And That's Where Babies Come From...

Yup. Health class is extremely awkward this week! But really, I've just wanted to put that up since I started this blog.

So anyways, let's make a list of what's happened since last week:

1. Bree and C.C. have officially deemed me, "The Middle". (More on that later, when I'm bored.)
2. I think I might like someone....
3. C.C. likes my worst enemy. Lovely.
4. I've got a stalker. And I think I'm the object of his unwanted affections.
5. My spanish teacher hates me, which is always fun.
6. Peaches disappeared...
7. Rick and Joy have started showing up again. (MAN, can that girl scream.)
8. And I've begun writing stories again. The sappy kind. If I get brave enough, maybe I'll let you guys see them one day...

And I have one more thing to say; does anyone even read this blog? (Besides you, Dr. Roberts.) Eh. I mean, I'm fine with it being just a small blemish in the face of Blogger, (comment for the deep metaphor, anyone?) but I'd love to know... Let me know if you do, please.

Peace, Love, and Chicken Patties,
Lily S.

I Know, I Know

Me, being the terrible procrastinator I am, forgot about this blog completely. But, now I'm here.

The first day of school was a little frightening. Remember Niq? Yeah, now she's a total *****. (Fill in the blanks.) She's been ignoring me for her newer, "cooler" friends. So what did I do?

Write sappy, god-awful poetry.

I'm so pathetic. Anyways, I made two friends; C.C. and Bree. So, I guess some good came out of today.

And yes. They are extremely nuts. But, I love them anyways.

Well, aside from that, things have been pretty quiet. Rick and his daughter haven't shown up in a long time, Alex and Andrea has also gone back to school, and my weekly sessions with Dr. Roberts are back!

And since Dr. Roberts said I only had to write here once a week (thank you school!)...

See you next week!

Love, Peace, and French Fries,
Lily S.

Oh, Joy

That's right. The first cleverly named post in a long time. Savor it. It's the last thing you're going to get for a while.


So, anyways, about Mystic Seaport, was... Interesting, to say the least. I didn't die, so YAY! But, anyways, we went to the beach.

And mom had a new "friend". I know what you're thinking, nonexistant reader, "What friend?"
Well, Mommy decided to do a little socializing a few weeks ago, and we got a new travelling buddy. His name was Rick and he was... interesting, to say the least.

He's a techie nerd. And he had to bring along his daughter, Joy. Let me tell you, I had no idea a girl could reach a triple high C by squealing. I don't like either of them.

And now I just want Rick and Joy to leave my mom alone.

Love, Peace, and Lemon Drops,
Lily S.

Magical Sand?!

Guess what, my wonderful readers! I'm going to Mystic Seaport for the long weekend. I know, I know. Right now half of you are thinking:

"Wow! I wanna come!"

And the other half are thinking:

"What? But don't you have school the day after Labor Day?"

Yes. I do. But, my life is just screwed up like that. But, seriously. I don't really get it. What's so mystical and magical about a bunch of boats and a beach? (NO INNUENDOS!) Oh, dear god, not another Mermaid lecture! Please! For the last, time people; Mermaids are horrifyingly ugly creatures that try to kill you, like in Harry Potter. Okay? ....Wow, I'm really off topic here. Time for a shiny, new paragraph to distract you!

So, anyways, I won't be on the computer for the whole weekend, so in case you guys want to do anything while I'm gone... *cough* Comment! *cough* Feel free to go crazy! See you on Monday!

Love, Peace, and Chocolate,
Lily S.

P.S. Yes, indeed. I am crazy, thank you for asking!

Change

Change is supposed to be good. It's supposed to make everything better. Now, I don't know about you guys, but I think Change sucks.

Change is the reason that my parents got seperated in the first place! I hate Change. Change is the reason that Niq hasn't spoken to me since last Saturday. Change is the reason for everything bad in the world.

Change is the reason this post is so short.

Peace, Love, and Lobster,
Lily S.

P.S. To any people out there named Change; SORRY!

Alex & Andrea

Now, if there's one thing my new friends, Andrea & Alex, have thought me, it's this; life sucks, but you've got to deal with that. Now, I don't know about you guys, but that sounds like good advice to me.

I ran it by Dr. Roberts. He said it's an interesting theory, but how do I feel about it. I feel that, unless Dr. Roberts' has something productive to say, he should just shut up. No offense. (Thank god he doesn't read this.)

My dad showed up on Friday. Coincidentally, my mom and my grandma left right before her came. Surprise, surprise. I mean, honestly, can't they tolerate each other for one week? Andrea says it's cause, "They just aren't compatible. It's like trying to combine fire and ice; it can't be done." Is it just me, or is a 13-year-old more insightful than the 40-year-old my mom's paying to listen to me?

My life is strange...

Peace, Love, and Hot Dogs,
Lily S.

Niq

Niq is my best friend. She has been for as long as I can remember; even longer than Chessy has. Niq and I don't always see eye to eye, I'll give you that; but she was always there for me. She was there for me when I had my first crush and the first time I failed a test; she was there for me when my parents split up. You could say we're like sisters. (Closer than Niq is with her own sister.)

But, of course, like everything else in my life, our friendship just got screwed up. We're fighting over something really stupid.

Alex, the guy who lives next door, came over to my house one day, just to rub it in my face that he had cookies. Now, I don't know about you, reader, but I can't live without my cookies. So he told me that if I answered a question right, I'd get a cookie. He asked me who I'd save from drowning; him or Niq. I was so entranced by the cookie, I said I'd save him. And Niq, who was sitting on my sofa, (Like everyday.) went completely crazy with yelling at me, saying that I was an idiot for thinking that a cookie meant more than our friendship. Than, she yelled at my cat and walked out.

Now, I know what you're thinking, reader.

"That's really stupid. Stop hanging out with her. You could do better."

I know, I know. But she's my best friend. *sniff*

"But, she's only been your friend for a year. Why are you so upset?"

Because, dear reader, Niq has something special called superpowers. She can convice anyone in the world about anything. For example:

And what does this prove? That I suck at drawing with Microsoft Paint! :D

But, really guys. I don't just use her for her powers. She's my best friend and I love her to bits. I just wish she wasn't so hotheaded all the time.

Peace, Love, and Watermelons,

Lily S.

Michigan Is WARM!

Guess what, Internet! I'm in Michigan! Yup. Grandma, Grandpa, Mom and li'l old me are in a lakeside cabin right now. I finally got to use that internet card that Dad got me. So far, I saw a chick with pink and purple hair, (Mom called her a hooligan!) a dead squirrel, and a deformed Skittle! And the best part? There're twins in the cabin next door. They're the same age as me, which is awesome! Anyways, mom's yelling at me to get down there, so I gots to go!

Peace, Love, and Hamburgers,
Lily S.

Why You Never See Dr. Roberts Mentioned....

That guy is surprisingly busy! He takes two months off every year to go on vacation. I guess he'd need it since he works with crazies. I mean, I can call him on the phone but Dr. Roberts said only to call him if:

A) I'm dying.
B) I'm having a nervous breakdown.
C) I kill someone.
D) I try/am trying to kill someone.
E) I try/am trying to kill him.
G)I start drinking.
H) I get married.

Yup. Pretty basic list right there. Personally, I think the guy's taking a bit too many precautions. Dr. Roberts is right. I should tell him if I try to kill him.

Peace, Love, and Therapists,
Lily S.

Peaches

My mother won't let me get a dog. She says she hates the fur and the messes. Apparently, they make her mess-radar go haywire.

My mother goes to work at 11 AM in the morning and comes back at 7 PM. When she leaves, my job is to scare the groundhog away from our peach tree. But, sometimes, our neighbor's dog beats me to the punch.

Almost everytime I come outside, she jumps over the fence and runs over to my yard, barking at the groundhog. I pet her, give her treat and lead her back to her yard.

I suppose I should tell my neighbors that their dog can easily escape, but I don't know them that well. I only see a scary looking guy drive away every day and come back at night. He gives his dog two bowls of food and two bowls of water every day. He seems like he has a secret. So I fugire, why can the dog and I have one?

So every day she come flying into the yard, barking. And sometimes, if it's early enough, I bring her into the house and play with her a little bit. I think she thinks I'm her second owner.

I liked the thought of having my own secret dog so, I gave her a name. I named her Peaches.

Peace, Love, and Peaches
Lily S.

Normal

I don't have a lot of friends. Dr. Roberts says that it's cause I'm afraid to trust people, because of the Separation. Well, that's a bunch of crap. I was an outcast long before my parents decided to go ballistic.

Actually, I kind of think Dr. Roberts has a point. My parents have never been, well normal, to put it lightly. They never shared a bedroom, my dad was almost never around when I was a kid, and... they're just plain odd.They clash almost everytime they saw each other, even before the Separation. But, to be honest, I'm not even sure what normal is...

Peace, Love, and Drabbles,
Lily S.

Niq Scares Me Sometimes

Hello, nonexistant reader!

So, my parents are separated. No, not divorced. S-E-P-A-R-A-T-E-D. My dad lives all the way in Texas, and almost NEVER comes to visit. But Labor Day weekend, he's taking me to Boston. So NR, what do you think the chances are of us actually going? Did you guess slim to none? That's right! I mean, don't get me wrong. He's my dad and all, but he's just not reliable when it comes to these things.

Anyways, my friend, (I think?) Niq called today. Now, before school ended, I told Niq that I was going to Egypt. She started ranting that I'd end up robbing a tomb and taking all the treasure for myself. (To be honest, it sounded too dangerous for me.) So, considering she hadn't heard from me since then, you'd think she would be relieved to know i was alive, but she couldn't have cared less. All she did was gush about how Austin Summers smiled at her when he was mowing her lawn.

Austin Summers is a guy who's one year older than us, and to put it plainly, he's a nice guy. He smiles at everybody! I'm not sure what Niq's freaking out about. I think she might have a crush on him. (Which I do not understand. Between you and me, RN, Austin isn't very cute.)

Honestly, when Niq and I became friends last year, I thought we were in a silent agreement that we wouldn't go all goo-goo over guys! She's on something, I just know it.

Peace, Love, and Cotton Candy,
Lily S.

Mission Statement

My name is Lily S, musician, writer, and comma abuser. That's all I'll be, and all I'll ever be. I live on the east coast, and that's all I can tell you.

Let's get one thing straight. This was NOT planned. I'm a writer and I'm so scatterbrained, I can't stick to one story for more than a week. Anyways, one day, I heard my friends talking about how if we recorded our life, we'd have a great reality show. So I figured, why not test that theory? (Althought technically, this isn't TV.) Besides, Dr. Roberts said I needed a creative outlet.

My name is Lily S, and I'm going to tell you about the screwed up, complicated live of a student at Green Bay Middle School. I hope you don't hate it.

Love Peace and Tacos,
Lily S.

DISCLAIMER: I just need to tell you, all names and such are made up, and any coincidences in names and events are completly by accident. But the events are 100% real... Or as real as I think it should be.