Pimp My Ride
Mood:  amorous
I had no idea that this show is still even on TV! Pimp my ride is like freaking amazing. There are some totally creepy guys on it, but the cars are sweet once they're done. I'm pretty psyched that this is on.

Is this my second blog entry for today? I bet it is. Blogging is more fun than I remember it being.

In other news, my good friend is having major issues because her good friends from like Ohio or somewhere far away are having major issues...there are lots of issues in this huge run-on sentence.

I was going to say something amazingly profound and touching, but too many people IMed me at once and I forgot it. I blame Kaity.

Well, that's all for now.

I've been ignoring this place lately
Mood:  chatty
I have been hella ignoring this place. I haven't made a blog entry since...well, a long time ago. But that is all going to change because I am no longer a myspace whore.

Well, as chatty as I am feeling right now, I think I'll go back to watching Spongebob Squarepants. It's more entertaining.

I make babies cry
Mood:  hungry
I am very hungry today. I haven't the slightest idea why. Okay, so I do know why, and it's because we ran about 7 and a half miles at track today, and it wasn't long easy mileage, but Intervals, which are also known as Hell on wheels.

My aunt came to town Saturday, and I know that it seems crazy, but I have the uncanny ability to make babies cry around me. They just start crying their cute little eyes out every time they see me, and it makes me very sad. And the same is true with my aunt's 14 month old baby, which everyone keeps telling me loks exactly like I did at that age. But don't all babies look alike? At least, they all do to me. Unless one is white and the other is black, because then I can tell the difference easily.

My typing is very crazy tonight. Maybe I'm just tired.

That's all for tonight.

Why is the Title Optional?
Mood:  caffeinated
I hate my life. I mean, I'm not very attractive, in fact I'm quite awkward-looking, I have awful acne, my hair is ugly and I want to dye it brown sooo badly but my evil mother will not let me, and I can't even write very well. In short, my life sucks. Ass.

But enough of this pity-party. That is a fun alliteration. Pity-party. Pity-party.

I started a new book today. It's called "Abarat". It's a very good book, and I quite like it. With me, starting a new book is like a really big deal. It makes me terribly excited to do so. Well sure, it happens every three days, but it still excites me to no end.

I really wish I could tell people about this blog, I mean anyone can find it if they know where to look, but there's just something about telling people to deliberately look at my personal thoughts that just does not make me very happy to have this blog. But hey, that's just me.

Well, that's enough for today. My mom keeps annoying me and I need to go to bed.

I really hate track
Mood:  accident prone
Track is the work of the Devil. I joined track thinking that it would be the same as Cross Country, but boy was I wrong. Track is exactly 9.35490 times less fun than Cross Country, and let me tell you why: We have to sprint, we have to do intervals instead of easy running, and we have to work out.

I mean, I know that working out is supposed to be good for me and all, but it just isn't very fun, and I hate having to lift weights when I'm not seeing any results from it.

The annoying dog that belongs to the neighbors absolutely will not shut up, and it is really getting on my nerves. Would it be illegal for me to kill it?

Please leave all overcoats, canes, and top hats with the doorman. Aside from that, I have no cares about what anyone else is wearing.

I am quite sure that there are a bunch of ignorant bitches in all of my classes. Now, I'm a smart kid, so I'm in all Pre-AP classes, and the dumb asses in my class will not freaking leave me alone! They ask way too many questions, and if Ryan asks me what sine is one more time I'm going to go postal. Sine, cosine, tangent, cosecant, secant, cotangent, none of it is really that hard, they just need to leave me the hell alone and pay attention in class!

So ends today's lessons

My first Blog entry
Mood:  smelly
Now Playing: Your Mom's Face
So, this is the first entry in my blog. Blog. A funny word. Well, anyways, I want to be a writer, and my mom told me once that all writers keep journals. I'm way too lazy to actually write in a journal, so this will have to work.

I have nothing really to say right now. At least, not anything of importance. I will say that I love my Latin class. I am very good at Latin, and I do hope that we will have an AP Latin class by the time that I am a senior. If we don't have one, I may have to commit suicide. Yes, I am very serious about having AP Latin.

I will also say that the Olympics are officially my life. I love the Olympics. I watch non stop, as if my life depends on it.

And finally I will say that Quantum Mechanics is only the coolest thing ever. If I am not a writer, which I want to be, then I will be a Quantum Physicist, because Quantum Physics is so damn cool!

Thus ends today's blog.

-Howdy