Josie and the Suckish Vacation

I have a horrible fever, my nose is all stuffy, my hair won't lay down, and on top of that I have to go on a plane to Cleveland at 2 PM.  Then after that, and I mean straight after that, I'm taking a super long road trip to Virginia.  And why?  Just so I can spend Christmas with my dad and his fiancee.  I really don't like them.  Last night, I was crying and begging not to go with them.  Oh, well.


Anyway, I won't be on until the 28th.  SOO SORRY!


Josie

Josie and the Platinum Minds

Okay, so Kasiah, one of my BFFs, wanted to create a rock band.  You know, one for Battle of the Bands or something, but not so emo and wierd.  But, since I play the piano really good, I said I'd be keyboards and vocals.  But, she's gonna be the vocals.  I hate to say it, but she's not the best.  I don't want to brag, but I was the 5th chair soprano, AND the whole English class wanted an encore when I sang.  We have it together, so she sang and played her clarinet at first, but you couldn't really hear her.  So, I'm going to coach her.


I'm going to open a blog about it, so look for it on my account.

Josie and the Purple Floor

Okay, so my mom was probably late to school, but when she was getting into the car, she forgot her drink.  It's basically iced tea with elderberry concentrate in it.  It keeps her from getting sick from kids at school.  But she dropped it all over the floor and on the cabinets and only cleaned the cabinets.  She said now we're going to have purple blotches on the tiles.  I have a feeling bleach won't work on nine-hour old stains....

Josie and the Lost Language

I probably should have copied the language down before.


So, as part of my book, there's a language called Mer-ish that I found on a blog, cityofaquaria.blogspot.com.  So, I tried to get on it to copy the language into my book, because also I had written an entire song in it and couldn't remember the translation, and when I went to the blog, THEY HAD REMOVED IT!


Now, I have to go back and create my own language, or just stick with English.  Besides, someone did say that it was from a book.  But now, I am left with nothing.

Josie and the Referrals

The only places I was reffered from according to my stats was an info blog on dental implants and an inappropriate blog.  Must go to school, BYE!

Josie and Dad

Are you the other half of the views on my blog?  If so, please comment, and please, I'm fine on my own.  I don't need you hovering over everything I do on the computer, I need a little freedom!  Not like parental view is bad, but sometimes I don't need a man in his 50's stalking my blog.  Not like you're a bad thing.


If you're not reading this, I'm sorry, Russian and German people.  But you guys rock!

Josie and Mom

Whoever keeps on reading me in Russia, thank you for reading my blog regularly, unless you truly are stalking me.  But I doubt that a Russian will fly all the way to Texas and search every city and middle school and high school for a girl with the same description with almost every other girl: straight hair, fair skin, light brown hair, brown/hazel eyes, tall, exactly.  And there are how many cities including small towns in Texas?  It's the second largest state, for Pete's sake!  Now, if I lived on Rhode Island, I might be a little worried.


Sign:  Welcome to Rhode Island!  Thank you for coming to Rhode Island!

Josie and the Big Fat "Liar"

So I was awaken this morning by my mother storming into my room saying "Josie, you lied to me."  I was like, What the heck?  "You created a YouTube account,".  Of course.  Google was going to get me in soo much trouble.  So, I had to get onto YouTube and tried to explain the most complicated thing in the world (probably next to my Why Line Theory -- I'll explain that later) and when I'm trying to show her that under my Blogspot account I'm under an account that I have the ability to create, but it isn't official yet, but when I'm under her YouTube account, I'm under her Blogspot account, but when I opened another window for Blogspot, I discovered that I was still in my Blogspot account.


I swear, my heart jumped into my throat almost.  If it had been my dad instead of my mom, he wouldn't have believed me.  If it had been my stepmom, well, let's just say it wouldn't be pretty.


Mom rocks.

Josie and the Big Rip-Off

That's right.  I bought a PDA or whatever with a touchscreen: crummiest thing ever!  It would only let me set alarms for the year 2005 and before, the world currency thing was hopeless, I couldn't understand the world time, it took forever to set my own time, and on top of that the touch screen was so tiny you could barely read anything!  The only thing that did work was the calculator.


So, I tried to return it, but they said since I had stored data on it I couldn't get a refund or cash credit, but I couldn't store data on it!  So I just left.  One of the best stores in the world and my mother doesn't want me to go there again.  So I went into JCPenny's and tried to sleep on a bed when I saw my friend, Kasiah there with her family.  So I'm kinda okay.


PBJ for lunch.

Josie and the Results

When I was peeling the eggs, a few of them fell apart, and the mixture of six egg's yolk, one tablespoon of yellow mustard, two tablespoons of mayo, two tablespoons of sweet pickle relish, I realized that I had left paprika off the shopping list, my favorite part.  So, we, at first, ended up eating the ugly eggs without seasoning, and they were delicious.  Then, I got some salmon seasoning my mom's allergic to and finished the tiny bit off on half my eggs.  It's main ingredient was paprika, but it had chipotle as well, but I was in a spicy heaven.  And so now I am sitting here blogging and munching on something just as good as hot fries: hot pork rinds.

Josie and the Void

Blogspot is my new Youtube and my Facebook.  I keep on posting, hoping someone will acknowledge to comment.  Even if you don't have an account, you still can.


Mom has been gone for a while, I am busy cleaning the bathroom, and I have had to put the eggs on warm.


I am to be my 50th viewer.  How sad is that?  I can't come to my blog and see that I have 55, meaning that I've missed it, meaning I don't have to be the 50th viewer, which is really sad.  Suddenly I feel like Julie Powell, sending her post out into this empty cosmic void.  Well, goodnight, void.  Probably won't be my last time posting tonight.

Josie and the Big Deal

So far 10 Americans, 8 Russians, and 1 German total have viewed my blog!  And this is why I have enabled the Russian translation.

When I get into French 1, we have to mail a Frenchie.  I keep on thinking he's a beautiful, smart, hansome, musical, artistic French named Laurent who finds me intriguing (if I spelt that right) and doesn't mind correcting me in my French and would love to meet me and we become the best of friends.  Oh, well.  Dream on.

Josie and the Devilled Eggs Made by a Christian

If you are a Wiccan or a Pagan who has come across my blog, I am sorry to inform you that I am a Christian making devilled eggs.  They might just be my favorite healthy snack besides cottage cheese.  I have brought six eggs to a boil and they are sitting.  My mother, however, is getting mayonaise, sweet pickle relish, and hot fries in the pouring rain.


Hot fries are my favorite unhealthy snack.  They are Chester's Flamin' Hot Fries, made by the Cheetos company.


Now, I am to clean our incredibly claustrophobic bathroom (we only have one) by the time Mom gets home.  She didn't want to go out in the rain, but she wants devilled eggs as much as I do.  Well, probably not as much, but close.

Josie and the Happy December

Happy December!  Our Christmas tree's set up, we need to get a new star and train set, the stockings are up on the wall, and we're counting down until Christmas!  Now, I need to do the chores while Mom is at class.  Au revoir!

Josie and the Schedule

So, in English, I am supposed to be planning a schedule (well, actually, I'm still confused, so everyone else is moving on while I have to come after school) for high school.  In 9th grade, I have to take:

• English 1 Honors
• Algebra 1 Honors (maybe)
• Biology
• World Geography
• Choir
• Band
• French 1
• Band

Yes, that's right.  I have to take band TWICE!  Which really angers me because then I'll have a hard time with my classes in my senior year. 


There are mainly 5 reasons I want to take French: Julia Child, the French are awesome, I love French food, you get to mail someone in France that's your age, and so that I can understand the Aurore movie (it was made in Quebec, but it's still entirely in French, and I want to hear Marianne Fortier's real voice, not the English badly matching up version.


Now for the sophomore year:

• English 2 Honors
• Geometry
• Chemistry
• World History
• Theatre
• French 2
• Animation
• Choir

I've decided that if I'm going to take all the classes I want to take in my senior year, I can take private lessons from Mr. Clark.  I mean, he's awesome.  Junior:

• English 3 Honors
• Algebra 2
• Physics or Tech
• U.S. History
• Choir
• Communication Apps. / Health
• Theatre
• Creative Writing

I love writing, and I hate that we can't write about what we want in English, so Creative Writing should be a cinch!  Last, but certainly not least, here's my Senior Year:

• English 4
• Government/Ecenomics
• 4th credit of allowable math
• 4th credit of allowable science
• Theatre
• Choir
• Creative Writing
• Band

I am probably going to take Government/Ecenomics during summer school so I can have my extra period of band.  This can only happen if I take private lessons from Mr. Clark.  Which kinda stinks.

Josie and Removal

I've decided that two blogs are plenty.  I should just have one for my life and one for travelling, since that's all I may do when I get older.  And cook.  And perform.  So, my question that I am sending out into the empty void that should be filled with readers (about 45 views right now, so that's pretty good) is how do you remove a blog?  If you're embarrased with what is on it or are tired of it, shouldn't you be able to remove it?


I am seriously going to have to get my own YouTube account on my own e-mail, because when I try to get on my mom's and comment, I can't because my e-mail is connected to Google and so is Blogspot, which really angers me.


Why is it that all the blogs I have found so far when you click the "Next Blog" button are about retirement villages, organizations for cancer, Wicca, horses, and full of REALLY good pictures of someone's family?  What I'm really looking for is a blog like mine, that's about a teen's life.  Or the Julie/Julia Project (which I cannot seem to find ANYWHERE!)

Josie and The Wimpy Kid

More people are viewing my blog every day!  So happy!


I was looking at some videos and somehow got led to this:

"I Googled Her!"

I honestly didn't think that Google should know that much.  So, I googled myself up.  I found out (though I already knew this) what school I go to, that I'm in the middle school band, I play French Horn, I made Region Band, I was in Set Construction/Move-in in "A Murder, a Mystery, and a Marriage", that my mom did the keyboards for it, that somehow (now I was not aware of this) Gay, McCall, Isaacs, Gordon, & Roberts P.C. represent me, I've commented on my 7th grade reading teacher's blog, I'm on KidzWorld, my aunt makes statues of horses for a living, she's on Facebook, so is my mom, and then she saw what I was doing and kept on opening windows that were about my aunt and it was kinda creepy, but then she said that she wanted to know her.

I guess it's different with Holly since she's an all-star soccer player and a professional model.  The real person, Peyton List, actually was for Justice.  I actually pictured her for the role of the main character in my book.  If I ever meet her, I'll be sure to tell her that.

Josie and the Problems with Google

Not much, except that when I'm trying to get on YouTube and I'm on my Blogspot account, I don't have an account under my email, but I use my mom's.  Now, I don't use her Blogspot account, so I can't be on both at the same time.  Crap.  Sooner or later I'll fix that.

Josie and Her Senior Trip

Yes, that's right!  I hope!  My mom knows someone in New Zealand, and we've always wanted to go, and my mom said that if she's still friends with him when I graduate, she'll take me as a graduation present!  YAY!  So excited!  Stay friends with him!  PLEASE!


What sights are there in New Zealand?  I know they have nice beaches, but what, really?  I could visit Wellington, since he lives in Wellington.  Once, he actually ran for mayor!  I think I'm gonna like it here!


You know what?  To separate my four main topics: Writing, Travel, Surviving, and Strange Experiences, I'm just gonna create a blog for all of them.

Josie and the One Country

I'm going to be the first one to visit all 196 countries of the world, even if I'm old and crippled when I'm finished!  I'm gonna get a passport, and the next country I want to visit is Japan, or at least Canada or Mexico.  I REALLY want to go to Buenos Aires, Argentina.  The weather's always nice, their culture's interesting, everything!  No one has visited all countries.  The most visited was 192.  LET'S BEAT THAT!


So far:


United States of America


Yeah.  That's it.  Pretty suckish, right?  You'd expect someone like me, daring, adventurous, and curious, to have at least been overseas, right?  Closest I've been out of the country is flying over the Pacific Ocean, but then turning around and heading from LA to Dallas, and swimming in Lake Eerie.  When I get older, I am going to be... oh, what's the word...


EXTROARDINARY!!!

Josie and the Everything

So, my church is doing a bunch of skits and I wanted to be in one, so I had to choose which thing separating a girl from God I wanted to be.  Hannah and Sarah were already bad celebrities, I couldn't be the boyfriend, Emily was the demon, so I tried to do the drug dealer.  I sucked.  Amy was better.  So I picked the drunkie.  Guess I better study up on Ke$ha.  Oh, boy.

Josie Gets a Standing Ovation

I just sang to my English class!


We had to perform a song that had some literacy in it, and I chose Rolling in the Deep by Adele.  Everyone started clapping to it and all that and then at the end, they all started clapping.  I was shaking so bad!  Then they wanted me to do an encore, and everyone started filming it!  I was so scared!  I was afraid they'd laugh at me, but even when my voice cracked on one of the high notes really bad, they still thought it was good!


COULD THIS DAY GET ANY BETTER!?!?

Josie and the Music

Mrs. Behne gave me my All-Region Band music!


In case you didn't know, I made 14th chair French horn.  Unfortunately, that's last chair.  Luckily, I got into the same band that my friend, Gordie did.  He plays trombone.  Unfortunately, I didn't get in with Christopher.  He's in the top band, I'm in the lower band.  But the songs are too easy here!  It's like, "Oh, my gosh!  Mrs. Behne chose harder music than this!"  Not trying to put down the music selecter.  But then again, two of the songs look kinda hard rhythm-wise.


I came up with an awesome idea!  In the spring, what if the orchestra and band joined together for one concert to become one big proffesional sounding orchestra!


But then you face a problem.  Like with Kasiah.


She plays viola and clarinet.  She'd most definitely choose viola over clarinet, but still, some people can't choose!  But, yeah!  You could have people choose which one they want to play and then become one big happy orchestra!  We could play "Flying" from Peter Pan!  In case you haven't heard it, here it is!

Josie the Schystophrenic

Okay, you know how I said that I couldn't remember what happened in chess?  Of how I was losing and then I won?  Well, it was the opposite here!  I was winning, I hit my head on the king, and I was in checkmate.  WHAT HAPPENED!?!?


I have to sell 15 tickets to Calvin Ubisheti's horrible metal concert!  He plays his music too loud, has a horrible voice, and is making little kids sell tickets for him!  At first, I had to sell 10 tickets for $15 each, but there was this one little kid at our school that was really smart, and he's like nine, and he had to sell 5 tickets.  I felt sorry for him, so I took them off his hands.  I hope I don't get in trouble.  Calvin's a big pain the the you-know-what.


I had a weird dream.  I dreamt of this pyramid shaped necklace with the eye of Anubis on it, and me with two personalities.  Meghan thinks that it has something to do with Yu-Gi-Oh.  Well, everything in my dreams relates to it!


I got punched in the face yesterday!  Don't remember anything after that.  Except there was this one dude who was running around thinking he was seeing in mosaic.


I've decided to write a book about the weird things that's happening to me.  I'm calling it Millenia.  I don't really know what it's gonna be about yet until I know what's goin on.  Wish me luck!

Josie and the Big Game

It's like, one moment, I'm playing a ranked game in chess, and I know I'm gonna lose, and suddenly, I've got a paper in my hand saying that I won, when I don't even remember playing!  I don't know what happened, and it happened again when I was leaving chess!  I hit my head on the counter, and then I'm in my driveway!  What the heck is going on?  It's really kinda creepy.  I black out for about three seconds, and then I'm somewhere else.  Strange thing is, my grandpa told me when we were in the driveway, he said, "Stop with the 'not being mad' attitude."  When was I mad?  Was I mad?  Am I going mad?  There are some things that need to be answered.

Josie and the Frenchies

I got into All-Region Band.


Yeah.  That's it.


In case you haven't read my profile, I play French Horn.


A few months ago, I auditioned for All-City Band but got disqualified because I accidentally had my scales open when I was supposed to use them.  Mr. Clark said that if they didn't have me re-do them with the book closed, then I got disqualified.  So much for that.


Now, I'm in All-Region.  There's fourteen French Horns total.  Guess what place I got?  Fourteenth.


And there were fourteen people in the second round!  A lot of them were worse than me.  Everyone says "At least you got in."  My friend, Cheyenne, the awesomest bookworm ever, didn't get in because she had algae in her trumpet.


How do you get algae in your instrument?  Apparently there was too much spit in it.  Poor Cheyenne.  She's always thought that the person she was before this lifetime played trumpet, which is why it comes so natural.  I don't believe in reincarnation.


I'M SO CONFUSED!  I WAS TALKING ABOUT REGION BAND AND NOW I'M TALKING ABOUT REINCARNATION!  WHAT THE HECK!?!?


:-p

Josie and the Crazies

I was talking to Meghan about my new blog, and she was like, "Well, why didn't you join that blog that I told you you'd like?"  It's a website for artists.  I'm not an artists.  Okay, I draw really bad anime.  But from what it sounded like, it sounded like it was for kids.  I mean, the girl still watches Lazy Town!  And she never gets off her butt!  Plus, she never told me the website.  I like Blogspot because it's for mature people, strictly for writing, and most people are on here.  And she was like "You know, friends do the same stuff other friends do with eachother."  She was going to start a stupid argument over a website!  So I just had to shout, "MEGHAN!  IT'S A FRICKIN' WEBSITE!  FOR PETE'S SAKE, GET A GRIP!"  Luckily, Meghan is one of those girls that gets her feelings hurt easily by everyone else but her friends saying something.  Sometimes, I wish she was more mature.  Why can't I have my dream friend?  That's probably Kasiah or Cheyenne mixed together.  One who's not camera shy, loves books and anime, has awesome parties, will stick with me no matter what, as excited about things as I am, loves music, won't make fun of me because I like mythical creatures like mermaids and fairies and dragons and vampires and werewolves, and one that definitely won't make fun of me for having the biggest crush on Jack Wild.


We have to make a movie in theatre about us.  FINALLY!  I get to work on iMovie!  On my computer, I have lame Windows Movie Maker.  iMovie is everything!  Not to mention, if I get iMovie for this one webshow I'm wanting to do, I can get special effects for super powers and stuff like that.


Does anyone know where I can read the first manga episode of Yu-Gi-Oh?  I'm trying to find the episode that first shows the millenium puzzle. 


Funny joke:


It's not global warming, my dad has anger issues!

Josie and the Back Rocks

I'm sorry if this is kinda gross, but sometimes my mom thinks that I'm too sensitive.  Physically.  Like today, she was getting something out of my back!  She kept on squeezing this "mole" and it FRICKIN' HURT!  She told me to man up, but it HURT!  She said that I should toughen up and she told me that her mom used to do stuff like this all the time and she didn't cry.  Well, maybe 50's the age where you start talking about when you were young "I never did it with boys or sat in a parked car with boys or cried when my mom was squeezing the crap out of my back!"  I'm sorry, but that's just what it sounded like.  And now, I gotta go to the doctor cause I got something black inside me.  Life is hard.  Mines is harder.  Well, sometimes.

Josie and the Blog

Okay, I know nobody's reading this, but Hi!  I'm Josie!  I hope to be an author someday.  That's where I got the title.  Because also, a lot of times people will interrupt me during my writing and I get really annoyed and so I just yell "SHUT UP!  I'M WRITING HERE!" but a lot of times they get mad.  So, I thought that I could talk about my book on here without anyone saying I can't do it.  I think.  Well, the internet has nice people on it, right?  Well, mostly I've seen haters.  This sucks.


So, basically my book is about a girl named Marie that lives basically a normal life and goes on a summer vacation with her family to an island near Miami beach known as Chircolo Island.  It has a hollow volcano on it and inside that volcano is a pond leading to the ocean.  Marie has an asthma attack and she gets thrown into it by her dad.  Now, she can do stuff that others can't (but I'm not saying what!  Gonna have to read the book!  Hahahaha!  I'm making it hard for lazy people!) and then someone's hunting her.  Instead of kidnapping her, they take her dad and she thinks that it's her fault.  I don't know.  It's good in my opinion.


This blog isn't just for my stuff about my book.  It's about my life, too.  So I'll talk about stuff that no one wants to hear in my life, but people will listen online!  Hey, if they'll listen to Rebecca Black, they'll read me!


Dad, you better not be reading this.