Fire Drills. Bomb Threats.

I don't know if I've mentioned last year's bomb threats at school, but they've been on my mind today so let's talk. Last year, in a bathroom stall, someone had written something down about a bomb and the school took it as a bomb threat. They went the whole nine yards with it. Police. Fire department. Everything!  It happened FIVE TIMES. Five times of: lockdowns, boredom, standing outside for ages. Yeah, you'd get annoyed too. Our school fire drills are pointless. You stand around on a field for five minutes then go back inside. What on earth is the point of that? It's required by law too. I mean, what in the name of Jesus's flying novelty unicycle is the point of that? I don't get it. I understand that in the event of a real fire or real earthquake (mais oui we still "duck and cover" too.) or a real bomb threat it is a good idea to have us all know what to do. But, I think, that after doing that for let's see.... Eleven years now, I think I'm with the program. But, honestly, no one, not even me, would be calm in the event of being in a burning building. I would freak out. Like, going: "JESUS MARY AND JOSEPH! HOLY FUCK! HOLY FUCK! GET ME THE FUCK OUTTA HERE! THIS BITCH IS ON FIRE!!!". And that is no lie. I am trying not to swear. And, succeeding. But, in a fire....

Hello there!

Now, I have been getting these really random calls from these same three numbers. I have absolutely no idea who these people are. SO, come with me, and let's find out!
The first: 5036882900
  Well, it's a landline in portland, Oregon. Very helpful. I will call them back when I get home and demand answers!


The second: 7025202306
   Hmmm... It's a pager in Las Vegas, Nevada. What in hell???


The third: 
    Uhhhh.... It's a land line... In Butte, MT. 


  Am I the only one really really creeped out right now? Because this is creepy.... Ah well! I have nothing better to do than blog right now because while sitting here at my desk in photojournalism, all the cameras have been checked out. Oh well! Three photos are easy peasy to take. Right? 


Here we go again...

Me. Sleeping in class. And Ramblings.

Well, first of all. Sleeping in class. I passed out in world history today. Kind of really freaking embarrassing, drooling and talking in my sleep. Mr. Femrite took it as snoring and I felt awful I was tempted to say I don't snore, it was just in coherent mumblings, but c'est la vie me being me (absolutely bonkers and a half) said nothing. I've been meaning to start writing in my diary again. Mostly because mumbling to myself when I'm home alone has become, y'know, uhm, awkward and not rad. 
    Rambling. I ramble. Mostly, when I get up and have to make a speech and have nothing to work off of. I improvise, and that's where things get... Well, not... Good. That's where I tend(i.e. start) to ramble. And, well that happened in english. We had to do a project describing ourselves. SOI went up unprepared and just started rambling. Before Spencer had the chance to elbow me and say: "rambling!" Mrs. Goosman got me back on topic. Thank God. 

Jobs.

Ugh. Job hunting sucks. Furthermore, being sixteen sucks. I can't find any summer camp jobs that will pay me. Unless I can get some business done vis-a-vis Hayley's Beautiful Floral Blooms, but otherwise... I am so screwed. I need about five hundred dollars for the trip to Dallas. Merde. Well. I can still look, and work on a business flyer for a general all around business flyer just to advertise. It definitely helps. With an address to  my blog, and pull-tabs with a phone number and blog address. See, I gots smarts. Wish me luck!

Photoshoped Photos!

My friend Mariah, took this a while back.

This is Aimee and Chase, again took this months ago.

Just a random cool looking leaf.

My sister Alisa and her cat Callie. Turned out awesome in black and white.

Alisa and her cat again. Alisa is really photogenic. And, strangely enough, her cat loves having pictures taken of her.

Wicked awesome photos. I have tons more on my mom's computer which is kind of... Dead. And needs a new cord so it can charge again. I don't see why little kids have to lie all the time. Particularly my sister Patricia. I mean did she really just have to say that I dropped the computer? No. I did not. I pulled on the computer cord too hard, because it was stuck under Great Grandpa Curtiss Moses' chair and the computer spun a bit on the coffee table and the metal bit that plugs into the computer bent. That's all that happened. Just why, oh why do little kids have to lie? About everything? I don't know. Besides, who cares?

Whew! What a month!

Wow wow and wowity wow. It's been awhile since I tossed a post up on here. I'm postponing my Easter Basket sale until next year because I am just running out of time this year. I'm pretty exhausted stress wise. On a lighter note, I actually got up on time this morning. I know I know I know. You think "oh that's not such a big deal, people get up on time, every day." then I say, "you don't understand, I was out of bed at six o' five, I haven't gotten up that early on my own since sixth grade, and I'm in tenth grade now. For four years I've been getting up late." So, now you know why this is such a big deal for me. I am uber tired though, mostly because my meds drain all the blood sodium outta me and it's really annoying. So, I'm going home, and either taking a nap, or eating salt straight. HEY don't judge me, because you think you understand. When you really have no idea. Trust me, I need to eat the salt straight even if it isn't good for me. I can't help it, I need it. 
So shut up, I'm talking.

Train tickets! Summer trip? Yes, please!

Well. I'm excited for Easter! I'm going to do an Easter basket project. And do an whatsit... Pre-order for custom Easter baskets. And you can get all sorts of little chocolate treats and candies 'n' junk. It's going to be *high pitched voice* fabulous! I'm so excited! I'm writing up the order forms and flyers today, including my email, and all the necessary information for this kin'a thing. I'm filled to the brim with excitement! Plus I'm going to meet Spencer's mom this summer. And his little sister. And, I'm paying for him and I to go with the money I earn from the Easter basket sale. And, a Mother's day gift basket. So, I'm going to be busy busy busy! So totally worth it though! So far, I have one dollar. Thanks to my friend Maddi. It's not much, but, it's a start. And, I'm hoping my friend Ann's mom will help me with this. Because, with the little chocolate treats I'm going to go down to Winco and buy a chunk of their bulk chocolate. One of white, one of dark and one of milk. And color the white chocolate treats all sorts of cute colors. Like pinks and purples and y'know Easter colors. Well, might as well get started!

Yuuuussssh! FINALLY!

I. Am. Crazy excited! I get to go to Spencer's after school and. . . Play video games. So, uhm yeah. I don't think you guys will understand it, but, I don't get to go to his house often. It's weird, I asked and mom said no. He asked and mom said: I guess so... Which in mom language is a yes. Weird huh? I think she just wants to spend time with dad alone. Y'know? Well... At least until Alisa gets home. Then, Meg and P.J. I totally admit to deciding to do her science fair project for her. Mainly because I could do a fantastic job and make it look legit and yeah. I'm going to photoshop a bee picture and all this great  shtuff. Also, I'm working on cutting down my swearing. Of course, automatically when something bad I happens I swear. I have a new phrase: Jesus, Mary and Joseph!!!! Just for when something bad happens or I get surprised and need to y'know say something before I explode from pressure. Like, from the movie Summer School when they're about to take the exam and Chainsaw screams with his arms around his head and says: "Had to. Stress breaker." It was either that or "tension breaker." That's a pretty damn good movie. See? one swear word. In this post so far. My campaign continues! I challenge you all(my dear readers and I don't know how many of you there are but, yeah. Subscribing is fine by the way. Thought you should know) to try to y'know. . . Swear... Less. I don't know how to be incredibly specific without offending someone somewhere. So now you know. :P It's fun actually. Making stuff up to say instead. Three days until I don't send in my story and mail it to New York city. On another had, I am in a fantastic mood! I explained earlier about me going to Spencer's and nothing can shatter this mood. Okay, except for the music that Janea Taylor and her group play in extreme games(It's really called team sports, but, extreme games sounds cooler) which is so repetitive I can't stand it. By repetitive I mean they won't leave the damn cd player alone!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! They're constantly messing with it! I hate it! 

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Wow. My little sister P.J. has a higher reading lexile than my little sister Meghann. The big thing with this, is that P.J. is eight. Meghann is ten. Wooooow. Okay the only reason I know this is because on the stupid things we have for advisory with our grades on it, they have our  parents' family access logins. And well.... see... I kin'a hacked dad's with that. I copied it down in my phone and have it just about memorized. Alisa knows it too. Oh the joys of being sixteen and erm, yeah. No. I don't even know what I'm talking about. Most people don't. At least, I don't think they do. Maybe they do. Maybe they don't. Who knows? Who cares? *excited  bouncing and yelling* School's almost over!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Yessss!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! See ya!

I like babies!

Sooooo, it's been a LONG while since I've written up a post, and even longer since I posted on my other blog, The Working Woman's Little Black Book, I mean, I've been busy. Consumed with Photoshoping and all sorts of junk. Junk like, reading, math homework, writing. SPEAKING OF WRITING. So, there's this Scholastic Novel Writing contest. Now, the novels are due to be postmarked on the 17th. It is the 12th. I am no where near finished. I've decided to just write and write, and submit my novel next year. It's just easier on my stress levels. And boy do I have stress. I mean, I'm a teenager. I shouldn't stress out so much. But, I do. Just, 'cause... There's school stuff, like, homework, tests, and a paper that I have for history that I didnt get to finish that's due tomorrow, but, I'd rather have something rather than a big fat nothing, y'know? It's all good I guess, my paper is very very very good if I do say so myself. College level maybe. My old English teacher(he moved to Texas at the start of second semester) did say that my writing is. . . Sophisticated. That it's better than tenth grade writing. He seemed apalled at the fact, and I didn't really understand why it was a bad thing at all, I was quite confused. So, even though a good quarter of my Imperialism in the Congo: Good or Bad history paper is not.. there... I should do okay. I found two really good Wikipedia pages. Not all pages on Wikipedia are y'know legit. But, these two were FANTASTIC. There was no little: [citation needed] boxes. No, there were around thirty citations for each of the pages. I kinda copied parts of the two pages word for word onto my paper BUT, I copied the citations they had onto my bibliography so, I think I'm going to do okay on this one. I had gotten to six citations when the bell rang and I went: Jesus, Mary and Joseph I hope this ends well... Generally I will have a paper finished but, this history paper is on my top five NO top three best. Papers. I have ever written. Now, that's saying something. Because, generally I don't put too much effort into school essays but, I fucking love history. It's one of my favorite classes. I want to go on more to WW1 and WW11 but, we have a lot to cover until then. Now, I told you my old English teacher, Mr. Cupp, moved to Texas. Our new teacher Mrs. Goosman is pretty cool. The coolest thing about her is that we started our writing unit. Which I am pumped for. It's going to be great! Getting to practice my writing skills. Everyday. I'm totally rambling but, who cares? What would Jesus do? Sure 's hell not y'know keep me from rambling. This is, after all, my blog. :3

I am a silly spider monkey.

Apparently, there's some solar flare stuff, and today, nothing has happened except I am in a fantastic mood. All day. Okay, only since about second period but, shush nobody needs to get into details. Now... Recently, not much has happened really. I'm still in school, last week school was cancelled because of a TON of snow. It was crazy! I'm still failing team sports, still have a D in English not much has changed... But, whey hey, I'm getting my shit together. From now on I will do stuff in time. I think I can manage that, along with managing to write, type, print and mail a fifty page novel by the fifteenth of February. Well, the requirements are that it must be "postmarked by February 15". And, it's the twenty-fourth. I have...  Twenty four days. I'm not so sure exactly but, I think I have it down. I'm already pretty far, and I've been scribbling scribbling as much as I can, even if it means being up until two in the morning. You know, it's all a matter of perspective or whatever. I don't even know what in hell I'm rambling about. But, that's just me. I'm a silly spider monkey. Although, I'm not a monkey... And I am deathly afraid of spiders. But, I am silly, and my team sports teacher, Mr. Wolden called me that. And, one of the most embarrassing things happened today, I was trying to get my friend Aimee up so we could do our two laps around the gym, and... When I pulled her up I elbowed him in the waist!!!! It was so bad.... Aimee and I scarpered off after that. All in all, today has been fantastic! Yesterday was too. In team sports we've been playing volley ball, and I cannot serve to SAVE MY LIFE. Not kidding. And, yesterday, I was up to serve and feeling pretty scared, and I served and this guy, Hunter Larsen, saved my serve! I was up to serve for ages it felt like, and Aimee and I were all "Yeaaahhh!!! Ohmygod this is awesome!!!" Because, normally, my serve doesn't even go anywhere near the net. But, today, it wasn't the same but, y'know, who cares? I may not have had a great serve but, I had fun. Aimee and I decided that on our 21st birthdays we are going out clubbing together along with Spencer and one other person. We have just been all awesome and feeling great and stuff. And, the other day, Spencer and I went from talking about not so appropriate stuff, to talking wedding plans. It's just going to be awesome. I feel even awesomer because my aunt Cailin is getting married to Tee-roy Troy in July and... I get to be the floral designer!!!!!!! It's going to just be great. I would post more on my tablet(I got one for christmas) but, it just refuses to co-operate when it comes to the body of the post. I know this very well, I have tried over and over again. With no results. I am going to redesign my blog again, mostly because I'm sitting in Photojournalism and we have a sub and I'm really bored. I don't have any new pictures to fart around with but, I am going to post up, on the side, some of my more memorable photoshop photos.

Oooooh!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I've got a greeeeaaat prezzie!!!!!!!!!!! You know Angry Birds? Well, for Christmas my prezzie from Spencer I got a little pig. Named Piggy! And, I luuuuuuuuuuuuurve him, both him and Spencer :D 

I. Am. An. Absolute. DORK.

OKAY. So first, I feel like a total idiot for baring my soul to Spencer, it was cool because he got it, and I felt better later, it was a sort of heart to heart, soul baring conversation. It went on until almost midnight and afterwards I PASSED out. Like, passed the fuck out. It was crazy. I felt like a fool and a half, and almost said something I thought of this morning but, right as I thought about telling him... I said to myself, no, you will make a fool of yourself. Soooooo I didn't. And I'm not telling YOU either. Just because I am me, and I am cool like that.
   


     Er, no, I just don't feel like making a fool of myself on the internet. Because I honestly don't know how many people read this, and I really really like to y'know, not feel stupid.


   MOVING ON. AnnMarie you are being stupid. Bottom line. You are being stupid with this whole Michael business, she probably won't read this but, I just had to say it. It's funny, my blog is sort of like a diary, only, I write in my REAL diary more often. It's a blue spiral notebook. Not kidding you. My next one is quite cool and bound n stuff and the design is great, although when I got it I didn't know that there would be bible quotes at the bottom of each page. Catholic Bible quotes. Shit. Just shit. That's all I could think of to say. I am working on my LSD Adventure to describe this whole Mike and NIchelle and AnnMarie business and I hope it explains everything. I really do.

Hey Peoples Of Earth

Well, as is really obvious, I messed around with my blog again. I like it, because really, why can't everyone just speak english? Things would be a lot less confusing. Like, international talking type things. So we don't have things like George Bush when he went to Australia  and was all "yeah yeah peace out man" with the peace thing with your fingers. And he ended up really offending them. Well, I like the new name, because it's great! I like it. I think it looks nice how I've set my blog up. But, I have really good grades. No joke. I am amazed, and really proud of myself.  OKAY OKAY, I have one F in gym, and one D in English but just back off okay? On to books. I have been reading a great book. It's called Tweak: Growing up on Methamphetamines by Nic Sheff. And okay okay I know I know, it's a memoir about his life while he was in San Fran and L.A. and how he relapsed, got his shit together, then relapsed again. But, it is FANTASTIC. Not shitting you. I love it. It's great. His dad, David Sheff, wrote the book Beautiful Boy  and this book is the other side. I haven't read Beautiful Boy and I doubt I will but, whatever, I also have read Withering Tights by Louise Rennison. Who is one of my favorite authors. She lives in England and so on, and I read her series Confessions Of Georgia Nicolson. Which, most of the things in there really did happen to Louise and I thought that it was great and the books are really quite funny, in a teenaged angst kind of way. I recommend her books eight ways to Sunday. And I KNOW that there isn't eight ways to Sunday, but get off my back will you??? You're starting to seem like my Mutter and Vater. So HUSH. And shutup brain. Now. Have you ever had one of those times where your brain will NOT SHUT THE HELL UP??? I've been having those. I can't stop thinking about the 17th. Which, I know, is tomorrow. I can't stop thinking about it, because it's Spencer and I's three year anniversary. Really awesome right! I know!!!! I'm so excited I think I might explode! It's been driving me crazy thinking about it, and ever since about... Sometime last week I have been in a fabulously fantastic mood. All the time. Even in the mornings. And I am not known to be a happy camper in the mornings. Normally I'm a wake-me-up-and-I'll-fucking-kill-you camper in the mornings. Which, uh, isn't all that good really. Particularly because of waking up and going to school every morning. Which, let's see, I've only been doing for the past eleven years now. And, I'm still not used to waking up in the mornings, I'm a bit better at it now that I've been doing it for so long, but, in elementary school I was not very good at getting up. In the form of.... Well, I almost had to be dragged out of bed, and then I had to be up and ready to go at seven fifty in the morning, instead of six thirty like I have to now. Weird right? And, really the waking up at a certain time every day never really ends, because after highschool, there's college and going to work, and all that. But, hey, it's better than being broke and out of work right?