Yes, indeed. Friday.
Technically, it was most likely Thursday night, but whatever.
My nose is running, my eyes hurt and I feel like I could die any minute now.
Just plop. Oh look, she died from a cold. Oh well.
So, I don't suppose many of you readers (if you actually read this) actually watch the Channel 12 news or get it, but my school was on because 10-11-12 was the U.N's first International Day Of The Girl and I have to announce it on all of my social media accounts because Josie Loren, Monique Coleman, Ann Shokets, and many others were there and I, slightly, fan-girled out over Monique Coleman actually being there and...ugh.
She's so nice. She really is. And shorter than me, while she's wearing heels. But still so sweet and nice and down to earth. She signed my bag AND took a picture with I.
Ugh, I feel so special.
Anyways, when I'm not logged into my blog, I enjoy wanting to look at it. But the previous layout I had was a jumbled up mess and stuff so I ended up changing it now. Nearly six months later. Yup.
Instagram has become not as common place as I thought. I guess I'm only saying that because I cannot have it on my phone since I have an Android and since either the phone or app updated itself, I can see the Instagram app, but I cannot download it. Which sucks. I can't even get Temple Run on my phone, but I can get Disney's Brave version of Temple Run on my phone. I only have to pay a little over one dollar though.
Oh and sucky, terrible news ever.
I have to repeat the ninth grade.
Why? Because while in Georgia, there were only 4 classes a semester, each class 90 minutes (1 hour 30 minutes) long.
Since the school I attend now is eight class every semester (except for Fridays when a class is eliminated out the schedule and we leave school an hour earlier), then, in simpler form, I don't have enough credits.
I should have 10, but I only have 8 and there's nothing I can do about it except to attend a different school in which I can double-up on my classes, but I don't really want to do that. I'm tired of attending different schools every year, so I'll deal with this. Until I get fed up and annoyed and just want to be in my rightful grade. It makes my heart cry.
*Side note: I didn't get left back, only moved back to NY. I graduated the ninth grade.
So, yes. That's most of the major news.
My birthday is also coming up, the fifth of January.
I'm going to be 16, so I'd like to have a car, even though I cannot drive.
Yup. This is the official end.
