Headaches........ Why????

My head pounds like a hammer to a nail......

Headaches. The bane of a teens existence. The worst part being that no one ever believes you have it. Apparently, being under 18 years of age means you don't feel pain or get sick. You are always trying to get out if something.

But yet, if my mother has a migraine, I get stuck with making dinner. I have to do the dishes. I have to give the kids a bath.

Is there a word for special treatment because of age?

Even little kids have it! My younger brother, age 11, NEVER gets in trouble. Its always my fault. And the kid I'm babysitting, Taylon, same deal. Despite being grounded, the kid is at his friends RIGHT NOW.

But what can we do? I mean, I'm all for teens taking over the world, but that sounds a little like overkill.

With all the feeling a teenager can muster,

Daizy

Summer Jobs..... Who Is The Insane Inventor??

Hey, Sorry its been so long.

I know I told you about my summer job, babysitting evil incarnate, my cousin Taylon. Well, turns out he is worse than the devil. He is the person who inspired the devil to go bad. I mean, this kid is abusive. I have bruises from him elbowing me, and I might be emotionally scarred from his insults. I know the kid is only ten, but I swear I'm gonna beat some sense into him.

I get paid fifty dollars a week to do watch him for six hours, clean the house and watch him when my aunt decides to go out. But what wasn't part of the deal was that everyone wants me to pay for all my stuff now. Granted, before it was difficult to convince my mother to buy any kind of luxury, but now its near impossible. The responsibility is all piling up at one time.

Not to mention how much I miss my friends. Britt and Cass, Sydney and Corey, Jake and Jonathon, Drake and Caleb. I could go on and on. If any of you guys are reading this, I MISS YOU!!!!

Ironically, I'm kind of excited to go back to school. Freedom is nice, but after nine months of nonexistent free time, 24/7 of nothing BUT free time is a little overwhelming. But, hey, its good not to be sitting at a desk listening to teachers drone about prepositions and fractions, right?

With all the feeling a teenager can muster,

Daizy

This sucks

Its been eleven days since school ended, and I am just doing something fun today. Sure, I stayed over at Caitlyn's a couple days ago, but that wasn't unusual.
Today, mom is taking all of us to the hotel that she works at, in Indy. And tomorrow, we're going to the zoo. Why would I want to go to the zoo? I've been there before. I can't have changed that much.
So, in summary, my summer has sucked so far.
But I'm starting my job Tuesday, and Amy is getting me a cell phone. That is honestly probably going to be the highlight of my summer.
Yippee.
With all the feeling a teenager can muster,
Daizy

I'll be at the pool.....

Summer.

My favorite word. Oh, pools, beaches, parks and camps, how I've missed you! There is no better activity than sleeping in until 5:00 every day, doing what you want, when you want, and how you want.

This particular summer, I already have enough activities lined up to fill it! I'm babysitting Lexis and Jadyn until the end of June, and then I'm babysitting Taylon until the end of July. Not to mention, softball goes on for the whole of June. An all summer long, I'll be reading until my eyes blur for the make waves program at APL.(APL stands for Anderson Public Library, my friends and I call it apple.)

But it's not all fun and games. I have to deal with the stress of telling my father that I'm not going through the abuse of another summer in Kentucky with my Annetta and him. My father lives in Lexington, in a two bedroom town house with, usually, three kids, Annetta and himself. Brandon uses the basement, as does Noah when he is down there, Gabi uses the second bedroom, as do I when I'm down there, and Dylan sleeps with the adults.

When I was eleven years old, my father went on a business trip, and Annetta was left with the kids.

Never a good thing.

Long story short, my mother was called, and I moved back to Anderson that very night.

So, unless you haven't guessed yet, I hate Annetta. I am a huge believer in human rights, and she doesn't seem to know they exists. She is abusive and mean.

My father. He pretends to be tough and mighty, but inside, I can clearly see, he is a sensitive man. I don't know if I can tell him that I really don't want to go back. The image of him curled into a ball on the floor beside the refrigerator, when I was two, is burned into my brain. That was when he and my mother split up. I was only two.

And, so, yeah, I'm going to shut up now. That was terribly depressing. So, bye.

With all the feeling a teenager can muster,

Daizy

Where has the time gone.....?

Three days left.

Normally, I would be completely ecstatic about the summer. And I am! Totally. But, somehow this year seems..... special. As if I won't be able to bear letting it die. What will my life consist of when I'm not rushing through these halls? When I'm not struggling through math homework? And what about the friends I only see at school? Cory, Sydney, Morgan, Reagan......

I'm not sure if this emptiness is just because this school will close down and I'll be going to another one, or some other change I'm overlooking, but I know it isn't fair. This summer is going to be great. I've got jobs set up all summer long. I've got a date set to dye my hair from this boring brown, to a brilliant red, and I've got a PARAMORE concert to go to for my birthday.

But yet..... It isn't the same as past years. I remember every year, rushing out the door, not a care in the world, the only thought in my mind screaming SUMMER SUMMER SUMMER!!

But now I'm reluctant. I walk slower to every class, stare longer at the paintings on the walls. As if I'm savoring the last of it. But I'm not. Noah will go here next year. I'll see it again.

But I'm fooling myself. It will be a different school, with different grades in it, different teachers. Different kids.

It won't be my school any more.

With all the feeling a teenager can muster,

Daizy

What kind of world do we live in?

Okay. Please tell me. Why would someone name their band SPARKLE HORSE. Seriously. I mean, why? It's not like I haven't said something like that, but I wasn't serious! I want to contact these guys, and ask them why they did that-and what kind of music they play. Lullabies?

I just needed to get that off of my chest. So, Cory and the girls are arguing about Cory's weakness. He really is weak. He can't even get the roley chair to go down he is so light! He needs someone to help him!

I'm really bored right now. Some jerk blocked YouTube from this computer, and I really want to search a SPARKLE HORSE music video.

Yesterday was HOT! I had softball practice, and running around that field almost KILLED me! At one point, I was playing right field, and the batter, Ray, totally sucked. and wasn't going to hit the ball soon, so I said to Tania,who was playing first, "Do you hear those bells, or am I going insane?"

She heard them. She said they sounded like the Ice cream Truck. But I didn't think so. I told her they sounded like church bells, and then I said, "But an ice cream would be holy right now."

She cracked up. I think it was the sun that did it to her. It wasn't even that funny. So she is literally rolling on the ground and she keeps saying, "Holy ice cream!" Coach comes over and asks what she is doing lying on the ground, and then she looks at me, like I'm going to answer for her, since she is apparently unable to speak. I just stand there, staring at Tania.

When Tania is finally able to control herself, she tells everyone my 'joke'. Utter silence. Obviously, no one else thinks it's funny. But T is still giggling.

So, back to my initial question. What kind of world do we live in, when bands are named SPARKLE HORSE, and some people find something absolutely hilarious, while no one else does? A strange one.

With all the feeling a teenager can muster,

Daizy

Fail!

Fail. We have all experienced it. You know what I'm talking about. The signs with misspelled words, the falling, the fainting, you know. But when a celebrity does it.....

Justin Bieber. The worlds shortest pop star. Not to mention his extremely girlish voice. And now, on top of all that, he runs into revolving doors on camera.

What was he trying to acheive, pushing on it like that? Was he fainting or something?

Anyway. A squirrel tried to eat me. No joke. Dee Dee and I were walking to Caitlyn's, and there was this squirrel. You know how they usually run away. Not this one. It stood there, staring at me. So I walk up to it and I'm all like, "What's up squirrel. What you looking at? Bring it!"

And it chases me! No joke! It bolts towards me and I go running down the parking lot of the abandoned church. Dee Dee is just standing there, and then the squirrel gives her this look, and she comes running after me.

Squirrels are evil.

I'm grounded again. My little brother, Noah, was being way bossy, and he is only eleven. So I was all like, "Shut up, midget. You have no right."

And he gets on facebook, and cries to my Aunt, Kris, and Then kris gets on the phone and goes off on me. And I'm all like, "You need to calm down," and now I'm grounded. I hate my life.

Morgan is putting my hair up. I don't wear my hair up. No way. Help me..... No one is helping me!!!!!

Cory says, "Assualt Morgan!"

People never stick to their friends....

With all the feeling a teenager can muster,

Daizy