Its Funny, Really

Ok, I have a lot I want to write about, but first, I need to tell you about my friend.

My friend got home at 12:30 last night, or this morning, what ever way you look at it. She stayed home from school, obviously. I talked to her today, on the phone, and then later went to her house.

She was at the barn, when she suddenly felt like her throat was being clogged. She was having trouble breathing, and her sister told her that her face was going blue. Shortly after, she pretty much passed out.

She was rushed to the hospital in an ambulance.

They sent her home, and didn't do anything.

The same thing had been happening last year, starting in around June, I don't think I knew her that well, back then. Anyway, she was having "seizure" type episodes, and she went to tons of doctors but they didn't find out anything. They stopped for a while, and now they are starting up again. It looks like she is going to be going to the doctors a lot again.

I am worried about her, but glad she is feeling better at the moment.



Now, on to other things.

Florida is in two days. Tomorrow I have a doctor appointment, and then we are coming back home, getting a airport taxi to the airport, where we will stay in a hotel. My dad will meet us there, after work. We are gonna hang out there, and then Wednesday, early flight, and we are in FLORIDA!

So excited! I am getting a pirate makeover, in Disney World on Friday, my birthday. Then Saturday, we are swimming with the dolphins in Sea World. The rest of the time there we are visiting Disney World, and just chilling out! So excited!


On to something else that really bothers me.

I have been told that in high school, people change. You lose old friends and make new friends. No one told me how painful that could be.

During the summer of grade 7, I switched schools. Moving to a new city, and leaving the friends I had known since SK behind. I managed to make friends rather quickly. Three great friends that were girls, and one great guy friends.

Don't I wish that had lasted.

My guy friend moved away in grade 8. He use to be one of my best friends. Now, I never talk to him, and in the rare time I do, its not an interesting conversation.

One of good girl friends, turned out to not be so nice. She got sick in grade 8. A heart issue. Being sick myself, I gave her tons of support. For a while, we were like best friends. And then, one day, she hated me. I found out she was calling me a b**** behind my back!

I told my best friend, about what she did, and suddenly, she had no friends. Now, she is home schooled. Occasionaly I see her posting on facebook. She is the only one that comments or "Likes" her status', pictures, or posts.

My other good girl friend, was never very close with me. We kind of drifted apart. She made new friends this year, and I stuck with a few old friends.

The last girl, my best friend isn't who she use to be. (She will be refered to as MCR

It makes my heart ache, every time I read something about her now that she has wrote, or talk to her.(I haven't talked to her in at least a month, more then likely more).

She use to be so much fun, she never swore, she never wore make-up, had the same kind of style I did. She was loud at times, but mostly quiet. She was good, she did her homework, she cared about her grades.

Now, she swears CONSTANTLY. I went on to one website we both have accounts on, and looked at her profile. At the bottom it said:

Layout requests?What the hell?

She never EVER use to write things like hell.

The last few times i talked to her, she said F***, D***, S*** and other words. I do not believe in swearing AT ALL. She was my only other friend who believed in that as much as I do. Others would swear around us, and she wouldn;t/

The make-up she wears is frightening. Her eyes are covered in eyeliner and mascara. She looks like she has big, huge black rings around her eyes. Its only been since High School she has been wearing make-up.

She is mean now, making fun of people more then she ever did. She makes fun of them when they are around. She shuns people, when they try to join in.

When I was still at school, I would hear her say a lot "crap. forgot my homework at school. Gonna have to do it in french."

She never use to be like that. She always had it done, always on time.

It just hurts that she isn't who she is use to be.

Oh, and at school, when I was there, she ignored me. She would tell me on msn, how excited she was I was coming back.

I would come back, expecting her to at least eat lunch with me, and she would barely say hello. I tagged around her for a while, but I realized I wasn't wanted. She never looked back to see if I was there. She always walked ahead, not caring if I was beside her.

Do you know what I blame?

Thor.

I do not know, nor care if he is real.

I think he's creepy.

He's the guy MCR and I found on a website called quizilla. At first, it was just funny, because we thought his name was weird.

But soon, she started talking to him, she got his e-mail. They e-mailed, talked on MSN.

Somehow, my other friends got introduced to him. One was dating him? Online?
It was weird.

That was when she started to change. I don't know why, but it was. I think it was HIM. He swore a lot. But other then the swearing, at first, they were a lot alike. Now, they are like, identical. Swearing, personality. They are like the same.

Me and a few friends believe she is pretending to be Thor, and he isn't real. But, we told MCR this and she has denied it multiple times. One time was so bad, as to start swearing at us, then left MSN. I had to call her, and she was still kind of mad.

I hate him, and I kind of hate her right now.

My dad says I shouldn't be mad. Its just part of growing up. So what? Growing up doesn't give you the right to treat people like crap.

And I know, I haven't been at school. I use to be on MSN every night, anxious to talk to my friends. Soon though, they were on, and I was talking to them, but responses started getting longer and longer apart. Soon, I stopped getting responses at times.

Yesterday I posted: "Don't you love when your friends act like you are invislble, because you aren't at school? How they don't talk to you?" as my MSN name.

Well, a whole three people started talking to me! Guess who didn't? MCR.

Mostly, I think they were talking to me, because they felt bad. By talking to me, it cleared their conscience. They didn't necessarily care about me at all. More about how they felt about the whole thing.

To call this post "Its funny, really" is addressing this all.

Its funny, really, when you try so hard to stay at school, to be with your frieds, and suddenly, you don't have any.

Its funny, really, how much you can hate someone.

Its funny, really, what a few words posted on MSN can do. Get you pity from people.

Its funny, really, how people laugh at you, and you think "if only they knew I was sick", and then you think, "But they don't."

Its funny, really, how despite being excited, I couldn't be more depressed.

Next On The List

Its day two of my blogging. For some reason, I like to do it at night.

Anyway, dogs ate a whole package of chocolate donuts. I'm very worried about all that chocolate in their system. Dad says not to worry, that dogs can eat chocolate, just not all the time, but I know he's just saying that so I don't worry.

And I'm not worrying.

Much.

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Tomorrow I have a beading class. Its called Dragon Scale Chain Maille. I might post a picture of my finished product up here some time this week, or so.

I love beading. Its therapeutic for me. I've taken two classes so far, Beading for Beginners and Wire Wrapping. A few years ago, I had taken a Beginner Class in Scarborough, but since I moved, and am home all the time, mom has signed me up at a local beading place.

The owner is amazing. She is so creative, and her store is filled with beads, and all sorts of creations she's made. Beautiful necklaces, and bracelets and earrings. Hopefully, my jewellery will look like that one day.


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Ok, I think we should go back to my list I had started.

- Kick/Punch my lupus doctor
- Kick/Punch this kid that was in my religon class.
- Get Revenge(somehow) on guy named Thor.
- Tell everyone I love them
- Give rock that says "Suck on this" to doctor.

I'm on to the second thing on my list, Kick/punch this kid that was in my religon class.

I hate this kid, I think his name was like Nathan, or something that started with N. Or maybe his name was Daniel?

Anyway, we had gone outside(don't ask me why, it was really cold out) into this little courtyard, to have a mini- mass thing.

The courtyard was so gross. There was like, dead vegetables and plants, like tomatoes, rotting around out there. It was like, screaming "Smokers Corner". I don't know why we were having a mass out there.

Anyway, this priest comes, and really, I think he might have been a bit too old to continue his service.

Through the service we mostly sang hymns. Then the horrible thing happened.

He asked us what we were thankful for.

One kid said he was thankful for shelter.

Then, a girl said she was thankful for food. Poor girl. The priest's response to "I'm thankful for food."

"I should have guessed that."

Can you believe that? A PRIEST said that! He was practically calling the girl fat! She wasn't even fat!

But the whole class started roaring laughing. This poor girl acted like she didn't care, but it must have hurt.

As we all got back inside, putting chairs back into the school, some kid said, "Who was it the priest called fat?"

The kid, who is destined for my punch/kick said, "That girl, there." And pointed at me.

Ouch.

So, if I only had one day left to live, he should get ready for a kicking.



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Everyday, if I am feeling well, I walk to the end of the street, and pick up my sister from the bus stop. Today, her friend, James, came to call on her. He was a bit early, so I invited him to walk with me. He is about eleven years old, but he suffers from a few health problems like myself.

While we waited for the bus stop, I told him about my kick my doctor if I had one day left to live thing.

He laughed, so at least I know I have some support on that.



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Do you know what I hate? I hate how at the bottom of where I am writing this, before you post you have to type in some labels, or "tags" for your post.

They have some examples for labels. The first one?

Scooter.

Oh, how I hate my scooter.

I'm not talking about a normal, two-wheeled scooter, for playing outside on. I'm talking about one of those scooters old people drive.

When I went to an occupational therapist and physiotherapist for the first time, they suggested I get a mode of transportation for when my knees, and hip were really bad. They said either a wheelchair, or a scooter.

I thought about a wheelchair, but that meant someone would need to push me, for my arms had little strength, and would tire, and probably break easily.

A scooter was suggested, and now, it sits in my living room, for when I want to go to the mall, or where ever I'd be walking for long distances.

Its so big and bulky. It attracts attention, and my sister (and dad) touch the buttons while I'm using it, which causes me to lost control.

Its a stupid piece of machinery, and I'll be rid of it as soon as I can, (hopefully I won't need it so much after I get a hip replacement).



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Well, I guess thats all I got to say right now. Get ready for my next post, for this is the post about Thor. Who I hate.

It will be brutal.

It will be bloody.

And no one, will come back alive.

; D