Newer than new.

Yup. This is my first ever blog on here. Cool, right? I have blogged before, don't get me wrong. It's not like I'm a first timer to the big blog world. I have a blog on myYearbook, for those smart people who know what that is. If you don't, don'tsweat it. It's like a myspace but not, considering I'm not allowed to have one of those. myYearbook: www.myyearbook.com Yeah, I wrote a lot of blogs on my account for that. BUT, I desided it was time to change. I only had like one person veiwing it, so I just figured this was cool, too.

Honestly, I don't usually have a topic for a blog. I ramble on and on about stuff that pops into my head. I like blogging better than, like, talking to people. I am pretty shy and my face gets blood red when I'm embarassed. Or if I feel weird talking to someone about something. Like a teacher. If I raise my hand to answer a question. Now, if I'm in the dark or the lights in the room are turned off, I don't blush. I feel comfortable in the dark. Ha, yes, that did sounf kind of weird. Especially since when I was little I was terrified of the dark. But that's only because one night my power went out and the fire in my fireplace went out and there was smoke every where. It scared the crap out of me. I was about 5 when that happened. Now it's been 8 years and I like the dark because I can see perfectly in it. It's not so scary now. Well, not unless I feel someone in the dark with me. That has happened before. I'm talking about like spirits and such things, just to clarify. I don't mean a human or person or whatever. Those I can deal with. Haha.

My dad has no idea what a blog is. Truthfully, I don't know either. But, I do at the same time. If that made any sence what-so-ever. But, yeah. A blog is where I can discuss anything I want. Any topic, any day of the week, any time I want =] It's like a virtual journal. Oh! I just found my definition! Sweetness. Now I'm so proud of myself. Well, I just want to clear things up, I am not a dumb person. I mean I'm not stupid; not that I can't speak. Well, that much would be obvious by now. I am in all accelerated classes; English I, French I, Algebra, Acc. Science, Acc. Social Studies, stuff like that. I'm only in 8th grade so I think that's pretty good. I have A's in all of my classes, I think. My teachers are okay. My French teacher constantly askes me questions because she knows I don't talk in any of my classes unless I feel like it. Hate that about her. That and she's old and mean. Uber strict. And ery, very ugly. She makes all these weird faces that I don't even want to go into detail about. They're the scariest things I have ever seen. I don't want you, dear reader, to wet yourself and have nightmares. You are welcome. Well, my brother is home, so I must go and get him and give him a hug (yeah, we're close and he's only 7, got a problem with that? Oh, no. That's okay, you don't need to report me to the authorities...). Well, au revoir!