Wow, talk about not having blogged in a while.  Ha, totally love that word, blogged.  It's so cool!

Y'know, I love random words like that that people just tend to turn into verbs.  Like... well I can't think of any right now, but all you people, you know what I'm talking about, don't lie.

Chhhhokay, so.  French final tomorrow in the morning.  Studied with Jared today.  We actually got something done, yay us!  Then English final after lunch.  Studied with Mia yesterday, ended up studying History instead.  T'was fun, especially since she made an analogy between history and cheese.  Tres tres funny.  Never forget it.

It's late, and I have nothing to do.  Woot, go me!  Oh, and the Texans who are staying at my house?  Well, the first grader Jack?  Who's got a ginormous crush on me?  WON'T LEAVE ME ALONE!  It was cute at first, but whatever.  He's getting kinda... forward now.  We were watching Kicking and Screaming, and I got cold and laid out over the couch since no one else was sitting there, and curled under a blanket, and a few minutes later he hopped up on my legs, and as time went by, he slowly slid down and then laid down almost ontop of me o_O  Creepy much?  AND OMG HE CHECKS UP ON ME LIKE A PARANOID BOYFRIEND!  Or parent for that matter.  Just bursts in my door to see what I'm doing.  I've had to start locking it so he doesn't come in when I'm changing.  Bleh.  Boys.  This is why I go for men.

Aside: I LOVE THE SMELL OF MAN!  And that's the story of my life... yeahhhh...

Just to let people know... the Exorcist... really isn't all that scary.  It bored me to death, I have to say.  I almost fell asleep.  Maybe I just don't have any feelings left in my cold body, but yeah, it was boring.

No one wanted to sit next to me during dinner that day... they thought I was on something.  It's not MY fault Jared gave me a hostess thingie for a snack, which was purely made of SUGAR. 

And I'm pissed at the twins.  Couldn't they have at LEAST asked EARLIER rather than LAST MINUTE?!  My parents had the bed made and everything.  And ontop of it, it totally ruined my night.  I was upset and crestfallen, because I had been looking forward to it for almost a week.  They had a whole goddamned week to make sure.  Grrr...
(Anyone who knows the situation knows what I'm talking about here.)

Doing my damn Collins outline.  Rawr.  It's long, boring, and annoying as HELL.  Kill me please.  Actually, kill Collins.  Then I'll be happy.

My phone cracked today. 

It didn't crack all the way or anything, it's just like a thing on the LSD thingie in the front, and it doesn't much affect it because I can still read the time, but still... When I saw it, I almost cried.  It was like a double take at first glance, it was kinda funny.  I pulled it out of my bookbag to check the time and call my parents, and there was something on the cover so I was about to wipe it off, when it registered in my mind that it wasn't just like dirt or anything, but an actual defect in the lens.  It sucks ass, man.

Right now I'm procrastonating doing my math hw... weeee!  I'm watching the retarded Dumbledore and imitating it, how sad is that?  Teehee, it's fun!  It's definitely making me temporarily forget that I've got a cracked phone sitting next to me, that is, until I turn to take a sip of Mountain Dew and see it again, and then get all sad again and want to watch the flash video again to make me laugh and feel better and from the laughing and imitating I get thirsty and take another sip and see it yet again...  It's a vicious cycle.

As a side note, my hair smells all purrrrdy.    And I beat my high score on SSX Tricky five times today.  WEEEEE!  That makes me happier.  Oh, and I'm babysitting tomorrow, so I get to make monayyyyy.  Weee!  And tomorrow's a C day.  I LOVE C days!!!  I have chorus lessons first, no bio, gym, and most importantly, NO HISTORY!!!!  WEEEEEEEEEEEE *splat*  I hate history with a passion.  A fiery passion.  One that burns with the white hot intensity of a thousand suns.  It should go fall in a ditch and die.  And I love English, but I have an in-class essay tomorrow on Lord of the Flies.  Oh well, I don't mind essays.  I must say I'm pretty good at them.  Oh, and I have a French quiz tomorrow, but I like French too, for the most part.  J'aime parler francais, mais je ne parle pas tres bien. 

Okay, off to do math!  Weeeeeeeeeeee...

Late at night, I'm doing my homework
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It's my stupid history outline
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Need to finish, it's getting later
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If I don't, I think I'll fail
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Ahh, what we do when we're procrastinating.  Weeeee!  Oh, and I've had Christmas jingles stuck in my head, don't mock me! 

Dude, I haven't updated this thing in forever!  Wow... I've never really been good at diary type things.  I love to write, but I can never remember to do it.  I can't tell you how many times I've tried to restart my diary.  Never really worked out.  It's been untouched for a while now.  Poor thing.

Ah well, point is, if I can remember to do so, I'll update this thingie more often, 'cause it can be fun sometimes.  :)  Weee!