Random Rantings

I have a bad feeling about this blogging adventure. Addiction. It's happened before, it could happen again. Well, today I'm supposed to be going to South Carolina. What a terrible way to spend New Year's. I think I'm a bit far behind with technology. Everyone has updated to "vlogging" now... which I'm really not interested in. You look stupid, vloggers. Vlogging your life away on camera for everyone to see. You look like stupid, desperate... ah, who am I kidding? I'm just jealous that I don't have an awesome camera. I do have a youtube though in which you can view a couple of my random dance videos and monologues I do. I like this blogging idea though. I don't have to look pretty to do it, and it takes less time. At least I think it does because I type maybe an average of 938749823478 words per minute. I used to love those keyboard games in computer class. You know, the ones where they gave you a sentence to type and you had to do it without making mistakes or backspacing or the teacher would give you an F. And I think all the cartoons and floating bubbles on the screen were just huge distractions for 3rd graders. Well, I just get easily distracted, but somehow I passed 3rd grade... Hold on, wait a minute, no I definitely did not. Actually, this is what happened. I moved from Wiesbaden, Germany to Flower Mound, Texas after 3rd grade, I passed it and everything... Then, guess what happened. I was 8 or 9 years old and in 4th grade and everyone called me shrimp. I was obviously way too young to endure that kind of BS and I was just your average socially awkward kid, so they put me back in 3rd grade. For the second time. I had passed it the first time!! I had a horrible teacher named Mrs. Mapes. I called her Mrs. Maplesyrup and she didn't like that. She also didn't like that I was perhaps a bit more smarter than she was. Mrs. Mapes' class was where I met my "first boyfriend" Drake Buchanan. I thought he was just the cutest thing. Never was I the girl that thought boys had cooties. In fact, I tried my hardest to be one of the boys so I could get closer to him. It was ridiculous. Well, I'm glad they kicked me out of 4th grade, that psychotic teacher with the crazy Russian name 4 times divorced and undecided was mean and my next 4th grade teacher, Mrs. Wenzel (yes, I passed 3rd grade, again... big surprise) ended up being the best teacher I'd ever have. Speaking of Drake Buchanan, I had him in my class again in 5th grade, Mrs. Salser, still at Donald Elementary after a bajillion years of working as a teacher. That's when I stole him from my best friend Amber Norman, she forgave me because back then, boyfriends were really just someone you said hi too and played with at recess occasionally. My relationship with Drake started when we got new seats in class one day, we were right next to each other and since I loved drawing, to show my affection I drew him and me, cut them out and put them on popsicle sticks. We played with them in class... a few days later we stopped being "together" because he got me in trouble for bringing Pokemon cards to school. I really don't know how I jump subjects so much, but I hope you're still reading and still interested. Drake Buchanan passed away my freshman year in high school. R.I.P. Below is the story of Drake, let it be a warning to you high school kids.

(The truck had flipped, wrapped around a tree and burst into flames by the time passenger Colena Kuhlmann dialed for help. In between desperate breaths and screams for help, the 15-year-old Flower Mound girl begged the 911 operator to send help.
"My friend's on fire," she can be heard saying on a 911 recording released Monday. "Oh my God."
As other 911 calls about the Dec. 29 accident poured in, Colena frantically worked to get her friends out of the burning vehicle.
"You guys, you gotta get out," she can be heard saying on the call.
The cellphone call and reports show the desperate moments immediately after an accident that has claimed two teenagers' lives and sent shockwaves through the lakeside suburb during the holidays.
Driver Drake Buchanan, 14, died at the scene. A second teen, 13-year-old Hunter McGee, died Saturday of injuries suffered in the accident.
According to the accident report, Drake was driving a 1994 Ford Ranger pickup west on Flower Mound Road about 3 a.m. Dec. 29.
As he passed the intersection with Furlong Drive, he hit the median and overcorrected to the right. The truck turned about 90 degrees while still moving west and hit the other curb. The truck then became airborne, rolled and struck a tree. Christina Kuhlmann, Colena's twin, was ejected during the flip, the report says. The truck burst into flames after it came to rest.
According to police and the reports, Colena was in the passenger seat of the truck and pulled herself out through the passenger window after the crash. She was the only one wearing a seat belt, the report said. In the frantic moments after the impact, Colena talked to a 911 operator as she began pulling her friends to safety. First was 13-year-old Joseph Schaefer, who was in the center rear of the truck's cab.
"Joe, you gotta get up, baby," she can be heard saying on the 911 recording. "Get out!"
She then helped Hunter, who was sitting behind Drake. Drake was trapped in the truck as it burned. He died at the scene.
"He's dead," Colena can be heard saying on the recording. "Oh my God."
The four surviving teens were taken to Parkland Memorial Hospital, where Hunter died Saturday.
David Tickner, principal of Forestwood Middle School, where Hunter was a student, described the boy as a sweet, funny and well-liked teen who touched a lot of lives.
"He was a great kid," Mr. Tickner said. "He was very popular. He had a great sense of humor.")

Reading that again for the fiftieth time, and first in two and a half years actually still kills me, I felt my stomach churn. Anyways, on that note, I'm going to finish this right here. Thanks for reading.