WINTERBREAK!

There is less than 24 hours until winter break! Im super excited!! Alot of people that i know are going to Vegas. I don't know why. I went during the summer and it was so HOT. It was really crowded too, but allota fun.
Anyways, i just really don't want to be in school for a while. Lately everything has been feeling so redundant. It feels like the same thing everyday. I hate getting up in the morning, i hate sitting through the classes, i dislike the very fake and childish people at our school. ive been very good at staying away from the drama or whatever but now its catching up to me and i hate it. And then i go home and study, so i can do it all over again the next day. I really don't want to complain about my life, because theres plenty of wonderful people and things to be thankful for, but im just not feeling it right now. I feel like i need to sleep for a very long time.
Okay, i just needed to vent. Im done complaining now. Im not really doing much over break, hopefully relaxing a whhhhole lot. And hanging out. It sucks that alot of people are going to be gone. But i went somewhere for thanksgiving break so, i guess its kinda like a trade off. Im having huge writers block right now. crap. Uhm okay, so i thought the quick write in class today was pretty intresting. The one about electronics, not the one about cows and farm people. That was confusing. I felt like i could really relate to it because Yes, im one of those phone/ipod addicts. I think more so my Ipod than my phone because were constantly connected. I love my phone though. It does stuff that i don't even know how to use yet or havent even explored. But my Ipod is always plugged in. I need it to fall asleep. To do chores. To simply just walk. If i don't have it or forget it, which i try not to do, than i get really moody. Its a big problem with my mom because shes always saying that im so caught up in the technology, that i son't even know how to relate to people anymore. 'Like they used to in her day when they didnt have phones or ipods'. But no matter how many times she says it, im not going to just put it down and stop playing it, sorry. Thats just what people have come to these days, people are literally attached to there electronic devices. I was watching this show about a girl who got really sick whenever her mom would take her phone. Like she had a mental addiction to texting or something like that and would honestly get sick if she didnt have it on her. That is sad. I hope it doesnt ever get that bad for me, because thats just craziness!

The Bluest Eye.

So this week, we started our reading logs and the new books that we got to pick. My pick was a book called The Bluest Eye by Toni Morrison. My mom bought it a long time ago telling me it was a great book and that i should read it. I never ended up reading it because if my mom thought it was great than it must be boring. So when i was told to pick any book, it was the only book on my shelf that i had not read yet. So it bothered me that i hadn't read everything on my shelf yet, and what better way to read this book, because now i HAVE to read it. But it turns out that I'm really enjoying this book. I love the way that Toni Morrison writes, everything is very detailed and she really takes you to the time or place that shes describing. The Bluest Eye is basically the story of this little girls life. Her name is Pecola and Shes about nine when the story begins. she is African American and living somewhere in the south in like the early 1900's. It goes back in forth between the author describing Pecola and this other little girl named Claudia describing the story. Claudia and her sister Freida are the ones that Pecola stays with when Pecolas dad gets Pecola pregnant. YES, her dad!
But i think that the main point of the story is Pecola trying to discover and accept herself. Growing up shes not exactly considered pretty, like most girls shes going to school with. During the holidays, her mom always gets her these dolls and they always have blue eyes. She finds herself destroying the dolls out of anger but she doesn't realize why she is so angry towards the dolls. Then a girl named Maureen comes to her school. She's white, rich, and beautiful. She doesnt get picked on and everyone seems to love her. She's everything that Pecola wants to be. And she has blue eyes.
Every night for a whole year Pecola prays to god to turn pretty. But most of all she prays to have blue eyes. Naturally, this doesn't happen.
What i love most about the story is that it has the main story which is about Pecola, but it also has all these in between things. Like little stories within the main story.
I'm about halfway through this book and i already love it, and i guess i should have listened to my mother. Sorry, for giving like half of it away though but i WOULD still recommend this book to anyone and also the author because shes such a good writer in general and has a lot of books to be read.

My wonderful thanksgiving break.

Eh, i really do not feel like writing but im going to do this anyways.
So, not too long ago, i got over the worst pain that i have ever encountered. And maybe thats a little dramatic, but it was definately top ten.It started the day we went to thanksgiving break, so tuesday. Throughout the day on tuesday, i starated having these body aches that just made life uncomfortable. Then when i got home my throat started hurting. I thought it was just a regular sore throat. Then i got the chills, which means fever usally. And that was when i realized i was sick and it was going to be hell. I didnt want to tell my mom because we were going to visit her friends for the break and all my mom ever does is yell at me for being sick, when im sick. And she had already made it clear she didnt want me ruining her vacation.
By the time i went to bed, i had taken a walk earlier and felt pretty good. Sometime during the night i woke up, and was like ohhh shitt. This is not good. My throat was KILLING me! I still didnt tell my mom and we drove up there on wedensday. I slept most of the way hoping i would wake up and feel better. It was pretty weird, I had no fever anymore, I wasnt coughing or sneezing and my nose wasnt stuffed. My head didnt hurt and neither did my stomach. But my throat felt like something was eating away at it. And the only other thing i felt was exhausted. Like sleep for 24hours, exhausted.
We were almost there and i was excited because i love the guest rooms bed, and all i could think about was sleeping. My mom decided to stop in mcdonalds because her friends house only has healthy food. I was starving. And it took all i had not to shudder each time i swallowed. I finally ended up telling my mom, and she yelled at me. To make a long story shorter, My throat progressed to the point where i couldnt bring myself to swallow anything, i didnt want water, anything at all. It was like that for thanksgiving, so i just didnt eat even though i was starving. I figured starving was better than the pain of having to swallow the food. The worst part was it wasnt just food, it was swallowing in general, which is really sucks because its almost impossible not to have to swallow sometime. At night it got worse, if thats possible, and i barely got any sleep. This was nothing like the little sore throat ive always expirinced when being sick. Except i had no other symptoms, other than wanting to rip my throat out.
On the third or fourth day i had it, whatever it was, i woke up and it had like morphed into something new. and even more painful. Now, it was one side of my throat and it was higher up, more near the back of my mouth, and it was completely swollen. Not only could i not eat but now it was nearly impossible to talk. Which i think pleased my mom, just a little.
So she finally dragged me to the hospital, and they said it was really bad but couldnt diagnose it. Then they gave me drugs. I have never been so thrilled to swallow pills, even though that hurt. Now im taking these really strong antibiotics every six hours for a while now. And my throat feels back to normal. And im still making up for all the food i missed on thanksgiving =)