Today At School

Normally, I wouldn't mind, but today was one of my very odd and unusual spasms. I was signed up to assist at the bumper sticker table, and guess what? Hannah Jolly and Hallie Spooner (not that I have anything against them) were there. They didn't sign up, so of course I didn't know. Instead I went to an empty spot at one of the registering tables. Then I got pushed over one (up one) to the A-D table. I am scheduled to help tomorrow at lunch, so nobody'd better take the J-M table.
Going on, I was working a little at the A-D table then Drew Hillhouse, or whoever was supposed to be at the table, came later. And I was kicked out. I was actually asked to be at that table, then I was booted.
Anyway.
I just wanted to post something.
I really have nothing to post...

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Hm, uh, posts are going slow.

Days are tiring.

But I can't wait until Christmas!

I should rename my blog, any suggestions? I'm going to think one up.

So Sad

I'm doing my leaderball project, for those of you who don't have an idea of what it is, it's basically a ball.
In brevity, a ball you make out of paper that has traits on it.

Anyway.

Mine is on Princess Diana. Her life was so sad. She was expected to be a boy, and no, she's not what you're thinking. She's a female, straight. But when she was born, yeah, you get the idea. I read a story about her on Yahoo when I was doing research, and still am, a little behind; the title of the story was "The Saddest Fairy Tale". I wondered why they said such a thing, but it was, it really was. Her death was devastating. She was one of the most wonderful people in the universe. She didn't come from America, she came from Britain.

I chose to do a research project on her so I could learn even more about her good, selfless, charitable acts, but also, I received the opportunity to learn even more about her life itself. How sad it was.

And why that horrible person killed her in the car accident.
Why these horrible things happen make me wonder.
What if there was no such thing as homicide? Let alone suicide?

If she had not died, the whole universe would be saved a lot of mourning. She still could have lived her life to the fullest.

But, no.

God had to take her life with some horrible thing not natural. There must have been some reason. And why, I wonder, it seems that the more terrible things happen to the good souls on Earth. I can only question.

She remains with all of us, especially in our hearts.

i know this isn't me

This isn't me, but right now, which I usually don't, I feel sad.
Lonely, and you guys ever have that feeling when your friends were just totally bluffing and not really your friends?
Ugh, I hate that feeling. But sometimes I wonder...is it real?
I don't know why people feel this way, even sometimes, and I'm not a psychlogist. But do people really want to be each other's friends? Sure, I see the occasional person with their friend from kindergarten, but I don't feel like a friend!
I was basically alone at the lunch table today, yay me, until Justine and her friends came except they just didn't have any space at their table and they weren't really talking to me.
I'll be one less tomorrow, because I'll be at the ropes course thing. I don't even know if I'll have friends to hang out with.
Trust fall? What if the people drop you? I want to, but not then.

Real friends say I.
Hm, I don't know why I'm going through this. I miss seventh grade, and I want Christmas and the summer and the long weekend to come.
:)

Hey guys!

Before there's an outage, I'm going to post this. Very important message.
I'm forming a new club! Ms. Paris hasn't replied to me yet, and I sent her the e-mail a couple weeks ago, but I'm assuming since she's the principal, "new", and school just started, she's probably busy. Especially since she's the principal, I don't want to mess with her authority. :) Basically, I can't send her any more even though I really want to form it before I go to 9th grade and because it's just no use. If she's not replying to me now, she won't until a few months later. Besides that point, I can't send her ten e-mails a day.
Especially with that bad experience a little while ago.

So I am looking forward to making that club. So...GUYS (girls, whatever), MY FRIENDS, JOIN!
Emma, you'd be a very friendly asset. If only we had a bigger lunch table... :)

September 11, 2001

In rememberance of the victims of 9/11...a moment of silence.

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I've figured, for a long time, that most of you reading my blog have been wondering why my blog name is "The Miniature Onion".
Why?
Because someone, ahem, Sophia, who is forbidden to read The Onion, but reads the online version anyway because she says, "My mom said I couldn't read the newspaper," so much loves it.

So...since this is about news...I guess, somewhat, let's just say I had no other idea what to call my blog and forbidden came into my mind, and that led to "The Miniature Onion".