Christmas Comes Early

I threw open the door and looked around. I settled my sights on the couch, where a formidably sized box had been placed. I was a bit miffed by the fact that the box was slightly smooshed and mashed (thanks a lot, UPS man), but I was ecstatic that it had finally arrived. I quickly grabbed it and attempted to open it, but the tape held strong. I went to get the box opener, but unable to find it, I settled on the letter opener. With a vicious gleam in my eyes, I went to open the box.

I cut through the tape in the middle, but was met with a problem when trying to cut the tape on the ends, because that was where the box was most smooshed. Unwilling to let this slow me down in my quest, I started jabbing at the corners, knowing that a letter opener would not damage the box's contents. I finally managed to jab my way through the tape, and I frantically yanked the box open. And there it was . . . .

Later . . .

Me: Look, I got my coat! =D
Ryan: So now you're like the Doctor?
Me: . . . Sort of. You wanna touch it?
Ryan: *slowly reaches out to poke my sleeve* Awesome . . .

Sick Day (again!!)

Again? Yes! :c I don't know what's up with me, but I've had this nasty cough for four days or so, and this morning I woke up and could barely speak. My throat is killing me, so whenever I cough, it hurts like none other. It's just annoying, because I'm completely fine aside from throat issues.

Now, here is my sick day schedule:

~Eat breakfast
~Watch Doctor Who
~Play on the computer and post random things
~Get a cough drop
~Empty the dish washer
~More computer
~More Doctor Who
~Another cough drop
~Lunch
~Doctor Who
~Maybe some other television show
~Computer
~Cough drop
~Snack
~Cough drop
~Doctor Who

It won't be exactly in that order, but you can understand. I wish I could sing along to the radio. :|

Well, Well, Well.

A week from tomorrow, I shall be getting married. For pretend. To a pretend person. So don't be alarmed, as I know you might've been while reading the first sentence of this post.

Boo!

I guess we're haunted. I suppose you've all experienced around this time of year, people who bring treats to your door in secret, and you must give treats to two other families. They leave a little note that you can stick on your door or in your window, so that you don't get ghosted again. Well, we got ghosted and put the sign in our window, then when the sign mysteriously disappeared, we got ghosted again. We put the sign on our door, but it blew off, so we've been ghosted again. Amusing.

Sick Day

I'm not actually that sick, but feel 'meh' enough to stay home from school. So I'm listening to songs from Disney's version of Rodger and Hammerstein's Cinderella, which I've found out will be the school's musical this year. I found out about it a few weeks ago, but auditions are not until December. Do you know how annoying that is?! Anyways, it gives me enough time to learn the songs thoroughly, which is good, because I'll need to expend all my energy on learning the dances. Look at me rambling on about this, and not even sure if I'll get a part. I guess I'm just overly confident.

New Neighbor

We've got a new neighbor. A hobo moved into one of the storage compartments by our house. .________.

How to Fix Your Printer

If you just put new ink in your printer, and your printer spews out one of those ugly test sheets, you know it works fine. Then you go to print off something that actually matters, and your printer does: nothing. It's not broken, it's just being a cussy little chunk of technology that is intent on making your life harder.

To fix it: Cancel your print job, then click print again. This time, gently stroke your printer and whisper words of encouragement. It should work just fine.

Bob

Also known as pork tenderloin, which I have renamed Bob, because pork tenderloin sounds weird. A few attributes of Bob are:

-Looks like something between a cow patty and roadkill
-If I were ever to taste one of those two, I imagine it would be comparable to Bob
-Bob is hard to cook

And now you know.

Which Gramma . . .

Gramma: Hi, do you remember me?
Ryan: Hmm . . .
Gramma: You came to my house once.
Ryan: Oh yeah . . . are you the one that died?

Show Choir

We had auditions for Show Choir today after school. Let me tell you, I can't dance. I had a really hard time figuring out the moves and remembering them, and I got so sweaty and tired. :| And I nearly bombed the singing part, I'm afraid, and I'm almost certain that I bombed the dancing part. I just didn't try to show that I was making up moves as I went. x) But I'm pretty sure it was noticeable, and now we'll just have to wait and see. I'm not really looking forward to if I make it, because I'll be dancing early in the morning, and then I'll go to P.E., and then I'll probably end up conking out in health class. Lovely.

The 1980's, Anonymous Correspondence, and More

Yes. Yes indeed. I left a few notes in Super Awesome Guy's locker. (I just now decided to call him that) One had a joke, one had a poem, and one was when I freaked out because on the poem note, I had written the wrong locker number for a 'return address'. He has gotten my notes I know, but he hasn't sent me a not back. Is it a correspondence if it's only one way? 
Isn't he just AWESOME?

Also, this week was spirit week at the lovely little hole we like to call school. I have little school spirit, but I will rarely pass up the opportunity to dress up. Monday was Team Spirit day, so I nabbed my sister's school shirt for the local high school, because they have lovely shirts, and it's probably the coolest high school around. The amusing details on how I managed to get the shirt can be found on my comic blog.

Tuesday was Clash day, when most people end up dressing up and going absolutely overboard. I did not, so we'll skip the details of this boring day.

Wednesday was Nerd day, which was totally not cool. "Let's target the stereotype of this group of people and dress like them to mock their brains!" But Super Awesome Dude was decked out, which made me sad. But he made an awesome fake nerd.

Thursday was absolutely awesome, because it was decade day. =D I was planning 70's, but my dress ended up not fitting, so I cut up an old shirt, broke out my parachute pants, and improvised, going 80's. It was absolutely FUN-NESS. ♥

Today was, of course, Spirit day, so I did nothing, because my school shirt looks really ugly, with a picture of a rabid wolverine on the front. Wolverine isn't even our mascot.

Dipish Episode

Or something. We've all had those experiences where we find someone particularly attractive and we decide that we will leave notes and anonymous tokens of our affection in their locker. (at least, I hope I'm not the only one . . .) Well, today, that's just what I've decided to do.

Unfortunately, the locker I was targeting happens to be in a fairly crowded hallway, that only becomes empty during the five minutes right after lunch begins, when everyone is in the cafeteria or outside. This was when I determined to slip the note in. But, lucky me, the note wouldn't go in, and ruined my attempts to slide it through the vent quickly and nonchalantly. I tried to shove it in, but it wouldn't go, so I did my best to position it so that it wouldn't slide out or show. (you know, at the moment, I'm having a difficult time typing this so that it sounds decent and is grammatically correct. I think I'm failing) Having ungracefully succeeded in my quest, I went on my way, trying not to hyperventilate.

Oh Look, I've Procrastinated Again

I'm sorry to keep all you (non-existent?) blog-lurkers waiting for me to tell you: SCHOOL STARTED AGAIN! 8th grade. I feel like a big kid now, even though in a junior high school, you're not one of the big kids. Oh yeah.

REWIND!!

I also moved. All the way from one neighborhood to the other. All the way from one ward to the neighboring ward. Whose young women are more hospitable, which makes me feel wonderful and awful. :{ I had such wonderful times with girls who hardly gave a mouse's tail for me anywhere but Girls' Camp (which was one of the most wonderful times), and I wonder, why did that happen? And then I think, oh wait, that's not a good thing to think. And there was a new-ish girl who moved in who was super nice, and I didn't get to know her much. And then I moved away, not even out of the stake, and people ARE ACTUALLY INVITING ME TO SIT NEXT TO THEM. And hugging me. When did this happen??

Anyways, back to school, which is actually much more interesting, and less rant-y, I am having interesting experiences EVERY DAY. :D Which I probably won't get to telling you about, because I am lazy and special that way. But, since I have nothing better to do, here is a list of interesting things that have happened.

-I said hi to old friends
-I said hi to the guy I have a crush on
-Some complete stranger learned my name, and asked me to wear my cloak to school like I did last year (flattering, creepy, and it is still way too hot outside for me to be wearing a fleece cloak around. Although, it gets FREEZING in the school)
-A girl in my math class freaks out whenever she gets a good grade on a test. It's amusing, but annoying
-My bus driver ran into a kid crossing the street (just a little, but someone called 911, and there was a big nasty brouhaha, and people are saying she got arrested; she did not)
-I got a metaphorical gold star
-Colton(friend): Dude, have you been carrying that college dictionary around all day in your binder?
Dude: Uh, yeah. . .
Me: No he hasn't. They're all over the room.
Colton: *looks around* Ooohh . . . heh heh. *picks up a dictionary and starts to read* Creamcup, Creamdoodle, Cream puff . . . hahaha, this is awesome! I have to get me one of these! :D
-I forgot my name for two seconds

Randomnessness

I thought you all might like to know that I have a bad memory. And a comic-blog. Link on my profile.

Crunchy Betty Honey Challenge

Whaaaat? You may ask. Well I'll tell you.

The Crunchy Betty Honey challenge is a challenge to wash your face with honey. Don't say eww, just read this post: http://crunchybetty.com/honey-challenge

Let me tell you, after just one wash, my face was lovely. Soft, clean, and healthy-looking. So come on! Slather bee spit all over your face. It's like magic.

No Bake Cookies

These are tasty cookies. Seriously.

*Ingredients*
1 cube of margarine
2 c sugar
1/2 c milk
1/4 c cocoa
1 t vanilla
3 c quick oats
1/2 c peanut butter

*Directions*
In medium sauce pan/pot, blend the first 4 ingredients and boil for 2 minutes, stirring constantly. Then remove from heat and add the other ingredients. Drop it on wax paper in preferred cookie size and let it sit until you can't stand knowing that there is something chocolatey sitting on your counter/table. Or, if you're strong-willed, just until they've cooled and hardened. Then eat them. Or give some to people. Or eat them. You might be able to freeze them. Or you could just eat them.

It should end up looking like chocolate cat puke. I had a picture, (of a cookie, not cat puke) but it won't load.

Drawing Day!!!

Don't forget! Mark your calendars! Tattoo it onto your nose! Tie a string onto your toe! Drawing Day is fast approaching! *June 4th* is (inter?)national Drawing Day! Pick up your pencil, your pen, your crayons, markers finger paints! And then drop stuff. AND DRAW.

http://www.ratemydrawings.com/drawings/manga-original/764069.html

You Want Thumb?

Like, that thing on your hand that's not a finger. You know.

Just another one of those poke-yourself-with-a-pin-repeatedly activities. But, even though I maimed my model, it was fun.

Another Matter to Address

House-hunting? Well, let me introduce to you, a wonderful place to live!

Lego Condo

Wonderful location; anywhere you want!

Comes with your choice of vehicle!

Beautiful yard!

First half

Second half

 It's just that easy! Live in comfort, so very close to your next-door neighbor!!

Please note: This house is not for sale, and you couldn't live in it anyways, because it's only two inches tall. I just thought I'd get your hopes up.

Mwahahahaha.

Cloak, You Imbecile.

So. I have been wearing a cloak to school lately, and no one knows what it is. It is infuriating.

"Hey, cool cape!"
"Rot in a sack."

"Why are you wearing that cape?"
"I hate you with a passion."

"What's with the blanket?"
"Die in a hole."

"What are you wearing?"
"Pants."
"No, I mean the cape thingy."
"Idiot."

"How does it feel wearing a blanket-thingy all day?"
"I want to kill you all for saying it's a blanket thingy."

And I spilled my juice at lunch.

And you know what caused all this?? I said, "Today shall be a good day."

NEVER say that. Ever.

C-U-S-S

No, it's not a spelling bee. I got my braces today. As is custom, whenever devil spawn works in my mouth, I communicate with sign language with my mom. What I don't want her to know, but really want to 'say', I type on an invisible keyboard. Some of the things I said, and why I said them:

On the invisible keyboard:
"And so she spent all of second period with some stupid newbie sunburning her freaking mouth." The nurse in training was drying my teeth with the UV thingy.
"Twerp-wad!!!!!!!!" The orthodontist was poking me a lot, and it was annoying.

With sign language:
"Owowowowow" The etching stuff got on my tongue and it burned.
"Sunburn" The UV thingy again.
"Evil" Poking and other nuisances in my mouth.
"Pain" Etching stuff.
"Nasty" Etching stuff.
"Farkle" Pushing on my teeth to get the bands in.
"Cuss! Cuss!" Pushing way too hard on my tooth to get the band in. So hard I cried.

My Online Drawing

Fashion

Designing some. And failing. =P

My Online Drawing

Monday

Yesh, Monday. Ugh. Generally, I wake up groggily, get ready, go out to the bus stop, and go to school, feeling disgruntled. Then, by fourth period, we pick up entry task logs, and one of the little voices in my head screams, realizing that, no, it is not Friday.

And sorry, I forgot to scan the drawing I drew for the thief. :P

Theft

That's right. Theft. I've been robbed of some of my (niftiest) artwork. I had six very cute drawings in the front of my binder (hand drawn!!!) two days ago, and now I have ONE. And they couldn't have just fallen out. I got really angry, and drew a chibi of myself holding a sword screaming "DIEE!!!" (I'm never serious when I make death threats, FYI) Then I got worried. In the front of our school is a bulletin board with newspaper clippings featuring our school. I keep dreading that I'll see a clipping with a picture of my drawing/s, saying, "So-and-so, from Xxxxxx Xxxx Junior High, won first place in a county art competition for this lovely drawing." Ooh, I would freak out then. But I have a plan. Rather than having a stake-out, or dusting for fingerprints (good ideas, I think, but I don't have the resources), I'll draw a really amazing picture this weekend, write a note on the back, and slide it into my binder. I'll post the pic when I finish it, because I don't plan on getting it back.