Goblet

Did you know a baby turkey is called a goblet? You didn't? That's because it's not... but it should be! Don't you think? Anyways, today is turkey day and I would like to wish everyone a Happy Thanksgiving! I am thankful for my family and friends. I am thankful for Bud. Also, I am thankful for all of you who read my blog. It's such a waste of time that I am amazed you're still reading... Have a good day with your family and give thanks today! And enjoy the rest of break!

8th Graders...

   So I always said I would never make friends with the class below us... thanks to my friends, I have failed. I seem to be spending more and more time with these young children, and honestly, it's making me crazy. Not in a bad way... they're just crazy kids... For example: I had a very long conversation with one (N.P. until a nickname can be found) about Kentucky Fried Humans. That's right. This twisted kid was telling me all about how at lunch we really eat other kids, and how white girls have the best breading. This same kid tries to hug my boyfriend daily then gets upset when he won't let him. These kids are messed up. I would like to thank Hobo for introducing me to the odd children. We spend too much time with them or writing them notes... Today a camera tripod was used to attack me (N.P.) after a psychotic rampage while filming a broadcasting thing. I haven't lauged so hard in a very long time. Sadly, these kids have become my friends. Oh well.

   I love you Hobo! Not sure if I love the fact that now I have to fight for your love though. Dang.

   Oh and I enjoy being hott on Tuesdays with L.P.

Cougar... And Not The Old Lady Kind

   So me and L.G. were at the lake for the annual Chili Cook off. We were away from all of the other people down at a swing set. So we're sitting there talking and swinging and then we freeze. We hear heavy approaching footsteps in the woods behind us. Thought 1: A man was coming for us. Thought 2: We were going to get eaten by something. I just start running. I knew L.G. was behind me because she was screaming. Everyone asked us what was wrong and pretty much thought we were idiots. My daddy proceeded to say a cougar had been spotted in the area and that could have been it. We about fainted. There is no telling what was coming through the woods this evening. We almost died though.

YOURMOM.COM

   So I think pickles are disgusting. A Dub loves pickles. Therefore, I think A Dub is disgusting. (math property!) So I decided to be anti-A Dub. I will no longer have anything about pickle juice in my title. I have renamed this blog: YOURMOM.COM. This has been inspired by my dear friend and partner Fergie, and her countless your mom jokes each day. This has become a very common phrase in our society... I really have no reason besides A Dub's blog bores me and it sounds cool. Enjoy.

Dont Hit Strangers With Berries...

   Some of my buddies and I walked to the square after school! Bud, Macho, my buddy, and her boyfriend were included in this group. Peter Pan joined us later. So there was this kid trying to hit us with a tree, then one of the guys started yelling at him. He proceeded to throw berries at us. Then that guy ran and threw berries at him. The kid then started pushing and hitting the guy! We all crossed the street and our friend with the black belt escorted him until the kid got distracted by a fire hydrant. Moral: Don't throw berries at strange kids!

   We got smoothies afterwards. The guys like to pick on me. There were napkin wars and a head band that was snapped at everyone... Guys are weird.

   Oh and did I mention that it's pretty awesome when a guy puts his arm around you?:) I think I proved to Bud that adventure is possible anywhere.

Adventure to Hobo Land

   So today our cool little nerd class took a fieltrip to the library for national history day... sounds boring right? WRONG. My day was full of many events that were far from boring. First we had to guard a terrible note with our lives, which we failed to do. Oh, and aside from A Dub petting my face, there was quite a bit of fun involved. Mission: "study" without having a teacher watching you. Hobo was my trip partner. So we accomplish what we went there to do in like 20 minutes. We had an entire day left. We decide to revisit the favorite spot of last year, and guess who comes to watch us? A teacher. Now that was out of the question and we went off to explore! Now in a 6 floor library there is a lot of exploring to do. Out of sight of teachers of course. We explored the vault, hid, looked at rooftop chess (not allowed to play...), rode the elevators, hid some more, found the cow, socialized with kids from our school and the other, and hid some more! After a lunch at the food court (my friends made that a lunch to remember) we came back. Hobo and I couldn't find anyone! I'm pretty sure that's when the planned game of hide and seek was going on. It was also fantastic that the teachers decided to be busy. We found our corner and "studied"/socialized. Ultimately, field trip = social hour.

   Meanwhile: Macho sat alone in algebra ALL ALONE because we left him. HA! Sorry Macho.

This Kid Has a Blog

So Carolina has a blog. I thought I would promote it a bit. It needs the help. It is kind of tanky because he only writes about people we do not know... Look at it if you feel like it, but it is not nearly as cool as mine or A Dub's. http://randomstoriez.blogspot.com/