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.