Hola, people. Okay, I'm so embarrased whenever my english teacher reads out my papers. Like once, we did a free-write, where she would show us 4 pics, and we had to do a free-write on one. Mine was called 'Mourning in Death'. Everyone thought it was really good! And I was embarrassed. Now today! We did this poem about what our rooms mean to us. And THE WHOLE CLASS THOUGHT IT WAS REALLY GOOD!!!!! My friend who read it first thought that I was really POETIC in my writing, which is true since I always use description in my writing. One classmate thought it was deep, that that's what I really thought about my room. So yeah! And I always get nervous when she reads my stuff. I'm very creative when it comes to writing.

My family doens't really understand me. My mom says that I don't talk to her much, ya know, tell her how my day was, about what my life is. I'm changing so much! As she says it. I'm growing up too fast, apparently. Most of the stuff I'm interested in isn't good enough for a real conversation! Like WTFF!!!!!!! Who cares!?!? You don't find my life interesting? You still treat me as if I'm still 5 years-old! And your life's interesting????? Not really. My life is boring. When I talk to my family about my interests, they'll just turn their heads and change the subject. ALWAYS!!!!! Sometimes, I wish my family would be at least a little understanding in my hobbies.

Anyway, my dog, Buddy, is becoming predictible. VERY PREDICTIBLE!!!!!! I predicted 5 minutes early, that he would run into the screen door once my dad opens the first sliding door. % minutes later, he runs right throught it. Next was the head-hitting of the table, which my pretty hilarious, when he hit his head against the table twice, 2 SECONDS APART!!!!! Lmao!!!!!