1. I am a Braceface.
2. I have a mole in between my eyes. It is the first thing people notice about me and I hate it. I'm thinking about having it removed in the future. That would make me one happy camper! Is that vain?
3. I am Pentecostal. So, I wear dresses and have long hair. This makes me more of a freak than I already am, but that's just fine with me. I'm used to being the sore thumb sticking out. One word of advice: It's very rude to stare. Don't mothers teach that anymore?
4. I am darn good-looking! What can I say? I guess I was just born with amazing genes! Reality Check: I. am. hideous.
5. I've been dating the same wonderful guy for over a year now. I lurve him.
Luke. Anthony. Teague. ♥
6. I sing at my church. My voice sounds like Carrie Underwood........with her voice box twisted and disgruntled.
7. I live in the most boring place ever. It is named Oran, but I call it "Boran".
8. I love texting and talking on the phone like just about any other girl out there.
9. I'm crazy for cheese. It's so YUMMY!
10. Drama Queens are my least favorite. I would love to smack every last one of them in the noggin. But that would be rude, and I am a lady......hahahahhahaha!
-Tara Ashley Tilley
Thursday, May 26, 2011
Wednesday, May 25, 2011
Insanity Can't be Cured.
The first thing you should know about me is that I am completely bonkers.
Most people don't realize this because I try very hard to hide the crazy...
I'm blogging in the middle of a tornado warning. With my luck, lightening will strike this very computer, electrocute me and I would die a horrible death. That is how unlucky I am. I am the type of person who trips over her own fat feet.
Anyway, yesterday was the last day of school. I guess I am now officially a Senior in High School. This year consisted of new friendships, drama, feelings hurt, laughter, bad gas and a ton of homework.
Why bad gas?
It all began in the English room. For some reason everyone is very rowdy in that class. Probably the overbearing hormones. (Blog Break: My Father just said, "Blogs are Evil. They're for stupid people. Hahahaha!" That's nice isn't it?) But that day it was oddly quiet. You could hear a pencil fall. Then the trumpet sounded. Oh wait, it was just a loud and disgusting fart. And wasn't a SBD (Silent But Deadly), it was a knee trembler. It vibrated throughout the room. "THAT WASN'T ME!" Sid, the class nerd, said in reply to the rucus that sounded from her hind end. Everyone laughed. She was the kid who picked on all the time.
A few seconds later it happened again. This time Molly, who sat by Sid, was covering her nose and gagging. Poor girl. "It wasn't me!" Sid squeaked. It obviously was. She had done it before. Unfortunately, I'd been the one sitting by her that time.
Sid is the same girl who told me she visited the physc ward when she was gone for two weeks. Then she stopped comming to school.
I actually kinda miss her. I miss her annoying laugh. She would listen in on my conversations with my friends and laugh with us. I'll admit, it was weird. But now I miss it.
I'm such a softy.
A scared softy! It's lightening outside and it seems to be getting closer to me. Or I'm just paranoid. OH GOD!
Until Next Time...:)
Most people don't realize this because I try very hard to hide the crazy...
I'm blogging in the middle of a tornado warning. With my luck, lightening will strike this very computer, electrocute me and I would die a horrible death. That is how unlucky I am. I am the type of person who trips over her own fat feet.
Anyway, yesterday was the last day of school. I guess I am now officially a Senior in High School. This year consisted of new friendships, drama, feelings hurt, laughter, bad gas and a ton of homework.
Why bad gas?
It all began in the English room. For some reason everyone is very rowdy in that class. Probably the overbearing hormones. (Blog Break: My Father just said, "Blogs are Evil. They're for stupid people. Hahahaha!" That's nice isn't it?) But that day it was oddly quiet. You could hear a pencil fall. Then the trumpet sounded. Oh wait, it was just a loud and disgusting fart. And wasn't a SBD (Silent But Deadly), it was a knee trembler. It vibrated throughout the room. "THAT WASN'T ME!" Sid, the class nerd, said in reply to the rucus that sounded from her hind end. Everyone laughed. She was the kid who picked on all the time.
A few seconds later it happened again. This time Molly, who sat by Sid, was covering her nose and gagging. Poor girl. "It wasn't me!" Sid squeaked. It obviously was. She had done it before. Unfortunately, I'd been the one sitting by her that time.
Sid is the same girl who told me she visited the physc ward when she was gone for two weeks. Then she stopped comming to school.
I actually kinda miss her. I miss her annoying laugh. She would listen in on my conversations with my friends and laugh with us. I'll admit, it was weird. But now I miss it.
I'm such a softy.
A scared softy! It's lightening outside and it seems to be getting closer to me. Or I'm just paranoid. OH GOD!
Until Next Time...:)
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