Blerk

Blerk.  That is probably the best word to describe how I'm feeling right now.  Just... blerk.

I have a feeling it might have something to do with the large amount of food and small amount of sleep I've had over the past two days.  I went to bed pretty late on Friday, woke up early on Saturday because I had to, skipped breakfast and had a five guys burger, soda, and unholy amount of fries for lunch.  Then I had some of the Greek BBQ themed dinner my parents and visiting relatives concocted.  Then a few cookies.  I skipped breakfast again today and, wouldn't you know it, I got taken to Five Guys again for lunch.  Then I had a rather large cup of frozen yogurt.  So now I have simultaneous head and stomach aches.

Now it's time to go out to dinner with my family.  More food and loud conversations to make my head worse.  And you know what I have to say to that?

Blerk.

Great Expectations

This is a post from a few months ago, I dug it up in my drafts folder and it turned out it was entirely finished.  Inexplicably, I just forgot to publish it.  So here you go:

To put it mildly, this day did not quite live up to my expectations.  Have you ever had one of those days?  You know the ones I mean, where you're expecting the day to go well and actually have motivation to wake up in the morning, but once it begins you just want to crawl back into bed again?  At least the worst is over... I hope.  I mean, I'm home from school, right?  (Looks around nervously for piano about to fall on head.)

So with today's theme song (Bad Day by Daniel Powter) in my headphones, I'm going to write down all of today's horrors in organized timetable format, and hope that it will help take away a little bit of today's utter horrible-ness.

5:56 am: I Inexplicably woke up four minutes before alarm clock and failed to fall back asleep.
6:00 am: Alarm clock goes off.
6:28 am: I couldn't find my favorite shirt and was forced to wear a sweater that my friend told me makes me look "like a mom."
7:05 am: I tried to buy some skittles from the vending machine at school, and it ate my dollar.
7:05:30 am: Skittles cost an entire dollar.
11:13 am: In english class we got our new reading assignment; Great Expectations by Charles Dickens.  It's HUGE and so far the plot kind of creeps me out... I'm 2 chapters in and all that's happened is the main character Pip has been abused by his older sister and a runaway convict in a graveyard.  Where he was visiting the tombs of his dead parents and four dead siblings.  It's going to be a long six weeks.
12:35 pm: This girl I really don't like came and sat at our table at lunch  (Alright, I'll admit that I'm getting a little nitpicky here but at this point there weren't many things that wouldn't set me off.)
1:31 pm: In history I got assigned a huge research paper that requires visual aids, in text citation and has to be five to six pages long.
2:20 pm: By the time I got outside after last period, I couldn't find my bus and my mom was at work.  Therefore I had to walk home from school through the ice and piles of semi-melted snow.  Also, it was about 20 degrees out.
3:02 pm: I finally arrive home cold and tired.  And guess what?  We're out of hot coca mix.

So there's the story of my horrible day.  And now it's probably about to get a lot worse because, let's face it, who wants to read a blog where someone just sits and complains all the time?  Now you're probably thinking "Ick.  I'm never coming back here again." And thus, you will leave me forever.

Please don't go.  I love you! <3

Oh, come on, not like that. You know what I mean.  The 'love' means that I highly appreciate and respect the fact that you even bother to venture over to this sad little patch of internet and listen to my tangents, proclamations, lists, and dreadful attempts at humor.  Because you do that; this is for you:

Did you know that skittles cost a dollar?  One WHOLE dollar!  Think about it... that means that with four dollars you can get a gallon of gas... or four packages of skittles.  What is our world coming to?

Muppets, English Class and My Strange Friends

When I was about eight years old, my favorite thing to watch was old episode of The Muppet Show that my parents had on DVD in our basement.  For those who don't know, The Muppet Show is basically one of the best television shows ever, and you can learn all about it by reading it's wikipedia page.  

Thanks to TMS, little me discovered the Beatles, as well as a lot of other famous people and things from long long ago, but the episode I remember the most was the one where Elton John guest starred.  The show opened on a scene with Elton sitting at a piano in what can only be described as a glittery peacock outfit surrounded by crocodiles and singing his famous song, Crocodile Rock.  I highly recommend you watch it:

Now that I've shared that with you, dear reader, I am going to tell you a little bit more about my infamous 5th period English class.  You might think that, because it's May, the class would be winding down a little bit.  Right?  Wrong.  In fact, it's pretty much the opposite.  We're learning about the 6 types of phrases in the english language.  And the proper usage of the words 'who' and 'whom.'  And how to write a persuasive essay.  And the Odyssey.  Impressed?  So am I.  But that really doesn't make up for the fact that I put in an insane amount of time into my persuasive essay these past few weeks.  Maybe I'll post it here once I finish.  But only if I get an A.

Finally, the last third of this three part post.  (I just combined 3 super short ones.)  As the school year draws to a close, my friends have started creating drama for themselves and those around them.  It seems like a tradition, doesn't it?  There's all this business about who likes who and what people have been saying about each other.  I'm pretty tired of it, honestly.  At first it kept things interesting and since no one was getting hurt or anything I didn't really complain about it, but now it's just starting to get on my nerves.  Just so we're clear, it's not all of my friends I'm having this problem with.  Just certain ones.  And other ones who seem to only have one topic of  conversation sometimes, which is the business with the drama friends.

At this point, I feel like I can't do anything without being judged.  So most days after school I just come home, eat, get absorbed in english homework and spend an hour or two reading my life is average.com.  (An awesome website by the way, I suggest you go there.)  And I try to forget about how my friends make me almost as worried as I am about some of my actual classes.  Sigh.

And sorry for not posting in a while.  I've been trying to work on a 'project' lately... this summer when I actually have free time I want to start a youtube channel, so when I find a free twenty minutes I've started working on scripts and stuff instead of this blog.  So again, sorry.  I have a long weekend coming up, so hopefully I can go through and finish all my half posts sitting around my blogger account collecting dust.

Happy Monday Eve...