Crazy Socks & Writer's Block

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...