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I've had the bestest day of my life yo's! Well...no. Not really. Nevermind. I lied. Again. *Yay for short sentices!*

Right so now that we've astablished that I'm a chronic lier *A darn good one mind you!* On to my wonderful day. A day of sunshine, a day of beautiful family time, a day of friends and activites! Wow folks, thats 4 lies in a row! I'm on a roll tonight!

But heres the sad reality which I've said before and I shall say it again, is over rated. What I did with my day is as fallows.

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Thats right. Nothing. Well....nothing of any importance. Well...It's important if your a teacher and want to brain wash half the teenage population *the other half is being smart and is just out doing drugs, not spanish...* Wait...NO! Drugs=BAD, I'm not condoing them!!!!!!!!!! But oh how I hate spanish....... I'm sorry, seems I'm having trouble keeping a consecutive thought. Lets try again, this time with emotion!

Yarg. Yep, that about sums it up. I went to church, agrued with my mom, went to lunch, agrued with my mom, came home, did Algebra for like EVER! Argued with my grandfather because mom was upstares and it would have been rude to yell. Heres the exciting part, I'm trying to learn spanish! Yay! *bangs head against table*

Why am I actually puting forth effort in this subject of evil? (I apoligize if your spanish and I offend you......but come on, your laungauge sucks) (thats not what I ment to say...oh well) Well, its a story that goes a little something like this.

Twas a sucky morning about a forenight ageo. It had raind that morning which has nothing to do with this story but I read too many Sherlock Holmes books and I feel complled to tell you. Ahem, anyhoo, I was mad that morning for reasons I shant disclose to the public for the main fact I can't remember them....But mad I was as I sat in my anyoing seat in second period that is far away from and intelegent people to copy off of! Now what is impressive here is not so much the fact that I was mouthing off, because this mood had made me unusually timid, but the fact that Laura was doing so made my heat scream in glee. This confused McIver as we soon found our selves in the hall way prepairing for battle.

The verbel abuse..I mean "Conversation" goes as fallows. McIver shall be known as Senoreta Death, or SD for short, Laura shall be known as Mis-Get-Us-outo-class, and I shall be known as Virginia, liberator of all stuends in Spanish....Or you know...we can just use our real names.

McIver "I know where all tired but I've been here far more then you have, I arrived at 7 and didn't leave until after the 7th grade basketball game so really I'm here more then you and you have no right to be such a mean and ugly person!" First of all, I had in fact spent more time there then she had, as I stayed until after the 8th grade game and had a student council thing that morning. Second: I don't know why she seems to think she's only talking to one person, two of us are out there.

Me "I know you've been here a lot but really my amount of time at school has nothing to do with the issues I have in your class"

Laura "Yeah your just frustrating when your refuse to help us then make us feel stupid"

McIver "I don't know what do do for you anymore! Believe it or not Teachers don't allways teach! Its up to the student....." Oh no...this will not do at all.

Me "Believe it or not Mrs. McIver I have relized that some teachers don't teach, however your just making excuses on how its our fault that you can't help us."

*Oh heres the good part*

"I teach everything 3 ways! Verbel, book, and in class *thats only two...* You know what the differnce between you girls and the rest of the class is? They relize the've been doing the same thing for 3months!"

Me "EXACTIALLY! Every day the  stuff looks new to me becacuse I'm not retaining anyhting I happen to learn in class!"

McIver "I don't know why your diong that. You must not be trying very hard. There are some people who learn Englihs, some who learn Algebra, very few can do both. I have some students you get it and some who do not, however the majority do understand whats going on. Infact EVERYONE but you two knows whats going on in class.." She was cut off by Ralph.

Ralph "Can I get a drink of water?" McIer "How do you say that in Espanol?" Ralph "I don't know..."

Lets just say I burst into an uncontroable fit of laughter. Laura did also. I later learned he had been standing by the door listening in and was just waiting for such an opratunity.

McIver "When I was in collage I took Algebra and dI didn't understand it! I got a tutor and we spent 30 hrs going over it a week! I had a part time job AND collage PLUSE the tutoring! I STIL GOT A D IN THE CLASS!" Shes crying by the way "I NEVER GAVE UP!"

Me "Look, I'm sorry about your D in Algbra *why is she taking Algebra in collage....?* But I hardly see how that has anything to do with my spanish grade...You see I'm quite good in English and I get alonge okay in Algebra..."

McIver "If you can't see the connection I'm not going to make it for you! Look, once again I don't knwo what to do for you." Well..actually I did see some twisted horrible connection...but I wasn't about to tell her that.

And then she got that look in her eye. The look that only means I'm about to be in a lot of physical/and or emotional agony.

McIver "I know! There are LOTS of guys at the high school who I'm SURE would be willing to come in during your class, take you out in front of EVERYONE one, to tutuor you! Of coarse...If you get your act together I won't have to do that...Other wise I'm making the call."

Thus is the story of how I got out of half an hour of spanish and manged to find my self in a perdicament. *COOL WORD!* You see, if I do not get a good grade on this test tommorow then I will end up having a tutor who will take me away from eveyone and they will mock me. Or not...

Who knows, I'll either get some geeky guy who I can't stand or some hott senor who makes me uncomfortable with my body size. *sigh* Lets just hope I pass this darn test!

Geesh I havn't updated in a while have I?

Bored. As. Heck. I mean I've only been up for like 8hrs but something fun should of happend I tell ya! Sadly it did not and I was foreced to spend my day in my room listening to the sweet melodies of Relient K, and the oh-so-full-of-awesomeness lyrics of Five Iron Frenzy all day. *as you can clearly see, it was difficult for me......not.*

No, in all honosty it is my own doing. For I stayed up until 3 last night doing stuffs...or rather procrastenating about doing the alleged stuff. Anyhoo the point is, I really didn't want to get up. So basicly I didn't. I mean sure, I missed breakfest and lunch but who gives a darn and a old rich ladies hand bag? Not I. I mean, I look foward to staying up so I can sleep in.....Okay it made sense before I typed it out. I swear.

Something completly amazing happend Friday. I actually came home at 2:45. Folks, for the past two months I havn't gotten home before 7:30, yet yesterday I was like everyone else. It sucked. What did I do with my new found hour? Why Algebra homework. *yarg*

The play is over and I'm going to miss it so much. Went off pretty well except for the first show I hit Jimi on the head with the gavel by accident. I was supposed to LOOK like I was hitting him...not actually doing it. By the second show he had a hudge knott on his head. I didn't even try and make it look like I was hitting him then, didn't want to take the chance that I might actually do it.

Went to the cast party thingy afterwords. Had a blast, got home, stayed up until 3, this is what I am now. Pretty darn awesome arn't I?

I still don't have my computer *tear*

Yarg

Derek says that I allways make it out to seem like life is so hard. I hadn't relized that....but if you feel like that your really going to hate my input today. Bummer. Go find someones happier blog dang it! *or you know...stay with me....please.*

So the day began all right...I might or might not of fallen asleep on the bathroom floor.....and I was running a bit late but nothing to big. Then I relized I didn't have my floppy....My floppy disk has my Social Studies essay on it. I need this essay! I can't print it out because the computer with the printer hard drive is in some other town as I wasn't lieing and my dad really did kill it....

Anyhoo lets go back to the scean. I'm late to school, I'm running around franticly trying to find my floppy, trying to boot up this hunk o junk in the process to save it to ANOTHER one just in case, making me even more late. I did finally get it to save on another disk and we were off. I get to school only to relize this essay isn't due until tommorow. Great. Oh lookie there. My floppy is in my backpack...who woulda known?

Exelent begining to a wonderfuly not fun day. Chior my voice cracked which really isn't too surprising considering I suck. Then spanish came along. I don't know what happend. One minunet I'm fine the next I'm freaking out because I don't know what I'm doing. Then she kept saying it was easy and I honost to gosh had no idea what I was doing. I suppose I was most frustrated at the fact that I didn't know what was the problem. I pay attenchion, but I just don't get it.  Yes so I felt like a moron. She then proceeds to assign four more pages as they are "easy points" Great....I  tried to figure it out, I tried to make educated guesses...sadly I ended up writing "YO NO SAY!" A million times *I don't know* Now heres the best part. She decided she wanted to grade them in class. Oh joy! Now I get to be publicly humeleated. Please bell ring!

It did ring. Thank God. The rest of the day went by suckly. I kinda hit Jimis finger in practice with the hammer thing....yeah he liked that a lot. Then I had soup at the bread place with Holly! Yay!

The highlight of my day was loseing the basketball game. We beat this team last week! Apparently our problem was that we don't practiceenough, not the fact he plays morons. I shouldn't of said that....

 

Interlude. Funny thing

I need to update and this is all I"ve got.

Scean: Kristi in a cape during P.E making the Indian war cry.

Jon: Indians don't hae capes Kristi

Me: Of coarse they do Jon, how else would they fly?

Thank you. Have a good day

Fact, adventure, and monster trucks

Font isn't working. Big surprise there. It is offical, my computer died last night. It was fine until Dad decided he wanted to fix it. Oh how I miss it. Until then I shall update from this hunk o junk that sits in my room taking up not so needed space.

This morning began early. Five twenty five early. Way to flippin early. This due to Science Olympaid. I had to be at school at a quarter tell 6 to catch the buss. All in all I'd say it was much more intertaining then I had thought it to be.

Fact: When Rachel tells you that an event is at 3:30 what she is really saying is that its at 11:30. This invovled me running half a mile, in the cold, around a collage campus I didn't know, in 2mins. Now a half a mile isn't bad really. But for someone who's been (AHEM) not following the recomended procedures in P.E it was a wake up call. I was late to the egg drop event. We came in second. *Yay*

Adventure: When Jay walking, it is best to look both ways and make sure you watch for Monster Trucks. I promased Joey I'd go shopping with him *Yes, I know, a guy wanting to shop! GASP!* if he waited for me to get my smoothy. He didn't wait but I somehow Vidhi ended up standing in the slow...slow...line. Joey limps around because he has a screw in his hip that hurts him. *well duh.* Trying to be sneeky about leaving the campuse to get a hat or something we, of coarse, ran accross the streat screaming. Joey somewhat hobbeled accross. Now on the way back from the store we, meaning I, actually waited for the walk signal. Why they have a walk signal is a mystery as apparently it lies and tells you to go at the wrong time...I made it accross only to see Patrick halfway looking back at Joey. Laughing. Joey is about an inch away from a GIGANT Monster truck that is honking its horn so loudly. Joey's doing is best to get past but the guy keeps pulling in front of him. I don't know why I found this so funny, it dosn't really sound like it but man it was great.

On to the compatition! I came in second in egg drop and third in Rhoad scholor. I picked up an extra event around lunch that I had not prepaird for and lets just say things didn't go well. On the way home we had a shawdo puppet contest! Joey is very talented when it comes to this. Cole just made turkeys. *your hand*

Other then getting up early it really was quite enjoyable. I am now very tired though. I now have two purdy meddels I can add to my collection that consists of...how many are there now? *uses fingers to count...* Ah yes. My collection consists of well...two purdy meddels. Nah I have quite a few shiny objects though I really should get into activites that offer more, shuch as trophies!

I opend a box of chockolets, took a bite out of each one, put it back, then remembered I don't like that stuff.

Uh......stuffs?

So I havn't updated recently due to lack in time and lack of computer. Mine is currently dieing a slow painfull death that my father seems to think I am the cause of. Oh my poor misguided father...

So because i have lots of homework and no chance of ever getting it done I'll try to be breif. Recently I've been trying to decided weather or not to quite basketball. Its gotten to the point where I sit there and debate with my self weather or not to call my mom right there and have her talk to coach. I don't want to loose the respect *if I have anyleft* of coach by quitting but I'm loosing it. When I'm there all I can think of is getting home and I freak before each practice. That can't be good. Also being at school for 14 hours isn't a good thing and I have no time to get this crap done. However I have no right to complain as others are doing the exact same thing I am. I fear for all of our soals.

A good friend of mines mother just died. She goes to my school and to my church and I've known her family for ever. I met her when I was 3. We talked about how cool our dress shoes were. I think I've only seen her in a bad mood twice in my entire life. I never asked about her mom though I knew she was sick, I didn't want to pry. I still do'nt know if that was the right thing to do...I didn't want to embarrise her. The really weird thing, She came to school the day her mom died. When Grandmother died the last thing I wanted was to be around all my family so I guess I understand....but this was her mom. That morning I was worried about failing my Algebra quize. When I found out I wasn't so worried anymore. *I still faild it*

Striped Moron *yeah he's still around, I know havn't heard much recently from him!* had Snyder give us a little "chat" about our behavior.....this might invovle a phone call....oh well...I really couldn't care less. I had a fun experence with a substitute teacher the other day. I leaned back in my chair and she freaked, so a few minslater I was showing the guys her reaction when I got a minor infraction for talking. Patrick found this funny and goes 'HAHA Virginia got a minor infrac...oh crap" This because he too was reciveing one. Jon on the other hand was talking up a storm, out of his seat, and still wasn't in trouble. George goes "JON SHOULD GET ONE!!!" Jon's just like "I don't really care..." Which was good because he did get one.

Thus all 3 of us *along with half of the class* recived those pesky little slips.

Oh and Kristi, updating with an update about how your NOT going to update until I do dosn't work. :D

Peace

*INSURT LITTLE PICTURE THING HERE!!!!*

I'm so not eating that!

Last year on Valentines day Mom decided she wanted a theme. A red theme. She only made foods that were red. Lasguana was the main corse last year. My mom is culenary challanged *she can't cook.* The lasguana ended up being crunchy....and had a greenish tent.......and well........it was possibly some of the worst stuff I've had in a long while.

This year, no theme. Shes making Chicken Cassrole and I, for the first time in like forever, am doing Algebra on the table. Mom runs from the kicthen to the living room screaming "DON DON!" I look up from my work, grandfather dosn't. Then I here snips of the conversationg taking place in the other room "Is it bad if................I know that!.........GASP!....Oh crap....."

 Then mom runs from the living room, back past the table, and into the kitchen in a worried heep. I look up a bit worried about dinner, grandfather is yet again unaware of anything other then the homework before him. I hear "Oh crap.......that was venagor...." THen the sounds of running water and a few more words I shall not repete.

Somethings gone wrong again because she runs to my dad in the other room. No Grandfather still hasn't looked up. I hear "YOU PUT WHAT!" I really feel bad for her...It should be this hard for her to cook dinner. "......just put corn starch..that SHOULD help..." Mom returns to the stove only to say "Honey...is it supposed to do this?" She put it in wrong......plane.......with out water.....I'm so going to die from eating this.... "No...its not supposed to fizz....what the???" Now I feel sorry for Dad who got stuck with a girl who can't follow the simplest of recipies. "Well....maybe its the baking soda?"

Crap. Who the heck puts baking soda in cassaroll! I'm dead...so so dead....Dad however is being patient. Perhaps thats in honor of the holiday.

"Hony...Why is there baking soda in that?"

"I uh......thought it was starch....." Nifty...Now I have a volcano for what was at one time supposed to be my dinner....And this Algebra isn't doing its self. It is at this time we finish and Grandfather looks up. He's totally obliviouse to whats been going on and starts telling everyone about a dream he had.....this is while mom and dad are in the kitchen running around trying to save Valentines Day.

All in all I've learned 2 things.

1. Baking Soda is no substitute for Starch

2. Never, I repete never, let mom cook.

 

Boredem to the second power squared

Saturday and I spent it at school. I know it sickens me too. I got up at 7:45 to be at school by 8:30 when our first game was. We beat Eastern! YAY! Thats a county team and there allways hard to beat.

This is when we left to go to taco bell and when we got back we got in a spot of trouble......won't go into that now..........however I must tell you this.

Jon and I were bored so were looking up those code name sights? Where you put in your name and it tells you your code name? Yeah well he got Informer Stallion which is pretty cool. Wana know what I got?

Be prepaird this is great. llogical Hippopotamus.

Kinda describes me don't ya think?

 

1000 BABY

HOLY BALOGNA! The font works! Things just keep getting better and better. I'd like to direct your attenchion to the hit counter in the lower left hand portion of this page. Notice the 4 digit number??? I DID! 1000 all the way! Thats so flippen cool! *calming self down* Right, so I'll try to calm my excitment now....*SO SO SO SO SO COOL!*

I woke up at the wonderful time of 6:45, the time I usually get up, on a normal Friday morning. No such thing as a normal Friday morning, thus, I"m running late. The reason I'm running late is a student council meeting, one that I'm not prepaird for. So its get the basketball stuff, get the cereal ready to eat, get dressed, make my pethedic attempt at hair, then leave prevesously made cereal in out of door effort to arrive on time. Thats about as crazy as my house gets considering theres only 3 of us. *Mom, Dad, Me*

So the student council meeting was a misrable disaster that I will not bore you with, then I fought the locker of doom! Its intersting that my locker got so dirty, in 6th grade I had the cleanest locker ever, any military personal would of been proud. Now, it take 2 people to open it and lean against it to shut it. However I had a plan. First period is chior and on Firdays we get to catch up on all the crap we put off through out the week. I, was going to fight..I mean "Clean" my locker. This involved Kristi laughing while "Trying" To help me get orgenized. So we emptied the contents of the evil thing.

A Algebra book, a launage arts book, another reading book, Science binder, Science Olympaid binder, student council binder, studen council folder, Social studies book, Basket ball bag which included shorts, shoes, shirt, my back pack with my english binder, planner, pincels, then my jacket. I foun 14 pincels and 2 candy cains....Don't know whats up with that....ANYHOO, I THOUGHT I had it all cleaned up.

By Third period it took 4 people to open and close the darn thing.

So after dismissing all my dreams of ever becoming a professional locker cleaner I got on with my day. For the first time in a week I had Algebra homework and it was about that time that I relized that PERHAPS I should have been paying attenchion.....Well thats going to be fun trying to figure that out.

Sadly, I had to decorate for the dance 8th period and couldn't work on my music video *snaps fingers in dissapointed manor* (sarcasium) Funny thing is...I wasn't going to the dance...we'll not really anyway. I've got nothing against Valentines day, just didn't really want to stand around listening to music I didn't really like. HOWEVER I had allready sigend up to do concessions, so I got the first shift and basicly talked to the guys who hung around the concession table waiting for me to get done. And gosh darn it if the person who was supposed to take my spot went missing so Terra broke me out and I recruted a sad little 6th grader to do it. Whatever works I allways say. *I've never said that...*

It was really a tough decision to decided weather or not I should go to the dance or go to drama and help paint walls. However Jon and I had allready decided to go to drama and it was priceless to see the look on Kaseys face when I FINALLY got out of concessions *I think I only did it 5mins..* went over, said hi, then said that we had to go. I proceeded to walk out with Jon. Oh what I would give to know what she said after that.

On the way out of the dance Jon goes "Tell them your parents are here or they won't let us leave" I, not being one to ask questions accepted this answer and sure enough when we left Shook goes asked us where were going "Parents are here" I replied and began walking, "Are they here to pick you up or are you just picking something up?" Jon quickly goes "I'm going home" Well perhaps that wasn't the best thing to say considering were going to be down the hallway and its going to be oh so fun trying to explane why were not at home when he sees us. We turned the corner and began running.

I spent the next hour in a half painting sceanery "Teel" Which is a rather common looking green color. I'm so sick of teel. Though I need to get used to it considering its all over my cloths and will most likly never come out. I had a lot of fun though. We just painted and joked and stuff with this softmore girl I SHOULD know the name of but don't and listend to music. BETTER music then was at the dance yet not quite good....But my poor poor pants......

Jon leaves and I go to clean up then comes in saying "Shook Is right in front of my locker" Oh this is going to be fun.....Luckly Mrs. Renyolds gave us valid excusese and all was well.

Basketball was canceld! YAY!! Thank goodness. Now I"m all ready for tommorows game. 8:30 folks. ON A SATURDAY. I know. Its just wrong.

 

Morning games, horney guys, and things you should never do with lab rats. WARNING!

Stupid font hates me. Hates me so so so much. GUR. Allrighty folks, I'm sure somethings happened but I'm not sure what... Ah yes...Now I remember.

Well I've got my self an egnegma *mystery* Some wear along the line basketball started to not be so much fun. Then it became no fun, now its just tourture. We have 2hr practices that evolve lots of running, 4 games a week which evolve mental beatings by coah, players, pears, and most of all self. And all for what? Well darn it if I don't remember. It's not the work, or the hours, or the running, I can handel all of that. But I'm thinking "Why?" Why am I doing it? Like today, we won by a rather large amount, I scored, and yet...I hated it. Isn't it supposed to be the other way around? You know what, this is stupid. I'm not going to quite, I'm not going to skip practice, so why don't I just shut up and get on with it eh? I know thats what you really want.

Some exelent inside jokes today...however it might be a bit odd, desterbing, and down right confusing if I told you.... Lets just say that leaving anyoing multiple comments in variouse peoples planners is a exelent way to get a laugh. Especially if you put witty, creative things, such as "Derek sold his tie collection on ebay" or "Vidhi has romantic relations with a toaster" Sometimes however, things get out of hand.

One of my personal favorites is "Derek has a very deep relationship with a poster on its celling..." Yes I know. It screams DIRTY! Well...it does if your mind has been perverted from years in assigned seats. Also people, I didn't write that one, *didn't write most of them for that matter* Jon did. Jon oh Jon....how sick your mind is. "Whats on your poster Derek?" I had to ask, simply couldn't be helped. "I modeled for him!" Such a cleaver response from Jon, cleaver and wrong! WRONG WRONG WRONG! I believed he relized what he said soon after saying it...*Really really bad way to write a sentice there folks* and we all died with luaghter. Such a shame the pesky Algebra lesson was so loud! It made it difficult to talk.

Algebra Algebra Algebar...A class I'm struggeling in *this means I have low A* A class that gives too much homework, a class that rymes with Algernon. Algernon is the name of a rat in a sweet little sadly deprssing story intitled "Flowers for Algernon" Algernon is a mouse. Today Joey was doing a monaloge of Charlie *the main charicter* while hinting at sexual refrences toward the mouse. Wrong wrong. Where doI get these friends? Nevermind... I just rememberd I traded Laura to Derek for a erasier in Spanish...I"m just as bad as they are....*it was a yellow erasier*

Play practice was full of surprises. Well.....kinda...more like expected crazness. I do not remember how...but my script ended up on TOP of the band dug out. THIS IS LIKE A 9 FOOT DUG OUT PEOPLE! I can't reach that! Gee who can....Oh yes... Jon. Wonder who put it up there.....Jon. I did manage to get it down seeing as he had the forthought to put it low so I could stand on a chair and jump.

Tis really a shame I didn't have that thought. No, he's just went up. Far up I might add. And it just might have gone up in the middle of a scean.....that we were supposed to be quiet during... And Jon MIGHT of climbed the unsteady wooden wall leaning agaist the cage. Was a good idea but I kept thinking "IF he dies I'm going to be blamed...." Probably not what you should think when a friend is climbing a shakey board...

So the FBI dudes came in today and made us take a "Standerized test" *insurt scary music here* Only not all of us had to take it...it was "Randome" Pfft. I hate randome. I allways end up taking it. And low and behold I end up with the 2hr Math test! Yay for me!...oh thats pathedic. HOWEVER! I got out of spanish! OH YEAH! ITS YOUR BIRTHDAY OH YEAH!!!! Sereosly, that made my day. Not having spanish. There is a God after all.

Apparently I'm not bigger then it

Apparently taking time off to sleep isn't allowed for Kristi gets tired of reading about the party. Heck I"m suprised she reads this thing at all. I have trouble reading it as it reeks of boredem and I wrote it!

Though I try very hard not to get caought up in this anoying hormone induced crap that teenagers seem to be so inclinded to get into, seems it is unenevitable. Gurr, it sucks just to type it. I feel cheep. Yet this darn thing called pride gets in the way and makes it difficult to just say "It's okay, my fault" Pride seems to be an problem in many ways, allways getting you into more trouble or preventing you from getting out of it.

And here is the part where I will show you what the above rambel is about. Yesterday we had a pep rally, really very amusing compaird to the dull drun of a nomal one and Kristi began to cheer. Not too surprising considering thats the point of a pep rally. Now here is where things get confusing. Mrs. Jonson for some unknown reason thinks that Kristi's cheering is harmfull compaird to everyone elses...I will clearly state that was dumb and I have no idea what what Mrs. Jonsons deal was. She threatened to write Kristi up if she continued to do whatever it was she was doing. THIS is the part that frustrated me. Kristi begens to argue with Mrs. Johnson, expressing her views that she dosn't think its right she's singeled out and punished for just showing school spirt. *thats fancy talk for saying she got mad and began yelling* Saying that its dumb to get written up for showing school spirt. Well I agree with that, I don't understand why she was in trouble, BUT Kristi at this point wasn't in trouble, only a warning. However if you were watching the scean you could tell she was about to dig her self in.

Pride. Kristi is so flippin full of it. Thats great and all, if your in war.....This is a peprally and its Mrs. Jonson. Kristi DID end up getting written up because she argued. I don't have a problem with that. I don't agree with that but she got her self into it. I have a problem when she goes around saying she got written up for cheering. Cheering BEGAN the problem, but in the end is not what got her in trouble. Kristi fights for what she believes which is a great quality, only so is knowing when to draw the line. She dosn't have as much of that as she does pride, shame to other wise there wouldn't be a teacher that could get past her.

Anyhoo the point being I told her on more then one occassion to either "shut up" or to "Chill" and this teed her off. I didn't really respond to it though thinking "Well...she just needs to get over it" I think I might have made things worse because she thinks I don't notice it when she feels down. Which isn't true but I would have only made things worse if I had said something. I know they all feel like they can't say anything around me or I'll go all "Goody goody" on them and its probably true. Now this is were my pride comes in.

Well doy I'm going to say something if your gossiping and talking behind peoples back. I'm sorry but that just isn't right, nothing personal I don't care if its my best friend or someone I really dislike, I'm going to say the same thing. And maybe if getting mad at me does the trick and you relize that maybe theres something wrong with what your saying, I'll let you get mad at me. *That is refuring to wrong doing against other people, not aruging with teachers.*

After saying this I feel it my deauty to inform you that I've recently been in trouble durning Spanish. I know its my own fault for not paying enough attenchion but gosh darn it! I just don't get it!

 

OH and HAPPY FAT TUESDAY!!!! If your in the part of the country that celebrates that. Here in Indiana we don't much. However I'll let you know I'm having my share of Ice Cream before I give it up tomarow for Lent. Wish me luck!

Parties, washing macheens, and pure undeianable abilite to put off the things you need to get done.

I, being the party animal I am, would never dream of turning down the invitation to go to one. So I put on my party outfit *same thing I wear everyday, jeens a t-shirt* Did my hair extra special *poney tail* And went to look for the perfect card, a moneky that was fuzzy. It was dumb, commerical, oddly cute, made no sense what so ever, and yes, it was fuzzy. I thought it matched Kelly perfectly.

I was ready to party hard.

*I inturupte my regurly schudeled thought process to bring you this news bulleton, I am currently eating a grape blow pop, Thank you, that is all*

I arrived at the scean of the party only to be silly stringed, in my face. Oh how I love parties, the over welming pleasure I get of slowly removing silly string from my hair. So began the ballon fight and the bad rap music and other such activities that occure at parties. There was a rather amusing incident in wich I used a strip of wrapping paper to hand cuff Jimi however in the process of getting his hands behind his back he got stuck so he had this wrapping paper chain dangerously close to his uh......sinsitve area for quite a while. Needless to say I laughed so hard I began to cry.

Remeber that T-shirt I'm wearing? It happends to be my softball shirt and there happens to be a gril from my softball team there.....she's seen me 3 times sense last summer and I think I've been wearing that shirt every time. Owe. HOWEVER they had this little joke on the team that I would never have a boyfriend *don't know why, I'm prettier then they are, just because I don't act like a slu....* Anyhoo, I did at that time actually. It just happend to be Jimi......Oh how I love irony. Kayla *the girl from the softball team* Tired SO hard all during the party to hang out with Jimi, yep, my ex. The one I had. Hehe. I love it when that happens. She even had her friend fallow the two of them around with a camra so she could get pictures with him. I told him he should autograph one for her. Yet another perk of this party.

All in all though it wasn't an great night. I had fun and the party didn't suck or anything but it just wasn't my crowd. Wasn't NOT my crowd I just don't know. Don't get me wrong, I had fun, just I think I could of had more. My afternoon however rocked.

It consisted of me sitting in the middle of a pile of cloths that might or might not have been dirty while doing my own little pretned drum solo to Relient K, while duck taping a shoe box. I have no idea WHY I had so much fun doing this but I did. I also red 100pages of my libary book just to get it done so I wouldn't have to call the lady and renew it. Mom says that pathedic, she's probably right. She also says I have a duck tape problem but she over reactes.

Mom asked dad to get started on the laundry while we were at church so I'd have time to do mine. He was told not to touch mine. Yet here I sit with my newly washed Laundry next to me...on the floor....Maybe I don't take the best care of my cloths...So he wasn't supposed to wash them....Oh well far be for me to stop him from doing my job. This works quite nicly for me. :D

Just one of those days

THE FONT IS BACK! It may have been back for a while now but I didn't notice. Right so yesterday I didn't update due to the pure fact that I was too lazy to do so.

Right so yesterday was uh.......sucky? I decided to wear this pare of pants with a whole in them THINKING I could patch it up...with duck tape...I don't know it made sense before I actually tried. Then I just though "What the heck am I doing!" However by this time I was allready late so I went to school with the hole. I arrive at school only to find out it seems ALL of my friends decided to sleep in. Great.

Add to this 50+ math problems and you ahve my firs 10secs at school. About half way into first period I am informed that apparently Toni had lice, she then gave it to Broke. Bummer for Broke. Wait a minunet....Wasn't Broke at the basketball game? Crap now I have to get check. Well I and the rest of the basketball team.

So lets recap. Me, at school, early, with none of my homework done, hole in my pants, no friends, and now I might have lice. *EW* Now come on who wouldn't want to be me!? Any takers....No? Allright then.

By Third period everyone who thinks they MIGHT have lice is scratching there head because your fine until someone tells you then you begin to imagen things. It was quite entertaing to watch some of the girls go crazy but I think poor Broke will be forever shunned.

Now today nothing incredible intersting happend other then I found out some very desterbing things about Jimi.......Very desturbing *shiver*

My vow to be the procrastenator I know I can be. We must all amount to something after all.

So I still can't get the font to work. Something will have to be done about that later. For now avoiding the never end of Algebra homework shall be enough.

The day began wonderfully. Kristi had taken the mockings of Jon and I going out to a whole new level. She made "invitations" to our wedding. About 30 of them, and posted them on peoples locker. This will not do at all. She had though our threats were empty, thought we had nothing up our sleeves, she was wrong, oh so wrong.

Jon and I had actually been planning this for quite a while, only the first schudeled date I chickend out. However I was put in a position where it would be impossible for me to do so this time. You see, I recieved information on the combenation to Kristi's locker. How I recieved this information shall remain unknown for not all mysteries are ment to be revieled. Infact... I'll let you just wonder about the "hows" and the "whens" I want to revel in this for as long as possible. However some explenation should be known for those of you who were not present.

We "cleaned" our Kristi's locker. This meaning we took EVERYTHING out of it and moved it to another location. Everything, books, papers, posters, the whole bit. Watching her open her locker was quite amusing. Jimi comentated "She's approching the subject...entering combenation.....wait...hold on...she's entered the wrong combenation...here we go.....HAHAAH" The last part do to the fact that after opening it all that greated Kristi was an invitation. All and all she took it rather well, though I did become a bit worried when Jon faild to show up and I thought I'd have to explane WHY all of her stuff was missing and why I couldn't give it back. However he came and all was well. More the well, gloriouse.

And now I have Algebra, lots and lots of Algebra. No I do not want to do it yet I must. Somehow Jimi made it so not matter what he could do his homework durning play, even if he was needed in a scean. If only I had those answers........

I missed the non fight at lunch today. I did try to sneak out of the caffitera on more the one occassion and was even successful a few times. However it is truly sad how pathedic both guys our. DING, in the left corner we have Keven From the Hood. Keven enjoys talking trash, sucking at basketball, and convicning him self he's black. In the Right Cornner we have Julian the walking pit of groose. Julian enjoys making numerouse death threats, having low self asteem, and avoiding good hygeen. Neither can fight and lets just say I didn't miss much.

*so much Algebra....I really should do that....MUST RESIST*

We had a 2hr practice today. I actually did rather well. Perhaps I'm FINALLY reaching the level I was at durning the begining of the season! Seems I get worse threw out the thing. Maybe it was jsut a bad week, I'll never know. I must remember my elements for a failing grade dosn't make the teacher happy, and oh how that Algebra wants to steel my soal...It's calling me......

Remember me as I was, not as I will die, slumped over an Algebra book with drool coming from my mouth.

 

Why come up with subjects when you can just wing it?

On a sad note...I miss my orange soda...miss it dearly...I long for it....though I have relized, due in part to assigned seating, that perhaps it is best if not all the water in the world was replaced with orange soda...Deliciouse it would be, oh so good...but you'd turn orange and thats yucky. Unless your allready orange...if so no offance to you, I've sure the color looks lovly with your hair.

On a confused note...why does the font hate me so? THIS IS SUPPOSED TO BE COMIC SANS! Yes didn't think I'd notice did you? Well I have news for you, the font happens to be a BIG part of what I happen to notice. With Comic Sans its classy yet creative, as you read the words just fly by. With out it I've lost all feel to my blog, I no longer know what I will do.............So I suppose I'll do what I do best, *no not eat...though some orange soda would be nice right about now...* I'll rambel!

Sadly suddenly I lack the uh.......whatever it is you need to rambel. *I'm not spelling that right am I?* Anyhoo, sense now everyone and there cousin seem to have the link to this thing I must watch what I say, something I'm horrible at. And no more quotes from Dr. Seuse. I must refrain from saying things that others have said as they mostlikly are reading this also and won't find it as funny when others think I came up with it... I say LET THE PEOPLE THINK FOR THEM SELVES....then I'll run and hide. However I might be able to take them on..it depends how big they are..........so if I take your stuff and you get angry its a fight to the death. Sorry but thats how it has to go down.

I managed to misuse my time rather expertly today. Allday planning on going to Play practice, then suddenly changing my mind to go to basketball, this could be due to the fact that he said if we didn't show up we would be expected to turn in our jerseys...He was most likly bluffing but everyone showed anyway. Then finding out they over booked the gyms and we were just reviewing plays on the board. Well geewes *don't ask* I could have actually DONE something at play! Like..oh I don't know....figure out what the heck I'm doing? I hear that in the big leauges people actually know that sort of thing. Personaly I think its over rated.

Somehow I managed to sign BACK up for Academic Team after successfully missing 6 practices. I know I'm a weak minded girl. Why is it that the one thing I don't really want to do is actually begging me to do it but the others all decided to hold practice on the same day? Heck A Team is where its at! There schudling practices around MY schudel! I'm like a *in Joey's words* a celeb!

Good gosh this is boring. Why do you people read this? We'll if your eyeballs fal out of their sockets from lack of entertainment don't sue me. I gave you fair warning.

Oh and people actually ARE reading this! Or at least going to the page, its all the same to me. Notice the hit counter actually going up? *I did!*....*I guess you figured that out...*