Wednesday, November 25, 2009


It's been a rough week. So, like all amazing quick fixes, Ima not gonna talk about it! YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAY!
...on that note...
I really want spaghetti. Will someone mail me spaghetti? that would be nice. Thank you.
It's coming up! And I have no school for the rest of the week! YAY!
...and did you know that Thanksgiving is in October in canada?
I only know this because of my friend Rachel, who lives there...
I've never been to Canada.
But I'd like to
Actually, send me somewhere warm, like fiji. No, wait, not Fiji. Send me to Cali. But in a nice part. Preferably with minimal traffic.
... It's amazing how I can talk about nothing, isn't it? *eyebrow raise*

Thursday, November 12, 2009

... *twitchtwitch*

And... snapples! Here I am again!
So... in my government class... we learned about...
Cow tipping.
Why, do you ask? Well, my teacher comes from Minnesota (I can't spell worth a darn)and went to, and I quote: "Moo U." so we got to learn about the fine art of sneaking up on large mammals and scaring them out of their wits. His advice? 'Push them over, run like hades, avoid cow pies. They're lethal.'
Gee. Thanks, Mr. B. I'll be sure to remember that.
Now that that's out of the way... to what I actually wanted to talk about!
I HATE SHOTS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
(insert more exclamation marks here)
I had to get four today. (Refer to 'Registration' entry for even more ranting fun) My entire left arm... is sore and useless. Teh pain. Teh horrible pain.
And I almost passed out afterwords. Thank you anemia. The nurse first noticed when she gave me the menengitis one, looks away, looks back, and says 'Uh-oh,(NOT one of the top ten things you wanna hear from someone who's poking you with sharp objects) you're really bleeding.'
Yes. I was. Then I stood up, went white as a sheet, sat down, and had apple juice forced down my throat for the next twenty minutes.
But hey. At least I won't get deathly ill, right?

Friday, November 6, 2009

I... I...

After a semi-long hiatus, everyone's favorite teenager returns to the web! Amazing! What will I do next?
... No really, to the three of you that actually read this thing, I'm back now. Huzzah. (throws confetti)
So, to catch up on life...
okay, nothing new there either. School is school. I have a really bad headache. And I am presently eating a muffin.
Nummy muffin.
Would you like to hear about the most ridiculously horrid day ever experienced in the history of mankind? (Happened... a week ago? Two?)
Well, this is my blog, so.... YES YOU DO! *clears throat*
A long long time ago, in a galaxy far far away *coughcoughHighSchoolcough* there lived this stupid little rule called the Hall Sweep.
And in this stupid little rule, poor students caught outside of the classroom in this horrendous event get a fun little paper called a CITATION.
Yours truly, by no fault of my own, got one of said fun papers.
So, innocent little me wanders through school, goes to class, manages to survive until luch without blowing something up, when some smart person PULLS THE FIRE ALARM.
This happens to be the fire alarm two feet away from our table.
So me and the two people still in the vicinity get herded into the pricipal's office, where we are promptly informed (coughcough screamed at) that someone better fess up now, or we all get ISS (in school suspension).
The problem? We KNOW who pulled it. We SAW the girl. She happens to not be among the group presently being interrogated. Are our protests heard?
Here's your answer: I got to sit and stare at a wall in ISS for an hour and a half.
And I'm STILL marked absent for fourth period.
And then my ride had already left.
And then I walked home.
In flats.
And killed my ankle falling down a hill.

Top that. I dare you.