Thursday, March 31, 2011

Suckish Spring Break

     *sneeze, cough* Uh, hello. Mir here. As you can most likely tell, I'm currently on spring break, and it's not going to well. *blows nose* Neither am I. ATCHOO! *sniffles* I have a really bad cold, and if I was speaking right now, you wouldn't be able to understand it, it would all be gibberish. *sneezes again* I had to skip half of my dance class because of this stupid- ATCHOO! Cold... And just to rub it in my face, nature made it snow. DARN IT ALL!! IT'S GOD FORSAKEN SPRING!! I SHOULD BE PERFECTLY HEALTHY, AND BE ABLE TO GO OUTSIDE WITH OUT LANDING IN THREE FEET OF SNOW!!! IT SHOULD BE SUNNY!! I'M NOT SUPPOSED TO HAVE A COLD, AND IT SHOULDN'T BE COLD!!! *cough, gag* Ow, ow... stupid cold...

Sunday, March 27, 2011

Cuz I was bored...

I drew this on MS paint out of boredom...

A Day of Laughter and Dancing

        Tee, hee. I was laughing so hard today! I had about three laughing fits today, the first two where at my dance competition. It's a little late to mention this, but for those of you who don't know me very well, I do Irish dance! While I was at the competition, Mom was getting my hair ready. I was staring off into space, and she sprayed the hair spray, all over the back of my neck. It was cold, FREEZING COLD, and it startled me. I screamed, and everyone stared at me. Then I started laughing so hard I feel out of my chair. Pretty soon, the entire room was in fits of hysteric laughter. Then I started dancing. My shoe came loose, and at the very end of the dance I kicked and my shoe went flying. My Mom went into baseball player mode, and jumped to catch it. Someone said, "Nice catch!," and that was enough to send the room into bales of laughter again. The next fit of laughter was while we were eating dinner. We had gone to an Irish Pub call Mavis Winkles. Note: Fans of Hetalia will get this. My Dad picked up the menu and glanced over it. He pulled a face at the end and said, "Better stay away from the English food, It's not very good." I don't know why but it made me think England was the cook in the kitchen. That made me laugh so hard I had to cover my mouth to keep me from spitting out my milk. That's pretty much it, but I wish I had laughed a bit more. Sorry for the crappy ending, but I'm to lazy to write a good one. XD

Tuesday, March 22, 2011

My Cat The Strange One

    I was eating dinner when my cat walked into the dining room. Instead of instantly coming over to the table for his daily begging ritual, (I swear that cat's part dog) he veered to the left, towards my computer. I thought it was strange, considering there was chicken on the table. But then I saw what he was going for. I had a party horn left over from a new years party, and on the end of it, was shiny golden tinsel. Don't ask me why, he's just a magnet to that kind of thing. The even stranger thing is that he likes to eat it. Yes, my cat, the tinsel-o-vaur. I had to pull him away from it, or else when we woke up in the morning there would be sparkly cat barf everywhere. Yea, FUN. It was even worse during Easter when he ate an entire BASKET FULL of shiny easter grass. End result = YUCK. But that's not all, it was even stranger when he was a kitten. He was a shelter cat, and had come from a large litter, so he was used to stealing food to get enough to eat. (He's grown out of that habit though, thank God.) A few weeks after we got him came the "butter incident". I was three at the time. Mom was making some sort of pastry, and left an entire stick of butter on the counter. While no one was looking, he jumped up on the table, and dragged it into the basement. There was a bit of confusion when Mom came back, but she ended up just going to the store to get another one. About two to three hours later I went down into the basement. The sight that greeted me was a half eaten stick of butter and one very sick cat. He walked about two paces forward, and threw up all over the carpet. Since I was three this scared me quite a bit, and I ran up the stairs shrieking "KITTY BARF, KITTY BARF!" at the top of my squeaky three year old voice. I frightened my mother, but I guess anyone would be if their three year old daughter ran up the stairs screaming bloody murder, or in this case, kitty barf. I would tell you more, like the story about the potato, and my cat's strange habit of only wanting to expel his previous meals in the basement, but I am starting to get tired. Plus I need to finish my Pokemon White game. XD Did I mention my cat has a mustache? PICTURE ABOVE

Monday, March 21, 2011

My Crazy Teachers...

   Male teachers should come with a warning, or at least the ones I have should... Mr. Kapostasy and Mr. Potiker or nice, but they're still crazy. Just a few days ago in Mr. K's class this guy named Tyler sat on someone, that person than shoved him and said, "Dude, you're on my foot!" One of the people than laughed and said that would make a good song. Mr. K took it seriously, and dragged his guitar out. By the end of class, he had composed an entire song based on the words, "Dude you're on my foot."  Also, he finds the weirdest articles to do research off of. One of them was about a person in a Chewbacca suit attacking some tourists. The end result was looking Chewbacca up on Youtube to see what we could find. What we ended up finding is a strange techno song, and the only words in the entire song were, "CHEWBACCA! WHAT A WOOKIE!" Than there is Mr. P, he's the cheesy joke king. He's even worse than my Dad, which is really, REALLY, bad. Trust me, if you had to live with my father 24/7 you would know what I'm talking about, my mother once threatened to lock him in the closet it was so bad. He also give everyone nicknames. One person in my class is named Brandon Chatman. His initials are B.C., so   Mr. P calls him caveman. *Sighs* Why is life so strange sometimes?