Truly evil people will FAKE A BABY'S DEATH!

I was watching "All My Children" today, although it was hard to concentrate because my mom was LAUGHING SO HARD.
Admittedly, it was pretty funny.
"They took Matthew...I mean, Trevor. And they faked the baby's death! But his mother will only get custody if she moves in with the crazy father! GASP!"
Fun fun fun.
No, I didn't go to school. School isn't even out yet.
I got out of the shower and smelled something iffy, and all of a sudden, there's this uncontrollable gag reflex. So I kind of passed out on the bed and my mom agreed there was nothing important I was going to miss at school today.
Although my history teacher would have pitched a fit.
He probably did. He'll probably yell at me all day tomorrow.
Whatever. He is SO full of it.
He made a big deal about how much he loves America, and then went on to describe the reasons he hates it.
Yeah, it made a lot of sense.
So that class sucks, but Chemistry ended up being awesome!
Mr. Daniel told us a story about aliens that shot three pieces of paper, which couldn't have just been litter. No, there was a message, which he revealed with ammonia or something.
Then he showed us his squirt bottle, AKA "No-Doze", and it had at least 50 tally marks of students he'd woken with it.
Ha. You're going DOWN, Emory.
Math looks all right. Mrs. Erickson is pretty chill about homework and whatnot. WE DON'T HAVE TO TURN IN NOTES. AND I have that class with a BUNCH of my friends.
Band's all right. We were playing pep today and I missed it. Maybe we'll play at the assembly tomorrow...
There's a cute girl in my history class who may or may not be a foreign exchange student. Hmmmm...
Women's Studies might be okay once we get started. But Innovative Fitness is hopelessly boring when you're forced to listen to lectures about excercising rather than actually doing it.
Argh. Now I'm addicted to Farkle, peppermints, and Milk Duds. I'm definitely going to like it when PE actually starts up. Ryan made fun of me for taking the class, though. He told me it was "shameful". Which it is. It's mostly girls...but there are 2 guys. They look scared, excited, and bored out of their minds.
Blah. It was the most boring day of school I've ever had.
Hopefully this year will get better...but there's football on Saturday! How could I forget!
But we have to sacrifice a virgin to our star quarterback. It's the only way to keep him happy.
Hopefully it won't be me. I'll be busy.

F my life.

They changed my schedule AGAIN.
So they pretty much eliminated any chance of my having classes with friends.
I won't be seeing at least 6 of my friends all year long.
It's pretty frustrating.
Chemistry, math, and history, which tend to be my worst classes, take up the first three periods.
And the teachers seem pretty nice.
But I kind of wanted to be in a bad mood about this year.
They switched up the band schedule, so I wasn't able to take my first choice of English.
Then, all of a sudden, I'm thrown out of my second choice into Women's Studies.
WOMEN'S STUDIES!!!!!
THAT class, however, seems like it might be pretty entertaining. The teacher is pretty funny and nice, and I've heard stories about her. Funny ones.
And PE is full of other lazy teenage girls who want to do Pilates and yoga. AWESOME.
But STILL!! AAAAARGH!
I don't have classes with practically ANY band kids!
Neither with my best friend, but whatever, I guess I've been replaced. Understandable, but lamentable all the same. And irritating. But whatever.
AAAAAAAAARGH, but for some reason, I have LOTS of classes with an overly amorous male aquaintance.
NOT INTERESTED. THANKS.
It's going to be one of those years.
I was hoping to keep boy drama to a minimum. Looks like that's not going to happen.
But friend drama...I guess I'm safe in that department because I'll HAVE NO FRIENDS.
And grades? Who knows. All the teachers seem fairly reasonable.
But I was kind of depressed walking into history. Because I realized any chance of my EVER having Mr. Walker as a teacher flew out the window.
Unless I fail Chemistry and take it next year.
There is nowhere I can turn, there is no way to go oooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooon!
Darn. Javert is dead. The only thing left to look forward to is Marius' moving solo.
Well, that, and a rousing chorus of "Do You Hear the People Sing?"
I just realized: I HATE the song "Turning". Stupid stupid stupid. Of course they're dead. You could sound a little less happy about it!

Thank you, Sam Pratt!

For the friend suggestion.
At first I was like, wtf? But you know best, apparently.
Emma and I went "shopping" yesterday.
Meaning we complained about consumerism and America while wandering about the mall, where we went to three stores before getting stuck in Barnes and Noble.
Good times.
She bought me a book, which was nice.
Even though the book ended up being about the futility of the "intelligent design" argument and how Christians can (and should) square their beliefs with evolution, because evolution is right. Even the Bible says so.
Um, right.
They did make a couple of good points, I must admit, about proven fact and theories.
But I find it annoying that people that believe in evolution assume Christians believe what the people back in Darwin's day believed: that Genesis 1:1 meant that God LITERALLY created everything in the beginning, including every species of every animal ever.
Which I think is sort of ignorant. Because it's been proven that speciation and mutation DOES occur, but that doesn't disprove the theory that God made the earth.
And it doesn't prove that all those species come from a common ancestor (a sponge).
And it certainly doesn't mean that all existence exploded into being from nothing.
Which is sort of what the intelligent design theory is. But there's God involved, not...nothing.
So I wish a lot of people, especially my science teachers, would stop saying things like, "Adaptation happens! Mutation happens! Therefore, you're wrong! Oh, and we found fossils!"
And I wish loudmouth Christians who have no idea what they're talking about would stop standing by the old school Genesis 1:1 theory. Because it's not true.
And they certainly don't take everything else in the Bible that literally, such as Revelation.
It was weird to see how the book twisted the parable of the talents into a pro-evolution argument.
Just like the Catholics twisted an unrelated Bible story around their anti birth control argument. I still don't know where I stand on birth control, but I think their argument is absolute CRAP.
So whatever. My God is big enough for speciation and mutation and everything else. He made organisms infinitely complex, so of course he could have made it so animals *gasp* CHANGE OVER TIME!
And of course he's big enough for evolution, and some people use that argument.
But I'm still not inclined to believe we came from monkeys, even though that's easier to swallow than the "fact" that cows and whales are related.
Of course...
Anyway. Enough of that rant.
My dad thinks I might be in a cult.
Or at least dabbling in some kind of forbidden spirituality.
Because there was a test on this awesome personality profile thing I found that compared your personality to the personality you SHOULD have according to your zodiac.
And I already don't believe in that kind of thing. My horoscope is wrong half the time, and if not, why is it that my supposedly "Virgo" older brother is one of the most extraverted people ever? And my "Aquarius" dad one of the least friendly?
So the test showed that I only fit one of five Capricorn requirements. In short, I am the worst excuse for a Capricorn this world has ever seen.
I met a guy yesterday who put a lot of stock in the zodiac, and was like, "Yeah, well, we Libras get along so well."
Only I had to tell him I wasn't a Libra. And he said he never would've pegged me for a Capricorn.
Well, yeah, go figure.
Anyway, I showed my dad, because I found it fascinating...and kind of funny.
But, as usual, he focused on ONE detail rather than the whole picture, the whole picture being that I DON'T BELIEVE IN THE ZODIAC and I'd showed him the test because IT BASICALLY PROVED HOW WRONG IT WAS.
Actually, if it proved anything, it showed what a freak of nature I am.
But my dad decided to focus on the fact that the zodiac itself is "dangerous" and I shouldn't be dabbling in stuff like that.
?????
Ooooooooookay, dad. Thanks once again for listening.
He never actually listens to the stuff I'm telling him, only what he thinks he hears.
Argh. Frustrating.

I've got headaches and back luck, but they couldn't touch you, no

Easter is tomorrow!! It came way faster than it did last year. Same with Christmas. And just about every holiday we've had so far.
But we had Saturday service up in the sanctuary today, which was sort of new and unheard of.
But exciting.
Even more people came than usual.
And when you're standing on stage waiting for the worship portion of the service to start, there's nothing else to do but stare at everyone that comes through the door.
Not to be mean or intimidating.
Just curious.
And some pretty hot guys go to my church. ;)
There was this one guy who walked in that was pretty cute, and tall, which is a plus.
He looked sort of familiar, but I didn't know who he was.
Then, as my dad and I were leaving, we saw this family from Sylvan Way (AKA hell) that we used to know a billion years ago.
And that guy was with them.
....
....
....
....
....
NO WAY!!!!
Turns out it was my best friend from 4th grade.
The one I used to have a crush on.
The one who beat me on every science test because that was the one subject he was better at.
The one I got in a huge argument about evolution with.
The one I haven't seen for FOUR YEARS!!!!
THAT ONE.
So that was surprising. He comes to Saturday night service every so often, but is also checking out another church his parents like.
And he recognized me right away.
My bad.
Ha ha, Nick at Nite.
:O
"Am I a genius or what? It works every time."
What a jerk! Dump him, Anna, dump him!

Karma: Attractive people having ugly babies

But the babies shouldn't be punished for it.
Just their parents.
AAAAAAAGH I was playing with my Princess Diaries Sims and all the teens went to college.
They all looked pretty good for young adult sims, at least pretty normal.
Then Michael Moscovitz got out of the car.
He used to look like this. He's the only one not wearing glasses.

You don't even want to know what he looks like now. Actually, I'd show you, but I don't have a current picture of him.
Speaking of babies, Tyler and I made one together. Her name is Captain and she has black hair, blue eyes, clodhopper feet, and is freakishly tall.
Tyler made her look disgusting.
Great. Our child is a clown.
Even though, seeing as we're cousins, she should have three heads and flippers, so I guess she doesn't look that bad.
Classes for next year! Paul and Kevin are taking English Lit with me, but Amanda is going full time at the college (lame) and Emma is dropping out of band.
So next year has some possible suckage.
Ugh, if any of my teachers mentions the WASL one more time, I'm going to walk out.
THE WASL IS A WASTE OF TIME.
THERE IS NO NEED TO PREPARE.

Wicked, tricksy, false!

You Are a Siamese Cat

You are a very communicative creature. You're eager to express yourself - and do so often. You are very dependent and love attention. You will complain if you are not getting enough affection. Even though you are very loving, you can seem aloof, unpredictable, and stubborn in relationships. A relationship with you takes a lot of patience.

What Breed of Cat Are You?

Mrs. Hamblet would agree.
Double dibs did nothing to help us.
She put us in groups for the McMush lab. My group was all right. At least we got everything done.
"Kung Fu Panda" is so amazing. Po is my role model. Angelina Jolie is not.

You Are a Pilgrim

Like the pilgrims, you've felt persecuted for your beliefs from time to time. You have a strong sense of right and wrong. Your morality sometimes makes you feel out of step with the modern world. You may not go as far as moving across the world, but you still identify with the pilgrims. Well, except for the whole stealing land and killing Indians thing.

Are You a Pilgrim or an Indian?

Happy colors and fashion advice

Fridays are so great. Best day of the week.
I finally took my chocolate to school again and sold almost half my remaining bars.
Progress reports don't come out until next week, but I'm pretty sure I'm passing each class with at least a high B.
WE DIDN'T FAIL THE HISTORY TEST!
Kay wasn't here today and missed the movie about parasitism. :( The bird ate the zits of the mistletoe and then crapped them onto the tree!
No more subtitles. We're so screwed.
Janessa's party is tonight, and I'm pretty pumped.
But there's so much to do.
Ew, gross. I think I'm fighting a losing battle.
In math, we just started STANDARD DEVIATION!! YES! I'm good at this!!
Alexander the Great was a hottie, apparently.
Tie's foot started bleeding all over the carpet when I got home from school.
And that interesting tidbit and the fact that I have nothing else to say means it is, in fact, a Friday.

Sorry, forgot your name

It's really entertaining to type each letter really slow like people who type 5 words a minute.
PIZZA!
There was this GINORMOUS piece of pizza in line today, and I was first in line, so, selfishly, I took it.
And it was the best piece of pizza I'd ever had at school.
Really cheesy, but not too cheesy, with a nicely cooked crust. And greasy, too, like it should be.

Your Pizza Says:

You have simple tastes. You don't like too many things going on with your food. There are a lot of flavors you don't like... or you don't think you like. Pizza Topping You Should Try: Roasted garlic Stay away from: Eggplant pizza

The Pizza Test

I've been hanging out with Ben for 2 weeks and he didn't know my name until today?
Wow. Thanks.
History was a free period. Meaning we were free to discuss owls and Christian Bale as much as we liked.
We're now watching uplifting Disney movies in French, but there aren't any English subtitles, so we're on our own.
We were GOING to watch "La Belle et la Bete", but the French 1 kids were like, "WE'VE SEEN THIS ALREADY!!"
Psh. So we're watching "Sleeping Beauty".
It sucks when you can only garner information from pictures and random words.
Tyler is Britney Spears. He shaved his head and showed up today with a pink wig.
Mrs. Hamblet gave us candy. Because I asked her to. Kay wants to know if I'm God. Or at least a prophet.
Hurray for artificial banana!

Quite the vicious circle there, isn't it?

Why does our football team suck this year?
Well, actually, I know why. Evonne told me.
It's just disheartening.
And, yeah, we're the underdogs of the district.
But when we're forced to play good teams from Olympia and Canada, it's almost like they're mocking us.
Pep band is the best.
If playing sports means I can't be in pep band, forget basketball.
Emma is an abusive boyfriend. Girlfriend. Thing.
Ben is semi-perverted but fun to hang out with.
Yes, we were the ones that threw the gum wrappers in Ed's hair.
But I was the one that threw the hackey sack at Paul.
Our trombones had socks. Robert's said "SHO" every time he put it on.
TECHNO!
Fish is so nasty.
I'm going to ask Mr. Anspach if I can stay in French II after all.
Because if I switched out, I'd miss Janessa's generosity and all the sandwich-pounding, soup-spilling good times at lunch, as well as Matt's OCD smoothies and Kay's semi-pornographic gay manga.
Ugh, my internet is broken. So stupid.
Sarah thinks she lost the piano smackdown. But she really didn't.
Jake is weird. Ugh, Emma shouldn't have to leave. She just got here!
And her mom keeps saying stuff about raising money for Emma to go to California with the band, but they'll be gone by then, so is she lying or...?
Cuz everyone knows.
Amber ripped a hole in the space-time continuum. But Chris is the chosen one and has the power to save us all.
Agh. It was just so weird seeing her. Why, hello. This is awkward. Meet my awkward abusive boyfriend/girlfriend. No, Edward, no!

Disneyland is mine!!

You Are a Chocolate Chip Bagel

You are creative, experimental, and and self-aware. You are a very bohemian person, and you tend to live a strange life. Of all the types, you're the most likely to go for strange food combinations. You tend to have coffee for breakfast. Anything with lots of coffee will do.

What Kind of Bagel Are You?

Closer than whole-wheat.
We had to use all the exercise machines in PE, then do a billion crunches. Oh, my abs. But then Mr. Freeman turned off the lights and some New Age music and and had us "relax" for 8 minutes. It was heavenly.
Mr. Freeman was actually my biggest customer today. He bought 5 chocolate bars and then had me give them to my friends. ? Cool.
Tomorrow is "See You At the Pole" day, and Jessica and I want to ditch PE to go. But Mr. Freeman might not let us.
I've almost sold a whole box of chocolate!! 3 bars left!!!
In science, Tyler was torturing some worms.
So I have a Sims 2 blog. But I haven't started posting yet. There's Youth Band tonight and I have math homework...:O

Disappearing web pages!!

Ditched school again. Ish. My parents let me stay.
So I'm not much of a rebel.

You Are 48% Interesting

Truth be told, you're not the most interesting person in the world. You don't put much effort into expanding your horizons. You're content to stay in your little comfort zone. You tend to get stuck in a rut, and you often bore people who spend time with you. You are predictable and somewhat narcissistic. You're too focused on yourself to see how boring you can be. You have the potential to be an incredibly fascinating person. You just have to be a little more proactive. Shake things up. Try something new. Take a risk. The worst that can happen is that you'll have an amazing story to tell!

Are You Boring or Interesting?

Yeah.
I wonder if you could make money as a snack cake connoisseur.
Hey, I spelled connoisseur right!
Tie and I found a secret trail that leads from a rather scenic neighborhood route straight to the junior high.
Hey, my school is on Wikipedia!
True, the article is only a stub, but it's something.
There's a bigger article on the "best" high school in the district.
"51% of the students at CKHS are male and 49% of the students are female. The teacher-to-student ratio is 1:21. There are 498 sophomores, 454 juniors, and 402 seniors. 1% of the students are Native American, 15% of the students are Asian, 3% of the students are hispanic, 4% of the students are black, and 77% of the students are white."

In 2007, Central Kitsap High school was named in the top high schools in Washington state, academically, in math and science."
So they're pretty racist, but at least they're good at math and science!
Yoodle yoodle yoodle.
"You Can't Fool Owls" has been stuck in my head all week.
Mmm, grapes.

Etre ou etre pas, c'est le question.

Ha ha ha. French is cool.
Would you feel gypped if you bought a big bag of flavored Tootsie Rolls, AND IT DIDN'T HAVE ANY VANILLAS OR LIMES?
They're the only reason I EAT those things!
I was trapped in Yelm all weekend with the Youth Group.
But it ended up being pretty fun.
Except for the bus ride there.
And sleeping in a cabin full of talkative girls, who apparently like being awake for 48 hours with no sleep.
I was awake for 17 hours, and I was irritable.
Gross. Who'd want to eat cornbread saturated with baked beans, coleslaw, and brisket. Narsty.
Band is cool. Except when everyone is ninja kicking each other.
Emma's little brother is an elf. Hahahaha.
Science is actually not so bad. Everyone in the class is sort of a smart aleck, so we drive the teacher nuts. Which isn't good. But that's okay!!
Argh, no free time, no free time.
My mom was freaking out because I have my final drive tomorrow and she doesn't think I'll pass.
Which is pretty comforting.
-_-
So she made me practice parking, which I suck at, and backing around an uneven corner.
Fun fun fun.
But there's always Hostess Cupcakes and hot fudge to cheer me up.
Not together.
That would be indecent...
...but tasty.
We had to cover a ginormous paper bag with pictures that represented different aspects of our personality for English class.
I covered one whole side with pictures of FOB and another with photos of John McCain.
The other kids were not too impressed.
But Mr. Rosendale thinks it's cool that I'm a "Republican" (in the loosest sense of the word), but thinks I'll drop my "parent's values" and find "my own" by senior year.
Well, I might kind of sort of stand for civil unions...
...but you can get your own health care.
And forget mandatory preschool.

What could be better than Designer Week at Ross?

You Are China

You adhere to the ideas of loyalty, honesty, sincerity, and duty. You respect authority and age. You believe in social harmony. You are big and bold. People consider you to be someone with a lot of potential. You are coming into your own right now, and you are figuring out your place in the world.

What Country Are You?

School is AMAZING!!
My life is finally complete!
For the second day at school, a LOT happened.
There are TWO German exchange students at school (not to mention a Korean one, a Mongolian one, and other people from various countries), and I got the name of one of them wrong, so he waited for me after to class in order to correct me.
And I still don't know his name.
We're having a party in English!! Aaaah!! He's bringing music and magazines and glue sticks! We're all making collages!!
French is pretty fun. Mr. Anspach was like, "Anouk, huh? Is that Moroccan?" Um, maybe. We just reviewed concepts like "etre" and "aller" and it's all coming back. Janessa's name is Cosette. Jealous.
Heh, band is too cool. We talked about how students have no rights at all, because police could basically search you if they had an okay, if not shaky, reason.
There are beans involved.
We're starting a science project tomorrow. XP Today, though, we had to interview another person, so I interviewed Tyler.
He told everyone I want to go to WSU to be a lizard veterinarian.
Tony actually took him seriously.
My locker got fixed!! School is so amazing!! Lunch sucks!!
PE is off to an interesting start. The PE teacher made us play a weird variation of "Rock, Paper, Scissors".
PE man: Okay, I'm going to say a word, and you're going to say a word, and then you play Rock, Paper, Scissors. And you have to move.
Kids: What??
PE man: Okay, how you play Rock, Paper, Scissors is....
Kids: No, no, we get THAT part.
PE man: Okay, your first word is DIVORCE!
Kids: ????????????
PE man: Say the next word.
Kids: What's the next word??
PE man: You tell me.
Kids: Depressing?
PE man: GREAT! That word has to do with fitness, you know.
Kids: Right....WHY DO WE HAVE HAVE TO PLAY ROCK, PAPER, SCISSORS?

Everything's dumber in Texas

ALEXIS ISN'T MOVING TO TEXAS!!
Kevin told me as we were walking to math (there was an open house tonight).
Which explains why she's planning on painting her new room.
YAAAAY!
Open House was cool. I met all my teachers, and they seem nice, except for my psycho PE teacher.
He was talking about how aerobics is working out with oxygen.
???????
Don't you ALWAYS use oxygen when you work out?
In fact, aren't you constantly using oxygen EVERY SECOND?
Whatever. He made us run around the gym to prove some point.
He also made a big deal about how 1 OUT OF EVERY 3 PEOPLE IS OBESE!
Well, no. If you want to get technical, 30% of the population is obese, which translates to 3 out of every 10 people, and if you wanted to reduce that fraction, it would be 1 out of every 3.3 people is obese, but it's impossible to have less than a whole person.
But that's not as HARD-HITTING.
Like I said, he's a psycho.
My English teacher is TOO COOL, and I heard from a lot of juniors and seniors that he's the best teacher in school, but he's sort of a hippie. That's okay, though. He seems to really love reading and actually knows what he's talking about.
And as much as I liked (and sometimes didn't like Mrs. Sims), Mr. Rosedale seems more fun to be around. And we'll be watching tons of movies, so that's a plus.
Dang it, I only have one class with Karen. :P
I don't have any classes with Connor??
P Willy, ha ha ha.
My math teacher is so nerdy and awesome. We're going back to the Chicago method - YESSSSS, math will finally make SENSE again. And Mr. Macaras promised to show examples on the board (:D) and explain things thorougly (XD). Cannot wait for school. And school shopping.
History is awesome, too. We'll be doing a lot of projects that involve food and creativity. It's like we're not studying history at all!
My French teacher wasn't there, but his room has paintings that he's done all over the walls, so I won't be stuck with another teacher like I had last year. XP Yeah, only worst class ever.
Aaagh, my science teacher seemed nice, but I still hate science it'll probably be one of my least favorite classes.
There's this girl in my science class that I haven't talked to since 3RD GRADE and her mom somehow knew who I was and kept talking to me, and I was like, "AARGH, I BARELY REMEMBER YOU!!"
And the girl I used to be friends with is all popular and cute now, so I'm not sure if we'll be BFFs like before.
Not that I'm prejudiced.
I just tend not to fare well with people like her.
Agh, but that's shallow.
Maybe she'll help me actually UNDERSTAND science for once.
I'm reading "Eclipse" now and it's boring and sappy as ever. Edward is SUCH a JEEEERK.
Yeah, Jacob is immature.
But Edward is controlling. Ugh. So much worse.

Radda radda radda

Mamma mia, 31 flavors!
Ever been REALLY tired and REALLY PMS-y at the same time?
Yeah, that's a good combo.
I didn't start feeling REALLY tired until science. Oh, how I hate science.
Grades are already supposed to be turned in, but he's making us do a lab and turn in our binders and do boring things.
It's pretty hot outside. It's kind of nice.
So are donuts, which Faxon brought this morning.
MR. VILLIERS CAME BACK! He's visiting for a week, and totally doesn't remember any of our names, but it was so worth it.
But once he's finished visiting, he's going to Korea.
Hello, why don't you come back HERE?
It sucks because I don't want to do driver's ed, but my parents are like, "Well, if you're not doing driver's ed, taking summer school, working, or going to youth group, what WILL you do?"
Um...nothing?
Isn't that the point of summer, since the whole school year was spent doing SOMETHING?
Why not just veg out, chill with my dog, watch summer movies, read billions of books, and socialize with people I already know rather than go out there, make new friends, and LEARN?

Even more cuteness!

Snatching is so much fun. But Sarah got paranoid and was running from me all day.
All I had for lunch was cookies. Tyler had some magically delicious cookies from a pouch, and a cookie that looked like vomit but tasted good, and Sarah gave me an Oreo, and then I ate some Chips Ahoy.
Phew, both English finals were SO easy. Band, Health, and French didn't have a final, and I got a B on the science final, so the only thing I have to worry about is the math final on Friday the 13th. How clever, Mr. Kovacs.
EWWWWWWW we had to watch "Life's Greatest Miracle" today in Health, and we didn't get to the part where the baby comes out, but we had to watch sex from the inside!! You know what I'm talking about, right? Not only that, but we had to look at guys in Speedos, various animals mating, and this guy make out with some random girl on a beach WHERE HE TAKES OFF HER DRESS!!! WHOA!!! WHY ARE WE BEING ALLOWED TO WATCH THIS???
And then we had to take a good look at HIS sexual organ, and then the baby's stump. Not quite a penis or anything else, just a stump.
Connor, Sarah, and I were practically barfing. And we had to watch all this RIGHT AFTER LUNCH. I almost literally tossed my cookies.

Fall Out Boy marathon!

Today in science, rather than write detailed steps of the combustion procedure on a piece of notebook paper, I typed a bunch of Fall Out Boy lyrics on my calculator. Then I realized I don't know that many.
Dad and I ditched first service yesterday and went to Starbucks.
He bought me hot chocolate that tasted like dirty beans.
The whipped cream was good.
Wendy's has the best burgers by far. They're square, juicy, and delicious.
They changed up the Frosty menu, though.
Now it's not just plain old chocolate Frosties. There are Frosty shakes, Twisted Frosties (Frosties in various flavors with various sweet things, such as M&M's and cookie dough mixed in), and VANILLA Frosties!!!
That's just not right.

You Are a Sweet Person

When it comes to snacks, you're more likely to grab some candy than heat up a pizza. There's a good chance you're female (women prefer sweet snacks)... Or at least, you prefer to be in the company of women. Your tastes are simple and predictable. You are young at heart. You tend to crave food you can just grab and eat.

Are You Sweet or Salty?

I hate it when you try to take quizzes and it turns out they want your name and address.
Lemon Lime Stride is THE BEST!
Or maybe it's Orbit.
I have to go check.
DUDE, I'M WRITING A "HARVEST MOON" FANFIC!!! YEAAAH! It's sappy and lame (hey, it's a fanfic), but I'm having fun, and it's not as though anyone's going to read it.
And, despite what Amby thinks, it's not crude, unlike the "Baby Mama Drama" story.
Heh.
Mrs. Sims won't let us watch "Romeo and Juliet" anymore. I wanted to see Mercutio (and Tybalt) die!
So Nathan took us to Coldstone??
That's how I roll.
No, that's what I ordered.
No more track! Janessa, Allie, and I are the only 9th graders that didn't qualify for Districts.
That sucks.
BUt then again...NO MORE TRACK.

Moisturizers and Vitamin E!

WSU is losing to UNC. So sad.
Today was our last basketball game, and we lost (big surprise), so we ended with 2-10. I'm going to miss basketball and everything, even though track is coming up, but I'm not sad about getting away from this team. Some of them players I'd love to play with again, but I'm tired of getting more flak than anyone else for making the same mistakes they're making.
Coach let me start today, though, so that's cool.
Argh, just want school to be OVER. I don't think I can stand 6 hours and 40 more minutes of school tomorrow. The teachers don't actually want to teach us anything, and everyone's going crazy. Who cares about microwaves and light frequency? Who cares about healthy relationships? Who cares about conjugating "faire", dissecting "Lord of the Flies", and normal distributions?
Actually, I care about normal distributions.
Mmm, Bratz fruit snacks are pretty delicious.
Okay, e-mail insists on being totally ridiculous. I haven't read a single e-mail since Tuesday because it's loading so SLOW. It can't even load 2 kilobyte e-mails.
Actually, Spring Break doesn't look fun either because I'll be stuck with my extended family all weekend at the beach. Sure, it's Ocean Shores, but that means driving and bonding and NO SLEEPING IN.
And we're staying till Sunday, so no church.
Someone shoot me.

It's Easter day, let's clap our hands, clap our hands, clap our hands.

Lachlan was singing, so I had to write it down.
"The Final Warning" was VERY disappointing.
Don't get me wrong, Max is as charming and clever as ever, but it got really preachy about global warning, and I got really tired of the whole, "I'm 14 and have faced tougher life challenges than you," thing, and to listen to her complain about not having a stable family wasn't fun, either.
Then the flock members started getting new powers galore!!! Iggy can see and tell colors (even though he's blind!!)!! Nudge can call metal objects to her!! Angel can be adorable at will! Fang can blend in with his surroundings!! And the Gasman can make mega farts!!!
Surprisingly, Max has no new powers.
I don't know, it seems kind of Mary Sue-ish. Something that Christopher Paolini would try to pull off, not James Patterson.
But I've been wrong before.
And I thought there would be resolution, loose ends would be tied, Fang and Max would quit being morons and act like they like each other.
Also, since the Voice turns out NOT to be Jeb (whaaaat? Way to change your mind, James), Total gets REALLY annoying, and the Faxness goes nowhere.
They kiss ONCE. And Max is like, "I like it...NOT!" She runs away and they never speak again.
Then Fang starts hanging out with Brigid, a 21-YEAR-OLD SCIENTIST. 21!!! AND SHE'S HITTING ON HIM!!! THAT IS SO ILLEGAL!!!! Of course, Max is jealous, and starts writing POETRY.
Poetry. *shakes head*
Fang keeps up his lame blog. I'm sorry, but I've never liked it. He even admits to being an emo. The whole dark and brooding thing? Yeah, not so attractive anymore.
And there's going to be a sequel. The ending just SCREAMED for one. Darn. I guess that's cool, but if the next one gets preachy about gun control and the right to choose, I might just self mutilate.

My puppy...let me show you it.

OMG!!! MY DAD SAID WE CAN GET A PUPPY!!!!!
Sure, it won't be till this summer, which most likely means July or early August, BUT STILL!
My mom and I are hoping for either a Pug, or a Chihuahua. Lol. Like Paris Hilton.
There's just something about Chihuahuas in purses.
Argh, I sort of bent my glasses today in basketball; someone hit me in the side of the head with the ball. -_- But I got them fixed at Costco. I guess today was crappy samples day, because who wants melon preserves and lentil soup?
GAME DAY TOMORROW!!!
You should come!!!
Only it's an away game. Scratch that, don't come.
I am not responsible for this next Spirit Week, so DON'T BLAME ME!!
Agh, a new assignment in Health. We have to draw pictures representing the following:
1. The most significant day/event of your life
2. Your greatest achievement in the past year
3. The happiest day/event of your life
4. Something you are good at
5. Something you hope to get better at
6. 3 words you want to be remembered by.
The only one I'm having trouble with is #3. All the things I can think of are superficial and not that important. I was considering "switching churches", but I don't know what I would draw for that.
Yay, we got to color the periodic table in science!!! How pretty.