3.26.2009

I am 16 years old. I am not your normal kid I guess you could say. I have been to 7 different schools in my 16 years of life. I think the high school I am at right now is finally the right fit for me. I am a complete and utter theater geek and wouldn't want to be any other way. I laugh way to much...at least it burns calories =) I tend to put on a smile...always. My hair is unnaturally curly...it pisses me off. I straighten it I guess once every two weeks. my life is odd and full of ironic coincidences...maybe writing on this neo by alpha smart is just one of those type of things. I'm gonna go take my phone back now from Josie cause she is reading my texts ~~~~~ Babyyyyy

Josie: In my defense I wasn't reading her texts. I was entering an alarm for my birthday and writing "Baby should live not to breathe, but live for the moments that take your breath away."

Hello again. I'm here to chronicle the newest addition to the Meg and Jason love story. Although there's not so much chronicle as....imagery...
Put yourself in Meg's shoes. You're in love with a beautiful stranger. Never did you imagine a day dream would come true. A day dream that occupied you're mentally bored mind at work that is now a living day dream that occupies your body and mind during all your free time.
Jason couldn't be any more perfect, which is scary, because no one is perfect. Yet I'm not sure if i want to discover what is beneath. If I did I may like it, or I may not. Whatever it is, I think I want to get to know him.
-Meg

Baby, my sweet baby, my sweet baby, I'm in love with you.
We've renamed ourselves here. I've named one girl Baby. I did this because when she's feeling about five she calls me Mommy, and also I got the idea from Dirty Dancing (Can we talk about how hot Patrick Swayze is? Maybe later.) Also, she has a weird naivety, as well as being extra small that makes Baby an apt name for her. I'm her therapist. Like not even kidding. Also, I'm why she passes any of her vocab quizzes. I really am her Mommy.
I'm thoroughly convinced that I'm better at taking care of children then most of the adults in my life. Especially the ones I work for. (I'm typing without looking, by the way. It's creeping Baby and Gen out.) Like I teach Sunday school, work with autistic children, work mini-camps over vacation in which I am in charge of 8 seven year old boys or girls depending in places like chuckEcheese, stage manage at the Scarsdale JCC, and will be working at my summer camp this year. But all the times my employers tell me what to do. Usually they are wrong. Like the teacher I work for Sunday school tells me that I should be treating the kids less like adults. I don't treat them like adults, I treat them like people, which they are. They're not stupid, they're second graders. I had to take classes to work with autistic kids, and all the stuff that they told me to do just freaked my kids out. I'm sixteen years old and I'm better at taking care of children then they're parents. At least baby knows it.
-Josie

WRITE ABOUT ME JOSIE AND ALL OF THE WAYS I HAVE INSPIRED YOU !!!!<33*--GENEVIEVE--<33*

Genevieve inspires me. She inspires me to study in Spanish. At the beginning of the year, she was pretty fricken at Spanish. I would do her homework and she would drive me to the bagel place. I didn't actually think Gen would be a good driver, but she actually kind beasts. According to her, I was proven wrong. She had a jeep, and there are always has like six cars in her drive. I'm her neighbor by the way, not her like stalker. Also, her Dad has a boat fetish. My dad thinks it's funny. Gen says he's going down to the boat Saturday. Actually he's probably going to live there. Gen's boat has two rooms and two bathrooms. One time Baby dove off a boat. I'll spare you from the rest of that story, even if she thinks it's a good one. Anyway, now Genieveve is good at Spanish. She studies and stuff. She's wonderful because in first grade I went her house and she let me play with her Polly pocket mall. Now we're friends.
Now drive me somewhere.
-Josie

Josie really does save me from failing my vocab quizzes omg I just learned something new! In middle school Josie told Gen that her hair is as fake as her friends...God I love Josie. Anyways I was sitting in the hallway today and I hear this random singing voice it was one of the English teachers... yea our school is odd. (Good story Baby! -Josie) Josie is currently singing west side story. Just like Josie instead of typing while looking at people I tend to text and look at people and talk about completely different things. Josie sounds like she is trying to be a surfer she just said yea man...Josie is not a surfer. Josie doesn't like looking like everyone else....she has trouble with that. She has an obsession with camp. I think I like know the people she rants about daily...btw if any of you are reading this you guys sound pretty awesome...not gonna lie.
-Baby

School ends soon.
YAY!
<33 Genevieve
(She means the school day.)

So Dad's at chemo, and Mom can't drive but she's at the theater anyway, and I think my Grandmother who lives in the next town over is playing bridge or something, so I got picked up by one of her friends. It wasn't a name I recognized from my Dad's text, and it wasn't on of my favorites when I saw her through the windshield. Clearly it wasn't Grandma's favorite either because I don't see very often. Her sleek camry was new, and an uncomfortable sort of nice. It smelled like rubbing alcohol and butterscotch hard candies. Polite, if not awkard small talk that I wasn't exactly actively engaged in ensued, and then I walked out of the car and into the doctor's office.
Thank God I take my road test next month.
Anyway, I have to go to the eye doctor because on a count of my dyslexia we don't know if I can't see or I just plain can't read. The school nurse once told my mother I qualified to be legally blind until she explained that my problem of matching letters and their sounds might have had something to do with my ill fated eye test.
But anyway, there was this small girl in the waiting room with her Mom. I think she was one of those kids adopted from China, but she was mad cute. Her mother was deliberately and overly loud while her daughter was soft-spoken. She got a pink lollipop that matched her pink outfit.
OH WAIT. So apparently I can't read or see. but there are little peices of plastic in my eyes and it's mad weird.
I never even knew my world was blurry.
-Josie