Oh, I am sorry. Did I say happy? I meant sad.
You are probably wondering why I am so bitter, and the truth is, is because life is unfair. Really, you've noticed it too? Like ten years ago, eh? Hm...I suppose I'm a little late then.
Pillowcase Academy is deathly unfair. I cannot believe it. I just came back from perusing (funny word) a website I used to be active on. I saw some of my old friends. I read their blogs. OH dear. And it seems they are just getting along fine without me. I suppose I feel like a dirty washcloth. Oh, goodness, no, not that kind of dirty. What a dirty mind you have, and yes, I do mean that dirty. Let me go on with my washcloth story before you rudely interrupted. What is that? No, don't go! I didn't mean that! What...don't walk away! You got your mother and your brother every other undercover telling you what to say! You think I'm stupid, but the truth is that it's cupid, baby, loving you has made me this way! So before you point your finger get your hand off of my trigger. You need to know the situation's getting older now the more you talk the less I can say! Hey! Kelly Clarkson is the best. Where is your heart? You found me. But Since you've been gone. My life would suck without you. I'd hate myself for losing you. Hear me.
Me and My Vacuum. (A Quest For Cleanliness) (True Story) (Not a Vacuum where you don't have gravity, a vacuum where you suck things. Err...not like that) (I just wanted to do another Parentheses)
The world is very unfair indeed.Earlier I had wanted to open a bag of Fiddle Faddle. If you do not know what this is, it is basically popcorn covered in some kind of sweet, fattening flavoring usually accompanied with peanuts. Anyways, I could not open this...silver, plastic...I don't know what it is called!...bag, but had a hard time. You know what I thought? I thought, pretend this is the world, M, pretend that you want to tear the world apart. And so I did. But apparently I tore it too much and the popcorn burst out, flying in all directions.
I stood frozen, ripped bag in hand, and thought, OH NO, as any sane person would. But I suppose any sane person would have gotten scissors to open the bag, but alas, I hadn't thought of that. So here I am, thinking, how should I clean up this mess without Anons noticing? The answer was simple! Trash can! I snatched the purple trash can from below the piano and set it right at the side of the bed, where I diligently (what's the word?!) swept the popcorn crumbs into it. But, woe! My hands became irrefutably sticky. There were only two options, I could lick my bed (for the popcorn had fallen on my bed) free of crumbs, or I could get the vacuum. I opted the for the vacuum.Unfortunately, we own a very old vacuum, I am not sure how old, and it is big and heavy. I had to haul the big, heavy vacuum up the stairs, heaving with the effort, because my left leg had oddly became sore yesterday and today.
Finally! We arrived at my (insert destination here). But how to operate it? I got the big thing that looked like a snake and successfully attatched it to something that looked rather a lot like the head of a hammerhead shark. After that, I was all set. Except, I needed to turn the on button on. Where was the on button? The next minute was spent searching for the on button, where I found it and pressed it. Ah! What oblivion! The hammerhead shark sucked the life out of my bed, and would not move. I had to exert a greater force to get it moving. I cannot count how many times (five) the hammerhead shark would deattach itself and then I'd have to pause and continue.
My work was done. My bed was free of crumbs. Hopefully. No use waking up tomorrow with a sticky crumb stuck to my derriere. After that, I was sweaty and unexpectedly happy. The floor looked inviting, so I began vacuuming that too. And then, sweaty and happy, I vacuumed the whole top floor carpet! How proud I was! What purpose my life had! But then it was time for dinner, where I had to eat fettuccini and french bread. The end.
Lollipop Land or Ghetto Grounds?
The piano. I seem to have grown attatched to it. I play it more often now. I suppose it is because I have to practice for it to my audition to...let's call this school Lollipop Land. Okay, let me descrive Lollipop Land. I haven't been there, but most of Lollipop Land is made of smart people.
ou have to audtion to be in there and submit and application and actually appear there (obviously). You have to have high grades. But mostly it is a school for the arts. I cannot draw or anything, my art is writing. Now, I want to be around intelligent people, not dum-dums. But on the other hand...
The other option for school is...let's call it Ghetto Grounds. Alright, Ghetto Grounds, the name speaks for itself. The school is full of dum-dums and the campus is untidy and disastrous. The rating on Greatschools for this school is a 3 out of 10. for Lollipop Land, 7 out of 10. Ten being the best.
I don't want to go to Ghetto Grounds. Yet, I don't want to go to Lollipop Land, either. Accroding to Greatschools, they are extremely strict and there is too much homework. Goodness. My friends tell me to go to Ghetto Grounds. Sometimes I want to go to Ghetto Grounds, but when I am especially upset with my classmates I want to go to Lollipop Land. In Lollipop Land, though, I will not know anybody and anybody would not know me. Well, maybe except for one person. In Ghetto Grounds, I would know many people and have a real (insert type of school) experience.
Now the other complication. When we moved to this house, we inferred that I was going to attend Ghetto Grounds. So, I told my best friend (no, not Beethoven the Bear or Delma. I didn't know them months ago) that I was going to Ghetto Grounds. Now she wants to go to Ghetto Grounds, too, but she doesn't live anywhere in the area. She will be very upset when I tell her that I might go to Lollipop Land.
Grrr...I want to be around intelligent people, but what if they are unfriendly? I don't want to move schools again. Look at me rambling about myself like some narcissist! Which I am sometimes...where's a mirror when you need one? Aha! Yes. Now that that complication is solved, I will stop pestering you about my trivial troubles, although they are not in the least trivial to me.
I Seem to be Getting Deaf
Ahh! There is some kind of liquid stuck inside my right ear! I am deaf! Ah! Woe is me, truly. How uncomfortable!!! Ugh. Ooh! On the radio Just Dance (Lady Gaga) is playing. Whoo. *Does little jig* I lost my phone...
Goodness, whatever is stuck inside my ear -Just dance. Just dance - is really stuck deep inside. Ugh. It feels like when you're swimming and water gets in your ear, except this has been going on for three days. I am afraid I am destined to be deaf. Oh, dear. I do not want to be deaf - Just dance, it's gonna be okay. Set that record, babe. Gonna be okay. Dance - Lady Gaga says that if I dance everything is going to be okay! *Moves arms in wave movement* It's not working! Never trust someone named Lady Gaga...
The Diary of Anne Frank
Anne Frank is bi. Or at least according to my classmates. Apparently, there is a page in the diary where Anne wants to touch her own personal things and her girl friend's personal things. Then there is another part on the same page where Anne wants to kiss a girl. Maybe Katy Perry is Anne Frank reincarnated?Nah...
I, myself, do not care and is not as rowdy as my dum-dum classmates about this. I feel that it is natural, and I am not discriminatory against any race or any gays, lesbians, etc. etc. This should be no different. My classmates wanted to vote No on 8, yet here they are, talking about how bi Anne Frank is and giggling like preppy school girls. Goodness! If I am not transfered into an environment of understanding and repsect, I shall blow up!
It's Beginning to Look A Lot Like Spring
So it is! Was it only a week and a day ago that I saw purple lightning and heard the powering thunder? Today was as hot as ...down there... I was extremely disappointed with nature. We are supposed to be in winter, and a winter we had naught. The sun still shines and the clouds are scarce. Bah! I am one who enjoys the rain, and the sun is not fulfilling my wishes. They (the weather channel) say that we are going to have rain on the weekend. I'll be moosed. The weather is channel is always wrong and the cloudless night is not stirring much hope in my thunder loving soul. Oh, help me!
Learn from Your Own Mistakes!!!!
Anon keeps teling me that wise people learn from others mistakes. Well, I'll be moosed once more! What if you are a hermit and there are not people to learn from? I learn from my own mistakes, thank you very much. For however can we learn from others mistakes? We should punish ourselves via karma so that we hope never to do whatever-it-is again. How can we strive to undo our mistakes if we cannot even understand the feeling of which we are trying to undo? Despicable.
Silly Mistakes
Silly mistakes...my past teacher has said that much too often for my liking. Silly mistake. Are they trying to call us silly? Well, I for one am not silly! I am honest, and that brings me to my next topic. We do not make silly mistakes in life, do not be discouraged! We make honest mistakes. We are human beings (well, most of us. I certainly hope so) and that is what is called from us. Even perfectionists have defects! Yes, maybe their kidney is not exactly the right shade of color...see! We are all imperfect, honestly. So the next time someone tells you, "Ah! It's just a silly mistake." Whether it be a test, an assignment, a misunderstanding, you tell them, "I am not silly! It is called an honest
mistake, you alien from Mars!"And the dispute should be settled.
Apricot, Apricot
I realized a few days ago there are varying ways in which to say apricot. Like tomato, tomato, Or potato, potato. Or Carribean, Carribean, although people hardly ever say that. I have a new one! Apricot, apricot!Here are the two ways in which they can be pronounced -
Ah-pree-caught
Ay-preh-caught
Brilliant, aren't I, to have noticed that?
Well, folks, I guess that is all for today. My formatting seems to be off, so excuse the extra added spaces. I am not a computer geek and do not want to blow up my computer again. Today, I feel wise, and probably I am. OHMYGEE! Do you know what that means? When I am older, I will be super wise. And then super-duper-wise. Yes, I am on a wise path. And you should find your wise path, too.
I leave you now with a happiness quote, because happiness is the only thing we are striving for and happiness is the only reason we are living - V Bored. Copyright.
Okay, here's the real quote.
"As people spin faster and faster in the pursuit of merely personal happiness, they become exhausted in the futile effort of chasing themselves" - Andrew Delbanco
"Jumping for joy is good exercise" - Author Unknown
I decided on two happiness quotes.
Viva La Vida!!! And long live happiness!!! Don't want to be shattered and miserable, now. Don't turn the car around! I know what you're thinking - "My, aren't we the optimist today?" Yes and no. I am more pessimistic than optimistic. There is much to be done and much to be lived.
After the Break,
V Bored.
(Oh, dear! I realized that I revealed part of my true name in the post above! Quick! Let me fix it before...AHHHH! No, my cursor just clicked the Publish Post button on its own! I curse you cursor!)
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