Josie is "Different"

In case any of you older people recognize this, it's that old movie Pufnstuf.  Does anyone else notice the Nazi mouse?


Anyway, I'm not here to talk about dragons or magic flutes that talk and have the completely wrong shape.


Confession: I have no idea how to straighten my own hair.  My mom does, however, and yet her hair is ridiculous when straightened.  So, I'll sit in front of her on the couch and she straightens my hair before school.  We were watching I Am Number Four and we came to the part where John was having a "scar attack" as I like to put it.  When one of the other aliens dies, the others get a scar that starts to glow as the dead one's symbol, and he was trying to get onto the shore of the beach.  There was one girl there that was with him and ran away saying "He's some kinda freak!"  I told Mom that I would go and help him, see what's going on and if he's hurt.  Guess what Mom said?


"That's because you're different."

Excuse me?  What did she mean?  I mean, she didn't say it like I was a pest or anything, but I just thought that was kind of weird.  Then she changed it right after she said it to "That's because you're kinder."  I have to admit, I'm a lot more nicer than some people.  But that was just kind of weird.  Why did she say "different?"  What did she mean by "different?"  I mean, she doesn't talk like that.  She'd say "kinder" if she meant kinder.  Is she hiding something from me? (psst!  play the video below to get the real feel)

Yeah.  The Shower Scene theme.  MWAHAHAHAHA!  I tried to find the one where all the fish in Finding Nemo scream "DARLA!" but the only one there was, well, it was one of those videos where they record their TV or computer with their camera.  Crappy quality.

Any ideas?

Josie and Certain Neighbors

Guess what got a leak yesterday?  Our water heater.  It sprung a leak while my mom's friend, Sherry, was over fixing me up for a talent contest.  Then it sprung a leak and we had to get our neighbor, Matt, over to help us fix it.  Bad mistake.  He has people begging on their knees for his help.  Which he likes.  I mean, I think he's desprate for my mom.  Which is kind of disturbing, considering he's like ten years younger than her.  But he's kind of a jerk.  He likes to see people suffer.  Last night, we only had a bucket and a pot full of water that we had to flush the toilet with.  I got Kool-Aid all in my hair, and I only had filthy water to clean it with.  Now, we do have water, but it's not cold.  So, I brushed my teeth this morning.  He said that he'd be home to fix it last night, but he left and didn't come back until this morning.  Now, he's left again.  Typical.  But, he left not his daughter, but EIGHT kids at his house including myself in the hands of three of the eight's mother.  Now, Adeline (his daughter) is rambling about some tornado coming and she's trying to find their cat, who is constantly roaming around the neighborhood.  I checked the weather radar, and nothing showed up.  Although, the fact that the outdoor tempature is 66.6 degrees Farenheit kinda scares me....

Josie and the Rollerblades, White Crayons, Sore Throats, and Thunder & Lightning

When I was helping my mom put away some stuff from a garage sale on Sunday or Monday, I found a pair of size nine rollerblades.  My mom thought they were size nine for men, but they fit me fine.  The thing is, the only place I had to practice them was in the kitchen and dining room, and that isn't very big.  Not to mention she didn't want me sliding around the house with them.  So, today I tried the driveway.  I forgot that the reason I didn't learn how to ride a bike in the driveway was because it had a big slant in it.  So, I tried to go uphill and barely got anywhere.  Then, when I got to the top and went down, I was scared half to death, so I turned early and went on the walk to the porch, but I was tripping on the bricks and stones.  Maybe if Mom was feeling better I could go rollerblading and try to balance on her arm.  I am such a wimp.


In Theatre class, we were working on our monologues.  We chose a monologue to perform, and we're working on it to perform it on the cafeteria stage.  I was stuck with a monologue about white crayons.  It's called Common Ground by Brenden Votipka.  It's a teenager explaining his current state of mind.  We have to rewrite it onto some paper.  Here's all I have written so far:


TEENAGER.  I've been trying very hard to put into words the way I'm feeling right now.  But I'm drawing a blank.  "Blank" is almost something, but I fear it may be nothing.  Nothing is is an awful feeling.  It's the absence of feeling.  I don't feel nothing.  Nothing is not what I feel.  I feel something.  Definitely something.  I don't feel the absence of feeling, but I think I may feel the absence of color.  Until I got out my art supplies from kindergarten, I couldn't decide what it was.  Then, it hit me.
I feel like a white crayon.  No, I don't.  I am a white crayon.  Exactly.  I am completely and totally a white crayon.  I guess I always identified with the white crayon.  The thing is, the white crayon just sits in the box.  You following me?  I mean, I know that all the colors sit in the same box.  Back in grade school, when you bought your school supplies at the beginning of a school year you could be sure that every color would be present.  But while you can be sure they're all there, does it matter that every color is in the box?  Does it matter if you have a white crayon?  No.
The other colors get so much more action.  Of course they get more action.


That's all I have written down.  Why we have to rewrite it I have no idea.  Either way, the dude who sits next to me, Cordell (well, I call him Coffee), he thinks it's rascist.  But what else was I supposed to do?  There were five packets with the same color paper and the same scripts.  They have humorous and non-humorous ones, and highest-grade-you-can-get-is-an-A ones and highest-grade-you-can-get-is-a-C ones.  I wanted to do a humorous A one. 


The first one was a maniac teacher.  I can't do mad scientists laughs.  That's out.


Next was a popular, senior, student body president nominee who had been turned into a freshmen.  Wasn't that funny.


The others were non-humorous.  Like the Frankenstein one.  It was Frankenstein mourning over his wife, who had been killed by his creation.  No.


The other ones were all C's.  I had to battle another dude in rock-paper-scissors to get the part.  How challenging is that?  No one beats me!  I figured out how to win most of the time!  It's all a matter of thinking!


So, yeah.  I'm stuck with a boring, rascist monologue.


I woke up with a sore throat.  And I have to sing this song in choir that's mainly high notes.  And we were finally sight-reading it today.  She let me go an octave lower.  And whenever I drink something, the itchiness just spreads.  This sucks.


I came up with a logo for our band.  It uses a lightning-ish, Harry Potter font in dark blue, on either sides of the letters are lightning bolts in yellow, and it's surrounded by a cloud of grey with two lightning bolts sprouting from it in yellow.  Underneath it is:


Strenghth.  Determination.  Merciless.  Forever.


That's the name of our band.  SDMF.  Although, Cheyenne thinks that it's too much like ACDC.  The logo, I mean.  I gotta admit, I couldn't stop thinking about lightning, though.  I mean, I've been watching Harry Potter, laughing at Harry Potter, listening to Harry Potter, and lightning stands out now.


Anyway, I'm gonna get some water.  My throat is KILLING me!

Josie and the Allergies

Guess who feels horrible?  Dis girl!  I had a cobpletely stuffed up doze, and it was just ridiculus.  I got sobe pepperbint gub frob Beghan, add it helped a little bit, but I was sneezing like ad idiot, my eyes were huge and wateridg, and it looked like I was crying.  But I wasn't.  Eider way, I still get to auditiod for regiod choir.


In order to be able to go to the region choir auditions, we have to get through Miss Carrasco, our choir teacher.  She only let three of us eight girls go.  So, I got through first, then Katie, who sits right next to me (I think, she left for early release straight after), and Leah, an alto, but Katie's best friend.  Apparently Meghan didn't get through because of her small vowels and sloppy consonants.  She told me that!  I warned her, but she wouldn't listen!


I'm sorry I haven't been on in a while.  I have several blogs aside from this account, and my dad said that I had said some nasty things about him and my stepmom.  I gotta admit, they would give the fifth degree about every subject there is in the world.  The longest lecture was after my mom had called the police because we hadn't called in forever and she left tons of voicemails on Dad's phone, so I got talked to for two hours about various different topics, and I had written about stuff like that on my blog.


Apparently Mom put that blog in court.


Blogs, especially mine, are not supposed to be involved with court cases.  Doesn't anybody know that?


Anyway, the reason I hadn't posted was because I was afraid Dad was reading this blog.  But when he was talking about what all I had put on there (my first name, the state I live in, my school schedule, etc) -- yeah, he has paranoia.  I mean, doesn't he know that Aubrie goes behind her mom's back and puts pictures on the thing on her new iPod Touch?  She got 60 followers overnight.


And they said not to put anything about her online.


I think it's a little too late for that.


Yeah, so when my dad was talking about how people might have already knew my last name because of my mom's book, then I realized it wasn't this one.


SO HAPPY!


Now, I just gotta remember not to mention it again and I'll be safe.


I am going to tend to my birds now and watch A Very Potter Musical.

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!)