Nicky and the Cicada/ A Lady Disses Us in a Perfume Store

I hung out with Lindz, Romy, Sabby and Nicky today. You all have heard about Lindz, Romy and Sabby but I don't think you have ever heard of Nicky. Nicky has been one of my guy friends since 3rd grade, but you have to understand, he is one of those people who would see a burning building and say "Hey guys, let's go check it out!" Of course, he thought it would be super fun to poke the cicada outside the ice cream bar. He found a sock on the street and threw it at the cicada. The cicada hopped back at him and everyone went screaming. I ran into a tree. Then he started poking us, which got on Sabby's nerves. Before you know it, they were chasing each other all around. Romy, Lindz and I were bored so we started acting like valley girls, really loudly. People from the ice cream bar and the restaurant next to it were looking at us, like "could we shut up so we can eat our dinner.". I love my friends, but it's true, they are very loud. We were in a perfume store, and Lindz sprayed this really horrid smelling sweet-pea perfume all over everyone. It was way too sweet, I can still smell it thinking about it now. So, we kind of screamed "Ewww" really loudly. Then this lady came up to us and asked us "Are dogs allowed in this store?". At first we thought she was actually asking us, so we were looking at each other thinking "how are we supposed to know?" Then the lady screams "What do you think this is? A zoo!". But she had a really weird accent. I find unfunny things funny, so I giggled. We walked away and looked at other perfumes. Itchbay. Same thing happened at Barnes and Nobles. This lady who worked there and obviously didn't find Sabby's camel-store joke funny dumped a bunch of crud near us when the manager was walking by. Of course he didn't see that she left the pile of stuff there and he said "Ladies, remember to to clean up after yourselves.". Thankfully, I think the guy saw us volunteering at a fundraiser there before, so he didn't get too mad. But I think sometimes people forget what it's like to be a teenager. Or my friends are just abnormally loud. Only 60 more pages of Watership Down. The never-ending book has come to an end. I will have to watch what I say when I'm writing my review of the book. We are supposed to write a paragraph, but I have a lot more to write than just 5 sentences. I know my rant yesterday was totally random, but I had to do it. I couldn't take the death panel thing anymore. Sorry to those who may have found the topic "boring", or got offended. I know it isn't what you really expect a 13 year old to say, but I did warn you with the title of my blog. And just because I'm 13 doesn't mean I don't have an opinion. Romy got really ticked at Sabby today. Sabby isn't a fan of classic music. I don't mean Beethoven, I mean the Beatles and all that jazz. So Blondie is playing and Sabby says "Shut this crap off!". Romy looks at her. "It's Blondie!" "I don't care! I can't even understand what she's saying!" "Do you even know what song it is?" "..." "IT'S HEART OF GLASS!" " What a stupid title." And the war of music ensues. Another highlight of today, we got fondue. It was great, except for the fact we got it all over Romy's iphone. We all chipped in 4 dollars and we were able to buy a pot of chocolate fondue. It was so good. And I got bubble tea! Of course, we got the fondue all over the place, and I drowned my banana and strawberry. All the furniture was white, and we were doing our best to clean it off. Then Lindz got all ticked off because chocolate got on her phone. We should have gone and got a slice of pizza, but then again, chocolate rocks. How my friends and I all make first honors, I really don't know. I can ace a math test, but I can't handle fondue. Imagine what would happen if I become a scientist and I have to handle acid! I am psyched for school. I heard 8th grade is supposed to be super-easy after you take the high-school entrance exams. You can sit there and do nothing, or you can get easy A's because you are just reviewing stuff from past grades. So no work. No tests. This can only mean one thing. We can finally have a sleepover! 7th grade was so busy. We had 3 hours of homework, at least 2 tests and one quiz every week, an essay at least three times a month and hours of community service for confirmation. And that means 20 pound book bags! Everyone was so busy we never had time to hang out. It really stunk because 7th grade is over now, we didn't hang out much, and this is our last year to hang out. I mean, we can still hang out when we are in high school, but we will probably make all these new friends and be involved in so many different things we won't see each other as much as we did before. It really stinks, but I guess life goes on. And maybe I will have at least one or two of my friends go to the same high school as me. And thank God for twitter and facebook and aol and all that stuff. We will never lose contact of each other. Hopefully. I have been getting some questions lately about the novel I'm writing. Okay, one question from Paul. I am writing a novel. It has been taking years because I always change the plot the year after the year I rewrite it. But I am determined to finish it this year! I don't want to reveal anything because I don't want people to steal my idea, but it is about the lives of a few friends who go to a boarding school. I've been coming up with great ideas, and wrote about 50 pages. And when I post something up to the public, I will finish it. So get this you 2 or 3 readers, I WILL FINISH MY NOVEL THIS YEAR! I want to go steal the T.V. from my mom. She's watching something fashion-design. I don't get it. She's always watching cooking shows or fashion shows on Bravo, but she isn't into fashion or cooking! One day I will understand. Or maybe not. - Anneliese (I just walked into the living room. To be specific, it is Project Runway. Or Runaway. However you spell it. I'm not very into fashion anyway! Fur is not cool! Did I redeem myself, PETA?) LATER So, about the comment my mom made on my blog last night. (If you didn't see it you should check it out). Just because we were acting like our age doesn't mean that lady had to come up and say we acted like dogs, just like you can't complain about something someone said about you and talk behind their backs because then you are just doing the same thing. Anyway, I don't see why people find kids having fun so annoying. Can't everyone just remember we are kids, lay loose and be happy for once instead of being annoyed? And you won't do anything if you tell a teenager to shut up. They'll just get all annoyed and blog about it, and it will make them want to annoy you even more. (And Barnes and Nobles is the teen hangout in our neighborhood. There are certain "spots" where you can sit and have Starbucks where no one ever comes in. You can sit in the realistic teen book section, Theatrical Arts (where we were sitting), and music. No one ever comes through.) Back to the bold text. Seriously, why can't people just be nice and not get so easily offended. If it was a library, or a spa or a place that is supposed to be quiet, I could understand. If someone annoys you it doesn't give you the right to annoy them back. The itchbay was purposely trying to ignore us, but we didn't know we were annoying her.

I Hate Thunderstorms!

Thunderstorm here in NY! I hate thunderstorms! Of course, my Mom loves them. Gabriel doesn't care, he still likes to snuggle with his mommy (even though he's 9 years old), and thunderstorms give him an excuse to. With all the old trees here, I'm afraid that a tree will just fall and crush our house. I hate thunderstorms! So, turns out my Mom has decided I've put enough effort into my summer work and I will be able to go to the cooking class I wanted to go to for the last week of summer. Hooray! I get to see all my old camp friends. I have never cooked, so it should be fun. I've always wanted to learn how to cook. You should not give my mom coffee. She starts insulting everyone. She just told me "the way you type is so weird.". At least I type faster :-P. I only have about 100 pages left of Watership Down! The bunnies are now sneaking into Efrafa to find does because they just figured out you can't make more bunnies if you don't have female bunnies. The book is so sexist. The does are being treated like property. Bunny-Jesus, Bunny-Politics, and now Bunny-Sexism. So next, there must be Bunny-War. What are they going to use as weapons? Carrot machine guns. If they were to use carrot machine guns, the author would still act very serious about it. I've still been cut off from society with no AIM. Heck, I don't even if my friend Sabrina is back from Florida yet. My SHSAT work is improving. The math is pretty hard, but the ELA is so easy. I kind of have to admit the math they teach at the public schools is different than the Catholic school math. I do have proof! My cousin Max and Gabriel are in the same grade. One goes to public school, Gabriel goes to Catholic. Max has easier math, and Gabriel has easier spelling words. Oh well. I guess I'm expected to go to a Catholic High School so the math evens out in the end. But I'm working really hard at it and once you recognize the pattern of the test it gets much easier. My highest practice test score was a 592. That would get me into Stuy, the school of my dreams. The TACHS on the other hand, is easier than getting me to rant in the middle of religion class. And that's pretty easy. I guess I'm going to retire for tonight, considering my 1/2 hour on my mom's computer is almost over. - Anneliese

I Officially Hate Summer Homework

I officially hate summer homework. Watership Down is taking me forever to read. I also have to read A Tree Grows In Brooklyn, which shouldn't be that bad because I've always wanted to read it.(No, I didn't wait until last minute. I was in Germany for three weeks, and I had other things to do than read 500 page books.) But Watership Down didn't turn out like I thought it would be. I thought it was supposed to be funny! I mean, seriously, rabbits who have their own religion and speak bunny-language sounded really funny when my English teacher was telling us about the books on the summer reading list, but Watership Down is really dramatic and kind of creepy. This one rabbit starts to have a seizure- panic attack thingy because he thinks all the rabbits are in danger. I guess once I get into it, it'll go by quicker. I'm only on the 30th page. Can't wait for the Idol concert at 7:00 tonight! I am a huge Adam Lambert fan. I guess the tweenies got ticked off that David Archuleta lost last year so they stayed up all night texting votes for Kris Allen. God, I hate those freaking tweenies. I think somebody in the house is having a bit of a mid-life crisis. My Mom started listening to Green Day and tivo-ing Ruby and the Rockits. I'm joking about the mid-life crisis thing Mom, since I know you're probably my only reader and I don't want to make you upset. I'm just ticked off because I think Ruby and the Rockits recorded over The Daily Show. I went to the dentist today. I was so scared he was going to tell me I needed braces. Turns out my teeth are pretty straight! Yay! He had pictures of me when I was little, when I had blonde-ish hair that turned red and is now brown. I wish I could remember when I was little. All I remember is that my brother sprayed himself in the eye with window-washing liquid and I ate a play dough Tellie Tubbie. - Anneliese