Say What?

So I was thinking I should type another post, since I haven't for awhile, and I came up with this brilliant idea. Yesterday, while we went over notes in class, I wrote a whole bunch of randomness and my idea is that I will post it. If it makes no sense whatsoever, do not be afraid. That's how it's supposed to be. So here goes:

They said that is was once was and that fish ate worms. Therefore, the complexity of hair is was, and was is that which can be. In the case that was is that which can be, is could pertain to a certain degree of correctness which we find in all apples.

To put this more simply, the third dimension is dynamically flawed in its vegetables, which should have been pies. But then again, pies are the substance of mixing and blending. Currently, however, pies were changed to turkey's of shell. If there was to be a gravity surging, as the current ways of that law are unstable and universally challenged, the result might be a bending of this reality of is. If is becomes bent, then was could quite possibly develop into were and were into not.

In terms of oranges, books do not comply. There once was a folder that fell off a bridge of pebbles into a river of system. Prices inconveniently encountered this problem, but they widened into rips in fabric. The fabric, composed of nationalism and eyebrows, was and came to be involuntary mountains. During this point in time, the rock of tables and water mysteriously disappeared into the great abyss of disruption.

If your IQ dropped, that's okay.

I stole this tag from netsiK. Hope she doesn't mind! XD

Do you like to write?
I like filling out fun questions. Does that count?

Favourite Books?
Um...Deep Storm - Lincoln Child

Adam - Ted Dekker

and Prey - Michael Crichton

There are many, many more.

Do you compose music/write songs?
*hysterical laughter* no.

Do you like Poetry?
Mostly no. Every now and then, yes.

Loved someone so much who made you cry?
...Not sure exactly what. Beans! Hahahahaha.

Broken a bone?
My right big toe. It's deformed now. O_o

Been in a police car?
Nope!

Been on a boat?
Like netsirK, I live on an island. The same island, in fact. So it's pretty much impossible that I've never been on a boat.

Fallen asleep at school?
Pft. No. I got really tired though.

Did you sing today?

I sing every day.

KFC, Popeyes or Church's?
Never been to either one. It's all part of the "island" thing.

Chick-fil-a or What-a-Burger?
I've never been to or had one of either.

Starbucks or McCafe?
Starbucks. I guess.

What's your favourite time of year?
I like winter when there is snow and summer when there is sun.

Do you ever talk to yourself?
Hehe. Daily. A lot.

Do you have a favourite treat you like to buy on occasions?
A latte or mocha at Java Hus.

Do you believe the Bible is the literal word of God and is infallible?
Without a doubt.

What's your favourite sport?
Psychologically analyzing people. jk.

What colour is your Ipod?
Classic silver. Very svelte.

If you could go anywhere in the world, where would you go?
An inch to the left.

If you could go to any fictional place, where would you go?
Um...in the future

Do you love to write or do you just like writing? Or do you write at all?
Of course I write. That's what I'm doing write now. Haha, joke.

What do you want to be when you a grown-up?

I wanna be a dragon!

Favourite animal?
Cat, horse, or wolf.

Favourite Song?
Like I could type them all. A few are Comatose - Skillet, Mouth Like a Magazine - Showbread, and In Christ Alone - Newsboys.

Do you like school?
Sometimes.

Are you a people person? Because I'm getting the idea that you are!
Probably not. I could be, but it depends.

Do you like to talk?
That would depend on the subject and wether or not people will let me talk.

Favourite food?
I like fried rice.

Hobbies?
Um, I draw.

Favourite Author?
*sigh*. One of them is Erin Hunter, or was when I was younger.

Favourite weapon?
Butcher knife or fire poker. (Don't worry, I've never had to use either)

Is this a fun tag or are you getting bored?
I like.

Do you like Hannah Montana and all those girly people and movies like high school musical?
*hack hack, cough cough* No way! I despise musicals! I like deep suspense and plot.

What are you scared of?
Spiders. And falling face first into a concrete slab with my hands tied behind my back and someone pushing me.

Favourite flower?
Geraniums. And flowers that smell good.

Colour of your eyes?
Brown, like the majority.

Fairbanks!

Yes, I am in Fairbanks, AK. I'm here visiting my sista who is in college. Right now we, well, my sis, is trying to figure out mom's new phone. Um...Yeah. I really like the radio up here because it's nice. Ha. No really, they have a good Christian station. I'm pretty sure they have a Christian rock station too, because while we were searching channels we came across Thousand Foot Krutch (an awesome band).

So, we left Psg alright but when we got to Juneau we had to wait on the tarmac for at least 20 minutes for some other plane that was coming in. So we were 20 minutes late to Anchorage and we caught our flight just in time. We literally had 7 minutes before they disconnected the loading thing. The weather in Anchorage was really winding so it was a tough and exciting landing, but the pilot did a good job, methinks. (if you don't know, I like mild turbulence, landing, and taking off) Then we had slight turbulence most of the way to Fairbanks and we sat two rows away from a crying baby, but oh well.

If all goes perfect, where's the story? Anyway, because of the delay and our quick catch of the plane out of Anchorage, the bags we had didn't arrive. So we had to go pick them up later. Luckily, everything is accounted for. Right. Well, I don't know when I'll blog next, so...see ya! (not literally) Bye.

Yeah

I was thinking, "Hey, I haven't posted anything for awhile," so I posted this. And now I'll type some freakishly random story. Let's see...

On October 15, 2009 there was a peanut. This particular peanut was in a package on an airplane flying to Anchorage, Alaska. From the plant to the processors to the package and to the plane had been all the peanut's life. He knew he was raised just to feed hungry people on their flight. But on this day it was not so.

As his package was passed to passenger number 38 and ripped open, the door of the airplane failed. Right as he was pulled out of the package between a finely manicured thumb and forefinger, the door popped off and the pressure fell. Passengers screamed and number 38 let go of the peanut, which flew out the door.

He gained speed as he fell toward earth, accelerating at exactly 9.8 m/s*s. When he finally hit the ground, past the canopy of the forest, and into the moist ground, he left a small, a very small, crater. As he laid there on the ground wondering, "What now?", a porcupine came wondering by and ate the peanut. I would go on to explained what happened afterward, but that would just be gross. Needless to say, the peanut ended up back in the earth.

The end.

Pictue Day!

The title sounds really happy but it isn't. Picture day is almost the worst day of school. Either you forget completely about it or you remember and your hair is like O_o. Then, of course, it's been pouring down rain since last night which only makes walking to school all the more miserable. Actually, I enjoy walking to school anyway, but it sounded like a well put sentence that went with my topic.

Then they always tell you to smile big and you come out looking really cheesy. I'm listening to happy music though so...yeah. That's all because I just remembered I had a question to finish on my physics lab. Bye!

Tess

RRRRRRR. So for AP English I had to read three books over the summer, one of which was Tess of the d'Ubervilles. It was the most difficult to read and what's more, it was rather boring except one part in the end. Anyway, I had to write an essay on whether Tess was an innocent victim of a cruel society or a foolish wimp. I sided with the "Tess is a foolish wimp" part.

When I asked my teacher which side of the argument most people took, she said most of them did not like Tess. It's really a depressing and sad story, but Tess is just a frustrating person.

SPOILER ALERT.
If you, for some reason unknown to me, decide to read this book, discontinue the reading of this entry.

The book was really boring until Tess killed Alec d'Uberville towards the end. That was when it got interesting. At least, for that short bit. Then she just ran off with Angel Clare (her neglectful husband) and then they were caught by the police and she was hanged. Anyway, I really didn't like Tess. You would understand if you read my book. *sigh* I just had to fume for a bit. Well, I guess I should get back to homework. That's all for now. Bye!

La Computadora

In case your all wondering (those who read my blog) I am not dead. I may feel dead, even look dead, but alas! I am not. You see, I was fishing and when I came home at the end of each opening, I didn't really feel like typing on my blog plus I had AP English homework to do and I had to clean the boat and I was really tired. Conclusion: I'm a little lazy.

I finally got my laptop back! Yay! You see, during the summer we have to turn in our laptops, but now I have it back. My last opening (out fishing) is over, obviously. If it wasn't, I wouldn't be here typing this entry. Unfortunately, my sister gave me her cold and now I have a bit of a sore throat, which sucks. Oh well.

I will tell you about this last opening, because I really don't have much else to type about. So it began at noon on Sunday and ended at noon on Wednesday. Sunday was a little wavey and rained buckets. And let me tell you, wind and rain in yo face don't feel nice. Monday we only made two sets and then anchored up for the rest of the day because there was 30 mph wind and 6 foot waves. Our boat is really rolly-polly in waves. Tuesday was wavey in the morning a little but it calmed down. And Wednesday was not very wavey. In fact, as we got further up the Narrows on the way home, the sky cleared right up and down came the beautiful sunlight. The weather this opening made me really appreciate the weather we had a few openings ago. It was hot and sunny and calm. Not exactly good fishing weather, but I liked it.

Well, that's all I have for now. Now I will go put songs on my laptop. Bye!

Music and Plays

So I added some songs to my blog that are all music. Those are the only songs that are completely music, that I like. Don't get me wrong, I do not like musicals or completely instrumental songs. I like lyrics. Anyhow, on with other things. 

So I was in a play last night and it was okay. There weren't any huge mistakes, but some people (hint hint) couldn't remeber their lines so they were practically reading from a disguised script and everyone could tell. Oh well. I nearly broke out laughing because some people messed up on their lines and sounded really funny. This might not really matter to anyone, but I managed not to smile during my monologue! Yay! You see, I was the one who "accidentally" murdered Jeffy Thatcher and in the end I admitted it. That's all now. Goodbye!

Field Trip!

Today we (everyone in my school who is taking Biology or Av. Biology) are going on a field trip out to Manmade Hole! Yay! I am really hoping it doesn't rain and I don't think it will because half of the visible sky is blue. I don't have much else to put in this entry. Hmmm.

O yeah, I made a slideshow about spurdnar because she is graduating and I used a song called...I forgot what it was called. Anyway, I put it on a bunch of dvd's so we could send it to relatives, and we had to test each disk to make sure it worked. Mom got teary-eyed every time. I think the song is really what did it. It was about growing your wings, metaphorically. Wow. That's going to bother me until I remeber what it was. 

Alright, well that's all for today I guess. Bye!

Well, I haven't posted anything in awhile, so I will post something now. My computer is mentally challenged. On Word, it won't type the letter "s". But when I print the document, "s" shows up. So it's just kind of weird. I also have to use a different type of internet because the one I normally use (Safari) just quits at random times and it won't let me log on to MOODLE, which is a website I need to get on to turn in my homework. Grrr. 

So our high school is doing another play. This one is actually a play with a story plot though. For those who don't know, the last play was various pieces of Shakespeare's plays. 

O yeah, I got to be a zombie this weekend. The videography class was doing a movie about zombies taking over the school and they needed more zombies, so I got to be one. It was pretty cool. I got to watch Clara get zombified and Tommy get "slammed" into a wall by another zombie. Then we went and banged on the doors and people decided then was the time to go outside (there was a volleyball match going on). They seemed kind of shocked that there were "zombies" outside. Anyhow, I would post a picture but I don't have one at the moment. That's all for now. Bye!

3 things you did today: Drank coffee, fed the cat, and brushed my teeth. 

3 things you want to do: Read the B-I-B-L-E, cause that's the book for me! I also want to read Showdown and eat lunch. 

3 people you'd like to meet: Uh...I'm not a, well, I'm not very good at meeting people. 

3 people that annoy you: Sometimes my sister, sometimes characters (in books/movies) who are perfect and right all of the time, and sometimes people in general. 

3 favorite animals: Cats, horses, and...wolves (would not want one as a pet though). 

3 things to put on a sandwich: Mayo, cheese, lettuce. (I would add more, but there's only three answers). 

3 favorite things to do: Be with friends/family, read a good book, and do something fun (paintballing, wallyball, swimming, ect)

3 favorite TV shows: House, CSI: Crime Scene Investigation, and Dirty Jobs. 

3 things about yourself: I own a backpack, I like to be random, and I know the definition and how to pronounce "floccinaucinihilipilification."

3 things about the person who tagged you: She has curly hair, freckles, and likes to listen to music with screaming. : p

Remember

This is a dream that I had...uh...awhile ago? Anyway, I made it into a story and thought that it would make an interesting post. So here it is. Of course, I did have to elaborate a little bit, but it was a detailed dream. 

“Remember, unlock the door second.”

There is a dark green door with a wade window of frosted glass, it’s brass doorknob needing a key to open. Beside the door on the dark wall is another brass lock. I’ve been in through that door before.

Inside is a room where white tiles cover the floor and ceiling; there are no lights in this room. It is moonlit, but without a moon. Cream-colored file cabinets line the walls from floor to ceiling, but they are unlabeled. Blank.

My pale had stands out against my black sleeve as I gently put an old key into the doorknob. I feel like a thief sneaking in but I am unsure why. I take another key, newer type this time, and put it into the lock on the wall. Taking a deep breath, I turn both keys at the same time. Something clicks.

I gently push the door open just enough to see inside. “Remember, open the door second.” Oh crap. Alarms go off in my head at the same time they do in the building. There are no flashing lights as one might expect, just the piercing sound. Get out. I turn and run.

I’m on a beach and I can see the water ahead. I feel that I’ll be safe if I can just get to the water. Adrenalin rushes through my veins as I sense someone running behind me. It’s much like the feeling you get when your playing a game of tag and you know your about to get tagged. I near the water and leap as far as I can, stretching out my lean form and diving head-first into the frothy waves. My pursuer finds difficulty in swimming but I speed ahead, swimming out toward the open ocean.

After a few minutes of over-arm stokes my limbs begin to feel heavy. I’m thrown into a violent fit of coughing as I swallow a mouthful of salty water. Keep going. I try to gain my momentum back but the water is pulling me down. It tempts me with thoughts of eternal escape as my head goes under. No. I kick hard but there is no energy left. I close my eyes as I sink farther and farther, life leaving my body. My lungs eyes and lungs burning, I try again to break the surface. I sink back down, this time, to die. 

Tuesday Morning

It's Tuesday, which means it's not Monday. So I guess I made it through Monday. HEY! I JUST REALIZED THAT I HAVE A DREAM TO TELL ABOUT! 

In my dream, I wasn't me. I was a woman, maybe 28 years old, and I was running from the police. Sounds bad, right? I don't know why I was running from them, but I do know that I had a son and a daughter that were going to go to Child Services or whatever it's called when the parents are unsuitable and the children get taken away. I think that this had to do with my husband (who was a rotten guy, I guess, and a bad cop). 

Anyhow, I was dressed in a disguise but a policeman recognized me so I went sprinting down alleys and dodging buildings. And I was really fast. I also happened to be wearing my convertible dress as a skirt (which is one way it can be worn). I made it to the library and I changed my disguise in the bathroom (of course). Now I was wearing the skirt as a dress and I ditched the wig. Then I climbed out the window and walked past a police car and they didn't recognize me! Yay! 

My whole goal through all of this was to get my kids back. Tommorow I will post one other dream that I had that I wrote as a story. 

So thanks for tuning in to Synk Thetafyz dreams...again. Bye!

ItsMyBirthday!!!!

Yay. Actually, I completely forgot that it was my b-day this morning. Birthdays are so embarrassing. I remember one birthday I had some friends over and I burst out laughing when we were eating cake because it was completely silent. That's all I have to type about...so I'll type about jars. 

Definition: a wide-mouthed, cylindrical container made of glass or pottery, esp. one used for storing food. 

- the contents of such a container

I think that jars have been officially replaced by cans in the "storing food" part of the deal. Even in my childhood (I'm still young, don't worry), we didn't use jars to store food. They're officially outdated except in storing jams and jellies. Sometimes they store peanut butter. 

Juniper seeds. Goodbye. 

Sunday Morning

This entry shall be typed somewhat like a story.

Sunday morning was like any other Sunday morning, except that my dad was out herring pounding and my sister was in Washington D.C. Rain poured down out of the sky, not an unusual sight in Petersburg. At about 8:30 or so, I was in my room checking on Facebook and my mom was in the living room talking to dad on her cell phone. 

Apparently, she heard running water coming from the laundry room, so she went in there to see what was going on. From my room I heard her telling dad that she had to go right now, that she had to get off the phone and call him back. I shut my laptop and started towards the living room just as she called my name. I went into the laundry room to inspect the problem.

The floor was covered in about a centimeter of water and an area on the ceiling, about 1 to 2 feet across, was bulging about 1 foot down. Water poured from the bulge. Mom handed me a bucket, which I held under the flow of water, and she cut open the bulge. The bulge was caused by a bucket that had been set up in the attic to catch water from a leak in the roof. The bucket had overspilled, soaking the plaster beneath it and now the bucket was starting to fall through the ceiling. 

Mom decided to go up into the attic and move the bucket. I was instructed to continue holding the bucket under the constant drip of water. Easy enough. So I stood there for a minute or two, when all of a sudden the bucket fell from the attic...along with my mom. Luckily, she had her legs around the rafters, so she ended up hanging upside down rather than falling onto the edge of the washer. 

Somehow, I managed not to get splashed as the bucket, water, and chunks of plaster fell from the ceiling. Mom was waving her arms around because she had nothing to grab onto to help her up. She yelled my name hysterically and I had to retrieve a chair from the kitchen so that I could push her back through the ceiling. Alas, I did not grab the camera. Of course, we were both laughing, mostly because mom looked so funny. Mom came back down from the attic and told me how this happened. 

When she went into the attic to grab the bucket, it fell through the ceiling, dragging her with it. Somehow, the water splashed all over her face and down her back. It looked like one of those scenes from a comical movie. 

After this episode we spent the remainder of the morning cleaning the laundry room and getting water out of the fish tank on the boat. So that is why I didn't make it to church. 

Me and My Dreams

Lo and behold, I had another dream last night. 'Cept this dream kind of made sense. I can't remember all the little details, but there were aliens attacking earth. They landed their ships and were destroying cities, so these people made a type of war machine thing. It had five different little pods that had a type of protective shield around them. These protected pods were attached to the machine. Two women and three men, one person in each pod, helped control the machine and they started to drive out the aliens. They managed to clear out the city.

My dream then kind of focused on one guy (whose name and description would be...? I can't remember) who was one of the operators of one of the pods that controlled the weapons on the machine. He had to walk through a rectangular room (this part doesn't make sense). The floor of the room was covered with water and there was a silvery walkway leading from the door he came from to the only other door, which was on the opposite side of the room. See-throughish curtains hung from the ceiling in random places. He made his way down without any problems. 

Sometime after that, the war machine had to be put to use again. The aliens were attacking the city again, but in greater numbers. As the war machine went to clear out the aliens, the weapon system failed. Not only did the weapon system fail, but right as some aliens were passing in front of the helpless war machine, one of the guys' (the one who walked through the room) pod protection failed. The aliens noted this, unfortuately for him, and they killed him. 

That's about all I can remember. So thanks for tuning in to Synk Thetafyz Dream Report. Bye!

Cody and Circles

Muahahahaahaha! I just put Cody outside on his new run and he is currently just sitting out there in the snow. He doesn't like the run very much. When we first tried it on him, he went sprinting off into the woods, or tried anyway, and the force of the leash-thing jerked him backwards so he landed on his back. It only reaches...like 30 yards or something like that, but the point is that now he really doesn't like it to be attached to his collar. 

Other than that small bit of info, I have not much to write about. Ladada dedumbadadum. If you say that really fast it kind of makes your tongue roll. So I just think I will type a short entry about... circles. 

As the famous song goes (when I was a little young person, anyways) 

A circle is a line that has no end. 

That's how long I want to be your friend. 

There's more to the song, I just can't remember it. So in reality, is a circle a line? It doesn't end, unless it's drawn on a piece of paper. When the the pencil (, pen, marker, crayon, or whatever) comes back to the point at which it started, the circle has ended. Once it is connected, however, it also goes on. So can you really say that the circle has ended? Or would you say it has simply begun again? Or was it always beginning and ending all at once? Wow. I just tied my brain in a knot. 

Dreams and Murder

Wow. I just had this really scary and extensively gory dream. It began at our house where we used to live in Washington. I had decided to take Cody (our dog whom I really don't like) out for a walk. First we went around the horse pasture a couple of times and then we made our way down to the creek. When we got there, Cody just kind of disappeared. Danny, Josh, Netsirk, Britt, Cynthia (my cousins), and Spurdnar were all there at the creek. 

There was a huge fishing net in the water and we were trying to lift it up so we could get it out. So we all stood several feet apart and on opposite sides of the bank and tried to lift up the net. Spurndar was having some difficulty lifting her part of the net, and as she flailed it around, I saw that there was a dead fish in the net. So everyone stopped what they were doing and went to help her. In this moment, the killer attacked. I tussled with him and no one came to help me. At one point, I was knocked off a small ledge and I fell onto my back (for some reason, I never feel pain in my dreams) and the killer disappeared. I immediately got up and ran home. 

When I entered my bedroom, I found that it had been switched around. My footon had been moved to the left side of the room, and on it was a pile of blankets. I knew at once that something was wrong. Sam (my cat) was on the footon and he was acting weird, kind of scared. Then it was like a scene from a horror movie. Blood oozed out from under the blankets and dripped into a well-fed puddle on the floor. I somehow knew this was either my mom or my dad, not really sure. I also knew that the person had been decapitated, though I couldn't see the body or the head. 

Spurdnar came in and told me I should probably leave the room, so I did. I think from here I went and got on a train. While on the train, the killer attacked again. This time he tried to give me poison that looked very similar to a pink cold medicine. Of course, I refused to drink it, so we battled. Next thing I remember, I was on a ledge somewhere and then in a building. This was where the final battle was going to take place. The killer had brought a gang and I had all of the people from the beginning of the dream with me. Before we could get into battle, something weird happened. The gang became interested in coloring books and colored pencils. And the killer really turned out to be a girl, and she became hypnotized with a stopwatch on a string. 

Then I woke up because my cat threw up. And after cleaning that, I went to sleep and had another dream. 

I FAILED!!!!!

As you may or may not know, I am one of the narrators for the high school play, Chill With Will. If you plan to come see it, cool. Anyway, tonight was my first ever performance in a play and I messed up...multiple times...badly. Sure I can remember my lines, but when I make a mistake or someone else makes a mistake, I nearly burst out laughing hysterically.

To start with, I accidentally smacked Lacey, my co-host, in the face. Whoops. A few scenes later I had to give an introduction to a scene and Lacey was supposed to stay backstage, but she came out and I laughed. In front of the audience. Then came my scene where I play Kate the Shrew and Mac plays Percuchio. If you don't know what the heck I'm talking about, I'm sorry. You'll have to look it up 'cause I have to go soon. Anyway, I had to look angry but I practically smiled the whole time (I guess I smile when I'm nervous) and I burst out laughing. You see, I had to pretend like I was going to slap Mac but he was supposed to catch my hand. Well, he didn't, so I slapped thin air and once again I burst out laughing. 

Near the end of the play we require a bit of audience participation, but no one wanted to participate. This made us have to improvise and it just was not that good. Netsirk, if you come, you had better participate, even though it's kinda weird for us small-town folks. Anyhow, I managed to make a complete fool of myself. Ah, good times. It's past 10 pm so I have to go to bed. Bye. 

My Wonderful and Illuminating Spring Break

Whooopses. I think I just published a title. So, I haven't been on my blog in a long time, but...no, I don't have that good of an excuse. Whoa. I just spaced out. This week has, so far, not been the most exciting week of my life, believe it or not. I have worked on fishing nets at least three hours every day and now my poor fingers are sore. There really isn't anything interesting to shape...er tell (not sure why I typed shape) but I need to make an entry. So if you take no interest in reading someone's rant about random meaningless things, you should stop reading. No really, there will probably be nothing interesting in this paragraph. In truth, if you haven't stopped reading now, you most likely have nothing better to do than whittle away your time and irreversibly damage your breain cells. See that? I just spelled brain wrong, I assume, because I am also watching TV. 

Watching TV and typing an entry could be considered multitasking which, according to mi amiga, is not overall good for you. So, here is a challenge for those of you who have continued to read this. Try typing an entry without deleting any of the mistakes you made. That's right. If you happen to type breain or shape on accident, don't erase it. I'm sure this will make for an interesting entry if you ever are at a loss for a subject. Bye. 

My Wonderful and Illuminating Spring Break

Things Left Unsaid

Despite what you may think at first, the title of this entry is a song title. It happens to be the song that I am listening to at this moment. I thought I should type an entry because I haven't for awhile. Soon I will be going to Geology/surveying, my next class. I do not really have any interesting to say so I'm just dragging this on as long as possible. Now I'm listening to Radiator by Family Force 5. The multicolored carpet was rough against the soles of her sockless feet as she strolled confidently towards the blue water fountain. 

Coffee

I am drinking coffee. Hahahaha. That isn't really the point of this entry but I didn't have a better name for it. There is going to be an assembly at our school at about 9:45 because this writer is coming to talk to us...I think. He wrote Grizzly Maze. Shoot. I think I'm getting a sore throat, AGAIN. I shouldn't have taken a drink from my sisters blended mocha. I recently discovered a song, Savior by Skillet, and now it is stuck in my head. 

(4 hours later)

Sorry about that. I had to close my laptop and listen to the teacher. Obviously, the 9:45 assembly is over and it was really cool. The writer had a good sense of humor and he also is a professional photographer so he had really good pictures of different places in Alaska. Right now I'm in Earth Club and we went from making arrangements for the new greenhouse to celebrating earth day to bear meat. Kind of weird but whatever. Well, I have to go now. And the rest is silence. Bye!

I Have Been Tagged!

What is your current mood?

Joyful. I would totally jump up in the air right now but I'm sitting on the couch and it would upset my people. 

What is your favorite band/singer?

They were one of my first favorite bands. By the way, I have more than favorite band and favorite singer. 

What is your favorite movie?

You know, that is probably one of the hardest questions you ask that has to do with opinion. I have many movies that I like, Mind Hunters is only one of them. 

Where do you live?

Ah, the little rainy town of Petersburg. Actually, right now it looks snowy and cold and icy. 

What do you look like?

Uh, I came up with people who looked nothing like me and if you want to know, try typing my name. Anyhow, I thought this eye described me better. 

What is your favorite T.V. show?

So intense! This is my favorite CSI and the very first one I watched. No offense. but the other CSI's just don't measure up to this one. 

Describe yourself. 

I tend to sing to myself...with no music. 

What are you doing today?

Actually, I'm about to go to bed.

What did you do last night?

I went to practice for the play that our high school is putting on, Chill With Will.

What is your name?

I am rare and one of a kind! Actually, that's my middle name spelled differently, but it works.

If I was to tag someone, it would be Cynthia!!!!!!!! Wahahahahahaahahaha. T HERE IS NO ESCAPE! 

Viruses

Ewwwness! We are going over viruses in biology and I had to do a presentation on rabies. Did you know that rabies can cause hydrophobia? When the person is infected, they may not show symptoms for up to 20 days and then they get a headache and stuff. Eventually, the brain becomes inflamed and causes uncontrollable muscle spasms, frothing due to overactive spit glands, and the person becomes easily excitable. This muchly reminds me of that movie...Quarantine, I think it was called. It was filmed kind of like Cloverfield, but it wasn't as good and the main character kept freaking out. 

Anyway, today we watched a video on the Small Pox virus, which was actually eliminated. And guess what? An astounding number of people get HPV every hour. I forgot the number, but it was big. Isn't that just stupid? If you know what HPV is and how it is transferred, then you'd understand why I think it's stupid. According to the one who gave the presentation and her sources, there are only vaccinations for 4 of the strains of HPV and they can only be given to girls. Sheesh. 

So, now that I've ranted a little bit, I shall go do something else. Bye!!!

Friday!!!!

Today we have a pep assembly and I actually dressed in viking colors! I just met Skye's boyfriend, Ford. Nice guy I suppose. Anyhow, the pep assembly means no Algebra 2! That's the only class effected, however. That's all I can think of today for typing. So...bye!

School. Again.

Spirit week! At least that adds a little zest to the day, not that school is super boring or anything. Ha. I just realized that my two other entries started with "Ah". Oh well. I spent much of this morning reading Skin by Ted Dekker. In my opinion, it's a good book, but then again I like Ted Dekker's writing. So I guess it's all about opinion. Anyhow, I should stop typing 'cause the bell is about to ring, the one that tells people that they have five minutes to get to class. I will not end this post with "bye". Instead, I will end it with "goodbye." So, goodbye. 

Homework

Ah homework. I'm supposed to be doing it right now but I just had to type a new entry first. At least three times this weekend I have attempted to do my homework. That's right, attempted. I have to read this paper that uses many scientific terms and my brain just doesn't accept the information at this moment. And I have a cold, so there is no point of focus. Ug. Well, I guess I should end this entry now and "get back" to work, if you could call blankly staring at a screen homework. Okay. 

Green

Ah, green. The first thing that comes into my mind when someone says "green" is either grass or snot. I can't really tell. Anyhow, green is a great color. Not only are there many shades of green, but without green, we wouldn't have...green grass, trees, lawn chairs, or snot for that matter. If there was no green, would there be a different color to replace it? One that we cannot imagine at the moment? You might ask yourself, why is this crazy person talking about green? Well, the only good reason for that is I asked my sister for a subject to type about and she said "green." So, if you read this, I hope you asked yourself a question about green. Bye.

this is a test

this is a test 

Favorites

Yeah.

Well, I can't say I've ever blogged before and I don't really know what to type. I'm predicting that I won't even make a new entry every day but my sista really wanted me to make a blog so here it is.