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.

A Rambling Post.

WARNING: This is a rambling post! If you do not wish to read a rambling post, please ignore the following ramble!

Your Friendly Friend,
Mojo

 I have started this blog in the middle of winter. But, nothing very exciting happens in the winter time.  Summer is where it's at! This past summer was quite an eventful one for me. I changed quite a bit. I shall inform my faithful followers (all 2 of them) of my plights and adventures of the summer.

This summer I went through a gallimaufry of changes (that was for you Esu! >.<). I worked as a lifeguard at my neighborhood pool and I loved it. It was a fun summer and a hot one. I made new friends and I came into my own (finally). There was one lifeguard named Ginger Lifeguard. He was awesome! Attractive, tall, funny cute. He had it going on (;D). He liked Hurricane first but when he learned that she had a boyfriend he turned his attention to the Cachinnator and I. That was... interesting, to say the least. I have some interesting stories about that whole situation that went on there... (nothing bad just funny stuff). When I got back to school in the fall, my confidence was at an all time high, which was only bolstered by the attention of Gewgaw. I felt different, better, more me than ever before. It was overall a fun and strange summer. I enjoyed it immensely. :D

Yesterday was pretty average. Victimology, Honors Español 3, AP Psych, AP Language and Composition. The AP Literature teacher came in to convince all of us to take AP Lit next year. I was already going to take it so it was pretty much a moot point. (Moot is a great word by the way.) Lacrosse practice was average. (Monday we organized and folded jerseys. According to my sister, that evening when I got in the car I smelled like dirty boys. And I did. Grody.)

Speaking of lacrosse practice, yesterday at the rather average lacrosse practice, Esu Mane and the lady friend of Young Master Bill were backing up to get away from the scrimmaging lacrosse players. They both backed into a tree and said"

Esuism #5:
Together: "Oh, hi Tree!"
Esu: "Did we both just say 'hi' to the tree??"

Ahh, the things said to inanimate objects. 

I have discovered a most wonderful word on this very morning!

Word of the Day:
Hircine: (adj.)
1. of, or pertaining to, or resembling a goat
2. having a goatish odor
3. lustful; libidinous

It is quite fantastic is it not?? Esu Mane suggested I change Gewgaw to Hircine... but that's a lot of effort. I'm not going to. I'm waaaayyyy too lazy for that.

Well, I've already written too much so I shall take my leave.

Later Days.

Mojo

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.