Sugar Rush

In my worst nightmare, my chapter tests last for hours. Unfortunatly, that nightmare came true. So this week has mainly featured a half- zombie me, being tossed like a rag doll by the retarded winds that were SUPPOSED to have died down over a week ago. My hair may officially look like I just ran a blowdryer over my head for the rest of my life. The only thing that has really kept me going this week through the finals and the wind are the endless sugar rushes that I keep giving myself. Yes, that's what the picture is supposed to represent. Not really deep, I know. Get over it. I'm tired. And I don't know whether this is from sleep deprivation or from sugar rushes or that I had too much sun, but during my physical education final, I swear I saw Barney. Maybe it was the winds going in my ear and blowing my sanity away. Anyway, this week I've decided that a person can only eat so much Wendy's and that Skittles Crazy Cores are extremely hard to find in stores. Orange tic-tacs are my absolute favorite flavor of tic-tacs in case you desperatly needed to know. Once, I ate the huge box that said family size in one day. "Less than two calories per mint!" Well, that's fantastic. I've already inhaled the box.

Five More Minutes!

I am one of those people that needs to be shoved forcefully out of bed to fully get going in the mornings. I'm a night person, always saving things till late and not always getting enough sleep. I just work better later on in the day. To make sure I at least know that I have to get up, I have to set two to three alarm clocks. Mine however, are not normal alarm clocks. I make sure nothing around me is particularly normal. They are alarm clocks with farm animals on the face, and each one wakes you up to the cheery sounds of mooing, quacking, or squawking. Quite peaceful really. Being weird of course, the only thing that bothers me about these clocks is the fact that my room is always filled with the sounds of ticking. Just a reminder that a bomb of farm animals are going to scream at me in the morning. And I will most likely shut them up and fall back into a deep sleep.

Freeze!

Most interesting quote of the day:
"Go, Go, Go! We're the squat team! Freeze! (squatting forcefully on the criminals in an attempt to knock them out, one after another.)

----My brother, who does know it's SWAT team. He was just being weird and rather random at the time. At least I think he knows it is. Hmm...
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Jello Legs and Golden Plates

I don't understand the purpose of collector plates. I read a news story on the msnbc.com news headlines the other day and it said that the First Lady bought plates worth more than I will have any time soon, to leave in the White House. This just made me think: what the heck is the purpose behind plates? You can't use for anything other than decorative purposes and will cost you some serious moolah if it breaks! Sure, they can look nice, but honestly, is it worth it? And the weird decorative ones with people's faces on them... I didn't understand those even as a child when I would go over to baby-sitters houses's who had them up. Do you need Wizard of Oz plates? Wouldn't it be better to get a picture or something? I just don't see the point behind the decorative Obama plates that you must have on your walls. Rush-order! If you need to see his image every day that badly, buy a picture.

Anyway, we've had two earthquake's today! One about 8:30 a.m., then another one about a half-hour ago that was registered as 4.5-5.0! I will never get used to the feeling of an earthquake! They feel so un-natural! I feel like jello for a good 15 minutes afterward! I'm guessing I'm probably a strawberry flavor, but I haven't tested it. Yet.
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I Dressed Up Special For Your Birthday!

One thing I have never understood is why the same girls that wear mini skirts the sizes of hairband and are not caught dead without a mirror must look as unattractive as possible to celebrate their friend's birthday! They do their hair strangely so that it sticks out to the side and hits the person beside them! They do their makeup so hideously, I almost wish it would be the regular caked on variety of "concealer." They wear pajama bottoms, one slipper, one shoe, one knee sock, no sock... you get the picture. Why? What drives you to want to look that way to celebrate things? And the sad thing is, is that they mainly do this to celebrate everything! I've seen girls that do this because they've made a sports team! What?! They wear signs in honor of their celebration so that everyone knows why they do this... kinda. Parents, honestly: Well, if you want to wear a tutu and fairy wings to school to celebrate Melissa's birthday, okay honey!

My friends just give me a card... jeez , I have been seriously bashed! I've decided that if I ever dress up strangely for an occasion and get the day wrong, all I have to do is get a peice of paper, string, and a marker and make a sign that says, "Happy Birthday___________ (fill in any generic name)!Because for some reason that would save me from the laughter of all my fellow classmates. The world makes no sense...

Monday...

Well, I've made it through the day! It took all of my ninja powers to do it though.
Every teacher in the entire school thinks it's a good idea to load us down with as much as they can to "prepare" us for finals. 'Cause more essays and tests might just decrease our sleep a little less. Sometimes, you have to do more work to get better grades, and teachers seem to look at finals like a special occasion or something, but honestly, you're not the only teacher that wants to add onto my already 10 pound book bag and 15 hours of work. When we come to school the next morning and we're all falling asleep, hopefully you'll remember that we do have 5-6 other classes, each with their own teacher who wants us to succeed with their tests too and so they prepare us the same way. Any child still perky and cheery, is probably a vampire who can't sleep in the first place. Well, I've procrastinated enough on here, although I think this rates up higher on the intellectual scale then video games do.
Goodbye and good(sleepless)night ,
Eilidh

A New Post in Which I Describe Myself

Nothing super exciting has happened lately. School starts tommorrow,whee, finals are in a week or two, the teachers still haven't told us anything about them, and now we have to get up again super early to make it to school on time, thanks so much for making school start at 7:20 school district, we all love you for that. Crud, I'm gonna die tommorrow. Well, yeah. That's life.

Well, I suppose I haven't said too much about me yet other than my rather angry post on my name. Hopefully you haven't read that yet, if you haven't, trust me you really don't have to.

Anyway, I'm a high-school freshman, have red hair, and eyes that change color. No, not all redheads are evil, only some... I'm one of those freakazoids that loves Harry Potter so much they end up on the news. And no, just because I'm loyal to HP dosen't mean I hate Twilight. In fact I love it quite a lot! Another love of mine is a very awesome band called the White Stripes. My poor family is forced to listen to endless Jack White for hours at a time. I love playing guitar, which i have officially played since June '08. I played so much, my parents took a hint and got me Bella Rose, my wondeful acoustic electric. Twilight didn't inspire that one, just simply put the name into my head! She's red, that's where the Rose came from. I also love to do theatre for my city, although I'd love to do more if I could. I love doing musicals (no, they are not all happy and cheery), although I'm totally cool with doing plays too. I'm not in a show as of now, hopefully soon someone will do a show which includes parts for people my age. That would be nice!

I'll write again soon. I'm off to eat my breakfasty dinner which comprises of scrambled eggs and tater totts.