Saturday, April 23, 2005

In a good mood for once...

Okay. So I’m a little frustrated with myself. I’ll get over it, long story. Mmmm food is really good. I ate four dinners tonight, which was good. I’ll be so fat when I’m older... but I’ll be so happy about it it won’t matter. I am currently waiting for Henry to call me back, because Henry, being one of the only responsible people I know, is actually doing homework on a Saturday night. BEFORE the last second. Now why would anyone want to finish something before the last second? I don’t understand at all.
This morning, I got up at 9:30. Now, I don’t know who you are, you could be anyone reading this, but if you’re someone who doesn’t really know me that well, 9:30 is NOT the time I generally get out of bed. Especially not on a perfectly boring Saturday morning like this one was. (What Saturday mornings aren’t??) So I went to bed at about 1:30 in the morning, which is actually early for me, believe it or not, and then got up a mere eight hours later. Okay, so I did get thirteen hours of sleep the night before, but thats besides the point. Okay, I expect you’ve heard enough about this now.
I haven’t written in here in a while have I? Nope, I haven’t. I don’t really write in here that often, I don’t have much to write, but I have actually been informed by several crazy people that the things I write in here are entertaining. (entertaining? me?) I thought I was the most boring person ever. No competition. But I’m honored that at least one person believes otherwise. I’ll delete this once they’ve been carted off the the mental hospital.
If you’re looking at this, you got here through my profile. Probably. Just so you know, the ummm... “change” in my profile was not my doing, it was vandilized. I’m not going to say by whom... you can read it if you’d like... see if you can possibly tell who did it. Here, I’ll help you even. I’ll copy and paste it in here:

Well fuck that
And fuck her
And ben him
And fuck you
For not having the ben in your ben
To ben through
I've had doubts
I ben failed
I'd fucked up
I've had plans
Doesn't ben I should take my own heart in my hands...
And if that ben don't ben and that ben don't ben
I'mma ben that birdies ben
I'd go ben to the jewler who sold it to ben
And ben him eat every carat don't ben with ben (haha)

But I still won’t tell you who did it.
On Thursday we had the color day business as you probably know. I was yellow. In the yellow color group I mean. I myself was not yellow. Nor am I currently yellow. But enough with that. It was, truthfully, one of the worst days in middle school I have ever survived, and yes, survived is the correct word for that sentence. Okay, so I’ve had worse days before, but all of those were my fault, this one was the school’s fault. And NC State. I’ll just hope that never happens again.
During this horrible color day business, we had to do some weird ‘presentation’ shit that didn’t even make sense. Of course, everyone who was doing the same thing as me were all first years, Luke, and Thomas. Meaning that I had to go from wanting to die, to avoiding horrible smells, to avoiding sexual harrassment for the whole morning. So, with all of these oh so wonderful people to choose from to ‘present’ our shitty, and frankly, incredibly fucked up poem thing, I was forced, seconds before our group had to start talking, to go up and tell the whole fucking middle school what our ‘happy little group’ had spent their morning learning about yellow. (What can you learn from a color anyway?) So, under the forcification (probably not a word, but it should be) of everyone around me, I said some stuff about our poem, or whatever it was, told a few annoying first years to shut up while I was trying to talk, and was then done with our group. I felt stupid and useless for a while, but of course, my feeling of stupidity was saved when Henry ‘presented’ for his group, impersonating what seemed to be a pirate, but what I later learned was the sea captain from the Simpsons. He was in the purple group. With people who didn’t smell like shit, or try to sexually harrass him. But I still felt less stupid when his part was over.
I was later informed by Maddy, that I was “quite entertaining to watch present.” Haha, I’m sure I was, I didn’t know what the hell I was talking about, so I just stared at the floor, and read what little we had managed to produce in the four or five hours of hell we had endured together that morning. And yet I was entertaining. I don’t know whether I should be honored or not.
I have now written the longest entry thing in this ‘blog’ (I’m finally getting used to calling it a blog) yet. And yet it seems like the most boring. But I say that every time. Although, this one seems a bit different from the others, also because it actually writes about something that happened. Really actually happened. Not just little parts of things I’ve noticed lately, or how boring whatever it is that I’m writing at that moment is, but something realistic and truthful that I actually experienced first hand. But it still isn’t interesting. Maybe I should stick to the little parts of things I’ve noticed lately.
I want a Reese’s. You know what that reminds me of? Henry’s shirt. You know what that reminds me of? I’m sure you don’t, because I don’t know either. Actually, now I’m thinking of disturbing things which I must now get out of my mind. That’s disgusting. Ahhh get it away!!! Get it AWAAAAY!!!! Mmmmm Reese’s... get it away, get it away!!! Mmmm Reese’s... okay, so I have ADHD... obviously. I feel like Homer when he’s running in between the TV, which no longer works because of the acid rain, and the acid rain. If you know anything about the Simpsons, you’ll know what I’m talking about. Hopefully.
It may be about time to end my reign of terror. If you’ve managed to read this far, I’m impressed. I know it gets sort of boring sometimes, but people tell me to write more anyway, so I end up doing it, when I’m bored and have nothing better to do. If you wish I’d never write anything more ever again because it REALLY sucks, then please tell me, I’ll stop, I promise. But if you end up actually liking it, you have two choices, or you could do both, if you’re really feeling crazy. No wait, three choices. And keep in mind that you could still do all three. Okay, so you could go get food, you could write a comment on this thing, and tell me that its actually acceptable, or, you could, and this is probably the best idea of the three (rivaled only by the getting food one, mmmm food) anyway, you could get carted off to the mental hospital, which is probably what you need to be doing if you actually like this thing in the first place. But oh well.
The other day, I had a revelation. Maybe revelation isn’t the right word, because its not like it was a godly experience or anything (considering I’m athiest) but I think that revelation is the best word I’m going to get to describe it. Anyway, the revelation consisted of me recieving the realization that I am indeed a bitch. Theres no other word to describe myself. And I know you don’t care, or in fact need to know this at all, considering you most likely had this same revelation about me ages ago, but I just thought I’d let all you oh so fascinated readers know, that I have indeed finally discovered the meaning of myself, and all my bitchiness. It’s just my nature.
I’m so intimidated by everyone else’s blogs. Even Joe’s, and you can’t say his is full of deep meanings or metaphors or anything like that. It’s just interesting, and only recently have I realized what a difficult feat this is to accomplish. Wow, look at all of those big words. I actually sounded smart for a second there. Me. Smart. Weird. Of course, I don’t anymore, since I’m contemplating the fact that I did sound smart for a moment there, and figuring out how weird it really was.
I should be doing my homework. I should always be doing my homework pretty much, and yet I practically never am. Good little Henry did his, and good little Jeramie started hers, and even good little Joe has realized he should be starting his. But not me, as usual, I’m a little slow on the uptake, and have therefore yet to discover that I should be doing my homework, even as I type.
I’m in a good mood. I’ve been in a good mood all day. I wasn’t in a good mood earlier in the week, but all today, I’ve been happy. I won’t mention that this could have something to do with my mother not being home most of the day. But that would be too bitchy a thing of me to do. Oh wait! I am a bitch! I can write evil, mean things about that then. Can and will. Later. When I’m less lazy and tired from my good mood day.
It may be time for this to end. I’m still convinced this was the most boring one yet, and that I should go back to writing about little, unimportant things that have happened recently. I probably will next time, but I’ve wasted too much of my life in front of my computer typing this to just delete it now and write something mildly interesting. So instead I’ll leave you hanging, awaiting whatever it is I write next, hopefully more interesting than my previous writing. We shall see.


Blogger Henry said...

Alright Grace. There. I freaking capitalized your name on my freaking comment on your freaking blog. La-di-freaking-da. And your entry actually made me freaking laugh. Especially the freaking part with the freaking mental institute. But you freaking knew that. So freaking yeah. And what do you mean I freaking made you feel less freaking stupid. Thats freaking not happy. Ok time for Henry to stop.

Freak Out

9:30 PM  
Blogger Ben said...

wow. that's long. very, very, long. you're not boring and you're not a bitch.

5:25 PM  

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