So, this is my first blog. On this site anyway. I've been sitting here in front of the computer for the past few days [not consecutively, of course] thinking about starting a blog. This may sound random, right? I mean.. Who just sits there thinking about starting a blog? Well it wasn't as random as you think. Well, at least I don't think it is. Here's how it happened:
I was messaging my friend Cierra. We were having a conversation back and forth, and I was telling her a story about something that happened at school that day. Now that's not unusual in the least bit. I actually tell her stories about my day on an almost daily basis. It usually makes her laugh, and I'm usually laughing when I tell the story [provided that it's on the phone.. Not through a message. That'd be weird.] Anyway.. It was a funny story. And we've talked about how funny we are, without really realizing it. When we are together, we don't know we're funny.. It's just how we act. But I have this other friend at school, Mike, who's pretty much amazing [even when he is beating me up.] So Mike.. Well he has a problem. It's called "Ican'tseemtoeverbringmyownpenciltoschool disease" .. And well.. The name kind of speaks for itself. So who does he always ask for a pencil from? Me of course.. Probably because I'm the only one silly enough to give it to him, knowing I will probably never get the pencil back.. At least not in the same condition it was given to him in. He also has a bad habit of chewing on things.. Especially my pencils. So day after day, I'm stupid and lend him one. I'm a mechanical pencil kind of person. And no, I don't use the fancy one's with the clicker on the side, it's pretty colors, and costs like $453634 dollars.. I use the simple Bic ones. I like them. However.. I think they become quite hideous when Mike breaks off the part that clips on to things. It basically makes the pencil look naked. And I don't know about anyone else.. But I don't like hideous naked pencils. That's just not me. Well one day.. He had one of those pencils.. And he broke the clip part off. It was the first time he had done that.. And it made me quite upset [not really.. I exaggerate.] He tried to give it back to me, but like I said, I don't like hideous naked pencils. So I didn't want it back. But I held it in my hands one last time to say good-bye... And I was looking at the little part of the clip that was glued to the pencil. Now you know how everything says where it's made? Those pencils are no different. That little piece that was still attached said it. The part that broke off said what kind of pencil it was and the size led it took and such.. Which gave the pencil a little pizaz. Which isn't a real word.. But I like it. So anyway, I was looking at the gross pencil and pouting and so I was all "Now all it says is Mexico!" I was whining when I said it.. For dramatic effect ya know.. And Mike started cracking up. I didn't get what was so funny.. I was just disappointed that the most important and pretties piece [in my mind] was gone. So I asked him what was so funny, and he said "You always say the funniest things." Well that was news to me, because up until that point.. I had absolutely no idea that I ever said anything anyone else thought was funny at all.
Apparently I also make the best faces. I have what Mike calls the "Attack back face" which may or may not speak for itself. You know when someone is irritating you and you bite your bottom lip? Well.. I do that when Mike karate chops me all through our third period class. Once he's done it hard enough, I get the "attack back face" and karate chop him harder.. Or punch him.. Since it hurts him more. Now don't get me wrong.. Mike doesn't abuse me or really hurt me. Sure.. It physically hurts.. And I may get bruises and cuts on my shins from him kicking me sometimes.. But I'm not complaining. We have possibly the weirdest friendship anyone could ever have. We beat each other up for several minutes and then stop and hug each other and say "I love you" and then sit quietly for the next few minutes.. And then start all over. It may really hurt sometimes. And sometimes he is more trouble than he's worth.. But I wouldn't change our friendship for anything.
So that's what I was thinking about, along with reading someone else's blog. So I starting thinking.. "Maybe I should start my own.."
I thought about it for a few days, and here I am. I figured if some people thought my life was entertaining.. Why not share it with everyone? Maybe it's boring. So don't read it. Those who find it entertaining.. Keep coming back. I can't promise that you'll always be entertained.. But I can promise that I have a very unique life.. That I'm willing to share.. And will keep sharing whether anyone is reading or not.
I hope you enjoyed my first blog post.. Even though it was pretty long. :]
