Airheads and Campus Intruders

Today, I took three tests and competed in two class competitions. One involved whacking people with sticks (Hockey) and seriously I don't think I'll be bruise or blister free until we move on to weight lifting. I'm so clumsy that by point, I'll most likely have broken my foot by dropping a weight on it. Trust me, it's probably not too far off from the truth. So, yeah... stress has been the overlying theme lately and I don't like it. We all know that teachers get together to devise plans to torture their students the most and today's diabolical plot included all 3 tests and the 2 competitions, but then for extra torment, they added an intruder drill to the day's events. It is during these times that I begin to wonder how some people at my school are able to get dressed by themselves in the morning they are so unintelligent.

During my hockey game (also lovingly reffered to as the gauntlet), my Physical Education teacher had everyone sit down on the burning hot asphalt to explain the appropriate response if an emergency sitaution were ever to occur whilest we were busy outside being physically abused by the opposing team. The plan: "Run like hell teenagers." Not that she said that persay, but it's the thought that counts, right? She states that since we are not near a building we can lock the door to or hide quietly in like all the other lucky students in the classrooms this period, and she is not going to have us evacuate to the tennis courts like the administrators suggested, we just have to run for our lives. Literally. (Sidenote: The tennis courts admin? Really? What, is the the chainlink fence going to protect us? Because it seems to me like then all we would have accomplished is that then we'd all be penned up and open to any danger that was coming at us... but that's just me! You're the one with the important job!) Anyway, our heavily tanned PE instructor also sees fit to inform us that if she gets to the locker rooms before us, that's just too bad for us because she's gonna lock the doors the second she's inside. She's got people at home... sorry adolescents. "So that's pretty much it. Any questions?" she asks. A hand slowly raises in the back and whippit thin coach calls on one of those unintelligants I was telling you of before. (Yeah, we finally got to the point here...) She asks: " But what if they...*gum smack*... like.. start shooting at us?" in the disgusting, nasally, beach babe voice. (Yes, she's also tan, has piercings, and wears platinum blond hair extensions. She's practically a walking stereotype.) Teacher looks at her in the wow, you are very stupid kind of way and luckily dosen't have to answer this because a boy in the back who isn't the smartest bulb in the box can still know the answer: "You keep running and duck. Duh." The teacher sighs heavily and begins to take attendance when stereotype in the back's annoying voice rings out again. This time it says, "But I like..*gum smack* can't duck." (Only she says it more like du-uck in a whiney sort of tone. Apparently she's expecting that her Daddy can come fix her unathletic neck problems by paying someone a large sum of money or something...) Well honey, ... then you'd be dead. That's why you'd be running away from any potential danger or threat on campus in the first place.

Thank goodness this whole scenario is hypothetical...

Kittens, Eyeballs, and 107 Degree Heat, Oh My!

I am dead tired. Like physically, mentally, and emotionally exhausted. Once again, I have to apologize for not writing anything recently, but this time I totally have a legit excuse! Well, maybe. Since my last post, I've adopted two hyperactive kittens that now live in my room almost full time, have stayed up more than 7 hours to complete one assignment for a class (not surprising that it was for an honors course), and run a mile in 107 degree weather. Hopefully you know that it as been 107 degrees Farenheit. If not, I'm concerned for you and me because either you need to re-evaluate your thought processing skills or I'm gonna need some freakin' good air conditioning! And on a completely un-related note, kittens apparentely can learn how to drink from a straw by watching you drink your Starbucks. Just sayin. Anywho, along with my tiring schedule of kittens, hw, kittens, hw, kittens, sleep, kittens, sleep; I also have school during the day which is just about the final blow. Today I woke up, rolled out of bed and rushed my tired self to school, just in time for my first class, science. Thank goodness I thought! I'm not late and I had time to grab the comp book I've been needing! I sit down expecting the usual boring lecture about light waves that were cool for like two days. Two weeks, not so much. But oh! A new topic today! The human eye?! That's great! Something new, something to keep me from falling asleep! Wait, why are you putting on gloves? What's in that bucket? Oh. Then I wasn't so excited. The bucket was full of cow eyeballs that were still in the preserved eye socket. And she held one right over my desk. I almost puked and/or cryed. Suddenly, she puts it back and is searching for a different example, but none of the nine in there are meeting her expectations. She says and I quote: "Hmm.... I think it's in one of the other buckets." It's horrible enough to have one eyeball in your possession, but to have three buckets full of eyeballs sloshing around in their preservative juice? Now that is just wrong and very frightening. She also told the girl in the back to look in the cabinet right above her desk for cow eye bucket #3. But look out because the other body parts might fall out if you aren't careful! Everybody's heads slowly crane towards her, slightly fearful and very concerned. She says nervously: "Oh, they're not human! Nervous laugh...cough... cough." Umm...I think I need to get a pass to the bathroom... and never come back. And now,once again on an un-related note, the kittens are biting my toe. A clear sign that it is time to sleep because I might mess up their important mid- morning play time if I'm not asleep soon. So, I bid you all adieu and goodnight, Eilidh.

Yes, I have been gone a long time. No, there still isn't a good reason why.

I've been busy, it happens. Then I came back and noticed that I still have followers (gasp!)and was so astounded you people didn't just click that button and un-follow me in frustration. I could have possibly run away to the circus, or something, you never know! But I guess now you know whether I did or not. Hmm... I need to work on my little white lie telling skills. So back to the original topic, I decided to write something for you lovely people. I've been apart of a play, went on a short 2 week vacation (that seemed like forever...) and started school since I last talked to you lot. Seems like a very long time to me but in reality all of these things have happened rather quickly. For school, they asked us to fill out a questionnaire and I felt like making my own to sum up my life as of recently. I am: A.) Dead Tired, B.) watching an Elvis vs. Michael Jackson documentary instead of finishing homework, C.) having a fit over being forced to deal with psychotic teachers, or D.) all of the above.

Can you guess which one is correct? (really not that difficult...)
Anywho, sorry about this one being rather short but I need to finally sleep as it is Friday and I am just tired of typing now. Goodnight and promises to write much more often!

-Eilidh-

The answer was D. Just so you know.

I had too much sugar

I'm tired. And my bones are achey and I have an essay to write. A script to memorize. Tweets to put up. I know. None of these are good enough excuses as to why I haven't written a post in months. And they make me sound a bit like an 80 year old. But I've also been spending time on watching movies about vampires and auditioning for things! Still not good enough... I know... But out of all the horribly exciting things I've been up to, I'm not going to post anything about them. I want to say that the economy should be the cause behind people working hard and long shifts and jobs to pay for regular daily fees. But today I received tsomething that makes me believe that many are slacking off and falling asleep on the job. I received TWO spoons in my Wendy's take out bag. That's right. Two. It's practically a crime. You don't put two spoons in someone's meal bag! What if this makes the customer think that the person working at the spoon factory, which in a side note here is where I've always dreamed of working, is telling them they need to eat double the usual amount of ice cream or other assorted food that you eat with a spoon because the are much too skinny. Then this hypothetical person, shall we call her Sally, eats 2x what she was planning and ends up severly overweight over the years. Then she starts puking it out to make herself skinny again and destroys her self-image. So this lazy person probably half-asleep has ruined Sally's life. Or it could just mean that I have an overactive imagination. It's just me huh? Anyway...

Easter Thoughts

It's Easter. Yay! ...I think. It's a day to honor of Jesus rising from the dead and a day to eat free cnady. Which is always a good holiday in my opinion. Easter is almost always a day with good weather and little kids dressed up in church clothes, looking through grass and dirt to find brightly colored eggs. Which is all good fun. I kinda miss the whole time when I was a litttle kid and I still believed in all the fantastical creatures that come and leave you things while you're sleeping. Which seems like it could be a good thing, but I've always been a pretty wary of that idea. Even now, I'm worried that some stupid rabbit looking like a huge dark shadow is gonna walk across my floor and leave me a basket of unknown origion while I'm sleeping. And then he's gonna take food from my fridge and hide it in the back yard. Yeah, real mature! Fine you stupid rabbit. You wear pastels and like to take pictures with little kids on your lap. You watch me while I'm sleeping so you can sneak into my room and leave me undetermined items in a basket, then take my food and hide it so we have to look for it later in trees and bushes. Go team up with Santa and we'll have a mystical perv fest! Yay! Well, have a happy Easter anyways peoples!

I am a Mutant. But not in a Ninja Turtle way.

Don't believe me? Well, it's true! Red hair is created by a mutation of a common hair gene. Weird huh? Always knew there had to be an explanation for my weirdness! My friend keeps telling me I should use it as an excuse. Perhaps: "I got a D on your test? Well, I'm sorry. I have a mutated gene." or "You know, my mutated gene might make it hard for me to run the mile. Sorry!" It might work, who knows? Until my teachers looked it up. Since I learned of this, reheads seem to be following me. Michael Jackson does too, but that is an entirely different matter. Either way, I intend to move Denmark and will most likely never move to Canada. Because the people in Denmark think redheads are lucky and give us our own holiday! Canadians give us a holiday too, but it's a little bit different. "Kick a Ginger Day." It's officially celebrated on November 20 and is being celebrated more and more every year all over the world. And those "mature" bastards based it off a South park episode. I recently watched a vid on youtube on red heads. It is very cleverly titled "Red Hair." Which pretty much sums up everything you could possibly want to know about redheads throughout the history of the world. I love her opinions on the whole Kick a Ginger thing. Quote: " Yah. Smart idea. We have a fiery temper, we're unlucky, and we're f-in crazy. Go ahead and kick me and see what happens!" Haha... so I'll leave you with that video so you can not have to be lazy and not look it up. Here:

Just thought I would write a quick post tonight. Which is odd that I choose to wrote when I have a pretty hectic schedule tonight but when I have hours of time, I do nothing. Oh well, I'm off to get the Twilight DVD at a midnight party with my besties and hopefully it'll be a great night! I'm gonna do my hair up all Alicey and look all pale and see if I convince anybody! Haha... wouldn't that be something? I should stare into space a lot and then start skipping and analyzing people's outfits. Ha, this is gonna be great. Well, I've got to run, so have fun duckies.
-Eilidh

Yes, I just called you a duck. Get over it.