Thursday, March 31, 2011
*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
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
Monday, March 21, 2011
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?