Ugh

Today I was faced with something horrifying...: Reality. In language arts, we're getting into our memoir writing unit. We have to write about things that have changed us or made us who we are today and stuff like that. But there's one glaring problem. I've realized I'm not Bella Cullen, Harry Potter, Katniss Everdeen, or Snow White. I haven't survived a dust bowl or ever gotten jumped on the way to school, (my teacher apparently did and taught herself to fight...) or become a celebrity. I don't really have anything that epic to write about. Most of my memories aren't dramatic and heart-wrenching. So the question is... What is a regular girl like me supposed to write a memoir about?? Maybe I'll just make something up. (hehe).

Eighth grade, Lindsey Stirling, And Other Stuff

    On Thursday I went to back to school night. My math teacher is Slovakian and has three (!) master's degrees. My English teacher has Twilight and Hunger Games posters all over her wall. I have a feeling I'm going to like her. I finally have a top locker and I have to bring all of my supplies in tomorrow for the first day of school. Eighth grade should be an adventure...
       Lindsey Stirling is coming to Colorado. For those who don't know who she is, Lindsey is a super cool rockin' violinist. The thing is... You have to be sixteen or older to go to her concert. Why???? Thirteen- and -a -half year olds appreciate cool violinists as much as the next, older guy!! And the tickets are only seventeen dollars!! I could totally save that much up before October 10. The only thing stopping me is that age limit.
        In other news, I got a facebook, went swimming for the very last time this summer, saw the Hunger Games for the fifth time, and went on a couple of super fantabulous vacations. That's all for now.