Evil School Kids and such...

Well my dear readers, it is time for an update, as my life has drastically changed since I last posted. I got rid of that post, by the way, because it was immature (though true) and had started to irritate me.

Anyway, I am now attending public high school!.......

No screams? Ok, moving on...

One day on a last resort, I had my mom call the school to see if I could go. It being six weeks into the school year, and me going into 10th and not 9th, she left a message about it and we all went back to our lives. The next day we got a call back from a counsler at the school, and I immediately went into shock when my mother informed me that I could go.
The next few days were filled with sleepless nights, crying, and going back and forth about wether to stick homeshooling out another year and wait for college, or to go to school. Finaly, I made my decsision: I was going to school and whatever happened, happened.
Then we went to the doctor for a check up....and found out that the school would probably not let me in because I didn't have my two MMR shots. I was dissapointed, but decided then and there that this was fate, and as it was now out of my hands, I would make due and accept whichever future was provided for me. Well, the MMR turned out not to be a problem, and three days later I started my first day of school at age 15.

It's very different from homeschooling, and people are always asking me if it was different from what I expected it to be. To quell your impending question, no it was not different, because I have no idea what I expected. All this happened in a period of under a week. One day I was a lonely, bored homeschooling with too much time on her hands, and litterally the next day I had more stuff then I could handle. So I had no time to dream about what school would be, much less put them into words. Anyway, I have forntunately now gotten into the grove of things, so all aspects of it are considerably easier.

Well folks, that's the update on my life. Lovely, no?

PREGNANT...

No, not me, you sickos! But Faith is. Hurrah!! They (of course) don't know what gender it is, and are not going to find out (apparently) until the birth.

I've decided to call it Gumbi. I don't care if the nick name doesn't stick with other people, but whether it be a girl or a boy, it's name is now Gumbi. They may choose to ignore my silly name and call it Samantha, Gerald, Cornelia or whatever, but GUMBI I DUB THEE.

And that's that.

Phlegilem Muscles, and other crap I made up off the top of my head

Ok, I made that whole thing up about blowing water through your pores, using your phlegilem muscles (ya think??). It was incredibally stupid, but I needed to write something, and I wanted to see if anyone actually tried it. I'm very sad to say that...I did. It didn't work, of course, and I just ended up blowing water everywhere.

So...did anyone actually try?

No?

Not even a little bit?


Oh. Ok. I-I understand.

A post simply titled: it

Terribly sorry for a month lacking of posts (although you probably didn't sit by the computer every day, waiting for a post to appear...).

I am very happy right now, because I looked up, and there sat an open bag of red&white mints, just waiting for me!! I didn't know they lived here; what a perfect surprise!

Isn't this heat terrible?? In some parts of our county, it was over 100 degrees!! Here it was 95, and I felt like I was frying. It's horrible, and there's no good place in our house to go to cool off. Last night, I had this big fan pointed straight at me on my bed, and it was turned to super speed. Only then was I able to drift off. My only relief has been swimming in the village pool, and at the Hogan's. It's crazy, I tell you.

Hey, did you know that if you swallowed some water, plugged your nose, closed your mouth (and your food/liquid pipe) and blew really hard, it comes out of your pores? It's just very little tinie-winie drops, but it's something about water squeezing through the phlegilem muscles, and through the outer pores on your cheeks and nose. It's the strangest feeling ever; you should try it!


That post was informative, hands-on, apoligetic, and tottally random, all in one!! Don't you just adore me?

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Cause you had a bad day...

Yes, I surely did, and this is how it went: Yesterday evening, Grace, my mom and I went to this meeting for an upcoming history class I'm taking. When the meeting was over at about 8:40, we got in the car and started it up. I felt it shaking and I was like,

"Uhh...that can't be good.."

"Oh goodness!" My mother cried, looking at the dashboard, "We're totally out of gas!" Grace quickly turned off the car to preserve the gas while we thought,

"Ok," My mom said, "Just start it again and go real slow. I think there's a gas station just down the hill." So Grace started the car...and it shuddered and conked out. Great. So here we were, stuck in a college parking lot with no gas, people who we didn't really know, and darkness settling in around us.

"Well, we should walk down the hill and see if they have a gas can." So we walked about two blocks down until the Mobil came into sight. Once we arrived, we asked the smiley young man if he had a gas can, and he informed us, with a smile, that no he had none. So we once again set off, this time walking a mile uphil to another gas station. On the way up, my mom decided to take off her shoes (cause they were apparently hurting her feet) which caused great discomfort with me and Grace. We told her the sidewalks were super dirty, but she didn't listen. Grace's frazzled nerves were set off once again, when I turned my head to look at some guys who had beeped at us. She said I was the perfect target for them, and I told her there was nothing wrong with looking to see who it was who was BEEPING AT YOU! *sigh*
Anyway, we reached the other gas station, and asked if they had anything. After the girl looked for about 5 or 10 minutes, she found this small, dinky gas can, and sold it to us for 10 dollars! What a rip-off! But we, being desperate people, took it, and made the mile trek back to our car.
Once there, we realized that we didn't know how to use the can, so it took us 20 minutes to actually figure it out, then pump the half gallon into the tank.
We finally were able to drive down the hill to the Mobil, fill our tank, and wash the disgusting smell of gasoline off our hands...all while getting attacked by Mayflies.

Hooray.


Cause you had a bad day
You're taking one down
You sing a sad song just to turn it around
You say you don't know
You tell me don't lie
You work at a smile and you go for a ride
You had a bad day
The camera don't lie
You're coming back down and you really don't mind
You had a bad day
You had a bad day

Joy's Opinion On: Rap/Hiphop

It mostly sucks, and not just because I hate the sound of it, but because most of it is lewd, pointless and obnoxios. Probably one of the only songs I like that includes rap in it is "Where'd you go?" by Fort Minor. Also this one Eminem song I heard a while ago, but I don't know what it was called...

50 Cent is cute, but his music blows. (I like his dimple)...Ok, moving on...

Ok, I'll admit that I also like Usher's "Yeah" (I think it's in the hiphop genre...), but only because there's some sort of an inside joke in there, right Dd? Oh, same with "Gold Digger."

Ok, so "Yeah"; "Gold Digger"; the Eminem song; and "Where'd you go?" are just about it.

Who here hates Missy Elliot? Please rais your hands people...or else I may never post on this thing again. If no one does, my faith in humanity is shattered. I beseach thee, RAISE YOUR HAND