Baking Bread, Clean Sheets

As a child when I would play outside, during the spring through the summer, I remember this amazing smell of Lilacs every time a breeze came through. Our neighbors had a Lilac bush in the side of their yard and it drifted in our back yard. Every day I swam or played on our swing set, I could smell those flowers. Since I was little that has been my favorite type of flower. The relationship between us and our neighbors weren't very good, so I never got to pick them, besides one time; it was a day after a huge storm and it had ripped some of the branches right of that Lilac bush and fell in our yard. I couldn't help but pick them up smell them and take them inside and put them in a vase of water.

You're So Vain

If they were to write about me, there comments would not be nice. Haha or even close to nice! This girl has hated me since last year. She tried to make my life miserable and failed because i don't care what she thinks. Which bothers her even more. She would use not so kind words like skank and others i can't mention. She loves to glare at me, they're like daggers coming out of her eyes. If i had a chance to ever talk to her again she would probably stand there and attempt to make me cry by saying all the mean things that she wants so bad to tell me. Sadly for her i don't care what she has to say about me. That will lead to her getting angry and calling me the schools biggest hoe! Haha i just love being hated.

Beloved Toy

My favorite to had to the blue little car I got for my first birthday. It was one that you could just pedal yourself, and it had doors that really opened. It had a sunroof and a back seat. I just remember unless you were little you could not get in the back seat of it. The front seat had no ground because you walked to move it. I loved that car I used to drive it down my street, my sister though always used to take it from me and make me cry because she thought it was really cool. It meant so much to me like I legit loved that car. That was until my sister got an automatic jeep that you were actually driving that’s when it became less cool. After I was like 3 it became useless.

Odd Habit!

An odd habit of mine is I have to have my books in the order they go. They have to go by the block. I can’t just through my books in my locker; they have to be in order. 1st to 5th block order. It drives me crazy when I have a locker next to Brett Wigginton, his locker is so trashed. I mean I don’t know how he even finds his books. I can’t even stand having trash in my locker. His locker has papers coming out of the door and I don’t have a paper out of place. I don’t under stand how he can stand being so messy. It makes me want to clean his locker for him but who knows what I would find.