Aaah!

Hey guys!

So there was stuff I was gonna write about, but it's been a while, so I'll be brief.

The Hunger Games is awesome. Go watch it.

Also, gmail was being an ass, so it took me forever to figure out how I could log on so that I could post. It turns out that the username I used to create the account was my email address, but the account wasn't actually like connected to that account and it was just my username, which is highly confusing and I don't recommend it. (I also don't recommend attempting to understand that last sentence.)


So!

It's September again. Whee. I had a fairly nice summer, went to a few fairs, hung out with some pretty awesome people, and spent an absurd amount of time sleeping and playing pointless games on the computer.

Also, the view from the roof of your local school is probably quite nice. At least, the view from mine is. Also nice are those lovely Piggly Wiggly t-shirts that come in spectacular shades of neon. Combining the two is another thing I don't recommend, however, since some people seem to get quite fussy about people being on school roofs, and neon makes you far too easy to identify(Children, heed me on this: If you're going to break the law, don't do it while wearing neon).


Oh, and I started high school. Yay. (feel free to take that sarcasticly) I don't think I've actually been able to figure out where my locker is without taking the long way through both hallways at least once between classes. On the upside, though, there's lots of awesome people in my classes, even if they keep putting me in the freaking corner(It sucks being a W. You know how many teachers seat you alphebetically by last name? Pretty much every fraking one.)


The Zipper! (The carnival ride, not what's on your pants)
I was going to ramble on about that, wasn't I?
Right.
Well, let me say that unless you enjoy being flipped upside down for what feels like wayy to long, then the anticipation is actually better then the ride. Also, don't wear flipflops. They have an irritating tendency to come off and end up flying up around your head, and if what's on the bottom of your flipflops is anything near as nasty as mine, you don't want that anywhere near your face.