THE COMPLETE RUN-THROUGH OF THIS WEEK:
MONDAY: Memorial Day! No school= 'nuff said
TUESDAY: N/A
WEDNESDAY: My braces will be REMOVED, then I go to school. The afternoon follows suit, and then I have my last and final Guitar Concert at my school, 7 p.m.
THURSDAY: I was nominated to represent my civics teacher in the annual Social Studies Fair at one of the local high schools. My friend and I (I was able to choose a friends to come along with me) will be missing two classes in the morning (HA HA YES!) and will return back to school at about lunch time, (presumably). Then, all tutors at my school will be given a celebration party a little after lunch, so I will probably miss a little bit of my fourth class as well. After school, I have a workshop class at Tuscarora, (The high school I'll be attending) for biology next year. (More on that later)
FRIDAY: THISISGONNABETHEMOSTFREAKINGAWESOMEAMAZINGDAYEVERINMYLIFE!
This day all the music departments in my school that are in 8th grade (guitar, chorus, band) get to go on a little field trip to HERSHEY PARK. This is a big deal though guys, seriously. We have to be at my school and on the bus by 5:30 IN THE MORNING. Yeah, no joke. My dad's chaperoning, so luckily, he can endure this slight bit of torture with me. Then we drive to the high school that we're performing at in Pennsylvania, and well, perform. (This is a music/guitar competition hosted by Hershey called Music in the Parks. There are judges and everything...) After the performance, we load back on the bus and go to HERSHEY PARK (It deserves all caps people) We stay there in our groups and roam the park and have fun and eat alot and go on rides and be awesome and not at school until 5:15 when we return to the buses and arrive back at our school at 7:30 p.m. My day will definitely be more cooler than yours, sorry to say.
SATURDAY: Friend's Birthday Party
SUNDAY: Freak out about going to Greece this summer and try to 'consider' packing!
So there you go! The complete run-through of this week. I figured since today I have no school (yay) I would try to explain the bestest week of my life before hand, in case things got too busy and crazy to blog about (THAT'S a definite!) I will try to blog about the important parts of these events though, so keep an eye out!
Love,
Your almost braceless, almost successful guitarist, almost school-less relative,
Danielle
Monday, May 30, 2011
Tuesday, May 24, 2011
Luck is the word...
So it seems I have kept my word! Another post in less than 5 kazillion weeks! Blame it on Judgement Day...how was your hell on earth, by the way?
So everyone, the SOL's are finally over. Just in case you didn't know, SOL's (Standards Of Learning) are the state of Virginia's test that is required and given to students 3rd grade and up every year for the major subjects. Now, taking these tests have become like breathing air. You get lectured about them all year, you stress about them for about a month, you study for them for a week, and you take the freaking test. And then life goes back to being joyful and full of magic ponies. Results come in, (600= Perfect Score 400+ is passing, lower than that is obviously the opposite of passing) you either cry or jump with glee, and then we all get on with our lives, never to hear about the SOL's again...that is, until next year when the whole cycle starts over.
This year, I'm afraid, is slightly different.
You see, 8th graders are particularly lucky in all areas. Especially this year. I have expressed some of my enthusiasm in the past on this topic of suck-oh, i mean luck with 8th graders, but I never mentioned the icing on the cake. Our 8th grader ancestors have all enjoyed some sort of field trip and 'graduation' party at the end of the year. 6th and 7th graders get to see a show at the Kennedy Center and do whoop-de-doo in D.C. But 8th graders get to go to Baltimore for the aquarium. Now, you might be thinking, "OMG, fish are so totally amazing, that is the best field trip I have ever heard of yo!" but before you get all sarcastic on me, let me tell you something: I have been to D.C. more times than I would like to count. I have been breathing D.C. air, stepping on D.C. soil, peeing in D.C. toilets FOR THE MAJORITY OF MY LIFE. Come on now guys, that's like being told you're getting to go on a field trip to the dentist. (No offense, dentists) Who seriously wants to do that for FUN? You go on a longg bus ride in crappity-crap buses, see alll the darn, white monuments you see in your nightmares (Washington Monument? More like GIANT POINTY VAMPIRE STAKE) and then walk around a boring museum you've already been to 50 times. No, I'll take fish over D.C. ANY DAY.
But get this: No fish. No, not even a D.C. WE. GET. NOTHING. 6th grade went on their field trip. 7th grade went. But 8th graders...aw, those good ol' 8th graders, they won't mind, and hey, who cares if they do, we are evil, fun-sucking teachers who like to blame BUDGET CUTS on the general dullness of our school.
So how do they make this up to us?
"Hey kids, for your graduation party, instead of having it on the weekend like we do usually do, we're gonna have it on a Thursday! But wait- Don't get too excited! You didn't really think we would give you the whole day off to enjoy your youth and give your aching, working brains a break, did you? Nahh, you can miss like, two of your classes, kay? Oh, and btw, gimmie 10 bucks fools."
Not only do we have to still do SCHOOL on our graduation party, but we also have to pay for our food and t-shirts. And get your hopes up about the entertainment...they're renting us BOUNCY equipment. As in SWEATY ADOLESCENT TEENAGERS BOUNCING AROUND ON AN OVER-SIZED MULTI-COLORED BEACH BALL.
So yes. Like I said before, 8th graders really are lucky. To add to that luck, we are the only grade in middle school who have to take a Science SOL, on top of an English, Civics and Math one. The science SOL is from all three years of middle school too. So really, just as easy as one, (just had a break down) two, (major sleep deprivation) three (suicidal thoughts).
But thank the lord, SOL's are OVER. The good news: I got a 600 on my Algebra SOL (HA HA SUCK IT THOMAS JEFFERSON!) The bad news: Testing still isn't over. On top of SOL's, we also have exams for every single subject, including music and P.E. (Feel free to laugh hysterically) Luckily, my school has this incentive program, where if you pass your SOL for that subject, then you don't have to take the exam. That still doesn't exclude P.E. though. Ha. Love it.
So on top of the usual stressing that happens during SOL time, there is also post-stressing, because now all us 8th graders are wondering if we are going to have to take the frickin exam too.
so, yay.
Love,
Danielle
So everyone, the SOL's are finally over. Just in case you didn't know, SOL's (Standards Of Learning) are the state of Virginia's test that is required and given to students 3rd grade and up every year for the major subjects. Now, taking these tests have become like breathing air. You get lectured about them all year, you stress about them for about a month, you study for them for a week, and you take the freaking test. And then life goes back to being joyful and full of magic ponies. Results come in, (600= Perfect Score 400+ is passing, lower than that is obviously the opposite of passing) you either cry or jump with glee, and then we all get on with our lives, never to hear about the SOL's again...that is, until next year when the whole cycle starts over.
This year, I'm afraid, is slightly different.
You see, 8th graders are particularly lucky in all areas. Especially this year. I have expressed some of my enthusiasm in the past on this topic of suck-oh, i mean luck with 8th graders, but I never mentioned the icing on the cake. Our 8th grader ancestors have all enjoyed some sort of field trip and 'graduation' party at the end of the year. 6th and 7th graders get to see a show at the Kennedy Center and do whoop-de-doo in D.C. But 8th graders get to go to Baltimore for the aquarium. Now, you might be thinking, "OMG, fish are so totally amazing, that is the best field trip I have ever heard of yo!" but before you get all sarcastic on me, let me tell you something: I have been to D.C. more times than I would like to count. I have been breathing D.C. air, stepping on D.C. soil, peeing in D.C. toilets FOR THE MAJORITY OF MY LIFE. Come on now guys, that's like being told you're getting to go on a field trip to the dentist. (No offense, dentists) Who seriously wants to do that for FUN? You go on a longg bus ride in crappity-crap buses, see alll the darn, white monuments you see in your nightmares (Washington Monument? More like GIANT POINTY VAMPIRE STAKE) and then walk around a boring museum you've already been to 50 times. No, I'll take fish over D.C. ANY DAY.
But get this: No fish. No, not even a D.C. WE. GET. NOTHING. 6th grade went on their field trip. 7th grade went. But 8th graders...aw, those good ol' 8th graders, they won't mind, and hey, who cares if they do, we are evil, fun-sucking teachers who like to blame BUDGET CUTS on the general dullness of our school.
So how do they make this up to us?
"Hey kids, for your graduation party, instead of having it on the weekend like we do usually do, we're gonna have it on a Thursday! But wait- Don't get too excited! You didn't really think we would give you the whole day off to enjoy your youth and give your aching, working brains a break, did you? Nahh, you can miss like, two of your classes, kay? Oh, and btw, gimmie 10 bucks fools."
Not only do we have to still do SCHOOL on our graduation party, but we also have to pay for our food and t-shirts. And get your hopes up about the entertainment...they're renting us BOUNCY equipment. As in SWEATY ADOLESCENT TEENAGERS BOUNCING AROUND ON AN OVER-SIZED MULTI-COLORED BEACH BALL.
So yes. Like I said before, 8th graders really are lucky. To add to that luck, we are the only grade in middle school who have to take a Science SOL, on top of an English, Civics and Math one. The science SOL is from all three years of middle school too. So really, just as easy as one, (just had a break down) two, (major sleep deprivation) three (suicidal thoughts).
But thank the lord, SOL's are OVER. The good news: I got a 600 on my Algebra SOL (HA HA SUCK IT THOMAS JEFFERSON!) The bad news: Testing still isn't over. On top of SOL's, we also have exams for every single subject, including music and P.E. (Feel free to laugh hysterically) Luckily, my school has this incentive program, where if you pass your SOL for that subject, then you don't have to take the exam. That still doesn't exclude P.E. though. Ha. Love it.
So on top of the usual stressing that happens during SOL time, there is also post-stressing, because now all us 8th graders are wondering if we are going to have to take the frickin exam too.
so, yay.
Love,
Danielle
Thursday, May 19, 2011
Braces and Earrings and Victory, OH MY!
Ahh! What a mess! It has been way over a month and not ONE post! What is happening to this world!?
I am so sorry dear ones. I'm sure you all have been just so devastated from lack of blogy-ness. I understand your pain.
The good news is, I'm back! (well, for now. Until another SUPER EXTREMELY HUGELY HUMONGOUSLY BUSY month comes around again)
Soo much has happened since I last posted. Too much to catch up on...but hey, that's what VISITS are for!
The important stuff is: My brain was not blown to bits because of an ear gun! My ears have now been successfully pierced for a little bit over 6 weeks. 2 more to go, and then I get to change my beginners earrings. (For those of you who are not earring-savvy, when you get your ears pierced, (with the gun thingy) a special hypo-allergenic real gold/silver earring is placed in the hole immediately (with the gun thingy). This earring stays in your ears for 6-8 weeks. You strictly CAN NOT take them out ONCE. You're supposed to clean them twice a day, and be careful with your ears around suspiciously bacterial bacteria that cause infections. Once the 8 weeks is up, you can then change your earrings finally, but you still can only wear real gold/silver for half a year.) So by June, I will have liberated ears! They will finally have a choice between gold...or silver. hm. decisions, decisions...
Also...
MYBRACESWILLBEOFFSUPERSUPERSUPERSOON!!!!
On June 1st...I'm kissing these suckers goodbye and saying heeloooo to new, straight, gap-less teeth! No more metal! No more rubber bands! No more restricted diets because of immense dental pain! No more poking wires, or tightening wires, or chains!
People, do you realize this is only in 13 days!?
This is very, very, very good news.
That week of June 1st will be an extremely hectic and crazy one, but more on that later!
For now folks, adios!
Love,
Danielle
P.S. Last SOL is tomorrow. BUT MORE ON THAT LATER. ;) (a.k.a next month)
I am so sorry dear ones. I'm sure you all have been just so devastated from lack of blogy-ness. I understand your pain.
The good news is, I'm back! (well, for now. Until another SUPER EXTREMELY HUGELY HUMONGOUSLY BUSY month comes around again)
Soo much has happened since I last posted. Too much to catch up on...but hey, that's what VISITS are for!
The important stuff is: My brain was not blown to bits because of an ear gun! My ears have now been successfully pierced for a little bit over 6 weeks. 2 more to go, and then I get to change my beginners earrings. (For those of you who are not earring-savvy, when you get your ears pierced, (with the gun thingy) a special hypo-allergenic real gold/silver earring is placed in the hole immediately (with the gun thingy). This earring stays in your ears for 6-8 weeks. You strictly CAN NOT take them out ONCE. You're supposed to clean them twice a day, and be careful with your ears around suspiciously bacterial bacteria that cause infections. Once the 8 weeks is up, you can then change your earrings finally, but you still can only wear real gold/silver for half a year.) So by June, I will have liberated ears! They will finally have a choice between gold...or silver. hm. decisions, decisions...
Also...
MYBRACESWILLBEOFFSUPERSUPERSUPERSOON!!!!
On June 1st...I'm kissing these suckers goodbye and saying heeloooo to new, straight, gap-less teeth! No more metal! No more rubber bands! No more restricted diets because of immense dental pain! No more poking wires, or tightening wires, or chains!
People, do you realize this is only in 13 days!?
This is very, very, very good news.
That week of June 1st will be an extremely hectic and crazy one, but more on that later!
For now folks, adios!
Love,
Danielle
P.S. Last SOL is tomorrow. BUT MORE ON THAT LATER. ;) (a.k.a next month)
Monday, April 4, 2011
Ear Guns and The Freaking Dream Team
Hey everyone!
It's been awhile since I last posted, so I thought I would just give a quick update.
Things have been going fine at the Matta house...school and work and eating a lot keeps us busy, as usual.
Speaking of school...only 54 school days left until summer! That's about 11 weeks! Practically 2 and a half months! 1296 hours! Wow...it seems a lot longer when you say it in hours... :(
Also, further good news on my part, my braces shall be making an exit rather soon! My orthodontist says I should have them off sometime in May...Why aren't you celebrating? If anything, THIS is a cause for celebration!
Another new addition to my life: More stress! Oh wait...
So a couple of weeks ago I was informed that me and 7 others were chosen to be in this thing called the Academic Challenge (This is where you groan and wish you had a cooler daughter/niece/grandchild/life) It's basically like Jeopardy except between lots of middle schools and with teams. And being in the Academic Challenge is a lot more embarrassing than being on Jeopardy. I mean, just look at the name. The only way it could be worse is if it was called Nerds R Us. Though I think 'Academic Challenge' brings across that message quite nicely anyway.
So, the actual thing is this upcoming Saturday, at 9 a.m. Against my will, our team is called The Dream Team (Which is like icing on the cake. Gee, what can we call ourselves to draw less nerdy attention to ourselves? How about THE DREAM TEAM? -_- We might as well just come in suspenders and wave around our allergy medication.) Anyway, the plan is to win, no matter how much that might shame all our reputations. We have had a few meetings, and I think we have a pretty good shot. And even if we lose, at least we can all put it behind us and never speak of it again. And possibly change our names and move to Mexico. Yeah.
So that's pretty much it my friends! I'm going to the mall now with my mom to do some birthday returns/gift card using and...to get my ears pierced! Before I go, I'll leave this short dialogue of how my friends described the process of getting your ears pierced:
(Me) "Does it hurt?"
"Nah, it feels like a shot. It only hurts for a second."
"It hurts for longer than a second. Maybe five seconds."
"Well, it's kinda nerve-wracking, with the gun and all..."
(Me) "THE GUN!!!??"
"Yeah, you know, the gun with the needle on it. They just put it next to your ear and shoot it!"
"Mine bled for like, forevahh."
(Me) "THE GUN!!!??"
"Jeez Danielle, it's not a big deal. They put numbing stuff on your ear. I think."
(Me) "Oh Lord."
Adios! Off to go get my ear combusted!
Love,
Danielle
It's been awhile since I last posted, so I thought I would just give a quick update.
Things have been going fine at the Matta house...school and work and eating a lot keeps us busy, as usual.
Speaking of school...only 54 school days left until summer! That's about 11 weeks! Practically 2 and a half months! 1296 hours! Wow...it seems a lot longer when you say it in hours... :(
Also, further good news on my part, my braces shall be making an exit rather soon! My orthodontist says I should have them off sometime in May...Why aren't you celebrating? If anything, THIS is a cause for celebration!
Another new addition to my life: More stress! Oh wait...
So a couple of weeks ago I was informed that me and 7 others were chosen to be in this thing called the Academic Challenge (This is where you groan and wish you had a cooler daughter/niece/grandchild/life) It's basically like Jeopardy except between lots of middle schools and with teams. And being in the Academic Challenge is a lot more embarrassing than being on Jeopardy. I mean, just look at the name. The only way it could be worse is if it was called Nerds R Us. Though I think 'Academic Challenge' brings across that message quite nicely anyway.
So, the actual thing is this upcoming Saturday, at 9 a.m. Against my will, our team is called The Dream Team (Which is like icing on the cake. Gee, what can we call ourselves to draw less nerdy attention to ourselves? How about THE DREAM TEAM? -_- We might as well just come in suspenders and wave around our allergy medication.) Anyway, the plan is to win, no matter how much that might shame all our reputations. We have had a few meetings, and I think we have a pretty good shot. And even if we lose, at least we can all put it behind us and never speak of it again. And possibly change our names and move to Mexico. Yeah.
So that's pretty much it my friends! I'm going to the mall now with my mom to do some birthday returns/gift card using and...to get my ears pierced! Before I go, I'll leave this short dialogue of how my friends described the process of getting your ears pierced:
(Me) "Does it hurt?"
"Nah, it feels like a shot. It only hurts for a second."
"It hurts for longer than a second. Maybe five seconds."
"Well, it's kinda nerve-wracking, with the gun and all..."
(Me) "THE GUN!!!??"
"Yeah, you know, the gun with the needle on it. They just put it next to your ear and shoot it!"
"Mine bled for like, forevahh."
(Me) "THE GUN!!!??"
"Jeez Danielle, it's not a big deal. They put numbing stuff on your ear. I think."
(Me) "Oh Lord."
Adios! Off to go get my ear combusted!
Love,
Danielle
Sunday, March 20, 2011
A Healthy Birthday
So, Thursday was my birthday, and yesterday (Saturday) was my birthday party.
I had a lot of fun.
I invited 12 girls, 11 from my school, and one of them who is not. Nick invited that girl's little sister as his 'buddy' at my party. 2 girls couldn't come, so we were left with a guest list of about 11 people.
The party started at 2 o'clock. Once everyone arrived, I went over the rules of poker, and we all (tried) to play a game. Instead of betting money, we bet candy. (Which in the end, didn't really matter much, because the winning team decided to share all their candy anyway)
Afterwards we played another card game, and then ate some pizza.
In between decorating our own cards and opening presents, we danced and ate cake. And chips. And dip. And a LOT of chips.
By 7, the party was over. I think everyone really enjoyed it. Five girls didn't leave though; My closest friends out of the 10 were invited to a sleepover after the party. We played an intense game of smack each other with balloons, then took a walk outside, since the weather has been soooo nice here lately. We then talked for about an hour, while eating more chips. I spilled iced tea on the rug. By accident. But I cleaned it up. While eating chips.
We watched My Big Fat Greek Wedding (one of the few DVDs we do actually own...other than Mama Mia and Bratz movies) and blew up our air mattresses down in the basement, where we would be 'sleeping'. Once the movie finished, we talked for a long time, and then ended up somehow doing make-overs and hair and eating some more chips.
Finally, at 4 a.m., we should probably go to bed. People washed off their makeup, put on their pjs, and hopped onto our designated air mattress. We all fell asleep instantly.
It was an awesome day, and I got some pretty cool gifts too. Here is the list of the prezzies I got from my friends:
5 nail polishes: Ectoplasmic (neon green), Snakeskin (goldish-gray), Sand and Stilettos (silver and purple sparkles), Gorgeous (metallic blue/green), and Fault Line (dark purple). The purple nail polish is really cool, because it's a special nail polish that 'cracks' after you apply it, so that it gives an automatic design. For example, you could put on a black coat, and put the purple nail polish on top. After a little bit, the purple starts to separate or shatter apart, leaving a sort of black and purple leopard print!
An I Love Gangstas magnet
4 gift cards: $10 to Books-A-Million, $15 to Target, $20 to Borders, and $15 for iTunes
An American Eagle shirt
A gold and brown bracelet
The book, Red Riding Hood, by Catherine Hardwicke (Now becoming a movie! or is already...not sure)
A 'Custom Eye Enhancing Eyeliner Trio'\
Pack of gum
Little pack of jelly beans
A necklace with a camera charm
A pair of earrings in the shape of two little silver keys
A Mickey Mouse Clubhouse Donald Duck sticker. (Jealous????)
A cell phone carrying case
A really cool pencil with a home-made duct-tape flower on the top! (ok, a little better explained...my friend made a rose out of duct tape coming out of a pencil...NOW your jealous!)
A lid bronzer palette
15 bucks
A chocolate bunny
A bookmark made out of duct tape (hand made)
A little change purse made out of duct tape (hand made)
And this is what my family gave me during my birthday dinner on Thursday:
A 500 piece puzzle
A HUMONGO bag of jelly beans (NO JOKE. I'M TALKING LIKE, 2 POUNDS WORTH OF JELLY BEANS!)
3 books: Crossing Over, The Prophecy of the Sisters, and The Replacement
A make-up mirror
Some clothes
A jewelry box that my mom painted and had all my mom's earrings from when she was my age
A check from my Nona
All and all, it was a great birthday, and I thank all of you for the great gifts and wishes you gave me!
Now, I must go sleep in the corner.
I
am
very
tired.
And I want some chips really bad.
Love,
Danielle
I had a lot of fun.
I invited 12 girls, 11 from my school, and one of them who is not. Nick invited that girl's little sister as his 'buddy' at my party. 2 girls couldn't come, so we were left with a guest list of about 11 people.
The party started at 2 o'clock. Once everyone arrived, I went over the rules of poker, and we all (tried) to play a game. Instead of betting money, we bet candy. (Which in the end, didn't really matter much, because the winning team decided to share all their candy anyway)
Afterwards we played another card game, and then ate some pizza.
In between decorating our own cards and opening presents, we danced and ate cake. And chips. And dip. And a LOT of chips.
By 7, the party was over. I think everyone really enjoyed it. Five girls didn't leave though; My closest friends out of the 10 were invited to a sleepover after the party. We played an intense game of smack each other with balloons, then took a walk outside, since the weather has been soooo nice here lately. We then talked for about an hour, while eating more chips. I spilled iced tea on the rug. By accident. But I cleaned it up. While eating chips.
We watched My Big Fat Greek Wedding (one of the few DVDs we do actually own...other than Mama Mia and Bratz movies) and blew up our air mattresses down in the basement, where we would be 'sleeping'. Once the movie finished, we talked for a long time, and then ended up somehow doing make-overs and hair and eating some more chips.
Finally, at 4 a.m., we should probably go to bed. People washed off their makeup, put on their pjs, and hopped onto our designated air mattress. We all fell asleep instantly.
It was an awesome day, and I got some pretty cool gifts too. Here is the list of the prezzies I got from my friends:
5 nail polishes: Ectoplasmic (neon green), Snakeskin (goldish-gray), Sand and Stilettos (silver and purple sparkles), Gorgeous (metallic blue/green), and Fault Line (dark purple). The purple nail polish is really cool, because it's a special nail polish that 'cracks' after you apply it, so that it gives an automatic design. For example, you could put on a black coat, and put the purple nail polish on top. After a little bit, the purple starts to separate or shatter apart, leaving a sort of black and purple leopard print!
An I Love Gangstas magnet
4 gift cards: $10 to Books-A-Million, $15 to Target, $20 to Borders, and $15 for iTunes
An American Eagle shirt
A gold and brown bracelet
The book, Red Riding Hood, by Catherine Hardwicke (Now becoming a movie! or is already...not sure)
A 'Custom Eye Enhancing Eyeliner Trio'\
Pack of gum
Little pack of jelly beans
A necklace with a camera charm
A pair of earrings in the shape of two little silver keys
A Mickey Mouse Clubhouse Donald Duck sticker. (Jealous????)
A cell phone carrying case
A really cool pencil with a home-made duct-tape flower on the top! (ok, a little better explained...my friend made a rose out of duct tape coming out of a pencil...NOW your jealous!)
A lid bronzer palette
15 bucks
A chocolate bunny
A bookmark made out of duct tape (hand made)
A little change purse made out of duct tape (hand made)
And this is what my family gave me during my birthday dinner on Thursday:
A 500 piece puzzle
A HUMONGO bag of jelly beans (NO JOKE. I'M TALKING LIKE, 2 POUNDS WORTH OF JELLY BEANS!)
3 books: Crossing Over, The Prophecy of the Sisters, and The Replacement
A make-up mirror
Some clothes
A jewelry box that my mom painted and had all my mom's earrings from when she was my age
A check from my Nona
All and all, it was a great birthday, and I thank all of you for the great gifts and wishes you gave me!
Now, I must go sleep in the corner.
I
am
very
tired.
And I want some chips really bad.
Love,
Danielle
Wednesday, March 16, 2011
Thou Art Angsty and Cynical, Dastardly Invitations!
Hola! How's it going? Hope you all are excited for the weekend...'cause I sure am!!
It has been quite a while since I've done one of my typical, sarcastic, slighty angsty posts, but with school and...well, school, it has been quite hard being very angsty at all!! But, you all are in luck, because Ranting Danielle is riled up and ready to go!
So for those of you who haven't noticed, (and if you did not, you should go into your hallway, find a nice little corner, and start slowly but steadily ceasing your brain cells from exsistance by banging your head continuously) tomorrow is my birthday. March 17th. 2011. I shall be the mighty age of fourteen. One-Four, the age of...nothing. mannnn.
Anyway, every year, when my birthday comes around, usually a couple weeks before I start planning out my party. This then involves running the idea with the 'rents. (God I hate that 'cool' way of saying parents. What the heck is cooler about chopping off the p-a-r part? And since when does saying 'parents' have to be cool anyway? I thought, being an angsty teen and all, that parents WERE NOT cool. But hey, my angst has been running low these past couple of days, so what would I know?) Then, once my plan has been approved, we go shopping for decor, paper plates, napkins etc., food...and whatever else is included in this birthday plan of mine. (which probably consists of making my guests do something that they wouldn't want to do at a circus in mid-air while going through a hoop of fire, much less a birthday party)
But every year, there is always this awkwardness about giving out invitations. I mean, I make a list, figure out who I want to invite and who I don't, and I write up the invitations. So the handing out of invites should be easy, right?
Well, no. Because this is where the awkward part comes in.
There are your Good/Best Friends, your Sort-of Friends, your Kind-of-Not Friends, your Friends Only in Class Friends, your We Only Talk in the Locker Room Friends, your Friend of a Friend Friends, your You-Only-Hang-Out-With-Them-Because-They-Hang-Around-Your-Friends Friend, and your Friends Who Are Not Really Your Friends But Stick Like Glue Anyway.
Those are a lot of 'friends'. Yeah, it's pretty sad and kind of cynical to make catagories like that, but come on, lets face it here, you all know it's true. You know you have at least one person in your life that could fit in one of those groups. Plus, cynical is my most feared side. Rawr.
So basically, when it comes to invitation giving, there are several problems and obstacles that come up. And you'll literally do ANYTHING to avoid these problems and obstacles...because 'friend catagories' are the hardest to mess with, son. You mess with one, you screw the delicate balance of 'friendship' competely, and mess with a bunch of others that you would never have thought were connected..
For example, lets say one of your Good/Best Friends does...I don't know, softball, and she made the winning...serve? volley? Yeah, SO THEY WIN. The game was really important to your friend and your really proud of her (plus she's in your Good/Best Friends catagory...that's gotta mean something) so you go out and buy her, oh I don't know, a really expensive necklace that she's always wanted. But, uh oh, dilema, you have only one class with this friend and you don't want to hand an expensive necklace to her out in front of your entire class. So you tell her to meet you by your locker.
Now, next to you, is your We Only Talk in the Locker Room Friend. She has had a locker next to you for the past 3 years. You guys talk and laugh, but ONLY between classes, and it doesn't really go beyond that. But you know for a fact that THAT friend has always wanted said expensive necklace as well. And it is ALSO your common knowledge that THAT friend ALSO had a very important game in...er, HOCKEY. No, I change my mind, SOCCER.
So your Good/Best Friend comes up, and right there next to you, looking at you with wide eyes and breathing down your freaking neck, is We Only Talk in the Locker Room Friend. She's even more intrigued when your Good/Best Friend goes, "Hey, you said you wanted to give me a gift?"
So you have no choice but to give her the necklace, right there in front of your W.O.T.i.t.L.R.F. Who then goes, "OMG! I'VE BEEN WANTING THAT NECKLACE FOREVAAH! WHAT'S IT FOR???" and then you are stuck in the very awkward position of explaining that you are giving it to that friend because she won the game...and therefore admitting RIGHT TO THAT FRIENDS FACE, that you like her A WHOLE LOT LESS (specifically, a very expensive necklace less) than her. Which, is awkward.
And it gets a whole lot worse when it comes to party invitations. Especially when you are constantly SURROUNDED by people who potientially think they are worthy of being invited to your party. Even if you may not agree.
Which, is awkard.
And makes me VERY angsty ;PP
So family, before I go sulk and brood about my poor, vain, social catastrophes, I say goodnight. And beware of angst-creating, awkward situation forming, friendship severing invitations.
I have said the word angst WAY too many times in this one post. Maybe next time I should just put the title as: WARNING: THIS POST MAY CONTAIN TOO MUCH TEENAGE ANGST. READ WITH CAUTION.
I think maybe I should just go to bed now. You all have a lot to think about, obvioulsy, what with my motivational and emotional post. So full of...ang-
Guess what that word would have been.
Wow. I'm annoying.
Love,
Danielle
HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO ME! NO INVITATION NECESSARY!
It has been quite a while since I've done one of my typical, sarcastic, slighty angsty posts, but with school and...well, school, it has been quite hard being very angsty at all!! But, you all are in luck, because Ranting Danielle is riled up and ready to go!
So for those of you who haven't noticed, (and if you did not, you should go into your hallway, find a nice little corner, and start slowly but steadily ceasing your brain cells from exsistance by banging your head continuously) tomorrow is my birthday. March 17th. 2011. I shall be the mighty age of fourteen. One-Four, the age of...nothing. mannnn.
Anyway, every year, when my birthday comes around, usually a couple weeks before I start planning out my party. This then involves running the idea with the 'rents. (God I hate that 'cool' way of saying parents. What the heck is cooler about chopping off the p-a-r part? And since when does saying 'parents' have to be cool anyway? I thought, being an angsty teen and all, that parents WERE NOT cool. But hey, my angst has been running low these past couple of days, so what would I know?) Then, once my plan has been approved, we go shopping for decor, paper plates, napkins etc., food...and whatever else is included in this birthday plan of mine. (which probably consists of making my guests do something that they wouldn't want to do at a circus in mid-air while going through a hoop of fire, much less a birthday party)
But every year, there is always this awkwardness about giving out invitations. I mean, I make a list, figure out who I want to invite and who I don't, and I write up the invitations. So the handing out of invites should be easy, right?
Well, no. Because this is where the awkward part comes in.
There are your Good/Best Friends, your Sort-of Friends, your Kind-of-Not Friends, your Friends Only in Class Friends, your We Only Talk in the Locker Room Friends, your Friend of a Friend Friends, your You-Only-Hang-Out-With-Them-Because-They-Hang-Around-Your-Friends Friend, and your Friends Who Are Not Really Your Friends But Stick Like Glue Anyway.
Those are a lot of 'friends'. Yeah, it's pretty sad and kind of cynical to make catagories like that, but come on, lets face it here, you all know it's true. You know you have at least one person in your life that could fit in one of those groups. Plus, cynical is my most feared side. Rawr.
So basically, when it comes to invitation giving, there are several problems and obstacles that come up. And you'll literally do ANYTHING to avoid these problems and obstacles...because 'friend catagories' are the hardest to mess with, son. You mess with one, you screw the delicate balance of 'friendship' competely, and mess with a bunch of others that you would never have thought were connected..
For example, lets say one of your Good/Best Friends does...I don't know, softball, and she made the winning...serve? volley? Yeah, SO THEY WIN. The game was really important to your friend and your really proud of her (plus she's in your Good/Best Friends catagory...that's gotta mean something) so you go out and buy her, oh I don't know, a really expensive necklace that she's always wanted. But, uh oh, dilema, you have only one class with this friend and you don't want to hand an expensive necklace to her out in front of your entire class. So you tell her to meet you by your locker.
Now, next to you, is your We Only Talk in the Locker Room Friend. She has had a locker next to you for the past 3 years. You guys talk and laugh, but ONLY between classes, and it doesn't really go beyond that. But you know for a fact that THAT friend has always wanted said expensive necklace as well. And it is ALSO your common knowledge that THAT friend ALSO had a very important game in...er, HOCKEY. No, I change my mind, SOCCER.
So your Good/Best Friend comes up, and right there next to you, looking at you with wide eyes and breathing down your freaking neck, is We Only Talk in the Locker Room Friend. She's even more intrigued when your Good/Best Friend goes, "Hey, you said you wanted to give me a gift?"
So you have no choice but to give her the necklace, right there in front of your W.O.T.i.t.L.R.F. Who then goes, "OMG! I'VE BEEN WANTING THAT NECKLACE FOREVAAH! WHAT'S IT FOR???" and then you are stuck in the very awkward position of explaining that you are giving it to that friend because she won the game...and therefore admitting RIGHT TO THAT FRIENDS FACE, that you like her A WHOLE LOT LESS (specifically, a very expensive necklace less) than her. Which, is awkward.
And it gets a whole lot worse when it comes to party invitations. Especially when you are constantly SURROUNDED by people who potientially think they are worthy of being invited to your party. Even if you may not agree.
Which, is awkard.
And makes me VERY angsty ;PP
So family, before I go sulk and brood about my poor, vain, social catastrophes, I say goodnight. And beware of angst-creating, awkward situation forming, friendship severing invitations.
I have said the word angst WAY too many times in this one post. Maybe next time I should just put the title as: WARNING: THIS POST MAY CONTAIN TOO MUCH TEENAGE ANGST. READ WITH CAUTION.
I think maybe I should just go to bed now. You all have a lot to think about, obvioulsy, what with my motivational and emotional post. So full of...ang-
Guess what that word would have been.
Wow. I'm annoying.
Love,
Danielle
HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO ME! NO INVITATION NECESSARY!
Monday, March 14, 2011
Happy Birthday Jido!
On this day, 73 years ago, Fouad George Matta was born!
73 years. That's a long time, my friends.
Today, we celebrate him in our hearts and minds, as a wonderful man and loving person. Even though he is no longer with us, his influence and spirit lives on. The lives he has touched are living proof of the impact he had on the people that knew him. For this, I will forever honor this day, March 14th, as the day that brought my grandfather into this world.
It is said about people born on March 14th:
"They are fond of society and are good conversationalists, and their company is sought by all. They are energetic and clear thinkers. With their blessed combination of ambition and friendly disposition, they will achieve great success in anything they undertake."
For those of you who knew Fouad, I think you can agree with me when I say that this is a very good way to describe our birthday boy.
And, since this is the celebration of what would be Fouad Matta's 73rd birthday, there is a surprise too!
Today, my dad did a very special thing. Something we both have been wanting to do for a while.
He bought Jido's online obituary and guestbook, so that the kind words and honorable biography of him can be forever on the Internet...The expiration date has disappeared!!!
I ask you all to please thank him for that...it was very nice of him to do that for us and for Jido. He has also written his guestbook message, and I ask you all to go and read that too, since it's very touching. Now, where ever we go, we can always carry the love and support of the many people who knew Fouad and cared for him. We can always look back upon the beautiful messages to him and about him, and smile and cry and remember him as he always was in life: An Angel.
This is the link to the obituary: http://www.legacy.com/obituaries/bostonglobe/obituary.aspx?page=lifestory&pid=142374596
This is the link to the guestbook: http://www.legacy.com/guestbook/bostonglobe/guestbook.aspx?n=fouad-matta&pid=142374596&cid=full
Thank you to those who have offered to 'Contribute to Tribute'. That will be posted in April, and when I need of your assistance, I'll let you know! For now, family, goodbye!
Love,
Danielle
Happy Birthday Jido! Je t'aime beaucoup mon grand-pere! Tu es mon ange gardien! xxx
73 years. That's a long time, my friends.
Today, we celebrate him in our hearts and minds, as a wonderful man and loving person. Even though he is no longer with us, his influence and spirit lives on. The lives he has touched are living proof of the impact he had on the people that knew him. For this, I will forever honor this day, March 14th, as the day that brought my grandfather into this world.
It is said about people born on March 14th:
"They are fond of society and are good conversationalists, and their company is sought by all. They are energetic and clear thinkers. With their blessed combination of ambition and friendly disposition, they will achieve great success in anything they undertake."
For those of you who knew Fouad, I think you can agree with me when I say that this is a very good way to describe our birthday boy.
And, since this is the celebration of what would be Fouad Matta's 73rd birthday, there is a surprise too!
Today, my dad did a very special thing. Something we both have been wanting to do for a while.
He bought Jido's online obituary and guestbook, so that the kind words and honorable biography of him can be forever on the Internet...The expiration date has disappeared!!!
I ask you all to please thank him for that...it was very nice of him to do that for us and for Jido. He has also written his guestbook message, and I ask you all to go and read that too, since it's very touching. Now, where ever we go, we can always carry the love and support of the many people who knew Fouad and cared for him. We can always look back upon the beautiful messages to him and about him, and smile and cry and remember him as he always was in life: An Angel.
This is the link to the obituary: http://www.legacy.com/obituaries/bostonglobe/obituary.aspx?page=lifestory&pid=142374596
This is the link to the guestbook: http://www.legacy.com/guestbook/bostonglobe/guestbook.aspx?n=fouad-matta&pid=142374596&cid=full
Thank you to those who have offered to 'Contribute to Tribute'. That will be posted in April, and when I need of your assistance, I'll let you know! For now, family, goodbye!
Love,
Danielle
Happy Birthday Jido! Je t'aime beaucoup mon grand-pere! Tu es mon ange gardien! xxx
Friday, March 4, 2011
:D *Smiley Face* :D
Happy Friday compadres! It's been a very loooooong, incredibly tiring week, (But my bladder is back to normal, thanks for asking!) so I'm ever so happy for it to be the weekend.
I have some very special, extra inclusive news! But first, something you all don't care about:
Books. Man, I love books. Short books, Fat books, Blue books, Red books! (Did anyone catch my lame reference to Dr. Suess? Eh, irony? Ok. I'll stop) Anyway, I truly do love reading my friends. And when I read a very, very good book, there usually is a sequel. And trust me, when a sequel is going to be released, me, my family and my friends all know about it. This is basically how it works:
*sun rises, birds chirp cheerfully outside*
Me: Ahh, what a beautiful morning! Let me just skip to the toilet...OH DEAR! MY FABULOUS BOOK SEQUEL IS COMING OUT SENSES ARE TINGLING!
*runs to mother*
Me: Mooooom. So. There's this uh, thing, that, you know, I can't like, live without, uh-"
Mom: Go ask your father.
*runs to father, birds have mysteriously appeared inside the house and land on her shoulders*
Me: Daaaaaad. There's this er, thing, like, um, a special sort of thing, that uhh-"
*Bird poops on her shoulder*
Me: Hush my darling birdie
Dad: uh? What's going on??
Me: Father dearest, I've been awfully wonderful these past couple of weeks, and I think it is time I was awarded for my good behavior...
Dad: *snores
*at school*
Me: "...and that's what the first book was all about!!! Aren't you excited for the sequel???"
Friend #1: *snores
*Bird poops on my shoulder again*
And that's pretty much how it goes. Luckily, my parents are BEAUTIFUL, SMART, WONDERFUL PEOPLE, and they usually manage to take me to the bookstore the day the book comes out, which makes me a very happy little nerd :) And, since I'm sure you all are wondering, YES, I DO ACTUALLY HAVE FRIENDS. MOST OF THE TIME.
Well, now that THAT is out of the way...
I have some exxxciiiitingggg newwws!
Remember those essays I blogged about? Those incredibly boring, tedious essays that I have been required to do through my classes!? WELL I WON FIRST PLACE BABY!
The funny party? Out of all the essays I've written this year (And I've written quite alot) that particular essay that gave me 100 buckaroos, was probably my worst one. It was like 247 words (Which is about 3 paragraphs) and not my best work, if I'm honest. BUT GUESS WHAT HATERZ? MY 3 PARAGRAPHS ARE GOING TO THE DISTRICT COMPETITION!
So yes, I am very happy about that!!! 100 dollar check. I think I shall shed a tear or two.
There was some framed certificate giving and lots of picture taking that occurred during this Ceremony of Winning For Danielle Matter Suckers, and those pictures will be posted on the website of the people who hosted the contest, which is the Elks Lodge. When they're posted up, I will let everyone know!
So yes! This event has made a very big smiley face on MY face.
Also, Happy Birthday to 5 year old Anthony, my cousin!!
And hey, if you every happen to enter in a certain Elks Essay Contest when your older...I know who to call ;)
Night everybody! Time to go do a happy dance and celebrate by...reading. Man my life is exciting!
Love,
Danielle, THE WINNER AND NOT YOU. AND NO, YOU WILL NOT BE GETTING A PORTION OF MY OBVIOUSLY ENVIED CASH PRIZE THAT I MOST CERTAINLY WILL NOT BE SPENDING ON BOOKS. OK I LIE.
I have some very special, extra inclusive news! But first, something you all don't care about:
Books. Man, I love books. Short books, Fat books, Blue books, Red books! (Did anyone catch my lame reference to Dr. Suess? Eh, irony? Ok. I'll stop) Anyway, I truly do love reading my friends. And when I read a very, very good book, there usually is a sequel. And trust me, when a sequel is going to be released, me, my family and my friends all know about it. This is basically how it works:
*sun rises, birds chirp cheerfully outside*
Me: Ahh, what a beautiful morning! Let me just skip to the toilet...OH DEAR! MY FABULOUS BOOK SEQUEL IS COMING OUT SENSES ARE TINGLING!
*runs to mother*
Me: Mooooom. So. There's this uh, thing, that, you know, I can't like, live without, uh-"
Mom: Go ask your father.
*runs to father, birds have mysteriously appeared inside the house and land on her shoulders*
Me: Daaaaaad. There's this er, thing, like, um, a special sort of thing, that uhh-"
*Bird poops on her shoulder*
Me: Hush my darling birdie
Dad: uh? What's going on??
Me: Father dearest, I've been awfully wonderful these past couple of weeks, and I think it is time I was awarded for my good behavior...
Dad: *snores
*at school*
Me: "...and that's what the first book was all about!!! Aren't you excited for the sequel???"
Friend #1: *snores
*Bird poops on my shoulder again*
And that's pretty much how it goes. Luckily, my parents are BEAUTIFUL, SMART, WONDERFUL PEOPLE, and they usually manage to take me to the bookstore the day the book comes out, which makes me a very happy little nerd :) And, since I'm sure you all are wondering, YES, I DO ACTUALLY HAVE FRIENDS. MOST OF THE TIME.
Well, now that THAT is out of the way...
I have some exxxciiiitingggg newwws!
Remember those essays I blogged about? Those incredibly boring, tedious essays that I have been required to do through my classes!? WELL I WON FIRST PLACE BABY!
The funny party? Out of all the essays I've written this year (And I've written quite alot) that particular essay that gave me 100 buckaroos, was probably my worst one. It was like 247 words (Which is about 3 paragraphs) and not my best work, if I'm honest. BUT GUESS WHAT HATERZ? MY 3 PARAGRAPHS ARE GOING TO THE DISTRICT COMPETITION!
So yes, I am very happy about that!!! 100 dollar check. I think I shall shed a tear or two.
There was some framed certificate giving and lots of picture taking that occurred during this Ceremony of Winning For Danielle Matter Suckers, and those pictures will be posted on the website of the people who hosted the contest, which is the Elks Lodge. When they're posted up, I will let everyone know!
So yes! This event has made a very big smiley face on MY face.
Also, Happy Birthday to 5 year old Anthony, my cousin!!
And hey, if you every happen to enter in a certain Elks Essay Contest when your older...I know who to call ;)
Night everybody! Time to go do a happy dance and celebrate by...reading. Man my life is exciting!
Love,
Danielle, THE WINNER AND NOT YOU. AND NO, YOU WILL NOT BE GETTING A PORTION OF MY OBVIOUSLY ENVIED CASH PRIZE THAT I MOST CERTAINLY WILL NOT BE SPENDING ON BOOKS. OK I LIE.
Wednesday, February 23, 2011
DISEASE FOR SALE!
Oh man. I have been sick for a very, very long time now folks. I am so sick of being sick. I could be sick over being sick!
ahhhburll.
Sorry for not posting in a while...as I've mentioned a few times already, I have been quite sick these past two weeks and I can tell ya, it is very hard to be motivated when your lung falls out of your mouth. Thank God for duct tape!
In honor of my bug, I would just like to show some appreciation towards airplanes. Especially a certain airplane that traveled to a certain Boston a certain Super Bowl weekend. A certain airplane that carried a certain flu on a certain person. A certain sort of plane, that, really screwed my family. Thanks.
Also, I would like to thank houses. What is it about houses that make them like a incubator for certain flu's? It's like I could walk around in bubble wrap all week and I'd STILL catch whatever disease is being quarantined in your walls. Thank you as well.
And lastly, thank you to the wonderful person that created TV. You are my hero.
So question time: How much water do you typically drink in a day? One cup, two, three, four even?
Well guess what?
Because of my obnoxiously mysterious cough/old woman hack, I have to constantly, and I mean CONSTANTLY being drinking a fluidy type substance. Therefore, water is being shoved through my throat more times than my poor little bladder can handle. Basically this means: I drink more water than you. And go pee more often.
And I have people to back me up on that too!
Anyway, being sick sucks. Drinking more liquid than the Atlantic sucks. Coughing out a different organ every 30 minutes sucks.
But hey, on the bright side, once I'm done with this bug, it'll come for you.
I WIN.
In other new-oops
sorry bout that. Lost my liver.
again.
ahhhburll.
Sorry for not posting in a while...as I've mentioned a few times already, I have been quite sick these past two weeks and I can tell ya, it is very hard to be motivated when your lung falls out of your mouth. Thank God for duct tape!
In honor of my bug, I would just like to show some appreciation towards airplanes. Especially a certain airplane that traveled to a certain Boston a certain Super Bowl weekend. A certain airplane that carried a certain flu on a certain person. A certain sort of plane, that, really screwed my family. Thanks.
Also, I would like to thank houses. What is it about houses that make them like a incubator for certain flu's? It's like I could walk around in bubble wrap all week and I'd STILL catch whatever disease is being quarantined in your walls. Thank you as well.
And lastly, thank you to the wonderful person that created TV. You are my hero.
So question time: How much water do you typically drink in a day? One cup, two, three, four even?
Well guess what?
Because of my obnoxiously mysterious cough/old woman hack, I have to constantly, and I mean CONSTANTLY being drinking a fluidy type substance. Therefore, water is being shoved through my throat more times than my poor little bladder can handle. Basically this means: I drink more water than you. And go pee more often.
And I have people to back me up on that too!
Anyway, being sick sucks. Drinking more liquid than the Atlantic sucks. Coughing out a different organ every 30 minutes sucks.
But hey, on the bright side, once I'm done with this bug, it'll come for you.
I WIN.
In other new-oops
sorry bout that. Lost my liver.
again.
Monday, February 14, 2011
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