Hey I'm Back

Hi

I haven't posted in forever!! I've been keeping a written journal [Dern, this Linkin Park song is scary] lately, so I haven't been posting.

There isn't anything interesting going on with me, except the mellow-harshing fact that one of my best friends is moving to the evil state named Georgia. You probably know this friend better as chopliverwaffle.blogspot.com. Yeah, what a Christmas present. Merry Christmas, I'm moving! But I've pretty much gotten over it now.

My uncle flew in from New York yesterday for Christmas and is staying at my grandmother's house. But that's not much news.

Okay, you know those mad-lib things? Well, me and Madeline and Aidan and Savannah have done a whole bunch of those so I'm gonna post 'em here. They're so funny.

Well, I really have nothing else to write (that I can remember), so I'll post again soon, hopefully.

Peace.
-^_^

Me and Jesus

I think Stellar Kart put it the best way:

Someone loves you
Even when you don't think so
Don't ya know,
You got me and Jesus
By your side, through the fight
You will never be alone
On your own
You got me and Jesus

So true! Well, I just thought about that while listening to "Me and Jesus"-by Stellar Kart, of course-and I just wanted to get that message out there.

(I hope this is the right verse, but I'm pretty sure. I'll check later.)
Matthew 19:26

--Leala

Don't Ya Hate It?

Don't you hate when you do a lot of work and it turns out to be for nothing? I've spent about two hours saving love icons onto my laptop to make a sheet for my binder for school, and now it won't copy and paste the icons onto Word. That's my evil computer getting back at me for frying the motherboard last summer. I was at the beach with my grandparents and my little cousin and my computer started asking for a password. Me and my granddaddy couldn't get in, so I ended up reading six books in seven days. Well, I'm gonna go back into Photobucket and copy those icons.

--Leala

-PS- If anyone knows what I can do to save me from this torture, tell me.

Neglecting the Blog

Hi!

So... I've not been posting lately. I guess getting homework, church, Tobymac/Family Force 5/Relient K/B. Reith concerts, algebra tests, and that kind of stuff can take your mind away from stuff. (I can see Hannah, Halee, or Jacob saying, "You know you didn't do any homework, Leala!") But I went back to school, and there have only four incidents when people have touched my back.
The first was when we were in the auditorium in the morning listening to our principal ramble on about our behavior in the Veteran's Day program later that day. I was reading my Twilight movie book (not to be confused with the actual book) and my history teacher Coach P. came over and poked me on the shoulder and told me to put my book up.
Second: This guy Roderick (we call him that because there are two Rodericks) came up and was messing with Jabria, so I said under my breath, "Don't hit my back," and for some strange reason he heard, "Go hit my back." That idiot. So he hits me on the back, and Emily, who was standing behind him in the lunch line, starts yelling at him. It was pretty funny. She's all like, "She's my best friend! And I'm her bodyguard so stay away!" Yes, yes, very humorous.
Third: Again with dealing with Roderick. I have shop with him and he's just... Roderick. This one was actually just this morning. And Emily was there, too. Coincidence? I think not. Ha ha. But what happened was I was walking out of the auditorium with Emily and Roderick was out there messing around and pushing some people. So I walked past him and he pushes me. ON MY BACK! People just don't understand the concept of "gentle" or "don't touch me."
Which brings me to my next story.
Number 4! So Jabria and I were standing in the lunch line yet again. This guy I know, Steven, comes and starts hugging me. I said, "Steven! Gentle!" Steven is the kind of guy you wonder if he does crack right before coming to school. So that one just made me scared.
But otherwise, my school went very well! The guy I like has been talking to me more lately, so that's a plus. People I know are thieves! First Jacob steals my wristband that says "Jesusfreak" (and get this, it black and pink), then Adam tried to steal my gel pens. I have to admit, Jacob had a good reason to steal my wristband. He found a cool skull ring in the computer lab during algebra, and took it. But I'm wearing both the wristband and the ring right now. Jacob gave me the wristband back in English, which is our last class. And it was all sweaty! It was so gross! And Nathan, the guy that sits across form me in English, was saying, "Yeah, go man!" Then I kicked him under the table.

Well, I gots ta go!

(Not really. I just don't feel like talking to y'all anymore. Hee hee.)

--Leala

Majorly Retarded Movie

Hi, everybody! I am watching the new Naruto movie, and, until now, it's been stupid. First of all, this one guy's name is Shabadaba. That's a huge red flag right there. Then, this little kid named Hikaru was talking to a saber-tooth tiger (which I call a kitty) and he's like, "I just wanted you and Naruto to be my friends!" It was so funny! Aw, the guy died. So sad. Well, I gotta watch the rest of the movie, because it's actually pretty good now. Maybe a little cheesy, but whatever.

Bye!

--Leala

Never Mind!

Well, I don't how else to put this: Blogger and Myspace are being major turds. But, it's true. Don't look at my last blog or go to that link, because all you'll get is the Myspace Video home page saying, "Sorry, this is a private video." If it was private, how did I get it on my Myspace? It's a cornucopia of disturbing concepts. And yes, I did steal that from a Kim Possible movie. But that's only because my grandma has a cornucopia on her dining room table and it reminded me of that. Well, I'll write more tomorrow, because I am tired.

Bye!

--Leala

Twilight Trailer!!!

http://vids.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=vids.individual&videoid=45872875

Japanese Penguins!

Okay, I'm on the phone with my friend Jabria because she has my Japanese dictionary. I need to know what penguins is in Japanese, so I just thought I'd post it here. The Japanese word for penguin is ペンギン.
The dictionary didn't have it! The romaji is unknown for me at this point. But I will not give up. I will persist until I find that romaji! Believe it! (Oh, no, I sound like Naruto.) But, it is true.
Wait! Epiphany! I can find the hiragana symbols on freejapaneselessons.com! Yay! Okay, I'm gonna look it up.
...................
Aw, that's sad. I can't find the symbols. But I have them written down in my 4th notebook (I have 7 or so of them). I'll look through that sometime.
Well, that's all I have to say. Bye.

--Leala

Happy Late Halloween!

Hola!

So, yesterday was Halloween. Candy, comtumes, and decorations. Well, my Halloween was pretty fun, except for a certain silly-string incident. All in all, though, I got lots of candy, had fun with some of my best friends, played a trick on one of them so she has to dress like a prep for a week. It was funny. But I went with my motley crew of people for the first part. We had, like, twelve or thirteen kids and about six or seven adults. But later, Madeline and her sister, Gillian, found us and walked with us. We were walking along my old street and Angie, this insane 41-year-old, turned around and said, "Hey, Leala!" So, I, being the gullible person that I am, turned toward Angie. She took a can of silly-string and sprayed me with it! I got sooooo mad because I couldn't get it out of my hair. Then my mom, Madeline, and I went to Madeline's aunt's house because I had to see her dad's Harry Potter costume, and I needed a mirror to get the rest of the silly-string out of my hair. This kid dressed as a vampire scared the crap out of me. He hid behind an inflatable thing and jumped out when we walked through. Emily made us sit in the park and wait on Brenda for, like, 15 minutes. But I guess it was worth it to see my Spicy Chicken Biscuit. So, I don't know if you know about this, but there's this thing going around Gaffney that goes, "If your name is [insert name here], shake your butt, shake your butt, shake your butt!" So, Madeline, Emily, and I were walking to a house next to where we were supposed to wait for Brenda and we passed this really tall guy dressed as Scream and Emily and I said, "If your name is Scream, shake your butt, shake your butt, shake your butt!" But sadly, he didn't do it. We knew the people whose house we were going to and every year they get someone very tall to be Frankenstein. So we walked up to Frank and tried to get him to do the "shake your butt" thing for a video, but he didn't do it. I'm gonna get him on Wednesday if he's there... Then Madeline, my mom, and I went went to Aidan's house because my dad said she was having a party. It turned out that it was just a slumber party with two of her friends, but she loves us so she let us stay for a while. Well, I'm tired and bored, so bye!

Don't be dislexic!

--Leala

Torture

Hola.

My dad loves to torture me. He was at work--he works for my grandpa--and my grandparents are going down to Hilton Head Island to see my aunt, and he was calling to see about sending her a chest of drawers (or chester drawers, as my family calls it). So he thought he'd just mention an ad in a Sam's Club magazine where you can meet the cast (I <3 Taylor Lautner, Halee <3's Rob Pattinson), go to the premiere, and the premiere party, first-class plane tickets, a limo ride to and from the premiere, lunch at this schmancy resturant, and a luxury Beverly Hills hotel. Me and my Twilight buddy Halee and our moms want to go. But there's a slight problem. It costs $9,500. We've been talking about bake sales, but it's gonna take a lot of brownies to raise ninety-five hundred dollars. That's a lot of moola. Moola I ain't got. Heh heh, there's my southern side coming out. But anyway, I want to go to that premiere! My dad just loves torturing me. Did I mention that my dad enjoys torturing me? I'm too mad to talk about anything right now. Okay, not really. You know a chatter-box like me always has something to talk about. Sometimes, at least. I wanna talk about something Twilight-related. Umm... Oh, I got one! Remember how I went to Greenville on Tuesday and went shopping? Well, I never told you what I got. I got a poster with Jacob from Twilight ('Cause I'm Team Jacob, and I have a shirt that says so. Thanks, Halee!) and my dad is going to hang it on my ceiling. Literally, it's gonna be on my ceiling so when I go to sleep, I can look at it. I also got a new hat which I love, some fingerless gloves, a scarf, and a phone cover. I love you, Sange (if you somehow magically figured out how to use a computer by you! She bought me all that stuff. And it wasn't too cheap. But, yeah. Well, I guess I'll go. Bye.

Don't be dislexic.

--Leala

Redundant? Maybe...

Hola.

Imagine your life as a boring hole of nothingness for at least two more weeks. Except for tonight, next Sunday, next Tuesday, next Wednesday, the next Sunday, and the next Wednesday. (See? I told you imagination was important.) Well, I guess that's not a complete boring hole of nothingness. But it's my life for now. Today I get to go church and see a whole lot of my friends. Yay! But as if I haven't said that enough. Ha ha. But it's true. I feel lately that my life has been redundant. Wake up, read, blog, schoolwork, Mrs. Short, my homebound teacher, blog some more, read some more, go to sleep. Gah! Ooh, I got a text message! It's from my friend Jordan. I asked her if she was coming to church. She hasn't been coming lately, and being her accountability partner and one of her best friends, I really want her to come back! Remember when I said the "God's Penguins" thing? Well, my Dgroup, the eighth grade girls, challenged the rest of our youth group to be like penguins. 'Cause you know how penguins have to stay together for warth and protection? Dgroup is the same way. My girls did a skit where, at first, we were penguins, then one wandered off and got eaten. Then we were all human again and we were at our Dgroup meeting and two of the girls had gone to a party, so two others went to go get them. It was really cool. Well, now that I've taken however many minutes of your time.

Don't be dislexic,

Leala

Don't Be Dislexic!

Hola! I'm bored, so I thought I'd do what I said I would. I told you I'd tell you about the "don't be dislexic" thing. Okay, so one night after a play I was in was over, my best friend in the world Madeline (that's spoken Madilyn, not like how it's spelled) came to my house. We were sitting on my bed looking at something on my laptop when Madeline said something that made me mad. I said, "Shut up!" but Madeline heard, "Throw up!" So, Madeline yelled out, the dork that she is, "I can't throw up! I'm not dislexic!" She was thinking about eating disorders, but when she thought about anorexic, she blurted dislexic. Just because it rhymed. But it was funny. So, to all you people out there, DON'T BE DISLEXIC!!

Leala. Peace.

Doctor! Docter!

Give me the news! I got a bad case of-- (*random people clearing throats*) Heh heh, sorry! Back to business!

Hola, peoples,

Leala here, and there are pregnant men on my TV screen. I don't know why, though. I'm watching "The Cosby Show," and all the men are pregnant. I'm scared. Well, this is about my day as usual. I went to Greenville today. I went for an appointment at Shriners' Hospital for Children for my surgery follow-up thingy (Haha, the pregnant men are dancing now. Okay, back to the blog.) and so on. In case I didn't go into a lot of details (which I probably didn't) I had back surgery, um... two weeks and a day ago! Yeah, that's it! I'm great, better than expected. So, yeah. Well, today I was told that I will be able to go back to school any time, so my mom said two weeks would be good. I am so excited! I can't wait. I miss everyone there so much. But enough of that sulking stuff. I get to go to church tomorrow! I'm so excited about that, too. I get to friends that don't see at school either. Oh, good Lord, I need to stay out of the cafeteria, or I'll be attacked by old people, either with compliments, or questions about how I'm doing. Hmm, I must acquire the money before dinner opens... *mumbles* Oh, what? Oh, yeah, the blog! Okay, sorry about that. Um, what was I speaking about? Uh... Backtracking... Okay, I'm good. So, the guy walks in the little room, scares my mom (it was funny), and tells me I can take the things on my incision off, I can finally take a shower instead of a sponge bath (Ugh!), I can go back to school whenever, and that's pretty much it, I guess. So,... yeah. I guess that this blog is over.

Don't be dislexic,

Leala

Imagination. You Can't Really Get Much Better Than Reality Than That

Hey, guys,

I don't feel like using Spanish today so it's just gonna be simple. As a lot of you know, whether it be from just you in general or from a teacher or something, imagination is important. I, as a writer (somewhat), know that. Last night, I was reading stories on quizilla.com and I said to myself, "When I go to sleep tonight, I will imagine." Now, can you see me and my ADD self trying to stay on one topic in my mind? That's, like, without saying it out loud or taking notes or anything. Hey, maybe I could use that "taking notes" thing. That'd be cool... But, anyway, I guess I'm kind of giving a second opinion on imagination thing. Eh. Well, my mom's stealing--I mean, borrowing my laptop. So, bye!

Don't be dislexic,

Leala

-P.S.-Don't ask about the dislexic thing. I'll tell you later. Or just whenever.

Yada, Yada, Yada...

Hola (for the second time today), people,

See what I did there? I'm actually not as lazy this time. Ha ha. My aunt is talking about weinies. The hot dog kind, for those of you whose minds make residence in the gutter. She said the price of Hebrew National has gone to high, so last night, she got Nathan's and she said she was so proud. But enough of my boring you with Sange's pride of weinies. Wow. She scares me sometimes. Okay, I admit it: A lot of the time. Hmm... Topic change. Oh, noes, more pressure. And now there are majorly carnivorous birds on my TV screen. Alfred Hitchcock's twisted brain produced "The Birds" to make me be even more afraid of sea gulls. I'm bored. The only thing on TV is horror movies because it's Halloween. People in London are very colorful. These people were on a bus and there were about ten people standing around them with purple, orange, blue, etc. hair dos. Or don'ts, I guess. Okay, if you made it this far in this blog, props because I'm surprised I made it this far. But Mom, Sange(my aunt, duh), and I are sitting here doing absolutely nothing on a Sunday afternoon. I have no one to txt or IM because all my friend that I actually feel like txting are at Dgroup. I know more than half the people reading this blog don't know what Dgroup is, so here's the explanation: Dgroup is a group of kids (6th-12th grade) grouped by grade and gender that meet every Sunday night for a bible study. The groups go through middle school and high school with the same leader (usually) and get really close. I'm only in 8th grade and my group is, like, one of the closest. I love all, y'all, God's Penguins! Yes, I said "penguins." Deal with it. They know what it means. Soooooooooooo............... Well, I don't have anything else to write about so, yeah. Bye!

Don't let the hobos steal your toes (especially you, Madeline),

Leala

Hey... Not Much Different Than Yesterday...

Okay, skip the "Hola." I'm too lazy. Well, I'm sitting on my dad's recliner, the only fairly comfortable chair to me at this time, watching iCarly, about to take my medicine. I'm so exciting, aren't I? OH, MY GOSH, MY LIFE IS A BORING HOLE OF NOTHINGNESS! Yay! My grandparents are here! Gotta go! Bye!

Hi, again!

Hola, peoples,

Leala here, of course. Who else? If you were expecting some one else, you are crazy. Wait! That means I'm alone. Aw, so sad. Well, I'm not completely alone. My friend Emily is here in my humble abode. We're both on computers, and she seem enthralled (if you're like my friend Brenda, that means very interested or caught up, I think) in the Pizza Parlor on Club Penguin. I'm not sure. I say that that (heh heh... "that that"... same word... two times... heh heh) is a baby Website. But I guess I can't say anything because I used to have a boyfriend on there. Eh. I don't care. Aw, the phone's ringing and I can't reach it. Now my cousin Judy is coming over. My mom is forcing my aunt to come, too. Emily says, "I don't know whay to say. I'm making a blog, too!" Check hers out at choplivewaffle.blogspot.com! Well, I really don't have anything else to say. So, I guess... Bye!

What's up? I'm new!

Hola(and the way American people should pronounce that is with the h), peoples,

I feel welcomed even if no one reads this. But my name is Leala and I'm a writer. I write pretty sad stuff, in comparison to the way I act, especially with my friends. Right now, or at least for the past, like, two week or so, I've been stuck at home with the after-stuff or whatever of my back surgery, because of my scoliosis, an old man patted me on the back, with me and my mom exchanging looks that said, "Oh, my gosh," and I've been bored out of my mind. My only occupations are schoolwork, which I try to avoid at all cost, and my Maximum Ride books. (Thank the Lord for James Patterson and his first thoughts of winged children!) I finished the first book in about three days and I started the second last night. I recommend these book definitely for people who love action and mystery. Okay, this is turning into a book review. Time for a subject change! Um... I'm not good under pressure... or thinking on the spot. My parents (mainly my dad) are arguing, sort of, with a family friend that came to see me. At least it takes her attention off me and her compliments on how good I look after my surgery. I was about to yell, "I get it, Pam," but my incredible self-control helped me out of that situation. Well, I'm sorry to say this, but my fingers are sending a message to my brain, saying, "STOP TYPING!" I guess I'm going to obey and get off this laptop, then run to my room and grab my book.

Don't let the hobos steal your toes (especially you, Madeline),

Leala