#JackieFact

idk those just made me laugh so i thot maybe u wud laf 2 lol jackie wat u crazy gnome.


Just a few #JackieFacts for you to read and then judge me about.

1.  I HATE bananas. If I was stranded on an island and the only food on that island were bananas, I would die of starvation.

2.  I am indeed about that ADD lyfe tho.

3.  I love JB and T-Swiz and if you hate on them there is a 94.6% chance I will come to your house in the middle of the night and shave your hair into a mohawk. A really badly done, unstylish mohawk.

4. Summa time is the best time and I was meant to live at the beach.

5. I play (whoa I was trying to type "play" but I typed "okay" by accident ok never mind continue) lacrosse. Specifically defense and some midfield.

6. I'm undeniably the most fierce, fearless, flawless, ratchet, bamf, gnome member of the Buckman family. (I was gonna say in the world but then I came up with a long list of people that would be ahead of me.)

7. For a career, I would like to be either a Veterinarian for the ASPCA, or an extremely successful singer/songwriter. I have diverse taste.

8. I love the internet.

9. I love fashion, even though you wouldn't be able to tell since most of the time I'm dressed like I'm an urban camper. (That's the nice word for hobo.)

10. I'm addicted to music like it's cocaine.

11. I believe that life is both chance and choice.

12.  My soul is made of cake and popcorn chicken

13.  Polar bears are my favorite animal and I plan on buying one. And people always tell me, "Jackie are you serious? It's gonna eat you, it's a wild animal, blah blah blah. " But I have a plan. If I buy it as a cub and raise it as my own, it will love me and not eat me so LET ME LIVE OKAY.

14. Sparkles are a way of life. 

Day of a Jackie

First of all, I want to start of by letting you all know that I think Demi Lovato is a fearless, flawless, perfect little bamf. 

And sometimes I listen to her beautiful Camp Rock songs.

(By "sometimes," I mean daily.)

Today I figured I would write a nice little blog post for you peasants about a typical Jackie day, so you can have an idea of how I live. I don't know why I thought you would care about my life.

First thing that happens to me, is my alarm goes off. Every single morning without fail, it takes me a minimum of 9 minutes to understand what is going on and that my alarm is even going off. It like gets incorporated into my dream or something. 

Then when I get my act together enough to understand that my alarm is going off, I go through all the things in my head that must be done before I go to school, and I rank them in order of importance. Then when this is done, I figure out how many I can forfeit for extra minutes of sleep. Some frequent examples would include...

• Doing my hair
• Picking out a non-homeless person looking outfit to wear

When I finally throw myself out of bed, I proceed to pick out something to wear. It is either something swagtastic and fearless, accentuating my edgy, girly-girl, mermaid, gnome, fairy, biker, boho, hipster style, or it looks like I need to be nominated to go on What Not To Wear. 

I proceed to go downstairs to my bathroom (Which is weird because there is a bathroom right next to my room, but for some reason that one belongs to my sister and the one on another level belongs to me.) and brush my teeth and do my hair. Generally, the case is that I stayed in bed too long and have to do my makeup at school before class. Don't judge. 

Following this I go through three hour and 45 minute long classes (See Thoughts During School to find out what goes on in my head throughout these,) until it's lunch time. Then I go to lunch and sometimes cry tears of joy because I just love food so much. Food is like an emotion that I feel in my soul.

After that we go to one more class and then I get on my bus and sit alone and listen to music. Alone. Surprise surprise.

When I get home I look for food, but since we never actually have any real food, I usually just make myself some toast.

I feel like this is getting boring... Oh well. Sor sor.

Then I sit around and play on my iPod until it's time to go to lacrosse practice. I refuse to do any homework before I go to lacrosse, and I don't really know why, but I do.

Swagalicious lacrosse practice is the time when I go hang out with all my swag gnomes and we play the game of lacrosse. Swag.

Then when I get home I stay up until 11:00 hating myself for not doing some of my homework before practice when I should've. And then I fall asleep and dream weird Jackie dreams and do it all again the next day.

Guys I'm really sorry that this post sucks as bad as the Boston Red Sox (Go Yanks!). I am just a gnome. What more can you expect of me?

OH and also, home lax game. Today. 6:15. Matt Knoop Memorial Park.

Be there or be square.

You'll probably be square because I'm putting this up a few hours before the event, but now we're even. You didn't come to my lacrosse game, I didn't give you a good post. Love you. Meow, bye. 

LAX Bro Lyfe

HELLO LOVELIES. HOW ARE YOU ALL FEELING ON THIS LOVELY FRIDAY. LOVELY? LOVELY.

Well I have had just a lovely past few days filled with lacrosse, lacrosse, and more lacrosse. Yesterday we had our first game of the real season. Park City vs. Riverton. I am so excited about this Park City JV team because we rock.

Park City JV team at the Gathering of the Tribes tournament

We won, final score was 9 - 7 ( I think.)  Then, today we had the first half of the Gathering Of The Tribes tournament. We first played Jordan and won 5 - 1, then we played Juan Diego and won 8 - 3. 

I just love lacrosse games. They're so adrenaline-filled and exciting. I mostly play D-Wing which is a midfield position, and low defense. Since, I'm so good at being a Lax Bro-ette, I wanted to share some of my insightful tips with you that I've come up with over the years. 

1. (Tip courtesy of Coach Glee Corsetti) 50% of lacrosse is acting. Girl is running close to you, just fall over. Just over do it and fall on the ground and roll around and be all disoriented and then the ref will be all, "We have a push on number 34 white. Red ball. Everybody give her four." And then you win. Can I get an oscar over here?

2. This is a tip I made up for when I'm on defense. Just get really close to your girl and in a really high, creepy, whisper voice just start telling a story. Like, just start making up a story, it can be about anything you want, and just start telling it. Your girl will be all confused by your weirdness and be like, "what the heck?" and she'll drop it and you win. 

3. The final tip I'm going to share with you also comes from my imaginational brain. So when you're in the game, and you need a little push or pump up, just start pretending you're in The Hunger Games. Like, if you need to catch that girl, sprint like she's about to grab your backpack at the feast. If you're on offense, pull some sneaky Foxface move and dodge that girl and shoot. Works every time. The trick is you have to really be vivid in your imagining, otherwise it's just stupid. Like, what. 

So there you go then. Follow these tips and you'll be a pro like me, Maddie, Claire, and Micaela in no time. 

Jatalie Bogan

Despite common misconception, I actually do have friends. Hard to believe, I know. I even have more than one!

And I love all my friends quite a bit. They are fantastic weirdos who, for one reason or another, accept my weirdness and even enjoy hanging out with me. (I think.) 

Ok, actually, side note really quick before I get into this post. I always used to have this weird suspicion that every single person in the whole world was on this mission, and they all had to pretend to like me and be my friends, family, teachers, everybody I knew and interacted with. But secretly they were all on this quest to kill me. Like I was certain everybody in the world met in these meetings every month and did progress reports on me and then all plotted that one day they would all turn on me and kill me. I think I was exposed to crime and conspiracy cable TV shows at too young of an age....

Focus Jackie. 

Oh, yes, my friends. I love them all. One of my very very best-est-est-est-est friends (who was mentioned in my last post), is Natalie. Our friendship name is Jatalie Bogan. It's like Jackie Buckman, and Natalie Hogan combined. Yes? Good. And I promised Natalie I would write a blog post all about her and publish it for all of my internet people to read.  So here we go. A little friendship history for you all.  

Natalie moved to Park City in the middle of 6th grade. I have lived here my whole entire life. (Same house, same bedroom and everything.) Neither of us can even really remember exactly, but the summer before 7th grade I saw her somewhere and we talked a little bit. You know, you meet someone and you're like "oh they're pretty cool." So anyway, on the first day of 7th grade I was waiting for the bus in the morning and she walked up. I was like "Oh yay! Someone to talk to and I'm not alone now." So we started talking and when the bus came, we sat together. And that was the start of it all. 

I also remember the first time we ever hung out outside of school, she took me to this country club kinda thing to go swimming and for lunch we had chicken tenders with fries and rootbeer. 

Then we just hung out all the time, which was pretty easy since she just lived up the street and we could walk back and forth between our houses. 

Little bit about us:

                  Natalie                                            Jackie                              

- Has (undiagnosed) OCD                       - Has (diagnosed) ADD

- Has moved 9 times in her life                - Has never moved

- Allergic to bananas                                - HATES bananas 

- Plays Lacrosse                                       - Plays lacrosse

- Has a younger brother                           - Has a younger sister

- Is a Virgo                                               - Is an Aquarius

- Is gorgeous                                            - Resembles a human (kinda)                                                                                                                                                    

                                                                                           

Then, halfway through 8th grade last year, she found out that she was moving again, to Florida this time. It was really surreal and hard for me to deal with since I'd never had a friend like that taken away from me. 

But we found a way to work around it. We talk every day, just like we would if she still lived here. Nothing really changed, we just don't get to see each other face to face like we would if she was still here. We also visit each other at least twice a year; I go there in the summer for her birthday in August, she comes back here in the winter for my birthday in January. It's a pretty good system. Oh, she also has since moved to Georgia, so that's where she currently resides now. 

Collage of our pictassss

She also takes really really cute pictures of me...

Awkward Bird Dance

Ka-pow gun hands

Have my arm around an invisible person

Pullin' a Jesus

#Hawt

My milkshake brings all the boys to the yard

Babe Status

I was eating ok?

She also makes cute memes 

I know Cereal Guy, I know. 

I don't know how to explain myself

Don't sass me boy

How am I still single?

And then we also have some together in which I tried to look as socially acceptable as possible

Summer 2012 in FLORIDA 

Rock n' roll

Being gorg is tough sometimes

January 2013

Bus ride sometime in late 2011 (I know cause my braces are off, so it has to be after October 22) 

Her last day in Utah in the Jupiter Bowl bathroom

So there you go Natalie, your very own post on Awkwardly Awkward. You're welcome.

OH. AND ALSO, HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO ME ON JANUARY 29TH. 

15 days and then I'll be 15 years young. That means I can get my learners permit, even though that's highly unlikely since I haven't started studying at all and I wouldn't even be able to tell you which pedal is the gas and which is the break.

Pizza and Halloween Candy Aren't Good Pre-Workout Snacks

   
     So incase you were not aware, I quite enjoy playing lacrosse. Contrary to popular belief, I do not lay on the couch with a bag of chips in my lap ALL year long. I only do that for most of the year. But alas, pre-season lacrosse conditioning has begun. I have this nifty little calendar that tells me what I have to workout every day, that my coaches so generously put together and gave us all at the first pre-season meeting this past Wednesday night.
 
   On top of that, this conditioning is self-mandated, so I had the task of figuring out how in the world I'm going to make myself have the self discipline to do all the fun things. So I was pondering this, and I had this idea come to me. Like a vision. When I am running and planking and lunging and all that jazz, I think to myself: Jackie. Justin Bieber is at the end of this run. He is waiting for you. Are you going to give up now, let him down, and spend the rest of your life alone?

     Needless to say, I then run like heck.

     Yesterday was the first day of these festivities, and I learned quite a valuable lesson. If you have done nothing but lay on your bed and watch TV for four months, and then go try to run 2 miles at 6 mph with a stomach full of pizza and leftover Halloween candy, you WILL throw up. (And people in the gym bathroom will most likely suspect that you are bulimic or something.)

     Also, if you go four months doing nothing, and then go do a bunch of core and lower body strength exercises, you will not be able to get out of your bed in the morning. Like, physically not able, because your core (or in my case, abs of steel) are extremely sore and you cannot move. Just a heads up.

     And! The other thing about this fun schedule that I now have, is that I have workouts every single day of the week except for Wednesdays and Sundays. Umm, excuse me, but what the heck? Do I look like I have time to go workout? I'm kind of busy watching TV. Thanks anyway though.

    So, thats how my Thursday went. I'll keep you all updated. And feel free to go ask some of my fellow teammates how their training is going. They would be: Claire, Livi, and Maddie. They may try to discount this whole post by calling me out on how I make these sound a lot worse than they are. Don't listen.

My life for the next month. #yay