I’m hoping that sometime in the future there will be some medical diagnosis that explains why I’m so fucking curious all the damn time. I added someone on myspace that I thought looked familiar. I didn’t know him and ended up feeling like a creep. Sorry.
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Moments ago, my aunt came into my sisters room and told my sister to recycle the bottles she had on her desk. My sister then told me to recycle some of those bottles too because they were mine. The funny thing is, I don’t remember drinking that Green Tea with Citrus, oh wait, that’s because I didn’t. Afraid that my aunt would get mad that she had been drinking her Green Tea drinks, my sister attempted to share the blame with me.
Would have worked if I hadn’t told my aunt last week that those drinks tasted nasty.
Where the f**k is my cereal?
I haven’t written a blog in quite some time now, and right now probably isn’t the best time because I know I’m just procrastinating so that I don’t have to get started on a horrid essay but I feel the need to write down what happened just a couple of minutes ago so here I go. I’ve been studying for most of the day and I haven’t much so I decided that it was the perfect time to have cereal because it’s quick and yummy. As I pick up the box from the top of the fridge I feel like it’s a bit lighter than it was this morning when I was putting it back up there but I don’t think much of it. I already have milk, a bowl, and a spoon set out on my counter because the cereal was screaming my name and I knew I couldn’t waste any time. I then realized that the box wasn’t correctly shut and that’s when I knew someone had eaten some of my cereal because I always close it correctly.
What I deemed as odd was the fact that I had been in my kitchen most of the day except for pee breaks and to take my dogs out so I was pretty sure that I would have seen someone pour themselves a bowl, I was wrong, so very very wrong. I opened the already incorrectly closed cereal box and pulled out the bag expecting nothing and was filled with surprise to see that whoever had eaten my cereal had not only eaten the very little that was left, but left me with one-fifth of that small amount. I was outraged! Who could do such a despicable thing? Not only did they leave a cereal box practically empty and have me believe that it was still practically full, they had the nerve to leave what was basically crumbs. I knew right then who did it, I knew the mastermind behind this evildoing, it was my sister. *thun thun thun*
Who else loves Cinnamon Toast Crunch and would eat cereal at night? All fingers pointed to my sister. Furious, I approached my sister’s door, knocking loudly once and barging in without giving her enough time to tell me to come in. Without even having to ask her if she ate my cereal I say, “Why would you eat my cereal and then leave me with this shit?” I pointed at the crumbs that were left at the bottom of the bag and all she had to say was, “I have no idea what you’re talking about.” She then proceeded to smile and let out a soft giggle and that’s when my accusation had been confirmed. What was I to do though? That cereal was gone and it’s probably being digested as we speak. So I did what anybody who enjoys cereal, I pulled out my new box of Cinnamon Toast Crunch from the top of my fridge and had the bowl of cereal I had been yearning for.
I guess you could say that it’s a happily ever after story. Now, what’s the moral of the story? Always keep a backup cereal in case of those long tedious nights of studying. Anyway, I’ve pretty much decided that if I ever have a roommate, one of the first rules is that no one should touch my cereal because bad things will happen. Yeah, I know, I’m weird, but everyone has their pet peeves, and you don’t even want to get me started on my hatred of butts because that is a whole other story.
I’ve been staring at this page for like 10 minutes because I just can’t gather my thoughts and even writing this one cliche sentence is hard. I don’t think I’ve ever had so many emotions going on simultaeneously, it frightens me. It’s strange how something like this makes me question myself and what I’ve known. Everything was fine and dandy and then bam! I’m not even sure if there is even a “right” in this situation, but it doesn’t feel wrong. But what is “right?” I don’t fucking know, I just don’t know. Part of me doesn’t even want to know but the other part of me is dying to know. I’m just not going to think about it because there is absolutely no point. No worrying and no over-analyzing because I always end up feeling sick, sheesh.
Just as I’ve finally managed to get back up, I feel like I’m going to fall back down again. Knowing that makes me feel a tad scared and uneasy. I keep telling myself that I have to keep going because it’ll be worth it afterwards but in the back of my mind, I’m doubting that it really is. NO IZZY NO! I’ve been working too hard on this cookie for it too crumble. Just suck it up, do your best, and get through it! Although I can’t help but sit here and think about what would happen if it didn’t work out. FUCK.
I realized today that I love to type, and that I could probably type for hours, and it doesn’t have to be anything in particular, just typing whatever is on my mind can make up a full 10 pages.
Meh, goodnight.
Ah, so it’s been a couple of days since I posted a lil’ somethin’ somethin’ (; That was really lame, I know. I’d just like to just say this, I HATE EXAMS. Even the thought of test taking gives me the goosebumps. I especially hate math. I don’t know how many times I’ve tried to understand it but sheesh, none of it makes sense to me. WTF does ‘(-15) - 8 < 4 + (26 - 14) -7’ mean and why do I need to know it? I know people say that some jobs require knowing geometry, statistics, etc. but when the time comes, I’ll learn it*, but why does the state make every fucking state exam a tad harder by
adding these unnecessary problems that everyone ends up forgetting anyway.
*By learn it, I mean use a computer or calculator.
Kind of sad..
Around 2 am last night I remembered something. When I was little, I always used to say goodnight to all of my stuffed animals because I felt bad and because I thought that if I didn’t then they would kill me while I slept. Just thought I’d share that and get it off my chest.
Weird.
Not technically drunk
Apparently if you’re awake for 17 - 19 hours then it’s the equivalent of having a 0.5% blood alcohol level and it’s even more of a danger to drive then when you’re actually drunk. Is it me or when you learn something interesting you feel the need to tell everybody you speak to about it, sometimes even repeating it twice to someone. I went to visit the hell hole of a school that I previously attended and I honestly spent the whole time laughing at people, teachers, but especially at the fact that they just remodeled the cafeteria and went all out. By that I mean, everything is new, inside and out, AND they put up plasma tv’s that show health food crap. Our economy is crap and now the LAUSD has to fire teachers but they went ahead and remodeled all of the LAUSD school cafeterias? And on top of that, with less teachers that means more students in classrooms. I remember getting stuck in a class of like 43 people and it was horrid! Thank God for being home schooled, just saying.
This past week I’ve been hinting to my mum and the rest of my family that the only thing I want for my birthday is a macbook, that is it. For the most part, I don’t really ask for much on any occasion because although I get really neat things, they’re never things I really need and my mum says toilet paper doesn’t count as a gift. XD I don’t think I’ve said it before, but it feels good to be graduating school early, it makes me all warm and fuzzy inside.
Wait, what?
Okay so if you read my previous blog, you can see that my plan that morning was to take Kiley to Krispy Kreme, well, that didn’t exactly happen.
1. Kiley really really really does not like getting up early, and if she does, she’ll let you know she’s not happy.
2. She doesn’t like when my dogs move around next to her because she’ll wake up immediately and curse at them.
3. Did I mention she is not a morning person?
A part of me feared waking her up do to the catasthropic events that I knew would soon follow after waking her up, so I decided it was a no go on that. Another reason was because I spent that whole morning playing Roller Coaster Tycoon 3 and Nintendogs, simultaeneously! So, after staying up all night ‘til the wee hours of the morning I fell asleep and didn’t wake up until around 1 pm.
Shortly after I wake up,(Kiley is already awake playing my Nintendo DS)we get a sudden urge to eat and my backup plan was IHOP but pancakes at 1pm did not sound good and McDonalds stops serving breakfast at 11am so we were screwed for breakfast. What can one do when they are terribly hungry and too lazy to actually get out of the car? Mexican food!
We hopped into the car wearing our pajamas and had my stepdad drive us to a Taco Bell/Pizza Hut where we proceeded to order: one cheese pan pizza, two bean and cheese burritos,(one plain and one with the works) and two nachos. TOO MUCH CHEESE!
