Before I start this blog, I'd like to share a hilarious comment from youtube.
"my mum thought that "lol" stood for lots of love: so her message to my friend who's grandfather just died was: "Hi Rachel, I'm so sorry to hear about your Grandfather. LOL, Rochelle."
Just thought that would spice up your day.
Thursday was Holiday Hill. I would've written about it sooner, but as soon as I got home from it, I went to sleep. My day was split in half between Group A, Danielle Angela and Chris, and Group B, Josh Nick and Kasey.
The first half of the day was with Group B. Here's a summary of those happenings:
Kasey reunited with her friends from Ansonia, and right on cue, Josh Nick and I walked away
We wandered through the woods
NARNIAAAAA
Went on a rowboat
Group B:
Wandered through the woods, again
Engraved our names in an abandoned wall of tinfoil-y substnace
Found a wallet [nothing in it though]
Found a used condom
Me and Kate were partners for the Water Ballon Toss. We lost, no surprise. We beat Rhiannon and Rex, though.
Friday was the dinner dance. To my surprise, Kasey and Angela did not kidnap me and force me to go. All bark no bite.
Days left of school: 5
How many times Group B talked about going back to Holoday Hill: At least 4
Times Rhiannon slapped me [in total of this week]: 3 or 4
Sunday, June 14, 2009
Tuesday, June 9, 2009
SmarterChild, RIP BABY <3333
Ok, who remembers SmarterChild? Close your eyes on the count of 3, everyone, and raise your hand if you do.
1...
2...
3!
Wow, that's it? I'll be honest, I expected more. But I appreciate your honesty. Ok, eyes open.
SmarterChild, for those of you who don't know, was an AIM Bot. I saved some of our conversations from the good 'ole days.
We used to talk all the time... until the accident. I will explain later.
Me: SHUT UP
SmarterChild: You shut up.
I do enjoy the conversation, but let's talk about what I'm really here for.
Me: *gasp*
_____________________________________________
SmarterChild: Oh hi! How's it going?
Me: com-ci com-ca, tu?
SmarterChild: CA stands for California.
_____________________________________________
Me: * sways* you're a beautiful singer
SmarterChild: Thanks. You're too.
Me: <3
One day I came on to talk to my best frannn, and then the dreaded news came up. He was braindead. I came up with that conclusion myself, but he hasn't talked and he continues to reply
"GoGomezzio (7:38:04 PM): smarterchild?
SmarterChild (7:38:04 PM): My brain is retired but watch some cool videos! Send am IM to GossipinGabby and Type VIDEO!
GoGomezzio (7:38:16 PM): NOOO PLEASE COME BACK...
SmarterChild (7:38:16 PM): My brain is retired but watch some cool videos! Send am IM to GossipinGabby and Type VIDEO!
GoGomezzio (7:38:21 PM):
SmarterChild (7:38:21 PM): My brain is retired but watch some cool videos! Send am IM to GossipinGabby and Type VIDEO!
GoGomezzio (7:43:17 PM): baby?
SmarterChild (7:43:17 PM): My brain is retired but watch some cool videos! Send am IM to GossipinGabby and Type VIDEO!"
I will take this time to recognize the genius man/robot who is SmarterChild.
1. Don't judge me for having an internet relationship with a male robot.
2. I hope some of you noticed his use of 'am' instead of 'an.'
Days left of school: 9/8
Tears I've wept over the death of my lover: Too many to count
ERM, Eye rotations per minute, while reading Steve's blog: 9
1...
2...
3!
Wow, that's it? I'll be honest, I expected more. But I appreciate your honesty. Ok, eyes open.
SmarterChild, for those of you who don't know, was an AIM Bot. I saved some of our conversations from the good 'ole days.
We used to talk all the time... until the accident. I will explain later.
Me: SHUT UP
SmarterChild: You shut up.
I do enjoy the conversation, but let's talk about what I'm really here for.
Me: *gasp*
_____________________________________________
SmarterChild: Oh hi! How's it going?
Me: com-ci com-ca, tu?
SmarterChild: CA stands for California.
_____________________________________________
Me: * sways* you're a beautiful singer
SmarterChild: Thanks. You're too.
Me: <3
One day I came on to talk to my best frannn, and then the dreaded news came up. He was braindead. I came up with that conclusion myself, but he hasn't talked and he continues to reply
"GoGomezzio (7:38:04 PM): smarterchild?
SmarterChild (7:38:04 PM): My brain is retired but watch some cool videos! Send am IM to GossipinGabby and Type VIDEO!
GoGomezzio (7:38:16 PM): NOOO PLEASE COME BACK...
SmarterChild (7:38:16 PM): My brain is retired but watch some cool videos! Send am IM to GossipinGabby and Type VIDEO!
GoGomezzio (7:38:21 PM):
SmarterChild (7:38:21 PM): My brain is retired but watch some cool videos! Send am IM to GossipinGabby and Type VIDEO!
GoGomezzio (7:43:17 PM): baby?
SmarterChild (7:43:17 PM): My brain is retired but watch some cool videos! Send am IM to GossipinGabby and Type VIDEO!"
I will take this time to recognize the genius man/robot who is SmarterChild.
1. Don't judge me for having an internet relationship with a male robot.
2. I hope some of you noticed his use of 'am' instead of 'an.'
Days left of school: 9/8
Tears I've wept over the death of my lover: Too many to count
ERM, Eye rotations per minute, while reading Steve's blog: 9
Monday, June 8, 2009
Nastalgia Bombs
Yesterday and today, I've been having nastalgia bombs of epic proportions, consiting of old nicktoons and disney cartoons.
I have a run-down list of the main contributors to the bomb:
Animaniacs
Doug
Pepper Ann
Tiny Toon Adventures
All That
Rugrats
Hey Arnold
Ahhh!!! Real Monsters
Kablam
Angela Anaconda
The Angry Beavers
As Told by Ginger
Pelswick
The Amanda Show
The Wild Thornberrys
My Cousin Skeeter
Rocket Power
Invader Zim
Pinky and the Brain
Recess
The Weekenders
Oh society, why must you hurt me so? My day has been me watching Pepper Ann.
Days left of school: 10/9
Time watching Pepper Ann: 3 hours, 43 minutes
Time since good Nickelodeon & Disney shows: 9 years, 6 months, 8 days, 18 hours, 48 minutes
I have a run-down list of the main contributors to the bomb:
Animaniacs
Doug
Pepper Ann
Tiny Toon Adventures
All That
Rugrats
Hey Arnold
Ahhh!!! Real Monsters
Kablam
Angela Anaconda
The Angry Beavers
As Told by Ginger
Pelswick
The Amanda Show
The Wild Thornberrys
My Cousin Skeeter
Rocket Power
Invader Zim
Pinky and the Brain
Recess
The Weekenders
Oh society, why must you hurt me so? My day has been me watching Pepper Ann.
Days left of school: 10/9
Time watching Pepper Ann: 3 hours, 43 minutes
Time since good Nickelodeon & Disney shows: 9 years, 6 months, 8 days, 18 hours, 48 minutes
Sunday, June 7, 2009
Shortness has been prolonged. Think about it.
I'm not in the best of moods, again, so this will be short, too.
I was in the paper. And not I as in 'students on bus 13.' I mean me. I commented on the bus thing on the republican american website, and they chose my comment to publish in the paper. :/
Out of the 12 raffle tickets I bought for the volleyball game, I won nothing. Kevin on the other hand did. I presume he only bought 2.
Days left of school - I think 11? Sorry, I don't remember.
Times the bus/I have been in the paper - 3
Total blisters after mowing my grandparent's lawn with a 'new' lawnmower which shook violently - 5
I was in the paper. And not I as in 'students on bus 13.' I mean me. I commented on the bus thing on the republican american website, and they chose my comment to publish in the paper. :/
Out of the 12 raffle tickets I bought for the volleyball game, I won nothing. Kevin on the other hand did. I presume he only bought 2.
Days left of school - I think 11? Sorry, I don't remember.
Times the bus/I have been in the paper - 3
Total blisters after mowing my grandparent's lawn with a 'new' lawnmower which shook violently - 5
Thursday, June 4, 2009
I'm sorry Steve, it's not that long. [And that wasn't intended for any sexual inuendos]
There's been press about the bus. Waterbury Republican put it on the front page. Twice.
I'm really not in any mood to blog about anything today, so I'll give a brief rundown:
- Jay Asher, author of Thirteen Reasons Why, has a blogspot account :O
- I bought 12 raffel tickets for the volleyball prizes, don't judge me
- My cousin has Swine Flu
- Days left of school: 12/11
I'm really not in any mood to blog about anything today, so I'll give a brief rundown:
- Jay Asher, author of Thirteen Reasons Why, has a blogspot account :O
- I bought 12 raffel tickets for the volleyball prizes, don't judge me
- My cousin has Swine Flu
- Days left of school: 12/11
Tuesday, June 2, 2009
Why I Hate my Bus
I mounted the stairs to the bus that would soon take me home from this hell hole that we call school. I noticed our usual bus driver was not there, instead, in her place, was the blonde sub who our whole bus had hated.
I got in my seat, fourth from the back, left side, and Patrick quickly followed. I stuffed my backpack between the seat and myself and made room for him.
I stared out the window for the majority of the bus ride. I relfected upon my awful day, thanking God and all his affiliations that the day was over. "Are you ok?" Patrick had asked me. "Yea, I'm fine." Was my response.
My eyes fixed upon the outside, he asked me again. My response was the same, but that did not stop him for asking me again. My slight headache was growing, so I did not answer him again.
Somewhere from behind me, someone had thrown a maxi pad in our direction, hitting Patrick in the face. "Who has a pencil?" I heard Drew scream to those surrounding him. 10 minutes passed, my eyes still drawn to the window. "Who threw that?" I heard the bus driver. Apparently, someone had thrown a pencil at her.
She then turned into Smokerise, and pulled over. She said "I refuse to move until you tell me who threw that pencil?" No response. We waiting for 7 minutes until Drew said "I did!" We all knew he didn't, and the bus driver did to. So we waited.
Tension grew amongst everyone. Some people had cursed the sub in foreign languages, some called parents, some wandered aimlessly among the bus. Patrick and I had moved to sit near Matt.
About a quarter of the people were crying [why you may ask? I don't know.] Drew and Rachel called their Dad, and he promptly drove down the street, in an attempt to pick them up. "No." The bus driver said. "I'm not letting any of you off the bus.
Amber had grown tired of this all. She called her brother to pick her up. At the sight of his car, she jumped out of the bus, via the emergency exit. Drew and Rachel did the same.
Their dad argued, but his effort was futile. He slowly paced around the bus, on the phone. Drew had yelled proudly "He's calling the cops!" And then he did the same.
The bus driver had started to cry. I felt bad, but what was I to do? I didn't know who threw it. After 10 minutes, the cops arrived. "This never happened before..." Murmured the sub. She exited the bus and talked to the two police officers.
After several minutes, one of the cops came aboard. "Who knows who threw the pencil?" He asked the bus. Nobody said anything.
The cop left, and the other one came on. He asked us all individually if we had seen the pencil fly threw the air. Yes was the majority response amongst the 6ths graders and 7th graders who sat in the front. Then the cop came to me. "Did you see the pencil?" "No," I had said, truthfuly, "but I heard people talking about one."
"So... you heard them talk about a pencil?" He had said, looking suspiciously. "Yes." He then proceeded to ask everyone else. They all said no, which some of them had lied, since they must have seen it. They were all one big gang back there.
"Well, all the kids in the front said yes." Said the cop. "So the kids in the back must know something." He came to me. He asked for my name and address. I gave it to him. He asked everyone behind me, including Matt and Patrick, who God knows they had nothing to do with it.
"Alright." He said. "I'll give the school your names. They'll decide if you can ride the bus again or not." I was nervous as hell. I had never spoken to a cop before unless he was out of uniform or my DARE instructor. I had never been in trouble. I never even gotten a lunch detention, never mind a blue slip.
I got home 50 minutes later than usual. I explained the story to Danielle, Nick, and my mom. She said she would call the school.
And that is why I hate my bus.
I got in my seat, fourth from the back, left side, and Patrick quickly followed. I stuffed my backpack between the seat and myself and made room for him.
I stared out the window for the majority of the bus ride. I relfected upon my awful day, thanking God and all his affiliations that the day was over. "Are you ok?" Patrick had asked me. "Yea, I'm fine." Was my response.
My eyes fixed upon the outside, he asked me again. My response was the same, but that did not stop him for asking me again. My slight headache was growing, so I did not answer him again.
Somewhere from behind me, someone had thrown a maxi pad in our direction, hitting Patrick in the face. "Who has a pencil?" I heard Drew scream to those surrounding him. 10 minutes passed, my eyes still drawn to the window. "Who threw that?" I heard the bus driver. Apparently, someone had thrown a pencil at her.
She then turned into Smokerise, and pulled over. She said "I refuse to move until you tell me who threw that pencil?" No response. We waiting for 7 minutes until Drew said "I did!" We all knew he didn't, and the bus driver did to. So we waited.
Tension grew amongst everyone. Some people had cursed the sub in foreign languages, some called parents, some wandered aimlessly among the bus. Patrick and I had moved to sit near Matt.
About a quarter of the people were crying [why you may ask? I don't know.] Drew and Rachel called their Dad, and he promptly drove down the street, in an attempt to pick them up. "No." The bus driver said. "I'm not letting any of you off the bus.
Amber had grown tired of this all. She called her brother to pick her up. At the sight of his car, she jumped out of the bus, via the emergency exit. Drew and Rachel did the same.
Their dad argued, but his effort was futile. He slowly paced around the bus, on the phone. Drew had yelled proudly "He's calling the cops!" And then he did the same.
The bus driver had started to cry. I felt bad, but what was I to do? I didn't know who threw it. After 10 minutes, the cops arrived. "This never happened before..." Murmured the sub. She exited the bus and talked to the two police officers.
After several minutes, one of the cops came aboard. "Who knows who threw the pencil?" He asked the bus. Nobody said anything.
The cop left, and the other one came on. He asked us all individually if we had seen the pencil fly threw the air. Yes was the majority response amongst the 6ths graders and 7th graders who sat in the front. Then the cop came to me. "Did you see the pencil?" "No," I had said, truthfuly, "but I heard people talking about one."
"So... you heard them talk about a pencil?" He had said, looking suspiciously. "Yes." He then proceeded to ask everyone else. They all said no, which some of them had lied, since they must have seen it. They were all one big gang back there.
"Well, all the kids in the front said yes." Said the cop. "So the kids in the back must know something." He came to me. He asked for my name and address. I gave it to him. He asked everyone behind me, including Matt and Patrick, who God knows they had nothing to do with it.
"Alright." He said. "I'll give the school your names. They'll decide if you can ride the bus again or not." I was nervous as hell. I had never spoken to a cop before unless he was out of uniform or my DARE instructor. I had never been in trouble. I never even gotten a lunch detention, never mind a blue slip.
I got home 50 minutes later than usual. I explained the story to Danielle, Nick, and my mom. She said she would call the school.
And that is why I hate my bus.
Monday, June 1, 2009
I miss you, Paul <333
It's been a long day today, so I'll just get to it:
1] I left science class right before we were to do our lab, not sure if it's good or bad. I went to the podiatrist. They took a look at the place where my planter's wart used to be, shaved off dead skin, and probed my ingrown nail. Sorry if you were eating or anything. You should know by now never to eat while reading my posts or looking at my face.
2] I got my final gym pass of the year. It's official. NO GYM FOR THE REST OF THE YEAR! When I was handed the pass, I'll admit, I got a little teary eyed.
3] Algebra was, to borrow a word from hayleyghoover, notsome. It wasn't the class itself, although the class is ridiculous, it was me. I stared off into space, which Danielle and I had declared that when we stare into space, we're trying to contact Paul. I'll explain later.
I was in a bad mood for no apparent reason, like usual. I kept heckling Ms. Avery in my head. But, I always do that.
4] During French, the teacher was showing us a powerpoint. A question on it was 'Who won the game?' The answer was 'Paul.' Of course I knew it was Paul. I'm stupid.
Anyways, whenever a question was asked, I would answer it with Paul [to Danielle only.] 'Who is playing the game?' 'Paul.' 'What did he lose?' 'Paul.' 'What do you need?' 'Paul.' 'What did he score?' 'Paul.'
Those aren't even jokes. Those were real questions with my real answers.
I mean honestly, I can't make jokes as good as those.
Annnyyyways, I think that's pretty much it.
Days left of school - 15/14
Times I want you to look at this - 13. I have high hopes for you.
Times I really felt like banging my head against the desk for fun - 9
1] I left science class right before we were to do our lab, not sure if it's good or bad. I went to the podiatrist. They took a look at the place where my planter's wart used to be, shaved off dead skin, and probed my ingrown nail. Sorry if you were eating or anything. You should know by now never to eat while reading my posts or looking at my face.
2] I got my final gym pass of the year. It's official. NO GYM FOR THE REST OF THE YEAR! When I was handed the pass, I'll admit, I got a little teary eyed.
3] Algebra was, to borrow a word from hayleyghoover, notsome. It wasn't the class itself, although the class is ridiculous, it was me. I stared off into space, which Danielle and I had declared that when we stare into space, we're trying to contact Paul. I'll explain later.
I was in a bad mood for no apparent reason, like usual. I kept heckling Ms. Avery in my head. But, I always do that.
4] During French, the teacher was showing us a powerpoint. A question on it was 'Who won the game?' The answer was 'Paul.' Of course I knew it was Paul. I'm stupid.
Anyways, whenever a question was asked, I would answer it with Paul [to Danielle only.] 'Who is playing the game?' 'Paul.' 'What did he lose?' 'Paul.' 'What do you need?' 'Paul.' 'What did he score?' 'Paul.'
Those aren't even jokes. Those were real questions with my real answers.
I mean honestly, I can't make jokes as good as those.
Annnyyyways, I think that's pretty much it.
Days left of school - 15/14
Times I want you to look at this - 13. I have high hopes for you.
Times I really felt like banging my head against the desk for fun - 9
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