All You're Ever Gonna Be Is Mean (Sorry)

I. Cannot. Get. Glogger. To. Work. ARGTHSGTHGSHGTYUSTFREIYLGTFSEUILQTAI9B.

I'm in a comfy chair, typing on a wonderfully wonderful keyboard. Kat is right next to me, trying to top her 700 views.

I had sushi yesterday...Something called a tempura roll. It was absoulutely delicious, and it tasted like...corn dog. I love it.

I also found out that deep fried tofu tastes quite a bit like sweet cold stuff. Mm.

I have nothing else to write. I'm sorry.

Some Sex Related Talk Here...Don't Click Please x3

So yeah.

I was just thinking...why do we need to 'learn' about that 'stuff' in school? We do not need to know how many cells males have versus females. When we are having a job interview, we will not be asked how many eggs it takes to make quintuplets.
All the children have to grasp is: To get knocked up, insert Tab A into Slot B.

I would normally follow this through with a bunch of puberty related puns, but not now. The show must go on.

SPEAKING OF PUBERTY (ha, fell for it), we were divided for lunch today, boys on one side, girls on the other. The 'assistant principal' held this talk.

Side note: Having three assistant principals tells kids that we are difficult now, so we need four principals to keep things from going too chaotic. Anyway.

She goes on and on about a 'Girl Group' secret from all the males on the planet. Then, cue the male, a guy walks in, just as the words 'No guy should know about this.' leaves her lips. He backs out of the door sideways and takes off running, screaming as he goes.

We were given a survey and a pencil, which I immediately snatched. The teachers told us to keep it annyoumous. My pleasure. I can write anything I want.
Here are my and a few other people's answers.

What do you struggle with? Staying serious on surveys and quizzes, and paying attention to topics such as this.

What do you have questions/want to know more about? How to become/seduce a vampire, how to fit in that dryer, how to become suicidal, how to drink a goose.

I am interested in __________(Sport, hobby, profession). Boy Scouts, Twilight, Facebook, Bustin Jeeber, eating ducks, etc.

Any questions/comments/etc.? Please don't kill me for being honest/awesome. Thanks. :)

Right then, a lady rather rudely ripped the survey and pencil out of my hands. Oh well. My voice has been heard.

Another quick thing before I go to bed...A story.


I was walking home after school, kicking up leaves quietly (yeah, it's fall here), stalking the 8th grader and 6th grader boys that I didn't know in front of me.
I was nearly at my house, and I was walking a lot faster than them, so I caught up.
8th grade dude heard me walking, and promptly grabbed 6th grade dude by the backpack and full-force yanked him out of my way, onto the lawn, about 4 feet away.

I gave them a weird look and started up the driveway, minding my own business.
I hear a voice behind me, the 6th grade dude. He's talking to his buddy. 'Dude! You just missed your chance!'
I laugh and turn around, and the two of them are staring at me. They both say 'Hi.' at the same time, then 8th grade dude pushes 6th grade dude's backpack, and off they fly, toward their supposed houses.

Huh.

That's it. I gotta go shower and sleep already...Short day tommorrow and the day after! <3

Oh, and I had Chipotle's today. Burrito. Delicious. Don't tell anyone. ♥

So...I Understand Kosher

From the tiny bit of Wikipedia I read, 'kosher' doesn't refer to Jewish people caring about the environment, going "Oh...we shouldn't eat anything with a face...". Nope, apperently how it works is they are extremely picky in what they eat, and that anything that isn't fit to their liking is 'filthy.' Ok.

No, I love Jewish people, but this just makes no sense. Thankyouverymuch.

I went to see the Lion King (Broadway!) on Sunday, which is where the name change came from. It was really great, and beautiful, and stuff.
But I have to give you the great bits.

It's important to know that I was sitting on the very right, on the balcony, in the very front. There was a mini balcony/stage built about 5 feet away from me, which was where the drummer guy had his drums.

So the play starts in on the magical song 'The Circle Of Life'.
All is great, but since that mini balcony is still, practically, stage, an actor can go up there.
Guess who came up there?
A slightly fat, slightly sweaty man, wearing nothing but an 'intermediate loincloth' (a piece of fake leather around his manly parts). He has a large stick which he is beating to the ground to 'keep rhythm.' His mask was a mountain goat, but its horns were ridicously huge, and the mouth was slightly open, revealing the sharp and shiny front teeth. It must've been great to have to drum next to him.

Another thing was when Simba and Mufasa are talking, Mufasa was discussing that 'Anything that the light touches is ours.' Simba here has to point into the crowd and say 'What about that shabby place over there?'
And yes, he pointed straight at me. Huh.

The grown-up Simba kept dancing on the (my) right of the stage, usually staring in my direction. I started to stick my toungue out at him, and he nearly cracked up on stage. Life.

So that was it for the exciting day.

People keep annoying me about 'If you don't blog, then you don't get viewers!' 'You don't blog!' 'VIEW MY MOTHER- BLOG!' ...Ok. I might. But then I might not.

Signing off.

OH, one more thing. I convinced some people that I have a 19-year-old boyfriend who lives in England called Charlie. ♥

You Make Me Crazier, Crazier.

Whenever I hear that song, I think of Taylor being lifted up at the waist and getting spun around, laughing in the rain, wearing a blue dress and no shoes, in the middle of a field. Ah.

I have a ton of weird stories, like how I'm one of the only people who can actually advertise math without it getting ripped apart.

I started reading 'Catching Fire'! Yes! I can read anything that Suzanne Collins writes. She's amazing.

I also can proudly now say that I own a flying pig! He's small, but he's glass and has fragile little wings and a huge body. So in other words, he looks like me.

I don't know what to talk about anymore. I got featured on another website, but I don't know how. Apprently, it led some other people here.

Hey you. If you're reading this, and just saying 'I'll get over with the post soon, and then I'll click next blog', then thanks. You're close to the end, I promise.

I'm also reading manga, one about a karate kid type thing (Ranma 1/2) and a messed-up love story type thing (Hot Gimmick).

My room was recently cleaned by my mom, so I have no idea where ANYTHING is. It's like dropping a bomb on the space and saying 'At least you won't have too much stuff to worry about.'

Math is getting harder. The problem is, I'm not smart. Not a prodigy. I just learn things faster...if I actually want to. I need a good reason. 'It's your education.' is not a good reason.

Why are my parents, or more specfically, my dad, being so...manner obsessed? He burps and farts and sleeps in his underwear in front of the TV. Why should I keep my mouth shut if he doesn't?
And people wonder why I like animals better.

Tommorrow is Scratch Saturday, when I make food from scratch. I also am a lot more itchy on these days.

I wonder how long this post actually is by now. Hmm.

If you're still reading, I truly love you. Not that way. Though it's possible.

I guess that's really all. It's the end! :D

Black Suits Me. I Suit You. Then he kissed me. I'm not sure I like black anymore.

AH-MAZING! NEW POST! LOOKIE HERE!

Now that I have your attention.

Yeah, I'm busy.

There are guys I chase, and guys who chase me, and guys who just high-five me in the hall and tell me that I'm getting motivated. There are is a guy I'd ask to the Halloween Dance, aka the Monster Mash Bash.

And then there are girls, my gal-pals, my...Fab Five. Busy yes. Bored no.

The quote up yonder is from a book, called I heart you, You haunt me. Yes, I admit that it made me cry. Quite a lot. I guess I somehow understood the concept of 'dead boyfriend'.

This blog's views dropped, of course, since there were no posts. Obviously. But here's a fail one to make up for it.

I got this from another friend, but if you're someone I don't know, and you comment, then you get a post written about you, my first impression, etc.

That's pretty much all. Still love all you guys that click on my blogs. Yeah. <3