Perfection

I feel like a real live blogger right now.  I’m sitting in a coffee shop in a small town looking out the window as people pass.  Basically, if Heaven were just like this, I’d be perfectly okay with that.  As I’m sitting here I’m wondering how it can feel so good to be away from home, but at the same time I know how good it feels to be home, too.  How can I feel so content in both places? 

This town is up in the 1000 Islands and it’s where my mom grew up.  I’ve been coming up here since before I was born and I plan on continuing to come up here until I die.  It’s the most perfect place in the world for so many reasons.  Not only could I just sit and look at the river for hours on end, but I can take a walk to some of the little boutiques or even to visit some family.  If I get lost, I don’t even have to worry because I could ask anyone on the street to help me out and not only would they tell me where to go and how to get there, there’s a good chance they would jump in their car and tell me to follow them.  That right there is what I love about being up here.  Everyone knows everyone and if they don’t, they get to know them.  People who live here call me a “city driver” even though I live in the suburbs.  They say it’s because I don’t go anywhere slowly…I’m always in a rush.  Things like that just show you the atmosphere here.  I try to slow down when I’m here now. 

There’s times when I feel more at home here than I do at my own home 3 hours away.  I’m hoping someday this will be my home.  Probably not until retirement, though.  I’ve still got a ways to go. 

I’ve always said I’d find my husband up here and I still believe it’s a great possibility.  Most of the guys up here fit most, if not all, of my requirements (gentleman, nice, good-looking, you know – the basics).  I can only dream…

People say I would hate living here year-round because it’s like a ghost town in the winter but I don’t think very many people truly understand how much I adore being up here.  I don’t care if it’s packed with people or empty.  

I realize that to all of you (which is nobody) I’ve just been boring you for probably about 3 and a half minutes with all this talk about a place I love and you don’t even know the name of it, but maybe there’s a place that you love too so you can relate to me.  I could go on for another 5 pages just talking about the little things that make it so amazing but I won’t. 

-I

Shorts

The new thing at my high school is having the teachers crack down on girls (mostly) for wearing shorts that are too short.  Now I guess the rule that the teachers are supposed to follow is if you see someone wearing shorts that are indeed too short, they must tell that person to go to the principal. 

Now this is all well and good because I personally don't particularly like seeing girls' buttcheeks hanging out of their shorts/skirts/dresses, but no one is really sure what the "legal length" is.  Some people think it's the fingertip rule but others think as long as it looks appropriate then it's fine. 

I personally think for skirts and dresses the fingertip rule should apply, but for shorts I think it's a different story.  Shorts that go down past your fingertips are bermuda shorts.  I look awful in bermuda shorts.  Most people look awful in bermuda shorts. 

This whole issue is all I've heard around school for the past few days.  I'm over it.  There's only like 3 teachers who actually care.  I (and most people) don't care either as long as I don't feel like im watching a porno in studyhall, ya know? 

Gotta love high school. </3

Siblings.

I don't think I'll ever understand my older sister.  Or any older sibling for that matter!  Why is it that their sole purpose to life on Earth is to push the younger sibling's (my) buttons?  It's really quite cruel if you ask me. 

I'm a very sensative person and my older sister's words and opinions really matter to me.  I would never think about donig something, on purpose, just to get her worked up.  Why must she do it to me? 

She's in her early twenties and she's STILL doing it!  To me it seems very immature and I think it'd really be good for her and me if she'd just start acting her age.

She's lost all the manners that she may or may not have once had and quite frankly, she's rude.

The worst part is is that my own mother doesn't understand it and she thinks I'm overreacting because she is the oldest of her siblings.

I would probably say "will someone please explain to me what high older siblings get off of making the younger siblings feel anything but happy?" but no one would see it because nobody looks at our blog. <3

Prom!

Following Lauren's last post, I suppose I should introduce myself.  I am part of the "nothing" group that Lauren was talking about.  It sounds a lot worse than it is, I promise!  I have always been a part of this group, am still a part of this group, and always will be a part of it somewhere inside :)

I am Ivy, by the way.

In our clicky school, there are the populars, the partiers, the jocks, the jerks, the nerds, and the eccentrics.  Then there's me and my lunch table.  They are the truest friends i could've ever hoped for.  They would do anything for me (and I them) and would never stab me in the back like some of the other horror stories I hear from accross the lunch room.

We aren't huge jocks, we don't go to parties, and we aren't exactly nerds.  We have slightly above average grades, the majority of us dance as a "sport", and we'd much rather hang out and play games or go to starbucks than go get wasted like most people our age these days.

We were more than happy to accept Lauren into our group because not only did we love her but I think we all respected the courage she had to break away from the bitch possy.  She is now one of us.  A nothing.  And I think she's the happiest she's ever been :)

Now I don't want this to seem like I'm conceited and think our group is better than any of the other groups, because we're not.  And I also don't want you to think that our friends are our ONLY friends!  We all have friends outside our lunch table and even outside of our school. 
I think that pretty much sums up the basics!
-I

hello all!!

So we have all been there...high school. Yeah I know you are sick of the ohh poor me I have no self eestem girl with no friends alone at the lunch table...well don't worry this isn't one of those stories. I, Lauren and my best friend  Ivy will bring you high school tales, our troubles with boys, girls ,parents and the world so hang in there.

High school tale number one! So here is my background of high school.
I go to a small school with a bunch of school pride and yes a lot of clicks. Ohh but wait im not the lonely girl, im in the super click. My friends were the mean girls in the movie "mean girls," and I was apart of it. Theses were my best friends I was friends with them since I was young. But as we got older our roles became clear. My best friend billy wa our leader and I was the funny side kick, oiur other friend clara was Billy's best friend...which leaves me on the out most of the time. but I was happy I was popluar...I was happy untill my junior year. The summer before my junior year was eventful to say the least. I grew up a lot and  i grew yup fast fater than I wanted. Looking back I would take everything back. I can't go in to details but just know my life has changed because of it. but I picked my self up and moved on with a smile. I knew after that summer that my friends wanted to go down a different path than I, It took me untill March to realize that I would be happier with out them. so one day I left the lunch table. OH MY GOSH SHE DIDN'T. yepp i left the lunch table. in high school that is like slapping a girl in the face. that was that i couldnt go back. you may not understand, but i left my world behind. i went from being popluar to nothing. but its not a sob story! so here is the rest in a nut shell because i am getting bored of this story too.  I made friends Iwas nice I played sports so I had those friends...but i discovered something new. my school hated my old friends as much as I now did. soo things happens, girls left the friends they were tired of, who were mean to them. it was like a friend revolution and it was great. but dont get your hope ups...it was really nothing big. but i discovered who I am and what I wanted in life.

 Soooo now here is the deal i have many friends( yayyy goo mee) im going to one of the best colleges  in the state, and my best friend  and Ivy have a lot to talk about soo get ready. AND NO WE DON'T HAVE BOYFRIENDS :(

Talking

I need somone to clarify this new term in the relationship world: Talking.  For those of you who don't know, this is the new way to say that you're into someone in the high school world.

For example, "Hey Barbie! Are you and Ken together?" "No, we're just talking." OR "Did you hear? Barbie and Ken are TALKING!"

This use of the word is not only idiotic, in the sense that everyone talks to everyone unless they are incapable of doing so, but it's also contagious! Everyone is using it.  How am I supposed to know when they mean they're talking to someone in the relationship sense or if they're literally just talking to them like im talking to you right now?!

That is the question of the year, folks. <3
-I