Compliments

I honestly don't like compliments. I don't know what to do with them. I usually mutter an "Um, thanks". I've gotten some pretty weird compliments. Apparently, people think I have pretty hair (said by a random waitress at Cracker Barrel), an amazing voice (says a girl in my choir), a cool name (says another girl in my choir), very poetic ( My friend Tiffany and the guy I helped with his poem), and a good writer (My aunt). It's weird. I like my hair fine, I think I have an ok voice, poetry was grilled in to my mind in fifth grade, and reading as much as I do I never thought my writing was as good. But hey, I'm in the midst of reading Dickens. Great Expectations is really good. I'm curious as to what you think: Dickens or Poe? Well this weekend I went to see Mama Mia. It was really funny! It's my third show. I really want to see The Phantom of the Opera and Marry Poppins. Here's a poem

An ode to the theatre:
Mad, happy, sad,
one can always tell,
what is portrayed,
by characters played,
a facade of amusement,
purely entertainment,
awaits behind the curtain,
waiting to be drawn,
the orchestra is tuning,
the conductor is awaiting,
the actors begin.
What is the end?
a moment of suspense,
What happens next?
Has our hero lived,
or does sorrow await?
What of the fair maiden,
who awaits his rescue?
Will they be wedded?
Or beheaded?
One can only hope,
that when the curtains drawn,
they will live happily on.

SOOOOOOOOOOOOOO, what do ya think? Pretty good huh? Well I best be going.
Love you more than oreos and soap operas
Holly >_<

Happy Birthday!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Holly woke up and looked at her alarm clock. 8:00 am it read. It was actually seven but she had put it an hour ahead so she'd think she was running late for school. After getting over the shock of being late she closed her eyes for another 8 minutes. Then she got up and began getting ready for school. What was the point? It all seemed so pointless. When would she ever use the knowledge of the 13 colonies in the future? She wouldn't! She'd have some new electronic device to for that stuff. After making a lunch and climbing in the car with her ESL mother, she was on her way to her current "Torture Place of Death" as she called it. She sat for about thirty minutes in he mother's classroom waiting for the bell. One thing about have a mother as a teacher you got to school early which was where Holly read. When the bell rang she picked up her monstrous books and went to Language arts class. She loved her teacher who was a fan of sarcasm and energy drinks. This was her favorite class 'cause she had it with her friend April. That used to sit together but now they have a seating chart. Holly found this unfair. She wasn't the one who did the talking. Well she probably was but she didn't notice. Class went by in an incredibly slow blur. Then was advisory which was a blow off class where they did the morning announcements and the pledges. Then Algebra where there was a test. Then Spanish which had a quiz. Than science which seemed to hang in the air like an unwanted fog. When she met up with her mom after school and they exchanged there usual "how was your day?" "good" talk she was gone. Gone from school and was now sitting at the laptop narrating her day. She stopped to take a bite of her Ramen Noodle. She thought how odd it was writing about someone who is writing about someone who is writing about someone etc. She decided it was time to go and and hit the finish button.







Sooooooooooooooooo, how'd you like my story? That all actually happened. Isn't my day exciting? I'm glad to be done. well gtg.
Holly

SORRY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I know I know it's been a while. But that infamous place grown-ups call school (a.k.a. prison) has been piling on this thing they call homework. Homework is just another thing to make you child's life more miserable. Speaking of miserable, when I was in England I saw Las Miserables. It was good. I recommend. Last night I was at my totally awesome friend's house. But for the protection of Andrea I will refrain from saying her name. Ha, ha! If you didn't catch the joke that I already said her name, I don't know what to day. I'm making one of my specialty meals: Mac and cheese. On the stove, mind you, not the microwave. Anyway back to school. I think we need another holiday. Let's call it... Holumbus day! Another joke. I think I should be a comedian. You know 'cuz i'm so humorous. Or maybe it's my cynicism. Cynicism, sarcasm, and irony are great stuff. i never leave home without 'em. Hmmmmmmmmmm. My baby-sitting job is sky-rocketing! I'm like a multi-millionaire. I bet you're all jealous. My mac and cheese is don so gtg
Holly

It's Kristen's B-DAY!!!!!!!!

Well it's a new month, and you know how I get to start it? I get to start it with sickness ad unfairness. We'll start with the sickness. I think I caught something from my choir teacher who was sick earlier on. So now I can't say five sentences with out coughing like your cat during a hairball attack. And now for the unfairness. My dad had said we all get new cell phones. But apparently all doen't include moi. Just imagine with me: You are a thirteen year old girl who is surrounded by a media throwing cell phones in your face and you out of all the student body don't have a phone. Do you feel ostracized? Out of it? Hmmmmm? To be honest, I don't really care. I mean I can deal without a phone. My school even comes with its own payphones. Isn't that cool?!?!?!?!? You're all probably like she's contradicting herself. No, that's not it. I just like sounding dramatic. >_< I tried out for the v-ball team and didn't make it. In the locker room all the girls were like "I'm soooooo nervous" and I'm all like "I don't care if I make or not" Which was cool 'cause I'm almost positive some girls actually cried. It's really hard for me to believe that I'm not at Grace anymore. Now I'm in Public school hanging out with my Asian friends. The down side to being at public school is waking up every morning. Speaking of school I just remembered I have a Spanish project due and it's not done. Gtg.
Holly