I Hate Valentine's Day

Roses are red,

Violets are blue.

Is it that time again?

Please tell me it's not true.

Lip locked and smooching,

hugging so sweet..

Chocolate is everywhere,

I hope you overeat.

I don't want to see it,

So please get a room.

Separate yourselves, 

or I'll get a broom.

I'm really not kidding,

you love birds are sickening.

Someone get me a mask, 

the love gross is thickening.

You could say I'm just jealous,

and maybe I am.

I don't like this in my face,

so would you please scram?

Roses are red,

Violets are blue.

I hate Valentine's Day,

and Valentine's Day hates me, too.

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I'm an outdoorsy kind of person. I love to go camping, I don't mind getting muddy provided that was the intention, I'll swim in a river (have done that, actually.), I'll swim anywhere, really. I love the water. I climb trees when I get the chance, I don't mind doing yard work..in fact, this is the second time that I've actually had a chance of doing yard work from home.

Though I love the outdoors, I really hate spiders, I don't really like bugs that much, but I don't mind getting worms for fishing!

I'm obsessed with Doctor Who and The Phantom of the Opera, and dandelions. I love my two dogs, Zelda and Chewbacca. I really like animals in general. I like babysitting, just not when I have to watch my sister and brother. Then again, they're14 and 12, so I don't really have to keep a big eye on them. I like little kids for the most part. I like to paint and work with clay, paper-mache, and I  also like wire sculptures. I don't draw very well, but I try.

I love to read. Mostly fiction, though, because I don't really like non fiction.

I listen to all sorts of music. I mean, it's a crazy mix of stuff. On my Spotify mix playlist, there's Jimmy Eat World, Ed Sheeran, Colbie Callait, Anna Nalick, Adele, Lana Del Ray, Oasis, Jack Johnson, John Mayer, Regina Spektor, Sara Bareilles, Journey, Queen, Soul Asylum, Meatloaf, Lifehouse, Muse, Snow Patrol, Florence + the Machine, Bruno Mars, Jason Mraz, Norah Jones, Natasha Bedingfield, Evanescence, Christina Perri, Plain White T's, Paramore, The Killers, Alanis Morissette, and Feist. Of course, I also have an entire playlist dedicated entirely to Phantom of the Opera.

When I'm not in school, I'm either on my laptop, listening to music, hanging with friends, hanging with my family, or  a combination of them. Honestly though, I really like when school is in session, because at least my days have some sort of schedule, and I'm not sleeping all day long and getting everything mixed up.

Soon (when ever I get a new swim suit, preferably a one piece) I'm going to start practicing for lifeguarding. You have to do something similar to conditioning before you take the class. Basically, you have to swim 300 yards, tread water with no hands for two minutes, and you have to do a brick dive which you have a little under two minutes to complete I think. Super excited to start it!

My New School Theory

I was talking to a friend earlier from where I used to live. She asked me if I'd met anyone down in Georgia yet. Sadly, I haven't. Between the cold and the rain we keep getting, I don't blame people for staying inside where it's warm. She assured me that when school started, I'd do fine.

I'd been thinking the same thing. I mean, at first, I was absolutely terrified. Now, with no set schedule, I don't know what to do with myself around the house, and there's nothing I can go out and do. I got over my nervousness though, by thinking like a teen, and trying to take a perspective from all sides.

1. I'm a brand new student that's suddenly in class. That's going to be noted.
2. I'm pretty, so guys will notice, and girls will, too.
3. Since I'm new, I'm like fresh meat. My newness makes me interesting.
4. And I'm from Tennessee. Tennessee is a cool place!

So of course, I'm not going to walk in unnoticed. It might take a few days, but I'll make friends, no problem. I haven't fully convinced myself, but there could be a chance that I'll be asked to prom. I mean, maybe, right?

So that's my entering the new school confident theory. It'll still be a good end to my sophomore year.

My Explanation.

For most things, like my Twitter and Skype for instance, I use the same username. SoaringHigher_

A friend of mine asked me why I chose that for my username. I was taken a little off guard. I really didn't know why. It just seemed somewhat unique and cool at the time. It wasn't until earlier today (or, ahem, late yesterday) that I realized why I use it and like it so much.

I've had to overcome some pretty crazy things through my 15 years of life. I mean, my mom left my dad when I was six, and took us three kiddos with her. My dad later got remarried, I had three stepsisters to get along with and share a life with. Later, in a fight my dad and step mom were having, it moved over Facebook and I got dragged into the mess. Then, moving into my teen years, I'm faced with challenges and choices every single day. I mean, you've got girls my age having sex with boys, kids smoking, drinking, doing drugs.. With everything I see and hear, I don't let in to it, and it seems like there aren't enough kids out there nowadays that are like me and stay above it all.

I've overcome obstacles, avoided the things I ought not be doing at my age, and I soar higher than so many others. SoaringHigher_ has practically become a symbol of me.

It is me.

Lonesome Days

Have you ever gotten that feeling of being completely alone? Like, maybe you have so many friends, but none of the ones you really want to talk to can be there? Or maybe it's that and then some. Maybe you're like me. Maybe you moved away and into a brand new place.

Ah, yes. The big move, and boy was it big. Those last two days of school were filled with me taking exams, visiting friends as much as I could, and helping pack everything up, move things to the curb (most of which suddenly disappeared within a few hours), or hauling two beds and a dresser up the road to a friend in need. The move was a good thing. Monday or Tuesday (the 14 or 15th of December) I was laying in mom's bed with my sister, trying to fall asleep, when I heard mom running to the door, and later coming in and asking if we'd heard the woman outside screaming. Apparently, she'd been attacked out in the woods. Likely she was wanting some drugs or something, new the person, and didn't want to pay for them, and he roughed her up a little. After that, I couldn't have been more eager to get out of that trailer park.

Now we've been moved in and mostly settled in a big house in a very lovely subdivision. It's very quiet here, it's hard to get used to it. It feels weird, too, being so far away from all my friends. Tennessee to Georgia... where we are compared to where we were there's about a 4-5 hour driving time depending on how fast you drive, and how bad traffic is. I don't know anybody here besides my Grandaddy. And I feel totally alone.

It wouldn't be so bad if my really good guy friend wasn't grounded. I mean, we're always there for each other. Or if I could get in touch with my Poppa. I trust him and love him to pieces, and I haven't heard from him for a while. I couldn't even get through to talk to him at Christmas, which really sucked. My other good friend, also a guy, I have him to talk to, but it just doesn't seem like enough. When school starts back in a few more days (thank goodness), it'll all be okay. I'm rejoining band, planning on getting into an Art class as I've missed it from elementary school. Those will toss me quite quickly into a large group of people. The sweet and sour part? The new school runs on a 7 period class schedule, not block, so as it will be great for the first few days, it's going to suck trying to make it around to my classes on time. Even 7 period days at my old school were a hassle.

My best friend, and she's practically a sister we're so close, and I were talking and she was saying how the further south you go, the cuter the guys get, and I couldn't agree more. I went to the mall with my sister and her friend who came down and visited yesterday, and I was kinda shocked at the amount of incredibly good looking guys. Maybe, if I'm lucky, and play my clumsiness and slight awkwardness to my advantage... I could get lucky and make some friends. And not just guy friends of course. I mean, I'm a teenage girl, sure I think about boys all the time, but I'm not obsessed. Every girl needs some good girl friends in her life to be there and plot revenges that may or may not happen. So I think I'll be okay. Just gotta survive a few more days.

Maybe I'll be able to get in touch with my Poppa, and maybe my friend will get ungrounded. Those would really make my week, and kick off a good start to the second semester of my sophomore year of high school.

I'm almost halfway through with it all.

The Teenage Relationship Drama

So I heard this song last week, and now I can't stop playing it. I'm addicted. I love it. Over half the lyrics describe my recent situation perfectly. Basically, I've had a bit of ex boyfriend drama. Maybe it was partly my fault. I couldn't just let go. But I also can't stand to just let something go without putting some effort to making amends and working something out.

When I asked the guy what we were, he said we weren't friends. At all. Period. And I'm standing there feeling kicked in the stomach, hurt beyond belief, and trying to deny the fact that I'm wasting precious time on him when I honestly just need to stop and forget it. I'm a girl, I was angry... I barely made it into the hallway and out of most of the flood of kids before I just broke down. Thank goodness my first period is crammed with friends, and all I do is either work on my yearbook pages or play on Pinterest, and I always have music playing.

This song, among others, was my first choice for just facing it and listening to mood fitting music.

"Once upon a time,
a few mistakes ago,
you got me in your sights, you got me alone"

Yeah, basically.

"Pretend he doesn't know
that he's the reason why you're
drowning, drowning, drowning."

BAM. Those lines, right there. I know he knows how hurt I was.

The awesome thing is that now I don't care. I've finally accepted and moved on, and if he comes crawling back... well, I'll give him a good piece of my mind. I reminded myself that I move in pretty much 2 weeks... I shouldn't bother with him, even if that means not smacking him like I wanted to yesterday.

I just needed to rant. 

On My Mind

When I was in the 7th grade, I never wore makeup, I didn't care what jeans I was wearing or anything, I didn't ever really fix my hair, and I had a huge group of crazy friends that I was always with. Carefree, amazing, awesome. Then the school I went to said it was becoming a magnet school, and I couldn't decide whether or not to fill out an application or get a zone waiver to the new middle school that the majority of my friends were going to. When I learned that the new school wasn't accepting waivers, it was too late to fill out the Magnet school application, and I was stuck going to a brand new school, and I didn't know anyone there. 

When I was in the 8th grade, and the new school, I quickly learned that my hyper, happy, craziness wasn't exactly accepted among the kids, and I was instantly a loser, so I did my school work, very rarely wore makeup, and was kinda a person to joke about among the more "popular" kids. I had a group of people I could talk to, though, and I mostly ignored everyone else. When I started that new school, my younger sister started 6th grade there, too. She's what's on my mind.

I don't recall her ever really getting into makeup until the end of 6th grade, beginning of her 7th. At first, it was totally okay. She didn't wear loads of it, just enough to brighten her face. Then though, she started getting into the Scene/emo look, and at first, she only put on eyeliner, mascara, anything to darken up around her eyes and avoid getting forced to wash it off. She would wear skinny jeans that were more like a second skin, too. But then she started going heavier with the eye makeup, and after a lot of arguing, convinced mom to let her get her hair cut in that Scene style.

And through her entire transformation, I absolutely despised seeing the raccoon face she wore. It seemed like she had no eyes! Her attitude changed, too, and that's one of the things that bothered me most of all.

When I was in the 8th grade, I kinda got mixed up in some things I regret now. The resulting consequences from that, plus the attitude I had then got me grounded. For a good 3 months. My sister's attitude is to that point, and it bothers me because mom will get onto her about it, but barely. She's threatened to ground her like she did me, but as far as I can tell, it just hasn't ever happened.

I guess it's because I'm the older kid, and that's why mom comes down on me so much more, but yet she still doesn't keep the discipline equal between the 3 of us kids. It's almost as if she's given up with my sister.

My sister has an attitude, she swears more than a sailor, she doesn't care about anything it seems like except for her hair, makeup, and just a little bit of school. It worries me so much. She has a friend who is barely 14...she's pregnant. I don't know what to think of anything concerning my sister anymore. It scares me. I worry about her everyday, her future. She has so much there for her, especially with music, but she would be the one who would make one bad decision and everything just be ruined.

I try to be a role model for my younger siblings, but my sister just does her own thing, and you would never know we were related by how differently we act.

I wish we could go back to when we were little again, when we were closest friends, and any box could be a car and we would play house, or tip our rocking chairs and make them high chairs for our dolls, and so on. I wish it could go back to the way it was.