Yet another weird dream

Another weird dream... I can't believe I'm dreaming again! I love it!

I'm in some weird school place... almost like an abbey. The walls are made of rotted wood, and the floor is cold gray slate. The piping is filled with blood. I have to fix a leak. Blood is pouring onto my head, as I struggle beneath the pipe. Dripping off of the tips of my hair, snaking its way to the floor. Below the pipe is a staircase. I can't fix it, and its spewing blood everywhere. It pools on the floor, it's level rising steadily. Surprisingly it doesn’t fill the staircase. I walk down the stairs to escape the overflowing room. At the end of the steps sits a small door. It's a vibrant red and gilded with gold. It looks similar to the one is Alice in Wonderland. I push it open and see a room, with low ceilings and never ending darkness. I squeeze through the door, and crawl. I end up in a store, like one of those huge discount places. I'm walking through an isle of costumes. Hats, crowns, wigs, skirts, and ballet slippers cover the floor. I walk through as fast as I can, and end up at a makeup counter. There is a wall of lip gloss, and I examine them. My mom is in the store also, and she as if I want my allowance or not. I say yes, and pocket the money. I pick up a tube of gloss, and look at the price tag. $49.99. Above the rows of identical tubes, a sign proudly displays "discounted name brands". I put it back, and pick up another tube. It fits my price range. I wander off into another isle, and find my self looking for eye shadow. Me, who hardly ever wears makeup, is looking for eye shadow. I find some black and blues, and head off to the cash register. Its taking too long, so I drop my supplies and head off to a towering enclosure made of bookcases, each as tall as a skyscraper. Some how I end up at the very top of them, browsing the selves. I'm standing on one of those platforms painters use. I look down, and it looks as if I'm looking down into a rainforest. Vines and exotic flowers cover everything. I’m suddenly sad. There are so many wonderful books down their. Precious gems. I start climbing down, the book cases sway. After a very long time, my feet reach the bottom, it's covered with hardpacked dirt. Stones peirce my feet. I feel as if I've wandered underground, but the truth is, this is the ground, I just wasn’t on it. I'm looking at books, they have beautiful titles with winding script. I feel happy. I see a librarian. She’s struggling through thick vines. She looks surprised to see me, almost impressed. Somehow, I feel as though I'm passing on my thoughts to her. I think this section of the book shelf should be open again, reachable, and she agrees. Wake up.

Johnny Depp & Tim Burton

Rosie and I have come to the conclusion that Johnny Depp and Tim Burton must be sleeping together. I mean, Johnny Depp is in a ton of his movies. How else would that happen? :)



ACK! I'm in the last minuet rush to get all of my late-christmas presents finished. I've kind of neglected getting together with my friends for christmas... hope they don't mind...

Oi- for all you Paul Cuffians out there reading this, your all coming iceskating, right? Moday, 10:00.

Nothing left to write... c ya

My weird dreams

I am having the weirdest dreams ever... the last two I had took place in school:

1. I'm in school, taking my classes as usual, but everyone seems to know me and wants to say hi. I realize that I left my army jacket in my last class along with some of my notebooks. I go look for my jacket, walking into some classes, and find it in an unidentifiable heap. I take it and realize that I missed the bell 20 minuets ago. I take the nearest staircase up towards the third floor, where my science class is located. On the staircase, there are tendrils of seaweed hanging in the gap between the stairs, dangling off of the ceiling. I touch some of them and then have a vision of the most beautiful seascape I have ever seen, except for the fact that it's badly polluted. The water on the farthest side seems to have turned black and somewhat sludgy. It looks like the canals in Holland, except wider, less even, and with more waves. All of a sudden I feel like I'm going to cry, and tear my hair out. I take a few steps towards the water on the grassy bank, and try to step in the water. But before my foot falls, I'm back in the staircase, and I seem to have lost all of my clothes, but I don’t realize it. I keep walking towards my science class and realize I'm naked. I try to cover myself and keep heading towards my class. I look at my hands and see that I have found a gray blanket. I cover myself with this and enter the hallway where my class is located. I don’t remember passing a class full of Goth kids lined up against the hallway, but I end up standing next to them. The guy I’m standing next has seemed to have unhinged his one of his lip piercings with his tongue, though I don’t see it. It falls to the floor. I automatically bend to pick it up, unintentionally exposing my self as I do. He laughs, staring cruelly. I stare at some of the other people in the line, trying to see if they noticed. One guy with a glass eye/eye patch at the end of the line stares at my face sadly. I find this strange, since I once was in love with a guy who had a glass eye, also… A teacher calls the group of goths back into the classroom. I’m left in the hallway. One teacher steps out of my science class. She is new here, and seems to be around 20 years old. She offers me some clothes from her locker. While I’m changing, my other teacher walks into the hallway and says he wants to speak to me, but I tell him after I’ve changed. Wake up.
2. I'm in school, in an auditorium that looks like a courtroom. It's enormous, with rows upon rows of seats, some on elevated stairs, but it looks small. We are all in formal dress, and I'm wearing a lavender ball gown. I hear myself saying somthing about a practise. I have trouble finding my class, so a group of people offer me a seat. I'm sitting next to a guy, and we are all holding tickets that look like movie ticket stubs. The principle is wearing a white wig, and he calls a class down to a large open space in the middle of the auditorium. He throws a thousand similar tickets on to the floor, and tells them all to find a matching ticket to their own. This act seems to hold a great importance, like if they didnt do it, they would be exicuted. The guy next to me says something like, "this is cruel". The class is pecking at the tickets like a group of chickens, picking up tickets in hope of finding a match. The event seems to be timed. Dissmisal. I end up on a school bus, next to some of my friends. One of them seems to be hitting on me. I get off the bus, and end up with another group of people. We are walking along a bricked edge, a few feet below us lies thrashing water. Some how one of the boys in the group ends up in the water. We panic, debating on what to do. It is taking too long, and the boy is struggleing. The group is overtaken by their own fright, ignoring the boy in the water. I dive in and try to help him, trying to pull him against the wall of stone. My feet are scraping rocks. We try to climb out, but the wall is too steep, and we are swept away by the current. Wake up.

Leave an opinion

...girl gets beaten to death for falling in love and being accused of losing her virginity outside of marriage... she was a virgin, but even if she wasn't, i think it was still wrong to be sentenced to death...

Read the article. maybe watch the video. comment. leave an opinion. i hope you guys are as saddened by it as i am.


Sorry for such a bogus post. I'm not exactly in a mood to write, only to inform.


*forgot to add: the next week I start school my friend and I are vowing to silence for a week. Pretty much for no particular reason... or for a really big one I just can't exactly put in words. Whatever.

Just wondering- from my previous writing, how old do you guys think I am?

My Fears

This post will be dedicated to my fears. Ok, so I get the impression that people get the impression that I'm not afraid of anything. That's good for me, I suppose... but since you're all oh-so-cluless, I've decided to fill you in.

1. Walking up stairs (you can see out of the corner of your eye shadows and people creeping up behind you)
2. Still water (like in a bathtub or a lake, not in a shower)
3. Eggplants (Courage the Cowardly Dog)
4. Microorganisms (dust mites, for instance)
5. Getting overweight
6. Being exposed
7. Not being covered from the dark (but not the dark, and not dark outside)

Eh, thats all I got. I have to go get dressed for the family outing...

Feel the Wrath of My Emoness-ness

I've decided that in this post I'm going to complain about my life, k?

I'm fucking sick. I feel like crying all the time. My parents are jerks. I screwed up school the last quarter and a half. I'm probably going to die early with my unknown blood disease or whatever. I keep wanting to cut my self again. School rocks too much. I have some stupid-ass crush on some kid I don't know that won't go away. People are swarming me at school. I just missed one of my best friends birthday party. I'm writing about this shit in a blog.

Ok, if you are reading this, I'm highly surprised. This blog is like a dairy for me. It doesn't get lost or destroyed, cause it's everywhere. That's partly why started it. The point of that rant was not for you to feel bad for me, because I know know one is going to read this, anyway. The point of that was to write down what I feel at the moment. Don't take it all that seriously.

Modeling?

I think I'm going to sign up with a modeling agency... people keep telling me I should model, and it seems like easy money...

OK, yeah, I know, modeling is for lifeless plastic people, but imagine modeling for a career, and making it big- beats teacher or doctor any day for me.

Nothing much today... the best thing that's happened to me is my dad chucking a fork at my shoulder blade. Oh, and some friends of mine are bringing vodka for tomorrow... their thinking of mixing it with Vitamin water- easy drinks in school. The best they can come up with so far is getting high off sharpies, which doesnt exactly work well by the way. Pfft.

Eek! Tomorrow is flower day at my school! That's when they sell carnations in the cafeteria at lunch and breakfast. Cant wait. *gags*

My Joints

So apparently I'm not normal (it's been semi-confirmed). Take that, Asshole Gym Teacher and/or other figures of authority! As most of you know, I have joint problems (that's right, bitches, I smoke way too much...). This means I can't walk down a flight of stairs with out my knees and ankles feeling like crap. It's not just those, though. It's everything- knees, ankles, shoulders, jaw, back, fingers, elbows, hips, wrists, etc... I feel like such a loser.

My doctor thinks I've been bullshitting about it for a couple years, so he tries to let himself off the hook by feeding me a bottle of ibuprofen. Yay for drugs.

My docter is really quite an idiot, actually. This other time he tried to blame my joints for being weird on my platelets. He gave this visual demonstration on how platelets were like "overlapping plates," the dumb ass. Platelets, for all you smart people out there, are actually blood cells. They help blood clot. Whoo hoo. It's kind of sad when you know that and your doctor doesn't.

The docter we saw today was like, thats so not normal for your age (YOUR GONNA DIE!). Makes me want to laugh or something...

So now we are getting somewhere. We went to see some other dudes in lab coats, and now I'm going to have to have a ton of blood work done and other things that have names far too fancy for my brain to handle. I've already been tested for lime disease and been x-rayed a year or so ago- that sucked mega. Can't wait for a few more rounds of that.

Sorry, I must sound like such a wimp right now. I just feel kind of crappy. Oh well!

*flash back of the day: Brothers ask why I'm going to some joint doctor guy again: "I'm going to die. They're are going to put me down. Harry, here. You can have my bracelet. Luca- take my left shoe. I'm sure I won't need it anymore. (good times...)

Some Party and Thanksgiving

Life is so incredibly weird right now. I'm too lazy to write more about it though, so I shouldn't have even put that down...

Thanksgiving sucks. My whole family pretty much (discreetly) hates each other. Most of the time we just watch tv. I played cards with two of my older cousins, though. Their pretty cool...
Its funny- they both think I look like a super model on drugs, because of all the black stuff I wear on my eyes.

Went to a pretty cool party on Saturday, one of my friend's from school. During some point I mentioned that you can smoke cinnamon, so we all ran out side (which is like below 30 degrees) coatless down the street to go buy some. They didn't have any, so we ran a couple of blocks over to another store. Same problem... oh well. There was this gross security guard who kept hitting on all of us- he was like 40 or something. He seemed especially concerned about me going out side with out a jacket. Whatever.... psycho perv. *flashback* :) We were dancing to Jeffree Star with out bras over our shirts stuffed with tissue paper- that made pretty funny pictures... they are floating around on myspace somewhere...

Whatever... I don't feel like writing more, so of I go-go

I might not be on for a while- parental units have decided to take utter control of all electronics. Apparently my small child brain is already too much influenced by the Internet. Like I don't see enough porn at school! Jeez!

*cough cough. I wasn't looking up porn, mind you. It was one of those pop-up things that are marked "click here for music vids" or whatever. Luckily, one of my parents was on one of the compters right next to me...

Spaztastic

Holy shit! I just found out that the band members of Triangle Forest are regular customers at our liquor store, and I just met 'em! Scusies, I just had two or three red bulls in under an hour...So are the White Mice. Probably some other ones I don't know of, too, because there are a ton of bands here...

Woo... I can breathe again. Just had to make you jealous for a sec :)


Um, nothing that interesting going on today. Except that I probably made a total fool of myself (discreetly). I was having lunch in our usual spot (one of the unused class rooms for that period) with some of my friends. They were talking about this guy I was sort of interested in. Some how they figured that out. And I unknowingly confirmed it by laughing uncontrollably. Sighs. I'm such an idiot. Later I looked back in the hallway and I locked eyes with him for a sec. I didn’t know he was there, but I had some psycho feeling someone was staring at me. His facial expression was different. And he was staring at me. Fuck, I hope they didn’t tell him. One of the guys I was eating lunch with was practically his best friend. And, um, my best friend had before reported some of the staring, so maybe it wasn’t because of this... Whatever- I'll try not to sound so self-conscious and girly anymore.

Ok, let me get one thing straight. Not all of my entries are so... cliché. So don’t turn away just because of this one...


Kumbaya, kitties. Peace.

My Blackmailed Years of Pretense

I seriously have to get this off my chest, as well a spread the fact that most teachers are blackmailing bastards. I was blackmailed. For two years. Yeah. (That sounds so serious, I love it... but still, I was blackmailed.)


So, here it is:


There was this girl in my old school who had ADHD (I have absolutely nothing against that, by the way. I have many other friends who have it, too. I just had something against this girl). She was a total loony, a stalker, and many other words I wish to use, but won't, because I'm too lazy to write them down. But the worst thing about her was that she was over protected, by everyone in authority that got paid. Aside from her own mind, this kept her in a state of oblivion. She knew nothing about the hate that surrounded her, the people that disliked her so much. Because of this over protection, she had no notion that she had to develop. No notion, that she, aside from her ADHD, was not normal. As much as I hate to use that word, I think it fits quite well. She was still in her 7 year old state at 13.


Anyway, the point of this is not (mainly) to rant on about how horrible this girl was, but to rant on about how horrible and closed minded some adults can be. So I'll continue now...


Sometimes we had run-ins with each other in the bathroom, the hallways... I always said hi, or smiled, because that’s what you do in a small school. But one day she decided to attach herself to me. At first I had no problem with this; I thought it was semi-normal and that she wanted to become friends. But she went too far, to the near point of stalking me. I wanted to break the relationship that I had with her and decided to confide in a friend. We discussed "safe" ways to break it to her. One night, she got sick of me not doing anything (due to my lack of backbone at the time), so she phoned this girl herself and told her it was me, and that I wanted to speak with her tomorrow. She pretty good at duplicating my voice, I'll have you know. Naturally, the next day my personal stalker came up to me waiting for the schedulald dialogue. Of course I had not a clue in hell what she was talking about. About an hour later I got called into the guidance office, where I'd usually crash at for lunch time- just because the cafeteria sucks and that’s where some of my friends ate. The guidance counselor asked me about the phone call, which later my close friend choose to tell me about the existence of. Of course I was furious that my friend did that, and the situation was still a bit vague to me. So I got a couple of details wrong. Bam. Busted. I tried to lie and fix things, but they were still uncertain about what happened. So I pulled the whole thing on myself, trying to cover up for my friend and I at the same time. This worked, since they all appreciate honesty. If I hadn’t of done that, we would have both been suspended or something of the like, my friend and I. So after an hour long rant from the teachers about how wrong it was to take advantage of this poor mental girl (WTF, MATE?!) and a couple of yell sessions, we were free. Sort of. My friend was still in a bit of trouble for making the phone call. No more lunch with us for a month or two. What absolute bull. We got in trouble for some out of school activity, and for not wanting to be friends with this girl. There was nothing wrong with what we did, at all. They can't make us be friends with some one, or control our out of school lives. But at this school, they tried to. I was blackmailed into being her friend for two years. Even out side of school. One decline to a play-date or sleepover and I was dead. I would have been suspended or expelled if I didn’t plaster a smile on my face and parade the halls with the girl. Doing this also ruined my current friendships at the time. No one wanted to hang with me when this girl was around, which was most of the time.

I felt bad for her, that she was so over protected, because it didn't do her any good- unlike what her set of six parents and the school thought. I feel bad when this happens to people. It's a waste of effort, and you make things worse. And ruin other peoples lives while doing it.

Sighs. I'm done. Amazing how fucking idiotic adults can be, huh? Excuse me if you are one, but you do know what I'm talking about. If not you, someone you know. Or someone you know who knows someone. Think about it. (Laughing my ass off)

That was fun. I got to vent and practice my writing. Whatever... I'm going now. Bye.

Casey

And just so you know, that was a completely true story, no exaggerations at all. Ask any of my buddies.

Odd

I noticed that people are astounded when they realize someone they know made something beautiful- like a painting or a drawing. When a person realizes what they are looking at is made by the person they are talking to, they go, "Really? You made that? It's amazing." Like, we look at a mug and think, "Yeah. Its a mug. So what?" But if a person you knew made that mug, it would change everything, "Holy Shit! You made that?" There is beautiful stuff all around us, but it's so rare that we know who made it that way. Or even realize that its beautiful. Sometimes we see what is beautiful by relating it to ourselves, or people we know. But what is beautiful?

I know, You behind the screen- "Oh, GAG. What is this girl thinking?" Well, yeah. But I need some way of keeping my thoughts in track.

I think I'm going veggie. I can't stand the thought of biting into a piece of dead flesh, webbed veins breaking apart, blood seeping out of steak, the abuse.... I'm fine with blood and gore (I admit it's perfectl entertaining), but I think it's cruel just to eat another living think that thinks as we do- to think ourselves superior. But someone’s gotta be in charge, huh? Whatevs.

Which brings me to the topic of anarchy and tyranny! I'm all for anarchy, but it wouldn’t work at all. Imagine... peace... no one in anyone's business... then some motha-fucka with a machine gun stomps in and wants to take everyone over. It would just be this never ending war, and someone would always want to lead or own- it's our nature. I think a good government should be between tyranny and anarchy- not to much control, but enough to keep that motha-fucka with the machine gun in line, to prevent warfare amongst our people. Yeah, yeah, I know, Government sucks, but imagine we lived with out it. It would be total chaos.

Which would you be more afraid of, by the way? Just wondering. I think I would be more afraid of anarchy, because then I wouldn’t know where anything is coming from- attacks, blah blah blah... Tyranny would be from one side, more predictable.

Much randomness...

...and this is Kelly (Casey) signing off!

arrivederci



Note to self: Sleepy Hollow? Ignore, all.

Pervy Mark

Ok- there is this total perv in my art class. I'm forced to sit next to him every Thursday and Friday. Joy. So yesterday I sat at my friends table cause we had a sub. She was wondering if he had ADHD- so I walked up to him and asked. Of course the dumbass didn’t know what it meant. After class he came up to us and was like, "What the hell is ADHD?" I told him it’s when you have an erection that lasts over four hours. You should have seen his face!! It was a mix of awe, wonder, disgust, and sorrow- sorrow that he didn’t have this so called "ADHD". Of course, he made this big scene in the hallway for everyone to hear, but that, clearly, was the joy of it. Later I told him what ADHD really was- attention deficit hyperactivity disorder :)

Nothing much happening in school- well, except that I'm behind three reports and I'm pretty much failing math... I have to maintain a B- average in this program.... I got a D+ in math because my idiotic, ditsy, horrible-taste-in-fashion teacher didn’t tell the class about like the first five homework assignments. I’m not exaggerating. Plus the math level in this school is higher than my old one I guess- I’m kind of clueless about the stuff they learned last year... so that makes it a bit harder... eh- maybe I’m just a wimp.

I was just wondering why I made my blog pink. I mean, I'm ok with pink, but I won't wear it and it is certaintly not my favorite color. Why wont I wear it, you ask? Cause it so frigging stereotypical for girls to wear pink. I hate it when it makes guys think they can walk all over you or makes them think they're better. By the way, does pink really turn you on that much? Whatever, I'm not a guy, so I won't comment on it.

My cousin came over today and she thought I dressed like Janis from Mean Girls. My outfit was randomly thrown together and swept of my floor today- so... yeah. Ugh- I'm going to stop thinking about my clothing, its making me vain.

I want some freaking body mods now!! We're talking tattoos, piercings, scarifications... I just WANT them. Partly to piss people off, but mostly cause I already have in mind what I want done- and I have to wait what seems like forever till I can get them done. Heres a list of what I want:

-Corset piercings (I probably wont get them done, but I think they look awesome)
-My ears completely pierced- at least 5 piercings (a row of them on my lobe, a conch, multiple helixes, a daith, a rook, an industrial...)
-Scarification done on the lower left part of my rib cage- a couple of roses sweeping from below my armpit to below my breast
-A tree (leafless, and with it's roots) starting at my lower back and ending at my shoulders, with lots of branches

-Maybe really small plugs- I hate the big ones

Maybe I'm totally vain, but I'm obsessed with body mods. I don't know why. Ever since I've studied the Mayan religion and culture, I got crazy over them. It gets my parents pissed because they think its retarded, and they seem to relate everything I do to them- rubbing skin off with erasers (totally random, and not my dumb idea, by the way- it was Taylor's, and we were bored in art...), my crazy hairstyles and clothing, schoolwork... the list goes on.

Stuff

I went skateboarding for hours today- it felt good to actually exercise. The ramps/etc were totally crowded... couldn't use them... so I wave boarded instead. Its really cool, its this board with only two wheels, and they swivel. You have to move your hips to control it. Its hard, but tons of fun.
Hmm... i have like nothing to write about... Detentions? I got my first one yesterday (my first because my old school didn't have them). For "vandalism". My friend and I were picking at the already picked at and peeling paint on a table. :P Well...


I seem to be making a ton of friends at my new school. I eat lunch in the library every day with my new friends Zoe and Amy (cafeteria phobia). The only thing that's kind of annoying though is that Amy always feels the need to report to me who likes me. Ive counted about 16 so far. X/

Bye bye....

Mohawk

I gave my brother a mohawk! I did the entire thing with sissors because we didnt have a buzzer. So now he has pretty awkward sides... very patchy. He went to his friend's dad's barber salon so he could buzz it and make them (semi) smooth... had to buzz 'em again later anyways when we found the buzzer. XD


(as you can see I am so bored that I feel the need to talk about someones hair...)

Brunch and dizzisodes

I can just imagine fighting with my little brother when he gets older... something along the lines of this:

"You frigging mustard head!"

"Why you little relish head!"

"Damn it, you random condiment head!"

Vaguely similar to the present... Ugh- I went to breakfast my parents today to some fancy little cafe/ restaurant thing. A couple years ago, we would be talking about school, my sports and art, future plans, etc... Now, all they could talk about was the liquor store. Stock, customers, pricing, wine tastings! It seems that’s all they talk about now, and they are certainly crabbier than they were a couple years ago. I can't imagine how pleasant they must have been before they had kids. Whew!

I seem to be getting dizzier and dizzier every week; it has seriously come to be annoying. Every time I stand up I almost faint. How the hell am I supposed to participate in gym with my joints and dizzisodes? I don’t want to seem like one of those barbies who can't participate in volley ball because they don’t want to chip a nail (which, by the way, can be extremely aggravating if you actually have nails, cough cough), or like I am anorexic or something (believe me, I probably eat more than I should). I hate when people think that. I would give anything to play sports like a normal person, but I can't, so I'm, screwed. People don't get that.

Hmmm... Smoking Cinnamon?

I probably just did the dumbest thing ever. My brother told me that some people smoke cinnamon for fresh breath, and I was like, wtf? So my little brother and I were smoking cinnamon sticks... and now my breath smells like cinnamon. Just wondering anyone, is that healthy? If you have a reply, please leave it in the comments for this post. Thnx...

Weirdness, love, and half baked suger cookies

Why does everyone think that if you think someone’s cute or attractive or whatever that your in love with them? Bull. I think plenty of people are attractive; that doesn't mean I'm in love with them... whatever- school sucks. I don’t think I would go if it wasn’t required to get a job. Sometimes you learn all this useless stuff like... how cod affected America, or how to... well, you know the rest. I think we should learn about different jobs early, and maybe get to experience them and try out new ones, and then study on your chosen job.

I was thinking about the way I used to act when I switched to my old school. I thought it was incredibly fun to act like someone else. Not a specific "someone else", but to pick a new personality and to act on it. I kind of realized I was doing that so no one knew the real me, so no one could get to know me better... but then I started loosing touch with my old friends rapidly from lack of communication, and I was left with no one. I don't get why I kept pushing myself to be someone else... but I did, and it ruined my rep, and the people I wanted to be friends with. I have these weird, deep-in-thought periods when I'm supposed to be doing home work on the computer... :)

I made sugar cookies yesterday and forgot to refrigerate the dough. They made everyone sick XD

Everything seems to be turning out half-raw these days


(oh the motherfuckin' DRAMA! Please, im just experimenting with writing here...)

Gaterade Shots

Hehe- yesterday a friend and I where out on the porch drinking gaterade out of shot glasses. It was so incredibly funny; we kept spitting it everywhere because we couldnt stop laughing. We were dancing in the street barefoot trying to shoot each other with a Nurf gun with a key chain for amo... much randomness. Um... I might take belly dancing...

Bearded Dragon

Kick ass- I just got bearded dragon out of now where. My dads friends neighbor couldn’t take care of it any more, so... it got dumped on me (laughs)! My little brothers are so incredibly jealous, but they are rather horrible with pets... Well... I had to go pick up crickets for it, and we have this cool container for them. It's a plastic box with four tubes resting on the edges, covered at the tops. The crickets climb up the tubes, and when you need to feed your lizard, you slide a tube out and off it goes into the tank. Why I am telling you about my new pet? I'm not sure, but it is something to put in my "blog".
One of my friends (justalifeofrosita.blogspot) is over, and we are trying to perfect our blogs... quite a lot of mishaps have been going on with her backgrounds, but it looks pretty cool now.
I have pretty much nothing to write now, so off I go-o...

Mini Oreos

Ok- so whats the deal with mini Oreos? They cost more than the regular ones, and, (of course) they're smaller. Wouldnt you just want to stuff your face with a normal sized oreo that cost less and taste better? Whatever.

Sorry, had to get that out of the way.

Well, I have to go be forced to eat a canoli now, so I'll hopefully get to work on this later...