September 23, 2010

Go to hell

I'm sorry, but your going to have to listen through my horrible stories and hear me complain about the world. I don't even know where to start, I have so much anger towards everyone who walks on this planet. Anyways like no big deal, I'm wearing a long white  kinda flowy prairie skirt with a blue and yellow stripped cropped sweater over it and my simple shoes. A bow in hair, lipstick, glasses.  I walk into school and its like they have seen someone gotten shot or something. Eyes popping out like, what the hell are you wearing? Half the people are like you look so cute, one thing I hate being called... or I get asked if I'm secretly a 40-year-old... like yes, sorry I've been keeping this from everyone... I'm actually a 43-year-old women and I've just been living a scam all these years. Going back to the subject of being called cute, like stop I'm not 5-years-old anymore. Being called cute used to be a compliment back in 4th grade when it was ok to be called cute. I'm in high school now and being called cute just brings me back to the awkward stages of life. Next time you call me cute, remember do I really look cute?

So there was my introduction to my day, as you can tell it was a very interesting day;hence the fact, that I have an age range from 5 to about 80-years-old. No one ever thinks I'm a 14-year-old girl. I guess that could give me so advantages though, if I ever want to go clubbing... I'm sure they would let in a nana and if I'm trying to get a kids meal deal at my favorite local place to eat. This is what they would most likely say, why here you go little kiddo! Then I would probably, walk back my sit crying because I look like I'm 7 and laughing because I totally got my meal for $4.65. So here's my day, as I said before I walked into school people who don't usually see me were like holy...blah blah blah... people from Washburne, pervious hell of a school, were like yay, Hettie's back. I bowed, kiss kiss. Yes, Hettie is back. From now, and until the rest of high school and forever. 

I wonder why I didn't go full out the first month of school... I kind of regret it... the comments I get amuse me. I guess you could say I was nervous. I didn't know if I would laugh or cry. I did both ha.

Stories of my day, I hope they make you laugh.

First period, english. Decent, nothing super intense happened. Just learning about reading and writing as usual, I walk into class. I hear a few chuckles, like whatever. I'm funny looking right? A kid, not so nice one, is laughing his butt off. I was giving him the death stare through my glasses. He's laughing, my teachers like, "Oh, whats so funny?" He's like I don't know never mind. I know what he's laughing about, I clearly see him looking at me and laughing. It's already though. I laugh back at him, he wrote on his paper his life goal was to rule the world.

Second period, Gym. Normal, worst time of day. Walk in seated as if no one noticed me. Thank god.

Third period, worst thing of all. World History. So, the day before in History my teacher told us we were having a sub and be respectful and all that stuff. So, I'm coming from gym and I walk into a classroom of like 5 kids sitting, one looks at me dead serious and goes, "Are you the sub?". Are you kidding? I've been in your class for over a month. Have you never seen me before? I SIT NEXT TO YOU! He sighs... Oh, It's hettie, why are you dressed like my grandma? I sat in my seat with my head down for the rest of my class

Lunch, good. I was with my dear ol' friend Michael. Who totally understands me. We are best friends or I think of him as my best friend. The best friend love isn't really returned though. I really feel like secretly Michael hates me only because I love him too much and I force him to share his cola addiction with me. Sorry, I can't help if my throat is parched!

Fifth period, teacher goes, "Good look" I think he thinks I was kidding.

Sixth period, BIO. I actually got in a fight here. A few fists went up and my claws came up. I kid comes up to me, "Are you a new girl?". **Sigh**. No. I'm not jerko. Ten minutes later, I repeat the 'joke' to him. "Hey wait! Your new right? I don't know what is it, but I've never seen you before". Yeah, thats right. Major slap in the face. He's reply was ok. Of course though, It didn't stop. His stupid, purple haired, lip ring, lap partner, was like totally lab partner power like, "Yeah! New girl, you look like my grandma!". Seriously right now, I'm being made fun by a kid who probably eats his boogers on his free time and a kid who pierced his own lip. They can not be talking. I was about to knock them out. 

Seventh period, I don't even remember

Eighth period, ah back at home in the art room. Oh how lovely art class is for the weirdos.

Ninth period, so close to leaving school... of course, I get into another argue with this n00b. He made fun of my clothing and I was like yo dude, at least I don't wear my boxers inside out. Yeah, thats right. I noticed it and it was a mega perfect timing. He was wearing his boxers inside out and he was calling a grandma. He was like why do you wear just ugly clothing?

I will tell you why. I like it. It doesn't matter what you or what your teachers or friends or anything thinks. It's because I like it and thats all. 

My life be like oohh ahhhh oohhh ahhh.

The horrible stories of Hettie Price's life.

I should write a book.




  1. Can you put pictures of this "ugly" outfit? I'm sure it's not. I look up to you, you can stand up for yourself, and you wear what YOU wan because YOU like it. I respect that :)

  2. I agree. I want to see it. You have no idea how amazing you are! All these idiots peak in high school and that's sad. You will have a wonderful life of success ahead of you. Don't let them get to you!

    I admire you so much.

  3. i like this post alot! will you please post more about your days broken up by what happens each period?? and GOOD FOR YOU for wearing what you want! you're so amazing and you have your own sense of style, un like most girls our age!

  4. Hettttiiiieeeee why didnt u go all out the other day? I saw u and i was like thats not hettie wtffff?


  5. forget what other people think

    u are awesome!

    i really enjoy reading ur blog

  6. Hettie, you are going to be the fashion expert jet setting all over the world, traveling, eating great food, and making clothes. The people who dare to make fun of you are all the same. They will end up in the North Shore doing the same routine everyday, bored and unhappy.

    The thing that is special about you is that you dare to be different. If you stop daring, you wouldn't be you.

    Keep being yourself. High school is not exactly the easiest moment in life to live through, but don't change.

    You are extraordinary Hettie! Don't let the average people get you down.

  7. Hettie,

    You are beautiful and sweet and adventurous. I look up to your self-confidence. YOU are absolutely wonderful. And these people who are mean to you? WHO do they think they ARE? Uh uh. You did NOT just mess with Hettie! Noooosireeee.