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There are so many people in the world. We are all so different that it is sometimes scary to think about. But, I know that at some point in time we have all had this horrible thing happen to you…

Ok… so it starts like this: I am in a deep and rejuvenating sleep, in the midst of one of the best dreams ever when suddenly BEEP BEEP BEEP! My alarm clock decides it is a nice time to wake me up. I swear whoever invented alarm clocks literally hates pretty much the whole world! Ugh. Well, now I feel cranky… which is not a fun feeling in the godforsaken hours of the morning.

Maybe I can just close my eyes again and drift off for a few moments? I mean it couldn't hurt anyone… right? Maybe I'll just snuggle back under those fuzzy gray blankets and make myself at home. Perhaps my mother will forget about me and I can happily waste away the day in my warm bed? Oh- oh! I know! I can pretend that I have hypothermia and I can stay at home all day! Oh-and I know I can- BEEP BEEP BEEP!

… go to school.

UGH.

School is pretty much useless. Or at least irrelevant to my existence… well, that is what I like to think.

… but then again that is the same way I feel about the male species (at least the ones that I know.) They are rather vulgar and idiotic and… well, that is an another topic entirely.

It is currently 10:32 AM and I am sitting in a rather uncomfortable desk with a girl that smells absolutely repulsive in front of me. The teacher is yelling at a few boys at the front of the room about some late homework and I can hear the guy's iPod from 3 desks away from me. I have absolutely nothing to work on so, I could probably blog a little.

I pull out my school laptop - a rather bulky thing that is adorned by some scratches and dents that magically appeared there. I type in my password, repeating it over and over in my head to make sure I get it right. Five rather attractive faces are what pops up when my computer finally recognizes my account. These five faces are rather foreign, have amazing talent, and just-so-happen to be one of my favorite bands. Yep, it's One Direction! Ok, I'm not usually a boy-band fan but these guys just seem so real that I cannot contain these emotions! Unlike most girls - I do not wish to "jump their bones" or anything like that. I just think they would be the best kind of guy-friends that anyone (male or female) could ask for… and their music is to die for (figuratively speaking.) I have to say that their version of "Forever Young" makes me swoon a bit, but their songs from the album like Save You Tonight, More Than This, or Tell Me a Lie are unbelievably amazing.

Ok - enough of my girlish likes! My blog is pretty much my life- yeah, I have friends, but my blog is still insanely important to me. I know no one is really reading it- but I can't help but feel like someone out there is and maybe, … maybe I can help them in some way, shape or form. I know I sound a bit cheesy and that in reality I have about a 4% chance of helping anyone, but it doesn't mean I don't want to…

Hey my lovelies! (:

How's life? Mine sucks. Anywho… what are your opinions on vlogs?

You know - like video blogs, personally I think they are a little too personal. I mean… other than the fact that I am totally un-appealing to the eye, I think it would be a rather boring thing for me to sit there and talk to my computer. No offense to anyone that does!

What does one think they can accomplish by putting their face out there? By showing people what they look like and talking to them about who-knows-what. I guess blogging is kind of strange too…

But really- does anything good come of vlogging? I mean… Shane Dawson was a sort of vlogger and he is an Internet super-star. Are we looking for stuff like that? Fame? Perhaps some of us want to meet our idols?

… So, in this pathetically short blog (Sorry - I still have writers block!) what I am asking is… who is your idol? Who would you want to meet right away if you became famous?

No poem today- sorry! My teacher is looking at me like I am some sort of mutant (though that would be totally cool!) I have a feeling she is going to ask me what I am doing and/or take away my computer… better look like I am doing something productive! BYE!

Love,

- M

I do everything I can not to look at Mrs. Riche and open up a random Word Document from my French file- just incase. I hit the "publish post" button on my blog and decide I still have quite a bit of time to waste. I open a new tab and type in Tumblr - I swear I have a huge addiction to this site!

My dashboard is horrendously flooded with insecure teenage-relatable stories to baby turtles and One Direction. I scroll and scroll and scroll some more through random-pointless things until I get to a gif of Louis running around in a mustache and top-hat. I just can't look away.

. . . . 1 . . . 2 . . . 3 . . . .

"PAHAHHAHAHHHAHHAH! Mmmmmphhh!"

I burst out into a fit of giggles, though I manage to slap my hand over my mouth after a couple seconds. It is ridiculous… I mean the picture wasn't even that funny, yet it completely turned my day around. I've calmed down enough to take away my hand yet I am smiling like an idiot to myself. My freaking goose, I adore these guys too much…

It's about 2:53PM and I am at my last period class. It is History with Mr. Fisker. My head is resting on my palm as he drones on about some sort of debate in government. Mr. Fisker is always like this… always lecturing us on how our society is horrible and how we will run ourselves into the ground. Truthfully, I kind of believe him on some of the stuff- but his lectures are too boring for me to even pay attention to. Most of the kids around me are asleep though he doesn't seem to notice… or he just doesn't care.

I have to look up at the clock. It feels like it has been 2 hours since this rant has started… though it has only been 15 minutes. My eyes stray to the doodles that adorn my wooden desk. Some are crude and cruel jokes about people who I don't know… others are just doodles and names with dates. I've thought about carving my name in there a couple of times, though I always reason with myself that it is a bad idea. Maybe one day I'll have those 20 seconds of insane courage and be able to do just that.

Somewhere in the minutes I spend analyzing my desk and glancing up at Mr. Fisker, I realized something. Something Mr. Fisker said actually made me sit up a little straighter and stare at that middle-aged man with his peppered hair in patches on his partially-bald head.

"You'll never amount to anything unless you take chances… unless you reach beyond your security blankets and take a look at the world."

Mr. Fisker has never inspired me before… but little did I know that with that phrase of his in that voice that was incredibly similar to Darth Vader- I might do something incredibly stupid. Something so incredibly stupid that I might actually make a difference… or crash and burn. That phrase would eventually lead up to the greatest and most eventful summer of my life...

A/N : To all of you that think this is going nowhere - I am slowly easy into the whole "meeting 1D" thing because it is a more natural process. (: Bear with me please! The start of the main 1D part will be coming up shortly! (: