Crazy Socks & Writer's Block

It's a family tradition of ours for the whole family to get sick on breaks. Nice to know that the tradition still lives this year. Not. Just kidding, I'm very thankful that we all just have colds and are full of green snot rather than something else. Knock on wood. Hey, if the kitchen smells bad, I can't smell it just saying. So what have I done on this glorious break so far? Well, I puked. Then I had an all day Harry Potter marathon because my last Harry Potter marathon was so rudely interrupted by an orchestra concert. I started crocheting again. Don't judge me. I love crocheting and I used to be really good at it but then I stopped when I discovered boys. And that some people don't think crocheting is cool. And this thing called homework in high school. But guess what? I don't care what people think about it! And I'm very ill with a sickness called senioritis so homework, ha! Guess what else I started doing this year that I stopped doing years ago. This...

So I brought my stalker note to english class and showed half the class because, who wouldn't! It was kind of creepy! Then the teacher told me I should read it out loud to the class. After that I had to hand back some papers. And guess who had the same initials and the exact same handwriting. Yeah. So the person was in my class. And heard me read said note to the class. Whoops. Haha oh well.

I found this in my locker yesterday. I was a little creeped out, but impressed by the poetry. Hello good sir/maam, Yes, hello, good day. I'm oh so happy to be able to say hey. You are probably cool and really smart. But I don't know if you are good at art. So anyhow, my dog says bow wow and cats say meow and Italians say ciao! Oh and by the way, it's not that I'm a stalker, I just happened to see your locker. So I had to write a note and then run away by riding on a boat. With love and adoration, KM.

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Yesterday was probably the worst school day I have ever had in my entire life. And it was all because I had a reeeaallllyy bad case of the pissed at men syndrome. Aka pms. ;) Everything that could possibly bother me did and then all of it was multiplied by 5,000,000,000. I spent a good chunk of yesterday holding my breathe, screaming, and trying not to punch people. For example, the last thing on the planet I wanted to talk about was math and or physics and I got stopped every.single.passing.period. by someone who wanted to talk math and or physics. During those precious five minutes of time I need to get halfway across the school or go find find my best friend because I really really need a hug. But I can't do that when I have to talk math! I.Hate.Math.Alot. At the current moment. So please, lets not talk about it. Anyways, I think that the next fad like those boobies bracelet should be a pms campaign.They should make something to wear so that people will leave you alone! Or at ...

Alright, I have a confession to make. . . I really really like Twilight again! Ahhh! I said it! I stopped reading em and all because all of the movies and the crazy new fans made it so uncool to like. But deep deep down I still loved it, liike a lot. IT'S SO SO GOOOOD! :) Ok, confession over.

About active and passive voice learned I today. Writing in passive voice harder to do it is. Writing completely in passive voice I decided to do. This post for. Speaking like yoda instead I am actually. Passive voice this probably is not. Alright it is though. See this my teacher will not. Short this post is. Hard it is to speak like yoda. Passive voice in. The end.

I'm not going to waste time talking about why I have a blog or how this is my first new blog post, because I like to have faith in the human race and the fact that they can read and can interpret these things on there own. I mean, there aren't any posts under this one so obviously this is my first new post. And having a blog is not a mandatory thing to live so one could hypothetically conclude that this is for fun. That is hypothetically speaking of course. I just used 89 words explaining why I didn't need to explain something. I hope I counted that right. Anyways.  Three years ago today on a rainy day I remember being in a basement with a bunch of little people and adults for a scout thing. And I remember them talking about how a certain friend of mine was going to be a senior and how that's so crazy. I was just going to be a freshman at the time and thought I was the coolest thing since duct tape. (Sorry sliced bread, duct tape is waay cooler.) Now that friend is get...