You Were All Yellow

August 14, 2010


No, I haven’t been on in forever, but I am now so who cares. :P

So guess what I did. Tada! The hair is gone! Sorry about the bad photo quality. Oh well.

I’ve started my senior year and boy! It’s hellish. It’s easy, yeah, but I really don’t want to be there. So I found a solution; Graduating early! I can still go to prom and graduation. So I went to one of the two guidance counselors we have to talk to her. My dad knows one from when he recruited at my school so I figured she’d be willing to help me. I WILL NEVER GO BACK TO HER AGAIN. She insulted my intelligence and talked to me like I was a 3rd grader. Congratulations, you suck. So now I won’t be do that.

I’ve also been recently thinking about more tattoos. I figure as soon as I turn 18 I’m going to get another one (or two.) They are addicting. I like em. :)

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Yes, the WHOLE hippo.

May 17, 2010


So my efforts with this guy finally worked out, and when I say efforts I mean almost no effort. This suits me just well because I am very lazy and seeing as how this guy has no texting and no Facebook I probably would have put off calling him for a very long time, I just hate talking on the phone. Anywho here he is. He is giving me a dirty look here on our little train ride, toot toot. I like to take pictures when people aren’t looking or don’t want me to, but don’t we all?

Well two more days of school left for me. It was the last day for seniors, because they have four mentor days and juniors only have two. Mentor days are days where the upperclassmen go out and shadow someone of their choosing. Some people actually shadow, most people mentor their XBox (or if you are me, Disney World!)

But I’m almost to the end of my junior career, sadness and excitement! You know what? Thank God for spell check. Why isn’t the guy who invited spell check in the history books like the guy who invited the telephone or the printing press. I’m pretty sure spell check, texting, and Facebook are just as important.

The title of this blog is totally irrelevant, unless of course I insert this line right here;

Je voudrais un hippopotame.