um... a stalker maybe?

So, I had just finished 5th period. Algebra. It was fun. I had yearbook next, but I was hungry. I went to my locker to get some goldfish.

I always keep my locker unlocked. Actually, most of the school does. Almost all 7th grades, almost all 8th graders, and about half of the 9th graders are the only ones who lock their locker at all. Most high schoolers don't even own a lock. I keep my unlocked during the day, and lock it at night and during the weekends. Anyway, the point is that it was unlocked.

Where was I? Oh, ya. I wanted goldfish. So I went to my locker. As I open it, I see a note. The note said:

"We've been taking pictures of you. And we've been following you."

CREEPY!

I told everyone at yearbook. They all said, "Wow, that's creepy," or "It's like a stalker," or "Ooh, someone likes Grace!"

I told my mom (who happens to be the yearbook teacher), and she said "Ha, that's funny."

Thanks for the support, Mom.

Anyway, WHY DO I HAVE A STALKER? WHY ARE PEOPLE TAKING PICTURES OF ME?!

See ya!
Grace

school stories.

Ya, I blog about school too much, I know.

But I have funny/awesome/crazy/amazing stories to tell you!!!


On Monday...

This was before I knew anybody.
A: how old are you?
Me: 12
J: A, are you checking out Grace?


On Tuesday...
J (different than the one above): Hey, Mr. S, since you're a police officer, can you buy a taser?
Mr. S: Yes, I can.
J: Will you buy me one?
Mr. S: No. That would not be responsible of me.
Me: Will you buy me one?
Mr. S: Sure!
J: Oh so you'll buy one for a girl but not me?
Mr. S: Correct.


On Friday...
We got into groups of three in English. I was in a group with S and C. A (same A in the story on Monday) was in a group next to me.
I forgot what A was doing, but S said "A, stop hitting on Grace and let us work!"


So... school has been awkward. But funny.

During lunch, people get out their guitars and start singing. It's really cool. Think of Hollywood Arts from Victorious... outside, lots of music, awesome funny people... it's a lot like that.

And I love it!

What school do you go to? What do you like about it?

what is making me nervous.

SCHOOL IS IN FOUR DAYS!

Ya. Scarey. I know.

So, hopefully I'll have locker 55, and this guy in a grade below me will stop hating me, my teachers will like me, Algebra won't be hard, the kids in my class won't freak me out, and that stuff.


I HAVE A STALKER!!!

Or, had. I went to my church campout, right? Super fun, but awkward at some points (you can read about THAT here). Anyway, I went to the playground with H, K, and M (H is a girl, K and M are guys). K brought his baby sister. This nine year old kid jumps in front of me (litterally, JUMPS) and looks at me with his freckles and flaming red hair and says, "Guess what? I'm going to follow you!"

I have never seen this kid before.

Then, seeing my look of, um, TERROR, he said "Well I just love babies" (I was holding K's sister)

And follow me he did. Pretending to keep his attention on the baby.

I handed the baby to H, and he stayed away from me. And the baby. Once I got the baby back, I had my stalker again.

So, K is kinda scaring him. And this nine year old kid runs up to me and yells "Your 20 year old brother is scaring me! And he's being a terrible parent!"

My 20 year old brother?

First, K is 13. Secondly, we are not related. Thirdly, PARENT?!

Nine year old stalker thought K's little sister was his little daughter.

Creeeeeepy.

Then nine year old stalker says "How old are you?

Me: "12."

His eyes lit up. "YOU'RE ONLY THREE YEARS OLDER THAN ME!"

This kid is scaring me by now.

I mouthed to K, H, and M, Help me!

Soon my stalker had to leave.

Phew.

Now, you might ask, why is that making you nervous now?

Well, I always feel like someone is staring at me now.

It's scaring me!

Bye!
~Grace~

its always awkward when.

your little sisters friend catches you singing and playing the guitar. horribly.

your bff finds out you watch the stupidest show ever.

your guy friend beats you at just dance 3.

you other guy friend that you have known for years tells you that he likes you.

you call the wrong person on the phone.

when trying to sound smart, you pronounce the french word "oui" as "oy".

you have to ask the study hall teacher what study hall is.

this summer there are three weeks that i will never forget.

...and one of those weeks starts on SUNDAY!!!

CAMP HARLOW IS ON SUNDAY!

CAMP HARLOW IS ON SUNDAY!

CAMP HARLOW IS ON SUNDAY!

CAMP HARLOW IS ON SUNDAY!

CAMP HARLOW IS ON SUNDAY!

CAMP HARLOW IS ON SUNDAY!


did I mention that Camp Harlow is on SUNDAY?!

I love camp so much. I love eating...um...interesting food with all my new friends (scroll down to hear about the interesting food....). I love going to the pool. I love rock climbing with complete strangers. I love talking with counselors. I love walking into camp with no friends, and coming out with a ton. I love being in a new place for a whole week. I love the break from reality. I love hearing God's word taught by an awesome camp pastor.

And guess what's special about THIS YEAR?

These girls that I babysit.... they are adorable. Their Dad is going to be my camp pastor! I am so excited, 'cause he brings his family with him! That means I get to go swimming with the girlies!

This is going to be awesome.

By the way.... wanna hear the interesting food story?

So last year this girl I met and my BFF since preschool were discussing their passion for grilled cheese sandwiches (ok maybe not passion.....but something like that). It was lunch time, and we were walking to the cafeteria. Guess what was for lunch? Grilled cheese sandwiches! So the girlies were getting a little crazy with the food, and the cheese came right off the bread. Like, it just slipped off. Weird, right? So then, the cheese got rolled up into a ball. She dropped the cheese, and, get this--the cheese bounced. It bounced! Just like a bouncy ball (aren't bouncy balls awesome? That is, if they are not made out of cheese...).

We did not finish our sandwiches.

THE CHEESE BOUNCED PEOPLE! IT BOUNCED!

now I may be getting over dramatic here, but it bounced!

Ok... bye:)

im finally doing it.

Yes.

I am.

You better know what I'm talking about.

If you don't, we are no longer friends.

Wait!

No!

Don't stop following me!

I love all ya guys!

Okay.

Now back to what you interrupted me about.

I've been scared to do this, because I have tried it before, and it didn't turn out so well.

Well...

Should I?

Are you totally freaking out because you have no idea what I'm talking about?

Haha....I wish I could see your face.

Anyway...

I am going to have a photo challenge!!!

But you NEED to ENTER this time, you follower people!

Only one person entered last time I had a photo challenge...it was Lizzie. She entered.

She did.

She was the only one.

Anyway, I am manly doing this because it is like #3 (I think) on my 21 in 2012.

It will officially start in like a week.

I'm not even telling you the theme yet.

I'm just letting you know it's coming up.

So, you'll enter, right?

YES!!! YOU WILL!!!

If you don't I will I hunt you down and...

and...

and...

do something really crazy!

Yes, and you will wake up and be TERRIFIED!

And you will see me awkwardly climbing out your window, hoping that you will never know it was me.

Then I will hear you scream,

and you will hear me say, "She saw me. I am soooooooo dead."

What am I talking about again?

I don't remember, but you should, so do whatever I told you to do up there somewhere at the beginning of this long long long long long long (you get the point) post.

i have the dumb.

when i started blogging.

• I was nine years old.
• I had bangs and hated them.
  
• My header was always too small, resulting in a strip of green on it.
• I was so clueless about computers that I had to have my neighboor make headers for me.
• I didn't know what a button was.
• I didn't edit my photos at ALL. I didn't even know what editing was.
• I didn't own a camera. I borrowed my 4-H Leader's point and shoot.
• I always used automatic settings.
• I would post a lot in one week, and then forget about my blog for a few months.
• I changed my blog background every time I posted.
• My parents had to check each post before I published them.
• I didn't know that you could have more than one blog.

So...in conclusion...

I WAS A HOPELESS NINE-YEAR-OLD!

;)

The three photos above were taken in 2009.

super funny.

Yep. I'm that sweet little girl in the middle ;)

a long long time ago.

guess what i just did.

I beat my dad in checkers!!! (but to be honest you should read the fine print)

[But I should mention that he beat me in chess about half an hour ago]

hair and hotel.

Anne made me cake pops, then she pushed me around the hotel on the luggage thing ;)

faithers as a wittle baby.

So cute, right?!

more from jarrett - boy fashion designer.

kinda disturbing...but he wanted me to post it.

jarrett - boy somethin'.

Okay, so our entire family was in an elevator, and my mom said "How much can this hold?"
My dad said, "1000 pounds."
Jarrett said, "But you're in here, Dad!"

my dads crawdad carls.

jarrett - boy fashion designer.

Jarrett has been designing new outfits from Jedis to fat people... (I helped him stuff the blanket into his pants... haha)

jarrett - boy lover of bumper cars.

So, today my dad got the day off and came to math tutoring with us. My mom wanted to leave early to clean the house. We had brought two cars: our mini van and my dad's Civic.
My mom said, "Do you want the mini van for the kids?" And my dad said yes, and that she could take the Civic.
Jarrett said, "Well, mom can't drive daddy's car."
My mom said, "Is there anything mommy can do?"
And he replied with, "Bumper cars!"

jarrett - boy monkey.