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?