So on Sunday I went to church and found out that the eighth grade was going on a field trip. As you can imagine I was ecstatic.....not really. I was fine with it because I got to hang with my super cool Greek friends, who I think Lizzie, Lucy, and Linnea would love. We went to a place in Glenview called the Vi. It's an assisted living building and it's extremely nice. We went to the memory support wing to do some crafts with some of the people living there. Those people have diseases that causes them to slowly loose their memory like Alzheimer's and Dementia. They have trouble with short-term memory but do have pretty good long term memory. I love Grandpas, they are so cute and sweet. So naturally I decided to help the one old man there. His name was Jerry and he was sooooo nice. I helped him make a vase filled with pebbles and fake flowers. Then I escorted him back to his room and helped him figure out where they would look best. He told me about his old job and how he startede a frozen food company, apparently the first one and the biggest one in the country. He told me about his grandchildren and where they went to college. Then we had to go and he was so sweet he said that he really liked making a new friend :) Then he gave me a hug. I wanted to cry I felt so bad for him and he reminded me of my Grandpa. He was so nice and so kind I seriously want to cry right now. He was also really funny. I <3 old people because they are always so darn cute and of course hilarious! God bless the old people of America!!!
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So over the weeekend my mom's best friend's son was being Bar Mitsvad. He just turned 13 which is how old you need to be to have a Bar Mitva. On Friday night there was a dinner and temple service for close family and friends which my brother, my mom and I attended. After that service we helped set up for the after party that was going to be that Saturday. I can say that I am quite the party setter-upper. I sprinkled the confetti on all of the tables and set up the cute center pieces. The center peices were old pictures of Robby, the Bar Mitsva, and they were adorable! I was in one and I'll figure out how to post it later. During the templ service on Saturday, my brother and I were asked to recite a poem by Steve Jobs. The family really wanted us to read the poem in British accents. We got up there and my brother started going full out British and I as you probably already guessed I started cracking up. I did do a British accent but it was hard to tell through the laughs. It was pretty hilarious and the Rabi didn't really like us after that. But it was worth. It was an awsome weekend and I hope I can go to another Ba
Recently I have discovered that I no longer would like to deal with horror movies. Up until now I have enjoyed repeatedly freaking myself out with hauntings, diseases, and murder movies. This weekend alone I think I watched about four different horror stories, and I think this helped me realize that they really do nothing for me. I've come to the thought..: why scare myself for entertainment? I think the movie that really put me over the edge was Insidious; it was definitely the scariest movie I've ever seen, and that says a lot. After watching it, I was scared of old pictures and corners for about a month. I went insane! Ahhhhh I just can't understand why I've spent so much time thinking that being scared is fun. Being freaked out makes me feel hopeless, alone, and in a way, trapped. The night that I first watched Insidious (in the basement by the way,) my stepdad decided it was a good idea to come downstairs at two in the morning and give me a heart attack by knocking on the door where I was watching the movie, and turn off all the lights. I just died. I had so much adrenaline from being scared, I got up the courage to go open the door, and yell at Dennis, right after watching a horror movie that includes creepy doors. Overall, my point is that I need to stop watching freaky horror movies! *please hold me accountable fellow bloggers.* On an ending note, I NEED CHRISTMAS TO COME, and make me happy.
Today was the day Ii finally accepted the fact that it is fall; not summer, and not winter; the two seasons I love most.
Every year, I go through a stage of confusion as summer passes. The end of summer means the end of swimming, boating, camping, and all things you can do with no coat. With fall comes what- leaves? Well leaves are not exactly snow, or sun, and they are definitely not as fun. (Teehee I rhymed:) Fall makes my mind go all crazy, wondering what I should do after I carve my pumpkins and jump in my leaf piles. There's just so much more to do when it's.. Not.. Cold and snowless outside.:( However, recently I've been beginning to appreciate this weather a little more, considering I've been making do with leaf piles, and my freetime. I spent today with my friends Maggie and Steffan, jumping off of swings into leaf piles, which was actually very fun after all. Right now I have... Nature.. All over me, and I feel great!:) I think I may be able to deal with fall from now on, as long as I remember that leaf piles can really be quite wonderfull when combined with a swing and a couple of friends. ( But for the record, I am still in love with winter. Yes. I am very much so, in love.;) My basketball season at my middle school has officially ended :'( I am extremely depressed. Even though I couldn't play for the last couple of weeks I attended each game and cheered on my team. Our last games were at a tournament last weekend where something unexpected happened. Well my team kinda sorta monkey-chained like 40 locks to one locker in the other school's locker room. For those of you who do not know what monkey-chaining locks is, it's when you pull on every lock and see if it opens, and if it does then you lock it to another lock. I do admit I locked a couple of locks, but it was really a team effort. I don't blame any one person because it was all of our teams fault. A girl from the other school sorta walked in on us committing the crime and told her teacher who told my coach. Yep, we made a pretty bad decision. Our coach was seriously disappointed in us. We apparently badly represented our school, which I agree that we did. I feel the worst that we misrepresented our coach because we all love him so much and never meant to do that. We haven't gotten a detention yet but I think it will be coming soon. I love my team sooooo much it is unexplainable. We all have the best time together and we can NEVER stop laughing. Our coach even told us that we were wearing him down and making him a worse coach. I laugh whenever I think of him saying that. I'm sad to say goodbye to my team, but travel b-ball is starting.....actually it's starting today!! So we've only been apart for three days and that is a record for us. Shout out to my basket bal
So because of my injury I can't participate in gym class, which I love. I love that I don't have to participate in gym class that is. I hate having to change out of my clothes in the locker room because then my hair gets all messed up and its just a catastrophe. Staying in the library is pretty cool and I just hang out with the other injured people in my gym period. I don't feel like doing my math homework so here I am, blogging. I can see Ryan, or Murph as many people refer to him, making a fort in the lions den. The lions den is an area in the back of our school library where people read and it's full somewhat comfy beanbag chairs. Ryan is making a pretty good fort right now....he looks pretty comfortable. Well I have nothing concrete to blog about anymore so I'm out! Also, today my school is wearing pink to support breast cancer so I'm all pinked out! I hate breast cancer and support people who have gone through it or are going through it right now so stay strong ladies!!! Okay no I'm out.
And of course HAPPY BIRTHDAY MARISA I LOVE YOU SOOOOOOOOO MUCH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I can't believe I forgot your candy...I am the worst friend in the entire world :( But I still love you so much you're amazing and the nicest and prettiest girl ever!!! I love you Taylor Swift!!!! <3 <3 <3 <3 Happy fourteenth!!!!
Okay so I went to the doctor last Friday because I woke up and I couldn't put any pressure on my ankle with out it throbbing. My orthopedic surgeon said that I severely sprained my ankle and that I tore a ligament in it. I am out for 2 TO 3 WEEKS!!! I can't play soccer, basketball or volleyball!!! I think I'm going to die. Sports are my life and I don't know what to do without them!! I am sooo used to having a jam packed schedule and going straight from 2 hours of basketball to 2 hours of soccer. Now I feel like a boring couch potato!! One upside is that I have much more time to hang out with friends. I used to NEVER be able to hang out with them because I had basketball everyday after school and soccer on the weekends. The only time I could hang out with them was some Fridays and Saturdays. Now my schedule is wide open and it's kind of a relief to not have to worry about getting my homework done. I went with my team to the away game today and I was cheering them on as always.....but from the bench. Watching my team played made me miss playing basketball sooooo much!!! All I wanted to do was rip off my boot and get in the game but I couldn't. I just want to contribute to my team and help us not lose. My coach told us that we shouldn't play to win, but play so that our team wouldn't have to lose. Which I completely understand but some people might not. I do want to stay in tip-top shape. I do not want to come out of this injury any weaker than I was before. So I'm doing some exercises like lifting weights and crunches just to Even though I am depressed that I can't play, I will still be on the sidelines cheering on my team until the end!! GO LIONS!!! <3
So today we played our rival middle school in basketball...again. I cannot believe I am about to write this but....we lost :'( I am sooo super sad. So in the first 30 seconds I already got two fouls....because the Refs absolutely sucked so freakin' bad I can't even believe it. They were completely biased towards the other school. I swear to you, I DID NOT FOUL that girl in the first quarter. I swear. I literally wanted to sock that Ref in the eye. So my coach had to take me out for the rest of the half after the first quarter because he said that he needed me for the second half. So I cheered on my team...from the bench. Then I started the second half and had some good plays on defense, but I went up for a shot and landed on my ankle all funny and hit the floor. Man did that hurt. I have unusually weak ankles, like it's crazy. I even wear ankle braces on both ankles to strengthen them, but apparently that wasn't enough. I was out for the rest of the game and my ankle is in so much pain. I heard a little cracking on the way down but I definitely didn't break it or anything. I'm sure it's just a bad sprain but my mom goes crazy and just wants to be sure so I'm going to see a doctor tomorrow. I can't believe we lost, I can't believe we lost, I can't believe we lost. I wanted this more than anything, and I wasn't able to put in as much as I wanted to for my team because of the fouls and my ankle. I'm so mad at myself. I feel like I wasn't there for my team when they needed me. We lost 16-22 I think was the final score. They made so many free throws. I think our teams overall foul total was in the twenties. We beat them all three other times, but today just was not our day to win. We didn't have our best game, but even when we feel that we have played our best we can still play better. When my friend Anna and I were walking out of their school we were pissed. We didn't have words to explain it. But of course I decided to vent, very loudly because that's the only way I know how to. So I said to Anna and my dad, "Can I just say that those Refs were completely biased!! Their calls were all in favor of the Eagles (the other team) were they freakin' blind!! I did not foul that girl!!" I hear a voice behind me and it's the Ref. Yep, I'm pretty stupid. He said something like, "Well we tried our best." I looked over at Lilly and Anna and they were cracking up. I was trying so hard to keep in my laughs but anyone who knows me knows that I can't keep my mouth shut so I let out a huge burst of laughter and ran to the car. We didn't win, but I know that we are a better team. This is not the end for us. :)
So over the weekend(Saturday to be specific) my family members on my dad's side and my mom's mom came over to my house for a little party. My brother and I have birthdays just one month apart so we celebrate them together at one party. My aunts, uncles, cousins, and grandparents came over for dinner. My mom ordered food from Portillo's. I love Portillo's soooooo much!!!! Their chocolate cake is to die for!! They also have amazing mostaccioli and chop salad. So dinner was DELICIOUS. All of my cousins are older than me and they are all boys :( All seven of them are off at college, except for one. The one cousin that came was Nick. He's really nice but he has super long hair...and he's a boy. Actually he has hair really similar to mine. It's curly and brown, and the scary part is that I think his hair is longer than mine!! Nick is a brainiac, he can go to any college he wants he's that smart. He used to be in a heavy metal band with his brother Eric, so he's kind of like a punk rocker which is why his hair is so long. Personally, I hate it. I think that he would look 50 times better if he just got a buzz cut! But sadly I do not have the power to choose the length of his hair so I'll just have to live with it. Well anyways, the party was really nice. I love having my family members over, especially my grandpa. My grandpa is so cute(in an old man kind of way) and he's really funny too. He comes to my basketball, volleyball, and soccer games and I always love to see him. I did feel a little young. Especially when everyone started talking about what area Nick wanted to study and what my brother wanted to study in college. They asked me once too but I was like, "Pshhh I don't know!" I don't need to know right now, I'm only in middle school!! I really liked the presents I got. My grandma(my mom's side) gave me a brand new North Face jacket, my grandma and grandpa(my dad's side) gave me a new pair of Ugg boots, and my aunts and uncles gave me "fuggs" and $50. Overall the night was really fun, even though it too windy to play some backyard badmitton(which my dad never forgets to set up :D). Have a good week kids!!
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AuthorHi, my name's Jackie and I am a middle school student. I'll be writing a new blog each week as an assignment from my LA teacher. Enjoy!! Archives
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