Thursday, October 15, 2009

"Imma cut you up so bad that scrambled eggs will take one look at you and say, 'DAYUM!'"

Mood: Crampy. Irregular. Moody. Frustrated because my spell-checker keeps telling me that "Crampy" is not a word. Pshh you know that the creater of this Google Chrome spell-check was a guy. A girl would so be more considerate to add the word "crampy" to describe a person's mood as an adjective. Grr don't mess with me, I will snap at you like a snapping turtle at a zoo with an annoying little rugrat waving a lollipop in front of my snappingly snapping mouth. And don't dare tell me how random that was or how very moody I am, I'll run at you like a cheetah at...

Song(s) of the Day: Weightless by All Time Low and Fruit Machine by The Ting Tings

Quote(s) of the Day: Small banter from the musical that I really wanted to see, it's called Wicked-
[Alvy fantasizes being in love with the Wicked Queen from Snow White]
Wicked Queen: We never have any fun any more.
Alvy Singer: How can you say that?
Wicked Queen: Why not? You're always leaning on me to improve myself.
Alvy Singer: You're just upset. You must be getting your period.
Wicked Queen: I don't get a period. I'm a cartoon character.

Dear Diary, ((10:28 on Thursday night. Homecoming tomorrow. Am I going to homecoming? Did someone ask me? Maybe and no. Although an extremely geeky boy asked me out yesterday and I've been feeling depressed since then. Is that really all I can snag besides that stalker I have too? God, life is so unfair sometimes! The theme of our homecoming is RETRO. Um, woo-hoo, rah rah? No, sorry folks but since I quit the cheer squad I must say that I don't believe in fake rah rah anymore. My rahing days are over in my personal opinion. So, no date and lame theme. Am I going, I ask again? I have no idea. Should I? Just for the experience? I miss the people at my K-8 school so much right now. At least I could dance with them before! Now that I'm in the said "cool" crowd, everyone is boringly cool and just...not interesting. At least the "cool" crowd before was fun and loving and encouraging and...they were good dancers at least! I don't know about my new friends though.))
^ Oh tomorrow is also my friend FunnyChillGuy's (FCG's) 14th birthday! Originally we were going to have a bonfire tomorrow night...then we were going to go to a cool karaoke place for teens...then we cancelled that because he has some kind of mandatory study hall until 4:30 tomorrow and we just gave up on a party for him. And his present. He said that he liked Frosted Flakes and so me, EBFF and my new friend who's EBF's friend, bought FCG some Frosted Flakes for his birthday; it was only natural for us to haul ass over to the local Safeway to buy him that and wrap it up in some newspaper at my house later. We drew happy faces all over it and I found some red gift bag to stuff it in. Oh, and we also bought him a Winnie-the-Pooh balloon at Safeway while we were there since it was only 2.99 anyway. Note that I only have a quarter in my pocket left (excluding the 300 bucks I have left from working this summer!) and the Winnie-the-Pooh balloon
was a balloon of Pooh wearing a bat costume. I insisted that we should have written "Happy birthday! I hope you fly like Pooh this year!" Get it? POOH has a double meaning when you don't read to spelling of the word, but just how the word sounds when you say it. It's a pun and I found it HI-LAR-IOUS!
But they wouldn't let me put it on there, so there goes that, right?

The other day I was having a just-for-fun smack talk banter via texts with LightBright and he kept threatening to spank me (this eventually came to how dirty with both were. Me: not very. or at least I won't say it! LB: Hellaaaa.) while I threatened to cut him FASHO. ( Oh, but FASHO is in the word-check dictionary?? What's wrong with the world?)

Best fake smack-talk responses to use:
"Imma cut you up so much that scrambled eggs will look a you and say 'DAYUM!'"
"Okay fine; rock, paper, scissor! I WIN."


LOVE you!
-That Girl, Grring out of my freakin' mind!

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