Game Over, Man. Game. Over.

I have some bad news, guys.

I am going to have to quit blogging...

I know, I know, this is all quite sudden. Please bear with me while I explain why this is.

I didn't want it to come to this, but I knew that it would have to happen some day. That day just came closer than I thought. I was hanging out with Lizzie again a bit ago, and I asked for a snack. In her kitchen there were some not-quite ripe bananas (just how I like them). I grabbed one off the top of the microwave, ready to partake in the deliciousness. I grabbed the top of the banana, and started pulling (I was going to say "yanking", but I thought that might have sounded too much like a euphemism). I tried to peel the banana for about thirty seconds, but the peel just would. not. budge. Then, quite unexpectedly, there was a loud SNAP! I looked down and I was holding the banana in two chunks in both of my hands. I had literally ripped the banana in half. I couldn't believe my eyes. Spluttering, I held the banana up to show Lizzie. Both of us were speechless. It was so unprecedented that I made Lizzie take pictures. I HAVE EVIDENCE!

Here I am. Looking devious. Looking Sly. Looking... STRONG.

Look at that. Just look at it for a minute, and let it simmer in your mind. Imagine as I tore it in two, imagine my shocked face, then lead it back to this image of me holding the banana, where it all comes full circle. So I send out my dearest apologies to all of you... but really, I have new and greener pastures to graze with my newfound strength. Really the only possible option I see for me now is to become... you guessed it, a carny. I will travel the world with my other circus companions, and I can live off the money I make pulling apart various fruits. The fruit won't know what hit 'em. Pomiculture will really be taking a blow with this one. 

It's been swell, everyone, but I must make my leave now. I've loved every minute on this blog... but wish me luck as I start my new life. 

<3

Edit: Did I mention that I tore yet another banana in two while I was at Lizzie's a couple weeks ago? Things are really starting to get out of hand. 

Saturday Was Productive *UPDATED*

Today was a busy day for me. Okay, not actually that busy, but I am going to pretend like I lead an exciting life to keep up this shotty façade that I am an interesting person.

This afternoon my friend Lizzie came over, and we made art stuffs. To be frank, I haven't tried to draw anything in over a year, so it was quite interesting. It all started because we were online and found a Homestuck Ship Generator and we went a little bit overboard. We kept hitting the "Ship 'em" button until we got ones we deemed funny enough. I think my personal favorite was Lil' Cal <3 Serenity.

This is the final product, and this is also why I don't draw things... ever. This is also my new OTP.

As you can see, they are in a relationship because there is a heart in between them. There is no other verification necessary, really. Another interesting one that I drew was Wayward Vagabond <3 Serenity (I don't know why but I just really like shipping people with fireflies, okay?)

Another heart. This is nothing if not an exact representation of TRUE LOVE.

So, uhm, yeah. That's how I spent my day. I am pretty sure I'm never going to draw anything ever again. But I felt like it was my duty as a blogger to keep all of you updated about my daily life, and update I shall. 

*UPDATE*

Lizzie posted about this too! I stole some of the other pictures off her blog, and I thought it'd be great to share them on here too (I'm assuming you're okay with this, Lizzie? If not, just let me know).

Here is more of Wayward Vagabond <3 Serenity. Also, Lizzie created her own character... A certain Wayward vagabond Sprite. It's simply magnificent. 

I couldn't help but add this one once I saw she had it on her blog. Just guess what this picture is about... I dare you! >:]

Challenges Past, Present, And (Hopefully Not) Future

In light of this whole canceling the Wordsmith Challenge, I've realized something: I don't do well with challenges. At all. As I thought it over last night, I realized that there have been multiple instances in my life where I was presented with a challenge, intrapersonal or otherwise, and I failed miserably.

Instance number one: sixth grade student council elections. I had been a StuCo officer the previous two years, and I wanted to round off with my last year of elementary school as a member of the Council. I figured I had it in the bag since the other students knew I had a history being on Student Council, and that I had helped plan some fun events. What I didn't think of was that sixth graders are mean, vicious animals that don't care about your track record. That year two "popular" girls had run, and I didn't stand a chance in that biased popularity contest. At my elementary school they would always announce the names of the elected right before school would end the day of the election. I remember being shocked that my name wasn't announced, and without even congratulating the elected, I fled from the school, tears streaking my face. My brother thought that he heard my name on the announcements and he tried to congratulate me, and I yelled at him, thinking he was trying to mock me. Of course, that trauma wasn't anything that  a pint of chocolate ice cream and a Sister, Sister marathon couldn't remedy. But from that point I learned that when I am challenged, it doesn't end well.

Another instance of challenge has been ongoing ever since I was a small child. When I was little, I didn't like having to wake up in the middle of the night to go to the bathroom. I would challenge myself to see how long I could hold it in. One memorable night in kindergarten I had to use the bathroom really badly as I got into bed at night, but, being the cocky little twerp I was, I reckoned that I could just hold it all night. I couldn't. Despite this, over the years I still "challenge" myself in the bathroom department. Recently I tried to challenge myself and I ended up almost peeing my pants in Personal Finance after drinking an entire bottle of water an hour before. I don't even realize I'm challenging myself most of the time because I'm so determined to set a new personal record I am unaware of what I'm making myself go through.

In relation to my blog there was the 21 Day challenge, which I failed miserably at because I complain too much and I always forgot to switch my bracelet around. I don't really want to elaborate much on that one, because that wound is still fresh.

And finally, most recently of all, the failed Wordsmith Challenge. Soon enough that will just be an uncomfortable memory. I hope, anyway. Happy Friday, everybody! I'm going to go off and spend the rest of my day on the internet, now. Ciao!

A Legacy: My Favorite Shirt

I have a shirt that I have had since I was in approximately fourth grade. It's comfy and green, and I wear it as a pajama shirt. There are various bleach stains on it, and now there is a huge hole in the armpit. I know that at some point I am going to have to throw it away, but I can't bring myself to do it. Remember my other legacy, of my favorite pen? Even though it ran out of ink, I never threw it away. I am starting to think that I won't throw my shirt away, and just keep it. Perhaps I could hang it up on my wall to honor its memory.

That's the shirt hole. How bad is it? 

Houston We Have a Problem

I realized that my blog title is a reference to math. This is extremely disturbing. I wrote a poem to express my feelings. I am not good at rhyming so it isn't a very good poem. 

Houston We Have a Problem

It was about a week or so ago

from today,

I discovered I have a problem

that is making my conscious  pay. 

My blog so sweetly titled

“Infinitely Pi”

is a strikingly clear math reference,

that is making me want to cry.

we all know that I hate math

I make

my stance clear

that is why this blog title

makes me cringe and jeer. 

It is hard to say why I

named my

blog as I did. 

It all seemed so clever,

Now it has occurred to me that it’s quite stupid.

I wrack my brain for 

better names

yet none come to mind except for

“Hannah’s Bodacious Dance Party” and

“Anti-math movement corps”

Now this poem is losing

its rhythm 

Please oh please give me name ideas

to offer me emotional freedom. 

-Welp, that's it. I wrote it in like five minutes this morning. 

Meow

So instead of writing an actual post today I'm going to pull another one of my lazy stunts and just post an unfinished draft I found. This one I wrote like five months ago and I don't really know what inspired me to come up with it. Without further ado...

Some days, I feel like being spontaneously creative. I don't know what I want to do, but I know that I need to release my inner artist (pretend like I pronounced it 'arteeest'). Anyway, I'm having one of those days today, so here we are. I have decided that I will just write about my day, since I don't know what other outlet I can release my spunkiness into... mrgrmsmsmsgrm.


6:00 AM- wake up before alarm, worry if alarm will go off or not. Fall back asleep.


6:30 AM- Alarm does go off. Trudge out of bed, let my dog outdoors to go to the bathroom.


6:35 AM- start boiling water for tea. Go back to room to get dressed. Luckily, I chose my outfit the night before, so I feel accomplished that I have one less hurdle to jump.


6:40 AM- let dog inside. I forgot I was boiling water, and rush over to the stove and take the pot off the heat. Take a painstakingly long time to decide between strawberry and blueberry flavored tea. I choose blueberry.


6:50 AM- finish getting ready, pull shoes out of closet, dust old mud off the soles.


7:00 AM- Think I was ready by now? No. I wasn't. I spent another fifteen minutes dawdling around finishing my tea and petting my lovely dog.


7:15 AM- Finally leave my home. The car ride is uneventful


Wow. That was stupid. I wonder why I used to be so obsessed with my dog and also tea. By the way, the strawberry tea was nasty, that is why I chose blueberry. Interesting how I remember that, but not why I titled this post "Meow". I have no explanation whatsoever.

Adios, Wordsmith Challenge Thingy!

I have been told by a reliable source that the Wordsmith Challenge doesn't make sense. I have decided to just scrap the whole idea, because if it is confusing then I don't want to continue on with it. I'm going to delete those posts after I publish this. Sorry!

If any of you still want to find out more about it, go here!

H33H3H3

So I totally forgot that I drew this picture and I found it on my blog today and now I have so many questions.

1. Why is the ship called 'S.S. Diaper Rash'?

2. Why is a baby the captain?

3. Why is there a starfish wearing a sombrero?

4. Where are these two going? 

5. Why does the fish in the water look so conniving?

Okay, I'm going to go to Geometry class now. 

Sketch Lyfe

Remember that post I wrote earlier today that was slightly passive aggressive in nature?

I am going to add context now.

It all started yesterday afternoon while I was hanging out with my friend Amber and a few others at her birthday bash. Like the cool kids we are, we partied it up at a hotel. Our room- nay, our suite, was situated on the sixth and uppermost floor of the hotel. Just outside of our room was the balcony, and it wrapped around the entire hotel building, so we could walk all the way around if we so desired (which, as it would turn out, we so desired).

While we were relaxing out on the concrete balcony, looking out at the beautiful world around us,  Amber made a very interesting exclamation:

"That pan asian restaurant looks really sketch."

Now, for those of you who don't know what 'sketch' means, here is a simple explanation:

Sketch: adjective

-mysterious, sketchy, questionable in nature.

Ex: That man wearing aviators and a trench coat is very sketch. 

This comment about the restaurant was extremely, almost unbelievably accurate. Just look at these pictures and tell me that this restaurant does not look sketch.

Yes, sketch indeed.

So sketch. I think the reason it looked so sketch to us is primarily because we had a fabulous view of the roof of the restaurant, which looked a little creepy. Maybe it's just me, but for once in my life, I don't think it's just me. 

Another interesting event that transpired at this party was we wandered around the same balcony as before, but we went all the way around the building. Since we had previously gone swimming, we were all wearing our swim garb/bras/actual clothing (we all had some varying clothing choices). Everything was going swimmingly, our rendition of 'Beez in the Trap' being belted to the high heavens, when quite unexpectedly, we passed by a window. Not just any window. A floor to ceiling window that was spread about three window spans wide. Inside the window was a bunch of adults sitting in a dining hall. We proceeded to flip the heck out and we all skipped town. And by skipped town I mean we shrieked and ran away as fast as we could, then snuck back over to the windows and ran like maniacs in front of them again. I am quite positive we seemed absolutely sketch to the people sitting in the dining hall. 

All in all, it was a great party, and I wish I could write more about it, but I feel I have covered the highlights quite nicely. 

Also, this whole time I've been writing this post, I've been listening to this song. I've never posted a song from youtube onto my blog before, but I think if you click on the image it'll play the song? Enjoy :)

I just really like The Vaccines okay? </3

Haiku Sunday (for the first time in forever)

This morning I was looking through my sock drawer trying to find my favorite socks, and I found a worksheet from Foods class. The only thing I have written on it is my name.

 I don't know how to feel about this.

Anyway, until I finish all of my posts I'm working on, enjoy this masterpiece:

Pan asian cuisine;

Beer: a dollar sixty eight.

Dang, that place be sketch

I swear I'll add some context to that later. Just wait...

Unst. Unst. Unst.

Today was my friend Amber's birthday. Me and two other friends of mine planned a little... surprise party for her. Since we had YET ANOTHER late start at school this week, we thought that it would be a great opportunity to throw Amber a little par-tay. Last night we baked her some cupcakes, and wrapped up her presents in preparation for today.

This morning ended up being a magical experience for everyone involved, and the cupcakes were numerous in quantity and explosive in flavor. Amber, being the cutie patootie she is, had a great time. At least, I hope she did! Otherwise she's just a really good actress. So...

HAPPY BIRTHDAY AMBER!!!!!!!! :D :D :D :D :D :D :D <3 (See this? It doubles as a heart AND a party hat. 2X BEST FRIEND LOVE COMBO)

In other news, this morning my friend Lia told me she wanted to be mentioned in a blog post. Unfortunately her name isn't different colored because I don't have a website to link her to, because I don't know any of her tumblr url's. Wait... Lia. There we go. Now her name is colored.

I hope you all had a wonderful, magical, wonderful, fabulous, exciting, flamboyant, colorful, exuberant day.

Oops, I just realized I had typed 'wonderful' into that list twice. There. Fixed.

Side note to Amber: I hope you read this, chickidee! How's it feel to finally be one of the cool kids? >:D (aka, 15 year olds)

Here We Go Again

I feel like I haven't legitimately posted in quite some time. Tonight I thought I would express via pie chart (YESSSS) why I haven't been stirring up more posts for you all. The internet is the problem here. It's too addicting, and I'm caught under its spell.

Sorry for the sloppy screenshot. I don't really feel like redoing it.

Anywho, this is the reason I haven't been blogging. At all. It's also the reason why I don't have my closing argument prepared for a debate I have to take part in, in Economics tomorrow. I plan on winging it. I'm sure I'll have some delightfully cringe-worthy story to share with you all about it soon enough. 

EDIT: My team and I actually ended up winning the debate. While the experience was cringe-worthy in more than one aspect, I never really got around to posting about it. I'm sure if I tried to now, it'd be really irrelevant. 

8luh

Tumblr sure knows how to make a girl feel special. 

Happy Sunday

THEY'VE ARRIVED :D :D :D :D :D

I've been waiting since November of 2011 to buy my Gorillaz converse, and yesterday, all of my dreams finally came true.

Yes. Yes. Yes.

I had to save my money for such a long time, that when they finally came in the mail, I almost couldn't believe it! I don't really want to mention how much they cost, since I am literally broke now (I need a job ;u;), but they are well worth the money. 

In other unrelated news a couple of days ago I was looking through my room and I found some Guatemalan Wishing Dolls my Spanish teacher bought for me back in seventh grade. I can't really remember why she gave them to me, but when she came back from a trip to a Cinco de Mayo fair in Texas, she presented them to me. I think the reason I got them may partially be because I had what I like to call a "moment" in front of her, where I had a terrible day and I ended up crying in front of my whole Spanish class. It's a long story, I was an emotional preteen, 'nuff said. 

Anyway, I had forgotten about them completely, and when I found them I got excited. Basically what the Guatemalan Wishing dolls are, are extremely tiny little dolls that you make wishes with, and then put them under your pillow while you sleep, and when you wake up, your wish will come true that day. I tried it once, but I ended up losing the doll in my bed, so I am now one short in my collection. They were sitting in a little box on my shelf when I found them. Here are some pictures for your viewing pleasure:

Here are two out of the about ten that I still have. They are extremely small, and it was hard to get good pictures of them. My favorite aspect of the little wishing dolls is that they all have different outfits, and some even have little hair made out of tiny little rocks glued to their heads. I am thinking I might make myself some this summer :D 

P.S.- Happy Belated 4/13!! >:)

Life Keeps Happening

I was sifting through my drafts and I found this gem. I don't think I ever posted a finished version of it, so here it is, in all of its glory. Remember my Tic-Tac dilemma I had a couple of months ago? Apparently I wrote this and never published it...? Anyway, enjoy, if you will.




I was thinking today about how at some point in time, I may run out of sassy/interesting things to say on my blog. I also worried that I would run out of entertaining stories to tell about my past shenanigans. But then I realized, that my life won't stop, and that I'll constantly be experiencing new and exciting things.


For instance, just the other day, I found some Tic Tacs in my room as I was getting ready to leave home. I stuck them in my bag and headed out the door, excited about life. I popped four Tic Tacs in my mouth, and let the minty sensation take over. And then, I had four more tic tacs, and then five more, and then a couple more, and finally, I'd had fifteen Tic Tacs in under one hour. And my stomach hurt. Bad.

I'm not entirely sure if the Tic Tacs were to blame for my intestinal distress, but as a lesson, never eat more than your fair share of Tic Tacs in under an hour.

Another case of interesting occurrences happened when I ate a pickle for breakfast. This was a delicious pickle that had been soaking in a flavorful brine, and it was calling to me when I woke up at 9 am on Saturday. Even though I knew it wouldn't agree with me that early in the morning, I ate it anyway, and was enjoying every savory minute of it. 

My glorious pickle. It was tasty.

In the end, I did end up with a nasty stomach ache, and learned that I should never eat a single pickle for breakfast, and nothing else. 

Ahh, the memories. I'm still not really able to fully enjoy Tic-Tacs or pickles anymore. The wounds haven't healed... not yet. I'm also not quite sure what possessed me use the words 'flavorful brine' to describe my pickle. God, I was weird. 

So Then That Happened...

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Yeah... this is more accurate, isn't it? 

I hope to God these don't come back to haunt me some day. 

Back to School

If there is one thing that I can guarantee, it is that I totally squandered my Spring Break. Rather than trying to explain all of it, just take a look at this pie chart I constructed to shed some light on how I spent my time.

As you can see, I spent about half of my time online. What is most concerning is how little of the pie is devoted to the time I spent bathing. All in all, I suppose this is a strong representation of why I shouldn't be allowed to have such extended periods of free time, because I never get anything done. How does my Spring Break compare to yours? (Lizzie, don't even answer that question, because I know yours was awesome ;]). 

The Duggar Family Has Done It Again

Last night, I was on youtube, and some of the videos that were "suggested" for me were videos of the TLC show '19 Kids and Counting'. Having seen the show a few times before on television, I clicked on one, not thinking much of it. More than three hours later, I had watched more than three episodes of the show, including the 90 minute special where the oldest son's wife has her first child. Then it just kept getting worse from there.

My friend joined in on the madness too, and we watched the Duggar's adventures until approximately 2:30 in the morning. All I have to say about this experience is that I learned that the Duggar's are crazy. I honestly can't understand why they don't stop having children. I know that they love all of their kids, but after the high-risk birth of her nineteenth child, and the miscarriage of her 20th, I can't help but feel that her body is trying to tell her "No, stop it!". I suppose another thing I learned is that there are a wide variety of Michelle Duggar parodies circulating throughout cyberspace. Some of them were hilarious. Others, just weird. Lizzie, who also wrote a post about the Duggars, requested I create a visual aid for this post. Here goes nothing...

In all honesty I didn't want to post this picture. I guess it's my fault for showing it to Lizzie in the first place. Or maybe it's my fault for drawing it to begin with. Hm... Oh! As a side note, I am extremely pleased to be able to use the post tag 'poor reality television show choices' again. It's been too long, really it has. 

Why Did I Write This?

Approximately a month ago I wrote this post, and now it is the only thing in my Drafts folder. I really am curious as to why I wrote this (since I have no memory of my intentions). It made me laugh a little bit when I read it, but that may just be because I like to laugh at my own stupidity sometimes. Who knows.


I am typing in a large font right now. Or should I say write now since that would be a HILARIOUS pun. Okay, maybe not that funny. Now I'm writing with a green highlight! AHAHAHAH


Tomorrow is Easter.Now I am writing in purple. I remember last Easter I made a blog post about geo-caching on my old blog because that's what we did to kill some time. This post doesn't make any sense. Over and out home dogs. 




Should I be concerned? Yeah, I don't know either. Anywho, happy Wednesday! Today's background is for Josalyn (and also a portion of it is for me). 

Expanding the Family

I have news, everyone, I'm introducing a new little one into my family. His name is Cadmus Edmund Jacques III. I am really proud of myself for coming up with that name. Anyhow, here is my little cutie:

I love his little flower he's holding. So sweet. 

HANNAH IS THE CHAMPION

Just finished reading Act Five of Homestuck. It took ten days, but it happened, people. I can't even describe the euphoric stupor I've been in for the past half hour. I came up with this song while I was brushing my teeth shortly after I finished reading.

Hannah Is the Champion adapted from Queen's We are the Champions


Hannah is the champion, my friends,
And she'll keep on reading... 'till the end
BUM BUM BUM
Hannah is the champion, Hannah is the champion!
No time for school work because Homestuck just updated
A-a-AGAIINNNNN. 


I didn't finish the rest of the verses. Maybe it's a good thing I'm not a song writer. Anyhow, I am feeling really pretty good right now. While I was in the midst of reading act five, I got into the habit of taking screenshots of Gamzee looking creepy in the background. And eventually that metamorphosed into me taking screenshots of Gamzee looking creepy in the foreground. Here are some of my highlights...

What's he thinking of? I'm not sure. 

This sort of frightened me...

This is by far the best. EVER. So much emotion.

Anyway, I don't own any of these images, Homestuck belongs to Andrew Hussie, so on and so forth. There were so many more I wanted to post but then I became afraid that it might result in some weird copyright infringement. So, you get these three, and no more. Unless you know me in real life, in which case, just ask me to show you them at school monday! 

Tales from a Blogger's Childhood

Growing up in the middle of the Midwest offered me many opportunities as a child. Without any sizable theme parks or other attractions to speak of nearby, my companions and I had to come up with... unique ways to occupy our time.

Really, though, before I get too far ahead of myself, I should mention that most of the adventuring started around the time I was in first grade and a new neighbor named Alex moved in. Three years my senior and one year older than my brother, we idolized her. Not too long afterward a boy my age named Sam moved in down the street. We all befriended one another and became a sort of motley crew in my neighborhood. Alex, the oldest, became our self-appointed ring leader. Sam was loud, arrogant and obnoxious and liked to think himself a rebel. My brother was the most lax out of all of us, leaving me to be the capricious whirling dervish.

We all had our own psychotic tendencies colorful personalities, and despite our differences we managed to spend the dog days of summer and the long winters together without killing one another. Which, in retrospect, I find quite fascinating. I spent about five years of my life with these friends. Two of those years found me being a lovable ragamuffin. I spent the other three years being a vindictive, meddlesome, slightly more entertaining ne'er do well. What caused this change, I'm not sure. I just remember the last three years of my friendship with those kids ended up with many acts of vandalism, trespassing, and straight up truancy, which I don't think I'll go too far into the details of those right now.

I have many fond memories from those years, where I am certain that I could be defined by modern definition, as a punk. Most worthy of note, in my opinion, is the summer night where we found an old bike in Alex's garage. Upon further inspection we discovered it lacked brakes. I can't remember who exactly dared me to ride that bike down a hill, but I remember I took the challenge unflinchingly. By the end of the night I had cuts and bruises all over my arms and legs, after ramming into a fence.

Another story that I love to tell friends is about the human sized elmo doll Alex bought at a garage sale. He was the outlet for many spontaneous beatings, and we ended up breaking both of his softball sized plastic eyes. I'm not sure what was so satisfying about beating up an elmo plush, but it was somehow entertaining. We also loved to use the elmo doll as a prop for our movies we'd make, in which he acted as a stunt double (most notably when we tied him to a wagon and let him free fall down a hill). Though, and this is really my favorite, is the day where we sacrificed elmo by creating a noose with my jump rope and hanging him from the pine tree in my back yard. My father immediately put a stop to our sacrifice to the gods, and we were severely reprimanded (namely, we couldn't play with jump ropes anymore).

I realize that these tales might make me sound like a lunatic, but hey, don't we all have stories about sacrificing plush toys as kids? ...No? Well, you certainly didn't have much of a childhood then, did you? Just kidding, I know everyone has their own stories, but this is mine, and I don't think I'd change any of it.

My Blueberry Hands

Today I helped out my friend Leah...

This is her. Look at that cute face. 

Anyway, her parents are opening a dollar store, and they were in need of some help. Her mom asked Leah and I to paint cardboard letters purple so they could be hung on the walls and say things like "Jewelry" and "Pet Care". What I want to know is how such a simple task could go so horribly wrong. 

The type of paint we used was acrylic, which most of you probably know stains clothes. What I discovered today is that it can also stain your body. Since I most unfortunately lack the fine motor skills it takes to use a paint brush and not get paint all over me, the staining of my hands was inevitable. The more concerning aspect is how it ended up all over my legs. As far as my hands go, it looks like I spent the better half of my afternoon picking blueberries in good old Farmer Brown's blueberry patch. My fingers were stained an exquisite purpley-blue that is apparently unique to only blueberries and purple acrylic paint. No matter how much I scrubbed, the stains would not come off. Upon further inspection it looked like I had slammed both of my hands in a door, and sustained some major bruises. 

My legs are another story. The paint that managed to find it's way onto my legs looks like scrapes. Seriously guys, if I went out in public I'm sure about half the people I saw would approach me and ask if I needed medical attention. Really, though, I'll let you all be the judge of my situation. Just... here. Here are the pictures. 

Palms of my hands had it the worst, I think. 

My nails. Oh God, the paint will probably become part of my nails soon enough. 

I was hesitant to post a picture of my leg on here. I think that the paint that looks like claw scrapes on my thigh are worth noting. 

Photos curtesy of Leah and her camera. I hope this paint comes off soon. I want to be able to wear shorts. 

Glimpses from a Friday Afternoon

Friday was sort of not fun. I had a Biology quiz that I didn't actually study that hard for, and I'm pretty sure I failed it. This fun interaction took place shortly after I finished the quiz.

Setting: Biology Lab, lab table two. I take a seat next to my friend.


Me: I think I just failed that quiz.
Friend: Yeah, me too. 
Me: God, sometimes I hate Biology so much I just want it to die! (slams table with fist to prove point. Knocks over a container of plant leaves.)
Friend: Uh... are you going to clean that up?
Me: (crosses arms across chest) No. 
*Five minute intermission where nothing exciting happens*
Biology Teacher: (walks over to lab table two, examines leaves strewn on table.) Gosh, the kids in the period before you guys are so lazy. I'll clean up their mess.
Me: Uhmmm... (looks at friend, not sure what to say).
Biology teahcer: (picks up leaves, throws them away.)
Friend: aren't you going to tell him it was you?
Me: Not today... not today. 


Yeah, I feel sort of bad about this, but I feel like some things need to be left unsaid in this situation.


The following period my Economics teacher saw I had Homestuck pulled up on my computer and got all on my case about it (Okay, not really, he just was all, "What is THAT?"). Then I went to math, where my teacher noticed that I had written "Math Is Stupid" along the top of my paper the day before, and acted insulted by it. So many awkward interactions, so little time. Luckily I'm on Spring break right now, so I'll be able to blog everyday! Loljk I'm really going to be catching up on Homestuck. See you soon, my lovely readers!

P.S.- Happy April Fool's Day!