What happens when you have a nervous stomach and a blog, OR "Why Red Is a Better Color for Freddy's Dorm Doorknob"

I lied in that last post. No, I have not yet taken the test. But I have about 2 hours till I have to start hyperventilating. Nah, just kidding. See, the whole test thing just ticks me off. I remember in 7th grade, (last year) one of my classmates (well, several) would always get really nervous and like spazz when she heard there was a test. I acted all cool and just said, "Just because it's a test doesn't mean you automatically fail. And plus, the school system is so messed up it doesn't even matter," which were BOTH true. I mean, I was nervous too. Tests just sort of give off that vibe that makes my stomach nervous or whatever and I might have shaky digits. Not to mention the sweat. The test atmosphere is also just... ugh. I mean, you can't talk, desks are separated, maybe you have to use a certain pencil, it's timed, etc. But seriously, the USA school systems ARE messed up. Not the teachers fault. Well, ok... I can talk about this later. But I don't have that excuse over here. The French system might even be good. 

Zach came back after his tests a few minutes ago. He has all of his tests today. He just took hi French oral one. He said it was easy, like 10 minutes. Then I freaked because I was like, "I FORGOT HOW TO SAY HOW OLD I AM!!!!" But then I realized that I don't have that test today. I just have the English tests. Thank god. I'm actually not too nervous about the writing ones. I mean, I HATE writing essays like that, but luckily I don't suck at writing. Well, I mean... I don't want to brag or anything. Ugh.

Soo let's see... I think it's persuasive writing. So I start with a sentence to "drag the reader in" or whatever. Then, say my main points, etc. For example. The question is, "Would a better doorknob for Freddy's dorm be red or yellow?" (see, also my brain like messing up when I'm nervous...) Here's my sample.

Often times when we open the door, we use a knob. Freddy has a dorm room and he needs to open the door. I think a red doorknob would be better for him. Because I mean, honestly people, yellow does not work with that picture of him in a Santa Claus suit. And plus, red just brings out his eyes. I'm assuming his eyes are some "hot" color, here... And then my last reason is that... the red one costs less and is made with a special "dorm room door knob finish". 

And then I'd go into the first paragraph. I apologize for the... well actually I don't. I think writing this and stuff is helping. Reduce the stress and all that. But actually, today will be sort of easy even. I can have FUN writing an essay. Which may be an oxy-moron, but I might as well have as much fun as I can. That made me smile. Almost laugh. Half of you will think of the word "stupid" or "dumb" or "this girl has problems". But that's just too bad for you. Ok. 

I had pancakes for breakfast after my dad woke me up at 7:48. I think I ate my pancakes too fast, but then stopped doing that after a little because I noticed. I was nervous. Everyone except for me had fresh-squeezed orange juice. Some of you might know this, but orange juice is like my greatest fear. I had some... bad experiences with it in my early years I think. And I hate the smell. It's yellow. Has pulp. Makes me want to barf, run away, shake with fear, and wrinkle my nose at. So then of course I had to clean the dishes. I used to refuse to clean the glasses if they had juice in them, but now I have learned to be strong against the foul orange juice glasses. And listening to Melvin helped. I had lots of fun doin' that. Ha ha! So then I checked email a little bit, got on facebook, stuff. 

Then I had to take down the lovely recycling while listening to Queen, and smashing those glass bottles. God, I hate doing that. I cringe every time one hits the bottom. Eek. A little before that Zach came home, and I already told you what happened.

It would be cool, if not interesting, if thinking burned calories. 

Hey, I think I got into the mindset of not being worried. About today at least. 

Time goes by fast. I mean, seriously. I can remember playing with our neighbors Nelson and Connor with my brother in our back yard, and my mom and dad and a few other people were putting wood planks into the ground. That was building our deck. And I remember thinking just then, "well, this was all be done and then I can think about how it was like this NOW," or something like that. It's amazing. It's like, you blink and you graduated from 5th grade. I blinked just now, and I'm not back in my Ann Arbor home. Maybe now... nope. But it will go fast. (yay!) That test will be a mere memory. I can just wave my hand and say, "Oh, that test..pshaw" or something. 

It might be worse than the MEAP, but whatever. I won't have to fill in circles. And in a way, the MEAP makes you like... less smart. Because seriously. Those people didn't know how to spell like "Los Vegas". Geez. But whatever. 

Ok, I guess I'll like post this post and then hang out in my room listening to music. I have a pile of various paper-sizes and whatnot in my room for school. I got a Texas Instruments scientific/graphing calculator. I had some problems with it last night. I did some random thing a bunch of times, then it said "error" and I could not get rid of that. So I tried turning it off, pressing the "entrer" button several times, etc. Then I eventually got it to turn off. The french use : for dividing. 

Expect another post today. Might be long, since I will (try to) write in MUCH DETAIL about the test, the kids, the questions, etc. But I will have fun. And it might be good writing, I dunno.

But I do think red would be a better color for Freddy. 

Tea, Tally Hall, deep breaths, a blog, smiling and thinking about my friends helps the nervousness go away.

Marvin walked into a helpless land and wondered lightly, "am I happy? Is this happy?"

following the footsteps left by man, he stood to reprimand the mystic, who's sadistic

took a step in the elevator who said "guess I'll see you later, don't you worry"

15 flights that lasted nights and days that's how he went out of sight with creatures with their beat shirts

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Lonely paperbacks that wanted just a simple taste of feeling to implode them

before living

(Taken For a Ride- Tally Hall)