Sunday, May 16, 2010


Ok, so you know those magazines called like Tiger-Beat or Bop or J14 or whatever? Those ones that tween girls pour over for hours, gobbling up every last useless tidbit of information about Miley Cyrus or Taylor Lautner? Girls all over the place are reading those magazines, acting like all the Disney Channel "stars" are their own personal friends. Why does it matter if Joe Jonas likes girls who wear heels, or that Miranda Cosgrove is "looking for love?" That's exactly the type of stuff splashed across the pages of these sad but worshipped teen magazines...
But, I have a confession to make. For a long, long, long time, I was one of those girls. I spent my allowance on those magazines all the time, hungry for celeb gossip that probably wasn't even true or relevant. I had the posters, I even wrote...(cringe in embarrassment)... fan mail. What a shame!
The biggest shame, however, is the girls out there who act their lives revolve around the celebirties, the ones who's bedroom walls are plastered with the faces of people they don't even know! As one obsessed fan said in one of these magazines, "Kevin Jonas means the world to me! His smile is always brightens my day!" Honestly, you've never met the dude! How can he brighten your day or mean the world to you if you don't even know him? This is insanity...

Saturday, May 8, 2010


Here's something you probably didn't know about me: I'm not very good at making friends; girlfriends, in particular. Here's why...
I had this friend. She was new at school, and I was the one who welcomed her to my lunch table and hung out with her after school. I even marched down to the student guidance office and changed my class schedule, just to have more classes with her. Before I knew it, she was my best friend in the entire world. We practically lived at each other's houses, we went to every football game together, I listened to her complain about her boyfriend and she even celebrated Thanksgiving and Christmas with my family. The only thing was, I was so caught up in being her friend that I never made any more. It was all her, all the time, like I was living in a bubble that blinded me from the rest of the world. I was in friendship-dreamland, and one day last March, I received a rude awakening.
She had been ignoring me, hanging out with other friends, pretending I wasn't even there. I was getting annoyed, but I stuck around, because I had no where else to go. Then she texted me, and this is where it all began: she told me to leave her alone, that she had other, cooler friends to be with, that I was annoying she needed time away from me. I told her I was hurt, and that true friends don't need to "take a break" from each other. She begged to differ. We fought for about a week, and just like that, our friendship was over. Done. She had her "cool" friends, but I had no one. I sat alone at lunch, walked the halls with out looking anyone in the eye. It was a living hell, not having any friends.
I guess that's the reason why it's since been to hard to make friends. I'm afraid to trust anyone that much anymore... afraid that they'll let me down, ditch me, and leave me, alone, again.
So now, about year later, I've finally made some new friends. A group of girls who gossip, take pictures, and laugh hysterically. For the first time in a LONG time, i feel like I belong.

Thursday, May 6, 2010

The Family Everyone Wishes They Had

I have that family. the one you see on TV, basically - a mom and a dad, happily married, a little brother and sister who play around like little siblings should. It's ideal! But, that isn't actually the family I'm talking about.
I'm talking about my extended family (and when I say extended i mean it - there are 19 cousins, one more on the way, and that's just the kids!). I love them more than anything in the world. We all grew up before each other's eyes. Lauren growing up to be a gorgeous love child with a passion for indie tunes, Will becoming a tall, athletic heart-breaker of sorts, even my little bro, one of the youngest, who has become a mini tae kwon do master. The thing is, though, we all click. We fit together like puzzle pieces, complimenting each other's personalities and laughing at each other's jokes. Being with everyone makes you feel like you belong somewhere, and you alway will.

Monday, May 3, 2010

How Could This Happen?

I am freaking out.

So here I am in the midst of so much goodness : my friend and I are planning a very awesome get-together for our friends before the formal, I'm making good progress on the novel I'm trying to write (more on that later), etc. But then, I decide to check my grades.
Look, I've always been a good student. I've never gotten any grade lower than a B, ever, and I've managed to keep straight A's all year. So imagine my surprise when I look and see that in math I have (it pains me to type this) a D and in English (cringe!), a D. Yes. English is my best subject. I read and write like a madwoman. WHY ON EARTH DO I HAVE A D?! And math... I've haven't been doing so hot ever since we started algebra. It doesn't make sense. I take notes in class, I understand the homework, and i FEEL like I'm doing quite well. Then, out of the blue, I get my test handed back and the grade sucks. I don't want to tell my parents because they'll freak. My mom will try to find a solution, like getting me a tutor or whatever. Been there, done that. My dad will lecture me and make me feel like the lowly scum of the world. This isn't me. I don't fail. I don't fail anything academic. I can't believe this is happening... I need to bring my grades up, ASAP. It shouldn't be hard. That's what I keep telling myself, at least.

Sunday, May 2, 2010

Almost Summer

Ok, there are officially 5 (or is it 4? I can't remember...) weeks left of school. Which also means i have 4 or 5 weeks left of me being in middle school. Which means in just 4 or 5 weeks, I will transform from a middle schooler to a *high schooler* - a crucial transformation, in my book. Being in 8th grade means being a dorky little kid, but then when you become a 9th grader, you are suddenly cool and sophisticated and worldly. Ooh. But before I'm off to high school, there's summer. Ah, summer. A time for relaxation, friends, reinvention. Reinvention? Yes, reinvention. Shopping for a new wardrobe, cutting your hair short, maybe even finding a summer romance. On the subject of summer flings though, they're pretty stupid. A few summers ago, I spent time at a rental house in the mountains. There was this guy who lived next door, his name was Coleman. He was 2 years older than me, and he annoyed the heck out of me. I hated his guts! He would stand under my window and call up to me, "Are you there? Come down, let's hang out!" I would either ignore him, or tell him to go away. On our last day in North Carolina, my friends and I played baseball in the yard with him, and I realized how much i actually liked him. By now, it was too late, because we were leaving the next day. We went home, getting farther and farther away from Coleman with everyone mile we drove. I cried. How pathetic of me. The moral of the story is, try to steer clear of summer love, because in the end, you'll just get a broken heart. :(

Thursday, April 29, 2010

Love Games

I got home from Busch Gardens last night, and I must say, the trip was a success. I love roller coasters, as I mentioned before, but mainly, the trip was more of a social occasion. It was all about the couples and who-liked-who. Before I go into detail, here's something I've been considering - names in my blog. I don't think i should mention people's real names, because that could be harmful to me (if I wrote something bad about them and they read this and came after me with blazing pitchforks) or them (if I wrote something embarrassing about them and everyone in the school read it and then that person would be humiliated). So, fake names it is! Anyway, my friends Morgan and Tanner started going out a month ago and they are like 100% in love and addicted to each other, so it seems. Also, my other friends Nicole and Oliver also started dating a while ago, and then there's me and my boyfriend, whose fake name shall be Greg. So Greg, Oliver and Tanner made a bet to see who could kiss their girlfriends the most durning the whole trip. Us gals eventually found out about this bet, and we formed our own secret pact. We felt like the guys were using us to win the bet, so we decided to lead them on big time, but NOT let them kiss us. It turned into a crazy game, and we were totally torturing the guys. By the end of the trip, they were like begging us to kiss them, partly because they're hormonal teenage guys and partly because they wanted to win the bet. In the end, no one won the bet and now Morgan, Nicole and I are totally and completely in control of our relationships. We can get the guys to do anything we want them to do, just by refusing to kiss them... it's quite funny! So that's what happens when you put a bunch of crazy hormonal teenagers in an amusement park for a day. ;)

Sunday, April 25, 2010


I really hate days like today. Days when there's no specific thing wrong, but you still have this icky sinking feeling in the pit of your stomach. Actually, I suppose there are a few things wrong, but they're not totally legit.
1) I didn't try out for high school dance line, and now I'm kinda wishing i had. I mean, the more I think about it, the better it seems. I don't know how it is, being a part of dance line, but it seems like fun, getting to wear the sparkly outfits and dancing on the field during half time... They also get to go to London. Yes, you read that correctly, they get to go to London! Wow. The only way I could possibly maybe get on is if I had my mom call Mrs. Parker, a friend of her's who's in charge of all the band/dance line/color guard stuff, and had her ask if it's too late. Which it probably is...
2) I bought this dress for the 8th grade formal. It's not the best dress ever, but it was still pretty cute. So I brought it home and tried it on for me mom, and she was all, "TOO SHORT! TOO MATURE FOR YOU!" It was bye-bye dress. I went to take it back to Forever 21 and exchange it, but the cashier tells me that, because i bought it on sale, i couldn't get any refund at all! So now i have this dress that I'm not allowed to wear, as well as $20 of my own money down the toilet. AND, I looked all day for new dress, but no such luck. Grr.

Saturday, April 24, 2010


I'm trying to think if I have anything remotely interesting to post today... not really. Ha, ok here's one actually. My new friend from school is moving in right next door to me! :D This is pretty exciting, because she and I have a lot in common (interest is fashion, dance, art, being no good at math, the color purple, etc.) and I think this could be a very good way for us to become better friends. Hoorah! Also, today I'm going shopping with some people for dresses. For what, you may ask? The 8th grade formal of course! It's like prom, but not as fancy, expensive or coming-of-ageish. I'm rather excited, if I do say so myself. Getting all dressed up is one of my favorite things. Hmm, what else... Next Wednesday, my entire grade is hopping on coach buses and going to Bucsh Gardens! (aka, an amusement park full of roller coasters and adrenaline and awesomeness!) Boy am I ecstatic. There's this one ride, Sheikra, that dangles you for 5 seconds at a complete 90 degree angle, then drops you! It's a total death trap, I love it. Last time I rode it, I had my eyes closed the whole time, so I didn't experience the whole effect. But this time, it's eyes open all the way baby!

Thursday, April 22, 2010

Romeo, Romeo... Where For Art Thou Romeo?!

Oh my, it has been a short eternity since I've posted anything! Ok, so here's the latest :
Romeo and Juliet ~ A Modern Tale. aka, a modern day version of the Shakespear classic; written by me and my friend. We had this big plan. We wrote this amazing script, got 5 million scripts printed for the cast, handed them out and started a frenzy. All of our buddies at school are excited. WE are excited. There are only a few little bitty flaws in this plan, and they are kinda, well, BIG. The first is that we have no set-in-stone place to rehearse and perform. The ideal place would be in our Multi-Purpose Room, which has a stage. We just haven't asked our principal is we can use it yet, and this might be an issue as well. My mom says the story (it being a LOVE story and all) might be a wee but much for school, but i disagree! So theres one kiss at the end, big whoop! People kiss, in middle school and out, so its NO. BIG. DEAL. I just hope my principal approves it and lets us use the MPR. The second issue is time, something we are quickly running out of. We now have 6 weeks and counting to stage this show, which is almost virtually impossible! I'm verrrrrry stressed right now.

Sunday, April 18, 2010

Boys Are Stupid...

Why are all my guy friends so completely obsessed with xbox? I find this so stupid. They all crowd around the television and rant about their virtual guns while killing virtual people the virtual guns. Have you ever heard anything more depressing? And don't even try to talk to them while they're playing, because you won't get much of a response.

Me - Hey, do you guys wanna do something?
Guy - I can't believe you just shot me man! You jew!*
Me - Hello?
Guy - DUDE! Did you see that sweet kill shot?
Me - Does anyone care that I'm RIGHT HERE? Am I invisible now?
Guy - Shut up, we're trying to play!
You get the picture.

*For some reason, all the guys at my school call each other "jew" when they're pissed at each other. It's completely stupid and kinda mean in my opinion. I asked friend, "What's wrong with Jewish people???" and he says, "Nothing. It's just what you say." Ugh!

Hence the title of this post, BOYS. ARE. STUPID. Simple as that. If they're so stupid, though, why do so many of us girls spend our whole lives freaking out over them?

Saturday, April 17, 2010

Full of Fantasies

I am very full. I would like to say that I am full of good food, but eh, I'm not. We had to go to this absolutely disgusting restaurant for lunch today, as a part of a memorial service for my grandpa's brother. It was this drafty, empty place, the walls bursting with photographs of people holding big fish, as well as big fake fish, complete with a mantel adorned with mini lighthouses. Ick, if the decor was tacky, the food was worse. My sister ordered this thing - I have no clue as to what it was - which was basically a few pieces of bacon drownding in thick, liquid cheese glop. It was enough to make me sick to my stomach.
On another note, tonight is PROM NIGHT for my future high school. In my imagination, prom is a beautiful thing. All of my prom-ish fantasies are the same - I float down my spiral staircase, wearing a long, gauzy dress or a short, sleek one, my hair coifed in a perfect up-do. Sparkly jewels dot my ears and neck, and my makeup is ever so elegant. At the bottom of the stairs, my parents wait for me, my mom pointing her digital camera, my dad with a tear in his eye, and my grandma of course, "oohing!" and "ahhing!" But most importantly, my date... He's dressed in a sharp tux, his hair slicked perfectly in place, and his smile wide. We pose for a few pictures and then head off to he prom in a limo, his hand in mine as we stop to pick up our closest friends. It's the perfect evening.
In real life, real proms probably aren't as glamourous or surreal. I'm sure they're nice, but nothing's perfect.

Friday, April 16, 2010

Instead of Working on my Assignment...

Greetings from computer lab 606! I probably should be working on my research paper right now, but I'm not exactly in the reasearching-mindset. The sub teacher is sitting DIRECTLY behind me as I write, but he's old and pretty much oblivious to everything going on in this room, so I think I'm safe. Also with me is one of very best friends, and she's giving me chocolate! Mmm...
So tonight is this thing called Relay For Life, aka, hundreds of people and tents and music and food all gatheredon a track to raise money for Cancer research amd patients. It's a fabulous cause, but even more so, it's a ton of fun. I've participated in this event sice I was like 5 years old,so I guess i can say I'm a true Relay alumni. Ha. Not only that, but basically the whole teenage population of my little town shows up, making it a perfect opportunity for catching up with old pals AND flirting with new guys... hehe. But not this year of course, because I do have a boyfriend now. ;)
Well, I 'spose I should get back to work. Ta ta for now readers! (SOMEONE is reading this, right?)

Thursday, April 15, 2010

Friends Make The World Go Round

How true that is... I spend this afternoon with a big group of friends. At my school, theres a bunch of different "groups," and each group has it's specific members. There's the so called 'popular group' and the so called 'loser groups' and so on. My little clique... I'm not sure if we fit into a specific catagory. I mean, we're made up of so many different kinds of people. There's me, the artsy one,and there's a few hard-core musicians, a wrestler, a dancer, a volleyball player, a water skiier, a runner, a b-baller, etc. the thing is, i think most of us are just genuinely nice people. Which is good.
Well, today we all walked to Dunkin Donuts (aka "Double D"),sat by the road and ate our donuts in happiness. I know it doesn't really seem like that much excitment, but being together, we always find a way to have fun. Some of the guys can be somewhat, um, perverted, but we're all accustomed to it. Some of us are down right hilarious, always having a funny story to tell. And, of course, everything is more fun when you've got a few guitars and a harmonica laying around to spice things up. :)

Wednesday, April 14, 2010

What We Can Learn From Jason Mraz

"It takes no time to fall in love... but it takes you years to know what love is."
- Jason Mraz, Life is Wonderful (which is a pretty cool song, check it out!)

That quote from that song has got me thinking. What IS love, and when, exactly, do you know what it is?
One thing's for sure : I've fallen in and out of love (or so I thought) more than once, and pretty quickly too. It's simple - you see some guy, (or girl, depending on who's reading this...)your heat starts beating super fast, and you can't tear your eyes away. For the next few days, weeks, or even months, you watch them from afar, longing that they would look your way. But, when they finally start liking you too, you meet someone else! BAM! Maybe the cycle starts all over again. Maybe someone breaks your heart. Maybe you realize that you don't even love the person you thought you loved. It's enough to make someone crazy!
I think this is what Jason was talking about. People are prone to falling head-over-heels instantly, but that's not love. With love-the real deal, the whole enchilada- you have to give it time to grow, and you have to give yourself time to learn what it is. It can't be taught to you.
Well, i guess that's it for my whole mooshy love speech... ha, I just wanted to elaborate on that quote and stuff. Whatever. xoxo till next time!

Tuesday, April 13, 2010

Me, a blogger? Sure!

Hello internet world!

So, this is my very first entry in my very first blog. Ever. I guess most people start blogs with topics, like a food blog or a travel blog or whatever. But this one is a little bit different. I just want to write about life as a teenager. Everything I write will be real and true. Of course, I have no idea who is reading this, or, if anyone is reading this for that matter. But who cares? Maybe there's someone out there who's interested...
Anywho, i chose the name "Mostly Utterly Fabulous" because that's exactly what I am. In my mind, I'm, well, fabulous. In my mind, I have tons of friends and I'm amazingly smart and everything goes my way. BUT, reality doesn't quite agree with those fantasies of mine. I do have a few close friends, sure, but no, I'm not the queen of the 8th grade. Yeah, you could say I'm a smart girl, but of course i struggle with algebra and getting classwork in on time, blah blah blah. And by NO MEANS does everything go my way. Uh uh.
So you could say I'm your average teen. But perhaps, if you stick around, you'll see that I CAN be, well, fabulous.