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...