Harry Potter

I really really really really wanted to go to the Harry Potter premiere. It was going to be an epic expirience. I was thinking that it would be amazing and fun, and I could go with my friends who were going. But one thing stood in my way.
MY MOTHER.
I told her I really needed to go
.

but she just wouldn't budge.

So I sat at my house and moped around while I read the facebook posts of all my friends going to the harry potter premiere. They all sounded so happy. They felt the happiness I shall never feel.


And that is all I have to say about that.

Sports will be sports.

When playing football, there are those people who couldn't play football to save their life.


There are those people who are amazing at football.

I'm probably one of those first people I mentioned

But, on rare occasion, I do catch the ball.

But I usually forget to run.

I don't like football.

SABRINA'S NO GOOD VERY BAD DAY.

So, I bought one of the vegetarian salads, but it was small so I decided to get some icecream.

I went to the icecream line but turns out there was NO ICE CREAM THAT DAY.

So, no big deal. No. Big. Deal. Trying to keep calm I decided to go get some fruit snacks. Fruitsnacks are good too, right? right. Who needs icecream. Not me. I'll go get some fruitsnacks.

So, I went to the line, and said "Hi, could I get some fruit snacks?"
"Sorry." said the lady. "All out."
"Ohh..." No fruitsnacks?!!? WHAT IS THIS!?!??! I calmed myself down. ITS FINE ITS FINE CALM DOWN. CHEETOS! I'll get cheetos!! Cheetos!!
"Can I get some cheetos?"
"All out of the cheesy ones."
NO CHEESE CHEETOS? Breathe, breathe, keep calm. "What about the hot spicy cheetos?"
"All outta those, too."
I started to hyperventilate. "What DO you have?"
"We have lays."
Lays? Just plain old BLAND lays? "fine." I mumbled. "Just gimme some lays."

So, then I walked back to my table glumly and sat down. Then, my friends were all "Can I have some lays?" and they TOOK my lays without even ASKING. Those fatties.



DISCLAIMER:
This post is kind of ranty, I know. My friends aren't COMPLETE fatties. All of the time.

Epicness is my middle name.

The other day, I went to something after school, and left my backpack at school.

Now, whenever I lose something, or forget something somewhere, I feel this sense of total urgency and extreme panic. Then the adrenaline rush kicks in.

So, when I told my mom that my backpack was still at school with my laptop in it, she sighed, "Okay, we'll go get it."

So, I ran to the car, while my mom took her time getting her keys, getting her purse, and then she got in the car. "Wait! I forgot my Nook." So then she went back while I sat bouncing in my seat panicking.


When she came back she said "If you're going to go and search for your backpack, I'm going to need something to do." Then she started the car and we left for my school.

I first ran to the office. When I say ran, I mean I sprinted as fast as I could. Then I knocked on the office door, but I didn't think anyone heard me because the only person I saw was in the back of the office. So I knocked as hard as I could and as loud as I could.

Then the principal came to my aid.


He told me that the gym was still open (that's where I left my backpack.) So I said a quick "Thank you" and ran as fast as I could over to gym.There were some birds, squirrels, and other animals in the lunch area (probably eating all the scraps left behind) so I ran right through them, and they all scattered. It would of been epic for a music video.

Anyway, I found my backpack and it was fine, and then I went home.

The end.

Random post that means nothing.

So, I looked in the fridge, and there was nothing I wanted.

So three minutes later I looked again, but there was nothing new.

So, I looked AGAIN, but still no more food.

So I just had some yogurt.


The end.

BANG BANG BA BANGS

So my friend got her hair cut, and she has awesome side bangs. So, I straightened her bangs for her, because she is incapable of doing it herself.

I'm super jealous because she got these awesome bangs, and I have bangs too, but my hair has cowlicks, which means that it gets all poofy if I don't part it exactly how it wants to be parted. I've always wanted bangs like my friend has, but sadly, this is not how things work out in life.

She's also a lot tanner then me. Compared to her, I'm paler then Edward Cullen when he finds out Bella's pregnant.

Anyway, my friend's mom just made celery juice. It's pretty good.

A word of wisdom that my friend has just told me:

When you take down a box from a shelf, be prepared for millions of spiders to fall on your head

Okay, I have to go wash some spiders out of my hair. Good bye.

Third Wheel it up, homie.

So, as I stated in a previous post, two of my friends are now dating. And, so I haven't been hanging out with my friend as often as I would like to, because being a third wheel is just kind of awkward.


Did I mention he's shorter then her? It's kind of cute in an awkwardly awesome way.

But, maybe it's okay to be a third wheel, because maybe that third wheel goes on to do something great, like be a unicycle.


Anyways, sorry for the fact that the picture is more badly drawn then usual. This is because I'm posting from my friend's house and she her mouse sucks.

and.. OH MY GOD. AS I WAS WRITING THIS THE DOOR JUST SLOWLY OPENED SLOWLY AND NOW THERE IS THIS STRANGE BANGING NOISE ON THE WINDOW OH MY GOSH. OH MY GOSH. OH MY GOSH. IT'S THE GHOST OF KATIE FROM PARANORMAL ACTIVITY. HERE TO KILL US ALL. OH MY GOSH.


Ugh. I saw the movie Paranormal Activity 4 times, and it still scares me. I shall never get over the fact that Katie could be anywhere, plotting to hide a picture of me in my attic and take over my body or whatever.

Well, I'm gonna go before Katie kills me.

BE NICE.

Okay, so recently I have realized that machines have feelings too. What? You don't believe me?

Well, I started to call my computer slow, and say it was dumb, and NOW it has NO battery life, and it's even slower. It did that on PURPOSE. Because I made it MAD. And then I said my cable box was stupid, and now the fast forward button doesn't work. So I have to watch all the commercials.


See what I'm saying?

So, now, I'm attempting to make it up to my computer by typing this post using my computer, and on this post I'm going to say how AWESOME and COOL and FAST my computer is. I love you computer. With all my heart. Always. FOREVER. Almost as much as enchiladas.

My British lab partner

Yes, I know. I haven't posted lately. But I have a good reason...

That, and I have not done anything really exciting.

Well, two of my friends are dating, which I guess is cool. For them, at least.

Also, in science my lab partner asked if he could borrow my pencil, so I said okay.

Then he broke it. My only pencil. Then, I told him to put it back together, so he tried, but the two pieces of the mechanical pencil wouldn't stay together. He asked if he could keep it, so I was like "Umm sure." because, what can one do with a broken mechanical pencil?


A lot, apparently.

He learned that if he puts on piece in the other, and blows into the end that lead usually comes out of, the top part of the pencil will fly across the room.

Then the pen piece hit someone and they were like "WHO DID THAT!?!" and my WONDERFUL Lab partner said "IT'S SABRINA'S PENCIL."

The moral of this story? Never lend things to others.

The ultimate plan.

So, my dad read my post about Physical Education, and how I am bad at sports. He told me about how if a ball was coming at him, he would cover his head, and that way he would never get hit. He also told me he got picked last a lot.

So, I told him my strategy for being good at softball.

See, when we train for softball, we play a game called over the line. There are two lines and the person batting tries to hit the ball over the line to get points. There are two outfielders, one stands on the line blocking the one point zone, and the other stands in the line blocking the two point zone.


So, here's my brilliant strategy:

Most people want to be at the two point line because then if the ball comes really fast the person at the one point line gets hit, not them. So, my team-mate always "calls dibs" on the two point line. but I've realized, that if I use all the skills I posses (which are few, I assure you) I can win at this game.


See? Because the people at bat always nail the people at the one point line, and the people at the one point are expected to catch the ball (which I am incapable of). So, If I jump out of the way at just the right time, the person behind me gets hit, and I am safe.

What future?

Future is a fun word to spell because it has two U's in it. but that's beside the point.

The point is we are supposed to start thinking about college and our futures. I would really like to go to UCLA, because of it's film school. During the summers I would intern at places that shot movies and worked with film. I would make friends and people would realize how awesome I am at film, and then I would have lots of job opertunities when I left college.

Although, in case that dream doesn't happen I would also like to master in Psychology, writing and literature, or visual preforming arts. In case I can't do that either, I would want to work at the grocery store. And, if that doesn't work out, I'll be a hobo.
But, if being a hobo doesn't work, I GUESS I could comprimise my self-worth and go work at McDonalds. Imagine me, being around all the meat. Hideous.
Don't get me wrong, I used to go to Micky D's a lot when I was younger because the toys were awesome, but now that I've become a vegetarian and they don't have ANYTHING for vegetarians there. Nothing.
And they have no enchiladas. What a joke of a restaurant.

I'm a mac. But that's beside the point.

So I was blogging (well, trying to, anyway) when my cat starts MEOWING. She won't stop, because she really wants my attention, and she wants me to pet her.
So, I decide I better just pet her to make her happy so she'll be quiet. So, I put down my laptop and lean over, then i realize she's about five inches out of my reach. I start saying "here kitty... here kitty kitty... come here..." but she just stares at me like Me? Move? Yea right. I'm the cat. Your the human. Now, get up off your lazy butt and pet me.


So, I eventually get up, put down my blogging, and pet my cat. When I pet her she purrs for almost 3 seconds, then gets up and walks away. So much for that.

On a completely unrelated note...

ENCHILADAS ARE THE BEST FOOD EVER.
end of discussion.

(Yes friends, there is such a thing as Vegetarian enchiladas. Google it.)

Being positive pays off

REMEMBER MY POSITIVE POST YESTERDAY?
Well, good things happen to positive people. Because today I was trying to find some jeans to wear and i decided to re-wear these shorts even though they had been in the hamper, and when I put them on and I felt something in the pocket and guess what it was? SIX DOLLARS!

That's right. Be positive. Good things will happen in your shorts. (THAT'S WHAT SHE SAID!)

On another not so fantastically enthusiasticness worthy note, my neighbors are annoying me yet again.

They were blasting music through their speakers. Their speakers were on their driveway. The speakers are pointed at my house. First they were playing rap music, and then they were playing country. When will this end?!?! (Hopefully it ends before I end up in therapy from this music.)


They're house is a rental so they could move away any day. Hopefully that day is tomorrow.

Thanks for making my day

Being positive is very good for you, so today I am going to be positive.

I like it when the person who always thinks they're so good at a game, misses.

I like it when tall girls and short boys date.

I like it when my yogurt separates and I get to stir it up, myself.

I like it when my neighbors fall off their bike while trying to go up ramps.

I like it when people say something awkward and don't realize it for like, 2 seconds.

I like it when everyone dances, and the people who are "Too cool to care" look like losers for not dancing.

I like it when my favorite song comes on the radio. On that note, I like it when I sing along to something, and someone tells me my singing sounds good. I sing the ABC's to one of the kids I babysit, and she always claps and says to sing more.
I like it when my grammar teacher uses incorrect grammar and i get to point it out.

Physical Education.

So in PE lately we've been playing softball, which of course (like many sports), I am incapable of playing.




So it's been difficult. I've hit a few balls that have rolled on the ground, but other then that, not much. One time i did hit a home run.


Well, almost anyway.



I guess there are some pluses to the softball being softer then a baseball, and smaller (therefore it is easier to avoid when it hurtles toward your head), because I'm not all that coordinated.