Christine

i like socks

i like sweet tea

i like food

i like warm days

i like church

i like mid afternoons

i like cod

i like music

i like paramore

i like forks

i like pouring cream into coffee

i like clothes

i like making cds

i dont like loud people

i dont like night time

i dont like staying up late

…… i am done I am too tired. bye inko.us

like totes forevs. bye bye inko.us.

so, i sort of forgot about this, until I was sitting on the couch watching basketball, and was think to my self ” self, I am so glad there is no homework to do on fridays, I am so tired of homework, and I want to just sit here” or something like that I guess.  And then, as I moved my hand forward to grab the remote, because I don’t like basketball, its boring, and I do not know why I was watching it.  I really do not like it, it is probably most likely perhaps my least favorite sport.  It Is really just not cool.  It is depressing to watch really, knowing that these college students who once had a possible bright future in some possible career that they may choose and may have their parents choose for them or something, are now throwing their lives away, wasting time with such a pathetic sport like basketball.  I mean come on, its weird.  Okay so as I am reaching for the remote, something on my hand catches my eye.  It is bright red, and written across my hand in beautiful, godly, and neat handwriting.  And then I realize, if this handwriting is so beautiful and godly and neat then I must have wrote this inscription on my hand.  I read this beautiful, godly, and neat message, and realize what it says.  It is a simple message.  Just one word.  Just five letters.  But still beautiful, godly, and neat.  The letters read that word that I so often dread because I always forget them.  The letters read that terrible message that all of us students of Mr. Stephens dread.  The message is so feared, no one even dares say it out loud.  Like he who must not be named, or you know who, in the really amazing quality series of phenomenal books, Harry Potter and the Sorcerers Stone, Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets, Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban, Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire, Harry Potter and the Order of the Pheonix, Harry Potter and the Half- Blood Prince, and Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows.  Okay, so people do actually say the word.  The word was blogs. and then I sprung up out of my chair, ran to the office, did a few blogs, ran up to my room, did another, and now, here I am.  Telling an incredibly long, story that no one will read because I am pretty sure everyone else is done with their blogs.  So good bye inko.us.  It was sort of fun asking you questions I guess.

mother: I am in love with my new car!

friend: really, I thought you said you were not going to buy a new car because you could not afford one.

mother: well, we were not plannin on it, but a few days ago, our car broke down.  I took it to get fixed, but the man said the damage was unrepairable.

friend: oh, how terrible!

mother: I know, but then I saw an ad.

friend: an ad for what?

mother: for a car of course!

friend: oh right

mother: so I went there, and explained to the carsalesman that we were afraid we were not going to be able to pay for college if we bought a new car.

friend: and what did he say?

mother: he said that he had just the car for me!  He told me all about this car, and from the moment I saw it I was sold!

friend: oh my gosh! mow I want to buy that car too!

mother: go for it! It was worth it!

pretty lame, huh?

Todays an important day

We can put all the rumors to rest

If only I could finsih the paper

I could watch us become the best

The lady on the horse

Looked like she was ready to die

As did poor Abe Lincoln

Who swore he’d never lie

Why waste time with books

Like good old Nancy Drew

When you could be playing quarry

While listening to Motley Crew

I SO do not want to take exams.  Though I doubt anyone does.  But one good thing about exams is that the days are all shorter.  And one day I have study during the second exam period so I get to leave even earlier.  Yesterday the Capitals beat the Penguins.  It was a really game, and it was close for awhile, until the middle of the last period.  I am going to the movies later, and we are seeing a movie I have never heard of, so it should be a good time.  Oh my god I am so bored.  I am trying to get the A plus, so I need to get to 800 words.  I dont think I am any where close to that, but whatever.  I will get there eventually.  I made a cd earlier, so I am listening to it.  Its pretty good, if you like the music I like.  So yeah, I am looking through my sketchbook, and I have written so much.  Like I look at one page and there has to be at least 800 words here.  Which is funny, because thats how much I have to write for my blogs.  Now my left arm hurts from typing so much, I bet you I am getting a carpel tunnel like the principal in mean girls.

So I was listening to Paramore earlier.  They are my favorite band.  They write great songs, which is another thing I love about them.  I am pretty sure they write all of their own songs, which is pretty cool.  I also like how the singer is a girl, and the rest of the band are guys.  Plus, the singer is really great at singing.  She has one of the best voices I have ever heard.  Which is another good thing, she is naturally good at singing, which is a big deal now a days because many singer’s voices are just computerized.  I saw them live, and they sounded so good, but you could also tell it was live.  Like,  the singer was not lip singing.  And no matter how many times I listen to one of their songs, I never get tired of it.

Todays an inportant day

We can put all the rumors to rest

If only I could finish the paper

I could watch us become the best

The lady on the horse

looked like she was ready to die

as did poor abe lincoln

who swore he would never lie

why was time on books

like good old nancy drew

when you could be playing quarry

while listening to motley crew

Okay so recently I read the book the Westing Game.  I have probably read that book about three or four times.  No matter how many times I read it, I can never exactly remember the end.  So its a book I can read as many times as I want, and the ending is still a surprise.  Thats a good thing I guess.  Except I am afraid that the next time I want to read it I will remember the entire ending, but thats probably what I thought after the last couple of times I read it.  But whatever, its still a good book.  Buts its not my favorite.  My favorite book is either harry potter or the hunger games.  Both are equally as good.  So yeah this was probably a really boring blog but whatever.  I am going for the 100 so i can bring up my grade.  So yeah, I just took my two quizes in Engish class and I did really good.  Then I played the millionaire game, and lost.  It sucked.  I would loose, because I accidently clicked the wrong one, twice!  That happened to me twice!  It was so bad!  It was really frustrating.  So yeah.  I am really  bored.

I am at my neighbors house right now.  He just told to blog about him, so I am.  He said blog about how cool he is, so yeah, he is really cool.  Now he is trying to play the trumpet, even though he hasnt played since sixth grade.  He is trying to put it together, and he just said ” How do you do this again”?  Now he is playing really badly, its kinda funny.  Ow, he just hit a really bad noise.  Now he is singing radar, but like a screaming version. He is now playing mary had a little lamb, when I requested hot cross buns.  He now claims the trumpet is starting to come back to him, but it doesnt sound like it.  But he says, “now remember, i havent played since sixth grade, so haha, curse you society, I’m like yeah whatever!!!!!”  Those were his exact words.  So yeah, he sounds pretty cool right?

Sometimes, when I am sleeping, I have these dreams.  None of them have anything to do with each other, except for one detail.  They all take place at the same high school. Annandale High School.  It never says specifically during my dreams, that it is Annandale High School, but I know it is.  Which is weird, because I have never been inside of the high school, and all of my dreams there take place inside.  The only time I have ever been was last spring, when my mom thought my soccer game was there.  We pulled in, and waited, but my team never came.  The adress on the paper she had printed off, which said the game was at Annandale High School, did not match Annandale High schools address.  We finally asked someone where that address led to, and they told us where the field was.  That is the only time I have ever been there, or even heard of it.  The only thing I really remember about it is that the mascot was the atoms.  But that doesnt ever show up in my dreams.  The school color was red, I could tell, because the signs and the benchs surounding the school were also red.  I dont know why I think that this school in my dreams is Annandale High School, but I just know it is.