Steve, Steve, where for art thou, Steve?

This is one of those days... Those days where I do nothing, except eat my already excessive weight in leftover pizza. Good for the counter, bad for well... me. Anyways,

I've been thinking of just renaming this blog 'For Steve.' I'm sure Steve will appreciate that, since he's basically the only one who reads this anymore, but I'll hold off until an undisclosed date for that.

Speaking of Steve, I have not spoken to him in about a week or so. He said he was staying at his dads, but he would still check on my blog and update his, both of which have not been done. If he's on vacation right now, I sware to god, [the uncapitalized god] I'll kill him. The idea of going someplace you don't know and staying in a place other than your own home, where in fact A. someone could have died in that hotel bed, B. someone could have 'made whoppie' in that bed, C. someone with [contangious] planter's warts may have slept in that bed, or D. all of the above could have happened.

Now when you take me to the Hawaiian Ritz Carlton, that's another story. But for now, I'm sticking with my above opinion.

Slices of pizza I have eaten this summer - 18
Time fallen asleep and awoken - 3 A.M. to 11:30 AM.
Pieces of pizza left in the fridge - Only 3 left of pepperoni, everything else is mushroom or something, so I'm not eating that...

God Made Me So I Must Be Special

I tend to walk heavily, loudly, and slowly. People confuse my natural, loud steps as stomping. I do not stomp my feet, and if I do, that means I'm pissed off. I mean, I usually am, but my usual walking and my mad walking are two distinctly differently things and day-to-day I have to deal with those surrounding me complaining. 'Easy on the feet!' My mother says. 'Easy on the eyes.' I think in my head.

Ok, rant time is over.

I went into my bathroom, and stared at the mirror, and noticed something just... ridiculous. Half of my nose is sun-burned, or as some say, sun-burnt. And I don't mean like the bottom half, I mean the entire right side of my nose was red. And the left is fine.

Days left of summer- I don't know the date [a common theme in my life, without school, I don't know what day it is] and I forget which day school begins... I really don't feel the need to include this hereafter since the days left of summer isn't a concern until after a couple months
Slices of pizza this summer - 12
Days of being sick since my last rant - 3.5

RIP Michael Jackson

Gomezziblog- Life Sucks Edition

I had foot surgery yesterday. I've done nothing the past 2 days except wait for my Karaoke CDs to come in the mail and telling my sister to shut up. So far she has said to me:
1. You're a fatass.
2. You're gonna die of a heart attack.
3. You eat all the food in the house.
4. You're on your period, have this maxi pad.

I feel like punching a wall, or better yet, my brother, but I can't because my finger is burning. My cat scratched me underneath my fingernail, and it hurts like Hell. I don't know how, but it does.

Just thought I'd keep you posted.

Gomezziblog - Jomezzio Edition

I did post already today, but I felt that Jojo is being to cute to not be posted about. So this is: Gomezziblog - Jomezzio edition. He's worthy of his own Jomezziblog, but I'm too lazy, and I'm not Steve.

Jojo:
Born - Sometime in late Novermber, early December
Death - Never. He is immortal
Favorite food - French Fries
Favorite Color - Blue
Favorite Quote - N/A
Favorite Show - Catch 21
Best known for - Being cute, being able to see things with his eyes closed
Occupation: Stripper. Have you seen him working the poles?
Fears - Dancing empty tissue boxes, Balloons, especially yellow ones or ones that say Congrats Grads!

Spice up your Life

Well, no more school! I'm in a better mood than I was yesterday, so that means I can now cheer about it! *Cheers*

Ok, what I'm about to tell you must be held with the upmost privacy. Or not, whatever, it's your choice. But I must warn you beforehand, I have no recollection of how I got to it or why I continued watching it.

Last night, I watched the entire Spice Girls movie, Spice World, on youtube. I know, I know... I was a child of the 90s. Sue me. I would give you a link to it, but A. I know you won't want it B. If you really want it you can look it up yourself and C. I'm too lazy. No surprise.

Check out my new header ^^ You like?
And I need you to check out my new, updated youtube channel. Still no videos, but heck, the channel is nice.

Days of summer left: 72
Number of Spice Girls songs I just listened to [don't judge me]:8

The Last Day of School

Well, it's that time a year again, the last day of school.

The last day of school is a lot of things. It's happiness in the form of a day, it's a bittersweet ending to a bittersweet year. It's the saddest 4 hours of your life. It's the most sad, exciting, confusing, greatest days of your life.

For me, it's the latter. I really want to thank everyone who made this year what it is. I can't imagine life for the next three months without you. It's been great, let's try to transition that great to high school.

I'll miss Long River, the Wildcat, the hallways, the teachers [well, some of them.] I'll miss everyone who went to other high schools, and I wish you luck.

I don't know how much I will be updating the blog, but for Steve, I'll try as often as possible. Without school and all my friends, this blog will get boring, but stick with me.

Days left of school: 0
Days of summer so far: 0
Times I've tried to get Kasey on the phone today: 2
Times I've talked to her on the phone: 1

I think the Kasey thing will stick. She never answers her phone. Never.