A Diary Entry

I really didn’t know what to write today so I decided to just write about my day today… I mean, why not? So, here we go!

Dear Diary,

Today was fine, I guess. I mean, I didn’t have coffee this morning, which is always horrible! I had a headache! And I fell asleep in three of my classes because of this problem.

Anyways, it was my good friend’s birthday today so I gave her reeses peanut butter cups and a pack of trident gum. I also posted a happy birthday thing on my Instagram as well as my Snapchat.

I will not lie, I was a force to be reckoned with this morning. I was sleep deprived and hadn’t got my shot of energy (coffee) this morning. Seriously, my body decided that the only way that I will ever be able to stay awake is if I have coffee in me! I wasn’t even trying to fall asleep! At least not in Math because I was trying to learn so I could understand it, but I kept on drifting off! We weren’t even learning a boring lesson that morning! It was giving me a headache to keep my eyes open because my eyelids were so heavy!

I was probably a bit rude to some of my friends because of my conditions. I was snappy all day, like a chiwauwaa. (what?!?)

Lunch today was bad because my mom didn’t pack me a spoon or a fork and the stuff my school uses to clean their utensils is simply disgusting so I had to give my salad to my friend Kylie! Thankfully my birthday friend brought in ice cream sandwiches so I didn’t starve to death!

After lunch, we were FORCED to go outside by our teachers, probably because they wanted to stay inside and gossip about us! I didn’t want to go outside! It was sort of cold out and I didn’t have a jacket so I had to put my hands in my shirt for warmth!

When we finally got back in it was time for Music class. We have to choose a song to sing as out eighth grade song. I’m pretty sure we’re going to Livin’ on a Prayer by Bon Jovi! At least that’s the one I’m voting for. I love that song! The class period was pretty fun because we got to listen to a lot of songs and just talk.

Next we had Religion, which was as uneventful as usual.

So, after Religion, Bell, Kylie, and Beyonce were standing outside by the lockers just talking about how the project shouldn’t be so rushed, like any group of friends, when a teacher approached them like, “What are you guys doing? Sounds like you’re gossiping?” Then this other teacher heard and got involved, “Is there a problem here?” Um no… and if there were it wasn’t any of your business! They weren’t even gossiping in the first place! Gossiping is spreading false rumors.

Then that teacher took things a step further and had a “chat” with Bell! It is really unfair of the teachers to keep on torturing her. Don’t they know she’s under enough stress already and you are probably not helping! Poor Bell.

After school I had guitar, which went smoothly, except for the fact that my parents forgot what time they had to pick me up and were an HOUR late! I basically spent this time just walking around town, hauling my guitar behind me.

Later tonight, June, Claire, and I went shopping for Polar Plunge costumes. (Polar plunge is where you jump into a freezing lake.) We are going to be synchronized swimmer. We all got cute one piece swimsuits and swim caps that we will glue flowers on for our costumes! It will be so funny!

Finally, I had voice tonight. I’m very excited because I made this elite recital and have to practice my songs for it!

Love,

Josie

So that was a day in my life. Hope you enjoyed!

Stay Gold,

Josie

The Notebook (Follow-Up)

Ok, so you probably read my last post and began to worry (once again) about my sanity. I’m sorry, I was not at all thinking straight. I was watching it with my best friend and we both started crying our eyes out! If you were there you would probably think our crying was the most pathetic thing ever. We were crying about trees and tissues near the end of our cry session. 

If you haven’t seen the movie go watch it right now, I doubt you’ll be able to relate to me unless you go watch it. I promise you that you will cry your eyes out. By the end of the movie I was not functioning correctly because I was so sad. I couldn’t even talk! 

I went onto my Snapchat memories, where I had saved a bunch of videos of Abby and I crying, and just started laughing!

It was pretty funny, but the movie is really sad. Just watch it and you will be in my position.

Stay Gold,

Josie

The Notebook

Just saw the saddest thing ever. I can’t, it’s just so sad and this is basically a drunken from tears posts and I’m not thinking bout straight because it’s so sad! (I’m not actually drunk that was a figure of speech.)

Why Nicholas Sparks? Why???? Imagine people actually going through that situation. He read that book to her everyday just for five minutes with his truest love. I’m sorry I can’t… I just can’t! They were heiebwujsbeusjebeisxamt I jail can’t it was so sad! This just just explains how I’m feeling  crying rn I just can’t it’s was so sad and anybody who laughs me because I I’m crying is mean it was so sadnfubrhrhrhrbrvdbsjsjanwbebebebebddbfbbfbdnfj en.  What about my grandparents?????? I hate my life it’s so sad because of this movie and I just wanna be happy but this movie is making me really sad and Abby’s crying too and it’s making me cry even more and wouldn’t be able to watch it again and I can’t I’m just sad stay gold,

Josie

Some Gossip from my Life

Ok, so recently some stuff has been happening with my friend, and being the drama obsessed, Cosmopolitan reading, rom-com watching teen I am, it’d be a sin not to let you in on it. 

Ok, so this girl in my class, one of my best friends in fact, is very into video games, something I like, but am no good at, and something that attracts guys a lot. 

Anyway, she plays with these two guys in my class who are best friends with each other. Anyways, at ski club, this guy confided in me and June that he had a huge crush on my friend… My poor unassuming friend, just trying to hang out with the guys. 

He actually really liked her though. Like genuine attraction which made things even sadder because I know that the attraction was not mutual, for my friend had confided in me that she liked this guys best friend, to make matters like ten times worse! I swear, SHE gets a love triangle and not ME? *sighs* how is that fair? Thanks life!

Anyways, I was just like “You’re in Middle School, it’s not like you guys are going to date. Middle School relationships never work out.” I said this because I didn’t want to tell him the truth which was, “sorry, she’s not into you, she’s into your best friend.” I thought that that would be a little cruel. 

Anyway, he was dead panned on giving my friends a Valentines Day gift, an expensive one nonetheless. I tried my hardest to convince not to do it (and I can be pretty persuasive) , but alas! He was lovestruck. 

My friend accepted the gift as something her friend got her. Realizing he was STILL in the friend zone, he asked her to see a movie. She said, “Yes, but as friends.”

Ok now, here’s where things get interesting. You know the guy’s best friend, the guy who my friend liked?!? Well he asked my friend to be HIS Valentine. Well obviously my friend is doing something right! She said “Ok” and the first guy thought she was joking about it. He thought that they were dating each other. I don’t know how he came to that reasoning, but he did. 

It’s now become this whole thing. Personally I’m on team (name of guy she likes) because they both like each other. Also, it’s unfair because she keeps getting all this free stuff from the guys! She basically controls them! Thank God it wasn’t me who was in that position, I’d definitely abuse my power. Anyways, that’s all I have for now, I’ll catch you up on things later. 

Stay Gold,

Josie

My Competitive Spirit

I am a very competitive person. It is hard to tell this about me when first meeting me. There are two main things that drive my competitive spirit (there are many other things) Snapchat and Monopoly. 

Snapchat is all about the snap score for me. I am OBSESSED with making my snap score higher than everyone else’s. I will literally scroll through my friends on snapchat and check everyone of their scores, making a mental note of who has a lower score than me, is catching up to me, or is higher than me. Right now my goal is 100,000 and I’m halfway there. My thrill in life is passing up people who have had snapchat longer than me. I have streaks with people I barely even talk to just to build up my score! See with snapchat, you don’t need a lot of friends because it doesn’t count followers like Instagram does. Sometimes I’ll spam my friends or even celebrities who don’t even add me as a friend. I just spam them to improve my score! I know, I am a horrible person, but Snapchat really feeds my competitive side. 

I’m pretty sure that the competiveness that monopoly brings is self explanatory. I become ruthless in monopoly. I have made people quit the game because I become so mean. Also, either I win and be really rude to everyone, or I quit and be really rude to everyone. Last time I played monopoly was before a weekend and I avoided my friends the entire weekend. I wanted them to know that I was mad at them so I would open bomb them on Snapchat and not answer their texts. All of this just because I felt that this game of Monopoly was so important. I almost started crying! Monopoly brings out the worst side of me. 

These aren’t the only things I’m competitive about, but they’re the main things. I’m very competitive whenever someone challenges me. 

Last year we did this mock election with fake parties. I was nominated and I knew that I HAD to win! I was obsolete. My character was named Holly Wood. I was one of those sketchy politicians who broke the law and bribed people for votes all while making people be quiet about my secret plans. (It wasn’t REALLY bribing for votes, we were giving candy to people that said “Vote for Holly Wood.” 

Bell was my VP and we slayed. We made it through the primary election like the queens we are and pretty soon it was time to choose a campaign manager. We knew that we had to get the guy vote so we had two choices for campaign manager in mind, both of them very popular. 

We eventually sided with one, mainly because we thought that they’d be more focused. The other guy still helped with my campaign. Taylor, the girl I was up against (and also my friend) choose the smartest boy in my class, a person who I often compete with. I beat him in the first round so he was very much against me. 

Everything got so tense. It even got to the point where our campaign manager and Taylor’s campaign manager got in a fight with each other. 

Propaganda was being made, speeches were written, everyone was getting ready for Election Day. 

Let me just say, I went up there and gave my speech with such finesse that I just had to win!

You’ll never guess what happen. My class mangaged to get the 1/60 chance of making the result a tie. Now Taylor and I are th co presidents of our class. 

That was actually a really fun unit, but it really brought out my competitive side. 

Arguments also make me competitive. I hate being wrong about something because I usually never am… Just kidding, but still, I’m very smart-aleky. I will pick arguments just for the sake of arguing to make me feel good about myself when I win. 

I’m just going to end this here. Sorry this post was all over the place, hey, so was The Catcher in the Rye, and look where that is! Do I reference that book too much? Of course not, rude of you to judge me! Ok, I’m going to just say bye now. 

Stay Gold,

Josie

Love Advice From Someone who has no Clue what they’re Talking About

Whether you choose to believe it or not, I actually give my friends who have relationships love advice. I don’t know what would make them come to me. You know, some have said that I look a bit like Cupid, so that could be it, but as I said, I’m the love guru. I’ll admit, I’m exaggerating a bit considering the fact that only like five of my friends actually have relationship problems, but I really only have like nine close friends, so…

In situations where I have to use my knowledge (that I’ve taken from Cosmopolitan), I just put on a confident face and talk about solutions to their relationship problems. By the way I talk about this love stuff, you would never realize that I have never been in a relationship. Just by looking at me you wouldn’t believe it. Just kidding!

Personally, I think middle school relationships are stupid. That may be a bit biased coming from a girl who has never been in one, but honestly, what are these middle-schoolers thinking? “Hmm… how can we make the awkward years more awkward??? Hmmm… I know! Awkward relationships!”

Still, if the circumstances are right, I can see middle school relationships actually being somewhat cute. My friends Abby is mainly the one I give advice to. I honestly love hearing about her relationships! I love gossip even more than the teachers at my school!

Anyways, here is some advice for you this Valentines Day!

Tip #1

Don’t be too picky when searching for the right guy. If you set your expectations too high, you will never be able to find someone! Nobody’s perfect, not even your dream guy.

Tip #2

Don’t set your expectations too low. You don’t want to start a relationship with a jerk who will lie to you. Look for someone with at least half of the things on your list.

Tip #3

Act normal around your crush. Don’t try to pretend to be something you aren’t or cooler than you actually are (me). If the guy doesn’t like you for who you are than why would it ever work out between the two of you? (Some sick reasoning right there, am I right?)

Tip #4

Actually talk to him! Don’t just stare at him from afar. You should initiate a conversation. Make it something that’s easy for you to talk about so you feel more calm if you get tongue tied, but also make sure you give him time to talk. Once you get your crush talking, pay attention to him.

Tip #5

Don’t care too much about rejection. So, not every crush turns out the way we want it too. It’s fine. Think of it this way, you basically just dodged a bullet because would you want to date someone who doesn’t like you? (Unless they were Dave Franco. If you have the chance to date Dave Franco, take it!)

So those were some of my tips. I know, how much did I sound like a cheesy teen magazine? Well, hope you meet the one this Valentines Day! ❤

Stay Gold,

Josie

P.S. I’m having trouble coming up with blog post ideas. Please comment if you have any?

My Dream Date, First Kiss, and Guy❤️

If a guy even gets close to this I will be the happiest girl ever!

I am a sucker romance… And money, let’s not forget money.🤑 Just kidding. Anyways, like any romcom obsessed teenage girl, I’ve thought of my first date, first kiss, meetcute, and all of that cheesy love stuff going perfectly. Considering the fact that I’ve never even been complimented by a boy (just kidding, I have, but by none I like) my dates will never happen and if they do, it won’t be for a long time.

Anyways, since it’s almost Valentines Day, I’m going to do some love related posts, despite never being in a relationship in my life! Yay!

My Perfect Date

Let’s start with my perfect date…

We met while I was exploring France. He knew that I haven’t really seen the city. He asked me where I was staying the night before and the next morning he picks me up on a Vespa.

He takes me to a nice pastry shop in France for breakfast. He then shows me all of his favorite places in Paris. We see a mime and get a picture painted of us. Oh, remember, there has to be some music playing in the background as we travel throughout Paris. Some sort of montage I guess. What’s love without a montage?

Anyways, we’d end our perfect day, with a candlelit and moonlit dinner on the top of his apartment building that has the perfect view of the Eiffel Tower. We are eating some delicious French cuisine that he cooked himself. Some French music is playing in the backround. Once we are done eating, he would extend his hand to me and say, “Voulez-vous danser?” with that beautiful French accent of his. Considering the fact that I am a major geek and have searched those words to write on my blog thirteen years ago, I will know that he said, “Would you care to dance?” 

I, of course, say yes, and we dance the night away with the moon shining down on us!

Is that not the most romantic thing ever?

Of course I’m old enough to know that that’s not real romance. That’s like the romance the luckiest few find. That’s like John Legend and Chrissy Tiegen romance. But, let’s be real, are they not the cutest couple? I need a John Legend!

First Kiss

I haven’t had my first kiss yet (Does fantasizing it count?). Believe me, you would know if I had my first kiss because I would come on here, create a blog post titled “First Kiss Fiasco” (Knowing me, it will probably be a fiasco. As much as I would like that blog post to be titled “First Kiss Fantasy” or even better “First Kiss Dave Franco”, it will most certainly be a fiasco) and write like 900 words on  why it was fiasco. Even though I expect it to be a disaster, that doesn’t stop me from envisioning my first kiss to be perfect and romantic.

It would be in high school, maybe even my  first year. We would go to the dance together. Before the dance we brought a candle and a red tablecloth to Culver’s and made a fancy Culver’s dinner. (Thanks for the idea, you know who you are.) We would eat ButterBurgers and have a great time laughing about stupid things and our shared awkwardness. We’d probably not dance very much at the dance because we both suck at dancing. We’d have one slow dance though. And at the end of the slow dance, he’d say some cheesy one liner and kiss me!

It would be so perfect and out friends would all take pictures!

I know, I’m such a romantic!

My Perfect Guy

Like every other teenage girl, I’ve imagined my perfect guy. He would be a bit taller than me, ideally would have brown hair and also blue eyes. He would play the guitar like a regular Shawn Mendes (Not that I would ever date Shawn Mendes… Just a look a like, he’s all yours Bell.) He would have nice eyebrows and a chiseled jawline. He would be healthy, but not so buff that he can rip off his shirt by flexing his arms, I don’t want my perfect guy to rip his shirt everytime he flexes. (That was supposed to be a joke.) He would be hilarious and amazing at romantic gestures. He would have to have a great singing voice and occasionally write me a song. He would have to be patient, but impatient about the same things I am. He wouldn’t be one of those over-protective guys who get jealous easily, despite how jealous I will probably get. He will have a good sense of style and never wear joggers or tank-tops. That’s fine if you’re into that kind of thing, but not for me.

So, if you know anyone like that, tell them that there’s a 14 year old girl who is single and ready to mingle!

Stay Gold,

Josie