why do people care so much about what other people think about them? like yea thats how we get our self image but really does it matter that much that we have to stress over it? i cant say that i dont do the same but it just bothers me how everyone judges people constantly. like in one of my classes people just go back and forth about how different each group is and its so bad but like i try my hardest not to join in but its so hard when thats all that i hear all day long. when i see people in my school that arent just like me sometimes i might say something but i am really trying not to. when i see kids picking on the "weird" kids i just feel so bad that i dont say anything at all i feel like i should but most of the time i just act like nothing is going on. i really feel like a bad person sometimes. am i the only one that wonders what the world would be like if everyone was just even a little bit nicer?

So today in anatomy we disected rats well acctually we just skined them. At first i thought that it was going to be really really nasty but once i got started it wasnt that bad. Once you get the skin off for some reason your brean doesnt really realize that its a rat and i just dont understand that but its ok i guess. It kinda smelled a little but not so bad that i had to barf. I really think im going to enjoy this yes i know that sounds creeperish but you know i am kind of weird

O how i hate winter!
At approximately 11:46am January 12, 2009 I was eating my sweet and sour chicken from the mall. I glance outside and see that there is snow falling. I immediately think o great what a glorious sight... NOT! When Katie and I left the mall all is well but then it takes an immediate turn for the worse. As we are driving we turn the corner and slid coming within centimeters from a parked car. Our hearts stop for a second and then look ahead to see a train. only having a few minutes to get to school before the next bell rings we begin to panic. We had both thought that we left way early, earlier then we needed but when we glance at the clock we notice that we only have about four minutes to get back. Now we have to sit at the stop light to wait for the train to pass only hoping it wont take more then a second. Stuck behind a bus we realize that we will have to stop at the train tracks which messes everything up. Now that the bus is only driving about 5mph my heart beats faster and faster I begin to sweat. "Well the bell should be ringing now" Katie said to me as I look at her with fear in my eyes(2 minutes pass). We park the car jump out and run to the doors only to realize how windy it is and how cold the snow is that is hitting our necks. We get inside the school only to find out that the bell still has not rung. Relieved we get to our locker and get on to class. Within the next period it starts to worsen outside. And now at this point in time it is snowing heavily and is very windy. Oh the joys of winter.

In my childhood i always had a blanket that was my very favorite. I got it for Christmas or some birthday i dont remember for sure. This blanket I took with me everywhere and i mean everywhere! This thing was torn up and a mess but i wouldnt let anyone touch it. my very favorite part about this blanket was the silk edges. But for some odd reason my mom hated that old thing and wanted me to get rid of it. So for my birthday when I was about 3 or 4 my mom got me a new blanket but I didnt understand that the reason that she got it for me was so that I would get rid of the old one. when I found out thats what she wanted i ran to my room and cried forever. I did get over it but it did take a little time to heal the holes of my heart from losing my favorite blanket.