Wisdom Teeth

I know what you're thinking. I know I haven't posted in /forever/. But at least I remembered to post today, eh?

So I was playing gaiaonline, listening to some music, and I come across the forums. And this post reminds me of pulling out wisdom teeth if your jaw gets to full. And I think I'm going to have to upll 'em out some day, which sucks. I'm extremely petrified of pulling out my wisdom teeth and right now I'm praying I won't have to. Have you had them pulled out? Does it hurt [duh, it hurts, idoit Lychee]?

Anyway... I've got Breaking News. I may be over You-Know-Who. But I'm not sure. I haven't seen him for over a month, so if I ever do see him... What in the world will happen?

Other news? Summer has been killing me. Bonzaii has been making me do a straight 30 days of work from higher grades than I am in. It's a drag typing everything over and over and over again! But of course, I got the book I need for the homework for my new awesome school. And along with that happiness, I have to do even MORE work.

Aren't choo happy for Lychee?

-fLycheef

Why Lychee Hates The Mole

See? I told you I'd write this. Anyway, I hope The Mole doesn't come in and catch me typing this. Keep this a secret though.

Top 10 Reasons why Lychee hates The Mole:
10. She leaves me alone at home, without permission of my parents.
9. She always listens to her iPod, and hums in the wrong tune.
8. She always talks to her relatives. "Ya, ya. Mee mee mee blah blah."
7. She yells at our dog for no reason.
6. Whenever The Mole asks for something, she doesn't wait for our answer. She just takes it.
5. She uses Mommy's make-up.
4. She eats Daddy's chips, and says that we ate it.
3. She always laughs when we're annoyed, but is always all, "HEY!" when we don't care when she's annoyed.
2. She always says she's poor, but she's not! [we are going to give her all of that money we have in the bank. We are poor!]
1. She used to always be nice to us. Now that she knows she's gonna leave, she's gonna "take revenge".

There are a lot more reasons, like how she thinks she's funny and she isn't or when she thinks I feel sad when she says she's going to leave. Good riddance!

Oh look, Bonzaii's home!

Long post,
fLycheef

Lychee Has Homework

The school that I'm going to next year, which I'll admit is a good school, gave me a packet of homework. Not so hard, but of course, I have to borrow a book from the library, which doesn't have it. I find myself having to hold a book, which is well... at first. I don't know what location to pick, because I'm stupid, and I don't have the guts to ask someone.

Think about it. "Um... What's the location of this library?" Wow. How stupid that girl must be. Fortunetly, I finished a part that didn't require much of the book, and I'm hoping that I can finish another part without it.

You know, this house sucks, since there's no AC and it's especially hot on the second floor, where we live, it's reallllllyyyyyy hot. There are a couple of fans, and two AC's. But one is big, so we decided not to put it in, in case it topples over and falls out the window. The other is more like a fan, because it uses too much energy for the AC, and it was put into our parents' room. Not in the living room, or the kitchen, or even our room. Nope. My parents' room.

Enough about this! Today, Bonzaii is at summer school again. Monday-Friday, 10:00-3:00, July 8-August 7. It sucks. Life is so boring, I don't even know what I'm doing, posting again. Bonzaii keeps telling me, "Normal people post almost everyday." Yeah, well, you're the one who quit blogging. So HAH! HAH! I'm planning on having ice cream after lunch. Strange, but true.

I think tomorrow, or the day after tomorrow, I'll type something up about The Mole. So annoying...

Save me from homework,
~Lychee~

Lychee Will Be Bored

It's true. I am going to be probably the most bored person of summer vacation. Bonzaii is going to a summer school for extremely smart students who are in a normal school. Bonzaii is one of them, along with her friend.

Lychee will be especially bored because during school, she didn't get to see Bonzaii and now she doesn't get to see her again. Doesn't that just suck? Well, I guess I should think more on the bright side.

I am obsessed with the song I'm Yours by Jason Mraz. It makes me soooooo happy! Also, right now, I love Paramore and PATD so much... I can't even express it in words. Crazy, huh?

This is probably going to be a really boring post, since... nothing really has happened... yet. We're going to get a couch and a t.v. soon, since our old ones we don't need. Couch was thrown out, and the t.v. doesn't fit into the van to bring it to our house. Maybe today should be my first picture.

I pretty much love myself... so here's "my picture". Don'tcha love it? But anyway, I just found this pic off the internet, but surprisingly it's of me. Okay then.

I'm yours later,
YLycheeY

Lychee is Moving?

Is Lychee moving? Nope! Lychee and her family already did. Oh yes, yes, yes... Lychee is not in the sweet, sweet borough of Staten Island anymore... She is in the noisy, fun borough of Brooklyn. Where in Brooklyn? That's pretty confidential.

Now why haven't I been posting? Well, I moved! The internet has been down, but it'll be back up on Saturday, hopefully. I am in the Library typing this post, all for you. See how much Lychee does for you?

Anyway, I guess I should type about the origins of some other nicknames I made up.

You haven't heard this one yet, but I have a maid/babysitter/annoying freak that cleans up for my family. We call her The Mole, Mother, Sister, and I. She is a mole. She's always sniffing around at our privacy, she sleeps in mine and my sister's room, and she always uses our things without asking secretly. Big secret! Also, she has a big mole. Kinda off-topic, but it's sooooo true.

Lychee. I never told you about my nickname have I? I call myself Lychee just because my real name sounds like it. Isn't that fabulous? I like lychees and my name is just like it. You get it.

What should I call my sis? I'll call her Bonzaii, just because it's random and she called herself Bonzaii on this account, before she just had to give it to me. And she calls me a quitter.

Well this is a pretty long post, so I guess I'll end it here. (Right now: typing post next to Jar of Olives, someone who makes fun of Bonzaii! It makes me laugh for some reason...)

Brooklyn gal,
YLycheeY

The Revolutionary War

The soldier stepped up in his blood red suit. "Get, you dirty American." He scooted the American soldier with his gun.
"I'm not getting up."
"Yes, you are."
I called, "Go! Who knows what he'll do to you?" And he went.

You know where he went? He went off to be The Loyalist's friend instead of being mine! MINE MINE MINE!!! That was extremely drastic for a little second grader like I was. Basically, in first grade, he was the first person to talk to me. He became my best friend and even asked the teacher if we could sit next to each other in class. And she let us. How could I not love him? The Patriot became a skinny little twerp, barely even looking at me. He still knew me, and talked to me... sometimes, but now he's The Loyalist's best freakin' friend.

So now that it's the last day of school and I'm going to a new school... I decided to write a note and then run away. But before that, everyone was crying. Leaving a school for the first time is pretty hard. I even started crying. But not for the same reason. I gave The Patriot the note when we were outside. I hope he threw it away. I gave him my blog website too. Then, after hugging my favorite teacher and giving him the note, I knew I had to cry. And I did. But The Patriot must read it! I LOVE HIM!!!!!!!

Okay, maybe I don't. It just makes me feel strange that he was my best friend once and now I actually like him. Seems awfully like a movie, eh? What am I supposed to do? You know, it's healthy to tell. He has to read it. My heart is cracking away slowly. He must like some other girl. I don't know.

Love him,
YLycheeY

Blogging?

Can you believe it? Lychee is blogging. That's right, folks! I am blogging! So...

Senior trip. Today. It was awesome! We went into the city, and into Madame Tussaud's Wax Muesem. What a day! Panic Girl, a friend of mine who adores Panic at the Disco, her best friend, who I shall call Only Child, and Only Child's mother walked with us. The wax statues were perfect, I'd say, but I guess that'd be a lie. All this trip stuff didn't matter to me. This is why I'm typing today:

We were at Applebee's for lunch. I ate a salad with chicken. Lychee doesn't eat meat, you know. I gave it all to Panic Girl, and some to Only Child. After they didn't want any, I flung a piece at a random person who was closest to me. To my luck, it was The Patriot. To make my month even better, since we're moving to Brooklyn and new school and whatever, he starts to talk to me about my being a vegetarian. My heart beat fast and I couldn't bare it! So I stopped. Not the best conversation, but... whatever! So now you know...

Don't worry, Lychee will explain about the names the next time she posts.

Signing out,
lLycheel