Ronald McDonald

Today, we had an assembly at school. Ronald McDonald came. I hate him. And get this: he was telling us to be healthy!

Oh Fudge. It Looks Kind of Like it, Anyhow...

Oh, mercy. My brother soiled himself on his way home from daycare. S made him clean it up, and he failed. Oh, how he failed...... It was all over the bathroom. In the sink, ALL over the toilet, EVERYWHERE. So S called Mom, and Mom told us to clean it up. Oh....... I'm so glad I'm finished. Poor S had to clean the toilet. the kid got it smeared on the base. Dad just called and asked if Mom was back yet. She's not, and he asked if he could talk to S. I told him she was busy. He asked with what. I told him, and he started to LAUGH. If he were there in person, I would have smacked him. I don't really care if he's my father, he deserves to be smacked for laughing like that. I swear, I almost vomited while in there. Luckily, we had plastic gloves and cloths to cover our mouths with. Mercy........ I will NEVER be a mother. NEVER.

She Told You Not to Fall off the Curb! (But it's Okay to Run Into the Fence)

Once this kid who I shall call Bob (CW in a past post (see Picasso painted the Sixteenth Chapel))  fell off the curb, so my friend makes fun of him for it. Anyhow, I was walking home from school with Bob and my friend, and before we left, my friend called out, "Don't fall off the curb, Bob!" So we started off. And it was a really cold soggy day, and Bob was reading instead of watching where he was going and he fell off the curb and stepped into a puddle, ergo, soaking his foot. I couldn't help but laugh. "M (this shall be the code name for my friend) told you not to fall off the curb!" I called to him, looking back. Then I ran into the fence. It hurt really badly, but it was hilarious. I couldn't stop laughing.

Here are some pics:

How are You Coming Along?

Today we had a substitute, and I just call her Ew because I hate her and she has 'Ew' in her name. Anyhow, today during math, she came over and told my friend and me to stop drawing and to work on math. And if there is one thing I hate about myself, it's that whenever someone tells me 'no', I practically start crying, and go into this melancholy state, where I don't feel like doing anything. So, seeing as Ew told us stop doing that, which is basically the same thing as no, I went into my depression state. Later, Ew came over and asked us how we were doing on the assignment, and if we understood. We both said yes, and Ew left. A few minutes later, the high school girl who comes and helps out in our class asked how we were coming along on our assignment. Slightly annoyed, we told her we were doing well and understood everything. A few minutes later, the mom who volunteers in our class asked how we were doing. Quite frustrated, I said, "Gosh, why can't you people stop asking me this?!?" She is a pretty good-tempered lady, and apologized for asking how I was. Then, a few minutes later, Ew came up to us and asked us how we were coming along again. This time I was really ticked off. She should have known better! She already asked us once! Quite angry, I shouted, "I'm fine! You asked me before, and I said I was fine! I'm still fine! Please leave me alone!" Apparently, Ew hadn't been yelled at before, and was not happy about it. "I am the teacher, and stopping by to see how you're doing is my job. And seeing you talking with your friend over here looks like you don't understand what I'm teaching." She sounded mad, but she hadn't raised her voice, because she didn't want to attract attention. "Well excuse me for wanting to work in peace, and for the record, I hardly talked to my friend during this assignment." I snapped. Ew doesn't seem to enjoy back-talk. "What is your name?" Her voice was sharp and demanding. Still posing a defiant face, I told her my name. She stalked off to her desk, probably to write a note to our teacher that I was being sassy. You see, I have only once been on a teacher's bad side, and even then, I wasn't far on their bad side, so this was a new experience for me. Since I've only once been on a teacher's bad side, I'm usually on their good side, and then some. So when our teacher finds this note saying I was naughty, he'll probably ship Ew off to a mental facility.

Picasso Painted the Sixteenth Chapel

I was in math, and CW was passing out papers for our assignment, but he didn't pass any to the guys on my table, because he doesn't really like them at all. One boy protested. "Hey, dork, you forgot to pass me a paper!" "Sheesh," CW said passing him a paper. "Ya, took you long enough!" The boy said. "As long as it took Picasso to paint the Sixteenth Chapel!" He laughed at his own joke. Now, Picasso didn't paint the Sixteenth Chapel, nor was it called the Sixteenth Chapel. If you're an idiot, I'll tell you: Michelangelo painted the Sistine Chapel, but I decided to keep this information to myself, lest he think I'm a nerd.

Also, today our class had a foam cube fight. It started when my teacher was throwing the little cubes at people who were talking, and then someone threw a cube back, and then it was mayhem. But it was fun mayhem. 

Oh Fudge.

That is my new phrase. Whether I'm surprised, mad, or frustrated, I'll say fudge. I really don't know why. I just do. Anyhow, I am getting obsessed with Owl City. I listen to it EVERY DAY. Currently, my fave song is Rainbow Veins. Also, I'm going through Warriors withdrawals. I finished the first series, and my friend is still reading it, so I promised her that I wouldn't start New Prophesy until she finished the series. I'm getting desperate. But if I continue reading, I'll get further ahead of her that I already am, and I am getting sick of discussing the books in a series of blanks. Example:
Friend: Oh, my gosh, this is so intense!!!
Me: What part are you at?

SPOILER ALERT FOR THOSE READING THE FIRST SERIES AND HAVEN'T GOTTEN PAST THE FOURTH BOOK

Friend: There was a fire and a tree fell, and Yellowfang and Halftail are trapped in camp!!!
Me: Oh! :( Then blank blank blank blank blank blank blank happens! It was so sad!
Friend: ???

Ya... it's tough.