Blogpost #2
By @AdventuresbyNova
Status: PUBLISHED
Hey there!
I know I said that I'd update you on whatever I get but, frankly, some things aren't that easy to pen down.
There's the matter of discerning which informations are necessary for you. The last thing I'd want is to suggest something, you try it and it ends up backfiring or not working at all.
But I have another one *said in DJ Khaled voice*
Tip 2: Find your place.
As obvious as it sounds, you have to be sure of the position you're in. If you're not out there yet, accept it! Also accept the fact that that needs to change.
This should be the first tip but populars rank beauty first which goes to show just how vain they all can be.
Acknowledging that there's something that needs chang
After the game — we won, by the way — I caught up with Anne and the rest and they all agreed I should go to the sleepover. Even Jordan too — after she confused me for her nana. Why Jordan, just why?After two hours of pleading with my mom I finally made it.I sat on Jordan's warm carpet, the five cheerleaders from my class seated in a circle around me.Jordan's mom had made some cookies which we munched while we did homework, or more correctly, while I did homework. The rest of them just copied from mine. My inner nerd protested but I just shut her up.“OK, Taylor, it's your turn,” Darcy said.I looked down in the middle and found the Coke bottle we had been spinning had faced me.“What's the most embarrassing thing that's ever happened to you?” Darcy asked, her blue eyes shining with mischief and delight.
Blogpost #3By @AdventuresbyNovaStatus: PUBLISHEDHello people!I don't even know where to start! Phew! It's been a busy week.I don't know what to write, I don't know what to do, I don't even know how to feel! My head's a jumbled mess — like my room presently. Don't ask why — I'm not sure this will help in your quest to get popular, but it's something I've learned this past few days, and hey, it's better than an empty notepad, right?So here goes:Tip 3: Get out of your comfort zone.I know, I know, it's comfortable and secure, but you're not going to make any friends if you sit in the same place day after day, year after year. Get out, explore and make friends. Remember, if you're friends with everybody it'll be easier to remember you and invite you to parties an
Indy's words kept taunting me leading to a long sleepless night.What did she mean? Were we no longer friends? If we weren't, what are we now?It was beginning to become clear that this project — this path I decided to take — would cost me a lot.I wondered what next I would lose as I entered the studio.Seeing as school ended twenty minutes ago it was almost empty except for Mr. Lancaster.“Hi Mr. Lancaster,” I greeted and plopped on a chair in front of his desk.“Taylor, thank God. Principal Alderman wants a piece on the Cougars preparation for the game against the Pirates next week. It's a long standing feud between the two, she wants it extra biased and I can't find someone dumb enough to do it for the paper, will you write it for me?”I furrowed my eyebrows. “What?”He rolled hi
"I swear! This idiot really went after that cop!" Jake placed his hand on his brother's shoulder and doubled over with laughter.Everyone except Lucian - he's into the Goth stuff and doesn't laugh much - joined him. Drake, however, didn't think it was funny and his face showed he was going to murder us in our sleep."Yeah, yeah, yeah. I was drunk, so what? Can we please talk about something else?""Like what?" Kenneth placed his hand behind him and propped himself up."How evil and scheming you are," Daniel pointed a finger at Kenneth.Kenneth gasped in mock horror and put a hand on his chest. "Scheming, moi?""What you made us do yesterday was . . . was," Daniel searched for words. When he couldn't find the right one he folded his arms and fumed.I chortled, tears streaming out of my eyes. Kenneth joined me and we were the
The bear eventually left after being chased off by coach Bryson and a park ranger.On the way back it was the only thing we could talk about. And by we I mean the boys, I was too busy putting my notes together.It occurred to me last night when I was finally allowed back to my tent that instead of just publishing it on my blog, I could get Mr. Lancaster to let me present it on a show or something. It's way easier to come on air and explain it to everyone."Almost done?" Kenneth asked from beside me.He was so sweet yesterday, staying with me until I fell asleep because, as much as I hate to admit it, the bear thing freaked me out. If a bear could come into the campsite, what's stopping a sna
"Daddy!" I whined into my father's ear."OK, Taylor. Would you quit that?" he looked up from his book and glared at me."No, please let me go!"When I got home I told my parents that I wanted to go see a movie with Kenneth. My dad immediately forbade me from going out. But knowing my dad, a little whining would get him to crack. All I needed was some patience."Daddy!" I yelled.He and mom were watching TV in the living room and I stood beside him pleading."Taylor Charlotte, I've told you, you are not leaving this house after 7:30."&n
"Entry . . . who cares anyways! Hello people! So much has happened since I posted that little note saying I'll be starting this project and so much has happened since I posted my first entry. I made new friends, went on a camping trip that almost ended in bloodshed and fell in love and was heartbroken on the same day. All in all, Project Popular has been a real eye-opener. I got a taste of the popular life, but guess what? It's bitter and I'm very content with being unnoticed and un-popular. Sleepovers and scary camping trips, guess who's not coming next time? That's right, moi! Count me out! I'm very happy with my three crazy and awesome besties - if they forgive me that is. So this is it people of earth, the last note from Taylor on this subject. If you didn't watch my pitiful excuse for a program y
I saved the last entry and uploaded it to my blog. I closed my laptop and gathered Leslie in my arms petting her. A knock on my door startled me. "Come in," I told the person. "Hey kiddo," my mom entered and closed the door. Her blue eyes were concerned. "How you feeling?" I couldn't stand going to school today. My friends were mad at me, Rebecca's probably back and I didn't have the courage to face Kenneth, so I bundled myself in as many blankets as I could find thus increasing my body temperature making my mom think I had a fever. "I'm feeling better," I answered. She sat on my bed and touched my cheek. "Tell me what's wrong." "Why? So you can analyze me?" Her lips widened in a smile. Ellie Crewman - my mom - was a psychologist. She wasn't restricted to just one sphere of the job - unfortunatel