Old Dudes

You when your best bud calls you a crappy friend??? Yeah well that is ALMOST as bad as old dudes....... you know??? old dudes with comb overs.... a grey sweater, sausage fingers, pedo voice, pot belly, double chin, short, eyes sunken in, man boobs, high rise jeans with a muffin top, and nurse sneakers. yeah that is pretty specific but when you find an oldie there is no mistaking it... the old people smell.... like that of a used car! You know you get first car, it's used, but when you get it you don't want to drive it because the previous owners scent is lingering. If you drive it to any public place you get out others around you gag because you have the stank of some old dude!!!!!!  Anyways just sometimes its creepy...... back to the friend thing.... i argued with someone for an hour.... and nothing got resolved. oooopppsss. well thats my business. and another thing about the wrinkled sun spotted oldies are they read over your shoulder and ask you stupid questions......... like what are your topics about???? What are you writing about??? NOTHING. alright short and sweet. bye

IT'S WHAT I WANT DANG IT!!!!!

Why does everyone always want to decide what YOU do???? Do this, do that!!! NO I DO WAHT I WANT WHEN I WANT...... like seriously live your own life and leave me alone. I'm going OFF topic now.. WHY? BECAUSE I CAN!!!! Okay so my best friend in the whole world proudwalmartshopper did me a solid (YES SOLID.... because i can). I didn't finish my chem test so I could study more... Since i was in class she had to go get a book for me. When she gets in the room Mr. I sometimes like Chemistry Man asks "What's the book for?" her reply, "homework!" Now, Mr. Chemistry Man... why so many questions??? For asking so many questions he should get a response like "Oh THIS book?? Well you see since i wanted to have some fun... so i'm going to snowboard... without the snow, board, and even the mountain" him: "Is that possible?" you: "You call yourself a teacher? Okay lesson one, there is a huge stair case right down the hall that doesn't get used for anything totally epic... So today the stairs are my mountain! That empty bottle in your trash wasn't always empty... That will act as a sort of really wet snow. And finally your Chemistry book, the most important part, my board. Kinda small you say? yes well, i like a challenge. And that is the end of my answer to your nosey question... Want to ask me what i am doing again?" Well Mr. Chemistry face i'm sorry (not that you're reading this) I do like you. you're alright but seriously i'd love to see the look on your face if/when that actually happened/s. well i guess this blog is finito. i just needed someplace to rant about things in my day. Bye now. Probably for a long time...

Pony Scissor Hands!!!!!!

So today in world history I'm bored, and don't ask why, but i looked up pictures of a rainbow pony. What I get is an Pony Scissor Hands instead. I'm proud to see the world is as crazy as i am... if someone hadn't done this i probably would be the one to turn a harmless children's toy into a death machine. Really though who has the time to do this??? well if you're like me and choose to goof off instead of work you'd have all the time in the world. Even though I have all this time I don't use it to blog. Usually I just watch messed up movies and yell at the screen. (NOT REALLY). I do talk at the screen though and get very enraged about what the people are doing, especially when the bad guy gets caught. Anyways, back on topic. A little pony wearing black and has scissors for hands... I think i might buy something like this for my cousin (she's 6) for her birthday... yeah my buddy proudwalmartshopper is sitting next to me like always and again she is laughing at my ways. Okay so I would never really buy my cousin something like this but hey, remember it's the thought that counts!!!! TA-TA for now... or peace out... or lata lata. Whatever you're into, ADIOS.

Ceiling Tiles

Have you ever been so bored with your life that you just count random objects around you? The thing that I count the most is the stupid ceiling tiles. You are in the middle of counting them, so your head is randomly looking up. You mind your own business, then when you're done counting you catch someone staring your way laughing. So in math one day I'm looking for my own objects to count when I see my best buddy, proudwalmartshopper, looking in the air. Her pen is counting imaginary things above her. She gets done counting and writes down a number. Later I ask her about it and she is trying to figure out how many tiles are in each room:P So now any room I go into I too count the tiles. The room I'm in right now has too many tiles to count and in order for me to count I would have to stop typing, but you guys wouldn't know if i really did or not. See, I could have just stopped and you wouldn't know. Anyways, getting a little off topic. If you're ever bored just count random objects, but always count the ceiling tiles first. I have been a little, okay a lot behind on doing my blogs so after I post this one I will post another random one just to satisfy your juicy thoughts. bye bye for a few minutes:D