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     Anyone remember the Macarena? The Cabbage Patch? We all know Gangnam Style, but the Harlem Shake is on the rise!
     Different things and ideas fade over time. The Macarena was "the thing" at the time. Gangnam Style was stolen from the Riding Horse. It's the same dance, but brought back with a new song. You know America's music industry is awful when the #1 song is in Korean. 
     The Harlem Shake is "the thing" right now. I'm posting a few videos for my favorites of the Harlem Shake (Marine Versions are the best!).
     Most people include the Cabbage Patch when doing a "happy-dance". I know I do. 

     I prefer metal and rock music, but I don't know about you. My favorite groups are Three Days Grace, System of a Down, and Nirvana.
      Three Days Grace is a Canadian rock band formed in Norwood, Ontario in 1992. Their first record was released in 2003 called "Three Days Grace". Their latest album is "Life Starts Now" in 2011. The lead singer's name is Adam Gontier. My favorite songs by them are Pain, Animal I Have Become, and The Good Life.   In ways, I can relate to all of them. Gontier is a great example of how a person could look scene/emo while still looking professional. 
     Oh, System of a Down! They are AMAZING!!!! If you've never heard them, you need to look them up. They formed in Glendale, California in 1994. The three lead singers are Daron Malakain, Serj Tankian, and Shavo Odadjian. Their first album was released in 1994 called "Soil". Today, they are reuniting, and hopefuly we'll hear more of them soon! My favorite songs by them are Chop Suey!, Cigaro, Vicinity of Obscenity, Soldier Side, Prison Song, and Hypnotize.
     Nirvana formed in 1987. The lead singers are Kurt Cobain and Krist Novoselic. Their biggest success was "Smells Like Teen Spirit", which is also my favorite. Unfortunately, Kurt Cobain passed away in 1994 on April 5th. The rest of his band continued without him under a new name: The Foo Fighters.

     I have two best friends. They both go to my school, but we don't wave in the hall or take a second to talk. We don't even exchange glances. We both keep our heads down and walk by. I have two classes, science and computers, with my other best friend. During break, I sit there and wait for them, but they never come out of the gym where their fourth period is. I just sit there by the gym, alone, looking like a lonely idiot. I think we're growing apart....
     Lets start with the definition of 'Scene'; Scene is similar to the emo look (big hair, heavy eye makeup). They wear skinny jeans with band t-shirts, usually with old bands on it. They also wear cute animal-like things with a nice quote on it. My favorite shirts are those from a company called So So Happy, one with System of a Down, one with Korn, one with PSY on it, Blink-182, and Nirvana.
     I want to get fringe bangs. I tease (back-comb) my hair to make it big, I bought 12" extensions to make my hair from shoulder length to mid-back length. I occasionally wear heavy makeup, but I hate it when I yawn and my eyes get watery and I can't wipe it because it'll smudge my makeup. I curse in my room when I leave my straightening iron protector, teasing comb, and hairspray somewhere. They are like my best friends also, kind of like I need them all the time. My mom says I just want to look like all the other teens with big hair. I just find it pretty, and what girl doesn't want to look pretty?? Maybe that's causing us to grow apart because I'm standing out and they want to blend in. I'll talk to them about it sometime later.

    Well, this is my new cat Marcie-May. I got her from a shelter in Petco called "The Cat House on the Kings". If you've ever seen the T.V show The Woman With 700 Cats, that is the original shelter. It isn't very far from here. 
     As I said earlier, we recently lost our baby boy, Jigsaw. My mom and I were crying for days. We can't say his name at our house because it'll make us cry. We bought her to fill the gaping hole in our hearts from the loss of Jigsaw. 
     Marcie-May is a 13 week old kitten. She was rescued when she was 4 weeks old. She was abused and abandoned by irresponsible people. The neighbors of the house they were abandoned at found them and brought them in. 
     Marcie-May's original name was Darcy. My mom wanted to "keep it country", so we changed it to Marcie-May, which is pretty close. She and her brother, a grey tabby and Maine-Coon mix, was also there, but he had been adopted. He was still in the kitten room until his new owners got the house ready for him. I am so excited to be the new owner of this beautiful cat, Marcie-May.

     Preforming in public can be scary for just about anyone. I used to be petrified  of preforming in public, even though every time I sang, I got so many compliments on my voice (which I don't think is true). Even if I am good, it is still scary. 
     At first, I was afraid to sing to my own family. I was a very.....off third grader, so every Friday I sang for my class. In 6th grade, my third grade teacher transferred to work as a 1st grade teacher. After school, she walked her class out to the front to wait for them to get picked up. Every now and then, I'd go up and talk to her. One day, she asked me to come into her class to sing for them.  I'd gone back in my little shell because I was socially rejected by everyone. To try to even help out my situation was scary because I didn't want to come off as a wannabe. I was shaking like I never shook before, but they were 1st graders. Every Friday from then on I sang different songs for them with my friend MaKinzie. I've lost touch with her because we live far from each other. Getting hugs and inspiring the little ones was more than enough happiness. I no longer have to be in my shell, afraid to shine.

     My grandma and I are going to create a new Weebly page for our crafting in hopes to sell some. I'm teaching her what I know on designing it. My aunt wanted to be in on it, but to be honest, we don't really like her, and her skills aren't the best. My grandma and I make everything from Duct Tape roses to wire beaded earrings/necklaces. I make the roses and sell them at school. A small one with 16 petals is $2, one with 32 is $4 and one with 64 is $6. They may seem expansive but they are very pretty (P.S my big red rose you may see me with sometimes don't get that big because of my limited supply of tape) I'll also start making aluminum roses, which starting at 16 petals, will be $4, 32 petals $6, and 64 petals $8. The profit made will be used towards more duct tape to keep my mini-business going.
                 Click here to go to my grandma's page. 
We'll post some of our creations on her website. All our creations are 100% hand-crafted. We may start taking requests. You can talk to me about it anytime and I'll see what I can do for you.

     As you know, my little sister's name is Isabella (a.k.a Bella). She is only 15 months old, but people mistake her for a lot older. She can say hi, bye, mama, dada, sister, no, yes, thanks, please, and she communicates by nodding her head yes or no. This saves us a lot of tantrums. 
     Bella loves books (as I mentioned in a separate post). She likes to sit in a chair by herself and look at picture books. She even knows her colors, even though she can't pronounce them. My favorite thing she does is singing Twinkle Twinkle Little Star. She doesn't know the words, but she talks jibberish while talking to the tune. 
     Her favorite thing is to put on her necklaces. They're just Mardi Gras beads, but she loves them because she can put them on herself. She wears them almost every day. 
     She is also a very fashionable girl. I'll ask her if she likes this outfit and she'll say yes or no. If she likes it, she'll either hug or kiss it. She likes everything pink, but she refuses to wear bows or headbands. She'll wear them for a little bit, then when she realizes that it's on her head, she'll rip it out. I like to put her hair up in a pigtail going straight up (like the little girl on Despicable Me).

    In class, we are playing an interactive game called Ribbon Hero 2: Clippy's Second Chance. Clippy is a.....paperclip. He is going on this wild adventure.
    In the game, it teaches you how to use Powerpoint Office, Word, and Excel. The game jumps around, so it could be difficult to understand. Right around level 5 is when I gave in and started using a couple hints. It would clearly state how to do a certain job. I found out today that writing down a few notes from the games is allowed to help you remember. From now on, I'll use that.
    I don't think that I would learn enough using this game only without the tutorials of Microsoft subjects. This game is alright, but the directions aren't clear unless you use the hints, which we're trying to avoid. The Microsoft tutorials are better for learning, but taking notes is a lot of boring work. It does help for future reference, though. 
    After level 5 is when it got tricky. Then would be a good time to use some notes from Microsoft. I used hints, sadly, but I would retry, so it was beneficial the first time around to get the hang of it. 

    Friends come and go. I've had two best friends that have been there through it all. I'd been hiding a secret (I'm not yet to let it be public yet) for as long as I can remember. I told one of them Thursday the 24 before school at the bus stop. I'd been so tired of going around with this secret weighing me down. I told her, expecting the worst. She paused and said, "Oh....wow...." It went a lot smoother than I thought it would. I hadn't even told my family because I thought they wouldn't believe me, or support me through it. 
    At school during break on Thursday, I was going to tell my friend, who I consider my sister. I brought it up with talking about my cousin, who had the same secret and let it be public on Facebook. She inspired me to not care what people thought and she was the same, even after the secret was out. I took the picture she used on her put on Facebook and hid it in the back of my binder. I told her about my cousin coming out and she laughed. 
    That being said, I was scared to tell her that my secret was the same. I just didn't care anymore. I grabbed her arm and showed her the picture. She took a few times to read it then looked up at me with huge eyes, obviously in shock. Oh God...., I thought. That shock turned into a smile and she hugged me and said she didn't care. We were sisters by heart, and NOTHING would ever change that. She said she still loved me for me, and that the secret didn't effect her.
    After school, we talked on the phone. Things were clearly awkward for me. We talked like we used to, I was just a little quieter. We talked about homework, school, Kidzworld comments (online chat we play), and the ending of my best relationship yet. She's trying to convince me that he wasn't good enough. I'm single now, but with a hard to accept secret.

    Last weekend, my dog Diego got out of the backyard when my dad opened the gate to put stuff out for the neighborhood pick-up. He's never seen anything besides the backyard, so getting out was a great thing for him. But the excitement didn't last long.
    I was still in my boxer shorts and tank top, and I only had time to put on some flip-flops. I was chasing him for a long time. There was guys doing drugs across the street cursing at me and Diego. I kept telling them to leave us alone, but they wouldn't, so I used my 'grown-up vocabulary' and cursed them out (my parents say I can do that to people like them). Diego ran to the next block where there are lots of Pit-bulls. One saw him, and they started barking at each other very loudly. I tried to grab Diego's collar, but he slipped out of it. The dog slid out from under the gate and started attacking Diego. I was screaming as loud as I could and kicking the pit bull as hard as I could, and I could care less if he turned on me. I just wanted my baby to be okay. The owner of the dog came out and pried the pit bull of Diego, but It was too late. He had already bit through his ear and the side of his face. The guys across the street were just staring at me and doing absolutely nothing! My dad heard my screams and ran as fast as he could to the next block, which isn't very fast. The guys were laughing at him because he couldn't get there in time. Diego was petrified. My mom was unaware of what happened because he was inside getting a harness and leash to put on him. I didn't even need to tell Diego to go home, he just ran as fast as he could to get home. "Make sure he's okay!", my dad told my mom. My mom said, "Yeah, he's o-" 
    She saw the blood all over his face. We cuddled him and cleaned him up. The wounds weren't very serious, so no veterinarian care was needed. We just used some home remedies for him. I hope he learned his lesson.
    I haven't seen the pit bull since then.