I wrote a very long, very profound blog last night, commenting on life and love and humanity, and God, and all that good stuff.
Just as I was about to push publish my post...I got kicked offline. It was late so I din'dt want to ask my dad to go turn the computer back on, so I thought i'd publish it today...
WELL...for some reason my internet wasn't working even tho it was connected and I had to restart my computer, and I didn't think to save the blog, so unfortuneately, you all are going to have to be deprived of whatever wisdom that wonderful blog contained.
My deepest apologies.
(hehe)
No but really...I wrote a lot and this morning...I can't remember half of it!
At least...I can't remember my thought flow very well. I dont think I could reproduce it.
Another work of art lost to vicious cyber space...tee hee...
Today I spilled white out on my khaki pants...not at the sadie hawkins dance either.
no, just in my room sitting at my desk...
My white out bottle used to click when it closed, but today it went all tricky at me and didn't make a clicking noise. I know it was just doing it on purpose too.
...so I was examining it...opening and closing the cap...when some part of my half asleep brain seemed to decide that turning it upside down might help.
This wouldn't have been so bad except the lid wasn't on it.
So now I have a few very impressive stains.
If anybody knows how to remove white out stains tell me and I will give you a cookie....
except minus the cookie part.
Somebody's been setting off stink bombs like crazy at my school lately. It is REALLY starting to get on my nerves. Now I dont mind the rotton egg smell too much, but when the hallway smells like an old woman, I just draw the line, right there. The other day I walked into religion class, and I hear something hit the floor right by my foot and I was like what the...thinking a stray pencil flew into the room or something...and I looked around for who threw it but they were gone and two seconds later I was like HOLY....and everyone walked in the room and started making faces...we eventually put a fan blowing it out into the hallway...like that helped...sure enough the remains of a stink bomb were sittin there...
If I ever see whoever it is throwing stink bombs...I am going to give him a good talking to...
while slowly ringing my hands around his neck...
*composes self*
no I'd probably just shoot the person a dirty look and walk up wind.
I wonder what the purpose of stink bombs are anyway...
'oooh i made the stair way stink. I"M COOL NOW!'
