I'm at School

Bwahahahahahaha. I am actually in my journalism class and the computers are f^cked up, so some of the blocked websites are unblocked, such as blogspot! Yey! But some of the things that weren't blocked are now blocked, which super-sucks, such as Yahoo. Seriously, yahoo is blocked. That's such crap. Why would we look up porn on Yahoo? Well... I suppose some people might.
I am so embaressed about life. You know how I'm columnist for my school paper, right? Well I published a really crappy column and my picture is next to it and everybody got the paper yesturday and it's been so embaressing because people keep mentioning it and UGH! It blows.
Journalism is really boring. I'm supposed to be interviewing Target and then I have to design an ad for them by tomorrow, but I don't understand why I have to design an ad for Journalism! That makes no sense what-so-ever. But ok, fine, I'll do it. Blah to you too.
So last night I was up until about midnight (mostly because I was to embaressed to fall asleep, cause you know how sleeping makes time fly by, yadda-yadda) so I was watching YouTube videos on my iPod. I watched episodes of The Batman, actually only one episode. I watched the one where whats-her-face became Poison Ivy and her best friend became Batgirl and beat the crap out of her, and in that show Robin's a child and Batgirl's a child and Batman is like babysitting them, which is pretty funny because Batman's supposed to be all macho and kickin' ass but he's surrounded by little kids. It makes me giggle. Hee hee.
I love my grandparents. They're so weird, which isn't necessarily a bad thing, but it really makes me entirely aware of why I'm so weird. I mean, there's no doubt about the fact that I'm weird. I quoted Captain Underpants in my first ever column for crying out loud! That right there is major dork-ism.
Anywho, I came home from school on Tuesday and my grandpa was playing the accordian. That doesn't sound unusually odd when I type it down, but it is rather random.
I dunno, it's hard to explain my grandparents. They really are wonderful people though.
Gosh I'm bored. Like, unbelieveably bor...e...d
IDEA!
Well, not really idea. I've been planning this but the plan is finally set in motion. Wait for it...
I'M PLAYING A GIANT GAME OF FREEZETAG THIS SATURDAY!
I'm excited. My friend is picking me up and we're picking up my other friend and we're going to play freeze tag. Mind you, this is no ordinary game of freeze tag. This is freeze tag with over a hundred people running around, freezing each other and tagging people. FUN! SUPER FUN! I only know three people who will be there and that is me, my friend, and my other friend, so it'll be weird with a bunch of strangers, but TOTALLY AWESOME EITHER WAY! I'm excited, you have no idea!
Well sense I'm at school I should probably go do something productive, like interview Target or get people to do a survey for an assignment that I don't understand in the least.
Ok, bye.

Toilet Monster

Every little kid has their fears. Some might be scared of their closet, some might be scared of the monster under their bed, and some might be afraid of the creepy next-door neighbor. Well, for me, it was the Toilet Monster.

It started when I was probably about four. I was in the dining room and my sister, Mylla, was in the bathroom (the bathroom comes off of the dining room). She called me over and, being little and stupid, I waddled over to her (have you ever noticed how little kids seem to waddle instead of walk? And I'm not calling all little kids stupid, just me.). I entered the bathroom and the lights were off. She flushed the toilet and ran out of the room and slammed the door.

"Now the toilet monster's gonna come get you!" She called through the door. So, naturally, I began freaking out thinking a giant brown monster was going to ooze out of the potty and drag me down the swirly spiral to toilet hell. For whatever reason I didn't turn the light on. It might be because I couldn't reach or I was hysterical. But the darkness didn't help my panic attack. Eventually Mylla opened the door, although at this point I was already scared for life.

So after that I couldn't trust toilets. Even sitting down on them I thought a monster would grab onto my butt or something. How embarrassing would that be? How the hell would I explain THAT one to my mom? So I still have trouble going to the bathroom when no one else is home, and I refuse to use toilets with loud flushers, like our neighborhood store bathrooms. It's like GIANT MONSTER TOILETS!

Ha ha like Captain Underpants and the Attack of the Talking Toilets. GREAT book I highly recommend it.

I guess whoever is reading this really doesn't need to know about my great bathroom fears. Too much information?

DISCLAIMER!~~~

To my dear Mylla, I don't think what you did was that cruel (well I did at the time, now it makes a great story), so don't feel bad.

On a different note if anyone has seen the first episode of The Office where Jim puts Dwight's phone and stapler in Jello, well, I have to do that for 40 extra credit points in Biology. Not a phone and stapler, just any object that usually isn't in Jello. My teacher is really weird. I will post the outcomes of this little experiment as soon as it is finished. I still have to decide what to put in it. I was thinking tape because it's cheap. Maybe I'll put my fake cell-phone that's actually a calculator in there (it came in a spy kit. Before I was a super hero I was a spy) but it's fun because I can be like "look I have a phone. Just joking, it's a calculator!" Although I think it would make more sense to have a fake calculator that's actually a phone because I don't think you  have to disguise a calculator. If you are really a spy in war or something and the enemy sees you with a calculator they probably won't shoot you. What damage could you do with a calculator? But if they see you with a phone they probably will shoot you. Besides I would prefer a phone over a calculator any day.

But when I got this spy kit in 3rd grade I thought it was the coolest thing in the universe.

Maybe I'll put a marker in the Jello. But that's not very exciting. I can steal my mom's cellphone and put it in there, but then when I return it it'll smell like strawberries. I could put a shoe in it but I have big feet.

I was discussing this with my friend Blondie and we were thinking of a dead hamster, but that would be pretty gross. Plus neither of us has a hamster and if we did we wouldn't want to kill it. She suggested a frog (alive) and stick a straw down there so it could breath, but then we remembered that we have to chill the Jello so it would get really cold and probably die in there. Hmmm....

ANOTHER DISCLAIMER!~~~

Blondie really isn't a blonde.

ANOTHER DISCLAIMER!~~~

We really wouldn't do that with the frog or dead hamster. That would be evil. That was just the discussion that got us through Biology.