Vacation vacation....

So boring -_________- I should be doing homework, but remember, I said should, not like I will. Yet... Yeah, I should probably get to that at some point soon...

-Unknown Athena

P.S. How is everyone's vacation? Will anyone comment? I feel lonely :(

OMG, please kill meh now (not legit)

My mom, wants, me, in, the, hospital. I want to kill somebody, or something. Whatever. It's Passover, a holiday that I like, and can see my family. But no, she wants me gone. Damn. It. All. To. Hell. I'm not depressed anymore, and I've been eating like crazy the past three days. My breakfast must have been at least 800 calories or something. No more tea for me, I'm drinking hot cocoa. Yummy hot cocoa. My dad helped me write out a plan to turn it around on the phone this morning, so I have a smidgen of a chance that I'll be at my house for the Passover sader. (Yeah, I have no clue how to spell that...) How can I win this??

-Unknown Athena

I'm so scared, please help

I come home from a fun, happy sleepover. To what, you may ask? My mom on the phone, with my therapist, talking about possibly admitting me back; to the hospital. I think I may kill someone. Not literally, but you know what I mean. She then called my nutritionist, and talked for awhile. And since I was sad and knew I need to gain, I ate half a box of Trefoils and some hot cocoa. Maybe that was a bad idea, because now my mom thinks I'm going to be bulimic or something. But like I would throw up! That's so nasty. Just because your body does it, it's fine, but if you make yourself; that's nasty. And it can disintegrate your uvula, and decay your teeth. Yeah, that's gross. Don't do it, I've seem my fair share of pictures on the web. So can you help me? I'm going to have a "conference" (most likely them discussing me getting in while I cry or something stupid) on Monday. How do I gain so much weight without it looking suspicious?!

-Unknown Athena

National Day of Silence

Being me, I decided to go for this: National Day of Silence. This "holiday" is supposed to be an act against LGBT bullying by not saying anything at all. Thankfully I've been using a mini white-board to write all my expressions. It's so hard! And I'm only doing it for the school day. When the clock hits 2:50 pm, I'm FREE! 24 hours would be too hard, plus, I talked before I went to school. Is anyone else doing this? Or is it just me and my friends? -Unknown Athena

I think it's Spring

Yup. It's that glorious time again; Spring. The Dofodils are blooming, the purple and white flowers that I-can't-remember-the-name-of-it's are popping up, and it's sunny. Nice, and sunny. I even have my piggies out. I just love my personal lawn mowers :).

You know what I love about springtime? Track and Field. A.k.a. the best sport ever. I love the high jump, it's my favorite event. I got up to 4'6 last year. Me and this other girl were the only girls left at that point, with about 6 guys who were super tall. But now it's hard to love track.

Why, you may ask? Because I have yet to tell my nutritionist I'm in track. She'll probably flip when she hears I'm doing some form of "strenuous activity". It's fun, and I love it. It's a good excuse to get some fresh air. I'm even typing on my patio in the backyard. Hopefully my laptop's battery can keep up. For the past few days, I've been thinking of ways to break it to her. But what if she makes me quit? Or if I lost weight doing it?! I'm so nervous, even though she had said "I don't have any expectations for you". But what the heck does that mean?!?!?! So if I loose a pound she won't get mad? Or she just doesn't think I'm capable of gaining weight (even though it's kinda true...)? And why do I feel like I've had this rant to you guys (or girls... Whatever...) in a previous post? Meh...

What should I do? I don't want to give up the sport I love, but I don't want to go back to the hospital. Please help me, I'm basically desperate. And no, all you weird people out there, I'm not desperate in that way!!

-Unknown Athena

P.S. I had to re-pot, well, re-cup, the apple plant. It's growing so well! I put an old pencil in it to keep it from bending. I'm so happy!!

This fact is so freaking useful!

I learned this fact that seems to explain everything: Teenagers ages 12-25 feel emotions 4 times more than adults. So, what this thing is telling me is that all my depression attacks aren't really major? That it's totally normal?! Unknown Athena likes this... As well as third-person. Third person is fun, yes?

-Unknown Athena

Fun Nights and loads of Grease!

Yup, it's 11:55 at night, but I'm still up. Sure, the curtain fell, but I'm still playing. Not really. I was trying to be all metaphorical and stuff. So yeah. Tonight I performed in my school's spring musical; Grease. Sadly I didn't get to finish that earlier post (which I will continue at some point. Key word; some point), but here's a new one fresh off the press. There were many cheers, and flowers (I can't believe my dad got these for me!!), and compliments, and photos taken tonight. I was so thrilled that no one would know I have/had (can't tell anymore) depression! Me and my friends went out to a diner last night to celebrate, which is the tradition with plays and musicals; have fun, then go to a diner. It works like so. But tonight I was so drained and tired that I went home. Delilah was happy to see me, she couldn't stop jumping!

-Unknown Athena

P.S. You should see my apple seed now! It's grown so much! I gotta take a picture to show you guys!

P.P.S. Happy almost-birthday to my friend!

It's lunch, I'm bored, so let's find the sexual references in Grease!

Yeah, I'm wierd. I'm taking my lunch time to find all the sexual references in the musical Grease. There's too many to list, so I'll just put 'em in here with some thoughts: (Raining on Prom Night voice): It's raining rain from the skies Me: Well where else does it come from? Gotta go, lunch's over, will finish later...

If only if only...

... I could block this stupid thought from my head. It's so ridiculous, and I guess I have to tell you since I mentioned it; I like someone. Yeah, crushes. I get why they're called, crushes. They can legit, crush you, even if they don't know it. Looking at those two, it makes me want to crawl into a hole and cry. I know it's all acting (did I tell you guys I'm in my school's musical? I'm an old lady, while everyone else gets to look cute and young-ish. Grr...), and plus the guy's also a "lady-killer" (taken from the script), but I can't block out that ______ thought!!!! This is like, not nice. It's not even real jealousy, because they're only acting, right? They don't have real feelings for each other, right? :(

Oh no, I'm getting worried. And when I'm worried it's hard to eat. I was worried at practice so badly I just let my friend eat half of my sushi, and I need that sushi. I don't want to go back to the hospital (or as I like to call it, Hell). I want to do track. I want to go to camp. I want to go to Spain. I may not want to gain weight, but looking "big" is better than not being seen at all, I guess.

Why is it that I can't be in control? Sadly I'm so passive; I let people practically walk all over me. Help me with this, it's so hard to do alone. How can I refuse? My friends are pretty much as important as family, if not more. How do you say "no" to the ones so close to you?

-Unknown Athena

Anyone remember C.O.O.L. and J.E.R.K?

Oh the days of elementary school... When the worst thing you could say to a person was "Shut up" or "You're stupid" or "You're such a cool kid!". Anyone remember those acronyms? C.O.O.L, ring a bell? You know, constipated, overrated, outdated loser? And J.E.R.K; Junior Educated Rich Kid, or something like that? For whatever reason I thought of those things when I came home from a sleepover at my friends house. I conked out before midnight so I was well-rested when I got up. Then I went home and delivered some girl scout cookies. Then took a shower, and am too lazy to go back to delivering more cookies. Don't you have those moments too? When you know you should be productive but are too lazy to go through with it? Yeah, I'm having one of those....

-Unknown Athena

P.S. My apple seed grew so much! As in, more than an inch!

What comes up must come down... To like, China!

No racism on China! It's just an expression! You know, like when you were a little kid and thought you could dig to China? Yeah, that's what I meant. Annnnnnnnyways, this post has nothing to do with China, but I needed a cool title to go with this. Moving on...
My life is currently a hell-hole, place, whatever. I had to call the police earlier today on my brother because he was getting crazy about not wanting to get off his xBox. He was screaming, crying, cursing, threatening, breaking stuff... My mom tried to break his xBox, but sadly failed and it works like a charm. My brother broke his cell phone, which was pretty broken before. The police officer talked to him for awhile, but none of the stuff she said seemed to get into his head. A few minutes later, he was back on, screaming into the screen, as if those pixel-ized soldiers actually existed. I sense an addiction... Hmm... After that, I felt depressed and hung out with some friends. (Hey, that's better then crying in my room, right?) Now I'm just waiting for my mom and dog (they're at Petsmart doing that dog-training thing) to come home so I can make dinner, yes, I make the dinners about 75% of the time now, and go see my friend perform at the library.

Any suggestions to calm down my ADHD-anxiety-stressed-twin brother?

-Unknown Athena

Being Wasted, Fun Nights and April Fools

First, I will tell you; I WAS NEVER WASTED IN MY LIFE, 'KAY? Just had to establish that. Yeah, I see you (not legit, but you know what I mean), thinking this 13 year old got wasted. No. Sorry. You're very very wrong. It's actually a song, by Cartel, the coolest band ever. Look it up on Youtube; Wasted by Cartel. It's beautiful. Listen first for the beat (it's so grooving! Ack, I sound so... Old. Gyah!), second time for the lyrics. It changes the way you think, alright? Right.

Second, never judge an event by how crappy it sounds. "Game Night for 7th & 8th graders. DJ, laser tag, open gym and more!" sounds really, really stupid. Hopefully you think so too, because that was my first thought. Then, I thought, aw screw it. So I went with a few of my friends (and miss Olivia went with me too, that cool blogger buddy from school I blogged about earlier.), and it was so much freaking fun. You are never too late to play laser tag in an enclosed space. Wearing the vest was optional (at least for me. Don't you love cheating? Well it's not really cheating, it's... Improvising. Yeah, let's go with that...).

Third. April Fools Day; so much fun until you get to 8th grade and none of the teachers do any April Fools Day pranks. My math teacher gave us a test, and it actually COUNTED. Seriously, it was evil I tell you; EVIL.

Yeah, I pretty much summed up my day, nix 2 hours of play rehearsal, in this post. Hope you guys had fun laughing your heads off when people fell for your pranks.

-Unknown Athena