Real or NOT REAL

Author's Note: For this writing piece I took Mrs. Mundt's advice of trying to write about the fiction fact.  I would assume that this would be the harder choice but, it was quite easy and the fiction fact was easy to trick my best friends on too but, a general fact best friend should acknowledge.  Even, after I said it was fiction, my friend goes, "Oh I know that".  Tricky tricky me.  

Just like daughters relate to their mother and sons relate to their father.  My mom relates to my grandma, my grandpa gave my mom her middle name in relationship to my grandmother's name.  To clarify my grandmother's name is Michelle and my mom's middle name is Michelle.  My great grandmother's maddened name was Michelle.  What a pretty name my great grandmother thought.
She wanted my grandma, her daughter,  to always remember her father, her husband.
Her father became very ill in between the nine months and before my grandma was born her father was on the verge of death, sadly, and my great grandmother decided to name her daughter Michelle for her memory as well, as my grandmothers.  I agree that it didn't make much sense that my great grandmother wanted my grandma to remember her father and then named her Michelle, her maddened name, but, in the long run it made sense to her.  Back to my grandmother.  To this day my grandmother wouldn't care if I called her, Michelle, she's positively not self-centered but, she loves the name, and people support her.  I support her, I never call her Michelle but, I agree that it's a beautiful name.
I've asked my mom why she named me Emma instead of Michelle but, she never has an answer.  My grandma does though.  The only two and two I could put together since, we had a little conversation when my mom went out for groceries, is that when my grandma was little she was the girl in the grade that everyone was jealous of, and my mom didn't like that.  My grandma had no friends because, everyone was jealous of her and my mom didn't like that.  My mom is thankful for her middle name because, she constantly gets compliments.  But, my mom didn't want me to be that girl in school.  Even if she gave me Michelle as a middle name she said it just didn't fit.  Emma Michelle, Emma Jane.

Summer Schedule

Author's Note: My summer schedule should surprise someone special.

My mom’s calendar can’t even manage half of my family's summer schedule.  Although, I have to take blame for a majority of it with my three summer camps, Dance Camp, Leadership Camp, and Volleyball Camp.  And with the time I have left, I’ll hang with friends, hopefully go to Six Flags, shopping, performing at our annual guitar concert, getting some more volunteer work in, going skating, eating a bit of junk food, tanning not burning, heading to the pool to go swimming, luckily finding a summer lover, chillaxing, running through the sprinkler, having water balloon fights, start wearing the really short shorts and strapless shirts with huge sunglasses, visiting my grandparents, cheer practice, babysitting, staying up late at night, and some surprise family pop-ups.

Weekend Schedule

Author's Note: I'm busy already and writing an author's note is that last thing I want to do, this weekend's, there's so much weekend work like, well, read to find out. 

Cheers to the freakin weekend, I drink to that.  This week has been the busiest week and to add drama to that, cheers to the freakin weekend.  See what I did there?  As soon as I find out the election data I can relax, well not exactly.  This weekend consists of, Friday afternoon, my grandparents will be at my house, so spending time with them is number one on my calendar.  Second, my brother’s birthday was on Monday and his family party is on Sunday.  So, that means my grandma and I have a lot of food to make, cake, jello, mashed potatoes all by Saturday night.  I skipped the morning and afternoon of Saturday.  Saturday afternoon my mom has promised to take me shopping because, I haven’t gone shopping in like forever, and trust me I’m a shopaholic.  After shopping my brother’s lunch at Red Robin begins, he’s spoiled rotten, I’m aware but, I’m sorta spoiled too, after my grandma and mom helped me out with the purchasing of clothes from Abercrombie, Delia’s, and Hollister.  All my summer clothes have grown small in quite a short period of time, so that was our focus of season outfits.  That leaves Sunday for eating cake, watching my brother open presents, and finishing homework.  Cheers to the freakin weekend and my brother’s birthday, cake yah e yah.  

Music

Author's Note: Music's motion moves masses.  

Gosh, I was just telling someone about the fact that I’m obsessed with singing.  Singing makes me as happy as I could be in whatever situation I’m in.  I am legit listening to music at this very moment, yes that’s right, right now.  If I had to pick a top ten playlist on my ipod the songs would be, not in order because, there’s no way I could pick with the constantly changing artists, beats, genres, lyrics, and songs.  They’d be, Somebody that I used to Know by Gotye because, no one can even compare to how I connect to this song, it’s crazy.  Boyfriend, jeez Justin Bieber is the one fighting my battles, right next to me, even though me and my bestie joke about Justin Bieber being our boyfriend I swear he’s different than anyone I’ve ever seen, he’s the one that got me through my worst point in life.  It stunk but, he helped me along from having a depression problem.  Even when I was balling my eyes out, red puffy eyes, I had to sway my arms to and fro.  Call Me Maybe, Carly Rae Jepsen, her voice, so pure so sentimental, so symbolising, so understanding.  Eyes Open by Taylor Swift, she means something to me all her songs, as soon as they hit itunes I buy them.  The next two songs of my choice are not favorite artists of mine, I don’t like either but, the songs I do love.  You Don’t Know You’re Beautiful, One Direction, just the truth to this piece is what gets me.  Selena Gomez, yes I don’t like her because, she and Justin Bieber have a click, long story actually, I do believe I have a chance and do believe she’s the one that will kill my chance.  Anyways, her song Who Says, when it first came out it was the time that I was on the edge of a depression problem once again rejuvenated my self-confidence.  Glad You Came, by The Wanted, the beat to this song puts a smile on my face, it’s easy to memorize the lyrics, and that makes the song so sweet to listen too.  That’s only seven I know but, I don’t want to have to go into my itunes playlist and find the last three, not because I’m lazy because, I don’t want to cheat anyone, those are the songs that make an impact on me and sure I like others but, these are sentimental. 

Pet Peeves

Author's Note: Pet peeves, published, perhaps perceive my piece.  

Pet peeves should be defined as, when you tell someone your pet peeve and they purposely continue to do your pet peeve on purpose.  Being in that situation is the number one pet peeve of mine, I honestly don’t have faith in anything more obnoxious.  I’ve been in this situation many times for example, I told my dad that I just couldn’t stand the sound of a knife scratching across a plate and then he pretends it’s his mission to try to just bug me with that sound every time we eat anything that needs assistance of a knife to be edible. I’m not an over-exaggerating person, in fact if you’re someone who over-exaggerates too much you bug me, anyways I could not stress how long my list is of pet peeves I could write a novel, not even joking about the littlest things in life that just disturb me in too many ways to name.  If I were to be dangled above lava, either having to choose a number two pet peeve or be dropped into the lava (because that’s the only perhaps moment I would actually be able to choose a number two pet peeve) I’d have to say my number two pet peeve is when either, I can’t make up my mind, well, either.  The explanation to as why I continue to be stuck writing this is because, yesterday in Forensics we did this as a quick fire-drill and some people had a lot of good ideas.  Alright, I’m getting off track.  Number one, when people bait you, that might be my number one, I could care less, I’m not asking why.  Number two, improper grammar, it’s not more fast or more slow, it’s faster, slower.  Don’t even get me started on a apple, it’s an apple.  This, is quite a long short story, keep in mind if you want me to enjoy speaking to you don’t purposely imply my pet peeve, don’t bait me, and especially don’t use improper grammar.

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