Wow I'm Cool

Guys-

or should i say girls?

I'm seriously obsessed.

I love love love love love getting comments from you guys!

makes me soooo wondrously happy!

Im pretty sure my "comments" tab is so tired of being clicked on 

every 3 hours to see if  I have anything new!

I really want a voice in my computer that just says "you've got a new comment"

like from the movie You've Got Mail.

love Meg Ryan in that movie. so cute.

but anyway, every time one of them gets an email from
the other you hear that catchy little voice...

"you've got mail"

I guess what im saying is please keep commenting!

it makes me extremely happy and I love replying to you guys and getting to know you.

and believe me, if you comment, i'm more than likely gonna stalk your blog so much more ;)

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I've been bored again today in 8th hr and so i looked up some creepy pick lines!

so take a look at these and imagine Eugene saying it

"Hi, I'm foreign. I have Russian hands and Roman fingers.

Wanna see them? They're from the last girls to turn me down."

"Hey, excuse me…Can you help me?  Let me get your opinion.  

Does this rag smell like chloroform?"

 "Are you from Tennessee? Because your license plate says so. 

I had to follow you for four hours to get you to stop. Which house was yours again?"

um....I would probably die from a heart-attack laughing so hard if someone said one of these to me.

Though I too would be entirely creeped out first! haha

8th hour

is my study hall period.

my favorite period of the day.

the period I do absolutely nothing in almost every day.

There is usually only four of us in there:

Mrs. C-our awesome librarian who I vent to each day and who cracks jokes with me

Nicci-our hilarious cook who comes up to the library to hang out the last period of the day

Alex-a boy in my class who is not only a genius but who has almost any electronic toy you can imagine

and me.

some days my best friend Taylor joins us.

Well us four (sometimes five) have many, many, adventures and stories

every day we end the school day laughing hysterically.

more stories of 8th hour period to come.

Today Taylor and I spent the whole hour watching youtube tutorials

on you to french braid our bangs back.

This at first was a big fail.

than we began to succeed!

we're not perfect but. . . a work in progress

Taylor practiced on my hair which is fairly long, it had been in a bun all day since it was a tad bit frizzy this morning. When I took it out to let her practice I was swallowed up by the ginormous monster that had replaced the strands I once called hair. It was digustingly frizzy and poofy and I look about like this.

  but about 10X longer than that!

I'm pretty sure It looked like nasty dreadlocks.

this is true.

I'm afraid my dear friend Taylor was disgusted also. ( oh well what are friends for )

Trying to hide the mess from any onlookers was a difficult job. 

Hiding it for basketball practice was also a trick.

I failed miserably.

Also I came across this extraordinary video

for all the boys out there,

this is a good tip.

I recommend this to all in fact.

as I read this I couldn't help but think;

what a strange looking man

he is giving advice to men about women!?

g-a-z-e

if a guy added me on facebook with a gaze I'd call security

facebook doesn't have security to call

ugly man

yuck dumpster juice breath??

please tell me you like it too! hehehehe