OHLOOK. A FAT RED BACKPACK.

This morning is kind of a blur to me right now. I remember I woke up already kind of late to school, although I'm never really late, and I couldn't find my glasses. So I was all.. ocrap, where are theeeyy. Aha. And glasses are really the worst things to LOOK for. 'cause guess what! YOU CAN'T SEE. :] Then I remembered that I did a special face cleaning ritual with this 3-step stuff the night before. I left my glasses on the bathroom counter. So by the time I get ready, I kinda have to run through the crowd of people as they really slooowwwly [jeez, don't you want to get to class, oh right, you don't. and I'm talking leanwidditrockwiddit slow, btw.] make their way to their rooms. Uh. Then in Math class, wow. All I can mention is that I got like 15 consecutive calls from a restricted number. SCARY. Aha. It was more of uh.. vibrateee. oh gosh.. vibraaaaaate moar.. feeling though. Uh. English/History test was eaaasy, hopefully I aced it. Lunch was just.. oh. SHE WHO'S NAME SHALL NOT BE SPOKEN WANTED TO PLAY A DUET WITH ME. EW. I was like, kay. THEN SHE WANTED TO PLAY MY VIOLIN. I played her cello, oh gosh, but at least I can vibrato on it really easily. Then Science, another movie! FORREST GUMP [for the first time, I know, pathetic]. FORREST TALKS RETARDED. LMFAO. Aha. Freaking teacher doesn't deserve the title.. or a voice either for that matter. Gosh. Art, She Who's Name Shall Not Be Spoken wanted to be partners, too bad I'm too nice to reject! Grr. We did a "Good Bye Stickman" obituary. Of course I did all of the work, and she was saying, "I feel like I'm not doing anything!" WELL, DO IT YOURSELF THEN. I didn't even want to do an obituary, I wanted to do a Goodbye Letter. But no! Ugh. Orchestra, I CAN PLAY VIVALDI SPRING, YESSSS. 'nuff said.

I come home to Mommy, looking for Miggy. I go downstairs. OHLOOK. A FAT RED BACKPACK. Someone's been here. Spencer, has to be. Who else would have a fat red backpack with what I'm sure is a gallon of water inside. And Estebonboncinnabon, if you're reading this.. wow. I was preparing to say, you're lucky I don't have yellow. BUT I DO. OH JOY! Darn, you can probably barely read this. But that's better. IN YOH FACE. FEEL GOOD FOR YOUR EYES? I'm done.. that kind of hurts now. Yeah. So then I kinda just.. facebook pointlessly.. y'know. I hear loud stomping [dancing, it sounds like stomping. Gah.] and voices, so I go upstairs. Miggy's on the stool in the kitchen and I hear from the bathroom,
"HI ZOE." Spencer.
"I went through your backpack." The first response came from Miggy, unless you count Spencer's face [in awe. :]]
"Why would you do that?" Miggy. Ahah. But I didn't actually do it, it was kind of just funny. They were conversing about how I didn't even say hi [why would I. >:O] and after Spence greeted me that I was my response. My brother and I, and I guess ESSPEEE too, are long reactors. If you know what I mean.. that means we take a long time to get over funny, at least at the time, situations. But when we get over it, it's gone, until we reminisce about it and start cracking up just as hard. So thennn.. argh. OH. We get food. We walk all the way to ... well.. far because I thought the Japanese restaurant [way closer] closed during lunch. BUT APPARENTLY THEY DON'T ON FRIDAYS. So we ate there. I ordered Chicken Teridon. Yum. WE PLAYED GHOST. I won't explain, but it's like HORSE, with words. Miggy lost-ed, and he analogized the feeling of getting a letter as if being a vampire and getting staked in the heart slowly.. Slowly turning to dust, or.. a GHOST. :] Smart, huh? Aha. By the way, Spencer's still here with us eating when this happens, which makes it twice as funny. My mom's good at the game. :] So yeaaah. I would go on about the game, but you probably don't know it. All I can say is, I spelled eviscerate wrong. One letter off. Gah. Then.. they went and got coffee while Mom and I went home. I went downstairs and facebooked. Then I heard more stomping.. actually! I didn't! I went upstairs into the living room, and heard loud voices from outside. I opened the door without even confirming that it was them. Yeaaah. Gaah so yeah, they dance around while I chew some BIG RED [GRRR.] and yeaah. Then I go to ballet. I had the good group for across-the-floor! Yadayada. CRAP. My Spring Show Permission Slip is due tomorrow. Man. Kay. Then.. Ate Mirra comes with the family [byebyespencer] to get Indian food.. Then I made burnt cinnamon rolls.. HAHA. ESTEBONBONCINNABON. And uhh.. have some more daily crackupable interactions with the bug-to-the-left. LEIK, OHMAIGAW, LEIK I CAN'T EVEN SAY IT RIGHT NOW! That's a direct quote. Reread it Valley Girl style. :] And so now I'm here. Haha. /becomes Street Fighter IV audience.


staaaycool. :] &haveagoodweekend! CAUSE THE WORLD MIGHT END IN 30 YEARS. :] LOL. WOW. OKAY BYE.


ps. the world might end.. was another funny topic today. :] PAYCE.