Shawargal.

Now, before we move onto yesterday, I'd like to tell you all my parents are crazy. I'll explane that later. If I remember...if I forget then I won't explane because I won't remember....yep.

Yesterday!

Dustin had a mini pair of sunglasses that he put around a face he drew on his thumb. I will forever have nightmeres of the dancing thumb man.

Jon thought it would be a good joke to hand me a copy of "Working Mother" Magazeen. I thought it was funnier when I handed it back to him saying he needed it more.

In science we talked about the birds on some island, and how no one really knew how they got there. I don't know why anyone would care...but I came up with a few therories. They all tie into the illegal bird trade.

Tis a dangerouse trade made up of bird dealers who sell them to the old ladys of the island. Becasue as we all know, old ladys like bird.

The danger of the ILLEGAL BIRD TRADE! *I like capotils* Is that sometimes the old ladys get rough, and turn on the bird dealers. They attack, using their cains to hit the dealers in the head and their hearing aids to communicate with one another. They train their birds to peck out the eyeballs of any dealer using a slow, painful, blood technique.

Or maybe all the birds got to gether, decided they didn't like the social system of their home country and feld to America...I mean to the island of their choice.

Don't you love learing about evolution? *No old ladies/birds/dealers, were harmed in the making of this section*

Apparently, the human is loosing their pinky. This is really a shame as I am quite fond of mine. It lets me uh...and then theres...heck, its useless, might as well cut it off now.

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Thats all I remember from yesterday. Exciting I know. Not everyone can be as incredible awesome as I.

Kasey wore my trade mark shirt for tracktoady. Perhaps it will let her have my incredible superpowers of procrastenating and homework avoidance!

NO! I do NOT have to do my student council/English presentation/social studies project! TIS A LIE THEY TOLD YOU!

Yep, it's good to know I'm on top of things, what with it being so close to the end of the year and all. I can't imagen what things will be like after hte next 13ish Days. And because I can't imagen, its not going to happen.

Yep. Time is going to stop....now.

Well, the clock is still going, so maybe it will stop...now.

I'll update you with timestoping news at a later date...only it will be the same date then....speaking of dates, I've never been on one!

Heh, thats a lie.

But so is the fact that I was attacked by a chipmunk, but people believe that. Show a few people an old scar and they'll believe anything.

This post isn't all that long..I'm just obsessed with the space bar, just be glad I use complete sentances insted of that anyoing internet speak.

Free physicals tonight, I will not be getting one. I know I'm not physically fit, I don't need no stinkin doctor to tell me that!

Heh, thats a lie to. I'm not going because I'd have to go the docotor dude anyway, so might as well save my self *meaning my warlord of a mother* a trip.

Speaking of my mother, she's currently angered by me. No, my grades are fine, No, my room is no messier then usual, No, I don't hang out with the wrong crowd, No, I am not avoiding her, No, I am invovled in plenty of school activities. Yes, I bring in my dishes, Yes, I do my homework *eventually...* No, I have not missed a day of school.

Why is she mad then?

I was sitting wrong.

"Virginia, you need to sit up"

"Virginia, your so slouched over!"

"I'm sending to polishing school!"

"Virginia, your old enough to sit like an adult!"

Heh, I liked that one, even laughed, but that made her madder. Old people are adults, and they ALL slouch. I'd like to see my mom try to correct one of them. Maybe they'd unleashe there kung-fu cain skills upon her dyed hair. *Woops, not supposed to tell people about that...*

You see? I'm not mature, I'm not an adult. How can I possibly sit like one!? Tis perposterouse! *sp?*

Then the father yelled at me for...doing laundry? *sigh* Why can't I get in trouble for ordenary things like drug dealing or mouthing off or fighting or you know, something actually wrong?

Yesterday I think I forgot to tell you that Chase is in my anti-drug group in Health. Something tells me he isn't going to be pulling his weight.

Me: Its a striver

Laura: A "Striver"?

Me: Uh...yeah...I couldn't decided between "stream" and "river"

Laura: I know how you feel.