Dear Diary, er Blog, er uh wha....?

Have you ever noticed a blog is basicaly like your diary. You write down everything that happens durring your day or day's (if you don't update regularly). Which basicaly means your pouring all your secrets out onto a machien! On which everyone can read. It's sort of imbarrising if you think about it. I guess you have to be carefull what your write in you blog (coughdiarycough). It's odd.
Oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh guess what!! Tomorrow (November 1st) is the start of the NaNoWriMo compitition! For those of you who don't know NaNoWriMo stands for National Novel Writing Month. It's a compition were all through the month of November you write a novel to be submited by the end of the month (Midnight Nov. 30th), with 50,000 words. I have my story basicaly all planned out, just need an ending. Stupid ending!!! Oh the crazy thing about this compitition is that they don't actualy read your work (infact they almost request you code it so no one can steal you story), they just do a word count and give you your prize if you reach the 50,000 word mark. The prize is a certificat and a computer icon. And a story that you had to write without editing (which means after it's done, I'm going to do some basic editing send it to one of my wonderful friends {coughkaelicough} who is kind enough to do spelling editing, and then to another kind friend {coughstephcough} for structure editing and such. Of course thats if they agree.). And whatever you want to do with the story after that is up to you (see the reason for the passing of the story for editing is that i might {if it's good enough} get it published {or try to anyway}).
I have desided that planning class is terrible! The teacher talks in this phony french accent, doesn't really know what he's teaching (really we seam to know more then he does), and gets peoples names wrong! And he teachs in such a wierd way that it's impossible to understand. I think last years Bible teacher would be better suited to teach the class (at least he know what he was talking about, not to mention so easy to distract).
Well I'm getting off now so thank you for reading my diary (dairy?), er blog, er wha...? What was I talking about? Gee you just had to go and distract me didn't you? Oh well. I'm off.
Aurum

Guy's are just to flippen tall.

I've just started noticing that. All the guys in my school (or 99%) of them are giants. Last year most were the same height as one of my friends (they'd be midget's if they were my height), and now over the summer their tall. One guy is the same height as the lockers! I can't even touch the top of my locker, (unless I stand on the bottom of it and jump). And the stairs for most people it's a processes of using the rail for both balance and grip and force your legs to go two at a time, but not for this guy in my math class, he takes them as naturally as if it was one step! Now I'm sure all of my friend have already noticed this and are thinking "It's taken you this long to figure that out?" Well I don't usually pay attention to that kind of stuff.
Oh funny thing happened in english today. First the teacher made a big mistake and gave some of the boys toy swords (who really does that, gives toy weapons to immature teenage boys?), cause they were going to act out Act 3 Scene 1 in Romeo and Juliet, their were two people playing one character each. One saying it in Old English, and one saying it in normal english. So that took most of the class. That was fun, really. Then after that was over we were allowed to relax, but had to stay in our desks. Well next to my group of desks (two desk to a group 4-5 groups in a row) is the wall, (closer to the guy next to me), and on that wall was this huge BUG! One person had went "Hey look" so everyone looks, and their was a big "Oh gross" from the class, and all the girls in my row and the row next to mine, moved their chairs as far as we could without getting to far from our desks. One girl said to the guys in my row, "Well who's going to be the brave man and kill it." but no one wanted to because it was a stink bug (a BIG stink bug), so finally the smallest guy in our row, asks to borrow my chair, grabs some Kleenex and standing on the chair, grabs the bug (in the Kleenex), and tries to toss it out the window (without dropping the Kleenex). Amazingly the bug staid on the Kleenex and would not fall off no matter how hard the guy shook the Kleenex. Then the bug jumped or something onto his shirt, and he half screamed dropping the Kleenex (inside) and batting the bug off. This time using the Kleenex he dropped it in the trash can. It was a great way to end the day.

Aurum

Sudden Memories.

It's been strange lately. I've been having memory flash backs, of like everything. Like the other night, I had suddenly remembered about this time in fifth grade when the first Harry Potter came out, that me and my friends would pretend we were witches in Hogwarts, and we used those wax coverings on cheese to make a wax substance and say that we were going to use it on Malfoy to get rid of his hair, then erase his memory so we wouldn't get in trouble, I remember that, yet I can't remember for the life of me, who the girls I was with were.
Oh then the other day I was suddenly reminded of the stupidest thing that I don't even know why I even remember it. It was a long time ago (I don't even know how old I was), in Fort St. John (so I had to be under the age of nine), my mom had to go in the bank, and while she was their I sat in the truck, and I was imitating the walking light, seeing if I could get people to stop if I flashed my hand like the cross light, and this couple crossing the street, actualy saw me, but they thought I was waving at them.
Oh and today I was working in the church nursery (toddler room actualy) and I was reading some Jay Jay the Jet Plane books to this little boy, when I was suddenly reminded of a book series I read in the secound grade. I can't remember what it was called, or who the characters were, only that their was this boy, who was invisible, but it wasn't his fault, he had fallen into this water that turned him and the clothes he was wearing at the time invisible. His dog fell in too, except for the tale, so the all but the tale of the dog was invisble too. You could tell were the boy was when he wore diffrent clothes then the one that he was wearing when he fell in. I used to think they were so cool.
Anyway, I'm happy to report that I lived through my friends birthday party (I was thinking I might have experienced her wrath). The reason I say that is because I took her birthday gift, wrapped it in wrapping paper, then newspaper, and repeted for five times so their was about seven layers (4 wrapping paper 3 newspaper) then used lots of tape on the last layer, and tapped everything down on the card, so their was no way to get into the card. I lived, I'm happy, but then my friend is nice.
Well that's all for now,
Writers Block AKA Aurum

Teachers take all the fun out of long weekends.

Serously! They see a long weekend and their first thought is 'Oh how much homework can I give my students this time?' It's not fare! Just cause they still have to go to work (cause most long weekends teachers have to work), they won't let us relax eather. My english teacher is making us read Romeo and Juliet Act 2 Scene's 1 2 and 3, and then answer questions on it; my social studies teacher is making us write a 500 word essay on the pro's of confederation; and my math teacher is making us research an object and write a report on that, and I got landed with a deep fryer! Luckly the worst teacher I have, my planning teacher, just earned a better spot in my 'liking subjects' book by not giving us homework over the weekend. Now don't get me wrong, it's not like I don't like writing, or being on the computer (research) or reading (even Romeo and Juliet), but it's the fact that it's all on one weekend all due on Monday!
Though I might not be alive on Monday to hand it in. One of my friends (I'll give the people who know me a hint, her names begines with a K and ends an I) will probibly kill me for all the spelling mistakes in here alone (and I might kinda perpusly send her an e-mail full of wrongly spelt words). And my other friend (if she's want's to be mean enough, and again the clue G and E), well I can't say to much, she might read this and catch on to what I'm planning (don't worry no party crashes or anything. Just a little fun thing).
Oh and (G and E) I read that comment you posted a while back (like last blog or the one before that) about my kitty needed weight watchers! Pepper does not need weight watchers, she's just big boned and the rest is kitten fat. Really.
I wasn't very happy at one point today, I was watching a tv show (Creepy Canada) about all the ghosts stories in Canada (not all at once, three or four per eposode), and today it was three stories and two of them based in the states!
And their it is, my updated blog entry thing. And no new things to add to the list of rants, but if anyone ever wants to here/read on of my rants that was their, just ask and I'll post it.
Writers Block AKA Aurum.

Let it snow, let it snow, let it snow!

OK I changed my mind DON'T LET IT SNOW! But that's not what I'm talking about. My friends must think I'm crazy, talking about snow when we don't even have it as cold as ten degree's yet. To everyone else in the town I live in, were just starting our autum weather, the rain. But no me, oh no, I have to be diffrent. I went to put left over pizza in the fridge to see some white stuff in the back of the fridge, I called my dad over who told me that it was frost, I disagreed, I said it was ice. To prove I was right I reached out and touched it. Sure enough we were both wrong, it was snow, the wet not good for anything snow. Sticky snow's alright, but it wasn't sticky snow. AND THIS WAS IN MY FRIDGE! FRIDGE! That's just not natural!
And to the comment one of my friends made on my kitty, Pepper didn't 'splant' when she landed, she landed gracefully on the ground, on all four paws without so much as a sound (I'm sure the people who live beneth us would disagree). And to the rest of my friends who think it's amazing that she jumps onto the seating part of the couch without difficulty, I have to tell you she can also jump onto the back of the couch from the floor without difficulty. So HA!
And for a rant today I pick my lastest creation: the "Why are we taking God out of HIS holiday's?" Rant, so here goes:
I was sitting at home the other day watching cartoon's (not unusul) when a comercial for the station came on. It went something like 'In two months the jolly fat guy brings you presents, in six months the rabbit brings you candy. But this month is hallowe'en and we have enough excitment that you won't want presents for another two months or candy for another six months. Or almost'. I found that down right disrespectful! I mean Christmas (not X-mas but CHRISTMAS) is not about a Jolly Fat Guy breaking into you house to give you gifts, but the fact that Jesus was born. Yes we exchanged gifts and all, but saying it's all about the gifts is stupid. Christmas has become extreamly materialistic. And on the the 'six months' one. Easter is not about the Easter Bunny breaking into your house to give you chocolates, but it's the fact that Jesus died for us, and then came back to life, and all we can think about is chocolate and candy. I'm ashamed with us (notice I include myself in that statment). So Christmas and Easter has become less about God and Jesus and celibrating what they have done, and are doing for us, but more of want-want-want, and gimme-gimme-gimme. That's not right.
Ok that was my rant. I have more to add to the list of rants, like the "New's is depressing" rant, my "If you shoot a police officer you should get the same sentance as you would if you shot a civilian" rant, and my "CSI Miami is a nockoff of CSI, and CSI New York is a nockoff to the nockoff of CSI, and the people who created it are greedy" rant. Yes I have strong oppionions (that no one seams to agree with).
Oh I wrote a new peom today called 'Three Years Hence'. And unless you go to my school, and know were me and my friends sat it probibly won't make sence to you. But to the people who know what I'm talking about here it is:
Three Years Hence
It's amazing how time
Can change a thought.
For example four months past
Me and my friends swore,
At the end of the year,
That our sitting spot
Was ours for three years hence,
But summer came,
And summer went,
Our magical spot
Has lost it's magic
It's of no imprtant thought to us
But to others in that magical year
Who claim it for
Three years hence.
Again you'd have to know what I'm talking about to understand that.

Writers Block AKA Aurum

I HATE having the cold.

I have a cold, blech, again. Complete with the stuffy nose, pounding headache, and tiredness to go along with it. To make it worse I still go to school, which means getting up for the zillionth time I'll have to get up and go to get a tissue to stop a runny nose or to blow it, and it's embarrassing to say the least. I don't know why but it is. Last night (with the cold) I was so tired that I had tried to sleep, but it didn't work, so I read in bed in my pj's from about 4:00-6:00 then slept for half an hour. Then got up and with my blanket curled up on the couch and watched cartoons until my dad came home with McDonald's. After that I still had a headache and it was time for bed anyway so me and the blanket went back to my room and after about half an hour of fighting with the headache to go to sleep, I feel asleep, just to wake up the next morning.
The cold also affected me doing homework. I couldn't read the Romeo and Juliet Act One Scene Two that I had to read (luckily it's not due till Monday), or read this section in my socials book on this guy's opinion on why girls should be aloud into the medical schools, and then write about it, but I couldn't concentrate, or focus on the words so that was left unfinished, the only one but still.
My kitty Pepper (known by my friends as the large fat lazy cat) jumped on the couch to lay beside me, but when I went to hug her she jumped onto the back of the couch (yes she can do that) and jumped down (without so much as a thud, so HA). But she came back latter (aka when I had food). She also scratched at the sliding door to our balcony because she wanted out, and that gave me a headache, and it was to cold to have the door open (in my opinion anyway). That and I was to lazy to get off the couch to open it.
So that's my journey with this cold. Gaaaaaaaaaaack I hope it goes away soon, I don't like colds, I sound funny, my nose is plugged, and my head hurts. Not to mention that when I get sick I can become cranky yet clingly, so that's not good either, but those to different moods only happen at home, so no one has to worry.

Writers Block AKA Aurum.

ERG I hate the Internet!!! (sometimes)

Oh I can't figure anything out!!!!!!!! I can't post a link on the 'edit me' section cause the instructions make no sense, the site tells you you can do something just not how!!!!!!! Then it took me forever to find how to add a post! Honestly if they expect anyone to do ANYTHING on here before the first step they should have a tutorial that is mandatory, and then a little link to look back on whenever you confuzzled!!!!
Yes I like to rant. That was rant one. I have millions more. I have the "Get Over Your obsession With Breast Cancer" rant, my "Why Doesn't Our School Have intruder Alert Drills? If A Shooting Can Happen To The Amish It Can Happen To Us" rant, my lates one the "The Tests Were Done On North Korean Land, They Haven't Harmed Anyone, Get Over It" rant, oh and my "War Is Stupid, It Produces Nothing, Only Dead People" rant, that ones my favorite. I might have more I just can't think of any.
Well that's all for now. See ya. Have homework to do, Ya! (bleak)

First Entry

So here I am, trapped in school, again, in a boring class. Can't stay on long because the annoying teachers is walking around.

Writers Block