My flamingoes

keep falling off the bookshelf. Blerg.

Sort-of Itchiness

That doesn't look right, should it be "ichiness" instead, cuz that doesn't look right either. Oh well. Anyway, had to go to the dermatologist today and, though I got out of Health for it, it wasn't exactly fun. I went to have two moles removed cuz they bothered me. He gave me some kind of general anaesthetic, and that felt wierd. And it bruised my leg. So then he cuts them off, and the one on my elbow was fine, but the one on my leg was really big, so he had to cauterize it, which is going to make my it sting when the stuff wears off. So then the stuff spreads feels like when someone gives you a deadarm. All down my leg. So now I walk funny and it feels REALLY weird too. And it is going to hurt like !@#$%& in the morning. And we didn't hve any bandaids big enough to cover it when I got out of the shower, so I had to use two instead. And both places itch deep inside AND IT IS DRIVING ME CRAZY!!!!!

Pants.

I found this super-spiffy pair of pants at Love Me 2 Times, and I went to buy them this afternoon, but I had to try them on bofore I bought them. AND THEY DIDN'T FIT!!! But just barely. If there had been another 1/4 inch of material around the waist and hips, they would have been tailor-perfect. They were so pretty too, they had bell bottoms and pink and turquoise flowers embroidered all the way up to the knees. I was even going to put up with the fact that they had a normal waist-waist, because they were so perfect in every other way. They were even long enough, which is a feat in and of itself where I am concerned, and were only twelve dollars. And they were just barely too small. I hate how this always happens to me.

Stupid overdue books.

While mt mum was outta town, i was supposta renew our library books. I forgot and now mum is mad at me.

Sickness and preps.

I have had a cold for about two and a half weeks now, and I am sick of it. Every time I think it may actually be claering up, it comes back the next day with a vengence. On Sunday I coughed so hard I couldn't stand up. Preps suck eggs. I think I may beat a certain un-named one *coughmallycough* who gives every effort to be a pain in the ....everything. She has been a thorn in my side for many many years, and I thought I was free of her at last when I quit dance this year. But no, my plans were thwarted once again. She is under the delusion that the world was created just so she could have loving followers and people to mock and be better than. And don't get me started on Sarah Blackwelder. She was gone all last week skiing. SKIING. Who gets out of school for a week to go skiing? I don't think I have even ever been in all the span of my fourteen years, four months and eight days. I was thinking earlier what would happen to preps that were forced into a school where they had to wear uniforms, no makeup, couldn't dye (or bleach) their hair, and weren't allowed to wear padded bras or fake boobs. Their air-filled-chemically-fried heads would probably expolde. Serve them right. I hate them all.

My computer hates me.

I apparently don't have the correct flash plugins, so I can't view some flash movies. It also will not read half the links I click on. So I can't fo anything interesting. And I have the wierdest family in the world. They sang about eating shrimp at dinner tonight. And they made up lyrics to Beatles songs about shrimp, too, and I admit it was indeed amusing, but it was WEIRD. So this is how my life goes. And I can't eat anything with milk in it without taking Lactaid anymore. Just in the last couple days, too. |\|o7 3v3|\| l337 |\/|4k35 |\/|3 f33l 83773r.

Sigh.

Uber-bored

I am sitting in DCS and I finished my exam really fast and the only question I missed was really wierd(it was about the order you put information in a bibliography). But now I am bored. Everyone had finished with at lest 35 minutes to spare, and I didn't really have anything to do. So I am posting how bored I am. I should be studying for English, but I can do that in Jazz Band.


Egads, I'm bored.

Exams should die

I cried over the bloody exams today. I was posting on the other blogs and my mom came in and said: 'Turn that off and study for two hours' this made me mad because I was going to as soon as I finished the post I was working on. I then realised that I had not brought any notes home with me, so I couldn't study even if I had wanted to. Also, over break, every time I had a free minute that didn't already have some sort of plan for it, my mom told me to study and lectured me if I didn't. So, I had been banned from the computer so I couldn't even study via the stupid website my DCS teacher came up with. I was tired and over-schooled and not feeling as perfect as could be. So I cried. Mom responded to this with "I didn't realise you were so over-worked." How could she not, seeing as I came home and watched TV, something I do very rarely anymore. AND my "regular" Spanish teacher came back today and announced first thing that he thought it was stupid that the sub wasn't going to give an exam and we were going to have one whether we liked it or not. That means that I now have some sort of test in every subject for exam days. I originally only had three.