The Angry Rant of an Enraged Mad Person

Society is going down into the dumps, I swear. Have you seen the merchandise being sold to little kids these days?!?!? You know that society is going bad when little girls want to look like skanky ho's. I mean, come on! They want to wear mini skirts and tight, tiny tops. That's not normal, and sure as hell not right It's degrading to think little girls believe it's alright to look like a slut and act like one too. Bratz teach them that nothing but hair, make up, and boys is important. Parents are breeding their kids into stupid air-headed zombies. Girls will end up brain dead and plastic. Nothing good can come out of Bratz.Or anything else similar to Bratz. These girls are pretending to be something they should not. They're trying to grow up too fast without thinking about the consequences. They see shows like the O.C and think that's what being a teenager is about. It's all superficial to them. They don't know a single thing about being a teenager except what they see on t.v. They'll all just grow up, looking like sluts.They'll become even more vulnerable to sexual predators because they don't see the whole picture. Yeah, Bratz may be popular, but really, why? What happened to Banana's in Pajamas or Madeline. What happened to the good old days. Society has gotten so out of hand in so little years.More and more little girls want cell phones and "teenager" clothes. They all want to grow up without the responsibilities of being grown up. I know there are parents out there that condone these things and teach their girls that wearing mini skirts and wearing real make up is bad for them to do and to not take things like Bratz seriously, and I applaud them. It's the parents who give their child every thing they ask for but don't need that I don't like. Kids need to know the consequences of making bad decisions and that not everything is about make up and hair. Parents, think about this. What would happen if you didn't teach good morals to your child? Most likely, they would do bad things like steal, lie, cheat, and more. The same thing could happen if you allow your girls to grow up thinking the Bratz way is how everything works. They'll have boyfriends and guess what would happen? More than likely, they would not take the threat of pregnancy or STDs seriously and have sex. Yeah, really out there, that idea, right?Wrong. Bratz is so sexual and superficial that it could make girls think and act like that too. Girls want to be "hot" when they're only 7. There is nothing hot about a little girl. They'll be so naive about the world, and they'll make bad choices. They'll be oblivious and self-centered. They won't know what they do is wrong until something bad happens to them. Like being sexually assaulted. What now? I may not know a lot about Bratz, I only see glimpses of them from commercials and whatnot, but I do know from what I have seen that it isn't something I would want my daughter to grow up with if I have one. I wouldn't care if she wanted the "hottest new fashions" because everyone else wore them, I wouldn't care if she threw a tantrum because I wouldn't buy her degrading stuff. I would care about her future. I would not buy things like that, things that she doesn't need to live. If anyone is reading this and thinks "you don't know anything about parenting because you're only a teenager", well, yes, I don't know anything about parenting, but I do know that skanky entertainment and clothes for girls is not a good thing. It's vile and degrading to women. God help us all when brats do start to take over the world End Rant.

Christmas time is near...

Muahaha... I can't wait till Christmas! It's the time to sing Christmas carols in annoyingly obnoxious voices! So yeah. And an update on why-G-is-not-talking-to-me-still, she was talking to K on Monday and acting all chummy like she hadn't ignored her. And she was sittin by her new best friend. Of course, she was ignoring my existence. And while I really want to know why she's actin like I was am imaginary friend, I don't want to hear excuses. Cuz' her excuse isn't cuttin it since she sat in the seat right by where I sat which was near the end of the bus. Meh. I'm not gonna say anything to her, cuz as I see it, she should be the one to explain things cuz A does not equal Z right now. And I'm just fine right now, E, so ya don't haf'ta worry. Sooner or later she's gonna haf'ta acknowledge me. And everyone who can go should go ice skatin. Wait.....that's this weekend. Coolness.Gotta tell everyone, or we could postpone it till the Saturday before Christmas. It might be crowded. Or more crowded than it is already.Yay! I mean, Yay! on going ice skating possibly since I never went, not Yay! there's crowds. I hate crowds. I think my teachers are tryin to kill us again. I better write it down in my book of nonconspiracies. Nothing much has happened since my last post. I made a yummy no-egg pumpkin pie for Thanksgiving. My orchestra has a concert on the 20th and the 2nd violins suck. I'm serious. They can't play together. Everyone plays their own speed. The music is tolerable. I don't like Baroque style that much. I nearly fell asleep in Latin........again. And that would be a bad thing since I sit in the front. But my teacher didn't notice my eyes closing.At least I think so. Hmmm....I thought I had chocolate milk. Must go and retrieve some. Ta for now!

Dawn of the blah.....

So far, I've been surviving on 5 hours of sleep and I've been up for 17 hours. And I probably will be up even longer looking at the meteor shower. That's a good and bad thing. Anyways, today was day 2 of our play. Yesterday was opening night. YAY! It's so fun to just sit up in the lights booth and do nothing but talk and joke around. And play with yo-yo's and string. Yes, people still play with yo-yo's. This one guy, Joey, has some mad skill with the yo-yo!He's only been playing for 4 years, but dude!!!! He's frickin awesome. He competes regionally and state. And against all logic, he can yo-yo with the string not being tied around the yo-yo. Seriously. His yo-yo will come off the string and he'll catch it on the string and do these sweet moves. He's caught it in mid air! Anyways we had a small audience opening night since it was a Thursday. There were WAY more people today. We were putting up a gel to cover the light in our booth(a gel is colored stuffs) and I had to hold it up so Joey could tape it, but I could not stop laughing for no apparent reason. Chuckles strikes again!(by the way, that's what my dad calls me ever since my first orthodontics appointment to get spacers in and I could not stop laughing)(and no, I was not high and did not have laughing gas). I had a Carne Asada burrito which was super delicioso! And it's in the Southern California style, not the "let's-just-add-rice-and-beans-and-say it's-authentic" carne asada burrito. My dad was ecstatic to find a place that served it the same way it's made in San Diego. If your ever in VA Beach, go to Diego's Taco Shop, it's got ton of yummy mexican. Things are just fine and dandy at school.It's the same boring stuff. I got 4 A's and 4 B's for the first 9 weeks.I would have all A's if I was anywhere but in Virginia.Oh well. G is still ignoring me and K, even though she said that she wasn't mad at me, but just wanted some quiet time to herself. Yeah, and that's why she talks to other people and ignores the fact I exist. Yes, we believe that you're not being a bi-och and acting like you're all superior just because people aren't as sane or as "sophisticated" as you are. I'm really getting sick of her. She should straight-forwardly tell me why the hell she's ignoring me for 3 weeks and why she won't even recognize I exist. She won't even talk to K. She claims the "back of the bus is too noisy." Yeah, like sitting in the front is gonna help. It's sad that she thinks she makes sense and we'll believe her excuses. I know I'm not the nicest person, or even the quietest person, but I don't make up lies like that and ignore any friend that hangs out with a person I don't like. I know I'm not the easiest person to get along with and I know I can be annoying as hell, but the least she can do is say why she's ignoring everyone from SMS. People don't all of the sudden ignore their best friends and make up excuses. It's called courtesy. End rant. So I'll leave you to deal with my rambling while I go and munch on my burrito. Cheers!

And Life goes on...

So it's almost been two weeks since G has said anything to me. And I really don't care. She told K that she just wanted "peace and quiet time to herself." Yeah, she's gonna get that around school. She didn't seem to mind talking to others though. Strange...does she really think me, K, and A are dense. That's insulting to our intelligence to think we would believe her. Yes, because it's bloody logical to ignore all of your friends and say you just want to be alone. I personally don't care anymore. If she wants to be like that, fine, she can ignore me all she wants. Anyways, things are gonna get hectic this week. We've got our play coming out next Thursday,Friday, and Saturday which means staying after school nearly the entire week. And the only thing I'm going to do is spotlighting three scenes. Mostly boring work since a lot of time passes between the scenes. And I've still got to find some volunteer work for this semester. If anyone knows of any place needing volunteers 14 or up in Va. Beach or whatever, give me a shout out. God knows I've got nothing else to do except go to school and do homework. On a lighter note, I found a really funny(in mi opinion) joke online. I thought it was funny, though you may not think so. This is where my demented humor comes into play. I nearly choked on my drink when I read it. So I'll leave this post on a funny and demented note. Cheers!

" One day a Russian man found an old tea pot. Finding that, he rubbed it and a genie came out. The genie then said this, " I will grant you any wish that you ask me. But know this, anything that you get, your neighbor will receive twofold. What is it you request?"
Well, the Russian man thought about it for a moment and then he made his wish. " I wish for you to poke one of my eyes out."

And the Biggest Idiot Award Goes to....

Obviously me. Another example of why I should not be let out onto the general public because of my personality: I can piss off my friends. Or actually, friend. I get along fine with E, K, J, A, and S. Now on the other hand, G is my polar opposite. Conflicting personalities and the like. But I'm not gonna blame her for this. She may not say it, but I can tell she is pissed off at me and definitely does not want to talk with me. Evidence A: She knows I am right behind her and she speeds up so she doesn't have to talk with me. Evidence B: She says she has to go to Spanish class early so we can't talk. Evidence C: I asked her if her mum was available to interview and she said that Saturday would have been the best time for me to do so, which I didn't.Then I said I got her message on Sunday and she said J called me about this halloween party,which, I might add, I could not go because 1:I hate parties and 2: I had math homework. And she said this all in her accusing, "I'm not talking to you" tone. And that, my friends, really hurts me the most. I can understand the ignoring part, but the accusingness really hits me hard. I bet a psychologist would say it's some deep-seated fear of being rejected and hated because of some past event in my childhood that's scarred me and made me insecure. I say it's the fact that I don't want my only best friend in high school hating me for my procrastination. I know we don't agree on everything and we certainly don't think the same, but ever since high school started, she's been acting different. Me, I'll always be the kid that laughs at everything no matter how dumb it is and forgets everything and finds a flaw in everything. That's one thing that hasn't changed. It's like...everything around me is constantly changing and here I am, the same person who acts the same and looks the same. And especially nowadays, everything changes so fast that I want some kind of constant in my life, and that is my friends. This all started out when I had high expectations for our homecoming hallway only to realize it wasn't as great as the juniors. I shouldn't expect so much, but I did. And that's what gets me every time. I expect a lot and then end up letting myself down. I made one comment on how our hallway kinda sucked, and I could tell G was pissed. She said it might've been better if I came to a meeting. I really didn't mean it to sound like that, but I had the foot-in-mouth syndrome. It was okay, I mean, they put in a lot of work to make that football goal and stuff. It just needed something more. I couldn't really get the MTV connection so that's why I said what I said. Misunderstandings are what causes friendships to collapse. K gets me, she and I think on the same wavelength. G and I used to think on the same wavelength sometimes. Now, she's all serious and I'm trying to keep things light. Not exactly the best situation. Only I can make a situation go bad. That's me, the failure. Every relationship I've had has failed and most of my friendships have withered out. I'm just waiting for the other shoe to drop.It seems like everyone hates me now. I had another row with my mum because of the same project that's caused my friendship with G to die. My mum blames me for not doing it, G blames me for being the callous person I am, dude, I blame myself for everything bad that's happened. This is just the worst FUBAR I've ever made. And now I'm debating on whether I should pretend to interview a spanish person just to get a grade or go on what I know about G's mum and do the report on her. Either way, I'm sorta making something up and I'm afraid somehow someone will find out. I feel really bad, and that's an understatement right now. And I would tell K about this, but she's got enough to worry about and this'll just get messy. Some sadistic part of me feels I deserve to feel so cruddy and part of me wishes someone wouldn't put me down so much. God, I can only go so far without breaking under pressure. I nearly broke when I got home because of all this weight, and it isn't even near midterms. This just reminds me of a quote,"Now is the time to decide between what is right, and what is easy." I just wish that friends always sticked together no matter what is said or done.

Procrastination attacks......with big pointy teeth

Well, it's been waaay to long since my last post. So a recap of my NYC trip. It was cool, I just wished my chaperone didn't get us lost on the train, we could've gone somewhere else instead of Chinatown.Which,by the way, wasn't really much China-y. Then we went to Macy's, which was huuuge. I wish we could've gone to the New York Metropolitan Museum of Arts and the U.N. building. Maybe some other time when I will have more time. And Spamalot was THE BEST SHOW EVER!!! Oh my god, my love for Monty Python has increased soooo much. Someone should make a cult or something devoted to the brilliance of John Cleese, Eric Idle, Terry Gilliam, Graham Chapman, and Terry Jones.I'm not worthy. I laughed my @$$ off so much during the play. Finland!!!!!! Oh my god....... I've soo been worshipping the cd I got. It was totally worth it. If you ever go to NYC, go see Spamalot, you will not regret it. Soo funny.... On the other hand, The Drowsy Chaperone wasn't that great. I mean, it might be because I'm not an adult(because mostly the adults were laughing) but it was boring. I nearly fell asleep like 8 times. No joke. My friend did fall asleep. The only funny part was when they had this Asian thing goin on,"What is it about Asians that make Caucasians confused..." or something like that. It was funny, probably because it wasn't even the real "Play". The play is about this old play that this guy likes and it comes to life when he plays his record player. Really weird. So life is back to normal now, sadly. I have to wear a toga one of these days for the Latin float for Homecoming, I have no freaking clue what possessed me to sign up.Ouch, my hands are hurting. One thing I don't like about the cold is that it makes my joints freeze up and it makes typing hard. Only because my dad never turns on the heater. Grr... I have a Spanish thing to do. I really don't want to talk into a tape recorder. How old fashioned is that??

What can I say, my freakiness amuses me...

I think it's safe to say my level of insanity has risen a notch or two since the beginning of summer. Obviously, my friends don't mind one bit since they're used to it. I think. G sometimes is surprised by how random and weird I can be. Meh. That's G for ya. Anyfur...................huh, I wonder what I was going to say...........ahah! S is going out with a junior. Slightly weird, but hey, I don't know him so I can't judge him. But I wonder who the heck he is........I need to use my super(not!)sleuthing skills. And I need to do that without sounding stalkerish. I did the mile today and I managed to not kill myself doing it. Chocolate for me! Tomorrow I am so going to be in New York. Sad thing is, I will probably be up for like possibly 48 hours. Hopefully I get sleep or else my sleep deprived self will fall asleep during the musical or on the subways. At least there's starbucks. I really wanna go into a museum or something.With really old ancienty stuff.Cuz everyone knows ancienty stuff is waaay better than stuff. Maybe I can manipulate my group into going to one. Sadly, G will not be joining us since she gets to go to NYC with her parents some other time. But, I will have GG with me.I can't wait to see Spamalot!!!!I am so psyched. Prepare New York, For I am taking you by Storm!!MUAHAHAHHAHAHA.*cough*Anyways, I was looking through some old nostalgic(hey!Big word!) photos from the end of last year's school(really, doesn't seem so long ago). The picture you see are of my best buds from left to right,E(who's real name starts with K),G(who's real name is actually S, but not the S I talked about with the junior bf),J(who's real name does start with a J), and K(who's name actually starts with a J).And If you are wondering about my first name initials, you're out of luck. You can guess and ponder the meaning of Q and if it really is my initial or not. It is not a random letter of the alphabet, though.So I leave you with the question of whether or not Q is the first letter of my real name or not....

And the Insanity continues.....

Right now, I'm writing a story. It's kind of like a play, actually. But it's not what you think. It's a joint project between my friends. It all started when E emailed everyone a story she wrote about us, called Jailhouse Sock. And then everything from there gets crazy. Me and K decided we wanted to make sequels to Jailhouse Sock and whoever finished first would title it Jailhouse Sock II and the other would call it Jailhouse Sock III. It's a very crazy, never-not-in-a-million-years-would-it-happen kind of story. It's got bad cops, deception, people getting framed, major butt-kicking of the cop kind by mothers, and an almost love story.It gets even crazier in my sequel. There's a plot of world domination and a conspiracy against the U.S. And Walmart bashing galore. It's very promising and totally lighthearted. Maybe I'll post it up here. :)

Hic transit Gloria.....

So next week I will be in NYC. Yay for me. E is going to NYC this weekend. Sucks that we won't be there at the same time. Lights has been sooo boring so far. We can't move anything at all and it's a waste of time. I hope that things speed up seriously, there's only so much my almost ADD can handle. I get to sell candy overpriced at a dollar this week. I suck at this whole selling stuff thing. I'm probably just to lazy to do anything. I've sold two so far, which is good. Only 17 down to go since I'm gonna buy myself a 100 Grande bar. Those are yummier than Crunch bars. And maybe I'll buy a reeses cup too, I like them very much. I can't wait till we can buy our Latin Club t-shirts and hoodies. I'm gonna buy a zipper hoodie and t-shirt. It's gonna have a corpulent guy on it holding a goblet(he's actually wasted, but shhh!don't tell our principle. to her, it's only a cup with water in it) and his other hand doing the whole rock symbol like you do at rock concerts. You all know what I'm talking about. He's gonna be, like my Mr.W described it, saying "WOOOOOOOO!!!" So yeah, it's crazy but it's Carpe Diem. Too bad I won't be going to the Latin Convention. Just don't have time. Oh well. Spanish still sucks. I have to learn like 4 new tenses that Mrs.B says we should know and be able to recite. Yeah, riiiiiight. She thinks she is so better because she teaches MYP Spanish 3. She's soo condescending to anyone that didn't go to KLMS or PMS(yes, those are the schools initials). It just shows at us people that went to a normal school are way smart cuz we didn't get special treatment and stuff that those magnet kids did.Meh.

Don't you just "Love" Mondays......

Surprise, surprise, I have updated on a Weekday. For once I don't have Drama.Everybody clap. So right now, I'm doing Latin homework and possibly U.S. History homework.*cough*yeahright*cough* I just hate mosquitos.Evil buggers. And anything else that bites and is a bug.Scratch that, I hate all bugs. Leave it to me to get 20 odd bug bites in September/October. Anyways, life is going alright.Nothing life threatening has happened to me...yet.Still waiting for the other shoe to drop.We(meaning K and myself) have given SM the new name of G. Cuz we know too many S's. Me and K are just some crazily insane people. We we talking on Friday about how we don't know what our food's been eating. Like chickens. I kept on arguing that we don't know what else they eat besides chicken feed. You never know... And I had to explain the finer points of how oysters excrete "pseudofeces" that other fish eat.Not a pleasant convo at all.And to think, people eat these little helpful buggers that filter water. Why buy a filter when you can have an oyster or two??Kerfluffle. Ack!I have to turn in stuffs tomorrow.Meh. Reason #25 on why I like Latin better than Spanish: The book is set up like a book where you translate paragraphs of Latin. It's very cool and the ways to translate are limitless(almost). You learn culture and the language all at once.Oh darn...I have seat auditions tomorrow.Bring on the dancing monkeys, I'd rather go to spanish....no wait, I'd prefer this audition to Spanish.Sad, eh?

I'm creative, but don't expect me to be neat...

It's been over a week since my last post!Procrastination at its finest(or worst). I swear this past week has been like test week. Let's recap on all the wonderful tests and/or quizzes I've taken:an algebra 2/trig test, a u.s. history test, a Latin Scripta quiz, a Latin Chapter 2 vocab quiz, SAT10 test(two for math, two for Reading and Comprehension), Four Spanish quizzes(two for each list of vocab words), and yes, I have at least one more quiz to go. Oh, and we can't forget certification. Yay. I'm going to be a glorified errand girl. Okay, so I'll be more than that. I'm part of the Lights crew for my high school's Drama. Which means getting certified as a lights techie. Which means just getting certified for the spot lights.Joy.And when I can use the board by myself, I can get paid to do other events.Sweet. My friend SM has been MIA for the past week. It's been bugging me and K a lot. We made this funny and angry rant of doom on her voicemail. For some odd reason I've picked up knitting again.Odd, yes, I know, but it is really addictive.Even though it's lumpy and so deformulateder that it bears no resemblance to the beginnings of a scarf.Nur.Meh. My desk's getting messy again. My dad is so gonna yell at me. He just doesn't understand the inner workings of a good mess. Big brother G called today. Said he was cold.Gee, I wonder why, he's only living in North Dakota without a heavy jacket. Alas, me being the wonderful sister that I am offered to knit a scarf.That'll only take a couple of months.Bring on the flippers.Oh, and some words of wisdom are:"Do not follow my footsteps for I run into walls." "Genius is border to insanity, and insanity drives the sane away" "everybody is somebody else's weirdo" Since the time I have to go to sleep is near in order for me to get at least 7 hours of sleep, I bid you adieu and in the words of my Earth Science teacher,"Like, stars, dude, twinkle, twinkle."

Laughter is the shock absorber that eases the blow of life

Normally, I would keep this blog light hearted and as crazy as can be. One would think a bowl of ice cream(chocolate chip cookie dough,BTW) would induce me into a sugar frenzy high, but alas, it's the opposite. Sometimes I just get all broody and reflective and I'm not exactly "here". Like right now. My mum expects so much of me and expects me to be all "mature" and totally opposite of my brother that it's not possible. My Latin teacher told us that we all wear personas and that there's something wrong if you have two different personas, one around your friends and one around your family. That's what it feel to me. Like I can't be myself around anyone. I'm not sweet, I'm not so innocent, and I'm definitely not as smart as they want me to be. Everyone expects a teenager to be rebellious and rowdy and whatnot,but then they turn around and expect us to be smart and mature "young adults." What if I don't want to be a "young adult" yet? But as soon as a teenager tries to not do what he or she is told, they're labeled as bad and rebellious.We can't be a teenager and young adult at once. And my parents definitely expect me to be a young adult who always does what she is told to. And the thing is, I'm oddly jealous of my brother. He got to do whatever he wanted, no matter the consequences, without worrying about being likened to someone else. My parents didn't expect a lot out of him, even if they did complain about him not going anywhere in life. Me, I'm constantly being scrutinized about everything I do and if I get "out of hand," they tell me I'm starting to act like my brother. No matter what I do, it's barely good enough for them, I could always do better. I'm always being compared to someone. It's either, "you should do track, you're father was on the track team in high school." Or it's,"You're going to end up like your brother if you don't join a club or sports team. Colleges look at what you're involved in. Briana(my old friend that stopped talking to me) is in the SCA and field Hockey. Try to be more like her." And it just so happens that when I do do something, Drama, my mum could never pick me up. Apparently, her work is more important. I'm not saying that she ignores me, but it's times like that when I really do try for something that she's never there when I need her. And she would complain about having to make time up at work for getting off early.My brother was the one that picked me up on most days. He scheduled his work around the time he had to pick me up. He didn't complain one bit. I don't want you to think I don't love my parents or they don't love me. Because I do, and they love me too. But I can't help but be bitter about stuff. My dad has never been to my school concerts before. And my mum went to my ensemble once, but complained about the wait and how she had more work to do. My Pastor at church once said that God was supposed to be a parent, always giving and never expecting anything in return and that we should always turn to him and not think he expects something back. Is it my fault that that's not how I feel about my parents? That they do expect something out of me and sometimes what I do isn't enough. I can tell that they are disappointed at me.It comes out when my mum says I shouldn't be getting a B in Orchestra and I should practice more on top of all the homework I have.Sometimes trying isn't enough. And a lot of times I wish I could tell them how I really feel, instead of hiding behind a persona that isn't me. Because the fact of the matter is,is that I'm scared of how they'll react if I do. The little things I do can set them off, more so my dad. Because sometimes I remind them of what they see as a failure, a loss cause, my brother. Because sometimes being me isn't enough. And I really don't have a clue who I am. I'm not the kind, smart, and really messy girl that my parents know and try to change. And sometimes I'm not the insane,really slow, sarcastic and slightly callous girl my friends know. At least they understand there's someone underneath all that. If only I could see what they see. Because I don't know who I really am.If wishes were fishes, I'd have a lakeful by now. The way I see it, laughing is the only way to keep everyone at a distance and from being disappointed at me. Like the title says, it's the shock absorber that eases the blow of life.As long as I keep laughing, it doesn't hurt that much and I can fool myself for another day.

In which I get mushy and over protective...

Another week of school. Urgg... On a plus note, I'm going to New York City to see Spamalot with the Drama Club and either Hairspray or Mama Mia. And when we're not watching one of the plays, we get to go where ever we want in NYC. It's going to be so cool. And I'll have my best bud S there with me. Watch out NYC! I swear I was going to die because of my homework. Hrmm.... death by Homework, not exactly nice. Like Alg2/trig. The Bane of All Evil. I did 3 hours alone for it each time I had that class. I kid you not. And I get to help out old people next week for the IBSO( International Baccalaureate Student Organization)(Isn't it such a long title?) Anyfoo, I have to do community service and what better way than by with a school sanctioned club?Joy. So long as they don't make me drink prune juice, I'll be a happy camper at the retirement home. Surprisingly, I was really protective and mother henning of my friend today. She passed out because she didn't eat much and went to P.E. and I went all angry Q with the whole ranting about Stupid Idiotic People Who Can't Do Their Jobs.I was, dare I say it, concerned. I mean, K passed out in the middle of the hall during class and no one saw her, not even the guys who watch the cameras?? And that janitor was so mean to her. The lady told her to go to the nurse, when K didn't even know where it was. Can I say rude, much. *grumbles* Obviously Dumber McStupid doesn't care much.Meh. They should be glad I don't go to K's school......Anydoo.......Soylent Green is made of People. Remember that. It'll save your life. Oh, and I'll have a quote or two with every post so you can bask in my glorious quoting knowledge....Por Ejemplo(for example, oh ye of little Spanish)In a world of Cheerios, be a Fruitloop. Wise words.Wise Words.Another:A good friend is someone that will come to the jailhouse to bail you out. But best friend is the one that is sitting next to you saying,"Damn....That was fun." One last one to make you think:Life is a tragedy for those who feel, and a comedy for those who think. Very true, very true. Peace and Cheese

Confunding people is what I do.....

So this is my first ever blog...yay. This will be the going ons of my life as a high schooler. Insanity ensues in big neon highlighter shirts :) There will be a lot of inside jokes from the good ol' days of middle school. Muahaha. So, basically this is just the inner ramblings of me. If you happen to actually stumble upon this.. Hi! Hola!Konnichiwa! Glad you have stumbled upon this and I hope you enjoy the dry humor and things-that-are-only-funny-if-you-were-there jokes.It's what I do. My friends will attest to that. Salutations and duct tape!