Just An Average Teenager

Okay, it works. Guys, I can now send posts right from my phone...so if I die or something amazing happens...I'll send a picture. HOW COOL IS THAT?!

<3 madi

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Ok so I actually looked accurately at where I was in the realm of page views...

Pageviews all time history

1,677

I must say, not too shabby! But I was looking at where people go from when they're viewing and such, and it's either my friend Elena's blog, my friend Jake's blog, or this website in the top three:
http://remroom.ru/

Click that. It's in a foreign language. I find that quite peculiar. And it's not like it was once either. Strange? I think so!

I love how the two main things people search on google and find this blog through are hitchhiker's guide quotes... what an honor. :D Anyways.

LOOK

United States 1,557 Russia 15 South Korea 13 Mexico 12 United Kingdom 11 Thailand 11 Venezuela 11 Canada 8 Brazil 7 Taiwan 7

I get page views from Russia, man!!! I know where the Brazil and Taiwan ones came from though. :P

So this boosted my blog confidence. End of story.

<3 madi

This is what happens when I try to write a serious essay about death and meaning.

Curse my father for his sense of humor when making fun of my cheesy, cliché endings... and this is what I wrote instead, just to spite him.

And now to write an actual closing sentence. Why can't I be a normal person? Because it's just too damn boring.

<3 madi

You wanna see pathetic?
This is what I do in my spare time.
I figure out new ways to make Word '11 for Mac cool.

For this first one I wasn't even thinking about posting it on my blog until after, so I was doing this purely for fun and for myself...pathetic? yes. insane? yes. out of the ordinary? nah.

....told you I was pathetic. I'M EASILY AMUSED, SUE ME.

<3madi

HOLY CRAP. JUST LOOKED AT MY PROFILE AND SAW SOMETHING EXTREMELY EXCITING AND PATHETIC AT THE SAME TIME.

I HAVE EXACTLY 42 PAGE VIEWINGS.


On the one hand:
That's kinda pathetic because if you think about it the majority of those were probably me, which means there are only like 3 people who actually LOOK at my blog. And they've each only looked at it like 6 times. And I've been here since May.

On the other hand:
HA! 42! I WIN! **dances**
(If you don't get this reference, shame. Go read Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy or I refuse to speak to you. Not really. But go.)

Now, you 3 people who look at my blog every once in a while, go read the less recent post cause this one's almost pointless and I put a whole lot more work into the other one.

GO.

<3madi

As you can see from the extensively long title, I was procrastinating (what a surprise! gasp!) today, and I was lookin' for something to catch my interest. I found this blog that took inspiration from my beloved Hyperbole and a Half (sound like anyone?) and began to read. I suppose I shouldn't have started at the earliest post. It was unfair. My earliest post is boring and stupid (as are the rest of them) and I wouldn't want anyone to base their opinion of my blog on my earliest post. BUT, I did. And I read the beginning... I was impressed so far! Interesting topic, whatever... but behold, an error. One of my pet peeves... 
This person, who I assume is a very nice, respectable, blog-tastic young lady, replaced "lose" with "loose"... twice, actually... I couldn't bear to read on. And that sounds rude and horrible (probably because it's rude and horrible), but I just have a thing for grammar...


PEOPLE. LOOSE AND LOSE ARE TWO DIFFERENT WORDS.


If they weren't, there would probably be drastic communication consequences. And if I were funny and able to think of examples, I would put them here. But I'm not and I can't. So you're just gonna have to be creative. 


UPDATE: I just went back to the post to give it a second chance. Found a few more typos, but the post had quite a good message. I'm going to take the things this person laid out and agree with them! Yay!
So it's about things she's learned about love. Obviously I've got a lot to learn... so I'mma teenagify this shniz.
(She put more stuffies in here that I'm going to replace with mine... comments under the numbered stuff. And I fixed the typos. This is actually a really good post. I'm just obnoxious.) 


1. You can spend, minutes, hours, days, weeks or even months over-analyzing a situation; trying to put the pieces together, justifying what could've, would've happened - or you can just leave the pieces on the floor and move on.

Hah. GUILTY. Overanalyzing stuff is sooo not worth the time... most likely, it doesn't mean anything. (COUGH HYPOCRITE BLOGGER COUGH) So although sometimes it's good to pay attention to people, make sure you don't take what they're saying and twist it SO much that your brain explodes trying to figure out what this person could POSSIBLY have meant by such and such action/phrase/etc. Most likely, you WILL live not knowing every single thought in this person's head. I promise.

2. Don't be afraid to be alone.

I know this is good advice, but being alone is scary! Buuuuut she's right.......... you have to be independent. Because without a firm "me", there can never be a firm "us".


Look at me, bein' all logical.


3. Don't fall so quickly, you lose yourself in the process.

Okay, so I guess what she's saying here is make sure you keep who you are, even if you are devoted to someone else. Make sure you're (insert name here), not (insert name here)'s boy/girlfriend.

4. Don't be afraid to speak up if you have a problem with a relationship, and don't be afraid to end it.

Agh. See this is hard too. But yes yeeees, you are right Ms. Wise Blogger. 
1. Speaking up
Si, make sure you speak up if you have a problem, but make sure it's not nagging. No one's gonna want someone who's trying to change their significant other (SO for the rest of this post and eternity) for their benefit...know when to stop.
2. Ending it
If you've done all you can, end it I suppose... and it'll be hard but do what ya gotta do? I have no idea, I don't have any experience with any of this! Haahaha I'm gonna abstain from commenting on this...

5. The end is of "us" is not the end of "me".

Sorta repetitive. But basically you'll move on, everything will get better, even though it feels like your life is gonna end right now, you will look back and say how, as my great friend Elena taught me, the pain has made you stronger.

6. It's ok if you move on slower than he does.

I mean at some point you have to let go I guess, but taking a while doesn't mean you're weak, it means you cared.

7. You WILL move on.

...said this :) 


So yes, good post, I'm obnoxious, teenagers are dramatic, blah blah blah.


AAAANYWAY.
I was asked a LOOONG time ago to make a comic about test grades. I will. I promise. Eventually. Maybe. 


...Maybe. Better go with maybe.


I love you all.


Sorry for disappearing off the face of the earth (as far as this blog is concerned) for the past month or so. Not that anyone cares. 


<3madi


PS there's probably a few errors in here and I therefore am a hypocrite because I don't feel like proofreading.

Hey, guys!

I'd like to let you know about a great cause that I support.

LLS's, or Leukemia and Lymphoma Society's, Light the Night walk is very soon, which means we need donations now more than ever.

Not only is it a great cause, but Stage Left Children's Theater is a firm supporter of LLS because one of our dear friends and alumni has recently been diagnosed. This gives us all the more reason to help all we can.

Please, if you can, donate here:
http://pages.lightthenight.org/wch/Rockland10/MDeming

A little donation of even $5 dollars will make all the difference.

Please donate whatever you can.

Thank you,
Madi

P.S., in case you ever need the link, it's now in the box to the left that says BLOGS AND SITES TO VISIT... and yes, it used to be labeled affiliates :P

Here is what is described in the previous blog post:

Oh yes, I forgot to mention that if anyone ever wanted to ask me advice they still can.  I just figured I'd try a new approach since no one ever asked ahaha, but yes. 


Paintbrush has become a hobby of mine.


If you ever want me to attempt to draw you something (and believe me, I will try my best, but my best is still at the level of 'sucks quite a bit' on the awesometicity spectrum...) then I shall :P 


That is all.


<3 Madi

Here's some randomness for ya...
This is a picture that my friend Liz drew for me. 

I had just gotten off my bus, approached my front door (this was about 15 minutes ago, mind you, so I am still a bit shaky from it), and unlocked it when I see, RIGHT next to my hand, THE BIGGEST, MOST SCARY DADDY LONG LEGS I HAD EVER SEEN IN MY LIFE.  


How it was:

I just wanted to highlight something amazing that has been placed over yonder -->

MY FRIEND BRIAN MADE IT FOR ME.  IT MAKES ME FEEL QUITE SPECIAL AND HAPPY INSIDE.
Look how talented he is!!! Thanks, Brian :DDDD

You guys know the feeling you get when you've just about had enough of summer boredom and you're excited for a new year? (Maybe that's just me.... o_O)  And then on the first day you get that rush of excitement and adrenaline?  Sorta like this:

And finally, about two or three weeks in, when the work is piled so high you can't even see where it stops anymore, you start to feel (and most likely even LOOK) like this:

Okay, so today my friends and I went for a walk to my old elementary school to take a break from homework. (Yeah, we're nerds.)  As we were bringing out our inner elementary school children and sliding down the slide, a group of scary-looking people began to approach us.  I was quite intimidated by their black clothing and baggy jeans, and as they got closer we realized that they were seventh graders.  Since we were ninth graders, it shouldn't have been that big of a deal, right?  We should be able to handle a bunch of seventh grade hooligans!  We were so very wrong.


They recognized one of my friends, Fishy42, as someone from their bus, and immediately began shouting his name and attempting to hug him, which, apparently, in perverted seventh grade language, means something close to molesting.  As we started to walk back to my house, they followed.  My first thought was, "WHAT IF THEY FOLLOW ME ALL THE WAY TO MY HOUSE AND THEY FIND OUT WHERE I LIVE AND THEY COME IN THE MIDDLE OF THE NIGHT AND RAPE ME AND KILL ME IN MY SLEEP?!"  As you could guess, I tried to be sneaky and pretend like my house was on some random side street near my school.  As we turned, one of them shouted, "THAT'S NOT WHERE YOU LIVE!" 


"What?!" I replied.
"That's not where you live."
"How do YOU know?!"
"You live next to Vinny."


My heart sank as realization hit me: Vinny is my neighbor's name.


CREEPYSTALKERMIDDLESCHOOLERS!


Scared out of my mind by these little seventh grade boys who not only were following us and throwing acorns and crab apples (YOU DON'T KNOW HOW MUCH THOSE LITTLE VERSIONS OF DELICIOUS FRUITS HURT!), but also knew where I lived, we continued onto a few more random side streets.  Eventually they got bored and stopped following us, but I was pretty sure I was going to be raped by a seventh grade boy and be scarred by the sight of a playground slide for the rest of my life.


So, in conclusion, I change my picture that is supposed to portray middle school in the previous blog post to this:

Okay, so I recently became a freshman in high school, and it is juuuust a biiiiit different than middle school.


FIRST of all, it's COMPLICATED.  Like really, at least in middle school all the wings were the same.  SQUARES. SIMPLE GEOMETRIC FIGURES.  In high school, it's all "I'MMA BE ALL WEIRD AND CONFUSE YOU! MWAHHH!" So the numbers are like, "Room #1... Room # 45,000... Room # 7,000,528... Room # 7 and a half...."


Not to mention the difference in the size of the students.  In eighth grade you can be like "I'M BIGGAH THAN THE SIXTH GRADAHS!"

You know, I don't know about you guys, but I ALWAYS find myself saying the LAMEST comebacks to things that don't necessarily warrant comebacks at all.


And they usually involve "your face." 


And they usually make absolutely no sense.

But seriously, why do I continue to say these things?  Not only are they nonsensical, but it's not like if I keep practicing it it'll come to be any use in a real life situation.

Okay, so I posted my short story here, and it really sucked, right? 
Yeah.
So I edited it a little.
It still sucks.
But it sucks a little less.
Here.