When I say hillshire you say farms.

Today has been really terrible, and it's only 8:30 in the am. I forgot my wallet at home, so I can't buy myself any food. The only good thing that's happened thus far is that I got my mom to write me a note to get me out of swimming class. That's why I'm writing this post right now, instead of taking a dip in the freezing water of my school's pool.

Also on my list of icky things that have happened thus far today, the last 30 seconds of homeroom were extremely distressing. How can 30 seconds be distressing, you ask? Well, right after the bell rang I stood up and I noticed my fly was down. Rather than waiting until I was in the crowded hallway to fix my zipper and have no one notice, I decided to do it right that moment, and I'm fairly sure that my homeroom teacher and two other students saw. I guess on the list of embarrassing things that could have happened, this wasn't so bad. Even so, I'm still reeling from that crippling sort of embarrassment that attacks during situations like this.

How about you? How has your morning been so far?

P.S.- Matt IDK when you're going to read this, but I didn't get a chance to say that I think your haircut looks great! :D 

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

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!

TURN IT DOWN!

A few mornings ago my school had a late start because some of the students had to take a standardized test. I was not one of those students, but I had to arrive at school about three hours prior to the late start that was going to take place. My friend and I had to sit in the cafeteria by ourselves for quite some time, trying to figure out ways to occupy our excess amount of freedom.

Sometime around the middle of the morning, some more kids started showing up. A table that was next to mine had a bunch of boys sitting at it. All I can assume is that these boys think extremely highly of themselves, and that is why their music was turned up so loud. I'm certain they wanted to maintain their "too cool to care" attitude. Of course, blasting your music in a public place is one way to ensure that everyone thinks you're a jerk, in my opinion.

I contemplated ways to make them turn it down. Figuring that upfront confrontation would just make them get angry at me and turn their music up louder, I went with a more unorthodox approach. I started dancing in my seat, popping and locking and such. They didn't notice. A girl at another table noticed, though. She whipped her head around, glared at me, and said, "Uh, could you please turn that down?" in an extremely condescending tone. I was left speechless. I couldn't understand why she got mad at me since I wasn't the one playing the music! Apparently if you dance people will assume you're the one playing the music. AND YOU WILL BE REPRIMANDED. I repeat: YOU WILL BE REPRIMANDED.

So, friends, next time kids blast music, don't dance. Please.

Epilogue: the kids eventually turned off their music. I felt indifferent.

Update with a side of insanity

Last night I went to dinner at Olive Garden with some friends. I was seated at my table by a waiter named K.C. He was a nice enough man, who had quite a lot of facial hair. I'm talking about a goatee-mustache-sideburns combo here, people. He took my order, walked away, and when he returned his facial hair was different. I am not kidding you. The sideburns were seriously NOT THERE. This happened each time he left and returned. There seemed to be some subtle difference in his facial hair. At first I rationalized that it was just the changing light in the restaurant, since it was growing darker outside. But after a few trips I realized that his facial hair WAS INDEED CHANGING.

My friend and I tried to convince her family of this fact, but none of them seemed to notice a difference. At this point we were so flustered that we theorized that there must be more than one waiter serving us.

"Yeah, of course there's two waiters! Man, I knew we weren't crazy... I think he's named Tim." My friend said to me after we made up our hypothesis. We kept a close watch out for Tim, but the only waiter that ever came to our table was K.C. for the rest of the night. Well, I think it was K.C., since his beard kept changing. Eventually I grew tired of all of the shenanigans and asked the waiter nearest to our table if a waiter named Tim was working that night.

"Uh, yeah, I think so." he responded.

That was enough for me. I triumphantly declared myself still sane and called it a night. Though when I walked into school today my friend greeted me and told me that she decided Tim wasn't real. Dumbfounded, I asked why. I don't even remember her reasoning now, but I swear to God, TIM IS REAL! Please join my support group at: www.timisreal.blogspot.com

Baby, Won't You Be My Girl?

Today started with some very inauspicious events. It all started because I slept through my alarm, and my mom had to come into my room and wake me up (I am going to blame day-light savings time for this). Things managed to go fine from then on until I was walking into school, and I threw up a little bit in my mouth. Grossed out? Yeah, I was too. I thought, "Well, I guess that's just the sort of day it's going to be," but then another little voice in my head went, "No, not on my watch! Go kick some High School Butt!" I have decided to listen to the second voice, thankfully, so I am going to have a fabulous day.

The other subject I want to elaborate on this morning is Foods class. Now, for any of you readers who have been in high school, you've probably had to take some form of a Home Ec class. At my school they have Human Behavior, Child Development, Fashion, and you guessed it- Foods. I am in Foods 1, which is probably the easiest class I have ever taken in my entire life. The only way the class could be hard is if someone had virtually no kitchen experience whatsoever. And, based on who I've had to cook with, that would be about 1/3 of the class.

I'm not kidding here, people. I had to be in a group with kids who didn't know how to wash dishes. Don't ask how someone can mess that up. It's common sense right? Wrong. I won't go any deeper than that.

Since we change groups of four every two weeks or so, I've had the chance to work with just about everyone in my class. Because I don't have any friends in my Foods class, I mostly just keep to myself. I didn't think that anyone else really paid attention to me, until one day about two or so weeks ago. The following dialogue took place:

Random Boy: Hey, is M's(I won't mention names) girl here?
Random Girl: Points at me.
Random Boy: No, no. Use your eyes.
Random Girl: Whips her head around to look at me. 
Me: Uh...
Random Girl: Don't worry, it's not a bad thing!

To this I responded eloquently with a "WTF", but I gathered no further information except that I am someone's "girl". Since I have never been someone's girl before, I am not sure how to deal with this situation. What weirds me out even more is that the boy who seemingly likes me is one of the bad dish washers. This is so surprising because I actually told him he wasn't washing dishes correctly, and that he needed to refill the sink on the side with the garbage disposal. Apparently he didn't mind this. My friend suggested that perhaps he likes my assertiveness. I am not entirely sure that's it. Every Foods class since then those kids have alluded to the fact that the one bad dishwasher has a little thing for me.

I hope I can update with more information about this. I have Foods first period today, and since it's homeroom right now, I have about fifteen minutes to mentally prepare myself for whatever I'm going to have to face. Wish me luck!

Saturday Adventures

Fun fact about me: I am a baton twirler.

Yeah, it's sort of weird, but I like being able to do it because it's allowed me to perform all over in my town, as well as across the country! Of course, though, all of these trips and performances cost money, which is sometimes hard to come by. That's why last night, I was working at my baton studio's Spaghetti Dinner fundraiser.

I was scheduled to work from 4 to 8 pm, handing out breadsticks. I assumed that it would be a pretty easy job, low stress and such. I was right... sort of. As predicted, it wasn't a very taxing activity, but for those of you who have never worked at a Spaghetti Dinner, you don't know the distress one can feel after asking some six hundred people if they'd care for a breadstick.

It doesn't sound like it'd be bad, but saying the phrases, "Would you like a breadstick?" and "Yes, you can have two breadsticks" for four hours straight is mind numbing. My throat actually started going hoarse. Also, around the second hour, my legs and feet started to ache.

The area where the breadstick table was set up was right next to a wall that separated the gym I was in from the other gym, where an auction was taking place. I have never attended an auction, so I don't know how they work, but I have the slightest inclination to believe that the one going on next door was slightly unorthodox. They were blasting dance music, the kind that has an "unst unst unst" back beat that pounds in the background. Since I was right next to the dividing wall, I could hear the back beat all night. It started to make me go a little crazy, and it made me wonder if I was hearing things. To test my sanity, I pressed my palm up against the wall, and sure enough, it was vibrating in time with the music. It felt like the wall had a heart beat. Slightly perturbed, I just shook it off.

Fortunately, I managed to survive, and I was able to give back to people who have done so much for me over the years. It was rewarding being able to help out in the end, but all I'm going to say is that if I help out again next year, I am not serving breadsticks.

Socially Awkward

Last week, I noticed that I have a slight problem on my hands.

As I was walking to my Geometry class, I passed by a guy I know. Well, I don't know him, but he is friends with all of my other friends. I have seen him at social outings and such, but at this point I still don't feel like I can just approach him and start a casual conversation. So as I was passing by him, I was confronted with a dilemma: Do I or do I not say 'hi'? 

Okay, this is a terribly insignificant problem, which I suppose is a good thing that this is what my daily drama consists of, but it still made me anxious. I feel like he was having similar thoughts about the situation, because we both made brief eye contact, said 'hi' quietly, and I continued on my way briskly. 

Now I am concerned that I am going to have many more uncomfortable confrontations such as this. Anyone have any advice?  

I don't know, sometimes

I came across this while taking this quiz today. All I am going to say is that my answer was 'Very Accurate'