Ethnicity and Geography FAIL

I just had to share this with you. Some fails that happened a year ago and a few days ago.

Here's the ethnicity fail: (happened a few days ago)

Girl: Say, where's your family from?

Me: Puerto Rico.

Girl: Oh! So you're Mexican?

Me: *face-meets-desk*

I had to explain to her that Mexicans are from Mexico, Puerto Ricans are from Puerto Rico, and this girl from across the room shouted, "And Spaniards are from Spain!" Nice to know.

Geography Fail: (happened a year ago)

Teacher: What is the most populated state? (Or largest state whatever? I don't remember.)

Girl: Oh! I know I know! CANADA!

Teacher: *dies of humiliation*

Get this. Her friend thought Mexico was a state also. Just because it's connected with America.

Kid: I'm moving to Belgium. Is Belgium in England? (EPIC FAIL.)

Another kid thought there were 52 states and another said, "No! There's 56!" Our L.A. teacher was LITERALLY slamming her head on her desk.

Trunk-Or-Treat, Give me Something Good to Eat!

Today at our church was the annual Trunk-Or-Treating! It's like trick-or-treating, only they get candies from the trunks of our cars! Our family dressed up as ice cream. I was a sundae, my mother was an ice cream cone, my brother was an ice cream sandwich, and my dad was the ice cream man! We painted our truck with random ice cream prices, and pictures of ice cream, and my dad got some ice cream truck music. The little kids were screaming "Look! ICE CREAM!" I knew something would happen so I wrote on the back window: Caution: The kids are after US! There was this HUGE line, and the kids were just screaming for ice cream, and one kid hugged me. Although, she said she wanted to eat me! Ha ha! I absolutely love kids, but they can be mysterious. My mom and I built a freezer before the special event, and we put a fog machine inside of it, so that when we opened it, it would be like a real freezer. Too bad, the thing stopped working, and I got the idea of putting my brother and I in the box, saying that we were "melting." Greatest idea ever! We were the sensation at the Trunk-Or-Treat! My mom is the best at picking out costumes. We're a sensation EVERY year!

Random Cartoon

This is a picture that I did for my Drawing 1 class. It was hung in the gallery with he other pictures. I colored this when I had a cold, and this thing was due the next day, and I had to stay home that day. But, I was able to finish it and it looks pretty good. Angry Birds is an addicting game that me and my brother like. He's better than me though. He's the game addict.

My Career Choice

For the past week, I've been looking up requirements for medical school, and what type of physician I would like to be. It's a very difficult choice, because there are so many things to choose from. My choices are:

• Gastroenterologist
• Neurologist
• Autism Spectrum Specialist
• OB/GYN
• Pediatrician
• Pharmacist
• ER Doctor
• Nurse
• Gastrologist
• Pediatric Neurologist
• Neuropsychiatrist

Well, those are some options. As you can see, most of them are dealing with the brain. My family's medical needs are based on the brain. Mostly around my brother, because he was diagnosed with autism. Also, most of my friends have autism spectrum's  So, maybe I'll become one of them Neuro's. Ha! I also thought of helping out kids. I absolutely love kids, and I'm thinking of having my one in the future. My mother told me to wait when I have a house, and money. So, I could support my family. My mom said to take my brother once I get a house. *Sigh* Anyways, another one is based on the stomach, or anything in the abdomen. That one is mostly related to me. I have a problem with nausea and I've been diagnosed with acid reflex. I've suffered with this for.......years. And, I'd like to help people with any stomach-related problems. And some others are being in the Emergency Department, being a Nurse, and working in the Pharmacy. I understand that doctors in the ER have to work long hours. And I can understand that. But, the only thing is I'm a nocturnal person. I've always hated mornings, I love to stay up late, and the latest that I've stayed up was to 5 in the morning. Although, that was because we were traveling by car to Las Vegas and it was LONG. So, when we got there, I was wide awake and didn't want to sleep. Another thing was that it was 4 in the morning in Colorado. I'd like to be a Nurse also, because they help out the most. Without them, doctors wouldn't be able to control the patients in the hospital. Nurse kind of like....stable the environment. That's what I think of them. And lastly, a pharmacist. It looks like a simple job from my perspective, but I'm sure it's pretty hard, since you have to know which drug is which. You don't want to mess up the meds for a patient. My hand will always be on paper, but my heart will always be in the ER. Lot of people don't care what I want to be and yet they tell me what they want to be. Um, a doctor can save your life. Can a fashion designer do that? I don't think so. It can only help the society's fashion sense. The most important reason why I want to become apart of the hospital is because people are confused about the myths. Not many people don't know about autism, people think that when someone has a seizure you put something in their mouth, my classmates think that when you sneeze your heart stops. It really frustrates me that they actually believe in that. When my mother used to work in Pizza Hut before she got pregnant with me, her coworker had a seizure. They put a giant spoon in her mouth. I thought that was crazy. My mother said it was to keep them from swallowing their tongue. It's impossible to swallow your tongue. That's why you put them on their side, so their tongue won't block their airway, and they won't choke on their vomit if they do vomit. Back in middle school, my classmate thought that when we sneezed, our hearts stopped. But, if your heart stops, it won't start up again, unless you did CPR and had the defibrillators. I found out that your chest is constricted and your blood flow may change their flow, but it definitely won't stop your heart, or else, you'd be dead. A friend of mine thought what would happen if your sneezed with your eyes opened and if it was possible that your eyes would pop out. Of course not. There are some people that sneeze with their eyes open, and there would need to be a greater force in order to pop your eyeball out. The blood pressure, however, increases a bit. I said to my friend that it's natural to sneeze with your eyes closed; it's just a reflex. The only thing that surprises me is how people don't know about the special ED. I understand that they aren't around it, and they won't learn about it. It crushes me to see a special ED get teased. It really does. My brother was bullied just because of his autism. They called him "stupid," and a "moron." I dealt with the kids myself. I told them, "What happened if you had no arms or legs? Do you want people teasing you about that? He's not stupid, he has a condition that makes him lack in social activity. Knock it off. It's mean, and it's hurtful. You don't want the same thing happening to you!" My friends with mental conditions get teased for their condition. I had to explain to the people that they had autism or cerebral palsy and such. It frustrates me with the bullying in the world. I'm sure they have something to hide. They're just trying to make their lives better by hurting others. I'm actually fascinated by people with conditions. I want to know if you have autism, I want to know if you have porphyria, I want to know if you have the rarest condition ever. I'd love to shake your hand. If you got bullied, I'm sorry. I feel ya. It's hard. I mostly feel bad for the people who have conditions that change them physically. But, they're a real huge inspiration to me to become a doctor.

Forever Back Pain

I don't have back pain, but my good guy friend does. I'm gonna call him "Mr. Naggy" He's pretty feminine and shows his emotions, that's why I like him. He's not gay, he's totally straight, but he's a guy that shows feelings. Anywho, onto the blog. I haven't seen him in a while. He's missed about 2 weeks worth of school, and he has been complaining of back pain the week before. I saw him during lunch, and was glad to see him back, but he didn't seem too happy. As I went to give him hug, welcoming him back, he was pretty depressed and gave a half-hug. He sat down and kept looking at his phone. My best friend, and her other Hispanic friend (she actually knew Spanish, and English is her second language. I'm gonna call her Yar.) wanted to read my story. I've been writing a story based on different perspectives of my chararcters. And as I was explaining the relationships, I saw Naggy start to cry. He wasn't sobbing, just tears were rolling down his face. Me and my best friend wanted to know, but he wouldn't say, so we left him alone. He told my best friend what happened, and he left lunch early. I asked my bestie what happened and she responded," It's his back." He's been to the hospital a few times to get checked out, but he still doesn't know. Apparently, they did some tests on him, and he hasn't gotten an answer. I decided to investigate myself. Though, it was hard to, because all he complained about was back pain. No fever, discoloration, bruising, nothing. My only answer was a muscle spasm or a strain. I strained my back before, and it didn't feel good. I remember bending down too quickly, and felt my muscle tear. Ouch. I had problems standing up straight, but I was able to sleep. I'm no doctor....yet. But, that's my best guess. Also, my dad is having some stomach problems, and I gave him some suggestions on some stuff he can eat that'll settle the stomach. My parents call me the "Doctor." I love that nickname!

My Pet Peeve- Words

I realized my pet peeve! I've noticed that these words have been bothering me for a LONG time! I don't know why, they just bother me! The words are....belly and tummy. Ugh! I don't know why, but those words bothered me. I've never said those words in my life. I've always said "stomach." Because it's proper! It's basically cute-ified words of the word "stomach." They just bother me a lot, maybe it's because I'm really mature or something. Whenever I hear people say these words, or I read them somewhere, they just like give me goosebumps, and I want to rip my hair out. It's strange. I hear these words form little kids, and when I visit my pediatrician. I remember going to my physician to get my nausea checked out, when she went to examine me, she said, "Okay. Now, I'm just going to check my belly." IT really irritated me and literally gave me goosebumps. I couldn't stand it. I say stomach and my parents say estomago, which is stomach in Espanol. I've always said stomach, even my little brother says it. The only thing my brother says kid-like is potty instead of like bathroom or something. Oh! I also can't stand the word, toilet! I don't know why! Belly, tummy, toilet, these words are giving me goosebumps!

Do You Know What I Hate: Challenges

You know those challenges on YouTube? Like the Cinnamon Challenge, Gallon of Milk Challenge, WarHeads Challenge, Banana Sprite Challenge, the ERASER Challenge, the Salt and Ice Challenge, and etc. It really makes me mad, because they're damaging themselves, and know the risk factors. But, they're so stupid and "into" the challenge, they end up doing it themselves. It's complete stupidity. You should know what happens because you already saw someone else do it. I think the Cinnamon Challenge is the stupid one. It dries out your mouth, absorbing all your saliva, and the people can't breathe and end up aspirating it. The cinnamon turns into little clumps and can clog up the airway. If aspirated, it can cause irritation, discomfort, burning, and/or itching. Vomiting is also another risk of doing the cinnamon challenge. (Source from Wikipedia- Cinnamon Challenge: Safety Hazards) Most people ignore these risks, and end up doing it anyway. Another one is the Eraser Challenge. I found out about it last year, and noticed what happened to my fellow peers. Apparently, you're suppose to...ummm...."erase" it on your skin really fast, and you end up with these burns on your skin. I saw most of my friends with these burns, and I asked what they were from, and they said that it was from the eraser challenge. Stupidity. Even my Math teacher thought it was stupid. He said whoever did the Eraser Challlenge is an idiot for doing it. And he's correct. My Emo-Demon-Like friend said she did it and she said,
"Usually two people do it, but if they BOTH use the eraser, it's basically passing bacteria, right?" Um, it's actually passing stupidity, my demon friend. People, please, look at the risks before attempting it yourself. I bet if people pay attention more, there won't be an idiots in the ER.

Why I'm learning Spanish

I was born in a Hispanic family, but raised as una gringa. My first word was in Spanish, but English is my main language. I feel like an idiot when I'm in the house, and my parents speak Spanish to each other. English is the language in our household but Spanglish is spoken. My mother speaks Spanglish to me, and with her friends. I also have Hispanic friends, and their accent is very strong, and they end up speaking Spanish to me. I have to say, "Umm, I don't speak Spanish~!" They always ask me why I am in ESL. I don't know why, but it all started when I started school in kindergarten. My brother doesn't speak Spanish either, and he was born in America, so he doesn't take ESL, but he does have to have a chaperone because of his autism. He doesn't take classes with the other special ED. He tries speaking Spanish, but it ends up turning into Gibberish. It's funny. I'm taking Spanish in my high school, and I've learned so much! I felt guilty for not speaking Spanish, because everyone tells me to learn Spanish so I could be bilingual and be able to communicate with people that don't speak English, and only Spanish. And most of friends can speak other languages, and it just makes me feel guilty and I didn't want to have bad, broken Spanish. So, I'm taking a class and learning from my parents. I'm doing really good so far, hope I can speak Spanish once I get out of high school.

"You're so pretty when you cry."

This quote was said my a female student walking by who saw me crying. Let me explain the story. Now, you know that I'm in love with this girl, but there's this other girl that was flirting on her. During lunch today, the flirty girl came to the table. She knew my friend who cut herself just 2 days ago. While they were talking to each other, I decided to tell flirty girl that I liked (let's call her Jo. That's her nickname anyways.) She already knew I was a lesbian. She was surprised and said that she liked her too. Boom! That's when it struck me. Now I didn't know this, but I assumed that we would be fighting over her, and I didn't want that, so I was a bit depressed during 4th hour. I walked out pretty quickly once the bell rung, and my cutting friend (let me call her....Irine. I heard she's from Ireland and it sounds close to Ireland. I love her Irish accent!) was walking next to me. She asked, "What's wrong?" I kept quiet. She asked again, "Marie, what's wrong?" I responded with a "Nothing. It's nothing." Tears started to form. We were near the Dean's Den and she grabbed my arm and pulled me near it. She looked at me straight in the eye and asked me again, "What is wrong?" The tears were really flowing and I told her about Flirty Girl and Jo and started bawling. And she told me this, "Now I know Flirty. She's very sweet and she'll never become between two people who are in love. Now come here." She let me hug her, and a crowd started gathering. Literally! People kept asking me why I was crying and then Flirty Girl came. She hugged me too and one girl was like" You're so pretty when you cry." That was the one quote I remember. I felt better and went to my 5th hour class. My friends who were with my in 5th hour asked why I was crying and Cutesie was like" Are you ok? Do I need to punch someone?" Haha! I love her! But, I feel better. Even me and Flirty Girl are talking and she says that she just likes to flirt. Nothing for real. And she says that Jo may like me. :)

Is it stress or do you just do this?

During lunch, my friend told me she cut herself last night, and another friend of mine said she overdosed herself on meds. Does everyone want to end their life when they have so much ahead of them? I understand that they are stressed but suicidal thoughts aren't the answer. I'm just glad it wasn't too serious. My friend cut her wrist, while the other only got sick and is moody. I've never dealt with this till I started middle school. When I became friends with my best friend, she suffered horrible depression. She was always moody. I remember when she would have outburst of crying episodes during class and passing period. I've tried everything to cheer her up, everything. Now, her depression isn't too severe, but there are those episodes, because of "high school stress." Even I have that, but I don't just go and cut myself. I still remember when my best friend turned to me in the hallway and said that she was going to end her life. I was in total shock, and she walked away, leaving me to stand there. When I got home, I bawled my eyes out. She was my one and only friend that was ever good to me, kept secrets, never fought with, and we've been friends longer than any other friend that I had. She's my best friend and I don't want to lose her. I've asked outside help, and they always told me to tell a counselor, or at least a therapist. I kept the idea in my head, and kept it in there, in case she gets those suicidal thoughts. Now, my other friends are planning to hospitalize themselves! It's ridiculous, think before you act. I really want to help, but I feel like there's nothing I can do. They tell me not to tell, and I get that feeling to at least tell someone, and to get help. Why can't I help them? Why can't I save them from the Grim Reaper taking them away? Why can't I help them from going into a comatose? What can I do?

80's Girl

I wasn't born in the 1980's, but I've been addicted to it ever since I was a little girl. My parents constantly listened to 90's, 80's, 70's, even 60's. So, my brother and I grew up with it. My brother didn't like it too much, but  he loved those old games from the Atari. Me on the other hand, I was addicted to the shows, music, and style. Back in my middle school, we had a Spirit Week, and one of the day's was at least a Blast from the Past, and I would dress up as my mother from her high school. 80's baby! Any who, today in my Literature class, we have to analyze lyrics to songs, and the teacher chose 80's song, no whining. I was really excited because I loved the 80's. The song that she made us listen to was, "We Didn't Start the Fire" by Billy Joel! OMG! I know the lyrics! A question that she asked us was who the original artist was. Of course, Billy Joel. She told me in the first 10 years, I was finally able to identify the artist of the song. She was really proud. After, I left school, I started listening to 80's, 70's, and even 90's songs. The song was stuck in my head, and I had to listen to my 80's songs. What was your favorite song from the 1960's, 1970's, 1980's, or 1990's? Or older. Tell me! My favorite is "Who's Johnny?" By El DeBarge. 1968! Also, loved the Short Circuit movie.

Pros and Cons of having an Autistic Brother

Let me start off with the cons first. First of all, he's annoying. He won'ts stop getting on my nerves. Autism has a problem with social skills, but since his autism is mild, he constantly talks and talks and TALKS. Even if I ask nicely to be quiet, he'll make a smart ass comeback. Second, he's lazy~! Now, his grade isn't my problem, but I worry about it. He's just lazy, and refuses to do his work, and ends up getting detention. Third, he doesn't LISTEN. If something is boring for him, he'll ignore you, but when he talks, he wants you to listen. I have no patient, and ignore him, but my mother says to listen to him, so he'll leave you alone. It doesn't work, mom! Another thing is his constant need for attention. He complains if he has to go to school, or if he doesn't get what he wants. My mother is peeved about that, and he's been apologizing for what he has done, and she forgave him that quickly. Lastly, he's rude~! He will yell at you for anything. In my household  we're not allowed to use the words, "stupid," or "hate." My mother thinks of them to be very strong words, so if we hate something, we have to say we "don't like" it. It doesn't bother me, but today, my brother called me stupid. And we were in the car, on our way home. Me being the grumpy young teen, I told my mother, and said said in a stern voice," (Let's call my brother Mario because he is OBSESSED with Mario, just like me with Sonic.) Mario, please don't say that to your sister. That's mean." And he did his dumb pouty face and said pity-like "sorry." I really hate his pity sorries.
Now onto the pros! I may think of my brother to be a nuisance, but there are some good things about him. First off, he's funny. He makes some cheesy jokes, but he makes my mother and I laugh. Most of the time, it's because he doesn't listen and ends up hearing something else. Example: Two summers ago, on July 4th, we went to see the fireworks, and they didn't have them. We did see some, but it wasn't.....adrenaline pumping. While on our depressing ride home, I asked my brother a few questions. One of the questions I asked him was "Mario, who is the president of the United States now?" and he shrugged and responded, that he didn't know. I gave him the answer, which was Barack Obama. And his eyes lightened up and he said, "What? Uncle Mama?!" My mother and I were cracking up so hard, we ended up crying. It was too funny. A second thing that's good about him, is he's sympathetic. If someone cries, he cries. He's very sweet, and will do anything to cheer you up. A third thing is he has awesome shirts that my mother buys. They're very funny, and he's popular in his school now. Lastly, he's got some cute ideas when he plays with his little toys. He always wants me to watch, and they end up being cute or funny. I'm kind of glad my brother is here. He suffered from Hodgkin's lymphoma and nearly died. It was a very tear jerking moment. Although, he gets on my nerves and everyone else in my family, he can be very sweet and funny. The only problem with him is getting him to do his homework!

This is a good example for a Condom Commercial

In the middle of church, a family sat in the pew in front of us. The couple had two kids that looked like they were in elementary and a little baby that looked like he was about 3. While we were trying to listen to the deacon, the little boy couldn't stop moving around in the pew. He ran up and down the pew, played loudly with his toy lizards, and kept bothering his brother and sister. (Mostly, us.) While the chorus sung, the people have to stand up and sing along, and the little boy kept running around and going UNDER the pew. Behind every pew is like a kneeler, and the little boy could have been hurt. Although, he ended pushing one, 2 to the right of me, and scaring the crap out of the pews that were around. He smiled like he was playing a practical joke on the people. I smiled back, but in my mind, I really wanted to give him a good spanking. I went over and pushed him to the other side and put up the kneeler. He was playing with his lizards and he kept smacking it on the pew, really close to me, and he threw the lizard at ME! I'm just glad it didn't fall into my shirt. I was trying to keep cool, because this was a kid from another family and not my brother. The parents were doing nothing! Like they didn't know that kid, and acted like it belonged to someone else. They didn't take him out of Mass, they didn't shush him. Nothing! The mother shushed the older kids for talking, and that kid was just running around! Ugh. The priest always blessed the children, and threw the holy water at them. That was a show to me, because the kids were younger than me and were so innocent. When the kid came back, he ran around the WHOLE section of pews! The father didn't bother catching him. He just kept signaling him to come back. When the kid came back, he said loudly, "I got wet! Right here, here, and here!" He pointed and almost every part of his body that got wet. Ugh. The kid was cute, but please control your kid. The church is a sacred place, not your kid's personal playground, to run amuck and disturb the people trying to pray. After we talked to our elderly friends, we went inside our car and my mother immediately shouted," I hate that kid!" That was our conversation for the whole ride to Denny's. That kid is a good example for birth control or at least a condom commercial. I should tell my friends about this kid, and they'll never have sex till they're 30.

A Girl and A Girl

There is this girl I really like, and she knows that I like her. The only thing is I don't know much about her. Although, I learn stuff about her almost everyday. Another thing is she's bisexual, and absolutely hates to be called a lesbian. People think that just of how she dresses. When I first met her, I was expecting her to be all bitchy and punk and stuff like that. I do judge some people but not all rude and out loud  I think to myself and when I got to know her, she was really sweet, and shy. She's not too independent, since there's this lesbian girl I knew since middle school, and she's been flirting with her. Just touching her arm and stuff. IT makes me jealous, because if I do that, it'll feel awkward for the both of us. She blushes every time the girl flirts with her. It's so adorable to see her whole face turn red. But, it's so hard to......be with her. I really like her, and all my friends tell me to ask her out. Another problem is I haven't told my parents. And I come from a Catholic family. I feel like I'm degrading God. My Satanic-like friend told me that once I start dating her then I could tell my parents. I decided to do that. But, I want to please her and make her feel special. I'll keep on learning more about her, then make a move. We've flirted over the phone before, but it still wasn't enough. Plus, it was my first time flirting and I was actually really good. :) Hope I can capture her heart.

Random Cartoon

I thought of the idea when I was doing my Biology vocab. One of the words was "bacteria" and I instantly I thought of the one and only, BACH-teria~! Haha! After I drew this, I drew Mavis from Hotel Transylvania. You can see it on my DeviantArt account. Mavis- Hotel Transylvania

Happy Banned Books Week!

I'm sure you know that it is Banned Books Week! It's the freedom to read books that have been banned in schools and states! (Well, it actually happened last week, but my Literature teacher decided to celebrate it this week) Any who, we have to do a book report on a book that has been banned for sexual content, racial slurs, explicit content, witchcraft, etc. Not all the banned books are in my school library, but my teacher explained that I can get it from our public library. So, after my Art Club, I asked my mother if I could go to the public library. We've only been to the public library once. And I still remember it. It was my first time getting a book from there. I got the book, "The Satanic Verses" by Salman Rushdie. Now, I read the little flap on the side of the book when you open it, and it mentioned demons and something about India. I immediately fell in love. I don't like watching scary movies, but I love learning about exorcisms and stuff like that. I especially love the Indian culture. It's very unique to me. So, I checked out the book and this book is over 500 pages. Dang. Thank goodness, my report isn't due till December. The only thing is that this book needs to be returned by October 31st. Crap. I better start reading. Also, I checked out a book from my school library. "The Lost Boy." The second book to "A Child Called 'It'" I've read the first book almost 100 times and wanted to read the second, third, and last book dearly. I wanted to know what happened to our brave author, Dave Pelzer. I'm already on chapter 2 and will continue to read it. I'll maybe start reading "The Satanic Verses" during my 3 day weekend. Yay! Good day everyone!
Banned Books Week

I'm not Buddhist, but Okay!

REAL CONVERSATION BETWEEN MY BEST FRIEND AND I:
Bestie Friend: Hey Marie! Guess what?
Me: What?
Bestie: When you die, you should reincarnate as a horse.
Me: *confused* Umm...why?
Bestie: Because horses can't vomit!
Me: LOL
Now I did my research and found out why. Horses can vomit, but they can't vomit whenever like we, humans, do. Their esophagus is at an angle, where food can only enter, and cannot come back up. The esophagus then closes off the opening, and food is unable to come back. The horse's stomach becomes bloated because of this function, and they are most likely to get colic. Now, the reason why she said that to me was because of my emetophobia. Whenever I get nauseated (which is ALL the time, that's why I have my appointment tomorrow) I'm scared that I may throw up and find ways to stop my nausea. My best friends are Pepto Bismol and Mint gum. A few weeks ago, a kid threw up in the Social Studies pod, and I was near the doorway. I was scared, that I actually started to shake. The boys at my table asked why I was shaking and I told them I have emetophobia, fear of vomit. I didn't dare to look until that was cleaned up. I didn't leave the classroom till that custodian cleaned it up. After the bell, she was almost done and I stayed back and left when she was done. Even if it was clean, I still didn't look. I've thrown up a few times when I was younger because of the junk foods and the fact that Puerto Rico has a lot of potholes. Whenever my parents mention that we should go to Puerto Rico, I quickly shout out NO. There's nothing bad it's just because of my emetophobia, and that's the main cause. And yes, my best friend actually said that to me. She's so innocent.

Why Can't I be Myself? Ignorance and being Omitted

Let me start off with ignorance. Ever since I started kindergarten till now, I've met so many ignorant people. Now, I'm a very nice person, but I've suddenly turned into a pushover, and I'm really hating myself. So many people have manipulated me into believing these things, and most of the times they are the very popular kids, who think they are too cool to do work, and copy off me. I hate myself for being a pushover, and I let them copy. But, now, I'm tired of it. And now, I'm telling people off. Like,
"Hey, do your own damn work. I got my brain and you have yours. A monkey can do this." I'm pretty proud of myself for telling them off, but I hate myself for feeling bad for them. I'm over the pouty look, but when hey started freaking out, it upsets me, and makes me feel guilty, and I turn into the pushover all over again. In order to get away from those people, I lie to them saying that I don't have it or I didn't do it. Something like that and it works every time, and I don't feel guilty. But, seriously, you can do your own work, but you don't pay attention and just blabber about the touchdowns you got, or that you're on the cheerleading team. Now, I'm not an athletic person and I admit that. I'm a very quiet person and I like to draw to myself, and read my medical stories and newsletters. Anything medical will entertain me. But, I want to express myself and now I have a blog that I can express myself into without being judged. I know I can be wrong, and I admit that also, but don't yell at me for being wrong, you'll just make me cry. Just explain it to me and I'll understand. But, don't try to tell me off like a fool. You'll only embarrass yourself.
Another thing I have a HUGE problem with is being omitted for almost....well, actually, everything! I feel like a doormat and people are just stepping on me and walking off like nothing. That's how I feel like EVERYDAY. I get ignored by everyone, my friends, classmates, even my own PARENTS. Let me start off with my friends. A few days ago, me and my friend (let's call her....Lilith. Because she describes herself to be Satan's daughter.) were talking during Art class. While we were doing our projects, I asked her,
"When you're out of high school, what are you going to do?" And she responded,
"I'm going to be a fashion designer. And once my stuff is popular, I'll move to New York." As I was about to respond, she walks away! She literally walks away! I got up from my seat and walked over to her and I scolded at her.
"Why did you walk away, Lilith?! I was about to tell you what I was going to do!" And she looked at me and smiled,
"Haha. Did you see how I walked away from you?" Umm, yea! That's why I walked over to you, asking why you WALKED AWAY. *sighs* Anyway, when I explain my friends during lunch about some medical things and what type of doctor I want to be, they raise their heads and bring something else up. EVEN my best friend wants to be a doctor and SHE doesn't care! When I bring up my drawings, they ignore it. Then, when I bring up homework, they're like, "Oh did you do it?" Ugh! My parents ignore me mostly. When I come home, my mom asks me how my school day was, but before I start, she talks about her day. When I finally get the chance to talk, my BROTHER interrupts me! HE barely has stuff to talk about it. I'm not discriminating his condition or anything, it's just he says random stuff, and I never get my chance to talk. I end up doing my homework in silence and locking myself in my room. No one bothers to talk to me anyway. My father usually comes home at about 5 or 6 and I'm so excited to tell him what happens, and he's like," Alright, tell me." and when I start talking, he blanks out! Once I finish, he's all like, "What? What happened?" Ugh~! I feel like Meg from Family Guy, the ugly girl who constantly gets ignored, and no one knows her, or cares to talk to her. That's my biggest pet peeve: being ignored. I don't need you're constant attention, but can you at least listen to SOME of the words I'm saying. But, if I say any of these words: Sonic, medical, doctor, obstetrician, gynecologist, gastroenterologist, pediatrician, ER, drawings, or anything about school, people will just brush it off! I listen to all my friends DAMN problems, and when I open my mouth, they're like," I don't wanna listen to your problems." This isn't the VIP, ladies and gentleman. I just want to punch them in the face. I'm gonna get people to listen to me for ONCE in my LIFE! I yelled at my parents for not listening, and I felt bad for yelling, but at least they listen now. But, my brother continues to interrupt, and I have to yell at him, saying," Hello!! I'm not finished! My lips are moving, I'm still talking, shut your mouth!" My mother ends up laughing, and my brother ends up getting mad and throwing a toddler tantrum. I ignore it though. Whenever my friends start talking, I'll ignore it. And if they ask me if I've been listening I'll say no, and maybe they'll throw a fit, and I'll yell, I mean explain to them, that they don't listen to me. So, if you do it, I can do it too! Whew. I feel better.

Story: Ball to the Face

I still remember this story like it was yesterday. This happened in 2nd grade, and I was still living in Germany. The playground they had were pretty big. Me and my best friend, Christina, would always play on the basketball court, jump roping and playing those hand-clapping games. On the basketball court, they would play soccer on the other side and they would have teachers watching. One day, me and Christina were about to show our friends our little hand-clapping hands. We were very far from the soccer field. We were just on the other side, near this bush. Before we started, we got our hands in position and just as we were about to start, a soccer ball that came at like 90 mph hit me, on the right side of my face. BAM! I fell into the bush, and my friends were screaming out my name. "Marie! Marie!" They were going hysterical. Teachers and the boys from the soccer game they were playing ran over. Of course, I was crying. How can boys about my age kick a soccer ball across the field into my face?! How?! This world is very mysterious. Anyway, the teacher took me to the nurse, and I was stuck with this huge red mark on my face and an ice bag that I had to hold to my face. If I took it off, it would sting. I remember that I rode the bus during that time, and I went to the back section and I saw a guy friend sitting diagonally behind me. He got my attention and told me that he saw the whole incident. He told me a story similar to the incident that happened to me. He said something about a ball hitting his face and he flipped backwards but landed on his feet. A lot of the kids noticed me, because they saw the incident that happened. I stayed quiet for the rest of the ride home and told my parents about the incident. Ever since it happened, everything just started to happen to me and I became a klutz. I got hit with the soccer ball in my privates in 2nd grade again, I got hit with a basketball in face last year just because I didn't pay attention. I got hit with a dodge ball my first year of middle school in the face, I got hit in the back of the head with a ball, I hit the top of my head in the swimming pool while I was practicing the backstroke, I fell down the stairs a month ago, I fell UP the stairs in my home yesterday and at my school and the principal was in front of me when that happened. A lot of things has happened, and I usually don't pay attention to and other times I do notice, but don't notice as quickly. Every time I see a soccer ball, basketball, baseball, any kind of ball, it reminds of the incident that happened in 2nd grade.

Random Cartoon

This is a picture that I made for Dr. Fizzy. :) I just had to post it. I'm drawing a picture right now. I may show you tomorrow. Hopefully, you'll like it. Also, Dr. Fizzy's name was so awesome, it reminded me of soda. Soda is fizzy, and plus it's absolutely adorable! I mean, look at it's little stethoscope! Enjoy!

Do You Know What I Hate: Boyfriend Braggers

I hate when my friends or random people brag about when they first get their boyfriends. "Oh, my first boyfriend was in 2nd grade." "I started dating before I started middle school." "We've been boyfriend and girlfriend since before we started school." It makes me jealous, because never in my life have I ever liked someone neither, neither did anyone like me. I'm not ugly, but I feel like it. I was born an ugly duckling, and my mother says that I bloomed into a beautiful swan. I don't see myself as that. I still see myself as the ugly duckling. Even my little brother is cuter than me, and he gets hit on girls in his school. I hope he doesn't get a girlfriend before me. I mean, I don't care if they have boyfriends, but can you please stop bragging about when you first got your boyfriend? Sheesh.

She said I'm cute!

This girl I really like said I'm cute! I feel like Rudolph from the movie Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer when Clarice said he was cute. "She likes me! She really likes me!"

Do You Know What I Hate: Awkward Moments

I'm going to be doing things that I hate. And here's my first one. I hate awkward moments. Even if it happens to someone else, it feels awkward to me, because it COULD happen to me. Well, today an awkward moment happened. As I arrived in my Swimming & Aquatics class, I forgot that we had a test today and that we were going to have a substitute. I sat down on one of the benches in the lobby. Though, I sat in the corner where my friend (let's call her Cutesie, because she has an ADORABLE voice!) usually sat. So, Cutesie walked in and saw me sitting in her spot and she frowned, and said,
"Darn. I have to sit in the rolly chair." She was talking about the chair with the wheels. That's where I sat. But, if I came earlier than her, I sat in her spot and she would sit in mine. My other friend (Let's call her Forgetful, because even if you repeat it to her a hundred times, she forget. I admit I have a bad memory, but not as bad as her's) was confused. I asked her,
"Hey Forgetful. You ok?" and she responded,
"What's going on?" And Cutesie said,
"We're having a test today! Remember?"
"And we have a substitute too." I added. Our teacher repeated that he was going to be absent on Thursday and that we'll have a test. Apparently, she wasn't listening, and our substitute came out. It was a man in his somewhat 50's, the blue eyes of a Husky, blondish-gray hair, and casual clothing for a teacher. Forgetful said quietly to me,
"OMG! He's good-looking." Good looking for a man in his 50's? Who's YOUR boyfriend? Anyway, as he started to talk, he had a Southern accent. I said to Cutesie,
"Hey, he has a Soutern accent. He must be Southern." And Cutesie looked at me with the "are you kidding me" look. And I had the "what" look. She said,
"I'm Southern." Awkward moment~ Pregnant pause~ Now I didn't know. She had the accent but it was....too soft. Not strong like the substitutes. That was embarrassing, I've known her since the first day of school and I barely know my own friend and that she's Southern. Whoops!
Also, during the test, Cutesie asked me,
"Hey what's.....mayo....car.....d....al.......in...fact.....tion?" And I was with the "seriously, what the f**k did you just say" face. She showed me and it ACTUALLY said: Myocardial Infarction. I said that it was a heart attack. I know, I do my research. Plus my father has a high cholesterol and I keep track of it, because he bothers to take care of himself. I just wanted to say that, because it was so cute when she was trying to say it!

Civics and Global Geography Project

I have a project for my HONORS Civics & Global Geography class. And we had to pick a pro's and con's topic. I chose so many and so many people had them, but I gave up and stuck with one. I picked Abortion first, but someone had that, and I changed it to Euthanasia, but someone already had that one. Then, my other choice was Obesity, and someone else had that, but I just stuck to that one. I've been in a overweight/obese family for....well, since I've been born! Even as a baby I was overweight, I wasn't able to sit up, I had to lay down all the time. So, I was able to relate to the topic I chose. We've been working on the project for about 2-3 days, and the project is due tomorrow. Now, we were able to do a Word document, a Powerpoint, or a Movie Maker. I was going to do a movie maker, but did powerpoint instead. While, I was doing my project, I was about to go into my 7th slide explaining my side of the topic: if I agreed or disagreed. But, all of a sudden, Powerpoint froze, and a little box came up saying to go for online help or restore the program. I did a bad mistake of clicking the 'x' button, and it closed my Powerpoint. Worst part is that I didn't save it, and I worked on that for 2-3 hours! I was furious and upset. I started screaming," No! I lost it! No! No!" My parents were downstairs and my father heard me. He came up to check what was wrong, and I told him, while I was crying, that I lost my project that I've been working on for almost 3 hours. Too bad, I wasn't able to restore it, so I had to start ALL over AGAIN. I was so mad! My father told me was because I had so many stuff open, that it could mess up a program and freeze my computer. So, that sucked. I started closing programs, and I saved everytime I did a slide. After about 2 hours later, it was complete. Finally! But, guess what? I had other homework to do and it was friggin 8!! Ugh! I had to study for these tests that were going on for this week. I had to do notes for Algebra, and study for my Biology class. Spanish was a big one, but my parents will help because I'm from a Hispanic family. Ey ye ye. I also have to study for a Swimming test based on notes we took. Then, I have Literature & Composition, and the teacher is strict. My strictest teacher would have to be my Civics teacher. If I miss at least one assignment, we get detention. Yikes. And never in my life have I ever gotten a detention, and high school won't be one of them. So, it's stressful, because I also go to my club every Wednesday, wasting about an hour of homework to do. Even if I have a little, it could be hard. And stuff that are hard take longer for me. Like an 1-2 hours. Easy stuff take a few minutes. I would do the hard stuff first then the easy stuff. Ugh. Can't wait for the 3 day weekend this week AND next week. So, I gotta keep on chugging a long. I've only got one question for you guys.
Do you think obesity is a disease? Yes or no? Explain.

High School

High school and OUTSIDE of high school is giving me a real hard time. Last week, I missed some school from catching my brother's gastroenteritis. So, I had to make up some stuff. Excuse me, not some, a LOT. Teachers and my friends are giving me a hard time. I'm stressed out, because everytime I get an assignment, it's due the next day, and I don't get much time, because of so many distractions at home. I try staying for Student Union to get my work done, but my mom always arrives late when I have free time. Once I arrive home, it's time to go to sleep, and my friends text me when I need my sleep. Now, I'm a pretty whiny bitch like my friends say, but look at my perspective of them. My friend suffers a depression problem and complains that her siblings are acting like asses. I understand that, but she asks me what to do when I cannot help and I'm not in the same situation as her. I'll admit, I get the stuff that I want, but I'm not greedy. My mother just buys stuff while I'm at school. And I don't even ask for it. So, there's no reason for me to complain. But, I overreact. I got a C in my Biology c lass, just because I didn't get a 100% on the test. Let me explain this one. I redid the test 3 times. I got an 88%. Now that's a B. But, she put a 0 in the gradebook, just because I didn't get a 100%. I understand that she wants us to do good, but a 0? That's bullcrap! At least give me SOME points for getting a decent grade! I'm also stressing out because it's almost the end of the quarter, and in almost every class that I have, we have to do these reviews and tests almost everyday. Tests, reviews, homework, bla! I got good grades, but I'm trying to bring up my C. C's are allowed in my house, except for my brother. Since he's autistic, and apparently, it's an excuse for him. He's REALLY lazy! And treats our mother badly. It's like he doesn't give a crap if he gets a bad grade. The only person that he'll listen to is our father. Our father is a strong, strict man and he scares my brother and I. That's way, I'm nice and actually do my work, so I don't have to deal with his deathly stares, or strong voice when he's mad. My brother gets it a lot for not doing what he's told. His autism is mild, and it shouldn't really be an excuse. He's. Just. LAZY. I have to take a swim test that I missed. IT was to see how many laps you could do in 10 minutes. I got 9. It's not too bad, but I swallowed some water while trying to swim back. IT went into my lungs and boy, was that a horrible feeling? MY throat started hurting after the water slid down my throat. Luckily, I kept on going. I still can't go into the deep end, because I'm not a strong swimmer, plus I'm scared to drown. I don't want to lose consciousness, so I stay in the shallow end. So, I was able to finish that, after I finished that I went to my school laptop and tried to e-mail my book report to my Literature teacher. I didn't upload it in time, and she closed the uploading thing. It's due today, and she told me to e-mail it to her. I started having problems with the internet, so she said to e-mail it when I got home, but I had to do my swim test. However, I was able to upload it while I was dressing in the locker room. Woo! Once I got home, I went straight to my homework. It took longer than I expected because my family kept distracting with stuff. My mother was on the phone telling me what was going onto her friend, my brother kept watching his videos loudly on his tablet, and my father wanted to know how school was. So, I lost 2 hours of my homework time. I tried to go as fast as I can. Now, I am finally done, but my head is killing me and my eyes are pretty strained, because I had to stare at my school laptop screen the whole time, typing my answers for reviews and then uploading them to the school's uploading site. School is a bucketful while my friends are a handful. I try my best to help them, but I feel like I'm doing everything. What am I? God? Fix your own damn mistakes! I got my own problems! I understand you have a job, or you're depressed, or your siblings are fighting, or whatever, what can I live my life and you upload this on your Facebook or something? I have a lot of homework to do. Plus, I'm starting early in looking up medical schools to go to.

Honey Boo Boo Child~!

So, today at Spanish, we were doing presentations in Spanish. One of the guys mentioned that he liked mud bogging and that he was a redneck. It immediately made me think of Honey Boo Boo! Me and a girl diagonally from me thought of her too. She said she loves the show.
"Me Honey Boo Boo Child!"