My Grandfather (who lives in Florida) is visiting. He's been here since Sunday. And I haven't been allowed to go out at all. I know I may sound like a bratty teenager but COME ON.
When I was a kid I used to cry and beg for him to stay longer than just a few days. Time after time he left, saying he'd see me next Christmas or Easter or whatever. And now, how can he expect me to stop my life just because he decided to show up? It's just frustrating.
I'm currently watching a show on TLC about a morbidly obese family. It makes me feel super, super skinny. And at the same time I want to loose more weight. I swear to god though, this girl is sixteen and her arm is thicker than my face. I don't know how you could let yourself get like that. It weirds me out, dude.
I feel bad for not writing more. What do you guys like (if you guys are out there...)? Short or long? I'll try to stick to medium sized ones.
Tuesday, December 29, 2009
Sunday, December 27, 2009
Ohhh, the bitter sting of rejection.
I've "had my eye on" this certain senior boy for about a month? He's adorable and funny. I think he's pretty swell. We've been facebook messaging (is ashamed) for weeks. I just got a text from a mutual friend saying "I have some sad news for you. :(". I knew it was going to be about him. I was thinking "He has a girlfriend." But this is what I got...
"idk how to put this. Well we were talking and he doesn't return the crush and feels bad breaking hearts he says. But he felt bad if you thought he was because he didn't mean to seem like he was. He just thinks your cool like a friend."
A) The grammar is a tad....NASZXCYAESIFGAISUFDH.
B) You didn't break my heart, dude. I think you are hot and entertaining. I'm not IN GOO GOO LOVE with you.
Do you SEE the stuff I have to deal with everyday?
I've missed this. Oh, blogging, you make me feel so much better.
ANYWAY, I'm about to head off to a friend's place. We're probably going to sit around and eat Christmas leftovers.
Bye. :)
"idk how to put this. Well we were talking and he doesn't return the crush and feels bad breaking hearts he says. But he felt bad if you thought he was because he didn't mean to seem like he was. He just thinks your cool like a friend."
A) The grammar is a tad....NASZXCYAESIFGAISUFDH.
B) You didn't break my heart, dude. I think you are hot and entertaining. I'm not IN GOO GOO LOVE with you.
Do you SEE the stuff I have to deal with everyday?
I've missed this. Oh, blogging, you make me feel so much better.
ANYWAY, I'm about to head off to a friend's place. We're probably going to sit around and eat Christmas leftovers.
Bye. :)
Saturday, September 12, 2009
Hi!
It's been a while. And I have no excuses for you. Let us forge on.
I have officially conquered my first week of the tenth grade. Being a sophomore feels a lot better than being a freshman. Even thought it's just a tiny step up, I can feel the power coursing through me. I can now yell "STUPID FRESHMEN!" at confused ninth graders. I can tell them what to do. I can make then do things for me. I AM ALIIIIIIIIIVE. MWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! *cough*
Anyway, my classes for this tri-mester are:
1st hour: Band
2nd hour: CP Algebra 2
3rd hour: Spanish II
4th hour: American English
5th hour: CP Biology
Band's a great class to have. I don't have a text book or homework. Sometimes, it gets on my nerves but hey, I could never quit. Mr.Beson is my director. I've had him since the fifth grade so I know what to expect. Algebra II makes me nervous. I'm doing good so far but math and I.....don't get along very well. I have a compact man called Mr.Betway as a teacher. You can tell he's absolutely IN LOVE with all things numeric. He does a lot of board work, which is good, I'm usually a visual learner. Spanish is pie. PIE. Lots of homework though. I have the same teacher a I did last year. Senora Weber. The class is pretty boring but I manage to enjoy it on a regular basis. I'll always love English. And I just so happen to love my english teacher this year. She's witty and you can tell that she really cares about literature. Mrs.Barczyk. CP Biology is peachy. Mrs.Madigan is a bit odd but I like her. I sit right next to a good friend in that class so it's hilarious.
I own four cockatiels. Crackers, Peatree, Leia and Chips. Chips is a bastard. Really, he is one mean bird. We're under suspicion that he's pulling the feathers off of the other bird's heads. Yeah, he's in solitary isolation. We put him in a seperate cage and moved that cage in the upstairs office. He squawks almost constantly and is exhausted at night. He's constantly nervous. I feel bad for him. And today, my devil cat, Izzy, was pawing at him through the bars. I almost beat that cat. My Mom treats Izzy like her baby. He can do no wrong. So when I see him doing something bad, I punish him. He gets a slap on the butt. Chips was trembling. The poor baby. I sweet talked him down and gave him some treat millet spray. I wanted to cuddle him but uh, he's a mean bird. Yeah, he's stressed. I'm stressed. We're all tired. Goodnight.
I have officially conquered my first week of the tenth grade. Being a sophomore feels a lot better than being a freshman. Even thought it's just a tiny step up, I can feel the power coursing through me. I can now yell "STUPID FRESHMEN!" at confused ninth graders. I can tell them what to do. I can make then do things for me. I AM ALIIIIIIIIIVE. MWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! *cough*
Anyway, my classes for this tri-mester are:
1st hour: Band
2nd hour: CP Algebra 2
3rd hour: Spanish II
4th hour: American English
5th hour: CP Biology
Band's a great class to have. I don't have a text book or homework. Sometimes, it gets on my nerves but hey, I could never quit. Mr.Beson is my director. I've had him since the fifth grade so I know what to expect. Algebra II makes me nervous. I'm doing good so far but math and I.....don't get along very well. I have a compact man called Mr.Betway as a teacher. You can tell he's absolutely IN LOVE with all things numeric. He does a lot of board work, which is good, I'm usually a visual learner. Spanish is pie. PIE. Lots of homework though. I have the same teacher a I did last year. Senora Weber. The class is pretty boring but I manage to enjoy it on a regular basis. I'll always love English. And I just so happen to love my english teacher this year. She's witty and you can tell that she really cares about literature. Mrs.Barczyk. CP Biology is peachy. Mrs.Madigan is a bit odd but I like her. I sit right next to a good friend in that class so it's hilarious.
I own four cockatiels. Crackers, Peatree, Leia and Chips. Chips is a bastard. Really, he is one mean bird. We're under suspicion that he's pulling the feathers off of the other bird's heads. Yeah, he's in solitary isolation. We put him in a seperate cage and moved that cage in the upstairs office. He squawks almost constantly and is exhausted at night. He's constantly nervous. I feel bad for him. And today, my devil cat, Izzy, was pawing at him through the bars. I almost beat that cat. My Mom treats Izzy like her baby. He can do no wrong. So when I see him doing something bad, I punish him. He gets a slap on the butt. Chips was trembling. The poor baby. I sweet talked him down and gave him some treat millet spray. I wanted to cuddle him but uh, he's a mean bird. Yeah, he's stressed. I'm stressed. We're all tired. Goodnight.
Thursday, September 3, 2009
Monday, August 3, 2009
"Do you happen to have any ukuleles?"
"Why yes, we do. Two just came in last week. One's already been bought. They're selling fast."
And there is was, the most beautiful thing I've seen in a while, my (hopefully) future ukulele. Only forty dollars, I'm pumped beyond belief. Once I saw him, I knew what he'd be called, Pappy. I rifled through the junk on my desk, searching for something to put on him. I found an old ribbon I bought from a party store that was closing a while a go. #1 Grandpa. PUMPED! PUUUUUUUUMPED!
Onto other happy-making news, I might be getting a small aquarium for my gold fish, Morgan Freeman. He's SUCH a dirty fish. I hate keeping him in cloudly water for more than a few minutes, so I change his water every other day. This fish is treated like royalty, siriusly. So, if I get an aquarium, he'll be getting a fishy friend! I was eyeing this black pop-eyed gold fish at the store....
SFBOMD is still in Japan. I received some pictures a couple days ago. He's having the time of his life. I'm jealous but things aren't so bad here. I've been in a pretty fantastic mood for the last few days. I don't know if I'm marinating in the it'salmosttheendofthesummerlet'sdostuff excitement but it's been pleasant. I'm ready to go back to school. I miss seeing people and having something important to focus on.
"Why yes, we do. Two just came in last week. One's already been bought. They're selling fast."
And there is was, the most beautiful thing I've seen in a while, my (hopefully) future ukulele. Only forty dollars, I'm pumped beyond belief. Once I saw him, I knew what he'd be called, Pappy. I rifled through the junk on my desk, searching for something to put on him. I found an old ribbon I bought from a party store that was closing a while a go. #1 Grandpa. PUMPED! PUUUUUUUUMPED!
Onto other happy-making news, I might be getting a small aquarium for my gold fish, Morgan Freeman. He's SUCH a dirty fish. I hate keeping him in cloudly water for more than a few minutes, so I change his water every other day. This fish is treated like royalty, siriusly. So, if I get an aquarium, he'll be getting a fishy friend! I was eyeing this black pop-eyed gold fish at the store....
SFBOMD is still in Japan. I received some pictures a couple days ago. He's having the time of his life. I'm jealous but things aren't so bad here. I've been in a pretty fantastic mood for the last few days. I don't know if I'm marinating in the it'salmosttheendofthesummerlet'sdostuff excitement but it's been pleasant. I'm ready to go back to school. I miss seeing people and having something important to focus on.
Wednesday, July 29, 2009
Hello my freaky darlings...
The League of Extraordinary Gentlemen is on.....
Today, I woke around noon to my Mother opening the blinds. I then laid in bed for another hour, staring at my cactus and pouting. Why must the nights be so short? Why must the sun be so bright? "To fuel the world and all it's living things." My awake half side said. Yeah, whatever. I slouched around in some sweats and made a chicken quesadilla. I even added my own spicy sauce (was desperately trying to recreate Taco Bell's sauce). Then, I dressed quickly to hitch a ride to the dollar store with my Brother to get some snacks. Two Arizona Green Tea's, some wafer cookies and Cheddar Pringles. Then, I came home, pigged out and watched Donnie Darko. Eventful, huh? Now, I'm taking facebook quizzes. These things seriously rock. "Which Hogwarts Man Would You Have Ended Up With?" (DRACO) "Which Death Eater are you?" (Severus Snape) "Which DragonBall Z character are you?" (Vegeta) "NCIS, Who are you?" (McGee) "What 1st gen. pokemon are you?" (Bulbasaur) Geeeeeeeeeeeeeeeek.
Oh my god. Extenze 4 Her? Really? Taking a pill to increase your sex drive. Wowieeee. I mean, if you really need that... I hope no guys make their lady friends take this. They make drugs for everything. Whoa, nerd thought. They should make Polyjuice Pills. That would be way easier than brewing it. If I took a PP I'd turn into Michael Jackson, just to screw with everyone. (That....was mean.) How would I even get some of his....nevermind. Just nevermind.
Today, I woke around noon to my Mother opening the blinds. I then laid in bed for another hour, staring at my cactus and pouting. Why must the nights be so short? Why must the sun be so bright? "To fuel the world and all it's living things." My awake half side said. Yeah, whatever. I slouched around in some sweats and made a chicken quesadilla. I even added my own spicy sauce (was desperately trying to recreate Taco Bell's sauce). Then, I dressed quickly to hitch a ride to the dollar store with my Brother to get some snacks. Two Arizona Green Tea's, some wafer cookies and Cheddar Pringles. Then, I came home, pigged out and watched Donnie Darko. Eventful, huh? Now, I'm taking facebook quizzes. These things seriously rock. "Which Hogwarts Man Would You Have Ended Up With?" (DRACO) "Which Death Eater are you?" (Severus Snape) "Which DragonBall Z character are you?" (Vegeta) "NCIS, Who are you?" (McGee) "What 1st gen. pokemon are you?" (Bulbasaur) Geeeeeeeeeeeeeeeek.
Oh my god. Extenze 4 Her? Really? Taking a pill to increase your sex drive. Wowieeee. I mean, if you really need that... I hope no guys make their lady friends take this. They make drugs for everything. Whoa, nerd thought. They should make Polyjuice Pills. That would be way easier than brewing it. If I took a PP I'd turn into Michael Jackson, just to screw with everyone. (That....was mean.) How would I even get some of his....nevermind. Just nevermind.
Wednesday, July 22, 2009
Ahhh, vacation.
I'm in South Carolina. Sweet, hot, sunny, South Carolina. It's been raining all week in Detroit. *does a neener neener dance* Ha ha ha ha HA! We're currently staying at Hilton Head Island. Soft sandy beaches, palm trees and cute lizards running around. The only bad things are that I get bored...quite easily and it's super quiet here. Today, I sucked at miniature golf and floated around a pool. Oh! They have these things called "palmetto bugs". Sounds pretty exotic, right? I thought that these bugs might even be pretty. They aren't, because they're really cockroaches. HOW DARE YOU DECEIVE ME SOUTH CAROLINIANS!?!?!? Ahem, moving on.
While I was floating in the previously mentioned pool I overheard the following conversation:
little boy #1: Hey! Little boy #2!
little boy #2: What?
little boy #1: This is Little boy #3, he swam under my boogie board so we're friends now.
Easy friendship, no? I wish things were still that easy. No automatic judgement and drama. Although, being older definitely has it's benefits.
Anyway, tomorrow we're driving into Savannah, Georgia for a ghost tour. I'm outrageously excited. I'm doubtful we'll actually see anything but the atmosphere is good enough for me. I'm not really sure on what my opinion on ghosts is but I like them, real or not. :) Well, I'm off to shamelessly write Harry Potter fanfiction. If you're interested, I can post my family. I'm married to Draco. Ha ha. We have children. Three, actually. Pansy can suck it. XD
While I was floating in the previously mentioned pool I overheard the following conversation:
little boy #1: Hey! Little boy #2!
little boy #2: What?
little boy #1: This is Little boy #3, he swam under my boogie board so we're friends now.
Easy friendship, no? I wish things were still that easy. No automatic judgement and drama. Although, being older definitely has it's benefits.
Anyway, tomorrow we're driving into Savannah, Georgia for a ghost tour. I'm outrageously excited. I'm doubtful we'll actually see anything but the atmosphere is good enough for me. I'm not really sure on what my opinion on ghosts is but I like them, real or not. :) Well, I'm off to shamelessly write Harry Potter fanfiction. If you're interested, I can post my family. I'm married to Draco. Ha ha. We have children. Three, actually. Pansy can suck it. XD
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