Yes, I am actually pulling through and telling you about yesterdays Lunch Time Extravaganza! So as you all know and all will know I am a shorter than average person. My exact height seems to be something most people would like to know. Jessi and Kate would like to know. It all started out in Mr. Lattins room, with a completely innocent talk about how to make dynamite. Jessi wanted to know how tall I really was. Being me I protect my shortness due to reasons that are too... CIA induced... yes... to talk about here. So what do two insane teenagers due when their short little friend peacefully tries to turn their efforts futile? Why they tackle me to the floor and try to measure me with a yard and meter stick... All in all I was being poked with a meter stick by Griff and was being pinned to the floor... Have you ever truly used the expression 'saved by the bell'? Well they would have found out my secret if it had not been for the bell! With three teenaged girls tackling you to the floor armed with measuring sticks I was seriously running out of adrenaline and being a midget natural sugar high! If the bell had been any later they would know my height! I would tell them if I knew myself but I don't... and according to me and my pride all the measuring sticks and tape are wrong!!
Now to my second order of business: MY MASTER PLAN
Usually my friends would be worried because I would try to infuse a plan with something explosive that would cause bodily harm or end us up in Juvi... But this plan is nothing of the sort! Believe it or not its for a good cause! While I was in Arizona I went to this place that was basically group counseling with my peers! Anyway my counselor said that at this point the only way I can get to a point where I can live a normal teenage life is if I help myself. I feel that the only way to help myself is by helping others. Basically I've been (and am going) through it all, death, having a loved one on their death bed, verbal, mental, and physical abuse to myself and my loved ones, having someone literally hate your guts more than you thought could ever be possible, living with drunks, cutting yourself, running away, well and any other horrible thing you could ever think of. Anyway my plan is to ask my counselor if I can set up sort of a club where kids my age can grieve and not be embarrased about it. I know that I CANNOT be the only orphan at my school! I know I CANNOT be the only one who has lived with what I had to live through. So that's my plan.
Phase One: Talk To Counselor
Date: Hopefully Monday
Level Of Success: Hopefully High
-Author Of Tomorrow
2 comments:
Hey, you go to my school? Well, I'm a senior, so that would explain why we have no classes, and I don't pay much attention to people at school besides my friends, so that would explain why I haven't seen you...Lol, though. Neat.
Your life is really hard...It's nice that you seem to be handling it well, though. I won't be cliche' or anything. Anyway, thanks again for reading my blog. I think it's cool that you live here in Fallon and go to my school, too. The only person I saw on here that I recognized was Aspen...and she's not cool. Won't say anything bad about her, though.
Well, this comment has gone on long enough. Bye.
That actually sounds a good plan Ty.
AND TRYING TO MEASURE YOU WITH YARD STICKS IS NOT EVIL! I just plainly want to see how tall you are. So XP
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