tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20240144104487414772024-03-08T00:09:28.301-08:00Catherine's LifeCatherinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00223356569259801576noreply@blogger.comBlogger31125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2024014410448741477.post-78555407665492602652009-11-19T13:18:00.000-08:002009-11-19T13:30:10.859-08:0011-19-09<span style="font-size:78%;">I guess its been a while since I have last written because a lot has <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">happened</span>.</span><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">So remember that friend I was fighting with, the one I said I would never forgive,</span><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">Well. . . We are friends again. It was just different not having this person around.</span><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">It always hurt. I would never have been able to move on.</span><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">We had been friends for 10 years. I can't just forget that.</span><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">This person is my best friend. We let things go on for two months to long.</span>Catherinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00223356569259801576noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2024014410448741477.post-47418568979582060012009-09-08T16:53:00.000-07:002009-09-08T16:58:59.748-07:00First day of school. = Drama.<span style="font-size:78%;">So the first day of school was good. =] </span><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">I have study hall every morning then</span><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">went to Theatre arts. My teacher was . . . Out there.</span><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">And Then had english. I had someone in my class that I hate!</span><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">Then went to Alg. I had another girl in my class that I hate. </span><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">The girl in my Alg. class has been spreading stuff about me</span><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">because I like the same guy she does. Ugh.</span><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">If she keeps saying things I can promice you I will get </span><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">suspended for getting in a fight with her by the end</span><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">of next week. Im so over all of this stuff.</span><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">My brother started middle school today.</span><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">And in the afternoon he couldnt find the bus.</span><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">(Middle and HIgh schoolers ride the same bus) </span><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">And I was on the phone with my mom telling her about it</span><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">and this girl in front of me turns around and gives me this </span><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">look I was so mad I was about to hit her I was just like</span><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">"What" haha . . . Guess you had to be there but it was </span><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">pretty funny. </span>Catherinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00223356569259801576noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2024014410448741477.post-38402580685077514972009-09-03T16:01:00.000-07:002009-09-03T16:06:52.311-07:009-3-09<span style="font-size:78%;">Everyone around me seems to think that I am on a downward sprial.</span><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">Im really not, and I dont know who put that idea in their head.</span><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">And everyone thinks that I keep flirting with this 24 year old guy.</span><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">Wrong. The only thing we have ever spoken to each other was </span><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">when he hit on me, and I was just like omg. </span><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">He is hot but I mean he is 24. Hello! </span><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">I love how everyone thinks that my business is theirs.</span><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">It makes me SOOO mad. </span>Catherinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00223356569259801576noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2024014410448741477.post-12595226796213071752009-09-01T14:42:00.001-07:002009-09-01T14:55:22.559-07:009-01-09<span style="font-size:78%;">Its been a pretty rough month.</span><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">I'm no longer friends with Merrideth.</span><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">For good this time, we have not spoken to </span><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">each other in about two weeks and three days.</span><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">I found out my mom has Multiple Sclerosis.</span><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">She has had it for years and never told me, </span><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">I found out from my new best friend. </span><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">My mom told her mom.</span><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">And I eventually found out about it.</span><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">My mom doesn't know that I know, </span><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">And I'm thinking I want to keep it that way.</span><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">A lot more has happend but I don't want to get into it.</span><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">Right now I'm just sitting in my room listening to the </span><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">"Songs to save your life" play list on my Ipod.</span><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">I understand why my mom didn't tell me about </span><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">it, but she is always telling me to tell her things,</span><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">but if she planned on breaking down the wall between us,</span><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">she shouldn't have built it. </span><br /><span style="font-size:78%;"></span>Catherinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00223356569259801576noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2024014410448741477.post-79385417918603098102009-08-03T00:06:00.000-07:002009-08-03T00:10:41.121-07:008-3-09<span style="font-size:78%;">So, Im not exactly sure what to believe in anymore.</span><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">I got into a fight with my best friend about a week ago,</span><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">we made up but its still really weird.</span><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">Its weird because when we had the fight</span><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">she said some things that I thought was done with.</span><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">I guess the truth was that she never really let them go.</span><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">And now Im not sure If I can trust her enough to tell her</span><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">things like I used to. And thats not okay. </span><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">I wish It could be like it used to be, </span><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">but I dont think it ever will be. </span><br /><span style="font-size:78%;"></span>Catherinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00223356569259801576noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2024014410448741477.post-26999505081792776282009-07-29T00:28:00.000-07:002009-07-29T00:31:16.970-07:007-29-09<span style="font-size:78%;">I miss being a little kid. </span><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">When everything was easy, you know? </span>Catherinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00223356569259801576noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2024014410448741477.post-83680194087802640582009-07-01T11:29:00.000-07:002009-07-01T11:35:02.229-07:00<span style="font-size:78%;">I officially start my traveling tomorrow! </span><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">I am so excited. We are leaving tomorrow </span><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">when my mother gets off work. </span><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">So we wont get to WV until really late.</span><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">I love going to my grandparents, </span><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">the small town they live in is so relaxing! </span><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">Every year the town has a huge 4th of July </span><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">parade. So that should be fun. </span><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">Then Sunday we have to get up really early </span><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">because I have to make it back home in time</span><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">because Im going on a retreat on the James </span><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">River with my best friend. </span><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">Im so excited. We will be gone for a week.</span><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">It should be fun. If I have time during the</span><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">retreat I will be sure to get on and write</span><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">about everything there. </span><br /><span style="font-size:78%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">Song that saved my life today: </span><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">Break me out By: The rescues</span>Catherinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00223356569259801576noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2024014410448741477.post-78911411800387230722009-06-29T10:57:00.000-07:002009-06-29T11:07:22.819-07:006-29-09<span style="font-size:78%;">Three more days until I leave for my trip to my grandparents</span><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">for the forth of July. Then Sunday morning we are leaving </span><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">early in the morning to make it back to my house in time for me</span><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">to go to on another trip with my best friend. We are going to camp</span><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">and I can not wait. A lot is going to happen on this trip.</span><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">Im not sure If I will have signal on my laptop for me to keep</span><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">writing for you guys. So when I get back if I didnt write I </span><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">will tell ya'll all about the trip! </span><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">But I have to get off here, Im going to start packing.</span><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">Yes three days early.... HAHA.</span>Catherinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00223356569259801576noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2024014410448741477.post-6835863653553183622009-06-25T19:25:00.000-07:002009-06-25T19:29:37.002-07:006-25-09<span style="font-size:78%;">Today was hell for hollywood.</span><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">Farrah Fawsett and Michael Jackson passed.</span><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">My heart goes out to all of their family.</span><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">Farrah was an amazing actress,</span><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">And Michael changed the music world forever.</span><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">R.I.P. FF and MJ! </span>Catherinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00223356569259801576noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2024014410448741477.post-56045718108487185742009-06-25T12:33:00.000-07:002009-06-25T12:36:27.397-07:006-25-09<span style="font-size:78%;">Have you ever heard someone say the past is the past? </span><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">That's not exactly true. The past always finds some way</span><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">to come back and make itself the present. </span><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">Its always making you feel like you can never move on.</span><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">So people please... </span><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">stop saying that.</span>Catherinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00223356569259801576noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2024014410448741477.post-56816233960742811512009-06-23T23:41:00.000-07:002009-06-23T23:54:09.228-07:006-23-09<span style="font-size:78%;">So. If any of you are being raised by single moms,</span><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">give her a major break. I saw first hand how hard it is</span><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">for my mother today. It was around noon and the landlord</span><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">knocked on my door and three cops were with him. </span><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">We were soposed to leave because my mom didnt pay</span><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">the rent. My mom was at work so I called her and she came</span><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">home and handled it. I was so freaked we would have to leave.</span><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">I am so proud of my mother. She is raising three kids all on </span><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">her own. As much as I might say I hate her or complain about </span><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">how much she is on my back sometimes, I know its just because</span><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">she cares about me. I love my mother more than anyone. </span><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">I know she will always be here for me. </span><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">It doesnt matter how hard things may get. It just doesnt matter.</span><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">Because at the end of the day, we all have each other. </span><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">And some people dont realise that family is the only thing</span><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">that we ever really have. Family can be anyone. </span><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">A friend. Or even some crazy neighbor that will never </span><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">leave you alone. Family can be anyone. You just have to look</span><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">hard enough. I am so greatful for mine. </span><br /><span style="font-size:78%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:78%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">Song that saved my life today:</span><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">Broken By: Lifehouse </span>Catherinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00223356569259801576noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2024014410448741477.post-60847458346412159162009-06-22T20:09:00.000-07:002009-06-22T20:13:32.266-07:006-22-09<span style="font-size:78%;">So Im just hanging out today. </span><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">Friends over and we are watching</span><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">"The secret life of the american teenager" </span><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">Im not going to ruin anything so im gonna</span><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">change the subject. And I finally figured </span><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">out my dads number so I texted him</span><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">"Happy late fathers day" </span><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">I feel pretty ok about it. </span><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">Dont really need to vent. But yeah,</span><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">Im so sick of keeping everything inside.</span><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">I really need to scream. HA</span><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">Im gonna get off here...</span><br /><span style="font-size:78%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">Song that saved my life today:</span><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">Have a little faith in me By: John Hiatt </span>Catherinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00223356569259801576noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2024014410448741477.post-675790530472885562009-06-21T21:30:00.000-07:002009-06-21T21:35:46.354-07:006-21-09<span style="font-size:78%;">Happy fathers day! </span><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">Today kind of sucked. </span><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">I <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">don't</span> know why but I really wanted to call my dad.</span><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">I <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">don't</span> have his number. So I called everyone on his</span><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">side of the family to see if they had his number. </span><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">They <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">didn't</span> of course. </span><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">On the plus and yet minus side....</span><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">This guy asked me out today. </span><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">I was flattered, but I am already dating someone.</span><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">So I had to turn him down. I hate turning people</span><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">down. I feel so mean when I do. But he was fine with </span><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">it. And so now I just hope it isnt going to be awkward.</span><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">We are soposed to hang out like Tuesday so I guess</span><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">I'll see. But anyways. Im gonna get off here. </span><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">Sorry I have been writing less lately its just </span><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">its summer you know... haha.</span><br /><span style="font-size:78%;"></span>Catherinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00223356569259801576noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2024014410448741477.post-7564843954712527212009-06-15T22:18:00.000-07:002009-06-15T22:27:17.130-07:006-15-09<span style="font-size:78%;">I havn't written in a really long time! </span><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">Sorry about that. A lot has been going on! </span><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">So it's officially summer. </span><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">I'm so excited school is over! </span><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">I couldn't stand that place another day! HA.</span><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">It's about 1:20 in the morning right now.</span><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">Im just laying awake thinking about things.</span><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">Me and my best friend got in a fight and we</span><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">are no longer talking. I prefer to keep it </span><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">that way after the things that were said.</span><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">Today I guess she told this girl about what</span><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">had been going on with us and she </span><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">messaged me on facebook about it. It's so</span><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">none of her business... Don't you just love </span><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">how people think that everything involves</span><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">them so they have to know about it.</span><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">Its like : OMG its not any of your </span><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">business OK! </span><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">Anyways! </span><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">I should be going up to my grandparents</span><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">town soon anyways, so I'll get away from</span><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">everything and just get to start over. </span><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">Meet some new people (Guys)</span><br /><span style="font-size:78%;"></span>Catherinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00223356569259801576noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2024014410448741477.post-43541315093139506892009-05-30T18:16:00.000-07:002009-05-30T18:42:21.435-07:005-30-09<span style="font-size:78%;">This weekend has been pretty good so far!</span><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">My best friend spent the night last night.</span><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">We spent a few hours at the mall, </span><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">Then we went to Wal-mart and I have </span><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">to say, I have never had so much fun In</span><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">Wal</span><span style="font-size:78%;">-Mart. <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">Ha Ha</span>. We ran around the store</span><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">and took pictures with random people.</span><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">Then we went to <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">Starbucks</span>, and </span><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">I got the best thing there,</span><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">Green tea frappichino! </span><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">It was pretty late when my mom </span><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">came to pick us up and we were on</span><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">the way back inside and my mom fell.</span><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">on the curb.</span><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">The end result: A black eye, Sprained knee,</span><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">and a lot of cuts and <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">bruises</span>. =[ </span><br /><span style="font-size:78%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">Tomorrow is <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">confirmation</span> Sunday.</span><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">I have to stand up in front of my whole <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">Church</span>,</span><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">and say a speech. The worst part is I'm in high</span><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">school, and All the other people that took the </span><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">class are in middle school, which means I </span><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">should have taken the class a long time ago.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:78%;"></span>Catherinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00223356569259801576noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2024014410448741477.post-37687580645697418022009-05-27T04:49:00.000-07:002009-05-27T04:58:39.971-07:005-27-09<span style="font-size:78%;">My weekend was pretty good. </span><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">I hung out with this guy and nothing</span><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">happened. But today I found out that he</span><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">told all of his friends different. </span><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">I think it's crazy what people will</span><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">say to make themselves look good.</span><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">It doesn't bother me at all. </span><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">Because I know the truth. Everyone </span><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">that went out with us knows the truth.</span><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">Lie about what happened all you want,</span><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">it doensn't change anything.</span><br /><span style="font-size:78%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">Song that got me through today: </span><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">Kris Allen - No boundaries</span><br /><span style="font-size:78%;"></span>Catherinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00223356569259801576noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2024014410448741477.post-92052048444576522002009-05-26T16:06:00.000-07:002009-05-26T16:22:43.156-07:005-26-09Hope everyone had an awesome memorial day!<br />Sorry I havn't gotten a chance to write!<br />I will soon though! =OCatherinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00223356569259801576noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2024014410448741477.post-7872964753674479482009-05-18T14:00:00.000-07:002009-05-18T14:09:50.948-07:005-18-09<span style="font-size:78%;">Today hasn't been great.</span><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">I am SO tired! </span><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">I went to sleep at like 1 in the morning </span><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">and then had to get up at like 6 for school.</span><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">I almost fell asleep during one of my exams today! =O</span><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">HA HA.</span><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">It's all the Kardashian's fault. I was watching their show!</span><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">LOL. It's an awesome show!</span><br /><span style="font-size:78%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">On the bust ride home in the afternoon, that kid</span><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">touched my hair again. He walks over to me and I</span><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">was just sitting there talking to people and texting,</span><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">and he sits in the seet behind me and reaches up </span><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">and rubs my head, and Me and everyone around me </span><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">are just like okay it's getting so old.</span><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">HA HA. He's so weird! </span><br /><span style="font-size:78%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">Song that saved my life today:</span><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">Save you By Matthew Perryman Jones</span><br /><span style="font-size:78%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">Season finale of </span><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">One Tree Hill</span><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">and </span><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">Gossip Girl</span><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">tonight! WATCH! </span>Catherinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00223356569259801576noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2024014410448741477.post-36378347686522010632009-05-17T15:28:00.000-07:002009-05-17T15:42:51.880-07:005-17-09<span style="font-size:78%;">I was so worried! I just forgot my password! </span><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">But I finally remembered it! I was so relieved.</span><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">So. I don't remember when the last time I wrote was.</span><br /><span style="font-size:78%;"><span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Lately</span> I <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">haven't</span> been doing much. I've been taking SOL</span><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">testing at school, and I found out Thursday that I </span><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">passed my science! Now I don't have to take the exam</span><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">at the end of the school year. I just don't have to come to </span><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">class which is awesome because now I have a free block</span><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">to go somewhere besides school during the day!</span><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">I am so excited, Summer will be here before you know it!</span><br /><span style="font-size:78%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">Next weekend is my best friends birthday! </span><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">So <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">I'm</span> going to go to her party <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">Friday</span> and then <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">Saturday</span></span><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">we are going to the pool with a few people. </span><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">We met ten years ago. We moved across the street from</span><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">her family. And her and her mom came over to bring </span><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">us some milk because my mom went to the hospital.</span><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">The first thing we did was play barbies. I love how when</span><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">your young it doesn't matter how long you've known each other</span><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">you can be best friends without knowing anything about</span><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">the other person. When my dad got home to check on us </span><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">my dad and her mom were just like <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">whoa</span>, I know you.</span><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">Turns out they dated in high school. Which was SO <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">WEIRD</span>!</span><br /><span style="font-size:78%;"><span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">HA HA</span>.</span><br /><span style="font-size:78%;"><br />It's hilarious how those things happen.<br />Then not funny at all... Kind of ... Disgusting. LOL<br /><br />A few weeks ago she found her moms high school year book<br />and found my dad's signature. I'm hoping what he wrote was<br />an inside joke or something, because if it's not then he was weird.<br />HA HA.<br /><br />Today has been a pretty good weekend. I didn't really do anything.<br />Cause I was soposed to go to a friends but she got grounded.<br />I've been in my room all weekend because my mom,brother,and<br />sister are all sick. So i'm hanging out in my room until they get<br />better... Don't get me wrong I have been helping them out.<br />But I can't get sick, I have Tests all this upcoming week.<br />Then the week after that I have exams... I can't miss another<br />day of school until summer which sucks!<br /><br /><br />Check out my Twitter!<br /><a href="http://www.twitter.com/raraboiteau">www.twitter.com/raraboiteau</a></span><br /></span><span style="font-size:78%;"></span>Catherinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00223356569259801576noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2024014410448741477.post-81455952958811546542009-05-13T15:36:00.000-07:002009-05-13T15:47:22.176-07:005-13-09<span style="font-size:78%;">So. Today has been pretty good.</span><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">This really <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">weird</span> kid on the bus keeps </span><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">touching my hair and I'm just like</span><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">don't put your greasy hands in my hair...</span><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">Ha Ha.</span><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">After school I went to my friend <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Chanel's</span>.</span><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">Me,Ebony,and Becca were there.</span><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">Now I'm just sitting here at home,</span><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">watching TV. </span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:78%;"></span>Catherinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00223356569259801576noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2024014410448741477.post-47109865530560314902009-05-11T14:03:00.000-07:002009-05-11T14:11:29.471-07:005-11-09<span style="font-size:78%;"><span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">OK</span>. So. Today SOL testing started.</span><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">I didn't have an SOL today so in every</span><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">class we just chilled.</span><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">It was awesome. When school</span><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">ended I got on the bus,</span><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">and was sitting there talking</span><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">to people. Everyone I talk to had</span><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">gotten off the bus and there was only me</span><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">and a few other people on there.</span><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">I'm just sitting in the back of the bus and </span><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">this middle <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">school er</span> walks back and just </span><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">touches my hair...</span><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">He's done it before too...<br />And he's just like "It looked so soft!"</span><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">And I'm just thinking WTF is is problem?!?!</span><br /><span style="font-size:78%;"><span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">Ha ha</span></span>Catherinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00223356569259801576noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2024014410448741477.post-84545894891026330292009-05-10T20:10:00.001-07:002009-05-10T20:21:13.634-07:005-10-09<span style="font-size:78%;">My uncle got married a while ago</span><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">and I got to meet my new aunt today!</span><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">She's really nice! </span><br /><span style="font-size:78%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">Happy Madre day! </span>Catherinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00223356569259801576noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2024014410448741477.post-64642850281157161822009-05-09T20:33:00.000-07:002009-05-09T20:38:52.064-07:00<span style="font-size:78%;">I have been soo Effin clumsy latley..</span><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">I swear... I have bruses all over my </span><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">legs and arms from running into</span><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">things or falling.. It's terrible.</span><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">Haha.</span>Catherinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00223356569259801576noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2024014410448741477.post-74706100235159656862009-05-09T11:05:00.000-07:002009-05-09T11:11:02.694-07:005-9-09<span style="font-size:78%;">Still at my grandparents..</span><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">I've always loved the small town </span><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">that they live in. I've always wanted to live here.</span><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">But Idk.. I think I out grew that. It's a great place</span><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">to visit, just not to live. It's just that it's a little too </span><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">small. Being here doesn't feel like it used to. </span><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">It's still great and everything but it's just different </span><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">now. Ya know. </span><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">NOTHING in the town has changed... I guess I just have.</span><br /><span style="font-size:78%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">*The movie theatre plays 2 movies at a time.</span><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">*Everyone in the town knows everyone so theres </span><br /><span style="font-size:78%;"> no getting away with anything.</span><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">* The "Mall" only has 3 stores and a salon.</span><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">* The best store here is WAL-MART</span><br /><span style="font-size:78%;"> haha.. Kind of sad.</span><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">* Theres one elementary, One middle, And one high </span><br /><span style="font-size:78%;"> school for the entire town!</span><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">* Everyone here is just... really really country! </span><br /><span style="font-size:78%;"> ---- Nothin against that I guess I'm just used to</span><br /><span style="font-size:78%;"> city people.</span><br /><span style="font-size:78%;"></span>Catherinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00223356569259801576noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2024014410448741477.post-34883005725307928762009-05-08T12:13:00.000-07:002009-05-08T12:16:37.415-07:005-8-09<span style="font-size:78%;">Me and my family are going to my grandparents</span><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">in another state, (I love traveling!) </span><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">for the weekend. So if I don't get a chance to write</span><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">then I'll tell all you bloggers about my weekend </span><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">on monday! Have a happy holiday moms! </span>Catherinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00223356569259801576noreply@blogger.com0