I Hate...

I hate people. They're onerous (that's an excellent word. You should look it up) and quite fickle. I hate how a person can be happy and bubbly one day, and all depressed and angry the next.

I hate when people take their anger at others out on me.

I hate not seeing Bullfrog everyday. He's one of my best friends and I never see him anymore. It makes me sad.

I hate not having a Shugy class. Yammer has 3. IN A ROW.

I hate boys (except for Bullfrog and Cwitoburger). They annoy the ever loving crap out of me.

I hate that I have no free time anymore. I used to be able to read a couple books a week. I haven't even opened a book in about 2 weeks. It makes me sad.

I love reading.

I love my friends even when they're angry at someone else and they take it out on me.

I love being a lacrosse manager. I get to hang out with some awesome people and watch a sport that is super entertaining.

I love sleeping. : D But who doesn't.

I love my mommy. She's wonderful. She's the best mommy ever! >.<

I love being me. : )

I love horses and riding horses. It makes me incredibly happy.

 I love music and singing. I'm scared to sing in front of others but I'm so excited for the Tri-M concert at school.

I love the beach. I lived there for a while when I was younger and I loved it.

I love animals! All kinds! I don't love birds though... they scare me...

Well that's all I had to say.

Word of the Day:
Pococurante: (n): Caring little; indifferent; nonchalant; (adj): a careless or indifferent person

Later Days.

Mojo

I love this picture.

How Uneventful.

Yesterday was quite the uneventful day:

My AP Lang & Comp test was easy... ish. The multiple choice questions were pretty easy but and so were the essays, but each essay had about 50 parts to it. Ugh. Major ugh. But I think I did pretty well on it. I'll make sure to let you know. :)

Esu Mane, Cachinnator, and Cwitoburger would appreciate knowing that nothing happened between Gewgaw and I. I remembered how irritating he can be. But, much to their dismay, I also remembered why I was drawn to him in the first place. It's not that I like him or anything; it's mostly lusting which is bad, bad, bad, bad, bad. Bad, bad. Another reason why I'm going to Hell.

And another thing! Yesterday, at lunch, I was discussing Cwitoburger's clothing choice for the day. He was wearing jeans for about the first time ever! I was discussing this with The Puerto Rican Chef (PRC). She had noticed something quite fascinating. We (PRC and I) noticed that we can remember what Cwitoburger wears on a regular basis, but he can't remember what we wear. And so:

Lunchism #1:
Puerto Rican Chef: "What do we wear Cwitoburger?"
Cwitoburger: "I don't know... clothes... shirts...?"
Me: "Most of the time..."

XD

It was hilarious. Just to let you know.

Word of the Day:  
Pettifog: \ PET-ee-fog \ , verb;  
1. To bicker or quibble over trifles or unimportant matters. 
2. To carry on a petty, shifty, or unethical law business. 
3. To practice chicanery of any sort.

Well, I think that's enough for today.

Later Days.

 Mojo

 POUNCE!!!

Bubble Boy!

This morning in Victimology, Esu Mane and our teacher, Doormain, were discussing Bubble Boy  and people who are battered and beaten (don't ask), and Doormain said that the only way Bubble Boy could be battered was if someone was punching his bubble. Esu (who is extremely sleep deprived) then said:

Esuism #4:
"Someone wanted to burst his bubble... :D"

Apparently:
Vacuum+Spacesuits+Beating and Battering+Bubble Boy+Sleep Deprivation=Bubble Bursting....

Oh, Esu.

And on another note! I must introduce a new character, for she was rather upset that she isn't featured in my blog yet. Her name is Cachinnator. She is one of my best friends and I am sorry for not mentioning her sooner. YOU SEE THIS CACHINNATOR??? I'VE WRITTEN ABOUT YOU IN MY BLOG!! HAPPY???  Hurricane is also one of my best friends. Just so you guys know. She'll be in her at some point I'm sure. As will Cwitoburger. He'll be here eventually.

Anyway! Back to what I was saying... Wait... I wasn't saying anything... Oh, well.

Wrestling has ended. That means that Gewgaw will be at Lacrosse practice today. But it might be canceled because the weather is bad. It's rainy and gray and it hasn't stopped all day. I'm kind of hoping we have practice but at the same time I don't want to go... Well, I guess I'll just have to wait and see.

Alright. It's time for a reading quiz.

Later days.

Mojo

P.S.

Word of the Day: 
Tramontane: (\truh-MON-teyn\) , adjective: 1. Being or situated beyond the mountains. 2. Beyond the Alps as viewed from Italy; transalpine. 3. Of, pertaining to, or coming from the other side of the mountains. 4. Foreign; barbarous.
noun: 1. A person who lives beyond the mountains: formerly applied by the Italians to the peoples beyond the Alps, and by the latter to the Italians. 2. A foreigner; outlander; barbarian. 3. A violent, polar wind from the northwest that blows in southern France.