Nick and the coffin case

Sound exciting?

So here's my friend (almost kindasorta like my son), and he's... About seven. Eight tops. And he has this GIANT case shaped like a coffin that, if it was a little deeper, I think I could even fit in (I'm 5'7"; maybe even 5'8").

I'm a dog whisperer!

Well, technically speaking, no I'm not. But I did teach one of my dogs, Sammy, some cool new tricks while I took a little break from blogging!.




While I have been teaching Sammy more physical tricks, I noticed my other dog, Lucy, was scared of the hoop...

Everyone knows dogs aren't too great at the human language. So I'm trying to teach the dogs tricks without using my voice and only using hand signals. It's working!. Sammy's on her way, but Lucy's doing great. More videos will be posted next time. =D
Here's a picture of Lucy, in the meantime:




But, also, you will not believe what Noah said. Well, maybe you might. I did, but I think it's pretty stupid. This was our final talk (that I know of... I really hope it is, though). From my studies (guys are complicated, no?), it seems he pretty much says I'm still single because I don't forget things that happen in my life:

"I learned that you're not easy to forget things no matter how big, small, happy or sad they are"

"And that's why you don't have a boyfriend"


Wow, Noah. Wow. That didn't make much sense. Not to me, anyways. Not to any of my friends, either. They're not too happy.

But I gotta say. I'm not really mad he thinks that. I'm not jumping up and down with happiness, but I'm definately not angry. I guess... Maybe I even think it's sorta funny because that made no sense whatsoever. Yes. Yes; I think that's it...

Stay tuned.

It isn't even the first day of school yet...

... And I already have a crush on somebody!. A ninth-grade somebody.

Uh-oh.

Well, it all started at Summer Bridge. In other words, I'm helping out with orientation at my school for the incoming freshmen.

And, (unfortunately?), I'm developing a crush on somebody.

A ninth-grade somebody. Uh-oh, indeed. Right?

His name's Brian (or is it Bryan?), and he's... cool, I guess. Marco and I (but mostly Marco), think he bears a resemblance to Johnn Napalm (those who play Guitar Hero may find themselves laughing very hard). I told Marco his name was Bryan, so now he's Bryan Dynamite.

But I'm about done repeating myself; I'll do my best to add more on this ordeal (is it an ordeal?) tomorrow...

Stay tuned.

Health Midterm

Due to the results, I feel like the test itself: Crummy.

Haha.

Lame jokes cast aside, though, I really do feel awful. I can kiss my summer goodbye, cause once my parents find out I got a 68% on the midterm, I'm done for.

I'd love to call Noah. Too bad he doesn't answer his phone anymore... To my knowledge, anyways. Who am I kidding? He wouldn't care...

Stay tuned.

These are for Heather...

... And anyone else interested in Flagstone and my backyard. =/

Can you spell "heartbreak?"...

...I can.

N O A H.

Yup.

Remember when he said he liked me back and everything? Epic lie. What's more is that there's someone else.

But I feel fine about that [[Wow!.]]; it's something else that really bothers me...

Why is everybody worried about autism? So many people are avoiding vaccinations because of it. Is it really something worth maybe risking your life for? Is being different really that bad?

And that's not the end of it. I'm so mad at David, beyond foul language. He is so on his last straw. He is beyond his last straw. He is now in negative straws.

Whatever.

Many of HTHCV's new incoming students will have disorders such as autism and ADHD. Fran decided it would be best if we researched these disorders. I said I would cover autism; and David said...

"I used to think I have autism. Turned out I was just stupid."

He thought this was a joke, by the way. I have no idea why this bothers me so much and whatever went down with Noah doesn't.


Maybe because... I'm autistic... And I don't see why that's so bad.

Well, actually, I am diagnosed with Asperger's Syndrome. Which, technically, is autism.

I have no idea why so many people look down on it; autism and Asperger's, to be precise. Are we different because we're bad? I like being different. I guess I like being bad, in doing so.

I know who I can talk to about this. I already talked to an adult; Fran was not too happy of a camper. But I really hope I can see Julian tomorrow.

Julian has been one of my best friends since seventh grade. He is one of the funnest people to talk to. He knows what's been going on with Noah and I; I know he can cheer me up...

Stay tuned.