I’m coming out of my cage…

I am such a loser. I just finished reading Katie Spi’s article about Lost, which is of course, mine life and inspiration. I was quite sad I missed it yesterday, so I thank her ever so dearly for taping it for me so I can watch it when I get back from Kairos.

Speaking of which, I’m leaving for that in about a half an hour. Kind of excited… although if it’s three days of a bunch of people crying, I may just have to kill myself. Then again, perchance I shall return and be enlightened by God’s grace or whatever the hell Carl is always talking about. Or maybe I’ll just have one of those sweet necklaces.

I worked yesterday, which was okay, besides the fact that we had like 29045823985 people there at the end, which means lots of dishes to do and that I spent a long time cleaning up the kitchen. However, I still like Kitchen duty more than I will ever enjoy vacuuming. And Sean and I got into another toppings fight, and I got him vair vair bad on his shirt, and I think he’s actually rather peeved at me now. I’m sorry. Miah.

On like maybe Monday, Kristen and I realised that all the words that we use can be formed by picking out random letters from the alphabet and putting them together to form monoliths. Yeah, well, to prove this point, I took my Brit Lit paper on my desk and pointed to four random letters and got the word “dald”. In that order, too. It now means the equivalent of like “dammit” or “he is such a moron” that’s right, DALD.

Yesterday, I had some hard core mother-daughter bonding time with Caitlin and Mrs. Schriner and my mother. We went to Starbucks after the ring day ceremony (where they ironically didn’t bless our rings) and Caitlin and I became the final two members of the “Wednesday Hump Day pick-me-up club” and our (Mary F, Marissa, and Bodine’s, too) mothers bonded whilst we, um, permanently commandeered stuff. Like schmockety-schmocks. Then the Schriners and mother and I went to Artist for a Day and we painted stuff and the whatnot. Then we went to Crocker Park (which, of course, owns my soul) and to Blake’s Seafood. Then to work for me. So quite a day.

And now I’m free from the trials of school until Monday, when I have to give my Brit Lit speech. Whoo-hoo.

Welp, I’m off. See y’all on Saturday.

yo ho
yo ho
a (retreating) pirate's life for
~me

Sometimes I think I've Created a Monster...


Welp, here I am, back at school, blogging here because, oh, yeah, my computer is a useless piece of crap that completely freezes every time I attempt to open blogger. I don’t even get as far as the posting site. Miah…

I would love to say that a lot has been happening since last Wednesday, but that would be an outright lie. I mean, yes, I’ve lived, and survived to tell another tale of uselessness, but of course, nothing interesting has really occurred.

Let’s review best we can, however.

Wednesday, I proceeded to shot put, then enjoyed my evening night of television- Lost, South Park, John Stewart, you know, the usual. Then I proceeded to stay up until 5 AM doing my tarea. Yeah, way to go me. I fell asleep around 5:45, and then woke up around 6:30. Yes, that was nice. Then I went to school, and was quite awake all day.

Friday, however, I was quite exhausted. At school, anyway. That night I went out with Colleen (real smart, I know, as she has mono and bronchitis and a sinus infection, and I had about 6 hours of sleep over a 72 hour span of time) which was totally awesome, as I never see her enough anymore, and it was really good just talking to her and having someone to relate to. In a very odd and indirect way. Indeed. Then Saturday I was super sore, and didn’t wake up until 9ish, and then I don’t know what I did all day, besides sitting around being sore. I had to work that night, but it was okay because bodine, Steg, Katie P, Mary, Scott, and Brady came to visitarme. It was most excellent, as I had found seemingly useless birthday candles earlier that night, and I put them in Katie P’s sundae and the lady at the counter conveniently had matches, so I gave Katie a birthday sundae.

Then Sunday I spent a lot of time getting pissed off at Christmas lights. That’s about it. I did sleep in until 12:30, though, which got me out of mass! Hoo-rah!

I’m so burning in hell for all eternity.

Anyway, I have to work tonight, which kind of sucks, as I also have shot until 5:30, 6ish, and I leave for work around 6:35ish. That leaves me at most 45 minutes to shower and do my homework (which, notice I could be doing now, but no, I’m here in 102, typing en el blog) (or I could have done it at lunch, but no, I was sitting in the algebra wing talking it up with Katie P and Elizabeth) (hell, I could have started some of it this morning, but I was too busy trying to barter my way out of a theo test, which, indecently, I failed) before leaving to go to hell. And I get back at like 11ish. BAH. Maybe no one will come in and I won’t be tempted by the cold, creamy goodness of the Malley’s ice cream. Yeah, right.

Anyway, as I said, not a lot of developments have happened in la vida personal because, oh yes, a) I was too tired to live la vida loca and b) nothing ever happens en my vida, so… yeah. Miah.

The copy machine in here make on heinous noise.

Welp, anyway, I’m going on Kairos on Thursday, so for all of you out there who love me, I would dearly appreciate it if you would write me a letter so I can feel as though I have friends. And not just four friends. See, I know only two of the four friends will even write me letters (maybe even one, because Kristen is forgetful) so I need to find other peoples to compensate for Ryan and Sean’s lack of friendness. Or laziness. However you choose to look at it.

Anyway, until, hopefully, tomorrow-


yo ho
yo ho
a (tired) pirate's life for
~me