So like my profile says, I’m Ripley Connor, daughter of an alien-human and a terminator. And this blog is an assignment that I do not want to do at all. But I’m hoping it’ll grow on me since it’s better than writing analysis papers about some artsy movie, right?
I just have no idea what Sameena expects. I know, my media and communications teacher says to call her by her first name because I guess she wants to seem cool and laidback or something. She wants us to write not only about everyday stuff, but about our families, our backgrounds, who we are. I just want to pass this class.
I know I have to play up the whole alien-terminator thing. She loves terminators and aliens. It’s like she thinks being human is just boring. I swear, if she asks me one more question about my great-great grandmother, I will die. Ellen Ripley was a cranky old woman when I met her!!
The only cool thing about all this is I get to read Dale’s blog. He already knows I like him, so I don’t care if he reads this. Hi Dale!! I really have to figure out what to talk to him about. Everyone says he’s a great football player. I mean he is super buff, definitely terminator. I went to one of the games and only stared at him the whole time. I want to talk about how great the game was and kinda know what I’m talking about, you know? I don’t even know what position he plays. I guess I have to finally learn football from Dad. So not looking forward to that, but Dad will love the whole dad-daughter bonding thing. It worked for my sisters, but actually, I really prefer church. At least I understand that and like it!
I heard you can actually make money from some of these blogs. Maybe I’ll finally be able to buy some decent clothes. Mom and Dad said they can’t afford everything I like. I mean, I want to be a fashion designer and a model, so I need to wear the clothes I love. I can see what fits, what works, learn about good fabrics. Mom says just to try things on in the store. It’s not the same. I know Dale would be BLOWN AWAY by me in a gorgeous Armani outfit. I mean, everyone would just die!
Dad says I should get a part-time job to pay for the outfits. I think I am going to. If I get a few modeling gigs, I can make a lot of money. I have to get some head shots and go to every modeling agency in town.
I guess I should also learn how to draw if I want to be a fashion designer. And sew. I’ll have to buy a sewing machine, but then I have to learn how to use it! And I hate learning about new technologies!
Too much new stuff! And we have to make a Facebook and Twitter page for this class. I really should ask Dale to help me with all this technology, right?