The sudden change in humidity has ruined my mood and health. I always get sinus pressure and head aches when it's suddenly humid. Blehh, people want to stay the night and all I want to do is sit in as little clothing as possible and drink green tea. I woke around noon today and played some Pokemon. I'm halfway through the Elite Four, +1 pwnage point for me. Then my Mother and Brother dragged me out of bed to go shopping. I needed some jeans.
We stopped at the pet store for cat food first. Pet stores make me all giddy and loving. I pet any animal I can get my hands on. Even the rats, which my Mom hates, get cooed at. There was a young adult cat by the name of Muffin in a cage up for adoption. I want him. Very, very much. MEOW.
Ramble, ramble, ramble. My Mom bought me sexy underwear, which was awkward but whatever. I begged for her to buy me the first season of Glee and prevailed. My Brother just went out with his evil girlfriend to look at corsages and boutineers for prom. Mrehhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, I wish SOMEONE would ask me to go. It's not like he has a date or anything. And jeez, I'mma frickin' Goddess. How could he NOT ask me? Pshhhh. (I hope you picked up on that heavy sarcasm.)
Welp, I'm off to watch Glee for the rest of the day and consume unnecessary calories. Yay Tuesday.
Tuesday, April 6, 2010
Monday, April 5, 2010
Since no one actually reads this..
I am going to confess to something. I just have to get it out. I HAVE to tell someone. I'm just so excited and proud.
Last night/early morning, I broke my first major rule in my teenage lifetime. I was originally sleeping over a friend's house with a few people. By eleven all of them were either drifting to sleep or consumed in a laptop. I was bored, to say the least. Another friend started to text me, text me about going bowling. Bowling is one of my ultimate weaknesses. If you happen to be a semi-attractive male who enjoys literature AND bowling, I will marry you. ANYWAY, I summoned up as much courage as I could and typed "Sure? I'll go." The deed was done. I had just made a major decision. From being a good daughter, who's never done anything wrong except the occasional lie and back talking, to the SUPAH DANGEROUS REBEL BAMF!!!!
I stole a pair of my friend's jeans and asked two of the boy's to unlock the front door at 1:40 so I could get back into the house. My rebellious behavior provoking friend picked me up. I had on jeans, socks and my pajama shirt. We were off to the lanes where we would be meeting a certain friend who happens to be a clever and attractive boy (a second weakness of mine) for an hour of bowling. We ended up staying much, much longer than that. I called the sleepy people and said I'd just be going home, feigning sick. They understood and I arrived at my humble abode at 2:23 am. I showered and then fell asleep. I FEEL SO EMPOWERED! I SNUCK OUT OF A HOUSE! APORIUIDJFNAJSDHASUDSAIXOKAMNDWYRIUASDAPOSDJKWCNMWA*UUXOIDNMASDOC. :D
Last night/early morning, I broke my first major rule in my teenage lifetime. I was originally sleeping over a friend's house with a few people. By eleven all of them were either drifting to sleep or consumed in a laptop. I was bored, to say the least. Another friend started to text me, text me about going bowling. Bowling is one of my ultimate weaknesses. If you happen to be a semi-attractive male who enjoys literature AND bowling, I will marry you. ANYWAY, I summoned up as much courage as I could and typed "Sure? I'll go." The deed was done. I had just made a major decision. From being a good daughter, who's never done anything wrong except the occasional lie and back talking, to the SUPAH DANGEROUS REBEL BAMF!!!!
I stole a pair of my friend's jeans and asked two of the boy's to unlock the front door at 1:40 so I could get back into the house. My rebellious behavior provoking friend picked me up. I had on jeans, socks and my pajama shirt. We were off to the lanes where we would be meeting a certain friend who happens to be a clever and attractive boy (a second weakness of mine) for an hour of bowling. We ended up staying much, much longer than that. I called the sleepy people and said I'd just be going home, feigning sick. They understood and I arrived at my humble abode at 2:23 am. I showered and then fell asleep. I FEEL SO EMPOWERED! I SNUCK OUT OF A HOUSE! APORIUIDJFNAJSDHASUDSAIXOKAMNDWYRIUASDAPOSDJKWCNMWA*UUXOIDNMASDOC. :D
Sunday, April 4, 2010
Sunday, February 7, 2010
I just feel like typing...
I'll probably stop this half way through and end up deleting it. Woo, optimism!
Tonight was a good tonight. (Thank you, BEP) I went bowling with my best friend and her boyfriend. I bowled a pretty bad first game, 112. But then I got a 160 followed by a 148. So, that's pretty awesome. I have a meet tomorrow and hopefully it won't be a total disaster. We then ventured to the local Chinese restaurant. It's tiny and fantastic. Many dirty jokes took place. We also pretended to be southern pagent Moms from Toddlers and Tiaras. We're winners.
I'm currently painting my nails pale pink, listening to The Killers and checking Facebook every six seconds to see if anyone liked or commented my clever post. They probably won't. I usually don't watch the Super Bowl. Bahaha, I just realized that I was bowling when the Super Bowl started. Ohh, word play. I do, however, like muscular men in tight pants. Yum.
Ramble, ramble, ramble. I should check the laundry and see if my uniform's clean. Actually, I think it's in the hamper next to me, full of dirty clothes. Awesome. Yeah, I just checked and it was. It's all wrinkled and smells gross. Ew. My Dad's not going to be happy. Having to clean a bowling uniform during half time. Oh garsh, I'm just a fun-sucker, huh?
Woo, we made it! I finished a blog. Celebrations are in order.
Tonight was a good tonight. (Thank you, BEP) I went bowling with my best friend and her boyfriend. I bowled a pretty bad first game, 112. But then I got a 160 followed by a 148. So, that's pretty awesome. I have a meet tomorrow and hopefully it won't be a total disaster. We then ventured to the local Chinese restaurant. It's tiny and fantastic. Many dirty jokes took place. We also pretended to be southern pagent Moms from Toddlers and Tiaras. We're winners.
I'm currently painting my nails pale pink, listening to The Killers and checking Facebook every six seconds to see if anyone liked or commented my clever post. They probably won't. I usually don't watch the Super Bowl. Bahaha, I just realized that I was bowling when the Super Bowl started. Ohh, word play. I do, however, like muscular men in tight pants. Yum.
Ramble, ramble, ramble. I should check the laundry and see if my uniform's clean. Actually, I think it's in the hamper next to me, full of dirty clothes. Awesome. Yeah, I just checked and it was. It's all wrinkled and smells gross. Ew. My Dad's not going to be happy. Having to clean a bowling uniform during half time. Oh garsh, I'm just a fun-sucker, huh?
Woo, we made it! I finished a blog. Celebrations are in order.
Tuesday, December 29, 2009
Stuck at home....again.
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.
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.
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.
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