"Life Long and Prosper, bitch!" January 31, 2011

I almost forgot to write this, despite Hippo's bringing it up about 54321 times today while we talked via Animal Crossing. So now I'm sitting here, in my pajamas, in the dark. Well, I'm watching my 'sleepy movie.' (The movie I fall asleep to.) Pirate Radio, actually. As per usual. Today was average, I'm still sick. So I just went to school miserable.
Today I saw: Not much. It snowed a little, though.
Today I heard: Again, not much. Hippo's voice a lot, I suppose.
Today I smelled: My mom's homemade potato soup. Good stuff.
Today I touched: My bed. A lot. I spent a lot of time on my bed.
Today I tasted: Potato soup. Yeah, I didn't eat my first two meals nor any snacks, sooo...

"You. Are. AMAZING." January 30, 2011

Yeah. I'm still feeling shitty. And I'm sitting here lonely, trying to imagine the fun I would have had at Austin's yesterday. And I know that isn't good, but it makes me feel a little better. I have to go to school tomorrow. I know, my life is hard. But I am sick and I really do want to curl up and die. I also want to slap some people with a fish. Oh well. I'm going to go because I am being stupid and I just want to shoot myself and everyone around me. Thanks anyway.
Today I saw: My room. Exciting.
Today I heard: Same old crap. Music, videos, coughing, Friends re runs.
Today I smelled: Popcorn. That wasn't all bad.
Today I touched: My tangle. Again. A lot.
Today I tasted: That same popcorn. Yum.

"The 'I'm about to steal yo' shit' look." January 29, 2011

Yeah. Judge me. I'm using a quote from a video as my quote of the day because I've spent all day alone and I still feel like crap.
Today I saw: Animal Crossing. I played a lot of Animal Crossing.
Today I heard: YouTube videos and music. Go ahead and judge.
Today I smelled: Not much. I can't smell a lot.
Today I touched: My snuggie. Yeah. I don't care.
Today I tasted: Not much, either. It hurt to eat.

"Ew. soggy." January, 28, 2011

Stupid sick day. Home alone all day, slept until noon. Same old, same old.
Lazy blogger is lazy.

"Crappy." January 27, 2011

I'm sick and miserable so I don't want to blog. I came home after fourth period and then slept until five.
Yeah, sorry.

"The classiest terradactyls ever." January 26, 2010

So, school sucked. But then I went out with Jill and we talked and drank our fancy hot cocoas. It was awesome. And I don't have much to blog about. I'm sorry, it was a boring day. I didn't even see Gunnar, Austin, Sarah or Hippo today. But I did get that gem of a quote.
Today I saw: An amazing design in my hot cocoa with Jill today. It was like a spider web.
Today I heard: Laughter. And swearing. The usual, I suppose. Just out of a not-so-usual mouth.
Today I smelled: Hot cocoa. Good stuff, good stuff.
Today I touched: The bus. Ew
Today I tasted: HOT COCOA. Again. Boring senses day. Sorry.

"Sometimes. Just sometimes I throw my hands which in the air. 'Where is the mayo?" January 25, 2011

Yeah. I watched anime and hung out with Trevor, Gunnar, Sarah, Hippo, Jackie, Austin. The usual. But you know what? I don't want to talk about that. Or how wet my feet are. I'm fed up. I'm fed up with being treated with less respect than any of our other friends because of my age. I'm fed up with not being able to even be truthful about my age because it would only make things worse. I'm tired of being ganged up on. I'm tired of being 'the girl who doesn't go here.' or 'the non-high schooler.' Okay. I get it. I know it's weird at first. And I'm sympathetic. But is that really the only thing you get out of knowing me. If the roles were reversed, whether is would be about me being ganged up on or about my age, I would never act that way. You know what the worst part is? The one who I'm closest to is the only who does it when it's just the two of us.
I would never do things just to piss any of them off. I don't have the heart to, and if I did they'd just hurt me. But because they have these advantages, they think it's okay. And despite the fact that I have seriously brought it up to all of them, they don't stop.
You want to know something else? I hate that they say things to me and then laugh because it was some inside trick that they won't tell me. ESPECIALLY Gunnar. God knows I think he's amazing. And I don't hate him for this, but it's not particularly fun for me. It's really unfair to me, and I could talk about it all the time and it probably wouldn't even change. That's freaking skippy. I know I sound like a whiny bitch for this. And maybe I am just a whiny bitch. But who else was I going to tell it to? The usual people are the ones I'm bitching about.
Oh and, if I was eavesdropping on the conversation correctly, I'm being left out of plans. Makes me feel great inside. Just awesome.
It's not easy posting this. Knowing someone you love will see it. But I promised myself that my blog wouldn't be compromised because Hippo reads it.
And now I'm going to post this, and Hippo's going to feel bad and the others just won't care. They won't even see this. And I can't tell them. And even if Hippo shows them, it's just going to look bad on my part.
Today I saw: Ouran High School Host Club, for the first time in ages.
Today I heard: New Iron and Wine album. Awesome.
Today I smelled: Take out that I didn't eat. Yep, yep
Today I touched: Table in the French room. Different, but nice.
Today I tasted: Not much, thinking about it.