A Semi-Farewell.

My summer? Lovely. What did I do? Nothing. Does that give me any excuse for not blogging? NO, so I apologize.

BUT this time I won't make any promises that I can't keep. You as a living, breathing organism should know that life is hectic. I mean DUH! SO I'm not going to promise that I will be on a lot more (as I have in the past) because I'm pretty sure I won't. And once again I'm sorry. I know you are all now having mental breakdowns and rocking yourself back and forth trying to figure out what you'll do without me. So I'll cushion the blow. When Ally blogs, I'll do my best to do one too. Will this pattern be perfect? Hell no. Will you get over it? Yes. It might be 50 years from now, but you'll forgive me at some point.

But I do want to thank all of my semi-devoted readers (that's all of you reading this now, in case you didn't know) because I have had a good run. And I'll still try to post every once in a while. Really. I will definitley try.

P.S. That short story I started...is amazing. Or rather I'm having so much fun writing it. So thanks again.

User Error.

So I started out this blog at 730pm or so, convinced that I would write a smashing blog reawakening all of my semi-devoted readers into perfect bloggy ecstasy. But, as you know nothing works out the way you want it to. It is now 1030pm and here I am writing a new blog because the first blog was so amazing that I just kept writing and writing and writing. And I'm not done yet. It's good though, or at least I think so. Anyways, I'm not even sure if I'll ever publish this short story (which is turning into a very long story) I have written. Maybe because I won't ever finish it or maybe because I don't want it on the internet. I'm not sure which. But just know this: If I had not known that Ally had a new post or had gotten on Blogger tonight, I might never have written what is turning out to be a very promising story. Feel Special All Who Read My Blog. You helped! =)

*Back to writing. I'll let you know how it goes.

She Has A Pulse!

So by now most of you have passed go!, collected the hundred dollars, and are gearing up for another lap. I'm talking about summer baby! The sad part of all of this is that I'm still sitting here on my couch, watching reruns, and eating my weight in whatever chocolate can be found around the house. I have an addiction, I know.

The good news is that this past week was exhausting. I finished out my behind the wheel, then babysat all day yesterday, and took an ACT today. I say "an" in that last sentence because knowing me, it won't be my last and it certainly wasn't my first. It was my second. (*And if you know anything about me, you know that I am no fan of SAT's and ACT's. In my opinion they are evil.) And after all that, I'm pooped. I still have to work the concessions at a game and I think Sunday is my rest day. Maybe. As it should be.

Then next week, well, that's an entirely different story. So we won't go into that.

Anyways I had these great ideas that were going to shape this post into the best piece of "literature" anyone's ever laid eyes on, but as I said before: I'm tired. So...

Peace!

My Ode to June.

Not really though. So here's life as we know it:
SCHOOL'S OUT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I'm sure you know how freaking amazing that is. And if you aren't out yet: well I feel for you, I really do. (*taunting you: hahahahahahahaha) OKay, not really.

So on Tuesday morning, I found myself sitting outside the school, on the steps, waiting for my PU (Parental Unit) to come and pick me up. It was a lovely day, and I found myself feeling a little like a loser. I had friends going to the river, Florida, the pool, hanging out with other friends, and doing other slightly cooler things than I had planned for the rest of the day. I was about to spend the afternoon watching mindless t.v. and letting my brain fall into the mush it deserved to be after working SO hard for finals. Woopie. Aren't I a bundle of fun? Nope. Well, I decided that instead of fixing it by inviting myself somewhere and having loads of fun, I would just complain about it. And complain I did. It was marvelous. And after I was through complaining, I went and watched 7 hours of mind-numbing t.v. That, too, was marvelous.

Now here I am on my fourth day of being out of school and my routine is the same. I'm going insane. The good news is that tomorrow is Saturday and the routine WILL be different then, because both PU's are home, to make me do chores and such (*which by the way, I have had to do everyday as my penance for being in the house all summer). And I'll get to go out and do stuff during the day on that day we call Saturday. It will once again be marvelous. Who said weekends aren't the most amazing invention ever? Now, for some reason this conversation has reminded me of this scene from Finding Nemo.

Anyways, my summer is to get considerably better, I promise. I get to babysit, which is fun. I get to go to the beach, which is also fun. And I'm sure I can find someone to go on a "shopping-spree" (my version is where I spend like $20 on something and then I'm done.) Anwyays, I also have to teach someone how to ride a bike.....I'm sure that story will come out later. And I have to watch like a million movies with one Ally VG.

So my summer will be jam-packed or something to that effect. It's just not right now.

And finally, here's my Ode to June:

Wave goodbye to that school.

WOOHOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Oh and I think this version of that song is pretty funny.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-BTr-U4nuko&feature=related

Adios, until later!

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Here's my credit:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=F0Euggn6ezo&feature=related

A Tad Morose.

No explanation. Though I will say this. I will miss my seniors. *Today was their last day. My best friend's last day is Monday. She's not coming back next year. Goodbye Ashley!!


This song makes me feel better when I am sad. *I have no idea why. It's pretty though.

Everybody will be just fine.

It's summer!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Glorious News!

I have finished my book. And once again, Lisa Lutz has not failed me. It was fantastic. It would be even better if I knew whether she was to make a third or not. *Shall be doing research on that tonight. Will update if any new evidence shows up.

EXAMS.

AAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!


HELP!!!!

The only good news that comes form this EVIL is the fact that summer follows immediately!

WOOT!!! Just not as big as the freak-out.

I'll see you on the other side.

It's Oldies Day!

*Like this song too.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3WXIom2IT1M

An Optimistic Song.

*Well, I think it is.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FX--7gFHkU0

Update....Old school style

So, you know a book is good, when...

1.) You spend every chance you get thinking about it. Or trying to figure out the mystery
2.) You in-wrap yourself so much into the characters that you start talking like them..(though I do this alot. No, I'm not a freak. I just have a very good imagination. Thank you.)
3.) Your mother has to yell at you constantly to "Put that book down and get some homework done."
4.) You start writing blog updates on how amazing it is.
5.) Damn, that's one really good book.



Caution: You might not want to read this book, just so you can stay out of parental danger zone.

Yes, I'm Doing My Homework! ... sort of.....

Well, I AM practicing my procrastination techniques, so you could count that as homework. If you really wanted to.

This week has just bummed me out. Seriously. Every single one of my classes for three days in a row. It's like death on a stick. Ridiculous.

ANYWAYS,

I wanted to tell you something and now that I am hear I can't remember what it was. Don't you HATE that?

Don't panic...I remember now.

I have a new book that I am excited about. And you thought my book fad was over. Heck no. It's just that lately I've been reading books that are embarassing to be reading...at least at my age...

But, NOW, I have a book. It's called The Curse of The Spellmans. It's by Lisa Lutz. It's a sequel to The Spellman Files. Best book. Sort of cynical, which isn't really my style, but it's funny as hell. SO, go now to your local bookstore (Barnes & Noble rocks...just to let you know....If it was an inn, I would totally sleep there) and BUY that book. It's been SO long since I read the first one, so I couldn't tell you what it's about. (or maybe it's that I'm exhausted). So no info for you. Just go get it and read it. NOW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

~Good Night

Awwwww!

I want one.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XdB0pVjFYoU&feature=dir

Roxanne.

As Ally can tell you, I have been obsessed with this song for the past couple of days. So bad that I asked several teachers to let me play it during class. =)
One said yes!

I love it. In case you are like me, who can't hear everything they say in songs and end up having to look up the lyrics, it's about a prostitute. (haha. I think we are seeing a trend here... remember Lola?) Well, actually it's about a guy who is dating this prostitute named Roxanne and he's begging her to stop being a prostitute becasue they are now in a relationship. I dunno. I think it's kind of sweet in a weird, agitated way (I don't know why I put that word in there, but I like it, so it stays.) Anyways, the point is that I like this song. =)

Glorious Celebration.

Today, for the first time in the history of me being in my school, I have no homework. This is a cause for celebration. Maybe even a wild party. I dunno...



(*Not really though, I'll probably end up just reading a book. Boy, am I boring.)



=)

Official Statement.

So I had officially decided a long time ago, that one of my favorite comedians is Eddie Izzard, along with Demetri Martin.

Love them.

But, now I am making a general statement to the public:
They make me laugh.

Which is good, because it's their job...

Post-Prom.

So I don't have much time tonight to post. In other words, this is gonna be short. Get over it.

I have a funny math....joke? Something.

Well, I think it's funny. Maybe I'm just a nerd. Wait, scratch that. I AM a nerd. It's be proven. =)

I'm sure by now, you've realized that the title of this post was just a teaser. Mwahaha! Evil genie.

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* http://www.misscellania.com/miss-cellania/2006/12/29/mathematics.html

I'm Like A Magician.*

*You never know when I'll just pop up for a chat. (or something to that effect...)

Howdy everyone!
Here's a post just to let you know that I am not decapitated. Or anything. (Magic trick gone awry).

I went to prom last friday. (Pooy Ally didn't. Everyone needs to give her a hard time about that.)
Thought not too much, because then she'll get mad at me. =)

If I do say so myself, I looked fantabulous. Period. Everyone said so.
Of course, it's sort of required that you go around to everyone you see and say "Hey, You look amazing!", *hug*, and then you can walk away. (**Kind of awkward really) So, really and truly, everyone could have been lying to me, just to make me feel better. Eh, whatever. I lied to a couple of them too. (though not really, it's just what I'll tell myself. SHHHH, it's a secret. )
*Can you tell I'm kind of tired?

I haven't been on any fun internet (meaning you guys' blogs) in forever. All it is is school, SCHOOL, SCHOOL.
Can anyone say SUMMER VACATION?

Who wants to start a countdown with me?

In case you haven't figured this out yet......There is no logical explanation to this post, except that I got a request to come back from the dead by Rayne, so TADA!!!!! Like I said before I'm a magician. or maybe a genie. Hmmmmm.....Yes, I think I'll be a genie. They are proven to be prettier.
I think I'll go and try to draw a genie now...

PROCRASTINATION POWERS ACTIVATE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Houston, We May Have A Problem.

I am certain now that I maybe, perhaps, there's a slight chance, and it's a possibility that I am addicted to chocolate.

CHOCOLATE!!!!
*just maybe

Of course, the good news is that my Parental Unit says that if one is addicted to chocolate, there is something you're getting from it that you aren't getting already.

So I have decided to keep that philosophy because it doesn't require me to stop.

My other Parental Unit says that is called rationalizing your problem. I agree, but it's yummy.

Chocolate. Yum.


****Blonde Moment (Ally, I think this one is to be added to our list):
I just figured out why they say "Houston."
Isn't that sad?

And for those of you as blonde as I am sometimes....
Houston is said because that is where a base for spacecraft is. You know, as in Houston, Texas.
Whew!

*HEY!, everybody's allowed to have a blonde moment every once in a while, I can't be brilliant all the time people!!!!
(Aren't I modest?)

Personally, I Want a Gold Star, But That's Just Me.

Hello,
(this post is specifically written to Just A Girl, so if you are not her...well...I can't really stop you from reading can I?)

So you have responded to quite a few of my posts, and I thought I might put you on the official post list. I know K wanted/ is going to/ has done this but for the record, this thought process was my own. Promise. On my honor. (I think I used to be a Girl Scout, that counts for something right?)

Anyways, if you will direct your attention to the back of the plane...no, no that's not right....to the lower right-hand of the page, you will see your "name" is in bright pink letters. TaDa!



Now, to add some ego to this post......
Aren't I just the sweetest thing?

I'm sorry, my blog seems to be the only place in which I can have an ego (don't ask), so I throw it in whenever I can.....Don't be offended. Not directed towards you.
Also, just so you know, that last statement goes for everyone..not just you....

So anyways, that was my egotistical and a tad rude and somewhat sweet post about adding you to the list.....
=)

Paralyzer by Finger Eleven.

So, I just discovered what is mostly likely (as past experiences have shown) a relatively old song. But, I like it, so I'm posting it.

http://new.music.yahoo.com/videos/FingerEleven/Paralyzer--39941052

Worst Day of My Life.

So day was lovely. School was fine. The sun was shinning. And then I went home. (*sigh*)



I was grounded this past quarter because on my interim, I had three C's. Stupid C's. So I haven't been able to do fun things. Today was supposed to free me from that because today I got my report card. Nu-uh. I still have two C's. I brought history and spanish up, but brought down Math. And English pretty much stayed the same.



Now if you know me, which most of you get the general idea of me by now, you know that MATH happens to be my strong point. Maybe my only point (besides science). What the HELL is a C? Yo no comprende un C en math (yes, that was supposed to be a Spanglish mix).



Therefore, I think I am allowed to blame it on the teacher. She is dumb and doesn't teach it well. Well, one of my parental units doesn't agree with me that I should be able to blame it on her. Well, too bad. I am going to. At interim I had a A in her class, how the HELL did it go down to a C? Not even a C+, no, just a plain old EVIL C.



I would have a had to have none of my homework and failed every test. WHICH I DIDN"T. I say she's wrong. I am going to speak to her tomorrow because I think she calculated wrong (which would prove my point that she's dumb). Math teacher can't use a calculator. Ha! That's funny.





Anyways, my conclusion is that I am still grounded. Just a guess.



Really needed to vent. I feel slightly better. Now I think I'll go vent to my boyfriend.



(mutters under her breath: stupid teacher).

I finally have one worth putting on the web....Try it....Say yes....

So I wrote a poem today...It's not one of my better ones, SO I am more inclined to post it. I like it. It's a story about a dad who's never home. I just made it up. And actually, the poem started out being a love story, but it kind of transformed itself. It's a tad depressing, but I like it.

Tell me...Do you want me to post it? Because I'll update this post with it on it. Let me know....

Phineas & Ferb

Good theme song.

Finally.

OKay, I finally have a story worth blogging. And it's a good un.

Characters you must know Before the story:

~Do you remember Stephanie? No, you don't. I was not talking about Stephanie Plum. I was talking about the wonderful lady, whom I'd love to call my second mom, but really she's like one of my girlfriends. She is perfectly wonderful. Period. She has a little boy, whom we'll call Georgie.
~I thought I wrote about Angelique Kidjo. But, I can't find my post. So, I'll recap. She is a famous singer from Benin. She even won a Grammy Award. She's internationally acclaimed.

So now you know the characters, here's the story:

Friday Night, I went to the concert of Angelique Kidjo. It was THE most fun I have ever had at a concert. She came out in this patterened-African-style-vesty-shirt-thing and peach-colored satin pants and sang this passionate song that almost made you uncomfortable because she was so into it. She sang a couple more songs and then went back stage.

She was gone for about ten minutes and when she came back, the only wardrobe change was her top. I figured out that the reason why she stayed so long was so each player in her band would be able to play his solo. I thought that was wonderful.

She did some more songs and walked through the crowd once. Then she said she wanted some people on stage with her and Stephanie looks at me and says "Go!" I was like.um. I don't want to. Then, Stephanie links arms with me and drags me up on stage. Ms. Kidjo did a mainly instrumental piece, and we were all up on stage dancing. She went around to a couple of people on stage and danced with them-I was one of the lucky who got to dance with her.

Then the percussionist came out in front and would do little solo's for the people on stage. He would do a beat (with, of course, a basic song playing inthe background) as Ms. Kidjo went went through the group on stage, picking people to do solo dances in front. When she got to Stephanie and I, she looked at both of us and Stephanie pointed to me. I shook my head no! and Ms. Kidjo smiled,nodded her head yes, took my arm and led me to the front. *I couldn't believe it. Here I am, surrounded by a hundred and fifty poeple, about to dance for all I was worth, to the beat of a drummer. Oh Shit!* And I did too. I got a big round of applause after I shook what my momma gave me. (And everyone knows I didn't get much) When he stopped beating that drum, I ran back to Stephanie so fast, it must have seemed like I was running from a fire. She wrapped me in a hug a told me I looked great up there.

Now, I am shy...after meeting me and knowing me, I am not. In fact, I'm kind of loud and obnoxious. But, when first meeting someone, or if I have to get on stage (unprepared) or speak in front of the class, I am extremely shy. So, this feat of getting me on stage and Dancing in front of a crowd is no accomplishment to go unrecognized. *Stephanie, you are awesome. And I had so much fun. Thank you.*

It was the scariest, most thrilling, and simply wonderful thing I have done in a long time. It was just a cool experience all together.

Spring Break.

So spring break has officially begun and I already have a list of things to do as long as my grandma.
Oh! guess what? I got contacts this week. And I am in love with them. I can see again, fully I mean. I used to wear glasses, but they only cover most of your eye area. Now I can see, though it's still not crystal clear. I need to fix that I think. Hmmm.

I think I'm going to the beach sometime next week. Yay! I am so ready for the sun and and the ocean. Except I'm worried because the beach I am going to is almost never sunny and yummy. We'll see.

Anways, I can't think of anything else to say. So until later, adios.

Did you realize?

Did you realize that in exactly 2 days, 66.5 hours, 3990 minutes, and 239400 seconds, I will be beginning my spring break? That is as of 6:40 pm. Isn't that fantastic?

Well, I guess if you're not going on break any time soon, then I'm just rubbing your nose in it. Well, rub rub grind grind. Mwahahahaha.
And if you've already had break, then you know the ecstacy that I am about to feel.

Spring Break feels early this year though. I feel like I just finished writing thank you notes to those who gave me Christmas presents. (*note: I don't actually write thank you notes, ever; it just made a good example)

Recipe for Perfect Break:
~sun
~swim suit
~a little sun tan lotion
~the beach
~staying up really, really late and sleeping in until 1:00

~eating junk food like no other

~staying in an empty house all day long and then going to dinner with mi familia

~being lazy and watching t.v. until my brain drains out my ears

~laying in the sun until I am brown and crispy

~P.J.'s all day long

~And chocolate out the wazoo.

~Yum.

My break will be the perfect blend of lazy, lolly-gagging and sun bathing at the beach. I am so excited. In fact, I am so ecstatic that I've started early, I haven't done any homework tonight. Procrastination is key. Let's ban homework. Yes, I refuse to do any homework until April 30th. And even then, it will be done only by force.

I have officially decided that homework is the evil invention of adults who don't want us non-adults to have any fun. I think they think that since they have to work all the time, we should suffer too. And their way to make us suffer is by forcing us to do homework, and the driving force is the fact that if we don't do our homework, we can't go to college. And if we don't go to college, we don't get a good job. And if we don't get a good job, then we can't raise a family. And if we can't raise a family, then we can't force our kids to do the evil invention called homework. And then the cycle dies. WHERE WOULD WE BE??

So I guess homework is (as Ms. R would put it in history class) a necessary evil. But, an evil none the less.

To sum up, I love Spring Break and I hate homework.

Until later...

Adios.

Dunno.

So it's Saturday night, and once again, I am doing absolutley NOTHING. Isn't that sad? I think I might get some homework done and at the moment I am watching the second Pirates movie. I'm doing it backwards. This week I watched the 3rd. Now I am watching the 2nd, and Next week I will watch the 1st.

In case you haven't figured this out yet, I am not sure what I am talking about in this post. I have no stories to tell. Well, scratch that, I have stories to tell, just not to you.

I'll just keep rambling until I come up with a subject.
Hey, did you hear about the downtown Atlanta tornados? I think it's sad, but interesting. I wonder why a tornado has never hit there before. It also makes me think, is that why cities are built where they are?

Oh nevermind.
I am bored with this post.
And it's late.
So I shall say good night.
good night.

Two Line Snippets From My Life.

So, the title for this post was going to be look! I'm regular! (to show how I'm writing regualrly again) but it sounds too dirty, so I'll think of something later.

I was very upset last night. Pinky & the Brain DIDN'T come on. I was very sad. BUT, it comes on tonight so all is well.

I had pizza last night and am having (I think) a Baconator from Wendy's tonight. Does anyone else think that it might be a possibility that I am going to die of heart failure before I'm 30?

This week is Song Contest week. I am not a fan of Song Contest. It involves singing, weird dancing, and standing up in front of nearly 1,000 people and doing the previous. Ask Ally about it.

We are reading Huckleberry Finn in English class. I have always wanted to read that book. I kinda like it. It's a little difficult to read, but it's pretty good.

Prom is soon. I'm excited. I've had my dress for 5 years and am SO ready to wear it. Woot! I just have to find shoes and I'm good to go.

I can't think of anymore two liners. So now it's time to go. *breaks into song* So long fare well blah blah blah blah blah blaaah.

Synopsis

I'm bAAAck! Can't you hear the scary Jaws music? Let me tell you:

My BIG, FAT, TREACHEROUS, HORRID, EVIL WITH A SLICE OF PIE term paper, that I have been complaining about for the past 3 months, was due today.
Bedtime last Night: 2:00 am
Time I had to get up this morning: 6:00 am
Total hours slept: 4 (in case, you couldn't figure that out on your own)
Enough sleep? Hell no.

Do you have any idea how exhausted I am? I don't even feel it. I'm in a snappy mood, and when Miss Snow is in a snappy mood, ALL HELL BREAKS LOOSE. The good news is I was able to stay in a somewhat pleasant mood today.

Now here's the problem (sort of). Do you remember Pinky & the Brain? You know:
What are we going to do tonight Brain?
Same thing we do every night Pinky.
What's that Brain?
Try to take over the World!

I know you remember that part of your childhood. Well, they started playing it again. And when a piece of your childhood, like Pinky & The Brain, comes back on the tube, it's almost a sin not to watch it. So, tonight at 9:30, though very exhausted, I will be sitting in front of my television watching Pinky & The Brain.

~*~*~*~*
A synopsis of my life at this moment in time. Aloha until tomorrow.
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*P.S. remind me later to tell you about my crappy phone that hates me and needs to die.
*P.P.S. HAPPY (completely and uterly belated) BIRTHDAY ALLY VG!!!!!!!!!!!! How does it feel to be 17? Gosh you're old. ;-)

Randomititous.

Okay, I see no one enjoyed my music video thing, so we'll talk about........lunch. Well, sort of. You know how you can put Ranch on anything and it tastes good? Well, if you don't know, you can put Ranch on anything and it tastes good. =) Examples are Hot Pockets, Pizza, Arby's chicken, vegetables (obviously), and just about anything with meat on it. Except maybe, maple sausages. Though, to tell the truth, I haven't actually tried that yet. Let me know, any of you adventerous types.

Anyways...
At lunch the other day, my friends and I found something that Ranch doesn't taste good on. Fig Newtons. Let me explain. I had a pool of Ranch on a plate and a Fig Newton in my hand. I dropped that Fig Newton (accidentally) into the pool of Ranch. I then remembered how you can put Ranch on anything and it tastes good. =) So I asked Poprika to try it. Naturally, she did. She took one bite and spit the entire thing back out. Said "that's disgusting." Then she explained that it was the Fig Newton that was disgusting, not the Ranch.

Now we know, get better Fig Newtons and then we have a new recipe! Yum! (not).
=)

Lola.

Have I ever talked about Lola? It's a song (you might have heard it before when you parentals were listening to the radio); it's by The Kinks; it's classic 70's music (my favorite). I want to tell you what the story is in the song, but you have to listen to it first. I love this song because it makes me laugh.

In case you missed the storyline: It's about a transvestite. And this guy who is brand-new in the world meets him/her and falls in love with him/her. And then he realizes that she/he is a transvestite and decides he doesn't care because he is in love. It's very out there. Not typical back then (I think). Anyways, highly amusing.

Going To Hell In A Handbasket. Lovely.

HI. It must be explained. I have been MIA because I have this HUGE term paper due in two weeks. And let me tell you, the process has NOT been a field of daffodils. But, it's almost over, so just grin and bear it. So don't worry, I think we'll be back to our regular programming in about two weeks. Be Hopeful. =)

I'm Back! (For Now...)

Hello. The only reason why I am here is to tell you about my Valentine's Day.

Okay first off, Don't get too excited. You get no details as always. Don't think just because it's a wonderfully romantic holiday that you get to know any of the juicy contents. Because you don't. So sorry. Build a bridge and get over it.
Secondly, I know I'm talking about Valentine's Day. And I know that it happened like a school week ago, but I want to write about it now. It's my blog and if I want to write about what I got for Christmas on St. Patrick's Day, I think I'm allowed. Unless they set up a Blog Police since last I was on.

My Valentine's Day was very....blah. I think it wasn't special, but it didn't suck either. I got flowers and such from everyone, but spent the entire day worrying about whether I gave enough. Turns out: Nobody cares. So that was good for me. My Valentine's Evening however was just lovely. I got a frog and a book and flowers from my boyfriend. Perfect. (P.s. there's a significance to the frog, so don't freak out. Still: you don't get to hear. Sorry.)

Now on to the importance of my post. (sort of) The book I got, was a book that I had been wanting to read for a while now. It's called Cross My Heart And Hope To Spy by Ally Carter. It's the sequel to I'd Tell You I Love You, But Then I'd Have To Kill You. Both books were simply FANTASTIC. They're about this girl going to an all-girls private school (get any ideas Ally?), but the school is for spies, not just regular girls (once again: any ideas?). And she is experiencing spy-dom and boys at the same time (Ideas?). It's so good. (P.s. If any of you are wondering why I keep saying any ideas? it's because that's like my fantasy life. I swear.Spies and boys (yep, I've seen ALL the movies.) Don't laugh. That was a personal moment and if you keep laughing, I will cut back my personal stuff to like NONE AT ALL. I'm serious.) Anyways, if you're looking for an easy, yet thoroughly enjoyable book, this is it.

Another thing to catch up on my life. I wrote (sort of) two poems last week. And I might share if I get enough requests, but don't feel pressured to request. Because I am personal about my poems (as you all know), so it's going to take a lot for them to show up here.

One final thing, ALLY VG WAS BACK TODAY!!!!!!!!!! Woot! She IS alive people. No Worries.

Anyways, you are NOW caught upon my life so far. Cheers!

Here's To The Weekend!

HI.

Is It We Are Just Boring Or Is It That Life Is?

Let me be the first to say that we suck. Here we are the little pool of blogettes and we have barely been able to keep up ONE blog per week, let alone five or six. Now, that doesn't mean I'm any better; I did say "we", you see. But seriously, we are just pathetic.

Now on to the more interesting things. I built a house this weekend. And now that the shock is over, let me further that statement by saying: My Robotics Team helped the Habitat For Humanity build houses this weekend. It was AWESOME!!!! Getting muddy, climbing on roofs, hanging from rafters while trying to nail some cross-beams together, etc. It was freaking amazing. My tennis shoes are so encased in mud, that I think I must go get a rake to clean them.

"And now for something completely different."*

Here are some of the many ironic questions of life:
FOR THOSE WHO LOVE THE PHILOSOPHY OF AMBIGUITY

1. ONE TEQUILA, TWO TEQUILA, THREE TEQUILA, FLOOR...

2. ATHEISM IS A NON-PROPHET ORGANIZATION.

3. IF MAN EVOLVED FROM MONKEYS AND APES, WHY DO WE STILL HAVE MONKEYS AND APES?

4. THE REASON SANTA IS SO JOLLY IS BECAUSE HE KNOWS WHERE ALL THE BAD GIRLS LIVE.

5. I WENT TO A BOOKSTORE AND ASKED "WHERE'S THE SELF-HELP SECTION?"

SHE SAID IF SHE TOLD ME, IT WOULD DEFEAT THE PURPOSE.

6. WHAT IF THERE WERE NO HYPOTHETICAL QUESTIONS?

7. IF A DEAF PERSON SWEARS, DOES HIS MOTHER WASH HIS HANDS WITH SOAP?

8. IF SOMEONE WITH MULTIPLE PERSONALITIES THREATENS TO KILL HIMSELF, IS IT

CONSIDERED A HOSTAGE SITUATION?

9. IS THERE ANOTHER WORD FOR SYNONYM?

10. WHERE DO FOREST RANGERS GO TO "GET AWAY FROM IT ALL?"

11. WHAT TO DO WHEN YOU SEE AN ENDANGERED ANIMAL EATING AN ENDANGERED PLANT?

12. IF A PARSLEY FARMER IS SUED, CAN THEY GARNISH HIS WAGES?

13. WOULD A FLY WITHOUT WINGS BE CALLED A WALK?

14. WHY LOCK GAS STATION BATH ROOMS? ARE THEY AFRAID SOMEONE WILL CLEAN THEM?

15. IF A TURTLE DOESN'T HAVE A SHELL, IS HE HOMELESS OR NAKED?

16. CAN VEGETARIANS EAT ANIMAL CRACKERS?

17. IF THE POLICE ARREST A MIME, DOES HE HAVE THE RIGHT TO REMAIN SILENT?

18. WHY DO THEY PUT BRAILLE ON THE DRIVE-THROUGH BANK MACHINES?

19. HOW DO THEY GET DEER TO CROSS THE ROAD ONLY AT THOSE YELLOW ROAD SIGNS?

20. WHAT WAS THE BEST THING BEFORE SLICED BREAD?

21. ONE NICE THING ABOUT EGOTISTS: THEY DON'T TALK ABOUT OTHER PEOPLE.

22. DO INFANTS ENJOY INFANCY AS MUCH AS ADULTS ENJOY ADULTERY?

23. HOW IS IT POSSIBLE TO HAVE A CIVIL WAR?

24. IF ONE SYNCHRONIZED SWIMMER DROWNS, DO THE REST DROWN TOO?

25. IF YOU ATE BOTH PASTA AND ANTIPASTO, WOULD YOU STILL BE HUNGRY?

26. IF YOU TRY TO FAIL, AND SUCCEED, WHICH HAVE YOU DONE?

27. WHOSE CRUEL IDEA WAS IT FOR THE WORD "LISP" TO HAVE "S" IN IT?

28. WHY IS IT CALLED TOURIST SEASON IF WE CAN'T SHOOT AT THEM?

29. WHY IS THERE AN EXPIRATION DATE ON SOUR CREAM?

30. IF YOU SPIN AN ORIENTAL MAN IN A CIRCLE THREE TIMES DOES HE BECOME DISORIENTED?

31. CAN AN ATHEIST GET INSURANCE AGAINST ACTS OF GOD?

Thoroughly amusing. Enjoy life. Truly.

Oh and if you can fathom an answer to any of these questions, tell me.

*(If you understood my reference, you are an amazing person)

Du-Loque: SORRY, last time, I swear. (Though probably not. Lo Lo Siento.)

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*****Let me finish by saying that this blog, though very interesting to everyone else (I'm sure) ;-), was probably the most boring piece of poo Ally has ever read. So, in order to interest her in the least bit, I will say that I looked up Tom Brady and he's okay. You can have him. As long as I still get Topher, it's all good. =)

Guidance Counselors.

I hate guidance counselors. With a passion. I have very few run-ins with them, but of those I have learned to NEVER, EVER trust a guidance counselor. They are just there to further their reputation in the field. To the detriment of the students. We have two guidance counselors at my school, Mrs. W and Mrs. C. They are EVIL. First about Mrs. W. Freshman need to be warned about her. On several occasions, she has taken stories my friends have told her and twisted them so she can say that they need some kind of medication or have some brainular disease and need help. When CLEARLY they don't. And, to add to that, once I was having a bad day (just a little stressed(Which,is normal; EVERYONE gets that way every once and a while)) and instead of helping me, she sent me off to an English teacher to get me organized. It wasn't helpful. And on top of that, the teacher didn't get me organized, she just stressed me out more. It sucked. (Worst Day EVER).

Next, about Mrs. C., once....You know what, you don't care. And I don't feel like writing that down. And besides you aren't allowed to know because I said so. So there HA! Just know that she was a Butt-wipe. (Yes, I went there) =).

Anyways, all of this is important BECAUSE....

Today, my friend Mary (Ally, not in our grade) and I decided to make fun of Mrs. W all through-out Sportz Skillz. Quite amusing. We started out by drawing random pictures. You know, when you would draw something, then they would add on to it, then you would add to that, etc. Well, the resulting pictures were seriously disturbed. Then we decided that we would act like Mrs. W and try to interpret the pictures. So, we said the roots of the trees were the "Disturbed child"'s mom. (By the by, we named this "disturbed child", Laña) And the belly-button being misplaced meant that she hates her body. ETC. The list went on and on. Next time, we are going to write down Laña's story so, "we can help her get her story out, and to help the world." Needless to say, it was a very amusing class period. and we got quite a few chuckles out of that. So much so, we got into trouble.

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*OKay, so in my mind, that story came out a lot better. Sorry my story telling sucked so badly today. I hope it improves tomorrow. Adios mis conocimientos. (Suppose to say acquaintances, but I'm not sure if it does. It could be a curse word for all I know.) Have a nice life and until next time...

"However mean your life is, meet it, and live it; do not shun it and call it hard names."

~ Henry David Thoreau

Refreshing.

There's a British singer I just discovered. Her name is Kate Nash. And her song Foundations is fantastic. Refreshingly new. Listen.

I think it's good. And sort of funny.

A Video For You.

This is a music video for Michael Buble (it has an accent on the e, but I don't know how to do that). The song is I'm Feeling Good. And I love the James Bond-y feeling of it. And just to point out, I really like Michael Buble (`). He's good at the old-timey sexiness that is totally awesome. He usually takes old songs form like the 50's or so and remakes them. And does a good job of it. Very Suave. yum. =)

(* When I am talking about his sexiness, I am talking about his voice. I am not sure what I think of his looks yet. I'll get back to you on that.)

A Story to Make You Giggle. (Hopefully)

Not sure how funny this will be. In fact, it might be a "you had to be there" story, but I will do my best, so all parties not present may enjoy. Here goes:

My lunch table has very interesting conversations. In fact, if you are under the age of eight, you must stop reading this immediately. One day we got on the subject of our teachers, and it all went downhill from there. We were saying how a couple of our teachers have kids our age, but they don't look like they should. Our history teacher, for example, looks like she's 29, but her kids are our age, and she's actually like forty-something. Our chemistry teacher has white hair, but has kids our age. We said, she should be a grandma.

A said, "She should have just skipped over the mother process and become a grandma."

Then K pointed out, "That's not possible."

To this A said, "They could have been made in a Petri dish." (Side note, this is amusing because it's our chemistry teacher. In case you missed that.)

So, I joined in, "The kids made in the Petri dish would still be her children."

A said, "Well then, inside the Petri dish, the eggs could make eggs and then those new eggs would be her grandkids."

I said, "That doesn't work because the second eggs don't exist until AFTER the KIDS go through puberty." (Not pointing out that you also need sperm, preferably not sperm of a relative (i.e. a brother or something made in the Petri dish also.))

A said, "Well, they could be mutated."

I said, "THAT doesn't work either."

A pleaded, "Couldn't you have let me have just that one?"

A little while later...

C comes over and is leaning on my lunch box, saying how squishy it is.
I say, "Well, what if you were squishing something in there?"
C: "Am I?"
Me: "No."
Then, M moves my lunch box and puts her open salad dressing packet where my lunch box was. Naturally, C leans down on that. Orange stuff squirts out EVERYWHERE. We start laughing because A points out that it looks like vomit. Then, she goes on to say that it looks like her dog's vomit. And finally, she says that once her dog vomited near her bed and now there is a green stain where is occured. At this point, grape soda is spewing out of M's nose and mouth and has covered a nice portion of our table. Needless to say, she runs and gets napkins and cleans it up. But, that was one of the funniest lunches I have ever been present at.

Potatoes.

Yes, you read right. I said potatoes. What are you going to do about it?

At the moment, I am trying to ascertain the answers to four or five impossible Pre-Calculus problems from hell. She does them in class and they look easy, but NO they're not. They just sit there on the page, laughing maniacally at you, while you punch into your calculator every possible number arrangement that exists, only to come up with 26 when the answer is 367. And then you get to class and she works them out for you and you're like "oHHHHH!" (And you feel rather dumb). THEN, to make matters worse, she says, "These are so easy, why can't you get them?" And you think she is asking a rhetorical question, but then you realize that she isn't, so you mumble something until she is satisfied with whatever (small amount of) answer that actually reaches her ears. And she's like, "We'll do some more later." And you think GREAT! (While you cry silently). Anyways that's my rant on pre-calculus.

Now for more happier news. Um...Oh! I am reading a new book. Actually I have four books all lined up for me to read. I am excited. The one I'm reading now is a biography of Audrey Hepburn. It's called Enchantment The Life of Audrey Hepburn* by Donald Spoto. And for anyone who knows me, this is/should come as no surprise. I love Audrey Hepburn. She is wonderful. (Ally, we HAVE to watch Breakfast At Tiffany's one weekend. It is a must.) Anyways, I figured since I love her so much, I should read her biography. At the moment, it is boring. (And as Tori pointed out, most biographies are, but I resolve to stick with it.) And also, I haven't even gotten to the point of her birth. That might be why it is so boring; she doesn't even exist yet. (Shows how slow I read. I just don't have time, otherwise I would probably be done with it by now.)

The next book I am going to read is, the third Nancy Drew novel. I know, I know, lame. When I was younger, I tried to read the first one and did not like it. But, for some strange reason, I like them now. I have only read the first one, and the book store didn't have the second, so I went for the third. I am told you don't have to read these books in order. Which is good.........

Next is a book called Cross My Heart and Hope to Spy. I want to say the author is Ally Carter, but don't quote me on that. It's the sequel of a book about a girl who is attending a private school, but it's for spies and such. (Called I'd Tell You I Love You, But Then I'd Have To Kill You.) I thoroughly enjoyed it. It was cute. Not sure what the sequel is about, I guess I will have to find out. I actually do not have said book in my possession because it has yet to come out in paperback. And it's not the kind of book one would want in hardback.

And finally, whenever my parental unit gets around to retrieving the book from the office. I am going to read the ninth Stephanie Plum novel. YAY! (If you are a late reader of my blog, go to earlier posts and you can get the synopsis of these books.)

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(*big surprise there.)
(P.S. Sorry du-Loque, I had to steal your star thing. Just for this one time. The post wouldn't look right if it was next to the wordage. Lo siento.)

Some Kind Of Grown-Up Disease.

OKay, I think we have a problem. I think I have some kind of Parental Unit-disease. This weekend I baked. BAKED?!?!?!?! I don't really like cooking, except every once in a while. This weekend I made Glazed Lemon Cakes. And Caramelized Apples & Biscuits. (They have both tasted perfect, if I do say so myself.) Also,I have been enjoying food and chocolate like mad. You know I love food. But, I have NEVER enjoyed food this much. It's weird. Then, this afternoon I went to the fabric store. (Don't ask why; I just did ok?) And I decided I wanted to sew. Maybe make a purse out of upholestry fabric. I think it would be very cute. But, what worries me is that I don't do this kind of thing. It's odd. Then, I decided it must be something wrong about the alignment of the planets or something. That's my story and I'm sticking to it.

*Sigh*

Hi. Today is a good day. I think. My last exam was today. And my vocal chords are all warmed-up to sing Pieces of Me (Don't worry, I actually had to look that up. I don't know her music. As you can probably tell.) or For He's A Jolly Good Fellow (which ever Alex chooses). I'm going to a dance tonight. I think it might be fun. Quizzicals will comence momentarily. At the moment I am letting my brain turn into a puddle to drain out of my ear later tonight. Television is a beautiful invention. Now what? I have an extremely lOOOOng weekend ahead of me and NOTHING to do. Any suggestions?

My Weak Side.

At the moment, I am drawing. Which, I don't do very often; and when I do, I expect full support from everyone around me. As is with writing poetry. Personally, I think I write very good poetry. Sure, it needs a little work, but what doesn't? I expect anyone who is listening to my poetry to sit there contently, and when I am finished I will allow you as many compliments as you want, and after that, you are allowed ONE negative/editing statement. That's it, no more. If you choose not to use up your free token of negativity, then you can use it to buy a pair of lederhosen later.

But, as you know, that system only exists in fantasy. So, I am stuck here allowing anyone to say anything they wish. It is a free country after all. Go ahead, say whatever you are thinking in that brain of yours. I won't stop you.

Now, understand. I do not mind editorial comments on my writing skills. Everyone knows I am not a good writer. I don't even like writing. Well, I do, but only when I'm not being graded on some screwed-up scale that measures how many times you used figurative language in a sentence. English is not my strong point. I am 100% a math and science nerd. And proud of it.

You know, one day I might put up some poetry, just to see who does what to it. It'll be a free for all. Like my very own peace treaty. I don't know. I'm still mulling it over.

Arby's.

So, A P.U. and I went to Arby's the other night and ordered deluxe baked-potatoes. Which, I love. We get home to eat and look at our food. And instead of the deliciousness we are used to, with the cheese and the sour cream and the bacon bits and the little green things; we get this shriveled potatoe with minimal cheese and sour cream. I don't even get to enjoy the little green things. They don't exist on this thing Arby's is trying to pass off as a potatoe. I look at the P.U. and say: (In an English accent)

"This is no deluxe baked-potatoe; this is just a semi-improved baked-potatoe."

The P.U. thought this highly amusing. I chuckled myself.

Rhetorical.

Have you ever noticed how in Spanish, there are so many more rhetorical questions in conversation than in English? They say "¿No?" All the time. There are other examples, but I can't think of any. I planned this post a while ago, when I had a few more examples. Sorry.

Creepy Thought.

So, a couple of days ago, I was studying for my biology exam and my parental unit sadi something that totally creeped me out. Everything in the universe is made-up of potential reactions. What happens when they all have occured? There is nothing. Just dead. NO universe. NO Earth. NO stars. NO planets. NO nothing.
It scared the crap out of me.

Lo Siento.

Understand. I am not ignoring you guys. Or have died. Promise. I am just way to busy to write. For the next two weeks, I will try to write, but I can see it's not going to happen. I am sorry. Mid-terms and homework and Robotics and Zumba and life take up too much of my life to do anyting else. I will be back. (I sound like Arnold Schwarzenegger, "I'll be back") I promise. Well, back to the chain gang. Me and homework, we are one. Adios.

I'm Supposed To Be Doing My Homework.

So, update on my procrastination techniques. I painted my nails today. No, you don't understand why that is funny. So, let me enlighten you. About a year ago, everytime Ally would talk to me, I would say, "Guess what I'm doing?" and the answer would always be, "I'm painting my nails." It got to the point of when I would say, "Guess what I'm doing?", she would say, "What color?" Then, I would say whatever color that I happened to be applying to my nails at the moment. Blue, pink, green, purple, various shades of the colors previously mentioned, orange, etc. This lasted about 6 months, until I got bored with it. Or was it that I couldn't wear electric green to my relative's wedding? I can't remember. I think it clashed with my dress.

Well, the only reasons I paint my nails are because 1.) I bite my nails and I don't when they are painted; 2.) I love looking at my PAINTED nails (sounds sketchy, but you try it sometime. They are lovely.); 3.) My nails GROW!!!!; 4.) They are a good defense mechanism; and 5.) why do you even need a fifth, those are reason enough.

So, I've started up again. I don't know how many colors I am going to go through this time, but I've started out with a fire engine red. I'm thinking purple next. A dark, mysterious purple. Yes, that'll do nicely.

=)

I'm Rooting For: The Gabbers' Gift.

So, I wasn't going to, but everyone else is and it seems safe enough. *Ugh! Your minds need some serious de-trash-ifying. No, I wasn't talking about sex, drugs, money, alcohol, or any other gutter-thought you can fathom.

I was talking about writing about the BLOG-O-Sphere!!!!!!! I like to think of it as a little clique (all seem to be welcome, unless the rules are changed) of bloggers who are the only thing keeping each other alive. I mean seriously, who else is going to comment on our blogs; letting us know that, NO we are not only writing to read it ourselves, and there are in fact actually people reading and commenting on our blogs. It's wonderful! Here's the list of lovely people who (so far as I've deducted) are apart of our (insert name of society here!):

http://www.allyvg.blospot.com Ally Vg (in case you haven't already guessed) ;-)

http://mechanical-pencil-eraser.blogspot.com/ Alex

http://clumsyninja.blogspot.com/ K (no, not a typo)

http://duloque.blogspot.com/ Du'Loque (or maybe it's du-Loque, I'll have to ask)

http://melodramaqueen.blogspot.com/ Rayne

http://raining-noodles.blogspot.com/ Angelique

And me OF COURSE! ;-)
There might be more people, but I can't find any others. So, I'm sorry if I forgot you. Lo siento.

That's us. Now we just need to come up with a name. Last I heard someone was rooting for AARDVARK (you know, ally, alex, rayne, du-loque, I think I would be V (not sure how, but...). angelique, Somebody whose name starts with an R (any takers?), and K.) Now I'm not so sure.

What's the latest guys?


*P.S. The Gabbers' Gift is gay, I know. But, I went to dictionary.com and found the gift of gab in the thesaurus as a synonym for way with words. Oooh! What about: the silver tongues. No, no, that's stupid too. Anybody else want to take a stab at thinking of a name for us? Go For It!!!!!!!!But, I still like The Gabbers' Gift.

Fall Is Just Something That Grown-Ups Invented.

So, today was my first day back to that place we all know to be hell all wrapped up in one little package: School. There is a song, that seems to be the theme song of Cartoon Network; don't ask. But, it puts my feelings of school and such to a catchy tune that will be stuck in your head for days to come. Apparently it was created and sung by a group called the Hives; now where have I heard that band before? Anyways, I truly believe what it says about Fall and School :

*Random thought: Have you ever just done something and not realized you did it until you were half-way through doing it? Like cutting up a straw. I was doing that today and I realized half-way that I was making a mess, then I realized that I was cutting up a straw, for no good reason. It was weird. I hope that doesn't turn into some kind of mental fall-out, and I go to jail for stealing something without realizing I did, at least until I got caught.

New Idea = It's A Good One.

I had a brain revelation. Remember how I tried to do that Happy List thing a couple of posts back? Well, it didn't really work; Sorry Alex. But, I had an idea that might work.
Okay, you know how you dream? Of course you do (Unless you're Ally, in which case you don't)!
Well, blank number of years ago, I was in a class called Space. And we did a project where you wrote down your dreams in the morning. Well, sometimes I have dreams that I want to remember, so when I do I'll write them down, ok?
To start us off: I had a dream a couple of weeks ago that I thought was funny (weird, but funny). Ally, you already know this dream, so you don't have to continue reading if you don't want to.

It's my class and we are at some coliseum, attending some robotics competition. I don't know if we are taking part in the competition or just watching it. I was in a Blimp, but I was in the football shaped part, not the normal part where you usually get to sit. Also, the blimp was red, but at the same time see-through. Dream logic is crazy sometimes. Well, there were holes in the blimp and three of my friends were in the blimp with me. E, M, and another, but it's so vague I can't remember. So, naturally we had to fix the holes and keep the balloon up in the air. M and I had bike pumps and E had some liquid helium pump that would help. I'm not sure what the last friend had. So, we're sitting in a falling blimp using bike pump's and the liquid pumper thing to keep the balloon up. And all the while, the teacher (not sure if it's Ms. H (my robotics teacher) or Ms. B (my math teacher) is telling me to keep the ballon up, "we're nearly there."

I don't know, it was strange, but it made me laugh. Well, that was one of my dreams, until next time! Adios!

Okay, seriously though.

Are you ready for the Scariest thought ever? *More scary than Saw or The Shining or Halloween or The Ring or The Sixth Sense or other scary movies like that?

School is starting back up again.
(dun dun duuuuuuuuun)

Hide your eyes. It'll scar you for life. AHHHHHH!

Especially when you go to a Nazi school like I do. Ready? 50 notecards due Friday, The final Thesis due next Friday (this is for that research paper I'm writing), and then Midterms are the week after that. Seriously. EWWWWW!!!! It's like some new form of Chinese water torture, except with homework. What were they thinking? How can anyone "Have a good break" while worrying about THAT all the time?
I'm hyperventilating here, people. I'm one of those people who try to do well in school; I have high hopes when I get out of college. But, how the hell am I supposed to reach those goals when I got all this work and shit to do? Seriously. Here it is 3:00 and I still have 20 notecards to do and I can't focus long enough to do them. But, who can blame me; it's my last day of break and I want to spend it being lazy. But, Noooooo!, I have to do work. Stupid Nazi school.

Anyone else need a paper bag?

*(By the way, I've never seen any of those movies; I'm not a scary movie person).