thou art wanteth.

I want lots of things. Some things that I want are, money, clothes, more time in life, and lots of other things. I also would appreciate someone who brought me flowers at school. Or even delivered them to my house. I would also like a moon-bounce house to party in over the weekend, but I can't go in there by myself like a fool.

Summer spelled backwords is 'remmus'

I don't know why I titled this blog "summer spelled backwords is 'remmus'." Whatever. Anyway, I am really excited for summer though, I mean, who isn't? Well, maybe some people aren't excited. But whatever floats their boat. I just can't wait to be tan and be able to hang out with friends and basically be free of a lot of worries and stress I have during the school year . I just can't wait for summer!

Stating the Obvious.

So, finals are coming up, and I have tons of finals packets to do like always. But doesn't everyone? I miss when the end of the year used to be a celebration and a very subdued and relaxed time, but now it's full of stress and I beginning to dread the end of the year. At least we only have about 7 days left of  school!

COUNTING DOWN DAYSSSSS.

so i'm seriously like, counting down HOURS until school's out. and i'm counting down days til i get my braces off, which is the 17th. (unless something goes wrong and i don't end up getting them off... but i'm pretty sure that i'll get them off..) anyway, lets get this school year over with!

AMINALSSSS :)

i went to the zoo on Sunday. And i saw lots of animals. :) i took lots of pictures with my new camera that i love oh so very much. we went cause my sister went to prom on saturday night, so we made a prom weekend out of it, ( like most people do.) i felt bad that her and her boyfriend had to come with my dorky self and my dorky mom, probably makin them feel all embarrased and such, but i took lots of pictures that i love. so yeah, the zoo was great.

don't laugh.

okay, laugh all you want, hahaha, i get it- i only turn 15 on June 16th. it stinks and is smelly. i know you're laughing right now. or like, clutching your head becuase you don't know how life is possible when i'm this young. yeah, i don't know either. but whatever, my birthday is like in a month so that's cool.

TWITTTTTTTTTTTTERRRRRRRRRRRRRR

oh my gosh, i got a twitter like two days ago and its the besttt thinggg. just sayingg! I LOVE IT. anyway, get one if u don't have one, and if you do, follow me @jillianwilschke #twitterfever

WEEEEEEEKENDDDDDD.

so, its the weekend, and i plan on doing nothing. i'm kind of in quarantine at my house cause of my report card.

ITS THE 13TH OF FRIDAY.

i'm kinda scared cause its friday the 13th. wouldn't it be funny if it was actually a day full of good luck?

5 DAYS TIME.

this week has gone by moderately. there have been faster, but there have been slower weeks. i hope your week was excellent.

POPCORN, MANGO SNAPPLE, HEADPHONES, AND A BRAIN.

i would talk about how much i hate hypocrites, two faced people, and liars, but this entire post would be a lie itself if i said that i hate all those kind of people. Why? Cause everyone has at some point in their lives been a hyprocrite, a two faced person, or a liar, including myself. Yes, i do admit to it. And right now, (as i know you are defending yourself, saying "what is she talking about? I'm the TRUEST human around" Sorry dearie, you are quite false.) You know what, I feel bad putting you down. I would rant about everything on my mind right now, but you might cry and hate me. And i don't like being hated. So anyway, I hope your day was quite pleasant.

1,825 DAYS.

1,825 Days adds to a total of five years.  And in 1,825 days are you really gonna talk to more than half the people in your school life right now? Cause i'm postive you won't. You might stay close with some of the close friends you have right now, and you might stay life long friends, which is good, but lets be serious. There are about 3,000 students in the school, and you definately don't talk to all of them. But the portion that you do know, you are not going to talk to in five years. Let alone for the rest of your high school career probably. So here's the thing- why does any of this matter? I mean like, popularity and fashion and crap. Like, in five years, when you're in college or other life, are you going to look back and think, "Wow, I'm so glad that I was the popularist kid and had the best clothes and the best relationships and that I knew everyone." Or I hope you say and realize how ridiculous you were when you say to yourself, "Wow, I'm so glad that I was mean to that one girl or that one kid because it definately made myself feel better and everyone thought I was cool because I put that kid down and made fun of him." I hope you say that and regret making fun of people. I can't say that I've never made fun of anyone, but I'm just saying that I"ve become more conscious of people and their feelings, and I know what it's like to be treated like crap so I try not to treat other people that way. Making fun of people is going to get you no where. And judging people won't help either. Think before you speak and act, and just have a heart from now on.

BEING USED.

BEING USED IS THE WORST THING EVER. I HATE IT. And I don't mean the whole relationship being used thing, cause even though that sucks, I'm used to that. I mean more like, someone is super nice to you just to steal your homework. And you think you're good friends in the class and all and then you see them in the hallway and they don't even look at you. And it makes you feel like crap. And it makes you realize that everyone in this world is messed up and that living on pluto does not seem like such a bad idea. Treat people the way you wanna be treated? Yeah, my butt.. didn't know that being nice and honest and a good person to people will get you treated like crap instead. And if you don't like me, it's kinda like, just please say it to my face. I hate when people come up to you or talk to you and you cleary know that they hate you but they're just trying to be nice and its like, go away. Lets be honest with eachother cause we both know we would murder eachother if we weren't on school grounds. And i hate the term best friends. Cause it can really make you feel worthless and awful. I can't even put everything into words anymore. I just can't stand people. People make me madder than ever. By the way, today's just a bad day, I'm usually not this distressed and depressed and such, but sometimes you just have to speak the truth or what you think is the truth. I'm going to pluto. I'll bring a sweater and send you a post card.

Back to the Future, (just kidding.)

Who wants to go back in time with me? We can all go party in the Industrial Revolution or something. That'd be nice.

VICTORY.

The Lake Central Centralettes are the number one team in Indiana in Jazz and Hiphop. Both JV and Varsity placed first in the whole state this weekend. It was a great and successful weekend, and a great way to end the season. The Centralettes have now been state champions for a consecutive 18 years. It's so great to be a Centralette.

AWKWARD MIDDLE SEAT.

have you ever taken a like, 8-12 hour car ride? yeah, probably, but you know that awkward middle seat? in between the two relatively comfy chairs in the backseat of a car? the seat is kinda like a awkward bump? If you know what I'm talking about, then yeah, have you ever taken an 8-12 hour car ride sitting on that awkward middle seat? WELL I HAVE. And let me tell you that it was the opposite of heaven. torture. TORTURE I TELL YOU. I have a long history with being stuck in the awkward middle seat.  I've always been the littlest one so I've always been forced and seat bealted into that death trap. So when me, my cousin, my sister, and two adults drove from California to Lake Tahoe, the 8-12 hour car ride, I was forced into that seat against my own will. My behind has never been that sore before. Plus, we went snowboarding in Lake Tahoe, and i preceded to fall an inumberable amount of times on my tailbone. So when we drove back to California, (another 8-12 hour car ride) and I had to sit on the awkward middle seat WITH A BRUISED TAILBONE, I felt like dying every second. or at least chopping me body off from the torso down.  IT WAS BAD. anyway, that's just my ranting of the awkward middle seat.  They say to keep your friends close and your enemies closer, and the awkward middle seat is one enemy I'm forced to be best friends with. Anyway, if you made it this far in this posting you clearly must be at a sad place in your life. go and paint a picture or call a friend. or bake a cake. or go learn how to make spaceships. or you can even go drive from Cali to Lake Tahoe (which totals 8-12 hours if you haven't learned that by now) and sit on the awkward middle seat and cry the whole time. By guess what, i didn't cry. Cause I'm strong like that. If you do that challenge and you don't cry, then come find me and i'll give you a high five and a smile. or a thumbs up and a smile. anddd, i might even give you a pat on the back, and ice pack for your tush cause I can expect you'll be in pain, a smile, and i might even bake you peanut brittle. but if you're allergic to peanuts, i'll make you some fudge. just kidding. i don't know how to make fudge. I don't know how to make peanut brittle either. But i can make a mean cheese omelette.  So if your wanna come over for breakfast, you can come over, and I'll give you a smile and a plate filled with omelette goodness, a smile, and a glass of orange juice. And then we'll sit outside and stare at m backyard and then we'll first make small talk and chat about the weather, and then i'll say let's stop with the small talk and have a deep conversation and I'll ask you the meaning of life. But all that will only happen if you sit in the awkward seat. So do it, and we'll have a grand old time. If you made it THIS far, i applaud you. Legit, right now, I just clapped by myself to you. Someone just asked me why I just clapped out loud, and I told them that this great person just read this long thing I've written. And that's you. so good job; round of applause for you. now don't let those bedbugs bite tonight, cause those things suck.

ITS FRIDAY.

ohmygosh it's friday and i'm ready to party. its going to be insane. HAHA, just kidding, i'm sure this weekend'll suckk..

CHICKS COMPLAIN ABOUT HAIR. I'M A CHICK- I'M GONNA COMPLAIN ABOUT MY HAIR NOW.

Well hey. I know everyone wants to read a post about hair, so I will.  In two weeks- getting my haircut.  You're probably saying, "uhhhhhhh, why in two weeks...?" But I have some logic.  State is in two weeks, and then after that (probably like, the actual day after state) I'm getting my locks chopped.  It's not gonna be a huge deal. Cause, my hair's already pretty short... but still. It's gonna be a giant deal for me at least.  Let me explain from the beginning.  A long time ago, wayyyyy back when, my bangs were agrivating me so I decided that it'd be a "marvelous" idea to go ahead and cut them myself. One snip of my scissors, and my head of hair was destroyed from then on.  I came out of the bathroom and showed my mom and she was like, "You're getting your hair cut TOMORROW." That's how bad it was. I learned that I will never ever be a hairdresser ever.  Not my forte.  But anyway, the next day we went to go see if there was any hope for my hair in the future, and even the hairdresser was like, "jeeeeeezzzz.... what did you do?" And i was like, "I don't know.." So thennnnn, they tried to do whatever they could, and while they were performing this hair surgery, they asked if I wanted layers. Saying yes to that question was the biggest regret of my life.  I HATE MY LAYERS. I. HATE. THEM. all I'm saying. And i've complained about them all year. Kinda feel bad cause that is all I've complained about all year.  That's how bad my hair cut was.  That that hair cut early in the school year still haunts me TO THIS DAY. So that's why in two weeks I'm chopping off everything. Well, not everything. It's not like I'm gonna shave my head, (BELIEVE ME: if it was socially acceptable, I'd shave my head.  But if I did that, no one would talk to me probably and I'd regret it. A lot. But all I'm trying to say here is that guys have it SO EASY when it comes to hair. Buzz cut, and DONE.) Where was I? oh yeah, so i'm cutting my hair very short and  past my layers so i can just start fresh with this big chunk of fur sitting on top of my head, doing its own thing.  And i'll probably regret chopping all this hair off becuase i'm too lazy to actually do stuff with my hair everyday cuz its super curly and quite frankly thick so I know my short hair will turn into a hair-tastrophe and be a huge, curly, puff ball, fro thing that I'll cry myself to sleep about every night like I do now about my hair. (HAHA, just kidding... I'm not that crazy.. ) Well anyway, TWO WEEKS. prepare yourself. HAIR-POCOLYPSE. (did I spell that right?)

QUIT SNATCHIN'!

LISTEN. taking other people's food behind their back ins't cool. I know first hand. Today, someone stole my granola bar. I almost cried. Just kidding, I didn't. But anyway, I starved all morning. Except I did eat a piece of pound cake I brought first hour. But I starved all of second hour. Which wasn't cool. Anyway, Don't steal people's food if you don't want your's stolen. Just like, treat people the way you want to be treated. okay that is all.

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This locker dial in Lake Central High School's Freshman Center hallway patiently waits for his owner to crack its secret code.  This tiny lock is the only thing that has kept intruders out of its belongings all year. 

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In the Freshman Center hallway at Lake Central High School, this Lake Central cross country locker decoration proudly hangs on the outside of a cross country runner's locker. The cross country season was at the beginning of the year, but its school spirit still shines even towards the end of the year. 

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Room 9123 waits patiently for a student to swipe their fingers over its coarse brail code.  Students pass this lonely sign every day in the Freshman Center at Lake Central High School.

HEY BROS.

Ladies and Gentleman, you are now reading a fabulous blog written by Jillian Wilschke. She's great.

oh yeah, i went to Cali.

OH YEAH. I forgot to tell everyone that I actually went to California over winter break.  Ill tell you more about it in the future. it was a grand old time.

READ THIS.

LISTEN PEOPLE. Don't worry about anything, because in five years, NOTHING'S GOING TO MATTER. So eat as many chips as you want and do what you want. that is all.