Thursday, April 2, 2009
Following People
This is a creeper title. Please ignore it.
How do you follow people???
Because I want to follow all of you (mmm...) but I don't know how!!!
It's really depressing--someone please tell me!!
Also, there's this lip piercing/nose piercing video that's really cool to watch on youtube, only I don't know what Rachel typed in to find it, but that's ok
How do you follow people???
Because I want to follow all of you (mmm...) but I don't know how!!!
It's really depressing--someone please tell me!!
Also, there's this lip piercing/nose piercing video that's really cool to watch on youtube, only I don't know what Rachel typed in to find it, but that's ok
Sorry Frances!!!
Ok, so, yesterday, or some day this week (i actually can't remember, isn't that extremely sad?) I had to sit by myself in English. See, our English class is situated so that all our friends can't squeeze into the number of seats between one clump and another clump of other people, so one of us always has to sit by theirself (I know this is confusing, it doesn't really matter anyways) so, some day this week I had to sit by myself and Frances came and sat next to me. but then today, Frances came in late so she had to sit by herself--only I didn't notice until the class had already begun and there was no way that I could go and sit with her!! So, she ended up looking lonely all class, and i felt bad because I didn't save her from the fate she'd saved me from the few days before!!! It was horrible. And Frances really knows how to look sad too--i dont know if she (or you, if your reading this Frances) was doing it on purpose--but omg i felt so bad!!!
Anyways, this is a little incoherent due to interruptions of Grace's funny quotes from math, and a game of knots, but just thought I'd elaborate on my jerkiness. Sorry Frances!!!
Anyways, this is a little incoherent due to interruptions of Grace's funny quotes from math, and a game of knots, but just thought I'd elaborate on my jerkiness. Sorry Frances!!!
Wednesday, April 1, 2009
My Watchband
Because watchbands are a necessity of any post.
And because I don't think my mom's here yet.
Ok, so I got my watch about two years ago in Switzerland. this is actually an epic story--and it's legitimately true, even though I can't spell that word. See, I really wanted a swatz watch, but I already had a watch so my dad didn't let me get another one until the very last minute when we saw them at this booth in the airport and they were going for really cheap. So we got one--it's a tweetybird watch with little sparkles all around the face and a little heart in the middle, and the cool thing was--it had this awesome (still has) cloth band for my wrist, with tweety bird in his various poses all over it, coupled with hearts (which is really weird, if you think about it, because isn't tweety bird a boy? talk about emasculating) anyways, I think that's the right word. So then I started running. And so the stupid little sweatband kept on getting sweatier and sweatier until you could hardly see tweety bird and it was disgusting. I am sure you're recoiling from your screen at this very moment. Well, we went back to Switzerland (no i am not a freak, i swear to god, we just stalk swiss people, i mean, everyone has to do that once in their life, might as well get it over with at any early age, right?) so, we were over in Switzerland stalking Swiss people, cuz, you know, they make like, awesome coocoo clocks, and we saw this swatz watch place and we were like 'hey! A way to get rid of that smelly old watch band!' so we went in, and asked for a replacement, because the swiss are so cool their change the watch band for you, at least, that's what they're sign said. but actually, the lady couldn't do it! she didn't have any more tweety bird watchbands, and apparently picking out another watchband for the watch just wouldn't work (i never did find out why, but I think it's because she was one of those German speaking Swiss ladies, and Germans are of course, heriditarily unhelpful--JK!! I'm part German, well, French, but apparently we're related to Constantine, so he's kinda a three-in-one deal right?) anyways, so, as I was saying, we couldn't get a replacement for this stupid watchband because the lady was being all german about it, so we couldn't get a replacement and it's still smelly to this very day! In fact, getting smellier with each track practice I participate in (because I always forget to take it off) so this entire post has really (I know, surprise, it's like subliminal messaging) been an argument against my doing track, something that every good thing should be (meaning, every good thing should end in an argument against me doing track) because I really don't like doing track, and I think that if every good thing ended with an argument against it, then I wouldn't have to do it any more!! And that would make them even... gooder!
And because I don't think my mom's here yet.
Ok, so I got my watch about two years ago in Switzerland. this is actually an epic story--and it's legitimately true, even though I can't spell that word. See, I really wanted a swatz watch, but I already had a watch so my dad didn't let me get another one until the very last minute when we saw them at this booth in the airport and they were going for really cheap. So we got one--it's a tweetybird watch with little sparkles all around the face and a little heart in the middle, and the cool thing was--it had this awesome (still has) cloth band for my wrist, with tweety bird in his various poses all over it, coupled with hearts (which is really weird, if you think about it, because isn't tweety bird a boy? talk about emasculating) anyways, I think that's the right word. So then I started running. And so the stupid little sweatband kept on getting sweatier and sweatier until you could hardly see tweety bird and it was disgusting. I am sure you're recoiling from your screen at this very moment. Well, we went back to Switzerland (no i am not a freak, i swear to god, we just stalk swiss people, i mean, everyone has to do that once in their life, might as well get it over with at any early age, right?) so, we were over in Switzerland stalking Swiss people, cuz, you know, they make like, awesome coocoo clocks, and we saw this swatz watch place and we were like 'hey! A way to get rid of that smelly old watch band!' so we went in, and asked for a replacement, because the swiss are so cool their change the watch band for you, at least, that's what they're sign said. but actually, the lady couldn't do it! she didn't have any more tweety bird watchbands, and apparently picking out another watchband for the watch just wouldn't work (i never did find out why, but I think it's because she was one of those German speaking Swiss ladies, and Germans are of course, heriditarily unhelpful--JK!! I'm part German, well, French, but apparently we're related to Constantine, so he's kinda a three-in-one deal right?) anyways, so, as I was saying, we couldn't get a replacement for this stupid watchband because the lady was being all german about it, so we couldn't get a replacement and it's still smelly to this very day! In fact, getting smellier with each track practice I participate in (because I always forget to take it off) so this entire post has really (I know, surprise, it's like subliminal messaging) been an argument against my doing track, something that every good thing should be (meaning, every good thing should end in an argument against me doing track) because I really don't like doing track, and I think that if every good thing ended with an argument against it, then I wouldn't have to do it any more!! And that would make them even... gooder!
Chem Guy!
This is CHEMGUY.Ok, so my Chemistry teacher, who is really awesome, has kind of given up on teaching my class, because no one really listens to her, so instead we watch these videos off of youtube called ChemGuy! He's this guy, and he lives in his basement in front of a whiteboard and a potted plant--and the really creepy thing is, he doesn't change his shirt! Like, it goes from episode to episode, right? Like, ChemGuy and Molecular Compounds! Or, ChemGuy and the Incredible World of ThermoEnergy! but in each one of them... he's always wearing this travel shirt with checkers all over it. It's kind of brownish and rumpled... matches his slightly-balding hair. Anyways, this guy talks in the exact same voice that Monique uses (again with the Monique--why do we always end up blogging about Monique? I mean, besides the fact that she's awesome... but she's probably getting pretty creeped out by now) anyways, he uses the exact same voice she uses for reading her chemistry problems out loud. And I'm not a stalker, I only know that because she's sitting here right next to me doing them. Anyways, i thought it would be interesting to note--ChemGuy is the official stereotypical creepy scientist dude. You should look him up on youtube--he's awesome!! And the thing is, he's actually really good at explaining stuff (sadly enough, I actually try to pay attention--i'm that desperate) and all through the show (which lasts about five minutes) everyones making bets as to how many Star Trek convensions this guys been to. It's pretty exciting.
Monique's Phone
Monique's phone is awesome, unlike mine, it doesn't run out of batteries right when I'm trying to call my mom so I can get picked up!!! Gr... also, it has that fun game where you push that ball down that shaft and try and not get it stuck in spikes--best game ever. Anyways, in conclusion, Monique's phone is awesome, so... yeah!!
My second post!!!
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My second post!!!
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My First Actual Post!!!!
I have absolutely nothing to write about! But this is my first offical post, I suppose, since the other ones were kinda practice. Anyways, I've just been looking at these really cute pictures from Monique--they were so ADORIBLE!! So bug her so she can forward them to you. (or dont bug her, but they really were cute). Anyways, and also, my math test got postponed and my latin test got postponed indefinitely (which is even better!) although everyone reading this will probably already know that (not that anyone is going to read this).
Let's see... what else? hm... my phone died, and got out of batteries... um... oh! Shelby Dover's phone has the coolest little game--you pop bubbles.
Anyways, I'll see y'all tomorrow I guess... blogs are, as I said before, only exciting when exciting things happen to you, and nothing ever happens to me! Only now my wrist hurts from writing so much (not much, but still, carple tunnel comes on surprisingly fast for some people) anyways...
Oh! Did I tell you--that actually happened to my aunt? She got sitting-at-computer syndrome and had to get all taped up into her correct position again by a doctor because she couldn't get out of her slouch.
Anyways. I'm going to New York in nine days! Only five more school days... (is that right) before Easter Break!!! But I hope my parents will let us celebrate easter early--we still go and look for eggs on easter cuz the eggs are so fun to find and we all like the candy inside (the easter bunny always gives us what we like).
Also, do y'all have that weird home page in your school email--it's at the very top of the right side, and you go there and get this organized website thing--it's kinda creepy. Anyways... yeah, Monique and me have it, so y'all should definitely join the club of having weird, nonsensical stuff on your emails. Also--do y'all get spammed by Speeddate? (if you don't, then this is really embarrassing)
Anyways, see y'all tomorrow (I guess Thursday) although I suppose I shouldn't address this to people I know--I suppose by some weird chance I might have picked up a cyber-stalker or whatever they're called. Besides Brian of course. (and Rebecca... beware the asian)... great, now someone's going to sue me for being racially unfeeling. Sorry!!
See y'all!!
Let's see... what else? hm... my phone died, and got out of batteries... um... oh! Shelby Dover's phone has the coolest little game--you pop bubbles.
Anyways, I'll see y'all tomorrow I guess... blogs are, as I said before, only exciting when exciting things happen to you, and nothing ever happens to me! Only now my wrist hurts from writing so much (not much, but still, carple tunnel comes on surprisingly fast for some people) anyways...
Oh! Did I tell you--that actually happened to my aunt? She got sitting-at-computer syndrome and had to get all taped up into her correct position again by a doctor because she couldn't get out of her slouch.
Anyways. I'm going to New York in nine days! Only five more school days... (is that right) before Easter Break!!! But I hope my parents will let us celebrate easter early--we still go and look for eggs on easter cuz the eggs are so fun to find and we all like the candy inside (the easter bunny always gives us what we like).
Also, do y'all have that weird home page in your school email--it's at the very top of the right side, and you go there and get this organized website thing--it's kinda creepy. Anyways... yeah, Monique and me have it, so y'all should definitely join the club of having weird, nonsensical stuff on your emails. Also--do y'all get spammed by Speeddate? (if you don't, then this is really embarrassing)
Anyways, see y'all tomorrow (I guess Thursday) although I suppose I shouldn't address this to people I know--I suppose by some weird chance I might have picked up a cyber-stalker or whatever they're called. Besides Brian of course. (and Rebecca... beware the asian)... great, now someone's going to sue me for being racially unfeeling. Sorry!!
See y'all!!
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