I freaked and claimd the dead plant WASN'T my fault, and it was like that when I found it....
Not the best alibi.
However, the reason she asked was not the wilting plant in the backyard (which so isn't my fault) but rather the old lady watching the dogs claimd I only came down the second week.
However she smoked in the house so I got off the hook.
Saved by the makers of tobacco. Ironic, I know.
Though so is my life.
Well, seeing as I'm the only one awake at the moment, and seeing as I plan on staying this way, I shall tell you of my time at Kasey's birthday party as it is minutly entertaining. I'd also ask you to forgive all the typo's from yesterdays thing.
As I am lazy I will not be bothering to fix them, your lucky I eve botherd to bring it up. :)
Well, I arrived, and soon found out that her little sister, Hannah, was on a softball team I used to be on. So, for a breif moment, we were on friendly terms.
Oh, how that changes.
There was a lot of jumping on her trampeling going on, so we were out there quite a bit. You know the safty lables on that thing are really rather over protective.
"Only 1 person at time! No Flipping! DO NOT LAND ON NECK!"
Really, that last one seems like its going a bit far to me.
This guy on a moped went by somewhere around 57 times. So, I, as any proper young lady would do, yelled "HEY SEXY!"
Only, seeing as I'm an only child, I wasn't really paying attention to the fact that a 9 year old was there.
We do the present opening thing, and in the middle of it all, Hannah yells, "Mommy! Virginia called a boy sexy!"
Oh my, that was a bit embaressing.
We did as all girls do at sleepovers and held cage battles. I was the champinion until Kassie sat on my head.
That was unpleasent.
Had to get Red Bull. Had to get Toliet Paper. The solution? The VILLAGE PANTY!
Kristi danced around the store singing the toliet paper song, I acted like her english mother, and then we danced in the parking lot.
Seems you don't even need to consume Red Bull for it to have an effect.
Around 4, we had the great pixi stick war of 05. This somehow gave Kasey and Kristi the idea to dump the remander, or, what Alysssa wasn't hiding, down the tolit to see if it changed the water pretty colors.
It did.
11p.m Alyssa- You know, these pixi stiks arn't very good.
Me: Yeah, there off brand.
4:23a.m, 50 stiks later Alyssa- You know, these are starting to tast really good.
It stormed a bit around 4, and was still raining slightly by 5.
So we went out on the trampeleen. The first 20mins were spent trying to stay off the wet nasty thing by not falling.
The last part was spent sliding across it.
But in the end, we managed to do an all nighter. Welcoming the morning by way of trampeleen is quite the experence.
Kasey fell asleep around 6:30, and was like that when I left.
One very welcomed shower and three hours of sleeping through a storm later I'm here. Writing this. Why? No one knows. Will I stop?
Yes. :)
In horon of Sunday, I decided I'd drag my butt out of bed and go to church.
It was only after I sat down in the pew that I rememberd I despied church. I rersisted an attempt to run for it, and boy am I glad I did.
"God made fish, God made Fish, God made Fish, fish go swish!"
Yes, Ladeis and gentelmen, all has become clear to me. It is clear that the fish is a metaphore for todays socity, and swish is standing for all the time we wast as....*continues on in same mannor*
Or you know, not.
Spiky hair, I don't know if you remember her, I've talked about her, I suggest you look her up. Anyhoo, Spikyhair tried her darndest to sing a song and all in all, it was not her finest hour.
Then the older little people got up and began to sing "Joy Joy Joy" or whatever the name of that song is. However, because they are young and thing there all that, they did the 'remix'.
I was disapointed when 6year olds prooved unable to brake dance. They did however, jump everynow and then.
Well, some of them jumped. Others where too 'cool'to jump, so, they were, 'joyless'.
My arch nemises, Megan, *Says in evil voice* graced us with her untalented presence *I really hope she never reads this* however I was forced to look at her wearing a miniskirt and a shirt that didn't quite cover her stomach.
Though I also had the shirt difficulty today, was a bit worried about that. However four differnt old people said it was a lovly outfit...so it must not of been to riskay.
Then, things got scary. Two words for you.
DEMONIC PUPPETS!
I think that explains that, if you catch my drift. Giant mouths, vains poping up from their neck, scary.
Demonic Puppet Tom: I ran away because my parents made me clean up my room!
Demonic Puppet Sally:BUT TOM! You can't run away today! Todays the last day of VACATION BIBLE SCHOOL!
Demonic Puppet Tom: Why would I want to go to VBS?
Demonic Puppet Sally: Becasue we sing evil songs and cut ourseves!
Demonic Puppet Tom: YAY!
Then, they sang. Lots of little evil puppets burst into a 7minunet song. Durning which the people in the boucany pounded us lower folk with volly balls.
I was hit, it wasn't pretty.
But lets not forget the hand gesutres! Oh no, it was truly moving.
I'm going to do somthing I'd hoped to never do, I'm going to refrence Napolian Dynamite.
Remember the happy hands club? Yeah, me too. Not fond memories.
It was about this time that I relized an odd little fact. Evern noticed how they always refure to Bible School as, "Vactation Bible School?" I always wondered why they botherd with the extra word. Figured it was to make it sound fun.
Then I relized the true reason, if they left it out, the innetials would be "B.S"
*Snickers*
And we all know what that means.
:)
So today, I busied my self by hiding from strange little boys who seem to lerk in the cracks of every cornner.
His name, is Barren.
Yesterday while on the motorcycle, with my dad, he yells "Hey lookin good!" Then an hour in half later when we come back, he's sitting on the porch.
So we made a slight detour.
He was still there half an hour later. I spent the night hiding in my room afraid he'd come to the door.
He didn't. But today he was hiding in the bushes when I went out to water the grass.
"Hi! Hows your summer? I play video games! You wouldn't like that though! I'm going swiming! You home alone??! I stay home alone too! BLAHBLAH BLAH!"
He's in 8th grade folks, why must he act like a freaky 2 year old?
I told him I hade to make lunch.
So, at 9o'clock he calls.
"Is Virginia there?"
Me:.......Who si this?
Stalking Ediot: Call it a devine sorce...
Me:..Uh..I'm not allowed to use the phone.
So I hung up.
I think I handeld that well. Don't you?
When my parents ask what time I went to bed, they act like 4a.m is a BAD thing.
Wonder what they'd say to the midnight dinner....
In other news, becasue I don't get comments on here, ever. I began a horrible little story in which 14 perfect strangers have allready left responses.
STRANGERS! Why can't you people be like them?
Aw screw it, I'm gonna go read
I'm back. Miss me? Thought so
I got yelled at by an old man in the park. Apparently I stole his grandsons freezbee.
"YOU THERE! How dare you take the family freezbee!"
"....Bob gave it too me...."
"I WILL BEHEAD YOU FOR THIS INSULT!"
Me: Runs away.
Also, for your enyoment, here's a conversation with my oh so loving mother.
Mom: I'm home!
Me: Are you drunk?
Mom: Well...I did have soem wine....
Me: Your drunk
Mom: Actually I hold liquor quite well.
Me: Only if its expensive, was it expensive?
Mom: Now how would I know if...
Me: Was it?
Mom: We're not THAT good of friends.
Me: Does that mean you'll get me a donut?
Mom: I'm not drunk!
Me: You sure?
Mom:......*Giggles and walks off*
Now Boys and girls, my mother is a social worker. Not some drunk. Though she has been known to consume vast amounts of achole. But no, I have never seen her drunk
Yep....now I"m bored
I am very content. I've got cake, a tv, and a computer.
And there is no mother in sight.
This, is the life.
But I've come to find out that I'm now a very respectable plant water person.
Is that sad or what?
Old Person with Flowers: We are leaving for the old people convention for 3 weeks! Who has no life and will water our flowers everyday for shs has nothing better to do!?
Old Pereson with Flower's Wife: Oh, that blond girl down the street, she has no social life an I hear she did a delightful job for the neighbors plants.
Thus, I have created an impire....or rather a small circle of plant people...
Very small.
What the heck, this girl with no life now has a very small income, one she can spend on BUYING a life!
TAKE THAT!
I'm going to end this post now, due to my lazyness, but I'm going to pretend its becasue no one likes long posts.
Really though, this isn't a very long one, I just like hittting the space bar.
softbalchick181 : Hehe, you relize how whenever one of us says something about some health issue, the we beging a contest on who has the worse?
softbalchick181 : The competitiveness goes against my lazy nature.
So the dad insisted we take the boat out. I think it looks like rain, but the all seeing radar says there isn't any.
We go out.
It rains.
But I'm not mad becuase i'm right.
What are you doing today? Me? Well I'm doing laundry. I bet your jealouse.
Your also jealosue of me because I can drive and you can't.....okay, we'll I can't drive either, but thats never stoped me before!
Okay..so it has...and it will..but yeah.
I need chalk...so I can do stuffs..with chalk...
I feel as though the AOL community is snooty. Other peoples get comments on their blogs.
Now, I know you people look at this, that nifty little hit counter over...
<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<there, tells me so
I leave comments on your pathetic excusses of blogs, so its only kind you do the same here. You can't hide, I know your out there.
I"m a girl on edge, I've got a coke can and a stale chicken nugget and I"m not afraid to use them.
...Okay, so now I only have a coke can and a slightly eaten chicken nugget.
It wasn't as stale as I thought previously.
The dad just called.
Dad: You do anything fun today?
Me: I've only been up for like 10mins...
Dad: You egnorant deranged little lazy dwebe..
Me: You must of been bored to find time out of your day to call and insult me.
Dad: Only slightly.
Me: Welcome to my world.
Dad: I like your world, you sleep forever.
Me: But you can't drive.
WHY IS IT THIS INABILITY TO DRIVE FUELS MY LIFE *hehe a pun*
But no, he really is quite loving, like on fathers day, he was so selfliss when I asked him what he wanted.
Dad: To be left alone.
You see what I mean? He dosn't want me to spend his hard earned cash on his puny needs!
*Well I did, but it was my cash, and it was a baaaaaad idea*
Got him a CD. He got me back by blaring it on the stero.
I tried to gouge my ears out with a convenitly located fork, but Jon stoped me.
But what does Jon know? He says you can't get cut on water.
Me: What are you doing today?
Kristi: Nothing.
Me: Lets celebrate nothing by doign something!
Last year on fathers day, I went to a car show, showed off my new ear ring, and had a grand old time.
This year, I ate soup, and talked to some collage girl who clamed to know me, and watered some plants.
I also cut my self on water.
Now, Jon says this is impossible, I say its INPROVABLE. Meaning, it can happen, though unlikly.
I've got proof.
So anyhoo, back to this collage chick. I'm just watering my plants, when she goes
"Are you Virginia?"
"Er...yes"
"OMG! I USED TO PLAY WITH YOU WHEN YOU WERE LIKE 4!"
Now, I didn't remind her that I was a jerk and had no freinds at the age of four.
I wonder if I looked odd in an oversized basketball T-Shirt and water stains all over my jeans?
How the heck did she remember me?
She's probably been following me for years, waiting for this moment.
This post is going no where fast.
Sucks.
So I'll leave you know, with this,
"My shoe is off, my feet are cold, I have a cat, I like to hold"-Dr. Suess
Toady? Today's been hard. I'm not sure you people could handel it.
First, I battled the hair dryer with about 12 buttons with no specified purpose.
Then I caught my hair on fire.
But after that I was fine, until I became bored.
This requited a trip to Marsh, for some meat product. Becasue Marsh is where all the cool kids go when looking for meat.
While at Marsh, I had new and exciting adventures! They are as follows, in no particular order..
1. I found milk free milk!
2. All natual water with ARTIFICAL flavors.
3. I battled the free sample old persons.
4. Watched my dad yell at the briskit guy for not properly cutting it.
Then, after all of these wonderful exciting things, mom took pity and took me out on the town!
To US FACTORY OUTLET!!! Oh yeah, thats awesome.
I considered buying a set of three glass frogs, this brought up the eternal question,
"Why do you do with a three frog set?"
I mean think about it, if you had two frog set, they can pair up and not be lonly. But what about that extra frog?
I bet he gets lonly.
Anyhoo, I did find Bach's music in the backround to be particurly inspiring while looking at the glazed honey bears.
After this exciting endevor, I recieved good news from the home front.
BACK TO MARSH!
Its my lucky day, however, the old free sample lady didn't give up so easily this time.
"Would you like a.."
"No"
"What about this odd thing that happens to be an unappealing shade of green?"
"I'll pass"
"It's deliciouse"
"I'm allerigic"
But then the fun really happend, as you all know, I am currently impoled as a plant watering person. Being dedicated to the job, I traveled on my way.
Lets just say, there was an 'incident', and I may of may not of gotten completly, and utterly soaked.
Then, on the way home I was yelled at by a party of 5 year olds.
"Look! Thats girl has a bike too"
"She's not wearing her halmet daddy!"
"Mommy, why is the weird girl all wet?"
All I have to say is that if they've got a problem with me, they should come over here and say it to my face!
Now I'm going to go try to salvage the dead plant *Kyle, do not tell your mother*
I feel as though I should update....I don't know why, but it is as if an outer force compells me too.....
Or, you know, I'm just really bored.
My delima is the fact that the only thing I can think of to rant about is...a washcloth.
As a teenager we are in a constant struggel to keep our face clean, so every channel has a commercial dedicated to proper face care.
But what they don't show you in the commercials is how the heck that model got the stuff off her face. One minunet, she's got this mask of creamy smelly stuff on, the next this little magical splash of water washes it all off and she's good to go.
(Took all my will power to resist an anorexic joke there...woops)
I have yet to find this magical spash of water, so I'm forced to use a wash cloth.
Washcloths arn't something I want on my face, I don't exactially picture them as clean things, and I rather not use one when trying to clear my face of creamy crap.
I don't know if any of you feel the same way *If so leave a flippin comment* but I find my self in a perdicament.
Now, I suppose I could just apply the stuff before I take a shower...but I can never remember stuff like that. So insted I get this nasty rag like thing.
Now, I suppose there are other ways out there, but dang it I can't figure them out, help would be much appriciated.
On a completly unrealated topic, I want you all to go to this link....SECRETS.
Because its good for you.
P.S. I lived every childs dream today, I had ice cream for dinner. It had chocolate stuffs.
*Insurt fancy smilie face here*
Jimi: This is the theature where the floors are really sticky.
Jon: There like that everywhere man.
Jimi: But there like 10times worse here.
Me: You should write an article for the paper about sticky floors
Jon: "My moms kitchen...."-Jimi
*************half an hour later in theature*******************
Kristi: MY FOOTS STUCK
Jimi: Told ya the floors were sticky
Today I woke up at 7, sadly I knew the mother would be roaming about making it utterly impossible for me to do any 'productive' things, so I was forced to go back to midsleep.
Pffft. Yeah, forced to sleep is. Woe is I.
My face is refelected in this snowglobe, right where the pirate flag should be.
I think its making fun of me.
First things first, my fingernails are actually looking like finger nails. I don't know if thats two words or not.
Second off, I just bit one of those nails off. I'm 14 people, you think I could brake this darn habbit.
And third, Kristi is so jealouse of my watering job that she decided to employ herself as a wake up call person.
You know, when your in a hotel you get that nice lady to call you freakin yearly, well I have my own personal call lady at my convience!
Yep, I'm minding my own bussness in the wee hours of the morning *12 noon* When my dear mother rams through my room saying Kristi is on the phone.
"She wasn't supposed to wake you up" Is what my darling friend says
Little does she know my mom's been waiting for a chance to do just that all summer long.
Then I was informed that Kristi couldn't sleep because she's too excited about her bird. Dohnut. Or Porkchop, she hasn't quite decided.
I decided that three days stuck in the house was enough, so I voulenteered my self to do manual labor, meaning loading stuif bikes into the stupid van because my stupid mom said too.
Hehe, I love that word.
Anyhoo...what was I saying?...I can't remember...I have little cookies though...yep, with that, this entry has come to a close.
Bye bye
Today, I was bored.
But things went to far.
I cleand. My room that is, and something odd happend.
I no longer have a sock drawer, or a pant or a shirt one for that matter.
NOw I have "Stuffed drawer" and "Slightly lessed stuffed drawer"
Which is odd, because as my freinds will tell you, *Or maybe the won't, I don't really know* I don't have a large varity of styles, so what on earch to make my dressor so full?
I blame the chipmunks.
I'm hoping it will rain, then I won't have to worry about those plants! An easy 5 bucks right there.
*Kyle, if you read this do not tell your mother*
Hehe, looky there, the mood is happy. Isn't that nifty?
I'm feeling particurly perky this eve of the 14th.
Yesterday was my parents anniversery. I honord it by avoiding them. They honored it by avoiding each other.
Isn't married life fun?
Today, I became 40dollars richer. For doing very little, and now I feel guilty...
But I'm employed! HUZA! I feel oh so very grown up saying that.
Sure, I'm second in command to a 80year old 200lb dog sitter, but jobs are hard to come by my friend.
So, I'm lieing, I'm wating plants. My expertise might I add, runs in the family, this part sadly I am not lieing about. Great Grandfather someone was president of the the American Green House Assiciation!
Pitty I never knew him.
But there will be a fat old person! Yes, that I'm assured of. Weather or not I'll see her remians a mystery.
Come to think of it, old people scare me. I think I can out run her...
I'm a bit out of shape come to relize this, maybe I am getting paid properly!
No, still too much. I can't possibly blow all this in one crappy perchise!
DRUGS AND ALCHOL!...For the poor that is...defintily not for me...nope...not I..
Speaking of clothing, I think Kyle's got a good point. He's protesting at Kholes for the return of the Kilt, with some little friend of his...yeah names arn't really improtant.
ITS THE CAUSE!
Had a VERY odd converstaion with Jon the other day, and I'm really kinda hoping he won't read this, though it be fun to see his face.
Me: Dude, Everyone crashes in this show, I wonder how many people died...
Jon: Just 1. He was a stunt double though so no one cared.
Me: I don't believe you!
Jon: Its true! It was I! I drove my car off a cliff and they left me there to die! I only survived because a squirrel came to my rescue! But even then he only wanted my nuts!
Jon: *Badim-punsh*
Me: Oh? Did he get em'?
Jon:............Okay, so that was an unexpected response.
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I know, the maturity just radiates off us. Yeah, I was watching Speed Racer. People are dieing everywhere, like dohnuts with fat people, they dissappear.
I later learned they have a grave yard set up for these brave people in Japan, where this was all flimed.
Ah, Speed Racer. Only you can get an awesome car, save an old man by changing his tire, find of the gansters, rescue you girlfriend from falling into a volcano, stop a gunman, and STILL win the prize money that goes to charity in a 55min show.
And in the words of Kyle...
HUZA!
I fear for my life, Full house came on and I'm too lazy t change the channel
I can feel my mind turning into brain pudding. What ever shall I do?
DUDE! So I leave for 8 days and get 4 or something comments from peoples! I must leave more often.
Or not, if I do, my ears will begin to bleed due to massive amounts of pure punkrock glory pumping through my ears 24/7.
I'm not exagurating in the least, their begining to adjust to silence. Slowly, every now and then I'm pretty sure I just go completly deaf, I can not be sure.
Speaking of pillows, I saw an entire car full of them today. Yep, just one dude in the center of pillow heaven.
Oh, and when I said I was in Ohio, I was greatly mistaken, for I was in Pennsylvania, land of the.....anaia....Anyhoo, lets just say I had quite a bit of time to think, and then sometimes I thought, and every now and then I found my self thinking.
I also find that I think about 32 1/2mph, and of very odd things. Like this one gass station attendent, I think I said 4 words to him and I couldn't stop thinking about what his life must be like, and then these randome people we'd see in towns, I'd come up with little stories for them...
And every now and then I'd brake into song, and or convultions, either way, the parents won't be taking me any where for quite some time.
Then I thought about McIver, how I detist that woman. I can only hope I never see her again.
And how fun was it to eat at freaking resturants that took 2hrs, as apposed to fast food which is just as good.
Another anoying trait of the OLD PEOPLE. They leave out the "o" sound of words, for example, insted of "WindOw" they will say "WindAw"
"Potato" "Potata"
BLAH, NO MORE OLD PEOPLE! *Dies from over welming joy*
But no, I can not die, though some cercemstances at the moment make me wish I could mommentarly, but that is for another time, another place, another over stuffed car full of pillows.
I'm in Ohio! I know! Yeah, pretty awesome place to go on vacation right? I thought so.
Anyhoo, this post is courtisys of Best Western and their free internet stuffs.
Some guy at Crackerbarrel wouldn't stop trying to sell me a fathers day shirt.
I told him my father was dead.
Then the lady waitress person offered me a chrildrens activity book! So much for trying to look mature.
The highlight of my day was when we sat next to a guys soccer team at some rest stop. :)
And now, I am here, in Ohio, becasue old people can't drive all the way to N.J which is odd because my brother did today, so he can be there a full 2hrs before us.
Anyhoos, while dealing with anger for being forced to go on this trip of doom, I wrote one last E-Mail to McIver.
She wrote back.
Dear Mrs. McIver:
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As a former Maple Crest student, I’d like to say how much I enjoyed my middle school years. Quite possibly some of the best in my life. I would also like to tell you that you were the single thing making my life absolutely miserable.
It seemed as though no matter how hard I tried, you just put me down. So guess what? I stopped trying. This was not a good decision on my part, but no matter how hard I worked, I never seemed to understand what was being said. Let me tell you, your mocking really helped that problem.
As relations between us became worse and worse, I noticed that while my project would match another students, their grade would be higher then mine. While, this may or may not have been intentional of you, and I can't really say I blame you, it's just not cool to someone who'd really like learn, believe it or not.
And you probably don't, because you never liked me, and I get that. Because I never liked you. But that's not what bugs me. You never listened to me, you never tried to help me, you just wanted to make yourself look good, and so you also lost my respect.
I was not mature in your class, nor was I cooth. But you hardly acted better. I remember distinctive incidents when I would have the correct answer yet you'd say it was wrong until you came up with it yourself. You were always so freakishly perky, and there was no need. In all honesty, the students, including myself, would have related to your more had you acted like a normal person, not some pretend perfect one.
Because no offense, but your far from perfect, as is everyone. So why not embrace that? Why not accept the fact that your not always going to be happy, accept the fact that some of us had more trouble getting things? Because I honestly tried so hard, and it honestly made no difference when you told me I hadn't.
Because telling me that "The class has been doing this for 2 months, everyone understands!" Doesn't help me get a good grade on the test, it doesn't help me study, it doesn't make me feel good about myself.
So while I thought I was doing worse and worse, I stopped trying. Now looking back on it, I realize it was all in my mind, and if I had just kept at it I would be taking Spanish II with the rest of my friends. But now I am not, and I know that I am partly, if not mostly to blame for this.
However, I am young and immature so I’m going to blame you. Thanks for making me self conscious, depressed, and lacking in self esteem.
I know one thing, I’ll never forget you.
Thanks for your note. It has provided insight into the workings of my classroom. From this, I will endeavor to make some adjustments in regards to dealing with students as well as the way I approach some of the information that I present. My desire is that you succeed despite all the negative things that transpired in our class over the course of the year. As for your personal attack of being "freakishly perky" I am not offended. This particular trait is misunderstood by almost everyone- young and old alike- who does not share in its treasures. You will not understand it but you will encounter others who share in my inner joy and peace. I hope you can find it in your heart be kind to these people. It will make a difference for you both. Have a good summer and please be safe. I look forward to following your outstanding accomplishments in high school and beyond. Take Care, Sra. McIver P.S. Virginia, you forgot to sign your name but you used great voice! Remember, I'm an English teacher first:)
Don't be fooled, in real life she is not taht intelegent.
One day there was a gril with blondish hair. This girl loved bagels, but rarly got to partake in this most deliciouse breakfest food.
One day the girl was beign draged on vacation so her mother felt sorry for her, the mother baought the blondish haird girl two bagels.
The mother also told the girl to clean the house before she got home.
But the girl did not care about that, for she would soon consume the most deliciouse of foods with the strawberrie cream cheese topping, for that is what she had asked her mother to get.
However a great nightmear awaited the girl, as she approched the seemingly inncoent bagels, she noticed that it lacked something. That oh so creamy cream cheese of hte strawberrie varity was no where to be seen!
This was a trap by the mother to make the girl clean AND be bagleless. She was a viciouse mother, yes, this is true, but the blondish haird girl would not give up yet!
She got on her nobel bike and peddeld with all her might! Through the cold snoggy ground, past the perverted Barrens house, right on the the Village Pantry where she would find salvation! In cream form.
But alas! Her last hope, the VP, LACKED CREAM CHEESEY GOODNESS! Sure, it had peanut butter, and 5 kind of dip, but no cream cheese.
Apon ariving home, she spoke of this news to Kyle The Cow Boy. No one was quite sure where he got this title, but it would soon become apparent
Me: The village pantry dsn't have cream cheese.
Kyle: GASP!!!!!! WHAT HAS THE WORLD COME TO!
Me: I DON"T KNOW!
I
Kyle: its sad that we live in that kinda of society
Me: I have bagels! But lack the cream cheese need to enjoy the delicouse food!
Kyle: .....,..I HAVE A DREAM THAT ONE DAY BAGELS WILL ONCE AGAIN HAVE THERE DELEIOCUS COATING OF CREAMY O SO CREAMY CHEESE!
Me: Go to your refrigerator......open the door...get the cream cheeese....bring it to my house.
Kyle: ah .....but do we have any?
Me: Go to the refirgerator you must *I'm YODA!*
Kyle: but ..... the darkside is too strong!
Kyle: and if its not it hsould be
Kyle: or else thats somthing else this crudy sociotty has lost
Me: Its really a shame
Kyle: yep ..... what is the world coming to
Me: ITS GOING TO bE EMPTY OF CREAM CHEESE!
Kyle: ..... unless we all get a pcu
Kyle
Kyle: personel cow units
Kyle: for i cheese needs
Me: GASP!
Me: Your brillient!
Kyle: its a strech but i think it can be done!
Me: Perahps...
Me: I STILL LACK CREAMY GOODNESS!
We learn not all stories end happily, Princess Lea would of driven me, yet she lacked the vicheal necessary to do this act of kindness that would of ensured me cream cheesy goondness.
The kind father says peanutbutter is just as good. He knows NOTHING! Nothing can match cream cheese and its goodnesss, and I shall continue on with out it.
*tear*
I'm begining to wonder if it will ever seank in. It hasn't yet, or rather perhaps it has, and somehow I've found closer to this impecable problem we all seem to find ourselves in. Or the mostlikly option is my brain has not yet comprehended this new information.
The information that I will never be able to go back.
And why in heavens name would you want to? Today many things happend, something strange, something normal, and something unexpected.
The normal? I argued with Mr. Barrett about lifes inner meaning. Strange? He somewhat had a point, and unexpected? I might agree with him.
The point? Missing things. You don't need to miss something to show you loved it, you need to learn from it, grow from it, and most of all, embrace it will all your might.
Being happy isn't haveing everything perfect, its taking all the little good things, stringing them together and making the good better and more then the bad.
Thats from a movie I saw tonight with two of the most awesomest people I will ever have the chance to meet. Just us three girls, it was relaxing in a way knowing we could just be girls and not have to worry about what the guys would think.
Which is a fancy way of saying, if we cried, we wouldn't be emberessed.
And we did. Which is good and well because we all need to every now and then. As I watched that movie, I seemed to be awar of everything around me other then I guess...myself.
It was as if a sense of calm setteled over me and no matter what, nothing in the universe could interupt that moment in that old crappy movie theature. Like no matter what happend from there on out, everything would end okay.
Nothing could of pulled me out of that transe. I was completly awar that the speaker right above me was old and slightly squeeking, the people two rows up would soon be my class mates, and from the posistion I sat in, my legs looked skinnier then in reality.
Then we did what all important people do before they embark on a journy with unknow outcomes.
We got ice cream, in cone form to be sure.
And then, with ice cream cones in hand, we piled into one of those small picture booths to take one last look at our fomral selves before highschool, and life, and pain changes us.
I hope the pictures arn't a sign of things to come, they wern't glamerouse, but they were us.
And when we came out of that picture booth, with the same ice cream that we went in with, *some on my shirt, mind you* we were no longer the proud, brave, 8th graders as we had been, but freshmen, scum of the earth.
We then proceded to run out of the mall which was closed at the time, like the little middle schoolers we are at heart.
Cheers to the begining.
WARNING! CONTAINS VAST IMMATURITY! YET SLIGHTLY FUNNY!
*At the movies a scean comes up with two people sitting on a beach with the guys arm over the girls sholder*
I lean over to Kristi and say.. "This is when the Trojen man runs accross"
*Needless to say, we had quite the giggle*
