This might be my longest post yet...

with everything going on and less time then I'm used to I have to condenced to one post for like, a week! It's tragic, it's saddening, and it's time for me to move on. I'll tell you now, it's scary how much school has started to dictaite my life. I'll try not to say much about it, but I find the need to write something about it.
On Monday or Tuesday my mom called down to tell me that I might want to be getting up. It was 6:15 and I'd lost 45 minutes of my usual prep time. I was awake and moving I'll tell you! Did you know that it's possible to take a 5 minute shower? I found out that it is, but I can't say how fresh I was that morning. Anyway, I was in such a rush that I got done even earlier then the norm. But no way am I going to try that again. I was like, mutant zombie girl from highschool. Not a good way to look on the bus in the morning.

What's next? Yeah, if ya read my last post ya'd know that I got a reaction a.k.a. sick from my booster shots. I was queen for the day with my loyal subjects of used toilet paper (forgot aboutthe kleenexes next to me...) scattered around me. My High Chancellor Roll was trying to convince me to allow all the subjects to move into their proper dwelling, but since I was so sick and bumming out, I went on to drone him out with Nemo. See? I was very sick. But I can never get tired of Dory. I mean "Just keep swimming, just keep swimming. ha-ha-ha-ha. When you want to swim you want to swim..." is a classic, and so stuck in my head. BUT ANYWAY, back to my point. I had a lot of make-up work to do at school. And not the face make-up either. : ) But since I missed three days I also missed 4 tests or quizzes. Tell you know their not making my GPA look pretty. But today I had to make up all four of them in a row. It was very bong-bong-bong-bong for me. And now I'm done with school talk.

Normal life. Actually, I just realized I don't have one. That's very sad. Oh well. I'm surviving so it can't be life threatening. Yet...
My weekend plans are simple. Get my homework done today so I can read all say tommorow. I got some Dickens with me, and want to get an Austen too. I might even try Sense and Sensibility... Again. But anyway, it's predicted to rain a lot this weekend so I'm going to stock up. I might even post again tomorrow!! Isn't it exciting?!?! Sorry, this rains making me go a little crazy here. And please awwwwwwwwwww.... when you look at my profile picture. It'll make my day complete. Also, notice the update of the blog. Slightly blah, but I like the colors. And do my poll! And if I don't have a really good author up, tell me so I can read it!

Those brainwashing sessions...

I do declare *please think with a hoity-toity Southern accent, then remove from mind* brainwashing session was a complete bust. Already the write every day thing has decide to throw it's self out of the window's mind. And I did have something to write about too. Little sis had her first soccer game in this soccer program thingy. Guess what? Her team won! I wonder how much she played? (NEWS REPORT: With little sis reading over shoulder *clearing of throat to show this in future is now a no-no* I have to report she played the entire game. Course, now the question is how well.) The team won 6-0. Oh, and their name Purple Lightning. (With the way these little sis comments are coming in I should devote a color of warning for these pop-ups. A thought to consider. Well, here goes. It was between that our Purple People Eaters (which I think seems much better then PURPLE LIGHTNING) I, of course, voted for The Ladies (due to the fact the couch calles us ladies) even though one couldn't really vote for it as it was only between PL and PPE. End of little sis comment.) I would also like to call attention to the fact that if one is to say hermit over and over again Hermit the Frog's name is to come to mind. Know I have to worry that when you first read the blog's title that you thought of a frog, a puppet frog in fact, an anoying tells horrible jokes frog. Devastation comes to mind at these sentences. Also, a question. A question of great importance, of... well, my hair. Yeah. When one has curls and you grow out your hair do the curls become curlier or not? I'm thinking of growing out my hair, but I'm beginning to get those (to myself) annoying Goldilocks lookin' curls. I might not have minded terribly but with that picture in head (and the three bears story to follow) I rather dislike them. Anyway, what would I call them? Brownielocks? that sounds like brownies shaped into the shape of locks with an uncreative cheif naming the dish. Or worse, the picture of brownie curls ON ONE'S HEAD comes to mind also. Neither leaving one much hope on the appearance of growing curls. I probaly will just grow them out anyway even if they will become my own brownielocks just 'cause I've never had hair more then a couple of inches down my back. So good-bye and signing off in a weird language.