Play With My Fishes

In case you didn't notice, there's this really cool fish app right over there --------> that's lots of fun to play with. So check it out. Speaking of fish, I just cleaned my fish Timmy's fish bowl. He was seriously lacking clean water and there was some suspicious looking rusty stuff growing on his plant. He was exceptionally hard to catch today, considering his bowl was about to rust over. How he's swimming about in his plastic container while his water adjusts. I don't suppose he has a very long attention span, so it can't be considered torture. Ah, I'm in a box. Isn't this water nice? ZOMG I just realized I'm in a box. Who the hell would put me in a box? What's that shiny thing over there? Fooooood...

Sources from above are telling me that I need to post some of my art. I shall do so as soon as I get a break from homework and such. Recently I've just been practising drawing body parts. I bet you didn't know it's very hard to find a good picture of an ear or a nose online. If it's not blurry, it's some kind of weird bodily thing emerging from one's specific body part. In other words, gross stuff. I don't want to draw gross stuff that someone found on their eyeball. Hell, I don't want to look at gross stuff someone found on their eyeball. If I wanted to do that, I'd become a doctor. Doctors can look at gross stuff. No disrespect to the job or anything, just the truth. Doctors are to gross stuff as I am to... what am I to? Well...

I bet you're very interested to know that I spent my off block wisely and, upon running out of homework to do and not feeling like a journey to Fred Meyers (apparently losers go to Fred Meyers) I read a cookbook. But not just any cook book. It was written by Sam, who is immensely cool, has lots of friends, CAN COOK, and is British. I could make such educated guess by looking at his cook book, yes. This, I can tell you, was quite entertaining. Did I mention that Sam is also mundo cool? When I tried to explain this to my mom, she replied with something along the lines of "So you talked to someone named Sam on off block?" No, sorry to confuse you, I haven't made super British, super awesome friends that know how to cook. Instead, I just looked at such people in a cookbook I found in the library. Educational? No. Entertaining? Yes!

Unfortunately for me, I have recently made the discovery of what it feels like (once in my life!) for math not to be easy. Yes, I understand now. I'm not by any means saying that it's hard, just that I have to work a little harder. Eh, I guess it's a good idea to get me off my lazy butt (not that math makes me stand up or anything) and be challenged. Yay for challenging me, yippee for being semi-hard. My guess is that it's mostly just my brain slowly waking up from a long summer and saying Nooooo I don't want to remember! Hm... math is still fun though. Math, math math. Such a funny word.... math, math, math...

The problem with this whole blog idea is that I come of with great ideas on subjects of which to write about, but promptly forget them upon actually writing. So I pretty much just blather on about this and that, completely passing by what I really wanted to talk about. For example, I've been meaning to express for days my theory on Victoria's Secret models wanting to eat your soul instead of sell you underwear. Not to mention that I've meant to mention my fishes for days now. I guess I'm the forgetful sort, as of the late. Leaving my phone here and there...

After lunch today, my locker decided to be quite lovely and jam itself when I put merely a half of what I usually shove into lockers inside it. This wouldn't have been so bad, but it caused me not only to be late for French class, but to be completely lacking all supplies whatsoever. When Mme Bazanelle inquired where my notebook was, I was forced to acknowledge my supply-less state, instead of simply staring into space and pretending I hadn't noticed that all I was carrying to class was my lunch box and a sweater. Even though I spaced out through all of class, as what she was review seemed to go from understood to just plain confusing with her words, I was finally required to borrow a pencil (I hate asking people for stuff) and maybe some paper from my neighbor. Mme Hamer, I miss you! Mme Bazanelle may be an okay teacher, but she's also a tad bit frou! Yes, I really want to sing about verbs while you play the piano. Yes, I am in high school.

Thinking I have Logorrhea today? Not some obscure disease, but excessive talking. I sure can talk... hope you've enjoyed yourself. And comment please.

To end, a quote:
"Most people are other people. Their thoughts are someone else's opinions, their lives a mimicry, their passions a quotation." ~Oscar Wilde, De Profundis, 1905