Band Camp

So, I have made it through two whole days of band camp unscathed. (A record, I'm sure) It was a lot different than last year. Well, camp is the same, but it doesn't come with the feeling of complete bewilderment associated with being a freshmen. I got to see all of my friends again, which did wonders for riding me of my recent maudlin thoughts. No one has decided that I'm too annoying, sarcastic, dorky, or perverted to talk to. Forgive me if I'm not suprised. Most of my friends fall in one or more of those categories, and are not likely to leave me for such failings. :D Sorry my good friends. I'm tired, so let me get to the point. Band camp is fun most of the time and my friends are freakin' awesome. Now, I said that I would add something to about my views on things, and i'm tired.. so nothing too speech inspiring Let us contemplate the mystery of the pickle. Where did the pickle come from? and who would think to put something as alnd as a cucumber in a jar of viinegar and make it absolutely delicious. I think that the pickle is a direct result of a failed attemp at world domination. Yes, that's right my rapt audience ( ya'll had better be rapt.... grr..) The pickle was first invented by a communist Czechslavokian nun. ( Yes, this was a bit before that country split up) errr.. have to leave quickly before mom realizes I'm on so late... TBC

I found your blog inquisitive?

Okay, so about a month ago I get a comment saying that so and so finds my blog inquisitive, and would like me to visit his or her blog. I was just now browsing through several blogs and guess what. Mr. So and So finds just about everyones blog " inquisitive". :My heart is crushed. Who actually uses the word inquisitive anyway. ( No offense to those who actually use that word... a.k.a. absolutely no one.) I'm not really upset, but these findings beg the question " does he/she actually read the blogs that they post at?" . I think not my good people. If he does than I'm the peg legged aunt of the prime ministers secretary's brothers same sex partner. Which consequently I am not.

Wow.. I just read over my entire blog. I used to be so good at posting. I quit caring about this stupid blog a while back. Mostly because I was afraid someone would read it and think it was stupid and later taunt me about it while I was at school.... but since I haven't updated in forever I imagine they ( all my friends) have all forgotten about this site and me. Ues, that's right faithful readers ( me) , my once stalwart companions I hardly ever speak to anymore. Thomas and Matthew are a thing of the past. How strange to be writing that. It seems so long ago that they were my friends and life wasn't a hormone laced pool of angst. I have also Fallen out with Meaghan and my boyfriend broke up with me.

So, to start posting on this again I'm going to make a rule. Since anyone reading this doesn't know any of my friends personally, I'm going to refer to them by alias's or the first letter of their names from now on. Right after this next bit. :D

Okay, for all of you curios as to where my Thomas and Matthew friendship went.... Let me fill you in.

Matthew: I still speak to him, but not that often. We have absolutely nothing in common and I have a horrible feeling that we both get on each others nerves. Nothing big really... Just highschool came and we met new people and made other friends.

Thomas: Different matter entirely. I never speak to him and haven't for close to a year now. Miss him a lot, much more than I would ever openly admit to anyone asking. Not for sure why he quit talking to me, but let me mention it wasn't a " We just don't see each other any more" thing. It was a delibrate " I'm not talking to you" thing. There has been much speculating as to the cause for his reluctance to talk to me ( done by me of course) , but no definite conclusion.

Alright, This post was mostly for me. I'll try to be more forth coming with interesting things later. My opinions on world leaders, terroist attacks, cafeteria food, and maybe even cell phones that cause your brain to become a mash patatoe like mush...

Tootles! .... So many people to avoid , so littly hallway.

Progressively Peachy?

Well, isn't life getting progressively peachier. Just a month ago I was wishing for school to start again and here I am dreading band camp. I feel liking being thoroughly disagreeable, but that wouldn't be pleasant for anyone... Sooo... If anyone is reading this that I dislike than let is be known that I say to you " I hope you live a very long, miserable, life married to a retired nazi who looks like a baboon." If I don't dislike you then feel free to look over this post... and forgive me for being disagreeable. However you spell that.

Coffee and Funyons

So I was just sitting in my room and I had a thought.....What if i lived in a house made of peaches... Wouldn' that be awsome?! Then right after that I thought that maybe I should let people know that summer is as boring as hell . And I imagine after a couple days of burning , hell is pretty boring. Then again I may be wrong. I don't have any personal experience in the matter.... Have you ever really noticed that when you are given time to think about things you keep thinking aout them until you are drivn to insanity? There should never be a time when you have nothing to do for a period over three days. You think about one thing over and over trying to figure out how to fix it. You look at it from every angle and work through every senario and three pots of coffee and a bag of funyons later you realize something. No matter what you think about there is now way that you can go back into he past and cange anything so there is no point obcessing....which makes you deppressed and want more coffee.

Stalker's Shopping Mall

Well, I've not updaed in quite a while...... You know I think the whole Blogger thing is a bit creepy. You write stuff bout you and your life on a page and publish for anybody to see. It's like a stalker's shopping mall.Ah Well, I'm the only one who reads this anyhow.