ahh the joys of the weekend.

well, my computer is temporarily working, though it probably will break in a few days which'll make me super happy. I'm not supposed to be on here at the moment, but oh freaking well. my parents are asleep, and they'll never know.

so. football game was... interesting. well, the game wasn't, the game was a football game which is guys in protective gear getting a chance to grab each other and not be called gay. wait, that's wrestling. my bad. anyways, it was more of the conversations (that shouldn't be plural actually, but for the element of surprise I'll leave it that way) that made the game... interesting. i won't delve, cause no one'll read this anyways, and i don't need teachers knowing all about my problems (no offence, you're awesome and all, but i know you don't actually want to know).

i am going to the olive garden tomorrow... well, today. and then tomorrow I'll be going to church, which if you know me it would make your eyes pop out of your head and you'd laugh. Jesus and I aren't exactly homies, so church and I aren't well acquainted anymore either. I'm happy that my parents don't force me to go, but i know that it'll be appreciated by my friend that I go Sunday...

Monday then, I'll be Reese's Peanut Butter Cup at the front of Hershey Park from 1015 till 445. aka, alone in a room for a half hour at a time and hugging children that I don't know. hopefully i wont get groped or have a big black lady's boob on my arm, cause that actually happens a lot.

blah.

my bed is calling me, though my phone is still getting texts...

ahh the fun I'll have sorting things in my mind.

i wish myself luck.


D:

ahh the joys of hair.

So.
I have made an observation today.

Have you ever noticed that a lot of mentally handicapped kids have really bad hair. It's bad enough that people make fun of them for something that they can't help. But ontop of their mental disability, they have a mullet attepting to cover it up.

Can't they just have a half decent haircut? Then they wouldn't get made fun of for that too. The least that could happen is a little less mullets in the world. If they can't make the hair look good shorter, just let it grow out, but without the whole, business in the front, party in the back.

Someone said that they probably have bad hair because they can't sit still long enough to get something done. But see, you could have a challenge on Shear Genius where they have to cut a mentally handicapped kids hair. That'd be a good challenge for them.

Then we could see if Charlie could manage.

More on this later.

ahh the joys of school.

So it took me a bit of time to figure out what to name this thing, but then I kinda remembered this one time when I was really young and my dad decided to put that theme song thing from Mister Rogers Neighborhood in the background of him talking for our answering machine. So I decided on being creative instead of putting my name with a number for this stuff.

ok, so normally when i write online I don't use the shift key unless I am writing like, a narrative or something, so I'm sorry if i don't use it that often or switch back and forth between using the shift key or not.

cute shoes = hurting toes. It makes me pretty mad that sute shoes always has to make your toes hurt like a son of a motherless billy goat. then you have to be a pansy and change your shoes halfway through the day and get dirty looks as you walk through the halls barefoot carrying your shoes. people tend to look at you kinda funny when you're barefoot in the halls, especially if they're kids that don't know you and think that you're just some freakish senior.

me = not a freakish senior.

...


or at least that freakish.




.:EDIT:.
So, procrastingating is pretty fun, and doing what you're not supposed to be doing is even better. i won't mention any names, but i actually like it when both eyes are on you, not one eye on you and the other drifting to the door. it's just a tad bit distracting.

i hate it when you want to write, but you can't think of what to put down. you can fell your fingers yearning to hit the keys and click away, putting words together to make your thoughts whole, but your brain just won't settle on one thing to put down. so when you can't figure out what to put down, then you just start to rant and rave like a lunatic.

and then class is over.

ahh the joys...

expect another edit sometime probably.