Laughing at our mistakes can lengthen our own life. Laughing at someone else's can shorten it. - Cullen Hightower

Kind of sad that the only songs I could find that my friends liked were these three. But, these three songs are the three songs that some of my friends really enjoyed listening to on my iPod while walking home. WOW THAT WAS A LONG SENTENCE! I thought it would never end!

I was swimmin' in the Carribean

In Science we were watching The Day After Tomorrow. We got up to the part where New York is flooding when the girl sitting next to me starts a conversation.

Teeny: I want, to live in water. Like, if my room was just filled with water, and I could live in it.

Me: Where would you sleep?

Teeny: In the water, duh.

Me: On what?

Teeny: Nothing. I would just float on top of the water.

Then she got this really excited look on her face, like a five year-old that just received the present of their dreams for Christmas.

Teeny: I WANT TO BE A FISH!

I think I need to think about who I talk to more often.

Reading Story

In Reading class, we have these little notebooks that we call "journals". And in these "journals", we write about what the directions on the board say to. Today, we had to write up a story, that was greatly exaggerated, describing a minor bicycle accident. My story went like this:

Once, I was riding my bike down the Himalayas. Everything seemed all right until, suddenly, I saw a fish on the path. I swerved to get out of the way, and just barely missed it. While I was looking back to see if the fish was all right, I crashed into a hobo. The hobo was carrying kool-aid and grape juice, and when I hit him it went flying into the air. The majority of it landed in my hair and dyed it a brownish color. While I was covering the remaining distance down the mountain range, I noticed a drop of blood on my elbow. As soon as I could, I got it looked at by a doctor. The doctor told me that it was just a cut and there was nothing to worry about. I never went back to that doctor again, because he obviously didn't know what he was talking about.

Halluccii

TWIN THURSDAY!

TODAY'S TWIN THURSDAY! YAY! Too bad I didn't have a twin! Hmmmm...
I haven't blogged in a while. And I was going to write something. But I forgot what it was. Maybe I will ask you more questions today!

1.)Why does time move so slow in fifth period?

2.)Why is it that the people who complain about being cold the most never seem to wear coats?

3.)Why can't any white guys dance?

4.)Who are these people who always call me their "friend"?

5.)When is Spring Break going to come?

6.)Why am I so awesome?

7.)Why are you so lame?

8.)Why do all my teachers suck?

9.)Why am I always the last one to find out about stuff?

10.)Where is my science book?*

ANSWER THESE QUESTIONS!

*Refer to past post

Too many mutha' 'uckers 'uckin' with my shi'

This picture made two questions come to my mind:

1.)Why is the girl who drew this a worse artist than me and

2.)Why was this in the back of my science notebook?

Maybe I can make an attempt to answer those questions.

Okay

Here we go.

1.)She sucks at drawing.

2.)Because I need to pay attention to my stuff, and make sure Friend doesn't have any writing utensils when I leave it alone.

Maybe one day the REAL answers to these questions will reveal themselves, but until then I'm stuck with this.

You don't need to know my name, to figure out how cool I am!

Me:Where's my book?

Friend: I don't know...(suspicious look on face.)

Me:Wow, you seem to have an abnormally SQUARE shaped stomach...

Friend:Oh yeah, I forgot to tell you, I'm pregnant!

Me:OH! How cool!

Friend:Oh look! I gave birth!

Me:Hmmmm...a square shaped baby...if your baby looks like that I NEED to know who the father is.

(By the way: I never did find out who the father was...)

This conversation set in motion a series of "baby kidnappings" switching back and forth from me to her. I ended up with the "baby", but she stole my history notebook and turned it into a science notebook...:(
This is why I should be locked up and jailed. Stealing "babies", I should be ashamed of myself.