Sorry If It Confused You...

Hi guys and gals! This is your host Stargirl here bringing you yet another blog entry!!! Before I start to go deeply through with what I'd like to share and discuss with you all, I want to clarify things so that you don't unreasonably accuse me with anything (not that it would affect me, it's just that I think you'll understand once I break it down for you). The thing's that this blog has some weird traits, such as, some parts being Turkish and all entries seem consecutive, as if I'm trying to deceive you all.  Well, I was going through my list of languages I could set up for my new computer as I saw a few languages I had yet to even witness, so I decided to add that course to my homeschooling process and I came up with this brand new course: "Learning Extra-Curricular Languages" class. This month, I decided to cover "Turkish" and Blogger instantly decided that I came from Turkey, so that's what the unknown language is about. And about the date and time of the entries, my computer is a bit old, so don't go blame it or anything. "It's internal battery doesn't run when fully turned off." says my father, and I only use this computer for blogs these days. Now let's start our entry, now that we got all of these out of the way.
It's time for the soothing melody of the day (which comes with a video that has this game in which you try to avoid blocks that come according to the melody of the song you chose(I believe it's called Audiosurf));

 Today, I'm going to be talking about how we should treat "different" people. As a person seen like that through a complicated year of regular education, I suppose I can tell you how to treat one like that. Just don't. Don't think them as different and you're done! Don't ignore, or shun them, show them the same respect and affection you do to people you aren't the best of friends, and you're good to go! That kind of had the traits that a tip of the day would have, so it's time for a life story..!

 Chapter Uno

   It was my first day at Mica Area High School, the place where I got almost all the life experience necessary to develop further. I had my ukulele strapped around my back, my bag filled with a vase, sunflowers, the checkered tablecloth and Cinnamon. Everyone was keeping track of what I was doing, even their faces telling each other: "Did you see HER?" I was completely aware and yet, I didn't care, and never would, to be honest. ı had acquired the list of birthday of the students there, and decided to show them that they were, contrary to popular belief, important for others. I did everything I had planned and hoped that people wouldn't take me as a simple attention princess.

   Since I don't fully remember what happened at that faithful day, that's all I can say about the first day there and am willing to continue if you guys show a little bit of support. See you all later!(and sorry for the plainness of the entry)