Sorry I haven't posted in a couple days -- I've been either a. busy b. lazy c. tired or d. not on the computer.
Yesterday, Josh and Nick came over. Josh decided to ride his bike, He should have been here at 1:30. He came at 2:15. One of the few reasons I don't ride bikes. [I have many.]
For the 45 minutes Josh wasn't here, Nick and I watched all the videos I had taken from Washington and various other places. From that point on, I took random videos of the day. Some examples are:
-Josh arriving on his bike
-John Massimo following him [in a totally non-related incident]
-Some random Sophmores nodding towards me
-Me rolling on the grass
-Nick and I blowing bubbles with gum, in an attempt to make Josh feel bad, since he can't blow bubbles. [I could have made a sex joke, but I, I took the road less traveled by. Although, it makes no difference]
And they left, and I have done nothing since.
Days left of the weekend - 0.5
Pieces of pizza I ate yesterday - 8 [Don't judge me. I ordered it myself. I feel so proud.]
The fact that I can no longer think of anything Priceless - Worth nothing.
Sunday, May 31, 2009
Thursday, May 28, 2009
Inconsistency of Shreddedness
Today I was less anxious to write the blog. Today, I just feel I have nothing to actually write about. Normal people would just not write one, but I insist on wasting time... so...
I made a quesidilla in the microwave. And no, it wasn't pb&f, it was white cheddar, which sucks, but it was the only cheese I have. I had to hand-shred it. CURSE YOU BLOCKS OF CHEESE AND YOUR INABILITY TO BE PRE-SHREDDED!
I think I have a total of 6 readers now! Believe it or not, this is a major accomplishment in my life. You don't need to tell me to get a life. I've heard that already.
...multiple times...
Well, you can expect another post today... if not tomorrow. Sorry for the inconsistency.
Days left of school: 17/16
Times I will put something about the powerpoint hereafter: 0. Sorry, it's old news.
The grease tidal waves that come out of the quesidilla: 7
The Visa commercials: Priceless.
Irony rocks.
I made a quesidilla in the microwave. And no, it wasn't pb&f, it was white cheddar, which sucks, but it was the only cheese I have. I had to hand-shred it. CURSE YOU BLOCKS OF CHEESE AND YOUR INABILITY TO BE PRE-SHREDDED!
I think I have a total of 6 readers now! Believe it or not, this is a major accomplishment in my life. You don't need to tell me to get a life. I've heard that already.
...multiple times...
Well, you can expect another post today... if not tomorrow. Sorry for the inconsistency.
Days left of school: 17/16
Times I will put something about the powerpoint hereafter: 0. Sorry, it's old news.
The grease tidal waves that come out of the quesidilla: 7
The Visa commercials: Priceless.
Irony rocks.
Wednesday, May 27, 2009
Giraffe's have no Vocal Cords! I Think...
Yea, again, my second post today. But I'll be honest, I need something to distract me from doing my French homework. "J'aime voler avec un couteau." Translate THAT!
I can't help but to count down the days of school every two minutes. I've already started memorizing what I'll put in some peoples yearbooks. Although, when that came in, I forgot something. I would tell you, but I forget. And that's not a pun. It's a Harry Potter quote.
I would always think of unusual things to put in peoples yearbooks if I wasn't close with them.
In fifth grade, it was "Dear Fan 492. It's been a great year! And I'm sorry that you're not fan number one, but [insert so-and-so's name here] brought cookies."
Sixth grade it was "Have a great summer." Ok, so, that wasn't original. Sue me.
Seventh grade: "*Giraffe noise*" Have a great summer!" See! Try making a giraffe noise! Now do you appreciate my cunningness?
This year, I hope it's spontaneous. Because I'm just, as forementioned, too lazy. Most likely -- a play on words. I'll also advertise the heck out of the yearbooks with links to the blog, youtube, aim, etc. No phone numbers though. Speaking on the phone is soo overated. And I'm not just saying that because I create 'many awkward silences', says Chris.
Well, I guess it's back to homework -- I don't want to, but heck, I haven't forgotten homework all year [yea, I'm a nerd(fighter)] and I won't lose that reputation with less than 20 days of school.
Sorry... but the homework thing reminded me of a story. In sixth grade I was really quiet and all genious-y, and although I am the polar opposite now [hence the phrase: "Sixth grade, smart and quiet. Seventh grade, loud and obnoxious. Eighth grade, goth and scary." I know, I know. When I wrote that I planned on becoming another alter ego. Screw you Louis! I'm not changing again! I'm sticking with Eric and that's final!]
Anyways, someone who sat near me at the time had claimed I was 'an alien that laser-zaps my homework done.' Wow, she had such an imagination *hides laser inside my trenchcoat.*
Ok, well, back to homework! Wow, that sounds familiar.
Wait --
Just kidding!
Days left of school - Has not changed [Not until I laser-zap the days away!!]
Times I watched the powerpoint again in the past minute - 2. Cut me some slack, the video is 3 minutes long. To get 2 of them in a minute is impressive and impossible!
The times I randomly break out into song, most likely from the RENT soundtrack - Priceless
I can't help but to count down the days of school every two minutes. I've already started memorizing what I'll put in some peoples yearbooks. Although, when that came in, I forgot something. I would tell you, but I forget. And that's not a pun. It's a Harry Potter quote.
I would always think of unusual things to put in peoples yearbooks if I wasn't close with them.
In fifth grade, it was "Dear Fan 492. It's been a great year! And I'm sorry that you're not fan number one, but [insert so-and-so's name here] brought cookies."
Sixth grade it was "Have a great summer." Ok, so, that wasn't original. Sue me.
Seventh grade: "*Giraffe noise*" Have a great summer!" See! Try making a giraffe noise! Now do you appreciate my cunningness?
This year, I hope it's spontaneous. Because I'm just, as forementioned, too lazy. Most likely -- a play on words. I'll also advertise the heck out of the yearbooks with links to the blog, youtube, aim, etc. No phone numbers though. Speaking on the phone is soo overated. And I'm not just saying that because I create 'many awkward silences', says Chris.
Well, I guess it's back to homework -- I don't want to, but heck, I haven't forgotten homework all year [yea, I'm a nerd(fighter)] and I won't lose that reputation with less than 20 days of school.
Sorry... but the homework thing reminded me of a story. In sixth grade I was really quiet and all genious-y, and although I am the polar opposite now [hence the phrase: "Sixth grade, smart and quiet. Seventh grade, loud and obnoxious. Eighth grade, goth and scary." I know, I know. When I wrote that I planned on becoming another alter ego. Screw you Louis! I'm not changing again! I'm sticking with Eric and that's final!]
Anyways, someone who sat near me at the time had claimed I was 'an alien that laser-zaps my homework done.' Wow, she had such an imagination *hides laser inside my trenchcoat.*
Ok, well, back to homework! Wow, that sounds familiar.
Wait --
Just kidding!
Days left of school - Has not changed [Not until I laser-zap the days away!!]
Times I watched the powerpoint again in the past minute - 2. Cut me some slack, the video is 3 minutes long. To get 2 of them in a minute is impressive and impossible!
The times I randomly break out into song, most likely from the RENT soundtrack - Priceless
My Brain has Hormones
I was anticipating making this blog all day. I literally planned what I would write word for word during algebra. [What else would I think about in algebra? Inequalities? Psh]
As I raced home after the bus dropped me off, I threw my backpack on the ground and rushed into the living room, where the computer was. But, I was greatly crushed to see my sister on it, with country music blasting from the tv. What irks me more than country music was that her perfectly fine laptop was sitting right next to her. "Do you mind?" I asked her. "Yes." was her response. "...ok then..." I mumbled under my breath, as I left the room for, as my mom calls it, a 'bio break.'
She finally got off 2 minutes ago. And although I have only been home for 8 minutes, that 6 minutes where I did nothing but made my peanut-butter-and-fluff quesadilla was awful.
And during that 6 minutes, I had thought up that clever intro. And since my brain capacity is full, when I put one thing in, something else either a. leaves b. is terminated c. commits suicide or d. rapes another thing. And thats why whatever I had planned either left, got fired at by lasers, hung himself out of a 3-story window inside my head, or is no longer a virgin.
I also tried to figure out a way to include an Avenue Q reference in this blog, but I failed. 3 ideas were injured and there was 1 fatality. I'll miss you, ability to make a UFO-sounding whistle. You were real. You were cool. But you weren't real cool.
So, buh-bye!
Days left of school: 18/17
Times I thought back to the powerpoint: 12
People's re-enactments of my snort: Priceless
As I raced home after the bus dropped me off, I threw my backpack on the ground and rushed into the living room, where the computer was. But, I was greatly crushed to see my sister on it, with country music blasting from the tv. What irks me more than country music was that her perfectly fine laptop was sitting right next to her. "Do you mind?" I asked her. "Yes." was her response. "...ok then..." I mumbled under my breath, as I left the room for, as my mom calls it, a 'bio break.'
She finally got off 2 minutes ago. And although I have only been home for 8 minutes, that 6 minutes where I did nothing but made my peanut-butter-and-fluff quesadilla was awful.
And during that 6 minutes, I had thought up that clever intro. And since my brain capacity is full, when I put one thing in, something else either a. leaves b. is terminated c. commits suicide or d. rapes another thing. And thats why whatever I had planned either left, got fired at by lasers, hung himself out of a 3-story window inside my head, or is no longer a virgin.
I also tried to figure out a way to include an Avenue Q reference in this blog, but I failed. 3 ideas were injured and there was 1 fatality. I'll miss you, ability to make a UFO-sounding whistle. You were real. You were cool. But you weren't real cool.
So, buh-bye!
Days left of school: 18/17
Times I thought back to the powerpoint: 12
People's re-enactments of my snort: Priceless
Tuesday, May 26, 2009
Chris is a Brat, Black Pastor
I know this is my second blog today. But I felt someone [you know who you are] would want to know Chris's new occupation: becoming a brat, black pastor. Yes, I know.
He is also going to become a Christian rapper, with the name ChristZ.
You are a lucky girl, Danielle. He's a keeper.
He is also going to become a Christian rapper, with the name ChristZ.
You are a lucky girl, Danielle. He's a keeper.
Screw Commitments and your Science Teacher
I know I said I'll wait for two comments, but I only got one... from my cousin... so I guess I'll make another post.
There are a few topics I would like to discuss...
Firstly, if anyone knows me, they know I care sooo much about my hair. [I guess you don't know me if you don't know that I'm kidding.]
And onto the next topic.
Today was pretty boring, like always. I was half-asleep in French today, since I have it first period. I was only woken up by Danielle because that was my cue to take notes. I was too tired to even correct my homework. Danielle had to do that for me. Oh, and as it turns out, we had taken those notes about 3 months ago... God, I'm such a sharp fox.
Algebra sucks. Mark is absolutely, awfully ridiculous. [If you're in my class, you know who Mark is.] She keeps us late, gives us too much homework right before we have to leave, and it only gets worse knowing we have to see her again for History a few periods later. [Btw, in our class 'discussions' Mark calls us out if we get something wrong or interpret something differently from her POV.]
In Lunch --
Dear Diary,
Today I learned that Nick, Josh, etc. sit at my table just to annoy me. They are doing a great job. They should consider a professional career in this major.
I hate and love science. The class itself is boring, but the people who I sit near aren't. Reno 911 made me laugh too hard, and yea, I snorted. It's not my fault. When someone can get the idea of your very old science teacher corressing your back, you have to laugh. It's common courtousy.
And that's my day in a nutshell. Well, not a notshell. Something bigger than that. How about a dinosaur egg? Ok. We'll go with that.
Days left of school: 19/18
Times I had laughed because of one person's powerpoint: 38
The idea of your very old science teacher stroking your back, ' You know me!': Priceless
There are a few topics I would like to discuss...
Firstly, if anyone knows me, they know I care sooo much about my hair. [I guess you don't know me if you don't know that I'm kidding.]
And onto the next topic.
Today was pretty boring, like always. I was half-asleep in French today, since I have it first period. I was only woken up by Danielle because that was my cue to take notes. I was too tired to even correct my homework. Danielle had to do that for me. Oh, and as it turns out, we had taken those notes about 3 months ago... God, I'm such a sharp fox.
Algebra sucks. Mark is absolutely, awfully ridiculous. [If you're in my class, you know who Mark is.] She keeps us late, gives us too much homework right before we have to leave, and it only gets worse knowing we have to see her again for History a few periods later. [Btw, in our class 'discussions' Mark calls us out if we get something wrong or interpret something differently from her POV.]
In Lunch --
Dear Diary,
Today I learned that Nick, Josh, etc. sit at my table just to annoy me. They are doing a great job. They should consider a professional career in this major.
I hate and love science. The class itself is boring, but the people who I sit near aren't. Reno 911 made me laugh too hard, and yea, I snorted. It's not my fault. When someone can get the idea of your very old science teacher corressing your back, you have to laugh. It's common courtousy.
And that's my day in a nutshell. Well, not a notshell. Something bigger than that. How about a dinosaur egg? Ok. We'll go with that.
Days left of school: 19/18
Times I had laughed because of one person's powerpoint: 38
The idea of your very old science teacher stroking your back, ' You know me!': Priceless
Monday, May 25, 2009
I wait... and wait...
Well, I'm not going to pretend that millions, thousands, hundreds, or even teens of people will read this. I will assume that whoever reads this knows me, because if they don't, they have a. no life. b. no way to spend their time. c. a creep. or d. all of the above.
I won't start to make actual posts until I get some comments, I will wait for 2, because that will be all I get.
Healthy wishes [its a semi-inside joke...]
I won't start to make actual posts until I get some comments, I will wait for 2, because that will be all I get.
Healthy wishes [its a semi-inside joke...]
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