The problems with weekends

School isn't that bad, actually I kInd of like it. But everyone else, I can't WAIT for the weekend. But there is always a problem with it.

Like now.

Ok. There are three outcomes to the weekend:

Too short:
~Go to a friend's house, time passes too quickly, before you know it weekend ends.
~Play a video game you like, time wasted when you could've been running around a tree.

Too long:
~Get sick, suffering thought the weekend hoping it will end so you can get better in education.
~Some thing editing is said to happen the next Monday, you sit around hoping the fourty-eight hours will pass quickly enough---they don't.
~All friends are unavailable, you wish they count entertain you with their funny faces.

Then there are the just-rights, where you somehow convince yourself that the weekend was good, and you want to go back to school, then you wake up early Monday morning and realize: I fucking don't want to get up.

But there is always a different case with three day week ends:

Too short:
~You are bored for he first two dAys, but then you do something really entertaining like playing a video game on the last day, and you forehead slap yourself because you have to go to school so you can't play.
~You get sick on Friday, and you finally get better on Monday, but then you have to go to school on tuesday.

Too long:
~You have nothing scheduled to go anywhere, and you siblings are somewhere and you don't feel like playing mine craft, or video games, and you are sick and really hungry but there is nothing that you want to eat, and you are tired or reading a really funny blog because I read from latest to oldest, because that's how they are layed out, and in the older ones there are less pictures, and for some reason they are less funny, and you have a headache and a soar throat, and there is nothing but the idea to blog your problems out. You dont want to go back to school, but you want to have fun, and you have the back and knees of a ninety year old when you are only thirteen, so sitting in your favorite chair Disney help that much, so you sit in some weird postion and moan, but you don't like to do that because it hurts your old lady back and it hurts your throat and you hate raking medicine so you do nothing about yor throat and you are still tired even though you woke up four hours ago.

( that last one happens o he the one I'm experiencing right now.)

Stuff I should've realized before

You know, it took me a while to notice, even though she tOld me many times, that my best friend gas the brain capacity of a gnat.

Seriously.

We have sleepovers, every other,other, weekend, and we mostly do nothing but watch tv. A lot of Netflix, which I have to say, is pretty awesome. I don't have. Etflix at my house, so whenever I go to Reine's, I watch whatever there. Reine even got some of the things on DVD. Ok, So Reine is a little behind on one thing: anime. I first liked it in 4-6th grade, and got over it by 7th grade. I still like it, I just don't draw it as much. Now I draw more realistically and sometimes try to draw a picture like that. A couple of my friends still only draw like that. But only Stella actually watches it, out of my friends. (not including Reine)

Ok, so now to the point.

So, I was there yesterday, and we were pigging out on anime on Netflix, and Reine tells me that she had another anime on DVD.
I told her I was probably going to steal it from her, till the next time I go over there, like I do a lot, and she said "that's fine, but you might not like it." so she explained it to me, and after the first sentence of it I laughed, really loudly.

She looked at me funny and said "what?"

Apparently she doesnt remember, that, only like two sleepovers ago we were watching that all day and night. She didn't remember at all. She really was confused. So I finished explaining the thing by saying " Reine,you mean the wallflower? The ones with the nose bleeds and the RADIENT CREATURES, and the rose bush? Yes. You clazy doctor jones." she still doesn't remember watching it with me.

Hmmm........

Art in the hands of my face

In art, we are doing a masters reproduction painting, meaning that we have to recreate a famous painting.

I, did Railroad Sinset by Edward Hopper.

Well, I was. But it's done.

And decently resembles the original painting, though I used a rylic paint instead of oil paint.

I will post a picture when I can take it home, but till then.....


I just started thinking. I had a dream. And I could fly. I love all my dreams were I can fly!

Seriously. One of my biggest wishes is that I could fly. And I do so believe that that won't corn true.

Sooo dreams are the best thing ever, especially because my subconscience is freakin AMAZING.
I lOvve. My subconscience. A lot. More than my face.
Heh. Not a good comparison.

Sorry that this post won't be long. My face asks me to go take a shower.

Au revoir et bonne journee et vous. Visages...? I am almost positive that I forgot how to say good bye and a very good day to your faces in French.... I'll look it up....

What do I title this...?

Something I made my best friend do:
Be VERY discriptive. I would give her a single word, and she would make the most detailed sentence.

I SHALL DO THAT NOW.

First, I will do some. Then, I will leave a few for my readers to comment....discriptively...

AND WE START!

Orange:

Orange. Both an edible sphere and a bright cOlor. Sitting on my origami book, in front of my lamp, but behind my iPod, it sits there in its wrinkly, textured orange peel, mushy and soft. They are often quite tasty and juicy, and are quite CITRIS MANGO!?

Ok......... My iPod just autocorrected me. From cerealy mine,to....citrus mango. Ok.....

ANYWAY!

Book:

On my shelf, being hugged by other chunky novels, lays a yellow hardcover book, filled with... Floppily thin pages....with.....words.

Never mind.... Being descriptive is tiring. I think I'll just ramble on about the reason that you are still reading this.

Why are you still reading?
Am I actually entertaining?

I really think that your hair is on fire and your face is.....oh my glob .... Tommorow, is HAT FRIDAY. At the high school. Where I learn. French. Every other day. Woot! Also cookie Friday!

How awesome is that?!

Cookies and hats all in the same place.....

Slightly Late New Year's Resolution

A few days late, but better late than never! My new years resolution is to blog more. I mean, ALOT more. Like, possibly one each and every day. Thanks to my handy dandy iPod touch, I don't have to type in secrecy trying to blog anymore. I can be sitting across from a family. Emeber, knowing that if they see my iPod, I can quickly hit the home button, or they won't know what the heck this is. So I must. Log more often.

I say this often, but this is a commitment...that may just possibly be held...

Imna think I will actually succeed!
I CAN DOOOO IT!!!

*cough* self optimism aside, with determination I have peeled my kiwi, formerly owned by Walmart,and it tastes like a kiwi.

Very surprising, yes?

Now, I am tired, so I must retire for the night.


WOOT!MAGIC BANANAS!!

*cough, cough*

Au revoir, et tres bonne journee a tous via visages.

WOOOOOSSHH

Ha. It's kinda funny. You see, every now and then I retread all of my posts, and all of them are really...STUPID. I mean, seriously. Like, the ones that i said I had matured in, are really annoying. Heh. Maybe I'll never be sane....


Anyone else? Have any of my readers EVER drawn or written something, thinking It was awesome and the best in the world, the coming back to it later and realizing how freaking stupid it was? Anyone?

Anyone?

Well I do that. ALOT. Seriously. Almost anytime I draw or write something. It is a problem. I also do that when I talk to people. Later, I remember the conversation and think of something WAY better or smarter that could have made me not look like an idiot. But I just can't seem to do this when I'm having the conversation or argument. Geez. I am Stupid. EsPecially for having a pointless blog, like my friend, who showed it to me, so I showed my blog to all of my other friends.

On to different things...

Typing an entire blogpost on your iPod touch is really annoying, but better than I thought it would be. Be ausr of the small keyboard. Oh, we'll.

Sorry I dot post often, and when I do it's something that is irritating. I think I'll Post on my blog more often, so long as my friends remind me.

REMIND ME, I SAY!!