Dorkfest

I'm not dead. I'm still not dead. I'm just extremely busy.

As of right now, I just got back from dorkfest (aka science fair) because Adrienne and I made it to the next round in St Andrews, and next week we made it to finals in St John. ALL THE WAY TO ST JOHN. I don't even know If I can handle it. What a road trip.

Okay, so we go, all dressed in our science fair t-shirts and there are like mega genious kids there. The two guys that were beside us were like concinved that they made a hover craft, but it like..refused to fly and it was secretly just a vaccum taped to a surfboard. (I swear.) And then there was a guy in a tux who walked around mummbling under his breath for 2 hours about what he was going to say to the judges, and his project was like on all this jumbled "x=5xfj574nf" ... crazyness. And of course he's going to finals with us, and he's going to whip our GM butts.

That's all I can write for now. I'm not dead, and i'm pumped for creation.

EXTREMELY deep ravines

Alrighty, so my ravines have been especially deep the past two days.

You see, yesterday, I was a little stressed out. So my friend Adrienne said, "If you put orange peelings in your bath water, it relaxes you. I do it all the time."
So, I did. And guess what? IT DIDNT RELAX ME. In fact, leave it to Cassidy to have an allergic reaction!!! I'm laying there, thinking, 'wow this isnt relaxing in the least,'. Sigh. My life is so tragic.

Then today, i'm innocently sitting at my computer talking on msn when my gram bursts in screaming, "FLU FIRE! FLU FIRE!" So Cassidy's like, great. She signs off by saying "My house is on fire, i'll talk to you later."
I go out into the kitchen, my gram stands starring at the phone screaming "WHATS THE NUMBER FOR 911?!" So I dial it, and feel special. And she screams on the phone for a bit while jumping up and down, and I just stand there starring at the wall. It was great. Fire department came, ambulance came, ha, it was lovely.

Anyways, the smell of smoke is killing my brain cells, ta ta.

Back

Annnnd i'm back by popular request.
Quite frankly, i'm tired of the constant nagging and begging for me to post. (Just kidding) Although I rather like the attention. More importantly, I didn't see a single person get down on their knees and kiss my feet however, so I'm not really sure just how much you wanted this.
ANYWAYS, a lot has been going on in my life lately, like the fact that I have gym class now, first thing every morning, every single day until June. So today, our first day of class, I come all cool in my gym clothes, thinking we're going to play a fun game or something. First things first, we have a direct 10 minute run, 80 million pushups and 56 thousand crunches to do. Keep in mind that I haven't done any kind of hardcore physical exercise since last year, so my life was flasing before my eyes as I ran around in that circle for ten minutes. Everything I held dear to my heart was popping into my brain, wondering if I was going to make it past the seconds of torture our teacher was putting us through. Once I survived however, I almost died again. If you were to see me do a pushup, you would probably pee your pants laughing, and I mean really. I DON'T EVEN KNOW HOW TO DO A PUSHUP! Ack, so, herre I was, dying and exhausted after gym class. Your lucky I even survived to post.

Then, yesterday in English, I don't know how I survived. We had a small print, 16 page story to read for homework. It was the worst story I have ever had to endure in my whole 15.5 year old life. It was called "to build a fire" and every single paragraph in the 16 pages read "It was cold. Yeah, it was pretty cold. The man thought it was a little chilly. It was 75 below zero. He was thinking about how cold it was. It snowed, and the snow was pretty cold. His dog was pretty cold. He built a fire but it was still pretty cold. Yeah, his hands we're kinda frost bitten. His toes were cold. I think it was kind of cold out. It was past 50 below zero. It was a cold winter. ETC." And by the end of it, I was banging my head against my desk wondering what was wrong with publishing companies. **Sigh**.

Anyways, that's all for now. Peace my faithful readers.

Twas the night

Twas the night before Christmas, and Santa was dead.
The elves were distressed, "KEEP IT QUIET!" they said.

"I'm sorry I killed him." Rudolph did cry.
"My nose didn't mean to put out his eye!"

"There is no use crying, over things that are gone,"
Said a small little elf. "It's time to move on."

So they dug a large hole, right there in the snow.
And figured Mrs Claus would not have to know.

That night at dinner, an elf said while eating pork,
"Mrs Claus, he has left you, and moved to New York.

Where the people are tall, and woman are 'smoking'
And you can't even leave your house without choking!" (pollution..)

Mrs Claus starting balling, and threw up on the elves.
They jumped up and ran, in spite of themselves.

They moved to Hawaii, where the whether is hot,
and poor Mrs Claus lives alone and forgot.

And so this year on Christmas, giving presents galore,
Is Rosie O Donald. I'm locking my door.

Wow.

Short post going on here, but I'll post more later. I've been a little to obsessed with a certain song to focus on writing blog posts! Hense forth, EVERYONE NEEDS TO DOWNLOAD IT. RIGHT NOW, AND COMMENT ON IT.

Download Tarzan and Jane by Aqua. Its masterful, and it will grow on you.

Also, i'm babysitting for Steph tonight, so I imagine there will be a great post tomorrow.

EVERYONE GO TO THE CHRISTMAS CONCERT!

The Magic Of Volleyball...

In case you were wondering, I haven't been posting for a little bit because my COMPUTER is getting fixed. But here is a short post about the magic of volleyball. *Clears throat*

Once upon a time, I decided to go to volleyball. Last night to be exact. And I
m terrible at volleyball, by the way. So I go in, and I see all kinds of scary paramedics, Scottie, Kirk, Tim, Scott, etc. But mostly scary paramedics in brightly colored shirts.
Anyways, so I serve it, BAM, goes right up and through the rafters and onto the other side. Thats pretty much the only good serve I did. Other than that I screamed everytime a ball came near me (and i'm not sure why Kirk would laugh EVERY SINGLE TIME.) Then, the time I actually tried to hit it, I just caught it. And once again, Kirk Perry fell onto the floor engaged in a fit of laughter at my helpless attempt to be a good volleyball player.
*Sigh.* Perhaps I will never just be athletically inclined. Other than that it was fun...except for the fact that everyone was pretty much pro except me. I think Kim Rayner and Stephypoo should go next time...:)

Worst Song Lyrics

These song lyrics have been clinically tested by moi. I have come to the conclusion that they suck, to put it frankly. Now I shall share them with you.
(In no order!)

1. "Another postcard from chimpanzees! And every one is addressed to me!"
-Barenaked Ladies.
First of all, who names their band the Barenaked Ladies? I wish they would just go clothe themselves and change their name to, "WE DEGRADE PEOPLE OF THE FEMALE STATURE." They are probably my least favorite band on the face of the planet. And honestly, who writes songs about chimpanzees?

2. "My hump, my hump, my hump, my hump, my hump, my hump, my hump, my hump, my lovely lady lumps."
-Black Eyes Peas
Fergie bud, you can say the words "MY HUMPS" 400 more times and it's not going to make it any more appealing. This has got to be the least flattering description for the female anatomy in the history of existance.

3. "If you wanna by my lover, you gotta get with my friends."
-The infamous Spice Girls
Well, this is one thing most guys will never here a girl say. I get the whole, girl power save the trees nonsense, but "if you wanna be my lover, you gotta get with my friends?!"

4. "Girls dont like boys. Girls like cars and money! Girls will laugh at boys when they're not funny!"
-Good Charlotte
This has got to be the most terrible rhymed lyric on the face of the planet. First it calls us lesbians, then Good Charlotte can't find a rhyme for money...it sounds like this was written by a ten year old confused-about-his-sexuality kid who wants to believe the whole world feels his pain. Sigh.

5. "This CRAP is bananas. B-A-N-A-N-A-S!"
-Gwen Stefani.
Wow. This is like a bad cheer gone tragically wrong. Its a cheerocracy.