Does Not Compute...

I have a mere week and a few days left of Summer Vacation. I still have to finish my freaking Math Packet...
I get the concept of it, but then what's the point of the whole month of review that we do when we start class?
I also have to finish reading The Book Thief, which is fantastic.
But I have two other books I got from the library like a month ago..... They're sending me emails saying how much I owe them in late fees. It's a problem.
Sixteen Candles and Monty Python and The Holy Grail are two of the funniest things I've watched all summer.
I'm spending my slowly dwindling days of freedom blogging, watching JennaMarbles, and listening to Whitney Houston.

I honestly don't think I'm ready for high school. It's the whole getting lost thing. All the other middle schools in our district have at least two floors and are twice as big and have each been redone completely at least three times, but not ours. Nope. One floor and puny. The town wouldn't even give them enough money to repair all the things that are broken like heating and windows and not removing asbestos and that stuff. They say they need more classrooms because they have teachers sharing rooms and traveling by cart, which is bull because there aren't more than 20 kids in each class. Just combine a few classes and lay off a teacher or two, maybe the ones who didn't teach Math but instead showed students YouTube videos all day (True Story and the reason I can't do the math packet without help from Panseh, because she went to a math camp.)

I like writing and blogging and YouTube, and I was thinking it would be a good idea to get my own laptop for high school. Everyone complains about how long I'm on the computer, doing schoolwork and such.
So I'm searching the Apple website because we are strictly a Mac household. This is what happened.

MacBook Air Page is all like, "You want a basic 11 inch MacBook with no extra memory or attachments besides the charger and built in applications? Mmmmm 'kay. That'll be a thousand dollars."
So I'm all like, "C'mon Mac! I'm choosing you over PC! Couldn't ya offer me something a little less expensive?"
And it's all like, "Well I can give you the same thing just preowned! That'll still be about nine hundred bucks."
And so my brain goes, "ERROR. ERROR. DOES NOT COMPUTE."

My God! I am going into ninth grade and the only job I have is doing laundry. And I don't even get paid for that.
My dad works for a state university, so that somehow gives him a student discount on Apple Products, but that's still a metric butt ton of money.

Anyone wanna donate? 

I'm Rich!

And I'm eating a frozen chicken nugget because the oven is heating up far too slow for my liking (Don't you worry your pretty little heads, they're precooked and safe. They're just suggested as being served hot. Still tasty cold though...).
But not really.
Rich, I mean. I actually ate the frozen nugget.
My family had a tag sale to get rid of a bunch of crap, and it seemed a better idea to make some money off of it than to just toss everything. We might have needed a dumpster...
In about two weeks we're heading to Pennsylvania (which means Penn's woods..... Gotta love history class!) for a family vacation in..... wait for it......
Hershey!
w00t!
I don't have a job that I get paid for with actual money... I get paid with small favors and thank yous (endless hours of babysitting for free or just supervising at the dance studio to make sure all homework is done and no child is lost or starving). My parents said that I'm old enough to buy my own souvenirs, which is what I hate the most about being a teenager. Being able to earn your own money is both liberating and restricting, because if you don't get paid you can't buy your own things so you work harder in hopes to get paid and then the thing you want is expensive and you just give up.
Or at least that's how it plays out for me..... What's that? Some of you get something called..... allowance? That's a very foreign concept... (If either of my parents are reading this, I know that money's tight and that I don't keep anything very clean, but... I couldn't even have, like, five dollars a month? I watch the monkeys all the time...)
The last time I asked for money, I got $2. Granted, it was because that was all the cash in the house.

I'm getting off topic.....
Right! Tag sale!
I went into overdrive making duct tape shit to sell. Nothing expensive, the highest price was $4.50.
My grand total for the six hour long day?
$12.
And that was all from family and friends. On strangers who actually came to the tag sale to shop and not just hang out, I made 50 cents.
$12 and one of the worst sunburns I've had in a long while...
But it wasn't all terrible, I learned how to make a basic Kandi cuff. I also think I lost a pound because as of 6:50 PM, the entire list of food I've eaten today only has three things.
1) A banana when I woke up a little before 7:00
2) An Oreo Coolatta from Dunkin Donuts at about noon
3) Half a granola bar at 4:30 when I realized how hungry I was..... Only half because it was stale.
Oh, and of course the frozen chicken nugget.
Last thing: I'm going to do a final tally of my injuries...
1) Yesterday I broke my toe on my bedframe
2) Yesterday I pulled something in my back while standing still and had to lay down for an hour
3) Over the course of a week I gradually injured my left ankle more and more, and now I'm wearing a brace
4) Sunburn and definitely some melanoma in my future
5) I was using a needle to poke holes in random crap and have multiple pricks on my left index finger
6) I was trying to scrape some gunk off of a scissor blade and sliced a chunk of skin off of my left thumb
7) I poked myself in the eye this morning

It's just one of those weeks where you give up and go back to bed...

I'm Not Dead!

I'm not dead! I was only absent from school for three days with a virus.
So the virus going around right now is fever, sore throat around the vocal chords, headache, and stomachache. My little brother was home with it last week and I was the lucky one who got it next!
The thing that was different about my illness is that my sore throat wasn't in that area. My doctor said it might be strep. But good news! I don't need to get swabbed for strep because I'm already on antibiotics. Because I woke up at 4:15 a.m. yesterday with a raging double ear infection.
Your ears are supposed to be full of air, not fluid.
This is seriously screwing with my balance, I am dizzy as hell.

In other news, youtube!
I have a youtube channel. Yeah.
Here's a link: http://www.youtube.com/user/egirl998
Yup.

With a Purpose

So you know that schedule thing that I set up reminders for on my phone? My phone isn't here anymore......
Lemme esplain.
I had break this week. So did one of my best friends (not derp). She's not really the derp dur hurr kinda girl, so I'll use Amy as her code name. Amy came with me on Friday. To a big wooden playground. It was because of my siblings, but regardless. It looked kinda like Hogwarts. So naturally, I had to pick up a twig and wield it as my wand: Pear, unicorn horn core, 14 3/4 inches, surprisingly swishy (from Pottermore XD). We were running around, crawling through the Chamber of Secrets (various tunnels made for 5-12 year olds and not for people like me.... my butt got stuck.), playing Don't Touch the Ground and pretending that the broken climbing web was Devil Snare. So we didn't get ANY weird looks there from the mothers there with their children.
Then we went to the beach. It wasn't particularly warm, so Amy and I decided to go for a walk on the boardwalk. Suffice it to say we couldn't find the boardwalk. We ending up climbing and leaping about on rocks instead.
You know how in movies the main characters often end up running or doing anything with that sense of urgency? That sense that they have to do something, are accomplishing something? Let's call that doing things with a purpose. We felt like that when we were climbing. We had no explanation of what we were doing for onlookers besides climbing rocks.... with a purpose.
Eventually we wound or way back down to the water, where my siblings/their friends were digging "cozy holes" (no explanation) where the River fed into the ocean. The sand kinda drops off pretty deep there. After much derping on my part, we started digging too. The thing about sand is that it's not very stable, especially when it's a steep slope down about 7 feet to the bottom. In retrospect not a very safe place to bring little children to play, but in reality being safe is ever so dull.
Keep in mind, I never had intentions of getting wet. I was wearing capri jeans and a t-shirt, with my phone in my pocket.
Basically, you step on the sand and it swallows you up to your knee where you then slip into the water. I was holding onto the higher, rocky sand when I slid. Well, to be more specific it was my right leg. The side that my phone was in. We had already splashed eachother quite a bit, so I didn't really feel the temperature of the water. What I did feel was my leg floating up, which was quite pleasant. The current was nice and slow, nothing dangerous. My pants were completely damp at that point and covered with sand, so I went completely into the water up to my elbows to rinse off. When I got out and had to hike my pants back up to the appropriate place on my hips, I remembered my phone was in my pocket. So I put it with my shoes and towel, thinking it'd be fine. I've dropped it in the toilet about 3 times already, so I know to take out the battery and let it dry for a couple hours and then it works fine.
Apparently saltwater is different. My dad blasted it with compressed air from his computer technician stuff, and it's been sitting in a bowl of rice for the past 10 hours. **Sigh...** I don't think it's gonna come back and I don't get another upgrade for awhile......
UPDATE- 4/24/12: We found my mother's previous phone in a drawer, and it works pretty well. Takes amahzing pictures! So now I am the proud owner of a pre-owned silver Alias!