Hey everyone, it's been awhile, but I have quite a story for you all, and I have a few friends along with me to help tell it. Before we begin, I should probably fill you in on the scenario... I've been at the beach for the past few days with some friends, most you know, but one you don't; Sandy, Noodles, Ursula, and Snooks. This evening the crew and I headed down to the boardwalk on, *insert frightening music here*, the city bus. In addition to the five of us, we also had Sandy's sister, Sandy's cousin, and a friend of Sandy's sister.
So moving on. The beginning of the evening went off pretty smoothly, but then it got to be time to head home on the bus. It was just before 11, and the under 21 club was just getting out---with it many, and I mean many, trashy people. One of these trashy people just happened to be our entertainment for the evening...and not how you think. So the story begins.
We are waiting at the bus stop right outside of this club when a guy comes out of the club, probably no older than 16, and starts smoking a cigarette. Immediately, two girls came out of the club and ran right to the guy. The one girl, who will soon be the main subject of this blog, said in a raspy voice that only years of smoking could bring, "I don't normally smoke but do you have any more?" Please do mind that this girl was 16. After all of us agreed that smoking was disgusting, and frankly so was the girl, we boarded the bus that had just arrived. Unfortunately, the trashy, raspy, smoker-girl also boarded the bus along with her friend.
Even worse, the girl happened to sit right next to Snooks----even though we were at the first stop and the bus was empty. Now the drama starts. We've been trying to think of a name to call her, and names such as "hoebag", "whore", "scum", and "dirt" keep popping into our minds, but we don't even feel she deserves that, so from now on, she will just be referred to as "the girl". So for the first 20 blocks of the bus ride (we had to go 90), the girl kept making little snide remarks about us to her friend. Things like "who do they think they are?" and such and such. You should also know that we were only talking quietly to one another, if that. One of us even had our iPod in. We were definitely not talking to the classless girl she was.
After about 50 blocks, Sandy's sister was trying to figure out how long it was until 11:11---to make her wish in all. They were trying to multiply basic numbers, practically third grade math, without a calculator when the girl commented, "'dis ain't math class, I don't wanna hear your comments". Like we wanted to hear hers, which clearly we could. The girl's rude comments led Sandy's sister to lean over to her friend and quickly whisper something along the lines of "Do you see that girl over there making faces at us?" This caused the insecure freak of a girl to burst out "Do you want to tell me something?" Sandy's sister is more on the quiet/reserved side, and she turned white in the face, not even knowing what to say. Stuttering "no no no no", Snooks interrupted Sandy's sister, faced the girl and said firmly, "Leave her alone she wasn't talking to you." That ensued the girl's most common comeback: "Was I talking to you? Was I talking to you?" The girl shook her head with sass and said it again, "Was I talking to you, little girl??"
Snooks then said, "No, but you were talking to them, and I'm with them. You have no right to talk to them like that. And you have no right to call me little girl, I'm the same age as you." The girl, in her wasted, raspy voice said, "I don't care if we are the same age, I wasn't talking to you, little girl." Snooks decided to leave the girl alone, clearly she had issues (too many to list), but the girl kept on pestering her with scathingly rude remarks. While this was going on, a random girl standing on the bus in front of the girl, started patting her on the head saying "You need to calm down" over and over again. After this the girl kept muttering comments to her friend about us for the next 30ish streets. But don't worry the drama continues.
When we got off the bus, we exited through the door closer to the back, little did we know that the girl and her friend got off at the same stop just through the front door. We started to walk off the bus, when they cut us off, asking Sandy's sister if she has anything to say to her. At this point, Sandy and Sandy's sister run away, while Snooks, Ursula, and I calmly walked away. Then the girl repeated again, "do you have anything you guys want to say to me, huh, huh?" Before Snooks could retaliate, I tried to peacefully calm the situation by saying "I think there was a misunderstanding, no one was talking to to you." Then the girl sneered, yet again, "was I talking to you?" And that is when I lost it, and said "I'm with them, and if you're talking to them you're talking to me." Yet again, the girl sneered "was I talking to you?" It was kind of odd because, yes at that point, she was talking to me...I was so furious, Ursula had to pull me away from the situation, pushing my head forward every time I turned to look back.
The girl suddenly screamed, "NASTY ASS BITCHES!" as we walked away. I said a bit quieter, "have you looked in the mirror?" As all this was taking place, our bus was still about 15ft ahead of us, stopped at a green light. It didn't pull away until each of the parties walked our own way. We assumed that one of the passengers who saw the original altercation said something to the bus driver to make him wait, just to ensure that everyone was safe in case a fight broke out. As bad as this situation was, this bus waiting to make sure we were OK give us a little more faith in today's society.
Not only does it give me a little more faith in society, it gives me a lot of confidence in my friends. I know they are going to stand up for me in tough spots like this. But if you want to know where the girl's friend was, well, she didn't say a word the whole time, and once we got onto the street she walked away right when it started---embarrassed.
Thankfully, all eight of us made it safely back to the room with class in hand. Although we seriously wanted to lay a hand on her, we didn't stoop down to her level and walked away leaving her sorry ass there.
By the way, if any of you know Ke$ha, this girl made Ke$ha look like a freaking saint. No joke.
Ursula says: "If a trash truck drove by, they would have picked her up to put her where she belongs."
XOXO
Amanda, Sandy, Noodles, Ursula, and Snooks
Wednesday, July 27, 2011
Friday, July 8, 2011
You're a.......six?
Sorry I haven't posted in a while....Oopsie.
We've all played those games such as: would you rather, you have to kill one, marry one, and f**k one, and of course the classic rate this person. They seem like harmless, not awkward games that can lead to some funny and pretty interesting conversations! But what happens when someone asks you to rate them?
It starts off as an innocent conversation, --see "Long, Awkward, and Boring Conversations" --and it ends in that sticky situation of whether you should tell the person the truth or not. They normally start off simple too:
Ratee: Hey
Soon to be victimized rater: Hey! What's up?
Ratee: Nothing, but I have a q lol
Very soon to be victimized rater: what?
Ratee: What do you think about me....(:
Victim: Uhm....what do you mean?
Ratee: Like......on a scale of 1 to super awesomely beautiful
Dead: idk
Ratee: I hate you.
You: that's cool
And the conversation is ruined along with whatever friendship you had.
I mean, my friend Doctah M and I both agree, this was agreed over Twitter, that it's an awkward thing to be asked what a person should be rated. It's just plain weird.
I think everyone's been asked the question too, like how do you respond to "how pretty/hot am i? 1-10?" Honestly, you're a three but since I'm nice you're a six(: Now I normally stick to the middle numbers just to be safe. Not too mean, not too "ohmigod you're soooo hot!" It works, most of the time too...But even then it just feels awkward to rate someone. It pretty much puts a price on the person in my perspective? "Oh, how much do I cost?" "$4.78" Yeah, okay, it doesn't make a lot of sense but whatever, it makes some sense, kind of. Anyway, Doctah M and I can both say the position is awkward and you shouldn't ask other people's opinions on your looks because you're probably really pretty or cute or handsome or whatever anyway and you shouldn't rely on other people's opinions but your own. Just saying for a future self confidence booster. It honestly doesn't matter because when you grow up you're going to be old, saggy, and wrinkly anyway...Unless you get plastic surgery.
XOXO Sarah
We've all played those games such as: would you rather, you have to kill one, marry one, and f**k one, and of course the classic rate this person. They seem like harmless, not awkward games that can lead to some funny and pretty interesting conversations! But what happens when someone asks you to rate them?
It starts off as an innocent conversation, --see "Long, Awkward, and Boring Conversations" --and it ends in that sticky situation of whether you should tell the person the truth or not. They normally start off simple too:
Ratee: Hey
Soon to be victimized rater: Hey! What's up?
Ratee: Nothing, but I have a q lol
Very soon to be victimized rater: what?
Ratee: What do you think about me....(:
Victim: Uhm....what do you mean?
Ratee: Like......on a scale of 1 to super awesomely beautiful
Dead: idk
Ratee: I hate you.
You: that's cool
And the conversation is ruined along with whatever friendship you had.
I mean, my friend Doctah M and I both agree, this was agreed over Twitter, that it's an awkward thing to be asked what a person should be rated. It's just plain weird.
I think everyone's been asked the question too, like how do you respond to "how pretty/hot am i? 1-10?" Honestly, you're a three but since I'm nice you're a six(: Now I normally stick to the middle numbers just to be safe. Not too mean, not too "ohmigod you're soooo hot!" It works, most of the time too...But even then it just feels awkward to rate someone. It pretty much puts a price on the person in my perspective? "Oh, how much do I cost?" "$4.78" Yeah, okay, it doesn't make a lot of sense but whatever, it makes some sense, kind of. Anyway, Doctah M and I can both say the position is awkward and you shouldn't ask other people's opinions on your looks because you're probably really pretty or cute or handsome or whatever anyway and you shouldn't rely on other people's opinions but your own. Just saying for a future self confidence booster. It honestly doesn't matter because when you grow up you're going to be old, saggy, and wrinkly anyway...Unless you get plastic surgery.
XOXO Sarah
Sunday, June 26, 2011
The Ah-Ha Moment
featuring Sydney (again).
In response to Sarah's "Happy Endings SUCK." I couldn't help but write my own opinion on movies. Sure, the happy endings in movies are usually fake and corny, but no matter what movie it is, there is always that moment when two characters realize that they are meant to be together. I call this the Ah-Ha Moment.
Sydney: After the climax of every film, there always seems to be this moment in which the two star-crossed lovers finally succumb to their feelings and realize that they want to be together. Usually, one of them, suppressed with an inward struggle (probably the man trying to hold on to whatever shred of manhood he can), tries to deny the fact that yes, he has fallen madly in love with the beautiful damsel in distress. Luckily for the romance addicted audience, true love overcomes all, inspirational music plays, and the two characters stare madly into each others' eyes and share a passionate kiss. Whoopee, love wins!
Me: Wow... who uses words like "succumb"? Just kidding. I do. (Sydney: No, I do.) I read over what she wrote, and she may sound all pensive and eloquent (Sydney: Damn straight.) , but if you could see her at this moment, she is wearing a freaking sombrero. (Sydney: It is my thinking cap.) I just can't take her seriously--therefore, I continue.
The other day, I was watching the movie Just Go With It, with my friend Sandy and Noodles. Sandy had already seen this movie twice, and Noodles, well, let's just say that she doesn't really get into the romantic aspects of movies the way I do. So, I was sitting there on the couch, enjoying the movie (real quick, so you have some idea what I'm talking about---the movie is about a guy who wants to get this younger girl, but she thinks that he is getting a divorce, so he makes up this fake wife---and then he asks one of his best girl-friends to pretend to be the wife he is divorcing). If you have any common sense (and some idea about what always happens in these types of movies) you can predict the ending---not to spoiler it or anything.
As the Ah-Ha Moment was occurring, and the two main characters on the screen were gazing deeply into each others' eyes, my two friends were talking obnoxiously and about nonsense. While they were talking, I had to use precious oxygen in order to tell them to shut up; consequently, making even more noise and drowning out my scene. They continued blathering on, until finally they shut their pie-holes and I was able to catch the last few moments of the Ah-Ha moment. Thanks guys. >:(
XOXO
Amanda and Sydney
P.S. Sydney wants me to write (XOXO, Gossip Girl) and Sandy says "hi" because she has nothing else intelligent to say (except she made up that last line)
In response to Sarah's "Happy Endings SUCK." I couldn't help but write my own opinion on movies. Sure, the happy endings in movies are usually fake and corny, but no matter what movie it is, there is always that moment when two characters realize that they are meant to be together. I call this the Ah-Ha Moment.
Sydney: After the climax of every film, there always seems to be this moment in which the two star-crossed lovers finally succumb to their feelings and realize that they want to be together. Usually, one of them, suppressed with an inward struggle (probably the man trying to hold on to whatever shred of manhood he can), tries to deny the fact that yes, he has fallen madly in love with the beautiful damsel in distress. Luckily for the romance addicted audience, true love overcomes all, inspirational music plays, and the two characters stare madly into each others' eyes and share a passionate kiss. Whoopee, love wins!
Me: Wow... who uses words like "succumb"? Just kidding. I do. (Sydney: No, I do.) I read over what she wrote, and she may sound all pensive and eloquent (Sydney: Damn straight.) , but if you could see her at this moment, she is wearing a freaking sombrero. (Sydney: It is my thinking cap.) I just can't take her seriously--therefore, I continue.
The other day, I was watching the movie Just Go With It, with my friend Sandy and Noodles. Sandy had already seen this movie twice, and Noodles, well, let's just say that she doesn't really get into the romantic aspects of movies the way I do. So, I was sitting there on the couch, enjoying the movie (real quick, so you have some idea what I'm talking about---the movie is about a guy who wants to get this younger girl, but she thinks that he is getting a divorce, so he makes up this fake wife---and then he asks one of his best girl-friends to pretend to be the wife he is divorcing). If you have any common sense (and some idea about what always happens in these types of movies) you can predict the ending---not to spoiler it or anything.
As the Ah-Ha Moment was occurring, and the two main characters on the screen were gazing deeply into each others' eyes, my two friends were talking obnoxiously and about nonsense. While they were talking, I had to use precious oxygen in order to tell them to shut up; consequently, making even more noise and drowning out my scene. They continued blathering on, until finally they shut their pie-holes and I was able to catch the last few moments of the Ah-Ha moment. Thanks guys. >:(
XOXO
Amanda and Sydney
P.S. Sydney wants me to write (XOXO, Gossip Girl) and Sandy says "hi" because she has nothing else intelligent to say (except she made up that last line)
Tuesday, June 21, 2011
Stolen Drinks
So, it's been awhile. Well, really it has only been a week, but that feels like awhile when it's the summer (which it is), so I suppose it's time for me to write again... As far as a fun summer goes, so far I've been sick for most of it... yeah, so much fun there. But anyways, now that I am finally better (I think), I'm able to leave the house and do something besides watch movies all day long... Here goes my story:
So my friend and I (we will once again call her Noodles) decided to walk up to Panera to get an early dinner, or late lunch--whatever you want to call it. Like normal, she brought about two dollars, so I ended up paying for the both of us. The first thing I ordered was a wild cherry Smoothie (for Noodles) and frozen strawberry lemonade (for me). Then I ordered the rest of our food and walked over to the drink pick-up area. Right as I walked up to the counter, the guy making the drinks set down a frozen lemonade. There was no one else around, so I assumed that it was mine, except it had only been about 30 seconds since I finished placing my order, so I was a little reluctant.
And that wasn't the only problem. The frozen lemonade was the normal whitish-yellow color, and since I was almost positive I ordered the strawberry lemonade, I was assuming it would be pink. At least it was pink in the giant picture on the wall... So, I went up to the guy and asked if it was my drink. He just nodded and said yes, so I figured that I forgot to add the "strawberry" part to my order and I grabbed the drink. After a few moments, the cherry smoothie came out, Noodles grabbed it, and we went and sat down.
When we got to our table and started eating, I looked down at my receipt and I noticed that it said that I had in fact ordered a strawberry lemonade. I once again assumed, this time that the guy had just made the wrong drink. The regular lemonade was fine, so I decided not to ask for a new one, and went on eating. That was until Noodles decided to ask, "What if that wasn't your drink?" I was about to say that the guy told me it was my drink, when I realized, how would he know which drink belonged to each person... I hadn't ordered it from him... But since Noodles had the right drink, I kept on thinking that he had just made the wrong drink, and that I had not stolen somebody's lemonade.
That was until about five minutes later when a voice came on the intercom saying "Frozen Strawberry Lemonade and Wild Cherry Smoothie". Ha.. what a coincidence... right? After that Noodles and I came to the conclusion that we had taken the wrong drinks... Whoops. We spent the next few minutes trying to decide whether or not we should awkwardly claim our extra drinks. In the end, we pretended like they weren't ours.
I hope they made new drinks for the people that we stole ours from... (and it was an accident--I swear!)
XOXO
Amanda
So my friend and I (we will once again call her Noodles) decided to walk up to Panera to get an early dinner, or late lunch--whatever you want to call it. Like normal, she brought about two dollars, so I ended up paying for the both of us. The first thing I ordered was a wild cherry Smoothie (for Noodles) and frozen strawberry lemonade (for me). Then I ordered the rest of our food and walked over to the drink pick-up area. Right as I walked up to the counter, the guy making the drinks set down a frozen lemonade. There was no one else around, so I assumed that it was mine, except it had only been about 30 seconds since I finished placing my order, so I was a little reluctant.
And that wasn't the only problem. The frozen lemonade was the normal whitish-yellow color, and since I was almost positive I ordered the strawberry lemonade, I was assuming it would be pink. At least it was pink in the giant picture on the wall... So, I went up to the guy and asked if it was my drink. He just nodded and said yes, so I figured that I forgot to add the "strawberry" part to my order and I grabbed the drink. After a few moments, the cherry smoothie came out, Noodles grabbed it, and we went and sat down.
When we got to our table and started eating, I looked down at my receipt and I noticed that it said that I had in fact ordered a strawberry lemonade. I once again assumed, this time that the guy had just made the wrong drink. The regular lemonade was fine, so I decided not to ask for a new one, and went on eating. That was until Noodles decided to ask, "What if that wasn't your drink?" I was about to say that the guy told me it was my drink, when I realized, how would he know which drink belonged to each person... I hadn't ordered it from him... But since Noodles had the right drink, I kept on thinking that he had just made the wrong drink, and that I had not stolen somebody's lemonade.
That was until about five minutes later when a voice came on the intercom saying "Frozen Strawberry Lemonade and Wild Cherry Smoothie". Ha.. what a coincidence... right? After that Noodles and I came to the conclusion that we had taken the wrong drinks... Whoops. We spent the next few minutes trying to decide whether or not we should awkwardly claim our extra drinks. In the end, we pretended like they weren't ours.
I hope they made new drinks for the people that we stole ours from... (and it was an accident--I swear!)
XOXO
Amanda
Monday, June 20, 2011
VVV
So I was reading over my post, "Happy Endings Suck" and was literally laughing. I'm keeping it up for laughs.
XOXO Sarah
XOXO Sarah
Friday, June 17, 2011
Happy Endings SUCK.
Okay, now this is just a rant and I'm feeling moody (yes, I'm giving myself food therapy as well with chocolate, bread, and cranberry juice) but I DO NOT understand how ALL or most movies that are not horror movies end up with the girl getting the guy. THAT DOES NOT HAPPEN IN REAL LIFE, and it sucks that it doesn't. I honeslty wish that it were true that everyone has a soulmate, and even if we do could they please be in the same state as their's is and *maybe* same city? Is that so hard? It is....sorry to ask. But I just hate watching these dumb movie endings where the girl falls for the guy and the guy is SUPER sweet and adorable and is like "oh yeah, I'm buff, I model for Abercrombie, I drive a sports care even though I'm an artsy guitar player living in New York and I have all the time in the world for you babe." Or in teenage movies, "I'm the football star that really likes that girl I don't talk to a lot.." No, shut up.
Maybe I'm just ranting because I don't have a boyfriend, maybe it's because I'm listening to sad songs about finding eternal love and being happy forever and imagining I'm slow-dancing with Mr. Right who doesn't exist. Maybe it's all of those elements combines, whatever.
Don't get me started on Mr. Right, the perfect guy. Whaddaflock?! Probably not gonna happen, but in movies he's always there and melts away the hearts of every girl. Sorry, that "Mr. Right" is an actor...-_____- Sadly. I wish he were real LIKE A SOULMATE WHO PROBABLY LIVES ON THE OPPOSITE SIDE OF THE WORLD. gdjhgkhgfjkhgfjkhfgjkhfgkjfghjk Whoever decided liking someone or love or movie endings that end perfectly was very good at being able to torture people. (ps. if you're a guy and reading this Mr. Right doesn't exist, luckily, but don't be ruuuuuude to ANY girl, especially the one you "like," word of advice).
******Sorry it's short, it's a rant.
XOXO
Ranting Sarah
Maybe I'm just ranting because I don't have a boyfriend, maybe it's because I'm listening to sad songs about finding eternal love and being happy forever and imagining I'm slow-dancing with Mr. Right who doesn't exist. Maybe it's all of those elements combines, whatever.
Don't get me started on Mr. Right, the perfect guy. Whaddaflock?! Probably not gonna happen, but in movies he's always there and melts away the hearts of every girl. Sorry, that "Mr. Right" is an actor...-_____- Sadly. I wish he were real LIKE A SOULMATE WHO PROBABLY LIVES ON THE OPPOSITE SIDE OF THE WORLD. gdjhgkhgfjkhgfjkhfgjkhfgkjfghjk Whoever decided liking someone or love or movie endings that end perfectly was very good at being able to torture people. (ps. if you're a guy and reading this Mr. Right doesn't exist, luckily, but don't be ruuuuuude to ANY girl, especially the one you "like," word of advice).
******Sorry it's short, it's a rant.
XOXO
Ranting Sarah
Sunday, June 12, 2011
Super Monitor...?
Okay, sorry I have not been posting lately, first of all. It's been an exhausting weekend with tournaments and busy-ness every single day and I have had no energy to really write until today. Sorry, again. Anyway, aside from the grueling tournaments the Thieflord and I have been going to I saw Super 8 this weekend! Let me say this, Super 8 is a must see movie and you will NOT, I repeat NOT be disappointed from this action packed adventure.
Okay, so on Friday my friend "Orahp" and I went to Regal to go see the movie Super 8. It was quite enjoyable (Orahp and I have traditions of going to see horror/scary movies together, it's amazing). But anyway, after we saw Super 8 we decided to go get some really good burritos and wait for the chariot to arrive and pick us up. It was a long wait because the driver of the chariot was a little peeved with me and kind of wanted to rip my head off for asking (last-minute) to pick Orahp and me up. But after our chariot arrived we were headed home, but wait! We first needed gas. So, stopping at a very sketchy gas station we saw a man, whacked out of his mind, carrying just a computer monitor and crossing the intersection towards us.
I, who was obviously freaking out, ducked down under the dashboard while Orahp just sat there laughing. Coming up with scenarios, we both decided, as he walked into the small seven eleven by the gas station, that the man was trying to sell the monitor to the cashier who was slightly worried for his own health and the store's health.
The man then proceeded to take a very long time in the store trying to convince the owner the computer was worthy to pawn off.
Eventually the man decided that the cashier was not going to buy his single computer monitor and he left the store to only journey across the street to a liquor store where I'm sure he tried to pawn off the computer monitor he was carrying around... And that was Orahp's and my night..
Okay, so on Friday my friend "Orahp" and I went to Regal to go see the movie Super 8. It was quite enjoyable (Orahp and I have traditions of going to see horror/scary movies together, it's amazing). But anyway, after we saw Super 8 we decided to go get some really good burritos and wait for the chariot to arrive and pick us up. It was a long wait because the driver of the chariot was a little peeved with me and kind of wanted to rip my head off for asking (last-minute) to pick Orahp and me up. But after our chariot arrived we were headed home, but wait! We first needed gas. So, stopping at a very sketchy gas station we saw a man, whacked out of his mind, carrying just a computer monitor and crossing the intersection towards us.
I, who was obviously freaking out, ducked down under the dashboard while Orahp just sat there laughing. Coming up with scenarios, we both decided, as he walked into the small seven eleven by the gas station, that the man was trying to sell the monitor to the cashier who was slightly worried for his own health and the store's health.The man then proceeded to take a very long time in the store trying to convince the owner the computer was worthy to pawn off.
Then I'm pretty sure he tried bartering...
Friday, June 10, 2011
He Said What?
With summer here and everyone excited, I thought now would be a good time to reflect on somethings from last year. Specifically things from last summer. Okay, more specifically one event from last summer. It was hot (obviously, since it was the summer) and I was over at my friends house, we will call her Sandy.
We were just sitting around lazily when we happened to spy her neighbors in their backyard. They had put a slip n' slide down the playhouse slide. Well when we saw that, we were like, hey---that looks like it could be fun!
So we went over and asked if we could have a go. This whole decision to go over was pretty spontaneous, so we were fully dressed... Sandy went down the slip n' slide first, laughing hysterically as the neighbors sprayed the hose at her. I, on the other hand, was a little more reluctant because I didn't have a bathing suit or a change of clothing. But, the heat eventually got to me, and I went down the slide. And then I went again, and again. Soon enough Sandy and I were completely soaked, and after taking turns going down the slide (head first, feet first, on our stomachs, on our backs) we decided to go back inside. Just as we were walking inside her house, Sandy's grandpa was walking out. He gave one look at us and said, "What is this, a wet t-shirt contest? Well give me a Corona and I'll be good!" Then he laughed and walked off. Sandy and I looked at each other and then bust up laughing, trying to make sure we had actually just heard that right.
Turns out, it was true. We don't need to get our hearing checked---he actually said that. Haha, happy summer everyone!
XOXO
Amanda
We were just sitting around lazily when we happened to spy her neighbors in their backyard. They had put a slip n' slide down the playhouse slide. Well when we saw that, we were like, hey---that looks like it could be fun!
So we went over and asked if we could have a go. This whole decision to go over was pretty spontaneous, so we were fully dressed... Sandy went down the slip n' slide first, laughing hysterically as the neighbors sprayed the hose at her. I, on the other hand, was a little more reluctant because I didn't have a bathing suit or a change of clothing. But, the heat eventually got to me, and I went down the slide. And then I went again, and again. Soon enough Sandy and I were completely soaked, and after taking turns going down the slide (head first, feet first, on our stomachs, on our backs) we decided to go back inside. Just as we were walking inside her house, Sandy's grandpa was walking out. He gave one look at us and said, "What is this, a wet t-shirt contest? Well give me a Corona and I'll be good!" Then he laughed and walked off. Sandy and I looked at each other and then bust up laughing, trying to make sure we had actually just heard that right.
Turns out, it was true. We don't need to get our hearing checked---he actually said that. Haha, happy summer everyone!
XOXO
Amanda
Thursday, June 9, 2011
Schools Out Forever!
Guess what time it is....
SUMMER!
Thank goodness, Summer is finally here and trips to the pool, (more trips) to Chipotle, and trips to the beach are back in action! It's been a pretty long three months, at least for me, and I think everyone deserves a pat on the back (if you really want to, pat yourself on the back...but please make sure no one is watching you or else you probably will have to awkwardly explain why you just patted your back). I, for one, am so happy to be taking a break from school! I honestly do not know how much more of it I could have taken before my head exploded....not literally, that'd be kind of gross...Actually, really gross. Like, grosser than eating raw meat gross, and that is pretty gross (I wouldn't know from experience but one can assume).
Anyway, since everyone had been so excited for Summer this past couple of days the bus rides home were getting very, let's say, energetic. Kids were throwing water bottles out the window, screaming and shouting at one another and all a-while I had left my I-pod at a friend's house (we'll name her "The Thief Lord" for now even though it's my fault I left my i-pod in her dad's car). But today on my way home on the bus I'm kind of glad I didn't have my i-pod on me (it can be nice to just be away from electronics sometimes, obviously not on a bus but maybe in a meadow next to bambis or something, whatever floats your boat). In fact, I'm really glad I didn't have my i-pod today because today the kids on my bus decided to throw a water bottle at a passenger seat window that was a part of a van. A scary van with people in it. Scary, angry people. And, surprise surprise, the water bottle flew threw the, hehe, open passenger seat window and wound up landing in the lap of a very, very angry man who then proceeded to get out of his car (yes, on 108 during a stop light) and yell at the bus driver to open the doors! What the hell?! Now, I know you may be angry, sir, but seriously?
Anyway, since everyone had been so excited for Summer this past couple of days the bus rides home were getting very, let's say, energetic. Kids were throwing water bottles out the window, screaming and shouting at one another and all a-while I had left my I-pod at a friend's house (we'll name her "The Thief Lord" for now even though it's my fault I left my i-pod in her dad's car). But today on my way home on the bus I'm kind of glad I didn't have my i-pod on me (it can be nice to just be away from electronics sometimes, obviously not on a bus but maybe in a meadow next to bambis or something, whatever floats your boat). In fact, I'm really glad I didn't have my i-pod today because today the kids on my bus decided to throw a water bottle at a passenger seat window that was a part of a van. A scary van with people in it. Scary, angry people. And, surprise surprise, the water bottle flew threw the, hehe, open passenger seat window and wound up landing in the lap of a very, very angry man who then proceeded to get out of his car (yes, on 108 during a stop light) and yell at the bus driver to open the doors! What the hell?! Now, I know you may be angry, sir, but seriously?
So, this guy, who is yelling at the driver is scaring the living hell out of the kids who threw the water bottle. As you can imagine they're all scorning the kid who did the action directly and the kid getting scorned is blaming them for the encouragement. Typical.
Anyway, this guy was peeved. His face had turned red and he had the weirdest look. (Ps, sorry, I just had to add lipgloss...). Anyway, it was the WEIRDEST face, like this was his legitimate, or close to legitimate, angry face.
I mean, it did the job and scared the shit out of the kids to the point to where they thought the guy was following them all the way home but I could not help but laugh a bit. Though I probably would not have laughed in that guy's face, he looked like one angry raccoon.
(Okay, so I began to draw an angry raccoon but as soon as I saw the ears I could not help myself...)
XOXO
Sarah
Sarah
All In A Day
This post goes out to "L"... thanks for reading :)
The day started out just like any other day. I hit the snooze button on my alarm clock (also known as my phone) one too many times---but that's normal, happens pretty much everyday. And since that is all pretty dull, I won't even bothering boring you with anymore, but I'll tell you some of the more memorable moments.
French Class-Third Period:
For some reason, I don't know whether it is a habit or I just don't eat enough for breakfast, but I am always super hungry when third period comes along. And it isn't something I can just ignore either; my stomach starts making all those weird sounds, and people start to hear. The worst is during tests when all the weird noises seem to be the loudest... and the classroom is dead silent. Awkward.
So anyways, everyday in French I have a snack. It isn't a big snack or anything, just a granola bar right in the beginning. Everyday I do this. But it just so happens that my teacher does not appreciate this, so whenever he notices me eating, I get "One more bite, then let's put it away". Yeah, I get this same comment every single day. And every single day I just nod my head, smile, wait till he looks away, and then keep on eating.
Another story from French class:
Today we were working on our exam review guides, and we had to answer all these questions for it. So while we are doing this one of my good friends, we can call her "Noodles", leaned over to me and said "How do you say 'bar'?" Well I did know what meant, but I also didn't know the word in French... so, instead I said: "buhhhhhahrrrrrrr" I couldn't help with French but at least I could help with English :)
I'd write more, but school isn't that interesting so... hopefully the summer will bring some good stories to tell.
XOXO
Amanda
The day started out just like any other day. I hit the snooze button on my alarm clock (also known as my phone) one too many times---but that's normal, happens pretty much everyday. And since that is all pretty dull, I won't even bothering boring you with anymore, but I'll tell you some of the more memorable moments.
French Class-Third Period:
For some reason, I don't know whether it is a habit or I just don't eat enough for breakfast, but I am always super hungry when third period comes along. And it isn't something I can just ignore either; my stomach starts making all those weird sounds, and people start to hear. The worst is during tests when all the weird noises seem to be the loudest... and the classroom is dead silent. Awkward.
So anyways, everyday in French I have a snack. It isn't a big snack or anything, just a granola bar right in the beginning. Everyday I do this. But it just so happens that my teacher does not appreciate this, so whenever he notices me eating, I get "One more bite, then let's put it away". Yeah, I get this same comment every single day. And every single day I just nod my head, smile, wait till he looks away, and then keep on eating.
Another story from French class:
Today we were working on our exam review guides, and we had to answer all these questions for it. So while we are doing this one of my good friends, we can call her "Noodles", leaned over to me and said "How do you say 'bar'?" Well I did know what meant, but I also didn't know the word in French... so, instead I said: "buhhhhhahrrrrrrr" I couldn't help with French but at least I could help with English :)
I'd write more, but school isn't that interesting so... hopefully the summer will bring some good stories to tell.
XOXO
Amanda
Pizza?!
Happy end of the year, everyone! We hope you all had a good, fun year with lots of exciting events and memories! We know our year certainly was interesting.
So, what's new today you ask? Well, Mr. G treated us with cheese pizza today during seventh period (sadly I, Sarah, had to take off my delicious cheese topping because I am lactose intolerant). Amanda enjoyed her cheese though....): Ah, well.Thanks anyway, Mr G! Happy retire--Graduation!
Our friend "Giggles" is sitting next to us, actually reading Amanda's "Arachnophobia" right now. And the name Giggles isn't just random... he has a tendency to, well, giggle. As he was looking through our blog posts, he came across Sarah's entry "Psychopath" and noticed the beautiful drawing. Then he began giggling uncontrollably...maybe not uncontrollably, but it was I think it sounds better that way. Now he's watching "Jizz In My Pants"....while giggling. yeah. I think it's time we find a new subject.
So this group of guys that are currently in the classroom, lets call them "The Goons" found some people having sex. Classy guys. In school. Really?
Pretty interesting, if we have to say so. Back to Edgar, he's once again on his normal computer with his earbuds in and watching sports on Youtube. The usual...We sometimes even get to hear a cackle when he goes into his silent intervals. And oh my god he just moaned. Honestly. Oh gosh, this class is....And now Hulk is reading this entry and downgrading everything we are saying. Typical.
This is our final seventh period post but we'll be together over the summer blogging for you all to read. (:
We hope you have an amazing summer!
XOXO
Amanda and Sarah
So, what's new today you ask? Well, Mr. G treated us with cheese pizza today during seventh period (sadly I, Sarah, had to take off my delicious cheese topping because I am lactose intolerant). Amanda enjoyed her cheese though....): Ah, well.Thanks anyway, Mr G! Happy retire--Graduation!
Our friend "Giggles" is sitting next to us, actually reading Amanda's "Arachnophobia" right now. And the name Giggles isn't just random... he has a tendency to, well, giggle. As he was looking through our blog posts, he came across Sarah's entry "Psychopath" and noticed the beautiful drawing. Then he began giggling uncontrollably...maybe not uncontrollably, but it was I think it sounds better that way. Now he's watching "Jizz In My Pants"....while giggling. yeah. I think it's time we find a new subject.
So this group of guys that are currently in the classroom, lets call them "The Goons" found some people having sex. Classy guys. In school. Really?
Pretty interesting, if we have to say so. Back to Edgar, he's once again on his normal computer with his earbuds in and watching sports on Youtube. The usual...We sometimes even get to hear a cackle when he goes into his silent intervals. And oh my god he just moaned. Honestly. Oh gosh, this class is....And now Hulk is reading this entry and downgrading everything we are saying. Typical.
This is our final seventh period post but we'll be together over the summer blogging for you all to read. (:
We hope you have an amazing summer!
XOXO
Amanda and Sarah
Bathilda Bagshot
Right now I'm sitting in second period Psychology with my friend Sydney. So far our class has watched the end of "A Beautiful Mind" and we have made a trip to the computer lab where her computer will nto load her account, my computer will not load my email, and the teacher, "Miss Edgar" (pseudonym), is laughing obnoxiously at her computer as she blasts Youtube videos that are distracting me.
When Psychology first started in the beginning of second semester Sydney and I were ecstatic to know that we were in the same class, I thought I would for sure be alone and I'm sure she was thinking the same thing. But Psychology has been okay so far, thankfully. Sydney and I have met some really amazing and funny people such as Money, Dr. High, T, and E.
As the semester first began everyone was quiet and shy. No one really talked in our class and it was kind of tedious until Dr. High and Money moved to sit next to Sydney and me. After that everything lightened up, well at least on our side of the room.. Anyway, after Dr. High and Money left, they were seniors sadly, Sydney and I began our own adventures.
Now Sydney and I have done some pretty crazy stuff in this class from meditating on the floor to devising a skit of us cursing each other out. But on this day we were feeling exceptionally..."unique."
It all started off with drawings on a desk. You know, like when someone gets bored they begin to draw random stuff on the desk. Well, where I sat in psychology my desk was drawn on to the max! No space was left not drawn on and eventually someone got fed up and gave the people and me who sat at that desk sheets of paper to draw on. But instead of drawing on those sheets of paper I asked Sydney if she wanted to write stories and see who would add on to the stories...And so Bathilda Bagshot was born!
The story started off something like this:
"There was a fat old bat (Me)...But not an actual bat, an old woman (Sydney)...And she was batty, she didn't have any bat traits (Me)..."
And so we kept adding on to our story until it grew to be a full page and then we wrote a note at the bottom of the page, "whoever finds this, please add on to our story," and so the person who found our story did so!
JB, as we'd like to call him, was an instant crush for both of us. He added on to our story but never ruined the plot or the character. He added new characters, Pathological Liar Man, and he added new ways for Bathilda to
escape her tornado imprisonment (if the story is ever found I will write what is on it). It was an instant hit for all of us until, sadly, the story was lost to the dark abyss of the janitor's trash clean up (but we assumed someone stole the story to this day we still believe that).
But, after losing the story Sydney and I decided to write a "thank-you" note to JB for participating in our crazy antics, and so we did. Being creatives bumble bees (and after watching the fourth Pirates of the Caribbean on the weekend, I highly reccommend it) we posted our thank you letter behind the world map in the Spanish classroom. Thankfully, he wrote back and Sydney has the note to this day. So remember, always draw on desks, write on the papers strangers give you, do add-on stories, and check behind maps because you'll never know what you're going to find...
***Side note: Both the bathilda story and the thank you note behind the map were one of my favorite school experiences this year and I hope I have Sydney, who is sitting next to me watching some guy with lion hair dance, in more of my classes next year. Love you Syd(:
XOXO Sarah
******Pictures of the map paper will be posted later.
When Psychology first started in the beginning of second semester Sydney and I were ecstatic to know that we were in the same class, I thought I would for sure be alone and I'm sure she was thinking the same thing. But Psychology has been okay so far, thankfully. Sydney and I have met some really amazing and funny people such as Money, Dr. High, T, and E.
As the semester first began everyone was quiet and shy. No one really talked in our class and it was kind of tedious until Dr. High and Money moved to sit next to Sydney and me. After that everything lightened up, well at least on our side of the room.. Anyway, after Dr. High and Money left, they were seniors sadly, Sydney and I began our own adventures.
Now Sydney and I have done some pretty crazy stuff in this class from meditating on the floor to devising a skit of us cursing each other out. But on this day we were feeling exceptionally..."unique."
It all started off with drawings on a desk. You know, like when someone gets bored they begin to draw random stuff on the desk. Well, where I sat in psychology my desk was drawn on to the max! No space was left not drawn on and eventually someone got fed up and gave the people and me who sat at that desk sheets of paper to draw on. But instead of drawing on those sheets of paper I asked Sydney if she wanted to write stories and see who would add on to the stories...And so Bathilda Bagshot was born!
The story started off something like this:
"There was a fat old bat (Me)...But not an actual bat, an old woman (Sydney)...And she was batty, she didn't have any bat traits (Me)..."
And so we kept adding on to our story until it grew to be a full page and then we wrote a note at the bottom of the page, "whoever finds this, please add on to our story," and so the person who found our story did so!
JB, as we'd like to call him, was an instant crush for both of us. He added on to our story but never ruined the plot or the character. He added new characters, Pathological Liar Man, and he added new ways for Bathilda to
escape her tornado imprisonment (if the story is ever found I will write what is on it). It was an instant hit for all of us until, sadly, the story was lost to the dark abyss of the janitor's trash clean up (but we assumed someone stole the story to this day we still believe that). But, after losing the story Sydney and I decided to write a "thank-you" note to JB for participating in our crazy antics, and so we did. Being creatives bumble bees (and after watching the fourth Pirates of the Caribbean on the weekend, I highly reccommend it) we posted our thank you letter behind the world map in the Spanish classroom. Thankfully, he wrote back and Sydney has the note to this day. So remember, always draw on desks, write on the papers strangers give you, do add-on stories, and check behind maps because you'll never know what you're going to find...
***Side note: Both the bathilda story and the thank you note behind the map were one of my favorite school experiences this year and I hope I have Sydney, who is sitting next to me watching some guy with lion hair dance, in more of my classes next year. Love you Syd(:
XOXO Sarah
******Pictures of the map paper will be posted later.
Wednesday, June 8, 2011
Cake Dreams
A few weeks ago, a friend (lets call her Betty) and I were looking for something to do. Both of us were craving chocolate (go figure) , so we decided to bake. Why not, right? What we didn't know is what our quick craving for cake would turn into. After spending a little while searching the pantry for a prepackaged cake or brownie mix, we came to the conclusion that there was none. But don't worry! The story doesn't end here... we put our heads together (not literally of course) and decided to make a cake from scratch the old-fashioned way... just like they did in the olden days (at least I think that's what they did back then).
So we grabbed the flour, the sugar, the brown sugar, the powdered sugar, the chocolate, the Ovaltine, the cocoa powder, the vanilla, and all the other delectable goods we thought necessary for making a cake. We learned a lot from this experience too---like baking powder makes the cake rise (thank you Google) and marshmallows WILL get stuck in the blender (next time melt before you add to the mix).
Eventually we prevailed. At least until we had to get the cake out of the pans that is. We were so proud when we took it out of the oven... the cake had actually risen! Then, after the normal ten minute cooling period, we tried to get the cake out of the pan. Stealthily, I grabbed the pan and turned it on the cooling tray. I was proud of my efforts until I realized the cake was still in the pan, even though the pan was now up-side-down. Looks like someone forgot to grease the pan... Don't wanna mention any names or anything, but... I will say it wasn't Betty. My Bad.
Now to the title: Cake Dreams. I've already cleared up what this post has to do with cake, but now you may be wondering what dreams can come with a cake..
And the story continues (it is almost over, I swear): A good hour after the cake came out of the oven (and after it had been put in the freezer for a LONG period of time), the cake finally came out of the pan. Then we frosted it and finally, we were able to accomplish what Betty and I set out to do---eat chocolate. Hallelujah. Although I'm trying to be modest, I will admit that the cake was pretty good, and that made Betty and I start to think...
So we grabbed the flour, the sugar, the brown sugar, the powdered sugar, the chocolate, the Ovaltine, the cocoa powder, the vanilla, and all the other delectable goods we thought necessary for making a cake. We learned a lot from this experience too---like baking powder makes the cake rise (thank you Google) and marshmallows WILL get stuck in the blender (next time melt before you add to the mix).
Eventually we prevailed. At least until we had to get the cake out of the pans that is. We were so proud when we took it out of the oven... the cake had actually risen! Then, after the normal ten minute cooling period, we tried to get the cake out of the pan. Stealthily, I grabbed the pan and turned it on the cooling tray. I was proud of my efforts until I realized the cake was still in the pan, even though the pan was now up-side-down. Looks like someone forgot to grease the pan... Don't wanna mention any names or anything, but... I will say it wasn't Betty. My Bad.
Now to the title: Cake Dreams. I've already cleared up what this post has to do with cake, but now you may be wondering what dreams can come with a cake..
And the story continues (it is almost over, I swear): A good hour after the cake came out of the oven (and after it had been put in the freezer for a LONG period of time), the cake finally came out of the pan. Then we frosted it and finally, we were able to accomplish what Betty and I set out to do---eat chocolate. Hallelujah. Although I'm trying to be modest, I will admit that the cake was pretty good, and that made Betty and I start to think...
So here comes the dream: since the end of the school year is coming up, one of our teachers asked us to draw a picture of our dreams for the future. It could be anything we wanted, it just had to show a dream we have. While most kids were dreaming about what college they wanted to go to, or about becoming doctors or lawyers or astronauts, Betty chose to draw something different. She didn't draw herself graduating from college or living in a huge house... her dream was to win first prize at the county fair in the cake baking contest. Yeah, you read that right. That was the dream she decided to draw about in our AP class (next year maybe Food Trends?).
Well, Betty if that is your dream, I promise I'll help you achieve it. As long as I get to eat some of the cake along the way :) We still have a few months till the fair, but on Friday we will make another cake for practice so we can get our super secret recipe down perrrrfffect.
I'll let you know how Friday's baking experience goes (and I'll be make sure to grease the pan to avoid any nightmares).
XOXO
Amanda
Rocket Man
Hey! So both Amanda and I are in seventh period, again and it is going as usual. "Edgar" is on his computer, his one ear phone in his left ear and he is obnoxiously chewing his gum and getting really into his Youtube and sports videos. You know just the normal day. "Wiz" is listening to Wiz Khalifa (as usual) and staring at Amanda and me/the computer screen as we type this. Mr. G is in his office, doing work and preparing for his "graduation" from high school and everyone else is either on the computers or sitting around talking about something I can't quite make out. Such an enjoyable class...Oh, wait.
Nothing has really happened to either Amanda or I since the start of the day. It's been pretty boring except for fifth period. Now, Our fifth period teacher is one of our favorite teachers, and that's speaking for both of us. His name is Mr. "Bradbury" and he is very funny, quirky, smart, and outspoken. He enjoys reading stories to the class, for example today: Mr. Bradbury decided today was the ideal day to read to his fifth period class one of his favorite stories Rocket Man. Rocket Man is a very inspirational story about a young boy who wants to be like his father but his father and mother don't want him to be a rocket man. Mr. Bradbury's response to what the father and mother are preventing for the boy is this, "do what you want to do and be happy with what you do." (Not quoted exactly.)
The end of the year is coming up, and (unfortunately) we have final exams. One of the hardest exams, at least for Sarah and me (yes---the writer has changed) would definitely be English. It just so happens that Mr. Bradbury is our English teacher. Him, being his funny self, spent a good ten minutes in class telling us about all the things we should NOT do on the writing portion of the exams. For example: "Do not write: the authors word make an image in my head---yes of course, they are words, that is what they are supposed to do". He then told us to make sure that our paragraph responses were not the same length as our essay (5 sentence paragraphs, and then 6 sentence essays---each paragraph within the essay to be about a sentence). The sad thing is, he told us that people actually turn in essays like that...wow.
XOXO
Sarah and Amanda
Nothing has really happened to either Amanda or I since the start of the day. It's been pretty boring except for fifth period. Now, Our fifth period teacher is one of our favorite teachers, and that's speaking for both of us. His name is Mr. "Bradbury" and he is very funny, quirky, smart, and outspoken. He enjoys reading stories to the class, for example today: Mr. Bradbury decided today was the ideal day to read to his fifth period class one of his favorite stories Rocket Man. Rocket Man is a very inspirational story about a young boy who wants to be like his father but his father and mother don't want him to be a rocket man. Mr. Bradbury's response to what the father and mother are preventing for the boy is this, "do what you want to do and be happy with what you do." (Not quoted exactly.)
The end of the year is coming up, and (unfortunately) we have final exams. One of the hardest exams, at least for Sarah and me (yes---the writer has changed) would definitely be English. It just so happens that Mr. Bradbury is our English teacher. Him, being his funny self, spent a good ten minutes in class telling us about all the things we should NOT do on the writing portion of the exams. For example: "Do not write: the authors word make an image in my head---yes of course, they are words, that is what they are supposed to do". He then told us to make sure that our paragraph responses were not the same length as our essay (5 sentence paragraphs, and then 6 sentence essays---each paragraph within the essay to be about a sentence). The sad thing is, he told us that people actually turn in essays like that...wow.
XOXO
Sarah and Amanda
Tuesday, June 7, 2011
Psychopath.
Okay, after the beggar post you all should now know I have three domestic pets. You know of 1/3 pets, M. The second I present to you is a little more, neurotic, let's say. She is a black cat with blotches of white scattered along her body. She is a lean, mean, human annoying machine and her name is Lydia, but I enjoy calling her "psycho" because she is one.
This cat is insane. She sleeps for twenty hours a day on either my bed or C's bed and then whines at our doors or hunts invisible mice that run around my house for the other four hours. Honestly, I don't know what's worse; seeing Lydi dive under one of the oriental rugs and then bolt up the stairs or hear her meow over and over and over again. This cat's meow is the highest pitched meow I've ever heard. Honestly.
Sometimes Lydi will come to the door at twelve in the morning or some odd hour of the night and..."meeeeeoooooow." The worst part is I don't hear the end of it until I open my door and she bolts in like lightning. She's not only lean but very cat-thletic. Now, don't get me wrong, I don't mind sharing a tine sliver of my bed with this small cat but apparently she does. When she comes into the door she IS the Queen of Sheba, or Kibblah (lol, dog joke). Not only does Lydia like to sleep in my bed, she likes to sleep in the middle of my bed, which isn't that big to begin with and she obviously does not realize I do not like to share my space that much. So normally, Lydi and I end up having a full out war. She scratches me, I threaten her, she scratches and swats again, I threaten again. I mean, I'm not gonna hit a cat but if I were a cat I'd take a few swats at Lydi...even though she'd probably kick my sorry cat-ass. So after she wins the war I normally leave my....I mean her room and go eat (the usual). It's the circle of life, what're you going to do?
Anyway, today I had to do the AP project that was due tonight, luckily I finished it in time, and then I had a packet that needed to be done...It's half way done, close enough. But, at about 3:30pm today I heard a high pitched, "meeeeeow" coming from C's door of the jack and jill bathroom, yes C and I share a bathroom, yum;) So, my first instinct was to ignore it. Whatever. Again, "meeeeeeow," this cat is insane if she thinks I'm letting her in my room...Ignore. And again, I kept hearing Lydi's meow. Normally, I would've given in at this point but no! I had stuff to do and a healthy, diet snack to eat!...Okay, a bag of chips and soda bottle, so what? By the eighth or ninth meow I could not take it though. This cat was persistent. So, getting up wearily I dragged myself to C's door and opened it a crack and there she was, the psycho.
It only took her one glance to know that I was giving in and she bolted into my room at full speed, charging straight for my bed. Leaping into it she ended up meowing more until I finally threw her out of my room and closed both doors for double protection. Sadly, she kept meowing until I chased her downstairs. I haven't seen her since and it is now 10:30pm. So, tell me who won that battle? .....Yeah, well, I put in a good fight, okay!
XOXO
Sarah
Arachnophobia
definition: the fear of spiders
December (I dunno... let's just say a few days before Christmas)
We were all sitting at lunch, exchanging gifts right before the break:
And then came the time to open the gift. I didn't really know what to expect---I felt kinda special because I had two gifts while everyone else only had one. Oh how wrong I was...
Before I continue, let me say that it was not a real spider---it was a huge black gummy spider, but it had the same effect. I put on quite a spectacal right there in the hallway. Me screaming, running away as my friends threw the spider at me. One friend, lets just call her "Ursula" even put the spider down the back of my shirt. ...That brought on a lot more screams, even putting me close to tears. The spider was put in and out of the trashcan multiple times, stuck to lockers, put in my backpack...
But as traumatic as that lunch period was, it eventually ended, and I thought everything to do with the spider was over... but again I thought wrong. I went to get my coat from the locker room at the end of the day, but I wasn't stupid. I was suspicious of my friends. I knew they wouldn't let their "fun" die down that fast. I carefully inspected my coat, eventually finding it in the pocket. At first I jumped, but I didn't want to let them win. So, I grabbed my coat by its hood and started shaking it around until the spider fell out. Eventually, it did.
Once again, I thought the spider fiasco was over. Then, a few weeks later, after Christmas break, I started getting suspicious again. Had my friends really let the whole spider thing go? It didn't seem right. Once again, I went to my locker to get my coat. As I was putting the coat on, I felt an odd lump in the lining of the coat. I took the coat off immeadiately and went back to class. When I got there I asked another friend to look and see what was there.... sure enough it was the spider.
Finally, after ten minutes of them throwing around the spider and making fun of me, it was throw away for good (at least I think---knock on wood). But you know what they say, what goes around, comes back around, and I'm already plotting for next Christmas.
**To the friend who gave me this horrid gift, I do know it was a joke, and I appreciate it, after all, it is the thought that counts (even if it was an evil thought). But look out for next year.
XOXO
Amanda
Sadly, I have this phobia. How bad? Well, bad enough to make me throw my computer halfway across my bed when I typed "Arachnophobia" into Google (to check the spelling, of course) and a picture of a spider crawling on a guys head popped up. In the words of Ron Weasley, "I don't like spiders".
The unfortunate part is that my friends know that too. And my friends, being who they are, have a tendancy to torment me for that fear... thanks guys :) One prime example? Last Christmas...
December (I dunno... let's just say a few days before Christmas)
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| Me (left) recieving the gift. Evil Friend (right) giving gift --Before the gift was opened-- |
And then came the time to open the gift. I didn't really know what to expect---I felt kinda special because I had two gifts while everyone else only had one. Oh how wrong I was...
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| Me: Opening Present and Realizing... |
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| Me: (left) screaming my head off Spider: (top right) flying down the hallway Evil Friend: (bottom right) laughing hysterically |
But as traumatic as that lunch period was, it eventually ended, and I thought everything to do with the spider was over... but again I thought wrong. I went to get my coat from the locker room at the end of the day, but I wasn't stupid. I was suspicious of my friends. I knew they wouldn't let their "fun" die down that fast. I carefully inspected my coat, eventually finding it in the pocket. At first I jumped, but I didn't want to let them win. So, I grabbed my coat by its hood and started shaking it around until the spider fell out. Eventually, it did.
Once again, I thought the spider fiasco was over. Then, a few weeks later, after Christmas break, I started getting suspicious again. Had my friends really let the whole spider thing go? It didn't seem right. Once again, I went to my locker to get my coat. As I was putting the coat on, I felt an odd lump in the lining of the coat. I took the coat off immeadiately and went back to class. When I got there I asked another friend to look and see what was there.... sure enough it was the spider.
Finally, after ten minutes of them throwing around the spider and making fun of me, it was throw away for good (at least I think---knock on wood). But you know what they say, what goes around, comes back around, and I'm already plotting for next Christmas.
**To the friend who gave me this horrid gift, I do know it was a joke, and I appreciate it, after all, it is the thought that counts (even if it was an evil thought). But look out for next year.
XOXO
Amanda
Beggar Dog.
I don't know about you but I own pets. Three "domesticated" pets and then seven+ turtles. Anyway, out of the three "domestic" pets I have a white lab named M. Yes, she is so friendly and sweet but she is such a BEGGAR. Like, omg, this dog does not stop begging...Ever! If you have food, she begs; if you don't have food, she begs. Anything you do she begs. Honestly, it's impossible to not have her beg. It's either she begs for a belly rub, food (preferably bread, her favorite) or just to go outside and play, play, play! I mean, she is cute and sweet and everything in between but it gets annoying!
The way M begs is almost impossible to ignore too. She is literally too cute. When she gives you her begging face you just cannot refuse but to give her at least a bite of your meal, she normally begs during lunch or dinner...Or for me, whenever I'm eating (always). And it's the same face EVERY TIME. It's the sad "I'll probably starve to death and you will be a horrible, murderous owner if you let me starve" face. And guess what, it works. But it's not the puppy pout lips that get me...it's M's eyes. See, I always look at either the teeth or eyes of whatever I'm looking at, if it has eyes and teeth (which hopefully, it should). And her eyes are the color of brown, not just a poop brown but you know the eyes of cows....Yeah, that adorable.
Anyway, so this dog, while you eat, will stare you down...Not just with "the face" but with...
Oh yes, the eyes. The most powerful begging instrument this dog has discovered. I swear, she uses it on house guests all the time and it works! And to be honest, I'm slightly jealous of her new found super dog power. Like, why does she get it? But I guess that's just how she is.
On another note, sometimes I imagine M as a human...
XOXO Sarah
The way M begs is almost impossible to ignore too. She is literally too cute. When she gives you her begging face you just cannot refuse but to give her at least a bite of your meal, she normally begs during lunch or dinner...Or for me, whenever I'm eating (always). And it's the same face EVERY TIME. It's the sad "I'll probably starve to death and you will be a horrible, murderous owner if you let me starve" face. And guess what, it works. But it's not the puppy pout lips that get me...it's M's eyes. See, I always look at either the teeth or eyes of whatever I'm looking at, if it has eyes and teeth (which hopefully, it should). And her eyes are the color of brown, not just a poop brown but you know the eyes of cows....Yeah, that adorable. Anyway, so this dog, while you eat, will stare you down...Not just with "the face" but with...
Oh yes, the eyes. The most powerful begging instrument this dog has discovered. I swear, she uses it on house guests all the time and it works! And to be honest, I'm slightly jealous of her new found super dog power. Like, why does she get it? But I guess that's just how she is.
On another note, sometimes I imagine M as a human...
Awkward, boring, and long conversations..
(Sorry I'm posting so much, it's the newness of the blog that's getting to me! Aha, it's so fun!)
Anyway, we've all had that one conversation we wish to forget. Maybe it was too weird, annoying, maybe too perverted, too awkward, or just plain boring but we've all had at least one conversation of the sort. Anyway, I know that I have had plenty and they just keep getting stranger and stranger. They always start out innocently until...
And then it just goes downhill. Honestly, why can't it be a normal conversation? And sometimes you get the boring conversations...
And then you have the face to face confrontations....
Those are the worst, if you ask me. Because at least online you can hide your apathy or sarcasm with a "haha" or "jk" but not when it comes face to face....
But if it's face to face or online or over text they always end the same way, one person gives up trying and the other is left clueless and, in the end,pissed off sad or confused.
I always thought the whole point of a conversation was to have a good conversations, not a boring or awkward one. My friend T and I, for example, have pretty fun conversations. Whether it's about our favorite game, ROBOUNI, or Harry Potter. It's always fun. She and I also have the same habit of saying phrases, okay...ONE word..."Eesh."
T:
BLAHBLAHBLAH EESH YIKES
Me:
LOL BLAHBLAH EESH BLAAAAAH WHY DO YOU SAY YIKES?!
literally.
But I mean, that's what makes our conversations fun, and the fact that we constantly make fun of each other.....and others. BUT THATS SOMETHING ELSE.
Anyway, back on track, we've all had those conversations and I mean, sure, they may be nice people or have a nice face or profile picture but sometimes these conversations are just not worth the effort or traumatic memory.
XOXO
Sarah
Anyway, we've all had that one conversation we wish to forget. Maybe it was too weird, annoying, maybe too perverted, too awkward, or just plain boring but we've all had at least one conversation of the sort. Anyway, I know that I have had plenty and they just keep getting stranger and stranger. They always start out innocently until...
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But if it's face to face or online or over text they always end the same way, one person gives up trying and the other is left clueless and, in the end,
I always thought the whole point of a conversation was to have a good conversations, not a boring or awkward one. My friend T and I, for example, have pretty fun conversations. Whether it's about our favorite game, ROBOUNI, or Harry Potter. It's always fun. She and I also have the same habit of saying phrases, okay...ONE word..."Eesh."
T:
BLAHBLAHBLAH EESH YIKES
Me:
LOL BLAHBLAH EESH BLAAAAAH WHY DO YOU SAY YIKES?!
literally.
But I mean, that's what makes our conversations fun, and the fact that we constantly make fun of each other.....and others. BUT THATS SOMETHING ELSE.
Anyway, back on track, we've all had those conversations and I mean, sure, they may be nice people or have a nice face or profile picture but sometimes these conversations are just not worth the effort or traumatic memory.
XOXO
Sarah
Just Your Average Bus Ride...
Schools out. Finally. At least for the day it is. One more week till break, but hey, I've waited a whole year so I can wait a few more days. Well, I can, but I can't speak for all the school, especially for one specific person on my bus. Actually after today's little incident I probably can, and let's just say she wants to be out of school (and off the bus) reeeeeal bad. Let me explain...
It is 2:25 p.m. and all is calm on the bus. At least for now. We pull into the neighborhood, arrive at the first stop, and everyone gets out. Or so the bus driver thinks. So he starts pulling away.
Boom! Boom! Boom! I hear someone running in the back of the bus. I look back and this girl is coming down the aisle with her backpack flying everywhere hitting seats (and probably people). She gets up to the bus driver, but he hasn't noticed her so the bus is still rollin'. She turns around and gives everyone on the bus a look which I can imagine says "is this stupid driver really not going to stop for me?". Not in a pathetic kind of way but more in a "who the heck does he think he is" kind of way.
But hold up. If you are feeling sorry for her, just stop right there. I should tell you that there is about 300ft between stop A and stop B, and what comes next from her is just ruuuuuude.
"Excuseuh me? Did you not hear me yelling at you to stop?" she yells in a loud, obnoxious, and overly dramatic way. The bus driver stops, opens the door, and then the girl rolls her eyes and gets out. Hey hun! You don't own the world ya know and you could do with learning some manners. Yeah thanks.
Please, if I ever become that way, just slap me across the face. Seriously.
XOXO
Amanda
It is 2:25 p.m. and all is calm on the bus. At least for now. We pull into the neighborhood, arrive at the first stop, and everyone gets out. Or so the bus driver thinks. So he starts pulling away.
Boom! Boom! Boom! I hear someone running in the back of the bus. I look back and this girl is coming down the aisle with her backpack flying everywhere hitting seats (and probably people). She gets up to the bus driver, but he hasn't noticed her so the bus is still rollin'. She turns around and gives everyone on the bus a look which I can imagine says "is this stupid driver really not going to stop for me?". Not in a pathetic kind of way but more in a "who the heck does he think he is" kind of way.
But hold up. If you are feeling sorry for her, just stop right there. I should tell you that there is about 300ft between stop A and stop B, and what comes next from her is just ruuuuuude.
"Excuseuh me? Did you not hear me yelling at you to stop?" she yells in a loud, obnoxious, and overly dramatic way. The bus driver stops, opens the door, and then the girl rolls her eyes and gets out. Hey hun! You don't own the world ya know and you could do with learning some manners. Yeah thanks.
Please, if I ever become that way, just slap me across the face. Seriously.
XOXO
Amanda
Seventh Period
We just made this during seventh period, haha; it's actually pretty fun.
Okay, so we promised it'd be like a diary entry kind of blog about our seventh period class that's lasting for another week but we'll continue it next year? Or whenever we feel like it. (We're not weird). Now, since this is on the internet we can't use legitimate names so we've given people pseudonyms. Our first person is "named" Edgar.
So "Edgar" likes to curse a lot, and that's putting it mildly. Very mildly. Right now he's not but he probably will start to when he begins to watch his favorite sport, _______ball. Here he goes.
Any sport there is, you name, he follows it. But he isn't just an avid fan who enjoys watching the games and such... he will watch the games and then comment and curse about every single play in the game like he knows better than the players. Yeah... I'm sure.
I'm sure Edgar is a nice, lovable kid deep down, but there are just some people that drive you crazy, and trust me... he is definitely one.
XOXO
Sarah and Amanda
Okay, so we promised it'd be like a diary entry kind of blog about our seventh period class that's lasting for another week but we'll continue it next year? Or whenever we feel like it. (We're not weird). Now, since this is on the internet we can't use legitimate names so we've given people pseudonyms. Our first person is "named" Edgar.
So "Edgar" likes to curse a lot, and that's putting it mildly. Very mildly. Right now he's not but he probably will start to when he begins to watch his favorite sport, _______ball. Here he goes.
Any sport there is, you name, he follows it. But he isn't just an avid fan who enjoys watching the games and such... he will watch the games and then comment and curse about every single play in the game like he knows better than the players. Yeah... I'm sure.
I'm sure Edgar is a nice, lovable kid deep down, but there are just some people that drive you crazy, and trust me... he is definitely one.
XOXO
Sarah and Amanda
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