This is just my everyday life. My public journal. It might be a mistake, but I make those all the time so, I’ll just wing it with this category.
Today, something very interesting happened. I play softball, and sometimes my coach has me pitch. I was walking everyone. But then I realized that I didn’t care. I wasn’t thinking about how I looked, how I was pitching, or what other people thought of me, because for some reason I didn’t care. I always care. It was kind of nice taking a turn on the other side.
Most of you don’t get to experience the fun of sharing a birthday with someone you know. I know, it seems like no big deal. That’s what I thought. Until I met Mia*. She and I are very close, and we share a birthday. We make cards for each other, make homemade gifts, and say funny things like, “5 days left… What, what!” I love knowing someone who shares my birthday. Eleven years ago, two little girls were born on October 7. On opposite sides of the country, neither knew how close they would come to be in a mere 8 years.
*name is changed
There is this big new fashion craze going on at my school. They’re these trendy new bracelets that you make yourself. At first I didn’t think I wanted one, mainly because I don’t like jewelry. It’s just not my thing. But finally, I let my friend make me one. Even though I said I was just going to hang it from my backpack, I ended up wearing it. It still felt like the same old, non-girly me. I was really excited, but even more excited when I came home and my mom raved about how she loved it. So, the lesson I learned today is, don’t be afraid to try on the latest trend. It might be more you than you think.
My birthday is coming up in a few days, and I’m really excited. But I don’t know why. When I turned 8 and 9 and 10 it was, “I’m getting older, that’s something to celebrate!” But as my 11th birthday looms ahead, so does the beginning of boys and parties and makeup and other stuff I could seriously care less about.
No, now I think it’s more about the fact that eleven years ago, I came into this world. What impact have I had on it since then? I affected my family, friends, teachers, schoolmates…. but what about the other 7 billion people out there? When I think of my birthday, I want to think, “Wow, I did something to make this world a better place.”
So that’s my goal. When I turn 90, I want to look back at my life and say, “I was part of this. I helped make Earth what it is today.” Now I don’t know about you, but I’d rather be a part of that than the dance committee.
Letting go is hard. Tomorrow is our community garage sale, and I finally have to say goodbye to my old baby dolls. I don’t really care about the dolls. Nor about the old VHS tapes, or even the stuffed animals. It’s the memories buried inside those things I want. The memories that make me want to turn back the clock. Back when I was little. Little enough to fit in the stroller we’re selling.
Yesterday was my awesome little cousin’s birthday. I’m excited because tonight I get to have a sleepover with him and his brother. It kept me going through the day. We had reading buddies today and the theme was dogs….. I have now read enough Clifford books to last a lifetime.
Really pumped up for Sunday when a bunch of my friends are coming over. Well, I gotta go pack. See you later, readers!!!
The best feeling in the world is when you audition for a play you don’t think you’ll get in to, and then you do. When this happened to me I felt num in the legs and my stomach was not being friendly.
Even though it was 10:30 at night, I suddenly had tons of energy. I couldn’t stop smiling, and every few minutes I would bounce up and down like I was on a sugar rush. I was so excited, I couldn’t wait ’till I fell asleep to fantasize about what it would be like. I was so happy, there wasn’t any room to be nervous.
That is what the best feeling in the world feels like to me.
I’m the kid who organizes the dugout when I’m not playing.
I’m the kid who makes all the beds at the sleepover.
I’m the kid who organizes my bookshelf in alphabetical order by last name of the author.
Sometimes I get made fun of.
Sometimes I get laughed at.
Sometimes my feelings get hurt.
I still clean the dugout when I’m not playing.
I still make all the beds at the sleepover.
I still organize my bookshelf in alphabetical order by last name of the author.
Now, I don’t know about you, but I’m not the superstitious type. I am fine with opening an umbrella indoors, and I don’t flip if I see a black cat. But, when it comes to Friday the 13th, I’m expecting the worst.
Some people, like my dad, believe that since 13 is a bad luck number for everyone else, it’s good luck for them. And my cousin(who is turning 13 on Friday the 13th, 2013) believes that as well. But not me.
Today was not exactly good. One of my closet friends seemed pretty distant, which I’m not too worried about. But I found out someone I was considering following online was annoying and posts cuss words. Then there’s reading buddies, which only reminds of my little cousin who goes to a different school now. Plus, I was on my knees the whole time. I got hurt in PE also.
You can think what you want about Friday the 13th, but it will always be a day of bad luck for me.
Today I learned a very important lesson. I learned that you really do need to be safe online, because there are dangerous people out there. My friend, told me today that last night she got a text from a stranger. She texted him back, asking who he was. In the span of five minutes, she shared her age, full name, gender, where she goes to school, and a picture of her. Until today, she thought it was just a friend from school being tricky. But now we all realize that it was something much bigger and much scarier. So, for those of you who like to fool around on the Internet, don’t. It isn’t a joke, and it can be very dangerous.