The Life of Me

WARNING: The "H" key still isn't working.

Hi! My name is Sue Donimm (supposedly) (that's not really my name... Just a pseudonym) (Get it?) (Psuedonym=Sue Donimm). I am __ years old, and I live at __________________. I have 2 older sisters, a mom, and a dad. My sisters and I haven't fought since I was 7 years old. I am not kidding. People think we're crazy because we haven't hated each other for so long. When we used to go to school together, we'd walk down the halls together sometimes, and people would occasionally sing the "Sisters" song from "White Christmas" (you know, the movie with Bing Crosby and Danny Kay and those two women whose names I can't recall at the moment...) "Sisters... Sisters! There were never such devoted sisters!..." 

My favorite holiday used to be Christmas, but it might also be Easter... Oh, or Thanksgiving... But not Halloween. It tends to rain. (Yes, I still go trick-or-treating.) (One guy told me and my sisters this year that we should be with our boyfriends, not trick-or-treating.) (But I'm single.) (Hint-hint, attractive gentlemen.) (I'm just kidding. I'm totally uninterested in dating right now.) (And that wasn't sarcastic.) (I don't know if my sisters want you to know whether or not they're single, so I won't tell you.) (I'll stop parenthases-ing now.) (Actually... Last one.) (I found that slightly amusing.) (Okay, I'm done now.) ( ) (Gotcha.) Sorry. That was probably annoying.

Alright... I was considered tall for my age until about 8th grade. At least, it felt that way. Last day of 7th grade, I walked out of the classroom and everyone was shorter than me. First day of 8th grade, I walked in to a forest of boys who were as tall as and barely taller than me. It was shocking! I'm not skinny. Whenever I say that, people start exclaiming, "You're not fat!" And I'm like, "Did I say I was?" (Actually, I usually just laugh, implying that I know they're lying.) It used to not bother me. It kind of does now, but there's still hope for me, and I dress the part.

Okay, can I quickly just say something? Thank you. People who know they're not skinny NEED to dress the part. Tight shirts don't work for most of us. I mean, sweats and T's can sometimes send the wrong message: "I'm fat, which makes me lazy and depressed about it." Sometimes it works, though. It just depends... For example (of dressing the part, not of that), I wear skirts fairly frequently. Skirts can help conceal thunder-thighs. I like wearing either long skirts (which make you look taller and slimmer) or knee-length, flare/flirty skirts. And on top, I wear loose-ish shirts, preferably ones that show my waist so that I don't look like a giant tube of Jell-o. And try not to get clothes that cling to your skin. (By the way, of course, I wear pants sometimes, too. But pretty much all pants work.) (But if ANYONE wears yoga pants, make sure no one can see the outline of your underwear through them! It's rather uncomfortable to witness...)

I have known 8 people who have died: My great-grandmother, my cousin, my best friend, my uncle, my granddad, my neighbor, another friend (I didn't know him as well as the previously mentioned friend), and my great-uncle. Death absolutely sucks. And, I know this may seem cruel and heartless and ungrateful, and I totally get that people are trying to help, but saying "I'm sorry for your loss" has never made me feel better about it. I mean, I'm sure it helps other people... So don't just stop saying that when someone dies, but... I don't know... That's just me...

I am very susceptible to sinus infections. Nothing bad or life-threatening. I've simply had 3 bad colds in 5 months, and quite a few before that, so we've come to the conclusion that I am more susceptible to those than your average person. It's a nuisance, but it could be worse. It's really not fun when I'm flying somewhere, though, because when the plane lands, if I have a cold, my head and ears start throbbing like crazy! It starts out kind of feeling like just pins-and-needles, but quickly becomes more like swords-and-spears. I cried the last time it happened, it hurt so bad. I'm not a wimp. (Although I have noticed that I'm not a very pain-tolerant person...) 

I hate being criticized. Even if it's constructive criticism. I hate being disliked. I think I'm a very likeable person. I can be rater obnoxious, but I'm smart, and pretty funny (usually). Well... My humor's kind of 50/50... Well, 33/34/33 or someting... 33% of the time, I tell the perfect joke. 34% of the time, I have a failed attempt at humor, but it's such a fail that it's hilarious. And 33% of the time, it's just not funny. But if you insult me or criticize me, I will be so mad at you until you be nice to me again. I don't know why... I suppose I'm a bit of a perfectionist, so I hate not doing stuff perfectly.

I, while being very smart, am awful at explaining how I get answers. If you're confused on a math problem that I understood, I'll probably just let you copy mine and figure it out yourself, because I honestly don't know how I got the answer.

I love cooking and writing and talking. And I also love being Catholic. It's awesome to have something to live for and to know that the ruler of the universe loves me so freaking much. It's kind of confusing sometimes, since the religion is practically made of mysteries, but that's why it's so intriguing and beautiful. And I like to be able to go to amazingly beautiful places like the Grand Canyon, a lake, or even my yard and be awestruck that God could make such a beautiful thing, or look at famous paintings and thank him for giving people such incredible talent.

One more thing about me: I'm done with this post.

-Sue Donimm

(I know this is completely off-topic from the last entry, but...)

I have noticed lately how strange our idea of entertainment is. I've done a lot of thinking about this for the past few months, ever since I was watching Iron Man 3 one day on TV (good movie, by the way) and I suddenly realized how much I was enjoying that movie. I was watching people kill each other, and it was so exciting. Of course, I don't only like movies where people kill each other. And I'm not saying it's a bad thing. It's just kind of funny... In movies it's great to watch voilence and pain, but in real life we freak out over paper cuts. Huh. Weird, right?

Same with video games. We seem to be very addicted  to video games involving war and death and pain and agony and terror and such. 

Wow... I felt like I'd have a lot more to say about this. I feel like that a lot on here. It's hard to put my thoughts into words. I write books, too, and I've only finished one, (and I don't even like it) because none of the books are as good as the idea I had had at the beginning. But that's life.

-Sue Donimm

I would like to apologize to some people who I probably have never met. Remember that post about abortion that I posted a while ago? It was a bit... Angry. Or something. I mean, I wanted to say all that to pro-abortion people, but I don't want to say that to women who have had abortions and regretted it. I didn't really think about those women, and I'm sorry I didn't. I'm not going to say anything about abortion in this entry. (I was sort of thinking I would, but I don't know why I did.) I just want to apologize to women who've done this, because I have no idea how you must feel, and I really must not have helped in that post, so... I sincerely apologize. 

-Sue Donimm

I was reading Slaughterhouse Five by Kurt Vonnegut (that was... Well... A book... I don't really know what I thought of it... It wasn't bad, I guess), and I reached the part when Billy Pilgrim is telling the distance Tralfamadore is from Earth. I don't remember the exact number, but I know that it was one trio of 0's past a trillion. I asked my older sister, "What comes after trillion?" And she said, "I don't know... Zillion?" We both kind of assumed that wasn't true, but we had no clue what it really was. I asked my aunt, who is a teacher, and she said she was nearly certain that it was quintillion. I just now looked it up, even though I read Slaughterhouse Five a bit of a while ago, and my aunt-teacher was half-correct: Quintillion is after trillion, though it comes after quadrillion. Assuming that homeworktips.about.com is right, the order is below. I'm posting this on behalf of myself and my lovely readers who I'm sure actually exist by now (that's a joke... I honestly have no clue if anyone besides me reads this, which would be really loser-ish if it really was just me), so that you can just be reading this epic blog, and then you start to wonder about the Great Beyond Trillion, and then you see this, and it improves your life immensly:

(I must admit, I was rather disappointed that "zillion" didn't exist...)

Name / Number of Zeros / Number of Trios of Zeros*

Trillion / 12 / 4 

Quadrillion / 15 / 5

Quintillion / 18 / 6

Sextillion / 21 / 7  (Please, be mature.)

Septillion / 24 / 8 (I've never understood why "sept" is used for 7-ish things, when SEPTember is then ninth month of the year...)

Octillion / 27 / 9

Nonillion / 30 / 10

Decillion / 33 / 11

Undecillion / 36 / 12

Duodecillion / 39 / 13

Tredecillion / 42 / 14

Quatttuor-decillion / 45 / 15 (It looks like some weird planet's name... Are there supposed to be 3 "t's?")

Quindecillion / 48 / 16

Sexdecillion / 51 / 17 (Holy Toledo, numbers, stop being so inappropriate!)

Septen-decillion / 54 / 18 (Septe-mber...)

Octodecillion / 57 / 19 (Octo-ber...)

Novemdecillion / 60 / 20 (Novem-ber...)

Vigintillion / 63 / 21 (...Um... Never mind.)

Centillion / 303 / 101

*You'll notice, the Number of Trios of Zeros is just the Number of Zeros divided by 3. How nifty is that? I'll bet you never would've guessed it!

(I have no idea why the chose to skip from 21 trios of zeros to 101 trios... But imagine writing out a centillion! Sheesh! When would you ever need 303 zeros?) (Well, pi, I guess...)

Hope this makes your life very wonderful!

-Sue Donimm

Santa Claus is a very freaky person! I mean, first of all, he's like, F-A-T with a capital F and A and T. Secondly, he is very, very, very old. Third, he's extraordinarily jolly. Observation #4: He takes advantage of the small-ness of elves and enslaves them. It's cruel. 

And, I believe that everybody already knows and believes this, but he's such a freaking stalker! He sees you when your sleeping! Need I go on? Can you imagine waking up and seeing an old, red, round, blubbery, bearded face staring in your bedroom window? (Scarred for life!) And, to answer my question ("Need I go on?") no, I don't need to go on, but I will: He knows when you're awake. He knows if you've been bad or good, so be good for goodness sake! Oh, is that why we're being good? We're being good for the sake of goodness. It sounded for a minute there like we were being good because Santa was watching, and if we're not good, he'll sit on us and crack every one of our ribs or something equally atrocious.

And what's up with that song? You better watch out! You better not cry! You better not pout... What's wrong with crying and pouting? Is it wrong to cry and pout? I mean, sure, sometimes people fake-cry and fake-pout so much that I feel like ripping their face off, but it's not wrong. It's just irritating. Could the writer of that horrid song not come up with a refrain, so he just... wrote that? What happened? 

Well, merry Christmas either way!!!

-Sue Donimm

P.S. Just a random comment: The "X" in "X-mas" stands for "Christ." We're celebrating Christ's birthday, not Chris' (though I'm sure there are Chris-es born on Christmas, and happy birthdays!) I see a lot of YouTube channels/Instagram names and all that spelled "X-Tina." And I'm not saying that's sinful or whatever. And it does look better than "X-Ina," but... Just to clear up any confusion that might be occurring.

I am a very fast typist. This is a wonderful thing--until it becomes a not-wonderful thing. I had reached the beginning of the last paragraph of an entry about stressing out that I intended to post when, OH NO, my fingers slipped a little and I clicked something wrong (I don't even know what it was) and it took me back to the Blog screen. The entry was lost. I was SO FREAKIN' MAD!!! (But it was a long entry that probably no one would have gotten to the end of anyways, and I'm too lazy to rewrite it, so sorry!)

And weird things can appear on your screen when you're a fast typist. (Even without Autocorrect!) For example, I was reading my blog last week, and I came across the word "hearly." I was like, "What are you trying to say here, Sue?" So I read the next few words. I had meant "fairly." I really don't know how I managed to type "h" instead of "f" or "e" instead of "a" or "a" instead of "i." But hey, I got 1/2 of the word right! 

This feels a little short, but I have nothing left to say about this, so fare you all well! (Although I kind of feel like "you all" doesn't exist, but who knows?)

-Sue Donimm

(Wow! Sorry it's been so long! And the smiley face entries were kind of pathetically pointless. Sorry.) 

I don't know if this is how it is for everyone, but I think that "The Holiday Season" is Halloween-a few days after Christmas. (Christmastime lasts from after Thanksgiving to sometime in January, Christmas Radio Stations! It doesn't END Dec. 26!) The Holiday Season is the time of year when exercise is absolutely vital to our health. This is the time of year when we just get fat. Worst time of year to be trying to lose weight. I just had 3 Thanksgiving dinners. That's right. 3 turkey dinners. We stopped in Ohio on our way to Alabama and had Thanksgiving at our relatives' house, then went to Alabama the next day for more Thanksgiving food, then, the next day, back to our OH relatives' for left-overs. It was all so good, but I'm guessing I've gained at least 50 lbs. I'm staying away from scales for a few months so I don't fall into a deep depression over the huge jump in weights. 

My sister and my mom both hate early Christmas music. I love Christmas and its music and its EGG NOG!!! Oh, good stuff! So, I've been listening to Christmas music since mid-November (but I've been singing it since June). I always have to turn it off when Mom and/or my sister are around. When I asked my sister why she didn't like it, she said, "I don't like it. I just don't want it until after Thanksgiving." So here we are, two days after Thanksgiving. And mind you, we spent an entire day in a car yesterday, and I did not listen to a single Christmas song. Today, she asked me to turn on some music. I turned on Christmas music. Did she allow it? NO!!! I was like, WHAT IS THIS NONSENSE??? Happy After-Thanksgiving, sis!!! Did you lie to me? Honestly! This is an outrage! 

But back to what I said at the beginning of that paragraph about loving Christmas... I love Christmas except for one thing: I have a problem with giving people not-enough-presents. I feel bad getting 1 or 2 things, and so I buy many things and make many things. I never really know what to get for my dad, though. He says he'd take anything, so I intend to get him a ballgown sometime soon. (Be careful what you wish for) (Although he didn't exactly wish for anything...) But, in the process of getting lots of presents for people, I tend to go broke. Or at least become very poor. And this year, I want to save a bunch of money for a trip we're taking to Europe, so I can't spend too much at all! So stressful!!! And the internet isn't helping me find cheap-but-awesome presents, either. *BIG SIGH* Whatever! Happy holidays, anyways!!!

-Sue Donimm

So, I was making that last entry about mispronunciations, and I got to number 8. Usually, when I'm numbering something, I put the number and then a parenthesis, like so: 5). But when I got to 8, I typed in 8 and then ), and this popped up:  I was like, "Whoa. Go away, mini man." But he didn't. He just sat there. I tried a few more times, finally typing 8 *space* ), then backspaced the space, and it worked. Then I published the post, and the dude was back. So I went through and changed the parenthases to periods. But, while I was trying to fix the  guy, I started experimenting, trying to figure out the other smiley faces' little... Codes? What are those? (You know... The stuff you type in to make them...)

 is : and )      (I don't know what his "code" is...)      is : and (      (my favorite little guy!!!) is : and D      is : and O      is ; and )     

 is : and /      is : and P      (Don't know his "code")      (Don't know his, either)      (Or his...)    And his is 8 and )

*FYI--All of the colons : can be replaced with an equals sign = 

Ta-daa!!! 

Well, actually, we're not done... We have to name them, too...

 is... Harold.  will be Oscar... Wait... Yeah... No... Yes. Oscar.  is Wilfred.  is Stevie.  shall be called Eugene.  is going to be Isaac.

 is Franklin.  is most certainly a Davey.  is to be called... Hmmm... Sean.  is named Niles.  will be Hector. And  is Bryce. There.

-Sue Donimm

I am right. When it comes to word pronunciations, I am always right. That's just how it is. (Not really...) I really, really, really, really, really hate it when people pronounce words wrong--or just, differently than how I pronounce them. (Unless they, like, have an accent or something. Then it's okay.) (If it's a British, Irish, or Scottish accent, then their pronunciation is so much better than mine.) (I love British, Irish, and Scottish accents!!!) 

The following is a list of words that people pronounce "wrong" fairly frequently, and that drive me nuts:

1. Pronouncing "roof" like "ruff" 

2. Saying "route" like "root"

3. Enunciating the "h" in "hacer" (Spanish word for "to make"/"to do")

4. Pronouncing "pathetic" like "pafetic" (Which I used to do until I was 5)

5. Pronouncing "eraser" like "enraser"

6. Any time someone says "een" instead of "ing"

7. Saying "symonym" or some other variation instead of "synonym"

8. Mispronouncing "statistic"

9. (OMGOSH, this one BUGS ME SO MUCH!!!) Pronouncing "et cetera" like "ek cetera" (It's abbreviated etc. Hint-hint! Come on!)

10. I'm not sure if I'm right, but isn't "thyme" supposed to be pronounced like "time"?

(There's more, but I'm blanking out, so... Toodles!)

-Sue Donimm

I am religious. Roman Catholic. (Christian...) Go me and my religion! But you know what bugs me? Religious people tend to get judged. And people who are related to religious people get judged and made fun of.

A friend of mine just told me that she used to get teased because her dad was Jewish. People said some awful things. I mean, I got ticked off when I was watching a Tim Hawkins (the Christian comedian) video on YouTube, and one of the comments was "Christians have no sense of humor." Okay, so, let me just explain this to you: Your religion does not in any way affect your sense of humor. (Well, it's not right for Catholics to tell dirty jokes. (Wow, that sounded lame... You know... Lustful jokes... Inappropriate... Reproduction-related...) Let's change the subject.)

What the heck happened to FREEDOM OF RELIGION? Huh? I posted that abortion entry a while ago! People are all about rights for women! How 'bout RIGHTS FOR RELIGIOUS PEOPLE??? Come on! Grow up, people! It's been said that when people make fun of you, it's just because they're insecure. Now, I'm sure that's not true in all cases, but are you, religious-making-fun-of-ers? Are you embarrassed that you're non-religious? 'Cause if you are, then screw what your friends think. Life isn't about impressing people or getting accepted. If you want to be religious, look into it and become religious!

Even if you don't particularly want to be religious, if someone tells you about religion, listen up! I don't know what people who aren't religious live for... (I'm afraid to say athiest... I'm not sure if that's exactly the right word... I know atheist and agnostic are kind of the same... Whatever. You get it.) All I know is that when you're Catholic, you live for God, and you love it. (If you're doing it right.) I am nearly certain that I'm not doing it right yet, but that almost makes it better. Just knowing the fact that I get to keep trying harder and harder to get to know Him. Catholics are supposed to become best friends with the ruler of the universe. He cares about each and every one of us, even those who don't believe. That's what you get when you become Catholic. It rocks, and everybody ought to--everybody needs to--convert to it! (I have this fantasy of me converting, like, the entire world to Catholicism... People say that it only takes one person to change the world, but I don't really think it would take just me to switch everybody to Catholicism... Especially in today's world... No offense, today's world...)

See ya! (Sorry it took me so long to post... I kind of forgot Life of Me existed for a bit there... Volleyball... School... Ugh...)

-Sue Donimm

Okay, so I was on this trip over the summer. It was hot out. We did a bunch of tiring stuff. And all the places were really spread out, so there was a lot of walking done. In the sun. And the heat. You got really dehydrated and thirsty and exhausted--the trip was really fun, though!

But on each of the trails and stuff, there were little water stations: little cart thingies with a big thing of ice water, and... Dixie cups. Dixie cups? Really? What about Solo Cups? WE'RE FREAKIN' THIRSTY!!!

I was playing basketball at one point, guarding the tallest, fastest, most talented girl on the court (I was only guarding her because I'm tall--I'm not the fastest person in the world... at all... So I don't know why I was guarding her... But we did become friends during/after the game.) We had all been playing for quite a while. My shirt was drenched in sweat. Finally, I took a water break. And I was forced to use a freakin' Dixie cup! I just sat there by the water jug and filled the cup, drank, fill, drink, fill, drink, fill, drink, fill, drink, fill, drink, fill, dump on my head. 

I mean, sure, Dixie cups are convenient when you're a little kid, or when you just need a quick sip of something, or for something to hold a little snack in, but not for a trip like that! Jeez! 

I pity the trees that Dixie cups are made out of! Those trees must've spent their childhoods dreaming of what they would be used for someday! They'd just stand around, "I want to be a mansion!" "I hope they make me a boat." "I'd kinda like to be a wooden spoon." "I just want to stay a tree." And then, one day, once they're all grown and tall, some idiot comes, chops them down, and sends them off to Dixie, where they get made into tiny paper cups that are only good for the stuff I mentioned in the above mini-paragraph-thing. (Okay, fine, just so Dixie doesn't sue me or whatever, and just to be honest/fair, they're good for other stuff, too, and they look snazzy.) That's like wanting and expecting to become the best U.S. president ever, and becoming a taxi driver, or a lumberjack, or something. (No offense to taxi drivers and lumberjacks--thank you for your service!)

Toodles.

-Sue Donimm

On a happier note than the last two entries, awesome people are so awesome! (I keep accidentally typing "poeple" instead of "people.") So, after school today--thankfully no volleyball practice (I hate crying in front of people) (I think I'm much more emotional than people think...)--my awesome mom (who is not actually the awesome person who inspired this entry... But she is AWESOME) handed me this paper bag. She informed me that it was from her friend Patty. I looked inside, and I saw a bunch of mini cooking-magazine things... (I don't really know what to call them...) I absolutely love cooking, and these things have so many awesome recipes in them!!! I also absolutely love Patty! I was actually looking through them before I decided to post this. They're absolutely wonderful, and they're so cute, too! They're only as long as my hand! I love them! And I can write little notes in them! They rock! Thank you, Patty!

-Sue Donimm

So, as you may know (if you read that last entry), yesterday, I was not elected student council president. (I know, it may seem like I'm making a huge deal about it... I tend to do that... But why do I want to be on student council so bad?... I don't really know...) So, today, we elected student council officers: secretary, treasurer, and 2 liaisons. A friend of mine who had also run for student council president agreed to vote me for treasurer if I voted her for secretary. I did so (I'm pretty sure she kept her part of the deal). We elected secretary first, and she won. I was happy for her, and fairly certain that I would be elected for another position. (I didn't really care which position I got--I just wanted to be on student council. Like, really badly. Again, I don't know why... I just like stuff like that.)

So, next was treasurer. There were 3 other people running against me, I think. Naturally, I voted for myself.

OH!!! I FORGOT TO SAY: The names of each person running for each position were written on the black board. Then, each person in the class got a sheet of paper, where they wrote down the name of the person they voted for. Then, the votes were read aloud, and that person got a tally.

Anyways... So, it took a little while for my votes to start coming, but they did. For a while, it was just "Sue... Sue... Sue... Sue..." I was so happy! Then this other guy (we'll call him Gerald) started getting votes. It was pretty much between me and Gerald. It wasn't so neck-and-neck by the end, and Gerald won. I was distraught... But there were still 2 positions left: The liaisons. 

Me and 5 people ran for liaisons. Everybody could vote for 2 people. Me, a guy whose name wasn't Frank, and another guy whose name wasn't Henry were getting most of the votes. They ended up tying, and I was one point behind. ONE POINT! Fortunately, the teacher knew that I was a good student, and that I really wanted this (and that I'd probably make a better student councilman than at least one of those guys), so she had a revote between me, Frank, and Henry. So, I was pretty stressed out. I mean, I'd been the only one of us three who had bothered to run for president, and I had done so much work for that! So, of course, fate betrayed me, and they beat me by a couple of points. I was so freakin' mad! People kept coming up to me and saying, "I'm so sorry," and "It's okay." I would say "Thank you," and "I'm fine," but inside, I was like, "THAT'S NOT HELPING," and "NO, IT IS FREAKIN' (that's kind of my word) NOT OKAY!!!" So, yeah...

And then, I noticed that one of my other friends was in Scotland during the elections! So, I thought, "Hey! She'd totally vote for me! And she'd probably run for something, too, and would probably get some of Frank and Henry's votes!" But I don't really know what to do, because I feel like it wouldn't be fair to Henry and Frank to have another re-do... So confusing... 

-Not-on-Student-Council Sue Donimm

I was really irritated earlier today. I've spent the past couple of weeks writing speeches, making posters, coming up with brilliant ideas, and doing other campaigning stuff, running for student council president. I lost some hours of sleep over this. I was stressed out about it. My partner-in-running (in other words, vice president) had just undergone surgery, so I had to say our entire speech. In fact, I ended up writing the whole darn thing. Now, that was difficult. You know how some people do speeches, and they're clearly so desperate to be funny, but all it is is a bunch of lame jokes? You just want to walk up there and hit them on the head with a dictionary until they pass out so that they shut up? Yeah. So, I was trying not to do that, because that won't get you votes. So I started the speech by insulting one of the teachers (it's kind of an inside joke at the school). The speech went really uphill from there. People laughed a lot (barely any laughing was done during the other speeches).

After that, people kept coming up to me and saying, "Great job," and "I'm sooo voting for you." Also, our posters and slogans looked good, and they actually rhymed, and they were catchy! (Okay, fine, one pair had "Vote for ___! We have the koalafications!" with a picture of an ADORABLE koala, but still...) Plus, we actually got our posters up on time. EVERYONE ELSE was late!!! And a couple of them copied us! I was so excited. I was sure we were going to win. (I have this problem with hopes... They're always too high for me to pull them down... "Don't get your hopes up" doesn't work on me.) And, as I said a few entries ago, I'm smart and responsible. I'd make a great president! So, the elections were today, during second period. They always have a couple non-candidates count up the votes after the elections, then they announce the winners at the end of the day. So I spent the entire day in agony, as did the other candidates.

A girl who was running for president against me (we're friends, though) had told me a few days ago that she actually didn't want to be president anymore, and that she thought I would totally cream everybody else. We'll call her Heather, okay? So, last period, me, Heather, and the other candidates couldn't shut up about how freakishly excited we were. The announcement came literally one minute before the dismissal bell rang. The principal talked and talked about how "As you all know, today was the student council elections... We won't say how many votes everybody got... We won't say who was runner up... It was a very close election... But this year, our student council president is..." (Pause for effect) And then the bell rang. We never found out who won. I'M KIDDING! HAH! The president was... "Heather Lastname!" (Her partner, of course, was vice president.) She was nice about it, of course. I mean, sure, she and her partner were shrieking with excitement right next to me, but she didn't brag or anything. But I was so mad! But when I'm mad at school, if it's not too unbearable, I try to just crack a joke and laugh it off. That's what I did... all... the... way... through... volleyball... practice. (With Heather and her partner)

So, I detest volleyball practice... Sure, the coach is cool, and the people were nice (until 2 of them won the election), and volleyball is a pretty cool sport, but I'm really not fit at all, apparently my platform (where you hit the ball on your arms) isn't even, I'm bad at hitting the ball in every other way, and my overhand serve sucks. I was already angry at all the other drills I was failing at, and then we started serving. Heather and her partner's serves were flawless, of course. I just couldn't get it right. They were talking to me, and I was trying to be friendly. But I was furious! So, when yet another serve bounced against the net, I had had it. I slammed one against the wall. It, of course, came back at me and hit my face lightly. Then coach came over, right as tears were wandering into my eyeballs. She showed me a new technique for serving while I tried with all my might not to cry. (I didn't cry until I was home, in the shower.) (I've been looking forward to student council since I was little.) The serve worked a bit better after that... But I was still mad.

-Not-President Sue Donimm

(Okay, maybe these people aren't losers... They're just not quite up-to-date on stuff... Or just ignore the new stuff) So, as I said a few entries ago, I'm smart. And responsible. And a bit of a rule-follower. (I do break rules, though!) And I only discovered good music about a year ago. Before that, I listened to some so-so music for about a year... Before that, music just didn't matter to me. (Now, I listen to it constantly.) I really don't watch many TV shows... American Idol, The Voice, all those shows my friends watch, I don't. But one of my friends and I realized today that we both watch Project Runway. Great show! Fashion designers competing for a bunch of money, a car, and a big career. Quite awesome. I don't know if she was shocked that I watched it... I wasn't extremely surprised, I had just never thought that my friends would watch that show, 'cause they're all so much cooler than I am, so who would watch my shows?

"My shows"... I feel this way about a lot of things: they're mine. My favorite shows, movies, comedians, musicians, restaurants, hobbies, etc. Like, when people tell me that they like to cook, I get a little defensive... I don't necessarily mean to; I just do. I guess I feel like people who enjoy my stuff are intruding. I don't get mad at them or anything when I discover that they like them, too, but it's just so weird... I'm always like, You've heard of this? Like, my parents got us (me, my sisters (I have no brothers), and themselves) tickets--very frontest of the front row tickets!!!--to go see Brian Regan, our all-time favorite comedian. We went in early January, and when we got there, the theater place was already getting jam-packed. I realized that I had thought that we were the only ones who knew who Brian Regan was for years. I had never imagined that other people had heard of him. I heard people quoting lines that had composed entire dinner conversations at our house. I was like, "Oh... my... gosh... I forgot that he was famous." It was shocking. (And I spent the entire evening cracking up, tears streaming down my face.) (And it was amazing, because I was almost close enough to touch Brian Regan!!! I had my feet against the front of the stage--that's how close we were to him!!!) 

But yeah... The next time you see someone who seems like a loser, just think... Maybe they know Rihanna. Maybe they watch TV. Just maybe...

(Sorry... That almost seemed deep.)

-Sue Donimm

800 Service... Unknown Name... Private Number... People who I DON'T WANT TO TALK TO OR LISTEN TO OR LIVE ON THE SAME PLANET AS!!! Why are they the only people who ever call??? And why does the phone even bother to ring for them? Why can't there be a setting: Do not ring for___? It's especially irritating when one of the following things happens:

a) You're watching your favorite movie/TV show, and the phone rings a few times. Nobody else bothers to check it, so you get up, miss the best part of the movie/show, and for what??? Some construction workers calling you to say "Please keep your dogs inside for the next 8 centuries. We'll be working on the roads 3 states away from your home." (And you're allergic to animals of all kinds.)

b) You're excruciatingly busy (in other words, sitting on the couch, judging passersby) (or maybe you really are busy) and 800 service calls you to say something pointless.

c) You've either just walked out the door towards the car, or you've just gotten out of the car. You hear the phone ring. You scramble for the keys, probably break the lock on your house, and rip the door off of its hinges as you lunge for the telephone. "HELLO? HELLO?" "*BEEEEEEEEEEP*"

d) Some random company calls you, leaves a 7-minute message ending in: "This message will repeat." And then they repeat.

e) Someone you do or don't know calls you, and when you don't pick up, simply breathe deeply into the phone for a few minutes.

f) Your friend calls you. You get to the phone just as they hang up, redial, wait, and it goes to voice mail. (What did your friend do when you didn't pick up? Drop the phone and run?)

(Don't worry--last one) g) Someone calls you either really late at night, or really early in the morning (11:30 am) when you're still in bed. You, naturally, don't pick up, and they leave a really loud, really pointless message. 

So... Yeah... I'll stop complaining about telephones now. I mean, really, what would we do without the darn things?

-Sue Donimm

Okay... So, for Christmas 2013, my friend gave me this awesome cupcake calendar. Each month has a photo of some really cool-ly decorated cupcakes. I have it hanging up next to my bed.

But calendars need to be added to my "This Is The 21st Century--Why Can't This Be Better?" List. Because every... single... page's... little... hanging... up... hole... is ripped. And every... single... page's... little... hanging... up... hole... has about 3,000,000,006 pieces of tape on it. It's been fine for about a month or so... But then, today when I got home from school and volleyball practice, I glanced at the wall next to my bed. FREAKIN' EMPTY. I was like, "WHAAAAAT???" The calendar was not hanging up any more. All those pieces of handy-dandy Scotch tape... wasted. Just think of all the other things I could've used that tape for! WHY DON'T WE HAVE GOSH DARNED HEAVY-DUTY CALENDAR??? What do people think we're doing with these calendars? Put the hole lower!!! Or make it waaaaaaaay stronger!!! I'm sick and tired of taping my calendar and hanging it back up on its nail!!! A little help here, calendar-makers!!!

-Sue Donimm

Just a little note here, this is 3 days after this entry was originally posted, I think... It fell down again. If it hadn't been so irritating, I would've laughed... But I didn't. I just glared at the empty wall.

Okay... Not to toot my own horn, but *toot toot toot!* I'm very smart. Like... Straight A's smart. (I don't think I brag about it too much, though...) I just can't really help following instructions in school and taking notes and turning stuff in on time. I feel like everybody thinks, "Oh, she's so lucky! She's so smart." Sometimes, being smart isn't so fun all the time. I mean, I'm certainly not saying people who get all F's have it better than I do, but being smart isn't all that amazing. Sure, it makes me happy to have good grades and have a good-looking future, but it's not always so great. But I never hear people speaking up about this, so I will.

For starters, it's pretty stressful. I mean, when you get a bad grade, or get a question wrong, people are shocked. 'Cause everybody thinks you've never made a single mistake in your life; and then some of them go and gloat about it when you do poorly and they did better. 

And then there's group projects... Oh, my. The smarter people are always put in groups with people who need more help. I'm not judging them or anything--but for a few of those people, it's not that they have trouble understanding the project, it's just that they're lazy. So it suddenly becomes your job to do the assignment. 

Or if someone loses or gets rid of notes, the teacher tells you to copy down your notes for them. I'm like, come on. It's not my fault they didn't keep track of their stuff!

One of the supposed "Perks of Being a Wallflower Smart Person" is having teachers love you. They let you do fun things, get you out of doing un-fun things. Oh, it makes the other students so jealous! Which makes smart people feel bad about being smart and responsible. (By the way, following rules is okay, as long as you don't like, scold everybody who breaks any part of any rule!!! Stop making fun of obedient people!!!)

So... That's it. Remember: I'm not saying nothing is worse than being smart. I'm just saying that it's not as fun as it seems. But I'm happy to be the way that I am! Just letting people know... Toodles!

-Sue Donimm