Mainbow Not Rainbow

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MY HAIR IS RAINBOW NOW.

**courtesy of Nano's Hair and Day Spa on 5339 W Devon Ave.

Mraduation Not Graduation Speech

Friends, acquaintances, enemies, dearly beloved, we are all here today to witness and celebrate the  graduation of Golf Middle School’s class of 2017. Like a wedding, we all came together in kindergarten, ready to start our newfound lives together. I’ve traveled with most of you since I was 6; some have come, some have gone. Sharing that time with you brings back fond and sorrowful memories. I’m very happy to have acquired the wonderful friends that are here with me today, without them I wouldn’t be standing before you delivering this speech.

    Firstly, I want to thank all my teachers- Ms. Reinish, Ms. Heuberger, Mrs. Sadkin, Mr. Step, Mrs. Mylinski, Mrs. Yabut, Mrs, Grossman, Mrs. Nelson, Mrs. Steadman, Mr. Gilman, Mr. Carris, Mr. Carro, Mrs. Conejo, Mrs. Maldonado, Mrs. Joyner, and, even though your time with us was short-lived, Ms. Tziolas. Without you wonderful people none of us would be up here today. With the knowledge you gave us, you turned us from small little sprouts into big, blossoming trees. I can’t thank you enough for working with us since day one and never once giving up on us. From finger-paintings to quadratic equations, you’ve done it all.

    Secondly, I want to rekindle a wistful memory at Golf since we are being torn away from it oh-so-soon. Golf is no ordinary middle school. We are unified and stick together. We all know what happened to me last year, but only few people have chosen to treat me unkindly. Almost everyone at Golf welcomed me back with open arms and smiling faces. I will never forget the day I came back. Acacia ran up to me and gave me the biggest hug I’ve ever received. Only Golf students share that kind of compassion with one another. Never will the smiles, hugs, and greetings from that day leave my mind. You’re all truly beautiful people.

    As we create new footsteps for future students to follow in our old ones, I want to wish all of you a happy future. I hope every single one of you, even those who I don’t see eye-to-eye with, will do something great with their life. I can’t wait until we graduate high school, and then come back for a reunion. I want to know exactly what you all did with your lives. I’ll bet my finest piece of jewelry that you’re all going to go to the college of your dreams and do wonderful things. Every single person sitting in this room with me has a beautiful, strong mind. I don’t doubt your abilities- not in the slightest.

    To future graduates, while Golf may not have the best sports record or an outstanding feature, Golf has you. Together, we make Golf Middle School the place everyone loves. We persevere, we shine. As long as you listen to your lovely teachers and study hard, there isn’t a single thing you can’t do. The secret to getting through Golf is to believe in yourself and your abilities. With a friend by your side, or maybe not, and a healthy, hopeful mindset, you’re going to do just fine. I believe in you, your teachers believe in you, and don’t forget to turn in that homework assignment before you forget to.

    Finally, to wrap up my speech, I’m going to leave you with a Pitbull quote. While he may be known for his ever so vulgar language, while going through my spotify playlist, I heard these lyrics, “Every day above ground is a great day, remember that.” I don’t care how hard the challenge at your feet may be. You can do this, don’t give up, I believe in you. You may now kiss the class of 2017 goodbye.

It's Mard, Not Hard

It's hard. Teenager. Girl. Feelings. Weight. Hair. Everything. Everything is so hard.

 Being a teenage girl is probably the hardest thing I've encountered yet. I think the cherry on top of this mess would have to be the self image. 

Yes, I do post about this a lot, but this is my blog. This is how I feel, and this is how I choose to run my blog. When I look in the mirror I see a fat, unlovable freak. I would do anything to get rid of my fat. It just sits there weighing down my self esteem.

Don't even get me started on my hair. My hair starts falling out, so I decide to cut it to try to try to mask the thinness. Then you all tell me that I look like a boy. No guy will ever date me. My face is too chubby for that hair. I look like a lesbian. Then you start rumors that I am lesbian. What do I do? I buy a wig. And what do you do? Make fun of me. Tell me that I look better with shirt hair. I'm ugly. Well.. I know. 

Now, I could get started on everything else that I hate about myself, but I'm not. Because it's hard. It's hard talking about it. It's hard living it. It's hard. 

What It's Like to End a Mriendship Not Friendship

Sorry that this blog post is so late, someone hacked my computer, and I can't access it. Anyways..
What is it like to end a friendship? I think I'll do it in the form of a poem

 Endings Not Mendings

by: Melissa

One day you're friends.

One day it ends.

A piece of you falls.

A piece of you bawls.

You can't stop it.

You can't help it.

It was meant to be this way;

no matter how hard it hurts.

Not all friendships are ended,

But all friendships can be mended.

Within one year I lost two of my best friends. I miss them both dearly. Sometimes I see them on social media or in public and my bruised heart cracks a bit more. 

Ending a friendship with a close friend is probably the worst pain that I've ever felt. Most of the time they're your other half. When they leave, so does a part of you. 

Matus Not Status Update: It's Complicated

This week's blog post is, "It's Complicated." At first, I didn't know what to put. Then I thought things over, and I think that I figured out what to type for zero eyes to read.
I'm not really sure how I feel about my body. Sometimes, I like it. I think my stomach and legs are the bees knees! Then, on days like today, I want to starve myself for 3 years.
Having an eating disorder and finally being at a healthy weight is difficult. You're eating again, you're healthy, but you still have the same mentality, I don't know if I like my body. All I can do is hope that I'll finally accept it, no matter what it looks like.

I am Mot Not Not a Murderer

I am not a murderer, let's get that out of the way. But I am a Godfather-in-training. Mu beautiful, wonderful Auntie Mary Jo is a widower. Lately, she's been getting back into the dating scene. That was until Frank came into her life. 
He was a decent guy, I approved of him. Of course, he messed that up. He was too much of a little baby to do it in person. He waited until she was out of town and broke up with her OVER TEXT. I am now plotting his murder. No one messes with a Curth and gets away with it.
Instead of going for the direct kill we're going to first go for the guy who helps him do his taxes. No taxes means no life. We are slowly going to deteriorate his life until he's just a sad, old man. We will never touch the man himself because we're going to hurt him just enough to hurt him, but not enough to kill him. Of course, this is all for good reason.
I do not like to get my hands dirty, so I will be needing someone to kill for me. I also need someone to cover up everything for me. I'll be telling everyone what to do because I'm the only person qualified to pull off a murder. I don't need anyone to tell me what to do. In fact, if you do, I'll knock you down a peg.

I am the Godfather.

p.s. This is just a joke!!

A Mute Not Cute Post

Our blog post this week is supposed to be of something cute.. What's cuter than a chinchilla rolling around in a dust bath? Trust me, it's the bomb.com. I mean, I get to see it everyday. 

DO NOT CLICK: CUTENESS OVERLOAD

Screeches in White Girl

Today's wonderful post is about my weekend adventures! Sadly, I'm only talking about what happened Saturday. Anyways,this weekend, I went to the mall with my wonderful 7th grade friend, Jessie. Since there was a sale on lipsticks we went to Ulta. I ended up getting some really cute highlighter! It was Revolution's Rose Gold. It's glittery and pale enough for my skin tone, and I love it!! I can't wait to wear it, and finally use my fan brushes. I'm so excited!! My glooooow!!

A Mribute Not Tribute Post

Good morning, everyone! It is currently 1 in the morning, and I'm wide awake! Before I continue with my blog post, I love Jane the Virgin. Okay, now back to the post.
This blog post will be a tribute to my Spanish teacher, Mrs. Conejo. Mrs. Conejo has been supporting me since day one. When my problems threw me down, Señora Conejo was there to catch me. I have my issues like everybody else, and sometimes they get out of hand. I will always remember the times Mrs. Conejo has come to my rescue. 
The Lady of Many Languages can do anything to bright up my day with the glimpse of a smile. She will do anything to make sure that her students will succeed. To see them do something. To see them smile. That's just the kind of person she is. Mrs. Conejo doesn't have an unkind bone in her body. She goes above and beyond, and for that, I shall forever be grateful. 
I'm so sorry that this is so short and lame, but I have a busy weekend and some chores to do.

Ma- Really, Mrs. Joyner? Really? You're ruining my theme again!

If I could have a magical meeting with any 3 famous people I would choose..

Melanie Martinez

Edgar Allan Poe

Shawn Mendes

I chose Melanie Martinez because I love her music, and I can relate to her songs on deep levels. I would love to get to know her more and hear her sing for me live, hah! Her songs have given me things I can relate to that no other artist has. Not to mention, she is my idol.

I chose Edgar Allan Poe because I love his writing. He dared to be different and brought darkness into the literacy world. Most people thought he was insane, which, clinically, he was, and I can relate t that more than I'd care to admit. Not only does his writing reach into the depths of your soul, but it also pulls out a piece of you you didn't know you had. 

Call me a stereotypical white girl, but, yes, I did choose Shawn Mendes. Everyone thinks of me as some emo (which I'm not, nor do I appreciate it) weirdo, so this is quite controversial. I never saw myself liking Shawn Mendes. He was just another pretty Magcon boy. Well, since no one reads my blog I'll put this out here knowing no one will taunt me even more so for it, on my way to the hospital, Stitches the was the last song I heard before I was locked up in a barred window room with some tuna and pita bread. A week later, when I was discharged, the first song that I heard was, again, Stitches. Not only did I love that song, but that song was also there to let me down gently and pick me back up. Going into Northwest Behavioral Hospital was the worst place in the world, but Shawn pulled me out of it. Not only that, but I gre to love his music and pretty Magcon boy ways.

With my three amigos, I would probably take them to National Park where we would snack on Sour Patch Kids and discuss things. We would probably talk about music, I'd spill my heart out to them, and I feel like, somehow, we would all connect in some way. I can't say for sure what would happen, but I know that it would be the best day ever!

Mield Mrip Not Field Trip

I apologize for the late blog post! My laptop broke, and I didn't know my sister's computer password (We were never home at the same time.)! In other words, I wasn't able to post, and I'm really sorry.

This week we are doing a blog post on the field trip we are taking this week. This Thursday, we are going to go to the Holocaust Museum. I have been happily awaiting this field trip because I pass by that place at least once week. I never knew what it was until this year actually.
While we are there I expect that we are going to learn about the Holocaust, specifically, concentration camps. We are probably going to learn about who was sent to the camps, how they survived, and what went on in there.
In all honesty, I don't know that much about the Holocaust. All I do know is that Hitler wanted eliminate all Jews, homosexuals, people who didn't agree with his political views, and more. It was a very traumatic time, and I'm sorry for what everyone who was in it. That is something I would never want to endure.
I can't wait for this field trip. I want to be enlightened on the topic. This is something that I'm definitely eager to learn about.

Movie Not- Wait, that starts With an 'M!' You Just Ruined My Theme!

Today, I have decided to do a movie review on..

Before I Fall!

Yesterday, I dragged the ever famous Boone along to watch the movie Before I Fall. If you don't already know, Before I Fall is based off of a book. A book that I read over the summer and LOVED! Boone advised against us seeing the movie due to how directors like to completely disregard anything that happened in the book. But I am a stubborn gal, and I bribed him with food.

Much to my surprise, the movie was almost identical to the book. Or, at least, very similar. The movie was as tear-jerking and interesting as the book. The only major difference between the two was that they left out a scene where Samantha skipped school to go get ice cream (Which I was fine with because the scene was really just a page filler.), the scene between Samantha and her teacher (Quite understandable because  it involved sexual student-teacher relations), and that they got everyones' outfits wrong (Insignificant, I know, but I love fashion and little details.)!

The only thing about the movie that I would change is when I had to shield Boone's eyes because of partial nudity.

Overall, it was a great movie. 8/10. You should definitely go see this movie, it's worth the over-priced theatre costs! 

I'm Okay, I Swear

A Monspiracy Not Conspiracy On Music

Zayn left one direction March 25, 2015. You can also write March 25, 2015 as 4/25/15. 4 divided by 25 divided by 15 is 0.010666666. Notice anything weird about that number? Hm.. Maybe the fact that there are three 6's!? 

666

Also known as the sign of the devil. Are you following me? Now, I'm not saying that Zayn is the devil, but I'm not saying that he isn't. Well, what is "devil" in French? "Diable." Quite similar to Spanish's "diablo." France and Spain are secret twin brothers? 

Wanna who doesn't have a twin brother? Zayn Malik. Or does he?! What is Zayn hiding from us? We all know about Demi Lovato's secret twin sister Poot. Is there a Zoot? 

Speaking of twin brothers, how do we know that the Zayn we know isn't actually Zoot? All this time when we thought we've been listening to Zayn Malik it could have been Zoot Malik. Is it even music? Maybe Zoot is disguising his "music" as a way of mind-controlling all of us into loving him. What is the truth?

What is the truth, Zayn?

or should I say... Zoot?

Tell us, Zayn!

Dear Mr. President..

Dear Mr. President, 
Congratulations on your presidency. Seeing as I'm a United States citizen, I believe that I qualify to tell you how to do your job because you're not doing it exactly how I want it.
First off, stop talking? You do have some good ideas, but you're terrible at wording them. 

Example: 

You mean to say: I don't think that illegal immigrants that snuck in or didn't fulfill all the qualifications to be an American citizen should be sent back to their original countries. Then, they come back in legally. 

What we hear: DURRRR, IF YOU NO WHITE YOU GO BACK TO TACO LAND. NOW WE BUILD WALL. I AM OOMPA LOOMPA DURRRRR.

Get what I'm coming at? Now, may I also suggest to try not being an incestuous pedophile? Saying that you'd date your daughter if she wasn't your daughter isn't exactly something I'd like to hear. It really doesn't set a good image for you.
As I am writing this I realize that I may be getting ahead of myself. Nonetheless, stop. You're doing a bad job. Come to Mrs. Joyner's class, I'll teach you how to be President.

Sincerely, 
A teenager that could be a better President than you, no offense!