Pray (My grandma) Eat (Easter candy) Love (Who ever is reading this!)

First things first, happy Easter! I hope the Easter bunny was good to all of you! I remember as a kid, the Easter bunny was the one holiday myth I didn't really believe in; and I was a hardcore holiday believer. I believed in Santa till fifth grade, tooth fairy till forth (technically that’s not a holiday, but it’s a celebration!) Leprechauns on St. Patrick’s Day till second, and any other sort of mythical creature till about a year ago… Okay. Not unicorns. It’s impossible to stop believing in those. Anyways, the Easter bunny is so unrealistic! Seriously, a big bunny that delivers eggs? Bunnies don’t even lay eggs! Plus, how would he get from house to house? At least Santa had a sleigh.

Well, settling the bunny argument, I have a favor to ask you guys. I really need to pray for my grandmother, who’s really sick right now. And if you’re not religious, that’s fine just have hopes for my grandmother. We are so close. She is so entirely dear to me. I’ve been really sad lately because I’m afraid for her. I love her so much.

My friend amazing friend Kelty just started a blog! You guys should support and follow her. She’s an acting freak like me, so if you tolerate/like me, you’ll love her. She is so much more dedicated then me, I swear she is going to be on Broadway someday. AHHHH! I’m eating Easter chocolate as I write this, and I accidently some got in-between the keys! I tried licking it out but got really disgusted—who knows how many germs are on here!? Now I’m using this little cross made from palm that I got from church to scoop the chocolate out. Wow, I’ve mentioned religion a bit more than usual today. Hope you guys don’t mind. Unless you like that type of stuff. There’s the problem with my blog. It’s not really about anything, so no one is going to read it. In order to make it poplar, I either have to…

A)    Discuss an easy way to make money!

B)    Talk about a teenager obsession like Justin Bieber, Twilight, or Bruno Pluto… I mean Mars.

C)    Discuss in depth religion… meh.

D)    Suddenly become really funny, but since I don’t have the wit and attractiveness of someone like Haley G Hoover this really isn’t an option. Unless I get a knock, knock joke book and age a bit.

So those are my options. Or I could buy a time machine from eBay. Then everyone would adore me.

P.S If you have any other idea's for types of carrots to go onto my list, feel free to comment!

I'm quite sneaky...

I am currently in my science class, in the library “working” on a project I already finished. Don’t worry, I’m not lying, I just finished early and have spare time. Farther into the library, in the encyclopedia section, a bunch of little sixth graders are doing presentations. Guess what the first sixth grader’s presentation was on? Justin Bieber!  Apparently some big company is making a graphic novel about his life. What has this world come to? Since when is a teenage pop culture sex idol… educational?  If you like Justin, no harsh to you, he’s just not my piece of pie. I think it’s fantastic that he got famous off of YouTube, and that such a young kid could get so unfathomably famous, but seriously. Beiber Fever? I think it’s sort of scary how obsessed teenage girls can get. Oh well, that’s puberty for you.

Hahaha, I just watched a presentation about Thomas Jefferson, and throughout the entire PowerPoint, “Secret agent man” was the background music. Although it’s completely irrelevant, it’s none of the less adorable. Oh, Levi say’s hi. He’s sitting by me writing in his blog—he is about the most amazing gay friend a girl could ask for! Love you Levi!

I just looked over at my teacher, to give you a picture on what he’s like, and found myself glancing at him right as he was awkwardly attempting to pull down a wedgie… ah Mr. Hayes… you are one of a kind. Mr. Hayes is kind, a bit odd, and reminds me completely of a lumberjack. He has a brown bushy beard, glinting eyes, and constantly wears plaid. I have a lot of odd stories about past experiences with him. He’s my science teacher, and I feel bad for him. Everyday at lunch, he goes back to his room and (I’m guessing) eats alone. Maybe I’ll bring my lunch to his room today.

I think I should go; class is going to end soon. Love y’all! Whoever you guys are…

Hey, just got home, I thought I should just add to this post rather then just start an entire new post. My fav teacher, Mr. Mickleson, was picked for the regis and kelly show, "Ten top teachers." Please vote for him on their website! He's a truly amazing teacher. Also, if you look up on point prize on google, and click "names," you can vote for him there too. Please, please vote! It would be so awesome if he won!

And a little fun tidbit about today, in drama class, we had a sub! Which was awesome because she let me, (for no reason in genral) randomly go up on stage and sing my fav song from the musical rent, in front of everyone. It was amazing! And then, when singing the alphabet in gibberish, I  accidentally  said a VERY bad word, quite loudly that starts with F and ends with uck. Sadly, it wasn't firetruck. I'm not sure how it happened--I never cuss! It just slipped out...

Floods, scooters, and thailand!

Bibbity bobbity boo! Lately, during rehearsal for the musical Cinderella, I’ve been confronted with a bit of a problem. My directors, both dear to me, are trying to decide whether my character (fairy god mother) should be like the traditional, motherly, forgetful, idol that Disney created… or a complete dorky, cheese-sliding-off-the-cracker, fairy.  I’m Switzerland, I don’t care which character type they want me to act. They ARE the directors! It’s their choice. Although, if they do make me the “weird” version of the fairy godmother, they are going to make me enter the stage on a scooter! I’m not sure if I really like the idea, or if I think it’s really lame… what do you guys think?

When I got home from school today, I was welcomed by the panic screaming of my mother. Our basement had completely flooded due to our broken washing machine. On the bright side, the water was only one inch deep. However, after using every single towel in the house, we still had water everywhere. We couldn’t scoop the water off the floor with buckets, and our mop was currently missing, so I spent about an hour (I kid you not) using a dustpan to dish most of the water off the floor. And man, that floor REALLY needed to be cleaned.

On a happier note, I think I finally mastered the waltz. And during dancing rehearsal, I ran into Mrs. Jackson, my most favorite director of all times! She’s the one who made me the sugar plum plushy>>> See? The picture? Anyways, I can’t wait till summer so I can try out for another one of her musicals. Also, yesterday, as I was leaving my last class, my teacher informed me that I was chaperoning a guest student from Thailand. Talk about short notice? Anyways a bunch of kids flew all the way from Thailand just to see what “American school was like.” It was actually really fun! The girl I was pared with was named Great; she was very sweet, although she was bored in all of my classes.  She taught me a bunch of words in Tia, but they all came into one ear and flew out the next. Their language is so complicated! I wish I’d made a bigger effort to remember the words. Oh well, at least she Facebook requested me! Hahaha.

Oh! And by the way! Thank you Kaylee Richardson for informing me about the brown carrot... it will be yet another type of carrot going on my lengthy list.

First posting...

Greetings! Before I fully embrace you with my gibberish jabber, allow me to introduce myself. I am Lauren Elizabeth Barton, (but any random un-offensive nickname will do) I am currently a fourteen year old eighth grader partaking in w’yeast middle school. I’ve gone there for three years now, and I’m still hesitant how to spell it, a fact I’m not proud of. Any who, I think that’s PLENTY of information to share with random bloggers, non-bloggers, aliens, and squirrels. Dogs, I’m sorry I didn’t include you in that list, but until you get opposable thumbs, you’ll always be the odd one out. (Yes, I realize most squirrels can’t work a computer—but they are too adorable to leave out; and aliens obviously like blogging. Duh.)

Today was a good day! For once, it wasn’t profusely raining or hailing, nor was the weather randomly switching from the two. Consistent sunshine. I can’t wait to peel of the practically pallid jumpsuit I was forced into when winter came… normally I don’t care, but I’m quite sick of being pale. And I don’t think drinking a Sunny D is going to provide the daily dose of sunshine I’m neglected of. Ah, but that’s Washington for you…

Holy Moley! I just made my first blog entry about weather. How completely boring. And I’m making things even more boring by talking about how boring it is. Okay, uh, TACOS! Did you know you suicide are most commonly committed on Mondays? No wonder Garfield hates that day so much! (Ha, ha, lame comic nerd joke.) Anyways…

When I was choosing my gender for my account, there was an “other” option. I found this odd, despite I was tempted to choose it, although I’m most certainly not a cross gender. But even if I was, why I would post that on blog spot, for all to see my gender confusion? Or maybe aliens really do like blogging. Just as I said before. Why else would there be an “other?”  Ha, ha.  Dude, it took me forever to figure out a title. I even looked on Google for good blog titles, but it wasn’t very helpful. (Google, never bing.) I am not sure what at compelled me to write a blog. I’m 100% sure no one is going to read this. Unless I put a link on Facebook...  hmm, I’m not that desperate yet. Well, Peace out corndogs! (Which are gross because I’m a vegetarian….)