Foosball

I kick ass at foosball. Even if I can't spell that word. Anyway, the other day I was babysitting an eight year old, and we played. Guess who won? The eight year old. But it wasn't by much. He beat me by one. It was an intense game. Then yesterday I played some friends at the party. I kicked ass. I won, 10-9. Yes it was a very close, intense game. Other than that, I haven't played the game in awhile, but now I really want to, I just have no one to play against. Maybe I should force my brother....

Party

Yesturday was my friend's birthday party. It was so much fun. She has air hockey. I played that with one of my friends. My friend kicked my ass. But then I played foozeball with another friend, and I owned. I rock at that game. We did this American Idol thing, and I was Paula Number 2. Yes there were two Paulas. The kid who played Simon did a perfect impersonation. He had a great fake british accent, and came up with the best insults. It was great. We all knew he was kidding, but it was hilarious either way.

Shopping Cart

Last night, a couple of friends and I walked to the Chinese Food place for dinner. On the way, we stopped at the bank, which is next to the supermarket. The bike path is also right near that. On the bike path, there was a shopping cart. There we were, a bunch of hyper kids, with a video camera, and a shopping cart. What else were we going to do? One of my friends got it in, started the video, and we pushed her up and down the bike path. That wasn't all of it of course. Pretty lame video if it was. We stopped her short, got her going fast, and started to tip her over. She jumped out really fast when we tried that one.

Bagel Boy

There is this kid that is obsessed with my brother. This kid is a guy by the way. But anyway, he's obsessed with my brother. Why, you ask? Because my brother brought a bagel on the bus. My brother brought a bagel on the school bus over a year ago. This kid is going to miss my brother when he goes off to college. He said that my brother should bring a bagel on the bus again. I told my brother and this is what my brother told me to tell the kid: "If he gives me a dollar, I will give him a bagel. If he gives me a dollar fifty, I will toast and butter the bagel for him." I told the kid, and he was like YES!!!!!!! I wonder what will happen next...

Easter

Easter was pretty good for me. Again, for all of you non-catholics, I'm not trying to get you to convert or anything like that. You believe whatever the hell you want, and I'll do the same. Anyway, I was one of my brothers for the first time since December. Long time I know. But he's out of college and on his own so what do you expect? So me and him ambushed my other unsuspecting brother with water guns. It was great. Bad for him, cuz it was kinda cold outside. But you know. It was fun anyway.

Reading

I don't remember if I said this, but I reserved twelve books at the library like a week ago. Well, they were all ready to be picked up yesturday, so I went to the library to pick them up. That, and I always go to the library on Fridays, basically because I don't have any better way to spend my Friday. Sad I know. So I got my books, and they wouldn't all fit in my backpack. I had to carry two. I know it's terrible. I had to carry two books. Then I put my backpack on my back and I almost fell over backwards. Who would've thought that ten books could be so heavy? I didn't. That's because I'm so smart like that. I just didn't expect it to be super heavy. It just turned out that way.

Church

I am a catholic. I know some people aren't and that's all good and whatnot, and I'm not going to try to make you people catholic like me. Personally, I don't give a damn what religion you follow. Anyway, today I went to church with my mother. We went to the choir loft. Towards the end of mass, there was a song that my mom was supposed to have a solo in. She didn't know it though, so the director gave it to someone else. This song is like five verses long, and it wasn't that good to begin with. Add a timpani, a trumpet, and an organ, and it's even worse. But that's what we had. The solo wasn't that good either. It was like the soloist was an opera wannabe. Her voice wasn't full if you know what I mean. At the end of church, my mother and I were joking about this song. You know, like "Someone should take that song outside and shoot it." That kind of stuff. We are going on and on about this song and how terrible it is. And then we turn on the soloist. Not to her face of course. My mom goes, "The soloist was perfect for the song." If you don't get what she meant by that you are an idiot. My mom was suprised when I got it, which shows that she has really low expectations for me. What a suprise. I know that kind of stuff from experience.

Bored

Last night I was really bored. So I asked one of my friends for a good online game to play. I don't usually play unless I'm really bored, and last night I was. So she told me to play redline rumble, even though I would probably hate it because it's a racing game. Personally, I love racing games, but apparently she didn't know that. So I started playing it, and it was awesome. Then she told me I could hide under trucks. So I hid under a truck and I got squished. It was great.

Books

I am running out of books to read from my Pile O' Books. I am reading the last one. Oh no!!!!!!!!!! So I went to the library website, and started reserving books. That's a lie. I asked two of my friends for recommendations, and then I started reserving books online. Right now I have zero books taken out of the public library, and 11 holds. I'm gonna have tons and tons of overdue books in about a month. Hilarious.

Pensylvania

My mom took my brother to Pennsylvania so he can check out some colleges out there. Soon, he'll be kicked out of the house. Just kidding. He won't live here anymore though. Anyway, the left last Tuesday, and it's been really weird, just me and my dad. We went to a resturant and the cook was all "Awwww, isn't that sweet. Father-daughter date." My dad asked if he was going to videotape it and use it for advertising. Not a bad idea. Now it's back to normal, and no more partying. Just kidding. I only had four wild parties.

Sources

Good news. My sources have told me violent child's name. See. I told you my sources weren't slacking off again.

Last Night

The dance last night was pretty boring. Hardly anybody was there. Actually that's a lie. Lots of people were there. I don't know. It was a boring dance to go along with the boring week I've had. Anyway. Jennie and I wanted to scare a random guy that was younger than us. Miki wanted us to scare peanut gallery for her enjoyment. Peanut gallery is the name for that violent child that was at the library yesterday. We finally peanut gallery, and I went up to him first. I just started dancing with him and he gave me the weirdest look ever. Then Jennie came and started dancing, grabbing his beads. He took off the beads and ran off. It was great. Good thing I'll probably never see him again.

Dance

There is a dance tonight at school and I am soooooooooooooooooooooo pumped. I'm like Oh My Fucking God. I'm so hyper. I'm like, gotta dance dance dance. Wait. That's kinda gay isn't it? Oh well. I wanna fucking dance. Even if you think it's gay.

Violent Child

I'm at the library, and until about five minutes ago, some violent little sixth grader was on the computer I am now taking over. I actually thought it was a seventh grader, but then I realized that it was a sixth grader. Mostly because that's what he told me. He could've lied for all I know. Anyway, he was playing runescape. Miki says that it is violent but I disagree. I think that game is just utterly pointless. No matter what way you look at it. But anyways, since Miki decided that it was violent, child decides to show us a reeeeeeeeeeally violent game. It's this game where you shoot things dead. That's the point of it. When you shoot it it spews blood everywhere. It's totally awesome. I love it. Miki was grossed out, but I think it was great. Violent child agrees with me so HA!!!!

Concoction

I just got home from my friend's house. I went to her house twice this week and each time we made some interesting food. I can't tell you what it consists of because then I'd be telling you a secret, and I can't just post a secret online. Oh wait that's a lie. I have told a secret online before. And the recipie isn't much of a secret. Just a couple of WAIT. I'm not that much of a sellout. Like some people I know. *coughaaroncough*. Heh. Good times good times.

Orchestra

I just got back from orchestra. I'm a second violinist there. My conductor was talking about if we all wait for another person to stop the bow, then it won't get done. Then I thought of a really good line, which is actually, now that I think about, pretty much what she said. "If we all wait for the other guy to do it, then we are all waiting for something that will never happen." Actually I lied. That's not what she said at all. But I thought that up all by myself and it's true. You should all be proud of my efforts. Then later, my conductor was trying to make a point that we shouldn't play loud all the time. She tried to connect it with something we understand well. "If your mother yells at you a lot-" Right then one of the first violinists said "It'll get boring." We all cracked up at that. I love my orchestra group. Something funny happens every rehearsal.

Locked

I was supposed to stay after school today. But drama got canceled. So I took the bus home. I got home, said "Hi," to Sergei, the roof guy, and rang the doorbell a good ten times. Nobody answered. So I go to the back door. Ring the doorbell. Nothing. I go in the porch and look inside. Nobody. I look in the garage. Nothing. I was locked out of my house. As nice as Sergei and his buds are, I didn't really want to be locked outside with them. So off to my friend's house I go. She has an extra house key for my house. I get there, and her mom drives me home. By the time I get back I didn't need that extra key. My mom was already home.

Crazy Funky Junky Hat

I went over to my friend's house, and we made a video. You know the hat song from the Wizard's of Waverly Place? Actually neither do I. Scratch that, I have heard it...once. I never watch Disney Channel. Unless my cousins force me to, which they do, often. So my friend made a video of us singing that song and doing the dance. It's pretty crazy. I can't believe she talked me into it. But I'm glad she did, because it was lots of fun. Even if we creeped out her family. Whoops.

Daylight Savings

So it was daylight savings. Change the clocks. Spring forward. We lose an hour of sleep. I've always been a early riser. Sort of. If you call between seven and eight early rising. I can never get up past eight though. It's like a curse. But since we sprung forward I slept in till nine. Yay, I feel like a slept in, but I really didn't. It's eleven-thirty right now, and everyone else in my family just got up. Sad I know. But more time for me to hang out on the computer without any disturbances.

Popcorn

Popcorn is tasty. I actually don't eat it a lot. Only during movies usually. And now while I am in chat rooms. I'm in a chat room with two of my friends. They go off and talk about some inside joke, or whatever, and I'm just sitting there enjoying the gossip. What better time to grab popcorn? Oh right, there isn't one!!!!!! So I'm enjoying some fresh gossip and popcorn. Good beginning to a sunny Sunday I think.

Emo

Everybody thinks I'm emo. My brother thinks I'm emo because I stay in my room all day. Either in my room, or the cave, or in front of this computer. My friend thinks I'm emo because I spilled red gatorade on my wrists once. My other friend thinks I'm emo because I act disturbed, and because of this blog. Apparently this blog is very emo. Which technically means its readers are also emo. Now doesn't that make you feel special. You are officially emo. Wait, no! What are you doing with that knife? I didn't ask you to slit your wrists! Emo people only do that when they are extremely depressed. And are you extremely depressed? I think not. That's right, put the knife down. Now hand it over. Sweet something to slit my wrists with. No I'm just kidding. I'm not depressed either. I never havebeen enough depressed to slit my wrists.......yet.

Evil

I'm so evil. I eavesdrop on people's conversations, like the one my brother is having with his girlfriend at the moment. He's on the phone with her, and he's hung up on her 3 times already. What a terrible boyfriend. Anyway, back to me being evil. Today, I got more information to blackmail with. I already have information to blackmail my brother, but that's old news and already used. The blackmail information is about this guy. He likes a girl. No shit, I didn't know that. I thought he was gay. Just kidding. I know her, so I could tell her. I don't see how that would be bad for him, but he doesn't want me to. I probably won't, but for now, I can torture him with this information. Wonderful.

Leak

This morning I woke up and I went downstairs to go on the computer because I have absolutely no life. Actually I had nothing better to do. As I said before, we're getting our roof fixed, which is why it wasn't so great that it's been pouring all day. The roof doctor had the roof pretty much sealed up, except for a part above the wood stove. So the wood stove was surrounded by a puddle of water. Except it was water and whatever had been put on the roof yesturday, which made the water somewhat whiteish. Disgusting, I know. It's not leaking anymore though, because we had the roof doctor come again to fix it, even though he wasn't supposed to come over the weekend. Oh well, at least we don't have a gimongo mess.

Russian

Today I meant the Russian guy who owns the company "The Roof Doctor." This is guy is Russian, and when my Mom introduced us, he bowed to me. I smiled back, while I was frantically thinking in my head, "Do I curtsy back or do I shake his hand?" However, I just smiled at him, and I'm hoping he didn't think it was rude or anything. I don't know, it's not like he stuck his hand out to shake hands. Whatever, he was really nice to me, and I love his accent. Huray for foreign dudes!!!

Roof Doctor

Our roof needs to be fixed really bad. So we had these roof people come over to fix our roof. So I come home, and there's a bunch of people on my roof. And they're all singing, and shouting, and pounding on the roof, and being really noisy. I'm trying to read, because I have nothing better to do, and I can't focus. They are soooooooo fucking noisy. So I was all screw this, I'm going somewhere else. Retreat!!! To the cave!!!! If you didn't already know the cave is my unfinished basement. WOOOO!!!!

Indent

We had to write a five paragraph essay in english class today. Which I can do no problem. Honest. I can. So I was writing, and I finished it, and I looked at my hand. I had a freaking indent on my middle finger where my pencil had been!!! I was all what the fuck????? Yea, so I was kinda freaked out. Oh well.

Evil

I got my friend's email, and he gave me someone else's email. The someone else got really pissed. He knows me, he just didn't want me to have his email. So he left, and now I'm bothering the first friend. It's so much fun.}:-)

Radicals

I love math. My dad loves math too, so I guess I kind of inherited it. But there's one form of math I will always hate with a passion. That would be radicals. They are so annoying. What's the point of them anyway? Who cares how to simplify radical 34? I know I don't. That problem was in my math homework today. It's a review and all, but it's still a pain in the ass. I don't fucking care about the simplification of radical 34!! Why can't you math freaks get that through your thick skulls?

Spring

Spring is finally here. Not officially by the calendar, but it's finally warm enough to wear shorts and tees. It's so nice out. Sure there are tons of clouds in the sky now, but they're the big puffy white kind, not the kind we had this morning when it poured rain. Some of my friends got soaked in that. I didn't!!!!!MWAHAHAHAHA!!!! Anyway, it's really nice out, and I want to go run around in circles. Actually, I think I will do that. It's not like I have anything better to do.

I'm Free...Finally!!!!!

I haven't been posting a lot lately...I know three whole days...the humanit!!!...because I got grounded. On Thursday I wouldn't get off the computer because I was having too much fun talking to my friends and posting online. Truth: I was getting paranoid because I had c8 times twenty and wouldn't get off until my parental unit left the room. But anyway, I got in trouble for that. I didn't know I was grounded until Saturday though. Not that it made much of a difference, but whatever. The point is, I'm no longer dying of boredom.

Memory

My friend just emailed for the first time in a couple of years. I'm soooooooooo excited now and pumped and so on and so forth. She moved away three years ago, and in that time frame, I've heard from her once...maybe? Before she moved we used to be best friends. Like tight four year olds. Just kidding, we were older than that. But I've known her since preschool, so I guess the statement is true. Anway, the point is, it's really nice to hear from her again. Not that we'll ever be the tight four year olds we once were.

Group Chat

I just figured out how to group chat on gmail. I already knew how on AIM, but not on gmail. I thought you couldn't do it on gmail or whatever. But my friends figured it out, and now I know too!!!YAY!!!!!

Sure On This Shining Night

I am aware it isn't nighttime yet, nor is it clear skies. The name of this post is actually the name of a poem that was written a long time ago and was set to music. My ripyo group has a concert tommorow, and this is one of the pieces we are playing. It is so beautiful, I love it.

Babysitting

Yesturday I was babysitting these two kids that live across the street from when I got home to ten. They have a really nice house, and they pay a good ten bucks an hour. The two kids are 5 and 8 and are extremely adorable. They are angels. I'm not even kidding, Oh my god. At bedtime they didn't do what I used to do, which was avoid bed and stay up late. They went straight upstairs, brushed their teeth went right to bed. Perfect little angels. That left me two hours to watch their plasma screen tv. WOOOOOOOO!!!

c8

c8 is an instant messaging abbreviation. It stands for code eight. Code eight is what you say when you have a parent or nosy sibling reading over your shoulder. I get really paranoid when that happens, so usually I have another website that I can switch too. See, most of my friends swear a lot, and what the hell, so do I. But if my parents see that I get in trouble. So when I was posting on Thursday, I was also IMing, and friends were swearing, and I had the c8 problem going on, and I got in trouble. So now, I don't know what's gonna happen, but so far, I haven't been able to hang out with my friends. Which means, more computer, cave, and room time. Which is good at times, but on weekends, it sucks!!!!

Working Out

I've been asked to work out with so many people this past week. Okay, I lied. Only two, but what the hell? I usually don't get asked to work out. Not that I mind. If I don't get invited to work out than I'll probably just sit around and get fat. Believe me, I don't want to get fat. Ever. So...YAY FOR MY FRIENDS!!! One of them wants to do it a couple times a week. Which is nice. I should work out every day, but I can live with a couple times a week. The thing is though, we need to coridinate our schedules. You know, so we can work out together. But whatever, we'll get it worked out. Heh, we'll work it out to work out. Sorry, that was lame. The secound friend of mine wants to hang out today and work out. And I'd love to do that. I have a lot of energy that I need to get out of my system. I'm pumped wicked early for the concert I have tommorrow. So I asked my mom, and she's all NO!!!!! She got mad that I stayed on the computer on the Thursday later than I should have, but that was partly her fault. Hence, the whole c8 thing, which, now that I have time, I will explain.