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

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?

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

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

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

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.

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 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

Psychopath.

(Redoing this baaab).

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

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)





Me (left) recieving the gift. Evil Friend (right) giving gift
--Before the gift was opened--

  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...






Me: Opening Present and Realizing...





Me: (left) screaming my head off   Spider: (top right) flying
down the hallway
Evil Friend: (bottom right) laughing hysterically

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

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

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...

wtf

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

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

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