Today is Monday. It is currently 12:17 p.m. I am in wood tech, and I am not allowed to work today. You know what that means? It means I blog instead. Lucky you.

It's very noisy in this room. It's wood shop, so I would imagine that it would most likely be noisy, what with all the machines running and whatnot. It's also very boring - I don't like having nothing to do. I would usually be working on our current project, but today I'm not. I'm sitting at the table, watching everyone else work. I guess I could sweep up everyone's messes... Yeah, I'll do that.

Nevermind, all the freshman kids stole the brooms and are playing hockey with the scrap wood. 
-_-

I dislike most freshman boys at my school; Tte majority of them are all immature and annoying. ):

This week in news...

As I sit here watching the ever so amazing show  Grey's Anatomy, I felt compelled to write another blog. And to write in ITALICS.
This week was less hectic - things are finally starting to slow down for me. Cheerleading is *almost* over (basketball cheerleading ended last week, but competition cheerleading is still on for another couple of weeks), and now I have actual time to do actual things. For example, I went to go see a movie with a friend of mine last weekend. If you knew me, you'd be like, :O because I never go see movies, whether the reason be because 1. I never have time 2. I never have money or 3. I just don't go out much. I am actually trying to hang out with friends more, because I have the time to do so now. Also, I get lonely so human contact helps. :-)
Today begins the start of our 30 Hour Famine, an event hosted through World Vision, an organization focused on conquering world hunger. We start fasting at noon and continue to fast until six p.m. the next day. We usually do some activities, which includes a canned food drive, games, and a soup supper. The soup supper is something we do every year, and the proceeds from that are being donated to Imagine No Malaria, another organization focused on preventing the disease.
Most people I've told about the famine were saying that they could never do it. Let me start by saying some wise words from Justin Bieber: "Never say never." I've done it for five years in a row, and it's really not that bad. We do things to keep our minds off of the hunger, and it's all for a good cause. I'm really proud to be a part of it every year.
(this was written Thursday night/Friday morning/afternoon)
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(It is now Sunday afternoon)
I just finished the Famine yesterday, and I might add that it was most likely the best famine so far. I wasn't nearly as hungry as I usually get during the famines, and I heard we raised over two thousand dollars just for World Vision, and two hundred some for Imagine No Malaria. I'm very proud to do these sort of things - helping others in need and sharing the love of God is what we (our youth group, the Truth Seekers) aim to do every day.
♥

Oh Hai...

Sorry it's been so long since I've posted something.
(Who am I kidding, no one reads these.....)
Either way, I'll be writing a lot more soon. Whoooooooooooo!
ALSO: I now have a tumblr. I'll be there often, so jump on over RIGHT NOW and check it ouuuuutttt.
http://marykayecox.tumblr.com/


ON another note, My last post was edited by a good friend of mine, and you can find her at http://www.surabull.blogspot.com/
I'm done for now. See you later, haters. <3

Dear Diary...

Well hello. I haven't seen you in a while. And by "you", I mean a friend. My best friend, in fact. You know who you are. You mean everything to me, but we never talk to each other. If I don't say hello, you won't bother saying anything. I feel so weird standing next to you sometimes, watching you talk to other people and not me. It’s not that I want you all to myself, that's unfair of me to steal you away from everyone else. I'm sure they love seeing you. I know I do.

But things have changed since the last time I saw you. We used to talk every day, say "I love you", and tell each other that we lost the game. Now, I'm lucky if you'll even reply to my text messages, that I sent twenty minutes ago. You still haven't replied. Maybe your busy? That's it, it must be. You have other friends, homework, something, anything, that's keeping you from talking to me. But maybe, just maybe, I'm only telling myself that to keep me from the truth.

The truth is, You don't want to talk to me. I bug you. Yeah, we were friends before, but I've changed. I'm weirder, more spontaneous. You don't like it. I'm sorry you don't like it, I can't help it. But I'll try, I'll try so hard to be what you call "normal", because I really care about what you think and what you want from me…because I love you.

Yeah, I said it.
Three words someone can never take back.
Three words that mean so much to me.
Three words that people don't understand how to say.
Three words that can never be used correctly.

I love you. Sounds nice, huh? But I'm sure you get that a lot, because other people love you too.
As for me, I've always loved you. Maybe not the type of love a newly-wedded couple, but the "you're my best friend, you've always been my best friend, you will always be my best friend" type of love. A love that you know (or at the least hope) will never end, until it does.
And when it's all said and done, and you can feel that the love is gone, you get this sudden feeling that you don't care about anything and the hardest thing to do is wake up in the morning, especially on a Monday, except for me.

I'm crazy, I know. But Monday is the day that I get to see you, my best friend who has been too far away for far too long. I haven't seen you since Friday, and I've missed you terribly. So, Monday's really aren't too bad for me.

Any day is a good day for me, in fact. I love all days of the week. Because without them, would there be anything to look forward to? No. Not at all. Some days, however, make me feel like skipping along to the next day because that day is too boring. Or, is it because on these days, I feel like…a third wheel?

Ding! You are correct. Being a third wheel = Story of my life. Don't get me wrong, I have friends. And when I'm with them, we always generally have a good time. Until someone else joins in, then it's "Oh, hey. I forgot you were here." I don't like it and I'm sure no one does.
But it's always you, my "best friend", who does it the most. Which I don't understand. At all.
It makes me sad, to know that I can so easily be tossed aside while you talk to your other friends, forget me completely, and then twenty minutes when they are gone call me your best friend like nothing has ever happened. But, in all seriousness, I could care less what you say, do, or call me. Because you are MY BEST FRIEND, and really, I love you no matter what you do