6: forgoten times... lets start clear.

                Now,  I'm sure you all can forgive me, but new times are starting. At the rate I'm going, I will forget all the currwnt Blogs ideas at hand, then I will be at a dead end. Sorry if you were looking forward to my 6th grade tales but, hey aren't they just "ooh, this idiot asked out this brat. OMIGOSH!!!!" blah. So, lets start fresh. Zoom to 7th grade. Here we go... again.

~OJ

p.s. At least you already know about me.... :) right?!

5: first day of 6th PART TWO

                perfect! I scored a seat next to Lils, and across from Kris. She was in my class last year. Some girl was next to me across the isle. She as wearing a wierd cut up shirt. I bet thats Victoria I thought "Alright, class! Now that you have your seats, please sit on them." Mrs. W said. "what the...." Lils whispered to nobody but herself. But, hey, you gotta do, what you gotta do.  I hoisted my self up on my seat, one of my loose flats falling of. As I jumped down to get it, I TOTALLY flashed someone. Thank god the only one behind me was not paying attention. Why did I choose to wear a skirt? I got back on my desk (with my shoe on). Lils and I were whispering the whole time. There were some pretty funny kids in our class.

             Lils and I were swinging our feet back and forth while giggling along with the class. Then, out of nowhere,one of my loose flats flew off into the air and hit the hottest dude I have ever seen in the face. crap I could feel my face burning up. Everyone strarted cracking up. I awkwardly got down and grapped my shoe. "Who did that?!" Mrs. W asked. "sorry..." I answered, trying to hold back my laughs and embrassment at the same time. That just started everyone else up again. Even that kid I hit was laughing now.


               Later that morning we were sharing our names and one thing about us. That guy I hit in the face with my shoe went first. "Hi, my name is Gerald [Jahr-ald] and I like the Titans." he was so cute! I think I might have a crush on him I thought. "Nice to meet you Gerald. Now pick whos next.: Mrs.Wsaid. "okay, umm..." he scanned the room, I knew he was going to throw it to one of his popular guy friends. Or his crush. then, he threw it to me. "omi god, he totes likes you" Lils whispered. I wasnt listening. I was busy freaking out

~OJ

4: first day of 6th

     Boom, boom, boom. No that was NOT my heart beating uncontrolibly because of my nerves. THAT was Party Rock blaring through the speakers. okay, maybe it was my heart. But what can you say? It was the first day of SIXTH GRADE. Big deal here! I stepped out of my car say the usual good-bye stuff to my mom. "and OJ? please remember to wait for sahr. She's your ride, I have to work. K?" "yes, mom" I said in auto-tune. "have a great day, OJ."

     As I ran up the sidewalk to class, I thought about the people in my class. Lils was in it, but Ella was too. Ella is a jerk. She thinks she's popular. Thinks. But there was alot of people I didnt know. Gerald, Jake, Kat. Oh! And my rich BFF Madison said some girl named Beckky was a b-word. Though of coarse, she actually said the word.


to be continued...

Sorry Fellas. Time to go to bed. But you will hear more of  my fantastic tales tomorrow... and that one involves a guy... :)

~OJ

3: orrentation, 6th grade PART TWO

                   After trudging through the halls and having to constently stop to re-greet old teachers, we finally found my room. My class room that is. My bedroom was not in the school. Anywho. Both my teachers were young cute and happy blondes. Mrs. W and Mrs. Rooseborg.  My greetings were nice, Mrs. W even said "your so cute!". I get that alot. But I don't seem to beleive it. 

                That's really all that happed that day. I'm sorry I had to use to posts. Thanks for reading!


~OJ

2: orentation, 6th grade

        
               I hopped out of my dads huge (and disorganized) tahoe worktruck. I was wearing a green layered skirt with a tight tanktop, a flowy shirt that said 'peace' and sparkly flats. I was nervous. And as my dad got out of the car I was already haeding towards the main road to get to school. Of coarse, dad was on the phone. ANOTHER work call. (owning 3 companys, he was busy).

          Only a few minuetes later, we were very close to school. All of a sudden my heart jumped. There was a popular. She was pretty, witty and part of Kell's group. Her name was Jules. I was one of the few people that realized that they really weren't nice, and they only cared about boys. But for some reason, all the the boys did end up liking them. Then, suddenly, my dad STOPPED TO TALK TO HER AND HER MOM. After simple chit chat and basic "do you two know each other?" we finally left. Turns out Jules mom was a client of dads.


to be continued...
(sorry, my pinkie toenail just fell of and my cat is licking my pizza. Gotta run)

~OJ

One: Introduction

Hi.
              That is how most blogs start out, but don't think this is like every other personal blog. This is my TRUE life story. I emphasies "true" becuase some of it, will seem like a joke. Some of it will make you cry. And some of it will make you laugh until the soda comes out of your nose. Did that sound southern in your head? It did in mine. That's really wierd because I live in Chicago Illinois. Right now you may be thinking 'Chicago, busy streets, gangs and guns, skyscrapers, yet fun, wild, creative and passoinate.' yeah. that's what I think too. But correction. I live in a northern (go cubs!) suburb of Chicago.

             Picture me. a blonde, blue eyed, short, and heart shaped face girl. Now zoom back through a wormhole in time to 6th grade, at Middle school. If this was a movie (which in some ways, it is.) I would pan out. Now, lets zoom to the front of my big brick middle school where the halls smelled like Bath and Body Works and the populars stayed away from the nerds. and there was me and my dad, approching the school for orrentation. The first day was tomorrow. Here we go.

~OJ