skittles.

Last night, I go to enjoy some skittles, you know taste the rainbow. Except, I didn't get to taste the rainbow, because I open up that stupid little pack of skittles, and what do I get? ALL RED EXCEPT TWO PURPLE. I absolutely despise red and purple skittles, I used to eat every color except them because they are nasty. I hate those ones, but I was so mad that I ate them anyway. I was really looking forward to the heavenly yellow and green and orange skittles, but no the stupid skittles fun pack ruined my LIFE last night. I was distraught, all I wanted was to enjoy a delectable packet of skittles in the flavors and colors I love but that could not happen. So now I am going to call skittles, and complain, and get a stupid coupon to go a buy a new fun pack of skittles so that I can eat the colors I enjoy. Thanks skittles for ruining my life.

dream

Last night I had a dream, but before you move on and decide against reading this because the apparent stupidity of that first statement, let me begin by saying this was no ordinary dream, nor an ordinary night.

I went to bed around 12:15. You may say that's late, or in the case of the Weekman's (minus the youngest), that is actually pretty early. I can't really tell you about my dreams up until right before 4:12 am : I walked into school, it was spirit week, I was dressed up for fashion disaster day (today) and everything went as normal except I get to school, and Andrew Hill just stared at me, and so I felt self-conscious and woke up. Like a real wake-up, kind of wake-up. Mind you, it is now 4:12 am and I'm awake. But I had dreamed the whole school day so I was confused.I thought it was time for me to get ready for school, except the small problem that it was 4:12 am, not 5:45 am. So I began to check all electronics in my room, only to find that now, instead of begin 5:45 am, or even 4:12 am, it was 4:13. So I got up and went downstairs, sure that I would find it to be 5:45 or maybe 5:13 or something after 5. But it wasn't and so I went back to bed, sad and defeated. Finally after trying, and wishing, and praying that I could just go back to sleep and make it to 5:45. I finally fell asleep. Yet, what I discovered in my dream world was no better than in reality. My mom, dad, and I were on vacation (guilty pleasure: being an "only child" when all my siblings are gone), but I don't really know where we were. I know my dad was there, but I can't remember seeing him, all I remember is my mom and I floating in the ocean of lake or something. There was a little pool-float kind of fishing boat chilling out by us.All of a sudden a blue, bigger boat pulled up, in between the size of a dingy and a tiny yacht. It was a boat of drug cartels, and they began dragging around the little purple boat which had some how turned into a tube and was partially under water. My mom and I just sat there and stared, not fazed at all. Then a big white yacht the shape of a shoebox pulled up next to the drug cartel boat, and grabbed the driver by his ear, and the boat by the front and took it away, leaving the little purple boat behind, all of its passengers happy not to be drowning anymore. Still, my mom and I sat there unfazed by the shocking situation that had just occurred. All of a sudden (I transported?) I was in my bathroom, and I was reaching for a towel except it turned into a rattlesnake which is one of my biggest fears and so I went to get my dad, and he said it was just the towel and I didn't know what I was talking about but it was a rattlesnake and then he left me with it, so I woke up for real to get away from it and then I was scared to get a towel, except it was now time to actually wake up for school. I was terrified after a traumatizing night, and I was very tired and restless, as my dreams and sleeping problems did not work out very well together.

last night.

Last night, Andrew came to my house. During ecology, his mom had texted him and said "breakfast for dinner at church, wanna come" and I did want to go, because I like breakfast for dinner, or, brinner. But Andrew decided that because I'm a really picky eater, I wouldn't like it, so instead he decided he was going to come over and cook breakfast for dinner for me. So Andrew came over, except he forgot the recipe. So I took my brother to small group, and then Andrew to his house and then we got the recipe. Except I had a really bad headache when I got to his house, and I had to take a lot of excedrin. But that didn't help, and so once we got home, I went to sleep on the couch and Andrew cooked muffins and cleaned up and it was really good and it was the best dinner in the whole wide world because he's sweet and let me sleep while he cooked. That is all.

Mayans

The Mayans predicted that the world will end on December 21, 2012. I think that the Mayans were dumb. But I think that Yahoo is even dumber. They wrote an article that said that the Mayans might be wrong. surprise. Of course the Mayans might be wrong, there is no way to scientifically tell when the world is going to end and just because some calender doesn't go past 2012, that doesn't mean that the world is going to end. Personally, I'd like to at least make it past Christmas. But anyway, the Yahoo article said that the Mayans might be wrong, and if they are then we do not know when the world is going to end.

 Yahoo: thank you for your wisdom.

Jack-o-lanterns

This weekend Andrew, and Olivia, and her Andrew, and I are going to make jack-o-lanterns. We have a huge pumpkin at my house, and we're going to make a crazy face on it. We're probably going to have to go get another pumpkin so that Suri and Olivia can do one too, but it won't matter, because mine and Andrew's will be the best one. We can put lots of different kinds of faces on our jack-o-lantern: cat face, clown face, cool guy face, dead guy face, dragon face, girl face, Frankenstein face, happy face, jagged face, boy face, pig face, or skeleton face. We're putting an awesome face on our jack-o-lantern. And that is so much cooler than any kind of face. Beat that stupid pumpkin carving websites.

Dinner.

Andrew and I went to dinner last night. He had to babysit for friends of their families for an hour, and so I get all the way to his house, and then he tells me that he has to be there for 15 more minutes. So I hung out with Andrews parents. It was cool. So finally Andrew gets home, and we drive all the way to Olive Garden, and get out of the car, and decide that we don't want Olive Garden so we went to Macaroni Grill so we could draw on the tables.

We drew a story:

Once upon a time, there was a little village full of alpacas, and pterodactyls, and  wombats. A King Green Giraffe ruled over the village. But the King was a coward. There also lived a friendly Green Dragon, yet he became tired of the King being such a coward and never protecting his village. So he devised a plan and ransacked the village. He stepped on the clay huts where the alpacas live, and the clay huts where the wombats live, and the metal cages where the pterodactyls live. He even stepped on his bungalow. A turtle got broken in half, and ladybugs were smushed in his rage. But the cowardly King, just hid is his tree castle, surrounded by his fire moat and fiery waterfall. So the dragon shot a fireball at the castle, and the cowardly King died. The Dragon, was exiled, and then a wombat became a courageous King, living in a palace made of the old King's bones. The end.

middle school girls soccer games.

Middle school soccer games are painful. Middle school girls do not know how to play soccer. They move around in little clumps and kick each other in the shins. I went to my little sisters soccer game today. That was especially painful. She played for like 5 minutes and did good and it was really cold and her team was not very good. Andrew coached my sister this summer, and he did a good job because she made it onto her middle school team, but her whole team is bad and could use some more coaching. They all ran around and the poor ref didnt make any calls and I don't blame him because I would want to get away from the screaming little girls as fast as I could too. When I was watching her soccer game, I heard birds in the trees which made me mad. And we haven't learned that bird call yet. That is a fun sucker. That means I still have to learn that bird. I hate birds. I wish there was a menace that ate birds and then they couldnt haunt me while I am slowly dying from my eyes being burned out at how bad little ligon girls are at soccer. They won like 8-0 though, so your imagination can only run wild at picturing how bad the other team was.

bird calls

I picture two things that I can think of at this moment, very pointless things to do.

1. memorize the books of the bible in order
2. BIRD CALLS.

The bible, why would they put the glossary in the front of the bible if you weren't supposed to use it? Does it make you a better Christian to have it memorized? Becasue personally I think I'm doing just fine without it. I think that bible teachers don't have enough to teach us, and so to meet the quota for test grades in the quarter, they throw in the books of the bible test, because its not as if we don't have a thousand other things to do, so why not throw in some pointless memorizing. bad idea bible teachers. that has no benefit in my life. that is a waste of brain space, I can read the glossary just fine. (my preacher even tells us the page in the church bibles - why memorize if you can have that?)

BIRD CALLS. I hate bird calls. I made my status on facebook tonight "I HATE BIRD CALLS" and 13 people liked it. I wonder if that is enough of a statistic to show Mr. Mack so that we don't have to take the test. My mom said that was stupid. I agree with her. I hate birds too. The purpose of cats is to eat the birds. But since I had cats, then I would be stuck with a lot of birds. The wildlife rescue people that come to get bears and hyenas or foxes or whatever that attack peoples houses, should also pick up cats and birds, cause I bet that a lot of cats are rabid, and birds are just annoying. Especially they're calls. And whats even more annoying then hearing their calls when they are in a tree, is having to memorize their calls from my kitchen table. No one even likes birds, they have no purpose to live so they just shouldn't. Maybe I'm just cynical, thats what happens when its late. But if I didn't have a stupid test on TEN bird calls tmrw, maybe I would be a little nicer to animals, or at least pretend like I like them. But I won't even give them that satisfaction, because Mr. Mack is ruining my life with birdcalls and causing me to hate all wildlife. I think our class should get a grade for our camping trip, because that is not pointles, and that will be fun learning, and maybe I'll even like wildlife a little. But bird calls are not helping natures cause.

That is all I have to say.

post #2

It is now 12:46 in the morning. I am sitting awake doing absolutely nothing. There is purpose to this - I am SUPPOSED to be doing something, however all I can manage, is nothing. I have successfully sat in front of the computer screen all night. I am trying to do my english project which I see as pointless. I don't understand why teachers give us pointless work if they aren't going to read it, but give us a hundred anyway. Mr. Walker is not going to read this project, all he wants to know is if we did the 15 pages of crap. I am on page 3, I have been working for lik 6 hours. I think this is why my parents say don't get on facebook while you're doing your homework. I have successfully wasted a whole night, except the worst part is that I have 12 more to do, and I have to turn them in tomorrow. I have like 6 hours to finish them, before I get to go to the lovely creative writing class very tired. I may give up and turn them in on wednesday because this is simply becoming a waste of my time.

post #1? #21?

I'm not exactly sure what number this blog is supposed to be, but its going on 2nd quarter because I feel like blogging right now and I am counting on it being part of my grade. I honestly can't remember what I was going to blog about? Creative writing maybe? Or formspring maybe? Im not really sure and now im really tired. I have to start my creative writing paper right now, which was obviously supposed to be started on tuesday, and its now thursday night and its due tmrw and im starting it.. sweet. but its okay because I didn't feel like doing it any other day. Yay creative writing!

sick

I don't understand why people don't just leave other people alone when they are sick.When you're sick, you don't feel good, and you don't have much patience. You are not up for people sitting and telling you what to do because that is annoying. I hate people telling me to be more patient, or drink water, or eat soup, or take medicine, or do my homework so I can get to sleep when im sick, because that is annoying. I am sick and I just want people to leave me alone, and my boyfriends parents to let him come visit me so I can have normal soup instead of the nasty chicken and rice soup my mom just made for me.

cold medicines

Cold medicines are really gross. I made a list of reasons and medicines that are gross:

1. Liquid Cold Medicine- this stuff is sick. they don't have any flavors that taste good, they have cherry and grape, and citrus. cherry makes people want to barf, grape is just gross, and citrus burns your throat and has a bad after taste.

2. Chewable Cold Medicine- this is the kind that people say tastses like a starburst,except it doesn't it tastes like crappy cherry or grape or citrus. if your lucky, you get crappy bubblegum.

3. Meltable Zicam- this is the best kind of cold medicine ever, probably just because it works really well and goes away fast and doesn't taste awful. the citrus is awful, but cherry is good because it only tastes bad in the middle, and it doesnt have that bad of an after taste.

WHAT TO DO IF YOU'RE SICK:

ew, go home. go sleep until your better, noone wants to be around you if your sick. who cares if it takes 10 years, don't come back till you are healthy...

buuuuttttt...

if you have normal parents like most of us, that may not work. so.. WHAT TO DO IF YOU'RE SICK

step 1: go to school, try not to touch people, or share weird things like pencils or textbooks, no one uses those at school anyways

step 2: if you have a practice after school, skip it. as much as you think people like you (face it, there ARE people who probably don't) they'll hate you once you get them sick

step 3: GO HOME

step 4: get in bed, put on your embarrasing pjs and slippers, people won't see them

step 5: soup and tea are about to become your best friends, so if you don't like them, too bad, drink them anyway. (grandmas right -- chicken noodle soup is like God)

step 6: you are probably going to get sicker before you get better   -- the whole dark before the light thing-- so suck it up, take lots of medicine, and sleep. come to school ONLY if your better.


so please, save everyone the pain of hearing you complaing about being sick. you can always just sleep till you're better and keep everyone else healthy.