Hey, blogettes! Sorry, I haven't written a post for like a long time, I know, and I also know that it is late on a Saturday night, but this is the only time that I have to get a post in for a while. I have been so busy lately, and yeah, I know that shouldn't be an excuse because I know that you ladies are busy and you still take time to read this blog which is unepic because it is written by me, an unepic person. My days have been packed with play practice, emergencies with myself, and cross country, causing me to fall behind on my blogging sorry. As of right now, I am only on call for play practice one night a week unless cross country calls, and then I get to miss out on a little bit of things.
I have been receiving some notes on my back lately, and let me just say this. I am honored to say that someone actually cares enough to write a note about me hurtful or not, they care enough to waste paper on me. I injured my back at our last cross country meet, and I don't know how that will affect the rest of the season. It will be a huge downer if I have to set out because I have trained so hard, and I was showing that at the last meet, and then I lost my footing because the down hill on one hill was slick, and I got a back burner. Never again will I be passing on hills, because it seems like I have bad luck and problems when I do that, and I might have a back issue for the rest of my life because the coaches said that sometimes these injuries never heal.
I have also been busy trying to help out with my grandma as she has no short term memory left, and needs someone to be with her at all times, or else something bad could happen. It's super hard to see her the way that she is now, but I guess it comes with aging for some people, and it won't go away until she dies, so I am going to get used to it. I have to be strong for my dad and grandpa. It also helps that we read Chicken Soup for the Soul books in English and sometimes the articles are about dealing with this type of stuff that I am going through so that has also helped me keep my cool a little bit better.
I feel like Twitter has helped me see that people can be way different online, and then you have those people that are like the real thing online as well. I like the people that are themselves while online as well. I hate those people that fake things online. I have vowed to be true to myself and to you ladies while writing posts for this blog. So just know that everything that you are reading on here is true, because I hate fakers and would never be one myself. I follow those people who are being themselves as well, and just to be nice, I follow the people that follow me back, although my sister has told me only to follow people back if I really want to follow them back, not because they are following me. I'll admit that at this time, I just want to keep all of my followers, and try to gain some more, which I know won't happen because I am the type of person who really isn't that social because she doesn't have much of a life.
You're probably even lucky that this blog exists ladies, and I even had the guts to get it started. No, I may not be using it right, and no my posts may not be spectacular, but we kind of have a place to go, and chill out after a long rough day at middle school. After all, being a middle school girl is rough, but being a teenager, things are all the more rougher. There is more pressure to be flawless because this is the time where people start to fall in love, because we have some of that going on, and this is the time where drama tends to flare because everyone is trying to find themselves, and is in this PMSy state as we go through puberty, but we all got the talk, so I am not going to go into any more detail about that one.
We have also learned that boys are so far behind us when it comes to manners, and how you act at the age that you are, you don't so stupid things because you know better, and you don't freak out about the mistakes that people make because believe me you will make your own and you won't like it when the people who you pointed out call you out on that mistake. They still freak out at burps, or farts, and they still react funny to silly things, even if it is just joking they still are idiots when they do it. One boy in our grade is obsessed with volleyball girls when they are in spandex and in the bumping position. He likes how their butts look, and wants to be the manager of the volleyball team just for that reason. In your dreams, Max, in your dreams. They would never hire a pervert to be the manager. We are much more smarter than that.
Besides, I'm sure that the seventh grade girls would like to have an eighth grader or a more mature seventh grade boy be their manger because there is one boy that is at least mature enough not to freak out about girls in spandex. Anyways, good night, and I will write again as soon as I get the chance to because being the busy girls with lives that you all are, you deserve better and my excuse should not be an excuse compared to your schedules.
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