Hair Dillema?

Yes. The title says it all. I’m having a hair dilemma.

Should I get it cut? Should I not get it cut? Every day, as spring pictures draw to a near, I battle with myself. What if I get it cut and it looks weird? Do you know how long it takes for long hair to grow back? But it’ll be easier. I won’t spend so much time on it. Will short hair look weird with wavy hair? I want a layered shag but no one seems to like it. Victoria Beckham haircut? Too difficult. Do I want it before my birthday. Or the day before spring pics. Or the day before my confirmation. Or the day before special persons day. Or the day before the Boys Like Girls concert? I DON’T KNOW. Or the day before my dance recital. Or should I have it after my dance recital so I can put it up.

So in conclusion I’m having a hair dilemma. For those of you who know me, Short or Long?

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Cold. I hate germs.

I’m freezing right now. It’s 75 degrees in the house. Does that make ANY sense?

“Soraya, put on a scarf, it’s freezing right now.”

“Are you serious? It’s like 10 trillion degrees outside”

“Wear your hat”

“I worked so hard on my hair!”

“Okay fine, when you get sick, don’t get upset”

That’s pretty much how my winter morning conversations go. I kind of gave up not listening to my mom when she tells me to bundle up. For the past 10 years of my life, since I have been able to speak, she has proved me wrong. And so here I sit with a cup of water, a Tylenol pill, a sweater, and a look of defeat. I am getting sick.

My body tends to pick the worst times to make me sick. Always. Whatever, I better get better in half an hour. I have places to go, civilization to see, and food to eat.

Onward germs, onward we march.

Another Monday

well then. first off let me just say...monday's are awful. and yes i purposefully did not capitalize 'monday'.

The morning began with me awakening to an awkward position with my head not even CLOSE to the pillow and my sheets, who knows where. So i stood up quickly (a little too quickly for my liking), i stumbled quite a few times and prayed, "God, PLEASE let this be a good monday. for once in my life let it be a good monday." Did he listen? nope.

I turned to tv on, afraid of the scary white noise i began to hear. 'The Soup' always brightens up my mornings, but sadly it was a rerun. Walking to my closet i began mummbling angry things to myself saying how upset i would be if i didn't find my uniform shirt. I get angry over these things, my mornings need to be punctual and presice or it throw my ENTIRE day off. Before I ran down the stairs I took one long, hard, good look at myself just to make sure i didn't look crazy. Didn't look crazy, heck far from it.
I bolted down the stairs, perhaps in search of a delicious honey bunches of oats cereal, only to find that we only had the ones with almonds in them. Leo was more than delighted to try a peice with me, though. We tolerated it.

I fed Helios and played with Leo. The pets had been taken care of. I took my vitamins, a session that surprisingly didn't end up with me spitting them back out into the garbage, unable to swallow. I took my allergy medicine. That always helps with the snuffles, whatever snuffles are. Watching the clock angrily, I ran into the bathroom and brushed my teeth. The light was too bright so i turned it off. Creepy i know, to be brushing your teeth in the dark. But its monday. So leave me alone.

Getting distracted I began conversing with Olga about our daily schedules. All of a sudden i hear a weird squeaking sound. crap. the bus is here. Never knewing i had the ability to run so fast, yell so loud, or get ready so quickly i was rushed off with a slight hug and a splashing of holy water. Walking onto the bus, I couldn't help but quietly, and awkwardly laugh to myself. Sure i got some annoyed stares but who cares? Its monday. Our school stairs are torture when you have 10 trillion books to carry. But both my BFF India and myself conquered the stairs, ending with slight breathing problems.

I walked into homeroom and was loudly and annoyingly greeted by my fellow homeroomians. And thus my monday had begun. I thought to myself ' Maybe if i sit quietly and pretend not to be here they'll leave me alone' My plan had backfired. If i have the SLIGHTEST look of grim to my face, surely, and positively, 10,000 of my people come up to me and say 'OMG whats wrong yaya!????' In the most exhausted voice i could conjer up I responded 'Oh nothing im just tired' That kept them away...for like 5 minutes anyways. My friend had walked in with an interesting haircut and i of course said nothing about it. Immideatly behind me the loud shreiking noises of girls SCREAMING 'EWW' came forth. Usually on monday's i don't give a crap about who gets pesterred or whatever, but today was different. Tempted to curse them out i gave all of them an evil glare and told them to shut-up. They did, well sort of.

S.S. class was 45 minutes i will never get back of my life. I spent most of it writing down key-terms that i guarantee i won't remember in 10 years. I argued with my teacher as to why i copied down all the notes of my group on one single sheet of paper. Innocently wanting to chew the paper up i said 'No its all of our groups combined', defeated she turned around.

Music class was fun. It always is. Singing harmony to my favorite songs in front of everyone is quite riveting. I got candy for being good. Math was interesting. I had a very off day in math. Thats what i call it. I was on the wrong number for a good half of the class. I transitioned the plot points in the wrong direction. I EVEN responded to my teacher with 'the answer is 2 R' both of which i meant to say none of because it wasn't even a choice. Science was a downer. I stood up for a, hmm lets say 12,000 years reading Dr. Suess 'The Lorax'. We then learned we have a huge project due on it in 2 weeks. joy.

Lunch was a COMPLETE disaster. A group of us eat in a classroom on mondays, sort of a group thing we do. I raised my hand asking my teacher if i could sit next to my BFF. As if a sign from God, my water bottle mysteriously fell over, exploded, and the cap fell apart. Delaying the group meeting for 5 minutes wasn't a big deal, but not having a normal water bottle, was. I also couldnt stop laughing which made matters worse. The more i held the laughing in, the louder and more obnoxious it was when it came out. I often have those moments. Recess was a blur. I voluntarily decided to work on my AOI project in the computer room. I checked my daily yahoo news. checked the weather. checked my horoscope. looked for any traffic jams (as if i was going anywhere), and messed around with all of the 'powerpoint' options. all of which i wasn't supposed to be doing.

Computer class was incredibly boring. Religion class was, hehe, strange. And ELA class was a complete blur as well, copying down notes and reading boring poems, all of which i really dont like doing. As i was packing up to go home i glanced over at my little pad to see what hw i had. 'Geez' i whispered to myself.

On the busride home I was glad to be isolated from the world, i was tired and in desperate need of home. Everyone on the bus was so loud and so ugh, noisy. In my mind i kept saying 'the first person who dare ask me whats wrong is gonna wished they hadn't asked' Sure enough after i finished saying that somebody SCREAMS 'HI' into my ear. like i said, i'm sure they wished they hadn't.

I saw my papa and gave him a big hug, that made the long day feel better. As i dropped my stuff on the kitchen floor and walked into the living room, Leo FLIPPED OUT when he saw me. he couldn't contain his happiness so he just started standing on his back two legs. I thought it was cool so i kept screaming 'OMG BABY I MISSED YOU. I KNOW I KNOW BUT IM HOME NOW. I LOVE YOU SO MUCH!!!!' I took my belonging and slowly climbed the stairs to my room. 'Ahh we meet again' i thought and sat on my computer chair. Forgetting tht i was hungry i leaped down the stairs, into the kitchen, grabbed pretzel goldfish bag, snatched a juicy juice, and leaped yet again up the stairs. Wanting to finish all of my hw before dance i mindlessly turned on the tv and forgot. I then went for a walk with Gui and Leo. Those 'walks'{more like runs} are always interesting.

Wanting to get dinner over with so i could have more sleep time, i popped a pizza in oven. That was probably the most unpleasant and stressful dinners in my entire life. Leo found gum in my purse and decided to chew it. Olga was on the phone. My mom was out. My grandma and dad were eating. I nearly lost it, but i contained my composure and held it in. So to make a long story short, i went to dance, danced along, now im all sore, but its aiight.

now it's almost 11 oclock, i just spent like 20 minutes writing this blog. i still have hw. i'm falling asleep. i have gotten nothing done in the past hours.

And so there goes ANOTHER MONDAY.

I'm Back

Geez. The last time I blogged was, what, years ago?

A lot has happened since my last blog. A LOT.

As for school things are going interesting. I need to work on my time managing skills so that I don’t end up in bed at 2:00 in the morning, listening to old-school ‘Music Man’ music, a bucket of chocolate chip cookie-dough- ice cream, a biology book on evolution, 10,000 pages of paper, 2 pens and a broken pencil, literature poems with scribbled notes – filled in hearts and doodled smiley faces-, an obnoxiously intense episode of LOST playing, wet hair that’s attempting to dry normally, an I-pod, and singing my heart out, procrastinating for both tests I had been trying to study for. But it’s all cool I got awesome grades on both of them. On the Evolution one I got a 97, and Literature? God knows, I find out Monday.

Dance is probably one of the most painfully fun and tiring leisure time activities for me. Ballet and Jazz class for 2 and a half hours on Monday is always fun. And dance/jazz in school is even more interesting. My ballet teacher, Mary Ellen, always puts ironic twists to her ballet recitals. We’re dancing to ‘Apologize’ By One Republic and Timbaland. Hey at least we’re not dancing in frilly too-too’s. My jazz teacher, Kimmy, is in her early twenties and comes in every Monday with a new story to tell and a new hairstyle. For jazz I’m the youngest one there, the other 4 girls are all sophomores in high school. They’re nice though, we get along. Oh and for jazz we’re dancing to ‘American Woman’ By Lenny Kravitz. Strangely enough our dance recitals [for the eighth graders in school] are often very, hmmm, what’s the word…provocative. We’re dancing to ‘Proud Mary’ By Tina Turner. At times I feel like she insinuated that she was having seizures…that woman could shimmy. Our dance starts out with us on chairs. And ends with us shimmying even more. I won’t give all of it away, because I want everyone to come, to come but you get the picture.

It is almost time for my graduation day, that glorious graduation day when I move onto high school. 104 more days left. We are all eagerly counting the days away. Not because we hate our school, we love it. I just, personally, need something new. I’ve been there for 9 years and it’s all becoming too routine. The same teachers. The same gossip. The same good looking janitors. And the same people overall. Sure we’ll cry when we’re leaving but we know each other too well. We know how to push each others buttons, how to make someone smile, their life stories, their grades, who they like and where they’ll probably be headed when they get older. Half of our eighth grade has been threatened with summer school, because they’re failing. My school would never fail them, what kind of reputation would it have?

But then again my school has determined my career for me. Every Thursday for 45 minutes we have what we call ‘Advisory’. Think of it as a Kumbaya Circle but 10 times cooler. Every student has a choice of their 3 top teachers that they like best. When everything is calculated, we get assigned. My group is personally the best; we have the best eighth graders. What we do, is discuss stuff that we want to talk about and do fun activities. But anyways here’s what happened: One of the activities was determining what kind of person we are. We took a fun little survey and it turns out I like creating things and being creative. So then we began talking about our future jobs. I spoke about how I wanted to defiantly be a photographer, a writer, dancer, actress, graphic designer, or perhaps all of the above. Then my favorite teacher called it to my attention.

I should be a photojournalist. Brilliant. Absolutely Brilliant.

Song lyrics of the Day

I can fake it with the best of anyone
I can fake it with the best of ‘em all
I can fake it with the best of anyone
I can fake it all

-'fake it' - Seether

Love. Boredom. Music. Baby.

Well to start off, i'm extremely bored so i decided to post something. here goes:

Here are my favorite songs in the whole wide world:

James Blunt : 1973
SilverChairs: Straight Lines
Rooney: When did your heart go missing
Kanye West: Stronger
Foo Fighters: The Pretender
Matchbox Twenty: How far We've come
Timbaland: The Way I are
Boys Like Girls: The great escape
Justin Timberlake: Love Stoned
Britney Spears: Gimme More
Timbaland/ One Republic: apologize
50 cent/ Justin Timberlake: Ayo Technology
Rihanna/ Ne-Yo : Hate that I love You
Good Charlotte: I don't wanna fall in Love
Soulja Boy: Crank That
Paramore: Misery Business
Colbie Caillat: Bubbly

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Listen to them. :)

germs

Just to show how bored i am, I have decided to start a blog. Here Goes.

Its only my second week of eighth grade and I'm already sick. My germs know my schedule and they love to ruin it. I have a huge math test tomorrow. And probably 40,000 notes to take and another s.s. test tomorrow. Surprisingly my best friend Sarah is also sick with the same thing. Who gave it to who. We will never know. On the bright side i wont throw up today in bio class.

I don't feel sick mentally. wait no that sounds wrong. Yeah sure my nose is being a piece of crap, i have a splitting headache, and I'm on fire. But i couldn't be more energetic. I was on the computer for 8 hours yesterday. Doing everything u could possibly do for eight hours on a computer. Talked to my friends Jerel, Joe, and Sarah. Listened to the song " apologize" 23 billion times. Then drew a picture about the song on the painting thing on the computer. All it is really, is the word "apologize" in different colors and fonts in different sizes on a piece of paper. I watched " Survivorman" for about 2 hours. I checked my mail tons of times but no one e-mailed me. I tried to learn to breakdance...it didn't end so well.

In fact i was so energetic that i ran into the clock in the living room. Thank God no one was injured except for the the fact that i smashed my shoulder into the clock. Never have tissues been so painful. I drank 5 water bottles, that's impressive for me. I acted like a 55 year old women going through menopause. I was freezing then melting. Melting then freezing.

I slept 4 hours last night. Although i had 2 pillows, tissues, water and an i-pod. I slept for 4 hours.

Now I'm writing this blog. I'm listening to KT Tunstall's new song " Hold On". I've listened to this song since the moment I woke up. I ate cereal. i ate a fried egg. I spoke to Sarah. And now I'm still writing this blog.

Why does no one want to turn the heat on? IT'S FREEZING!?!?!!^%$#@&^%!$@&^%!$@
I am now off to the shower. To freeze to death when i walk out of the bathroom. hooray.

i hate being sick.

Song lyric of the day: Paramore: misery business
Whoa...well I never meant to brag
But I gotted what I wanted now
Whoa... it was never my intention to break
To steal it all away from you now
But God does it feels so good
'Cause I gotted what I wanted right now
And if you could then you know you would
'Cause God it just feels so...
It just feels so good