On Stressing Out

So it has been about a week since I blogged last and I have decided to make this less about my life for security purposes and more about my observations, as it says in the title. But I will also express some of my emotions to you very few but treasured viewers.
I wish I could say that high school has been great, I have thousands of new friends, I ace my classes and am awesome at all things high school. But no.
In fact, I think I may just be the worst person at adapting to high school.
Why?
Because, if there is one thing that I can not manage it's stress. And because I forget EVERYTHING, I am frequently having mental breakdowns.
Take yesterday for example: I have not had to look at my locker combo all year because I have had it memorized since the beginning. But yesterday, during break, I go to my locker and blank. I swear, I had no clue at all what my combination was. I almost died. So there I go, sprinting down to the office, and I'm like all composed on the outside
"Hi, can I get my locker combination?"
But mentally I was like,
"OHMYGODWHATSMYCOMBINATIONWHYDOINOTKNOWTHISBLEGHACKGRECK!"
The lady was really nice about it but I was embarrassed anyways.
Everyday after school I tell my mom,
"I quit high school today and I am never going back."
She is not pleased with me.

On A Life for a Life

So I have some bad news. I was hoping this blog wouldn't be all depressing but here it is, bad news. My Charlie died. He swallowed a weird rubber ball and it ruptured his intestine, leaving him to bleed internally for a few weeks. Wow. That was morbid. But it's true. It was a few days ago.
Yesterday, my dad was on a bike ride. My neighbor friend Charity was over too, when my dad came home with something in his hand.
It was a bird. Honestly, on first impression, he was the ugliest bird I had ever seen. Dubbed "Pickles" by Charity and I, the bird was put in a laundry basket and later spoon fed by me and my dad. His wing was broken and we didn't know if he would survive the night. Well he did and was super alert the next morning. Right now, he is at the veterinarian's office. I hope he makes it.
It was hard losing Charl, but right now I hope Pickles survives.
Oh, and yeah, I start school tomorrow. I am really excited, but this blog is depressing, so I don't want to go into that very much.
I'm sure I will write tomorrow.  

On Personification

So the countdown continues with 4 days left till I can officially claim to be a high school student.

Today, I'm going to write about something that I have been meaning to write about for  a while; I name virtually every inanimate object that has a power button or can move.
I guess I just feel like I have to christen things because of my fascination with names. I LOVE when I'm writing a book or a story and I have to name a new character. Heck I want to have 20 babies just so I can name them all. So I'm going to tell you a few of the objects I've named:

-My beautiful bicycle, Olivia
-My friend's bike, Oliver
-My new cellphone, R2D2
-My pool vacuum, Stewart
-My spa vacuum, Steven
-The chlorine container, Rosaline (Rosaline the Chlorine!)
-The 3 backyard umbrellas, The U Sisters (Ursula, U-gene, Ulyssa)

I don't know why, but it bothers my friends that I name everything. *Sigh*, dork problems.
Even worse, I talk about these objects as if they were living people with busy lives. Stewart (the pool vacuum) wakes up at 8:00 every morning to do work till nighttime. Steven is his little brother.
See? Is this mentally unstable?
 Well, I suppose it's alright as long as I don't try to be like that one Korean guy who married his pillow.
I just like names. Is that an occupation? A nameologist? That would be perfect.