Further adventures with the hell-bird.

Well, first of all, I arrived today to see that the damn thing pulled out its feathers, even though it has been fine the last three days, and I jsut called Liz last night to tell her that the bird was fine and that it would manage the week, and that her aunt didn't have to bother taking it to Florida. Yeah, bite those words, eh?
Anyway, then the bird was being less hostile than normal, so I tried picking it up, and it allowed me to do so, adn so I put a towel on my shoulder and sat there for a while listening to Coldplay and chillaxin' with the bird. Well, anyway, after a while, the bird started eating my hair, and ever time I looked at it I had this horrible feeling like it was going to gouge out my eyeballs, so I tried to make it step back up on my finger to put it in the cage. Only, little devil bird (I kid you not, the thing has no name, it responds to devil) did not feel like going in its cage yet, so it tried to take off a few of my fingers. Then I tried pulling off the towel it was sitting on, only to find that it has crapped on it, henceforth making me put my hand in a pile of bird shit and giving the bird time to jump off the towel onto the shoulder. So, now I have to worry that it is goign to crap on my jacket and gouge out my eyeballs. I tried to urge the thing onto the towel, since it could bit the towel all it wants without hurting me , only all that did was chase the bird onto my back where I couldn't reach it at all and where it could have, at any point, lashed out and bitten off my spinal column. Then I get this brilliant idea to take off my jacket so the bird would have no where to go but back in its cage. Only, I was too nice, not wanting to harm an...innocent...animal, and it jumped on my bare back. So I pretty much am squirming around trying to get this bird off of me, yelling obsenities and damning my horrible luck to be taking care of the little fucker, when it decides (after about five minutes of its scratchy talons being buried in my back, mind you) to go back to its cage.
I hate birds.
Stupid stupid feathery blighter.

yo ho
yo ho
a (once again crapped on) pirate's life for
~me

So, today was somewhat worth writing down to rememebr for all eternity. Or untill Martians blow up the earth and assasinate Bill Gates, and destoying the legacy of the "internet".
Wow, I am hyyyyper.
Okay, well the first like 4/5ths of my day was stupid. I pretty much lounged around and did nothing. Oh, I did feed Liz's bird as usual, and on the way to her house saw this dead racoon that fell from a tree. Tres amusaunt! (I take spanish, leave me alone)
So, then around like 6:30 Danny IMed me and was like "come to the house of Rob" and I did, only not till like eight, becasue my family is horridly disfunctional and useless and causes stupid delays of stupidness. Then I picked up Elizabeth on my way there, because I have an insecurity issue where I can't meet people that I am trying to impress alone. (Only, after tonight, I realize that all I need to bring is my scintilating canversation, to quote shannon's blog) ANyhoooooo........... so we got there, at Robs house, after only missing his street once and such, and then we played tag outside his house ,and then we played some sort of swordfighting game that has a proper name and all, only I am slow and don't remember it. anyhoo, it was very sould caliber II meets that bridge guy from Monty Python and the Holy Grail.
Anyhoo, after locking people out of the house and such, we ventured to Dairy Queen, wehre I was alarmed to see who I believe was an escaped prisoner eating ice cream with some young, impressional children. (He had an orange jumpsuit on- what more do ya need?) and then, since Rob was the only one who had any money to get ice cream, we went to The Alps, which is that sweet playground in Avon Lake that Katie and I hang out at a lot. There, we played hide-and-go-seek tag and the like for like an hour. Then, we were having a pokebattle in the parking lot (dont even ask) aaaaaand these people drive in, and they open there car doors, and all this smoke billows out, and since I guess steve knew who they were, so he was like "okay, they're fags, let's stand in a line and stare them down" so there were like nine of us, in a row, staring down these stoned people. Avon Lake is amazing.
Anyhooo, then I returned home ,where I am now, being a loser and typing to like the maybe four people who read this (Caitlin, Shannon, Dever, and colleen, I know you're out there!)(okay, thats the people who read this on a good day)
Anyhow, I vow that next time I get invited somewhere with them (If I ever do again, as my odd loser ness is....odd) I will not bring a friend unless they ask me too. Which, they seemed to like Elizabeth, so sure. ::winks::
I'm soooooooo odd.
I now get to look forward to a day of getting crapped on by a bird. Fuck.

yo ho
yo ho
a (fin-filled, bird crapped on) pirate's life for
~me

I am still not in a good mood.

Yesterday, I pretty much had a nervous breakdown. I had four tests to study for, a paper to write (although, that was theo, but still, just like, one more thing.), and all this stupid shit to deal with from dever and lyla.

now the schoolwork is over, thank god, and dever and I are squared away (I'm sorry I am not driving to Cleveland so that you can fuck around with rudy while I awkwardly stand there avoiding loking at you, since the very thought disgusts me) but Lyla is just getting closer and closer to a swift, painful death. One. More. Step.

Grrrr.......I still have spanish to do...but thats alst tomorrow, so maybe I'll save it for lunch mods. Oh, and I ahve to brush up on my tinikling skills. Yes.

I'm in one of those moods where I want to tell everyone exactly how I feel about them, but I'm not sure if that's a good idea, so if you really want to know, just ask.

mmmmmmmmhm

I hate all of you out there on vacation right now. Stupid Ohio.

yo ho
yo ho
a (moody, bored, wanting to pull a flock of seagulls and run away) pirate's life for
~me

Dever is here, and we're both going to bitch to the world now, so deal with it.

First of all, on my behalf, I would like to say that certain people should not talk to my friends and deny what I tell them. If I say that I don't think a guy likes me in that way, then this "person" should not talk to him about whether or not he does. I may not have a lot of experience in the guy department, but I am not stupid, and I know how people act arounf those they like. Okay, so you "person" out there should learn to keep your mouth shut because you are losing me my friends. That was horrid english. But anyway, yeah, thanks to a "Certain someone's" big mouth, a different person, who used to be my friend will no longer talk to me.

On Dever's behalf, you should also keep your mouth shut about her personal activities. She stays out of your buisness and doesn't walk around shouting your personal activities around. And stop playing on her "aquaintance" (you know perfectly well who it is) because she doesn't know how she feels about him and doesn't really appreciate you feeling him up while she's sorting her feelings out.

So, basically, Lyla, you have been been ::faced::

On the other hand, I (as in Stef) had a lovely night last night spenidng like 2 and a half hours at Borders and then getting yelled at by my parents for somehting I didn't do. It rained and snowed, too, and I was a bit wet and cold upon my return to my house. YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS

I or we are bored. I should be a polite host and entertain my guest, (not like that, you pervert) so I'll be off soon. But if by any chance the person I am refering to in the first part (see above) reads this and knows who they are, because I am not a strange freak, despite how Lyla may make me seem, and I still want to talk to you. Not obess, just talk.

But, I suppose this doesnt matter, cuz you won't read it anyway.

yo ho
yo ho
a (kaniving, typo-filled, lousy speller) pirate's life for
~me