12/12/13

In science somehow, our discussion ended up being about gay rights. How did we go from ionic bonds to same sex marriage? We got more off track than a train being driven by a jellyfish. We must have started getting off topic when the teacher said oppositely charged ions attract, then that went to the girl that skipped two grades asking "why can't ions with the same charge come together?" completely oblivious of the context of that statement. So that triggered And*, the kid who I mentioned in a prior blog who can't put a sock in it, went on and on with all that homophobia. While Breja*, the one who skipped two grades, asked that question, I was about to blurt out without realizing "Because of republicans!" But of course, I don't want to be like And*, so I kept it in. Speaking of getting off topic, has anyone seen the latest Spongebob episode because I haven't been caught up. The night before (not the morning after) I was peeling potatoes for dinner and that goshdang potato peeler slipped and split my nail in half. It wasn't bad at all, but the bad part WAS the morning after. At school, i was fixing my hair with my fingers, and the hair got stuck in the crack of my nail. So instead of fixing my hair, it was just getting worse (I was surprised it could get any worse). Picture this, if someone was talking to me, I'm just standing there with my hand on my head (not the cool way, the creepy way).
sidney

12/3/13

So today i was sitting in this class, and like at every school, theres always that one guy that everyone wishes they don't have any classes with him. For some people its the bully, or the farter, or  maybe even just the one that theres something about being in their presence that makes you want to go up to them, rip their ear off, and then feed it to their own dog, or even worse their pet fish. Well this guy is the type that will never shut up, and says anything that comes to mind. But the worst part is, the teachers don't even care! They've all just given up on trying to get him to shut up. Trust me he doesn't have an actual mental disability that does this to him, if he did it would be completely understandable. But he doesn't! Its like we all have filters on what we say, but his has a massive hole in it. Well anyway, for school we had to write this paper, and we got them back today, and being the smartas* he is, he asked the teacher to pass back the papers (trying to make it seem like he was helping, but really he just wanted to see everyones grades.) He was walking through class giving everyone their papers, giving them all shi*y remarks. Then he got to me, I was prepared for him to tell me some little douch*bag sidecomment. But he told me "good job." Does this mean something with us? No, actually, just no, it doesn't because I hate the guts out of him, and he thinks I'm a total freak(who can blame him for that.) Before all of this I was in another class, where today this on girl sat next to me. I thought "Oh, just be friendly whats the worse that can happen." I was at my desk, and the whole class I was just listening (blanking out) to this girl just gossiping about everbody. But it wasn't the good kind of dirt we all want to hear, it was just saying bad things about people. First of all, I don't like gossiping because I know I would be so mad if people spread stuff about me (but that will never happen because I am invisible.) And second, it is just mean to say bad things about people. Well, that is kind what I am doing right now, but this is different, because all I do here is just to make you smile. So I was sitting, getting an ear full of spit, literally spit. And to make the whole situation worse, with her accent, I couldn't understand anything she was saying (I guess that is actually kind of a good thing.) Her accent is kind of a mix of Canadian, Mexican, British, elephant, with a hint of pencil sharpener. So moral of the story, never be "that" person., no matter what your "thing" is that makes you "that" person.
Sidney

12/2/13

    Don't worry, don't worry, I'm not proposing to anybody by this blog, must thought you might want to listen to this song while reading this blog! Well anyway,at my school there is this annual rock paper scissors tournament at my school, so of course, being the nerd I am, joined. There were two divisions, I guess, is what they're called (seems about right.) So the "cool guys" in class wanted to name the divisions west side and east side, I guess that's their version of ghetto. But they needed more to the names, so the final names were The West Side Brawlers and The East Side Sluggers. I bet you can pick which one I was put in (Hint: the one with the weird-butt name.) Yes, I am an East Side Slugger. So the whole time I was just thinking "Really? Seriously? Sluggers? Is that the best you can do?" I guess it sounds kind of tough, but when I hear the word slugger I think of a bunch old hairy Italian dudes that try to look threatening, or a frickin slug just sliming slithering around and sliming everything up. Instead of making us sound cool, it makes a sound like a ton of creepy little, well, CREEPS. Think of it like this: Someone is walking up to you to beat you up and they're just approaching you like "Oh yeah, you better be scared, the sluggers are coming to get you." How do you think you would react to that. Moving on, in class we watched the movie "Facing the Giants" I'm usually not a complainer at all, but today I was just on a rant in my head. I'm not a buzz kill in class, actually I'm the one that usually starts all the fun. I was really looking forward to the movie, then I remembered "Oh yeah, this is Mr. Schaffe*'s class." And that means the teacher will be sitting on his computer not giving a care to the rest of the world, which is usually a good thing. But its not a good thing when you have all the friends with benefits in your class. So you can't hear one word of the movie over all the make out noises. And it was a bummer because there was this guy in the movie named David, and he was ultra fine like a Sharpie, and I couldn't hear his dashing, deep, gorgeous voice (sorry for fangirling.) Well moral of the story is don't be like Kim and Kanye, think before you come up with names. Also, save all your gob smacking for backstage of the auditorium.

Sidney