OH MY GOD!!!

I was washing my hands in the bathroom after scratching Maxie The Dog, and ... Teddy The Bear was on my shoulder and... he... Teddy...

Teddy fell in the toilet!! DX

I mean, it was clean and all, but... still. Poor Teddy.

So I washed him, and now he's sitting on a chair on the porch, sunbathing. I just need to remember to turn him over so he won't get bleached on one side.

Closed doors, bald dogs

So many things to write about! So much time that I spend doing other things instead! Ah, the springtime, when the grassy bit outside the library is all wet so you have to find a different place to lounge!

I started writing a really long post the other day (er, last week) but never finished it. Looking back, I can only think this is good thing, 'cause the post was sorta suckish. Sleep deprivation, people! Horrible stuff.

Listening to Green Day for the first time in a while (old GD, not their new icky stuff)...

Oh! I was going to tell you abut when our Etymology teacher locked us in our classroom by accident.

See, we're all sitting down nice and pretty-like, reviewing our homework ("And a lot of people have tried to imitate Madonna, but she's unique! Nobody can do it!" says the teacher). After a few minutes, there's a knock at the door and the pretty girl that thinks that she can smile at teachers and get good grades (she's not stupid, but I guess she's conditioned herself never to think unless she ABSOLUTELY has to, i.e., once or twice a year) asks if she can come in. The teacher tried to open the door, but couldn't. After abut ten minutes and a lot of students trying to pry the door open with metal rulers, brute force, etc., the teacher was all,

"Are you still there?"

Silence.

"Helloooooooo? Shh! You're not letting me hear!" But it's pretty much impossible not to laugh in that situation, unless you really have to pee or something.

"Hello?"

"Hello, who is this? Can you please get a janitor? We're locked in."

BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!

So anyway, it turns out all you had to do was pull a little knob on the door, but nobody figured it out until the janitor pried the door open and demonstrated.

Oh, and today my friend's cousin brought her xoloitzcuintle, the most adorable little baby puppy ever! My friend has one too... a family matter, I guess :P


Since she's bald, she's like a little warm lump of doggy. And I got to snuggle her and feed her apple! And she was so grateful she snogged me. And I let her, 'cause you know, it's rude to jerk your face away at the last moment and all.

Guess what I'm (not) doing!

I must say, I do hate homework.

And getting up early.

And cockroaches, and the coffee they sell at school (tastes like dirt, ugh), and when the battery runs out in your watch, or when the printer runs out of ink, and that cheap nail polish that never dries properly and remains forever gooey, and MOSQUITOES!, and when teachers give you cheap photocopies or make you use a heavy book, and when my back and my eyes hurt from using the computer way too long, and the way I feel after eating too much ice cream.

But I like beetles, and the vanilla cappuccino from the stand outside school (comes with a cookie!), or when my watch isn't too tight or too loose, or when the printer is feeling nice and doesn't make that weird white line on the side of the page, and my mom's clear nail polish-stuff that dries really fast, and swatting mosquitoes, or when teachers give you warm photocopies that are already stapled, you don't have to buy a book for any given class, and when I used to have my big comfy chair which my mom stole, and I LOVE to eat ice cream.

So it's all balanced out, I guess. I am a Libra, after all. Other people get to be fish and crabs and stuff, but I'm always a boring set of scales. That weighs stuff. Like raw meat. Ew.

Oh, and I love this song, too. The live version is awesome, 'cause you see Jemaine (guy on couch) switch between the narrator, Albi and the kid. And a the end he and Bret (guy in the box) talk a bit about racism in New Zealand XD



So I've been singing that in my head for about a week and a half...

Weekend post! whee!

Right now I'm renewing my scholarship (which everybody has but nobody needs, so they buy clothes and watch movies and spend on stuff they don't need- I do it too, but hey, I usually do use a good bit of it on school supplies). Amongst other things, you have to select your nationality from a drop-down menu:

MEXICO
ARGENTINA
PERU
HAITI
USA
ANGOLA
ITALY

Are those all the options? I mean, like, you can't be French? Or Armenian? Or Nigerian?

Or is it because those are the only nationalities of people who are due to renew their scholarship...? (In which case, never mind)

Oh, but the annoying thing is, the options for "birth place" are only places inside Mexico. That IS annoying. If you select

"-"

it goes,

I need your birth pace, you moron! I can't give you money if you won't even tell me where you were BORN! JESUS! WE DON'T EVEN TALK ANYMORE!! WHO ARE YOU?? AND WHERE WERE YOU LAST NIGHT??? YOU WERE OUT DRINKING, WEREN'T YOU!? I BET YOU SPENT ALL THE MONEY I GAVE YOU ON BOOZE! AND DRUGS! I BET YOU DO DRU--

to which I reply with

YOU BASTARD!! YOU DON'T KNOW ANYTHING ABOUT ME!! MY NANA IS SICK, SHE NEEDS MEDICI--

actually, maybe you don't need to know about our private little spats. We make up later when I blackmail him her it.

Anyhoodle. Even if you select Haiti or whatever, the birth places are STILL ALL PLACES IN MEXICO. This leaves me rather disgruntled.

I shall go drown my woes in chocolate milk and ice cream.

PS. Happy birthday, Mom!

Today is the first day of the rest of your life.

I hate that phrase. It's depressing!

Today is also the first day of school, and I am now a fifth grader. I've got privileges, mwahahahaha! Like the privilege of making money by selling my old notebooks to gullible newbies.

So today I got up nice and early, and my first class was History- with an insane old woman, who told us she'd been in jail for the last two years because she hit some students "too hard", and called us dog-faced kids, and then informed us that she was well-practiced at throwing her metal ruler at her students (I don't know what to think of her... she's funny, but kind of very weird)

That's the only thing truly worth mentioning as for actual classes (except perhaps the Math teacher, who gave us three-hundred-and-something exercises, some of which we have to solve twice using different methods, to de-rust our brains from the oxygen we got during the holidays, I suppose).

Anyway, I didn't have any free periods today, so I had to do all my socializing afterwards :P

My best fwendy only had two classes today, and a lot of free time in between. Also, unlike yours truly, many her classmates are far from the ugly side. Agh! It was like this last year, too! Why does she get all the cute ones?? Seriously, in my class there is one (ONE) dude who is okay.

Pfffft.

Oh, and I decided to take an extra-curricular class thingy, Museology & Restoration. It sounds fun (unlike, say, banking, or accounting) and half of it is workshop-stuff; now I can try to salvage our ancient copy of Anne of Green Gables that my sister's hamster tried to snack on. It's three extra hours a day, every day, and a lot of work, but I think I'm going to enjoy it.

Or at least I hope I'm going to. Otherwise I just signed up for about 500 hours of hell.

zzzzzr

It's my last day of holidays, and I don't feel like doing anything...


T-T Hug me!

FAIL

There I was, ready and willing to make brownies. Brownies, so delicious, so easy, so family-pleasing! A new brownie recipe! Yum!

And then 15 minutes later I'm chiseling away the last of the scrambled eggs/ brown sugar/ butter ROCK that fell in love with- and decidedly attached itself to- the poor spoon that had the misfortune of meeting my hand in the cutlery drawer.

Although I must say, the parts of it that hadn't formed into a solid mass the consistency of steel were pretty tasty! Especially considering what it looked like. Something along the lines of fine asphalt, but brown.

Anyway, how in the world (outer space?) did that happen? I've made tons of brownies! And they were all good.