Middle of Class..

So, I'm sitting in English IV. I'm done with my essay and I have nothing else to do.. I didn't "blog" yesterday so I'll have to make it up today.

Where to start lol...

Nothing really happened yesterday.. I talked to Bobby for like five minutes, so there isn't much to talk about there.. Guess I'll have to wait to see what the rest of the day holds for me..

My Hero

So I worte an essay for my English IV class.. The title is My Hero.. Tell me what you think..
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My Hero

            Being a hero doesn’t mean you have to wear tights, be able to fly or have super powers. You don’t have to save people to be considered a hero either. A hero could be an ordinary man off the streets or a school teacher. A hero to me is someone you look to for guidance. They help you in any way they can. You learn the difference between right and wrong and you try your best to not disappoint them. My hero is my mom. She had two children ten years apart, found out her husband was having an affair and her mom died the same day I was born. She is the kind of woman I want to be someday.

            My mom is amazing; point blank. She has been through so much. Her first child was a boy, which broke her heart because she wanted a girl extremely bad. She tried and tried for ten years to have another child; this time a girl. When she finally got pregnant and found out the gender of me, she knew her family was complete. What she didn’t know was that her husband was doing the unthinkable.

            Her husband, my dad, was having an affair with his brother’s wife the whole time she was pregnant. My grandpa Carl told her that he would pay for a divorce, which back then was only $200, but she thought in her mind that she couldn’t raise two young children on her own. She kicked him out for about three weeks but let him come back. It’s sad to say, but that wasn’t the only thing that would happen to make her strong.

            I was born November 16, 1994 at 11:52 am. My grandma Mattie B. passed away November 16, 1994 at 11:52 pm; exactly 12 hours after my birth. People always say “When a child is born, they take the place of someone as a real life angel.” My mom lost her mom but gained a baby girl. I am my mom’s angel and Maw-Maw Matt is mine.

            My mom dosen’t wear tights, she can’t fly, she doesn’t have super powers nor does she save people on a daily basis. She is my hero because she inspires me to be the bigger person in life and go for my dreams. She is the one who pushes me every day to do my best. My mom is my rock and my best friend. I do everything to make her proud.

B O R I N G - D A Y ! !

So, today went but smooth.. I haven't talked to Bobby today :( bu I saw that he was back at work which is a good sign.. I don't really know what to write about today.. It's like I'm all out of words.. Nothing is on my mind.. So I guess I'll tell you what I did today..
1. Woke up..
2. Took a shower..
3. Blowed dryed my hair..
4. Straightened it..
5. Make up..
6. Ate a lunchable (:
7. Drank some tea..
8. Grabbed my crap for school..
9. Went to the store to get a Java Moster, but they were out :( So I got a Dr. Pepper..
10. Got to school a little later than I wanted to..
11. Went to all my classes..
12. Walked to my truck, in the rain, to go home..
13. Coocked Sidney some dinner about 5  minutes ago..
14. Bout to start typing my paper for Sutusky..
So I had a VERY boring day.. As usual though..
I guess I'll think of something to talk about later once I'm done doing nothing..
Bye.

This One is L O N G.. Have Fun (:

After freaking out all day about not getting to talk to Bobby, I came home and worked on Government homework and tried to take a nap.. During my nap, my phone starts playing a song that only plays when Bobby text or calls me.. I sat straight up and answered (duh!).. Everything that I have been worrying about melted away as soon as I heard his voice.. Something about that two minute phone call made my day.. After crying the whole way to school, tearing up when I was talking to Sutusky about it, and tearing up when I told Mrs. Gibson about it too.. I felt kinda dumb for letting it get to me the way it did, but isn't that what a girl friend is supposed to do when she can't talk to her boyfriend.. You're probably thinking, "Man, this kid is in way over her head with her relationship" but that's what y'all don't understand.. I know what love is..
>>So here is the story..<<
 I was with the same guy, off and on, for about 4 years.. In the last year of mine and his relationship, his mom died, then his grandma died, then I found out he had been cheating on me since we had got back together (First semester of last school year).. His mom (before she died) told me that he was seeing another girl because she saw her come over a couple times before.. I didn't believe her.. His dad and brother said the same thing.. I started to believe them but never would say anything.. That is until I saw it for myself at his mom's funeral.. The other girl, Jerrica, was there, giving me the nasty looks like "What are you doing here?" But like any girl in love would do, I forgave him and told him that it wasn't a big deal.. When his grandma died, I went to the funeral, I sat with the family.. Jerrica wasn't there at first (in the church part).. When we got to the cemetery, I was standing behind the family and happen to look around at all the people that I knew and guess who I spotted.. Jerrica.. I didn't think anything about it.. When he didn't speak to me after the funeral, I walked to my truck, got in and sat there, waiting on him and his dad so I could speak.. But no, when he walked up, so did she.. I was like what the heck... When she got in his car, I was like "Oh H no.." and sped off like a bat out of you know where.. I was upset.. Who wouldn't be.. After you gave that one special boy, who you have known since first grade, and who you gave chance after chance to.. I didn't cry at first.. I called him and told him off.. My words were something like, "I hate you. I never want to talk to or see you again. Go be with that whore who has screwed God knows who at AJ. When you call me a 1am because you need to talk to someone, I'm gonna ignore it like you ignored me at the cemetery, after I stood by you and your family through the two deaths. You lost a good one Josh, and I don't think you will ever get the chance to make it up to her. Bye" And that was that.. Until he has English with me third block, second semester, Junior Year with Duke Keen. And now he has second block English with me.. I loved Josh.. He cheated and I started to hate him, but I NEVER will be able to not love him (if that makes sense).. 
 So as you see, I know what love is and I know how bad that crap hurts.. Trust me.. I've been there bought the t-shirt and then burned it.. I know it sounds crazy, but I think that I may have stepped into another relationship of that dreadful L-word. When I talk to Bobby, I get 5,987,244,534,195,249 butterflies in my stomach. I feel like I can't breath and my body goes numb. He means a lot to me.. Not talking to him is like asking the sun to not shine in July, impossible to do.. I think about him 24/7.. All day, every day.. Just  like how it USED to be with me and Josh.. I have such strong feeling for Bobby and it seems like no one believes that a high school Senior who is about to be 18 is in love with yet another guy.. But who needs to believe me.. I know the truth.. and in the long run, that's all that matters.. 
I love Bobby and what you think is the least of my worries..
Thanks for reading..

First Time.. (not what you think)

First time trying to write a blog.. I've seen people doing it but it never seemed like something that I would do. But,  since peole change, here we go..

Background information:
My name is Amanda Kay.. I go by Manda or Jane (thanks to my sister Courtney, who really isn't my sister but someone that I've known and been around almost everyday since I was born)..
I live with my mom, "Unlce" and his daughter.. He really isn't my uncle.. My mom and dad are getting a divorce and he is a good family frind who is now my mom's "boyfriend".. Long story.. I know that sounds crazy, but life is crazy.. so get used to it.

I'm almost 18. And yes, I have a boyfriend.. Who don't? I talk about him (Bobby) all the time, so this blog will be mostly about me and him and my feelings for him or something in that ball park. He is almost perfect for me. Right height, right personality, right everything except that we get very little face time.. (meaning we don't get to see each other very often because of a reason that you don't need to know..)

Today is the first day that I've not wanted to come to school..because I can't talk to him for two day and I call Bobby every morning and we text all day and sometimes see each other after school and work.. We met thourugh mutual friends about 2 years ago.. But just started "talking" the first week in July.. I know that isn't long but some people (me) can tell right off the bat that they person they are talking to is mostlikely the person that they want to be with for the rest of their life.. So, I kinda sorta, maybe just a tiny little bit, have super strong feelings for him.. It could grow into love, but I'm not gonna push it just yet.. I guess this is enough background information.

Keep checking back.. You never know what I'll say.