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/

Who Knows What Narcissism Means?

   Who knows what narcissism means? After you see the broadcast Thursday, look it up. Wicked people diss other people without them knowing. Am I wicked? Yes.

   So apparently now I am being dragged to Vegas... to see Macho at his part time job. Bud got jealous and so did my buddy's boyfriend... so they now are trying to be cool by taking an ALL GUY trip to Vegas... um? I am highly concerned to find out that a whole bunch of guys sit on another guy on a couch every morning. Sadly, these are the kind of people I always wind up meeting. Why can't I meet more sane friends?

   Speaking of sane, A Dub is not. Her blog frightens me deeply. Who can have thoughts that random? I mean, yes, I am very random. Not quite to that level though. Where did I learn, you ask? Well from her of course. A Dub used to corner me in bathrooms in 1st grade and bully me! I believe I have the right to be slightly messed up. I found myself thrown in her presence once again 3 years later. Next thing I know, we are best friends! I look back at this rocky past and am frightened. Then I look at my future...

   I had a flip out this morning. My clock said 7:55 and I thought I would be horribly late for school. Guess what? There's a little thing called daylight savings time! It messes up your life by randomly taking sleep from you or throwing some in then screwing up your clock!

   I am PUMPED for tomorrow! Hobo and I are trip buddies! We are going on an adventure to the library! Yes this may sound boring but do you know how many places there are to hide? Yeah. Now you're thinking. So last year I hung out with some strange kids. (Including Hobo and A Dub) These kids chucked their library cards at us and one hit right between my face and Hobo's face! So there was this guy there, Carolina, and he now has abandoned me in my time of need. What am I supposed to do at the library without his antics? Carolina, if you're reading, yes I miss you.

Going Places

   So I got the sudden craving for a taco. I told my boyfriend (let's call him Bud, short for Bud Light, because he smells like alcohol.) that I wanted to hop the border on over to Mexico for a taco. He told me just to go to a resturant. How is it that people don't want to go on an adventure? I mean isn't that what our country was founded on? A Dub supported me at least. I told Bud that when I decide to go for Italy for pasta he can not come. Now he regrets what he said. Oh and Macho and I are going to Ireland. At least I have two friends who support my adventurous spirit. Thanks a lot Bud.

Hobo Made Me Do It

   My dear friend, nicknamed Hobo, persuaded me to write a post involving her... what a loser. So I saw her last night, flirting with all of these different men in front of lots and lots of people! Wow Hobo! Happy I wrote this yet? Hobo is my trip buddy for our fieldtrip this week. The fun part is, we will see real hoboes on the trip! (Though Hobo is pretty good at what she does...) A Dub is going on the fieldtrip too. That frightens me a little because it's a large place and she could kill me for all the dissing I am doing of her blog... Hobo protect me. So Hobo, you did pretty amazing last night, even if you were hanging on all those guys. Oh and your younger siblings were sitting behind me watching. Disgusting.What a great influence. Now we know what kind of kis they will grow up to be, all thanks to you. Well Hobo, you have bored me now. Nothing more to write. Hope you're happy.

   So enough dissing. I love Hobo. She is my favorite person and offers me an unending world of entertainment. I yell at people who pick on her, because only I can do that. She is amazing at everything and is a mega-hottie. There is no one cooler than her. She is like a goddess.

This Is Not Just a Publicity Stunt

Hello. Welcome to the anti-pickle juice blog. It will mainly diss A Dubs blog http://wapopjuice.blogspot.com/ check it out... better yet... don't. It brings me pain to see online the dirty thought that girl thinks. And that poor L.G. must suffer immensely everyday. To you my sympathy L.G. So as you may have guessed, I am A Dub's best friend, and vice versa. She calls me K Dawg. While she rambles about buying wine at quiktrip, you might read more intelligent things from me. Anyways, let the blog wars begin.