Another Story.....

In math, my annoying math teacher, called on me 5 times. To do work on the board, accidently calling me Angie my name, Natalie. And just calling on me to stop making an annoying noise. I HAD IT WITH HIM!! The next time he calls my name, I'm going to confront him and yell, "CALL SOMEONE ELSE FOR A CHANCE!!!." And then i'll run out the door. Even though everyone calls me Passive, shy, feels alone, etc. He's french, and he says Natalie like, "Oh NATH-A-LEE." Just like Mr.Pepper from Blue's Clues. Just saying. xD

Time to pack for teh field trip. Haha.

Byez,

~Nat

More Stuff 4 U.

I am going on a field trip tomorrow. I am taking my mother's camera, and I am hoping of getting some new pictures of me and my friends. (since the last picture I had took and shared with you was about 1 year ago....)
So, you shall expect that. Don't be suprised.
Writing blogs are hard. Nothing to type, nothing to write.
I had yearbook class today.
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STORY TIMEEEEEE!!!!
Ok, in yearbook, my teacher told me to go to the office and get 3 tissue boxes for her class, and EWWWWW. I stepped foot in the front office, and a girl named Amber pointed to the ground. I looked, a ton of blood was on the ground. I went to the health room, a boys' right cheek/head was bleeding a lot!! There was a lot of people/office workers crowded around him, and the principal asked if she needed to call 911. I left the office in disgust.
No 911 call.
At lunch, I heard a siren and ambulence (sp?) , but it turned the corner. Tricked Me.

So, get ready for some pictures with mi amigos.
~Nat

Emotionally Different. (RANDOM STUFFS....)

Why do I feel different all the time? I feel WEIRD in comparison to everyone else. When I walk into a room, I get stares from random people. I want to dye my hair dark black. I usually make emo fashion statements. On the internet, I type things that aren't ME. I act like I'm someone else. Especially on Social Networking Websites. I hate that I have allergies, because my eyes get all watery in school, and I get those stares again......It looks like I cry. My teachers ask me what's wrong. No Comment. I feel like if I don't exsist in the world. I get ignored at times, then when I want to be alone, everyone confronts me about how I'm so weird and stupid. We were learning in school about Passive, Indirect, Aggressive, and Assertive. Guess which one am I? Passive. Definition of Passive? Shy, wants to be alone, quiet, pushover, doesn't like to be picked on. When the teacher said Passive, everyone in the room looks at me. Even the teacher. I yell, "WHAT?" and hide myself in my desk.
I have to go. Chapter 1 of my boring life is over.
~Nat.