MT. Clutter, almost.

    I must admit that my life is not a very exciting one. There are however a few moments that have left a lasting impression. Such as, the time I climbed Mt. clutter.
     It was like every other summer afternoon. Nora, Astrid, and I were sitting in my grandmother’s house truing to think of a way to curb our boredom. I was always fascinated with all the stuff my Granny had. Now that I’m older I know its just a bunch of worthless clutter, but at five years-old it looked like a treasure. A treasure just waiting to be plundered, by three little trouble makers. So after searching every corner on the first floor, my cousins and I took to the stairs. The second floor was a bit more interesting. It had two bed rooms, who’s beds had been properly bounced on, with lots of little knick knacks and doodads. Also on the second floor was the door. It was never opened, always closed tightly as if to keep something out. It couldn’t be use though, right? Well, Nora didn’t think so and Astrid fully agreed, and I, though thinking of all the ways we could possibly get in trouble by doing this, reluctantly agreed as well. We slowly opened the door, do to the fact it dragged on the floor slightly, not cause we were being cautious. Peering in we saw the biggest mountain any of have ever seen. It towered above out heads, to this day it still does. Now we were faced with a question: What to do now that we had entered the forbidden room? Climbed the mountain of course! And Climb we did. Up, up, up we went. Past the clothes and the book. Past the purses and the shoes. Past, the creepy Charlie McCarthy doll? What the crap?! After that unlovely experience I began to notice something. If I put my hand on this book It would fall, and take me with it. If I were to loose my balance and pull on this blanket, I would be buried alive for the rest of eternity. Spending an eternity with Charlie McCarthy, nope, not happening. So, being the voice of reason in my group I spoke my concern. “Hey, hey you guys. Um, maybe we shouldn’t do this.” “ Why?” They asked, not even stopping. “Well, i-its really d-dangerous.” I had a bit of a stutter. “N-no its n-not.” So did Nora. “Come on guys, w-we could get in t-trouble. Why don’t we watch P-Powder Puff Girls, or s-something.” I know its Power Puff, now. After about ten minutes and several stuttered out sentences later, I decided that I needed to, um, go. “Come ooooooon.” They whined. “Let’s keep climbing. “Um, got to use the bafroom.” Wasn’t that great with the th sound either. So with that I scampered down from were I had been holding on for dear life, hoping that moving lump was my imagination and not something worse. My feet hit the floor and I hit the restroom. After feeling much better, I wondered out into the hall to her my uncle scolding my two cousins for going into that room. They didn’t mind, they were to happy about what they had accomplished. To this day I feel like I missed out on something, nut what can I say, when nature calls you listen.
So that was the story of when I climbed Mt. Clutter, almost.
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Clean vs. Dirty

 There are three types of kids at my school, the dirty, the obnoxious clean preps, and the clean people who are just kind of there (me). Most recently at my school a kid commented on how dirty kids go to Votech. That kid had to be escorted out of school because of the death threats he has been receiving from said dirty kids. Wait, my bad they weren't death threats I think it was along the lines of, 'We 9 are going to beat you(1 person I might add) to a bloody pulp and unconscious.' It was kind of nerve racking walking to my bus with all the rough and tumble country guys waiting for that kid to come into the halls. The plethora of camouflage was a bit overwhelming.        

I'm in 11th grade...right?

    11th graders consist of 16 and 17 year-olds. So you would imagine they would be able to handle reading books like The Red Badge of Courage in an English college prep class, right? Evidently not, seeing how my teacher is under the illusion that we are preschoolers  and need the book read to us!
   In other news, never do a project with an eco friendly person. Why might you ask, because they don't let you through anything away. 'What?! You want to through away that glitter? We should recycle that!' I hate group projects. If group projects were a person I would punch them in the face. Hard. That is all.

Blog

Many people know what a blog is and most of those people have one. Unless you are like me and have lived in a hole most of your natural born life. For those in said hole I would recommended acquiring one. They are fascinating and time consuming. Perfect for the devoted procrastinator. I mean Farmville can only be so fulfilling. It is also a way to show off your creative side, or lack there of like me. And if nothing else it helps you with your typing skills. Or you could spend hours typing with just two fingers, again like me. Now that I am finishing this first blog of mine I only hope that it isn't a complete waste of the time to those who bother to read it, if any do.