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. 

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!

Thar Be Gold in Them Hills! *UPDATED*

...I have news....

Very recently, I found out that it is not a good idea to eat more than your fair share of Tic Tacs in one sitting. Even though the good people at Tic Tacs Incorporated put dozens of Tic Tacs in a single canister, they are not suggesting that you eat all of them at once. Rather, they wanted to create a convenient way for you to have multiple breath mints on hand, all the time, every time.

Unfortunately, I had to learn the true purpose of Tic Tacs the hard way.

See, I had been on a Tic Tac withdrawal for many, many months. Too many, it seems, because when I came across an unopened container of Tic Tacs on my counter a couple mornings ago, I was in unadulterated shock.

Me in awe of the glorious Tic Tacs

I grabbed the canister and stuffed it into my bag, but not before popping a few of the mints into my mouth as I headed out the door. I felt ready to face the world. Nothing could stop me. I had my freaking Tic Tacs and nothing could destroy me- I had fresh breath.This feeling of invincibility only fueled my excitement about the Tic Tacs, causing me to eat more and more of them, until I had downed 15  in under half an hour. 

That's when I started to feel sick. With so many Tic Tacs in my system, my body wasn't responding ideally. My stomach started to ache, shooting pain through my torso when I moved around. My feelings of power and joy from earlier in the morning vanished in an instant. Ironically, the Tic Tacs, which had made me feel pretty dang positive about life, were making my stomach cramp up.

This is where I got a little confused, because, as we all know, Tic Tacs don't amount to much. I think they're only about a calorie or two, at best. But when you mess with the Law of the Tic Tacs, they bite back hard. Basically what I'm saying is that if you eat more Tic Tacs than necessary, they will give you a tummy ache. Though, now as I think about it, my stomach ache may also have been induced by the lone pickle spear I'd eaten as breakfast this morning. Perhaps the pickle didn't agree with all of my Tic Tacs. 

The Tic Tac quakes in fear as the Pickle wields his deadly swatch-bucklin' sword.

My stomach ache eventually went away, but I learned my lesson. 

Also, you may be wondering why I titled this post 'Thar Be Gold in Them Hills!'. I couldn't get that phrase out of my head today, so I had to use it as my title today. Just think of this post as a Gold Mine of information. There. You're welcome. 

*UPDATE*

I was telling this story to a friend during school a  couple of days ago, being extremely overdramatic and silly. Apparently the sign language interpreter who was sitting in the room was tuning into my story as well, otherwise I don't think this dialogue would have taken place: 

Sign Language Interpreter: I can't help but ask; did this happen when you were a little girl?

Me: Uh... no.

My Friend: It happened last week!!! :D 

Sign Language Interpreter: ...Oh.

That's about what happened, and my face turned as red as a tomato. So, according to a Sign Language Interpreter, I have the decision making skills of a small child. Great.