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.