22:03 - 2003-11-11
Lighter Note
Chanel thinks she is cool just because SHE went all weblog. WELL, I can still jazz-scat better.
Ziddley-bah! *scatting*
I am so proud of the little beef-ling! AKA Young Lauren, Beefjerky.
-She doesn't whine
-She keeps her head up
-The alien doesn't want me to eat her
And of course she has kung-fu action.
Tonight we went on a lil' adventure to Fort Worth. Big deal, huh? Well Cheryl wasn't there, and no additives were present, so I had a well-balanced adventure.
I sat in the front seat with my feet out the window, woot.
Giving of Thanks Day is drawing nigh, and you know what that means!
I have to dish out a Thanksgiving Comic.
The Halloween one turned out good, and this one is going to have cannibals in it, and the phrase "Without pants you are nothing".
So pretend you are anticipating that with some glee.
I think my recent increase in food-intake is causing my body to whine for more sleep.
I have been goofy-tired lately.
I don't remember if I said anything, but I have been writing this little thingy about a guy with something called the Blood Flu. It actually sounds pretty good to me, but most of it is at my mom's and I can't get it to the internet because I'm sick of playing ring-around-the-bonfire with AOL, so we got not internet at mom's.
But I still have my bones and my pants and that's what counts.
Drinking orange juice and watching as my father uses his newly repaired speakers to fill our neighborhood with Enya music. Keanu Reeves runs all over the place as "Speed" is drowned out on TV.
This makes me laugh insanely.
I was looking through my six-grade journal, and noticing the use of more retro words like "pert", "jawesome", and "morbid". Morbid not meaning "morose", but meaning "cool".
Gee, I guess I'm just not as pert and morbid as I used to be. It'd be jawesome to be back in sixth grade.
Only I hated sixth grade.
Hmm.
Just goes to show you how differently you'll view things in a couple of years.
Also, I saw this vulgar thingy on the internet, but if you ignored all the cursing it was pretty funny. It was about bombs.
A girl at our school died so the NBC news truck was out in front today. The girl had cancer, and I think a lot of the people who knew her are really sad. I didn't evn know she went to our school.
My dad thought there was a gas leak or a drug bust or something and that's why the news people were there.
I told him that a chicken had gotten loose in the building and that they had to catch it.
"How did the chicken get into your building?" he asked.
And I said, "It was a drug-sniffing chicken."
This was before I knew the girl had passed away though.
The filthy teachers are making us do a bunch of stupid art projects. I have to make a ciruclar poster about Great Expectations even though the teacher is always complaining about what a "boring, depressing" book it is and the girl in front of me is always complaining because "it had a Disney ending".
I think they just like to criticize stuff and whine and that's just pathetic. I'm going to make a complaint about it to the principal.
My english teacher was under the egotistical impression that she 'saved' us from having to read the 'depressing, tragic' Ethan Frome, which is a book, quote, "About a guy who can't commit suicide right."
You can see how this is like having a Spanish teacher who doesn't even speak Spanish.
(I foiled her anyway and went and read Ethan Frome and loved it, teehee).
Tomorrow is Fantasy Up-Do, which is, from what I can tell, where my aunt will kidnap me and change my head into a cactus.
At least, asthetically-speaking.
*laughs like Krusty*
"I need a check-up form the neck up, I'm Batty!"
And that's because I'm eggs-awsted. As they say on The Time Machine: I need to "go alseep".
The latest Land Before Time instalment was on Disney channel the other day. It had aliens in it and one of the dinosaurs had a beer-gut...
Don Bluth is still cooler than Disney, though. No more sequals like "Beauty and the Beast Go To Nashville" or whatever...
But I digress. The point of this entry was simply this:
Juice is the fundamental glitch in the system of brunch.
Pleasent something, folks.
