I REMEMBERED WHAT I WAS GONNA WRITE ABOUT!

See? The rambling got me somewhere!! Guyz guyz guyz this is exciting Chaos remembered something!

Anyhoo(I have dignity I swear)

So there was this girl the other day. (I have such potential for novels dont I, just look at that marvelous opening)

Her and two of her friends were walking into the school(it was right at the end of lunch), and I was lurking hanging out by the front doors, alone.(The person I'd been waiting for hadn't shown) Anyway, this girl walks by, says

"Hey gorgeous!"

(somewhat confusing. Most people's nicknames for me are slightly less flattering and tend to refer to my hair colour.)

"...Hey?"

"Yeah, I'm talking to you!"

Girl and friends continue on to wherever they're going, I continue my lurking.  But this was possibly my favorite thing that happened that week.

Cus it was nice.
Don't get me wrong, there are plenty of nice people out there. But I think a lot of people, maybe most people aren't as nice as they could be. I know I'm not.
Because lets be honest here, how many of you are likely to go out of your way to do something nice? It's been a busy day, you're bored, or tired, or feeling sick, or had a bad day, or late for class, or worried about friends or family, or just plain lazy.

Take my school, for instance. Most doors leading out of said school are one way. They are, however, made mostly of glass. One of these doors happens to be right next to a main stairway, and me and someone else had gotten locked out. We knocked, waved, and generally tried to get someone, out of the dozens of people flooding up the stairs, to take the time it took to walk ten feet, and push open a door. Aside from the one kid that saw us, stopped, laughed, and continued walking, most people just kept going.
This happens a lot, as school staff don't appreciate kids blocking doors open. Most of the time we get let in by a friend. There is only one kid, out of all the ones who take those stairs at that time, who isn't a friend, that consistently takes the time to let us in.

I don't know his name, but he's nice, he's friendly, and he's considerate. His class room doesn't even require going up the stairs-the special ed kids have their own room.

Someday I shall go give all these nice people hugs.
So maybe some of you could take the time and do something nice. Who knows, maybe you'll get hugged by an odd blonde chick!

On that note, farewell!

You are all gorgeous, gorgeous bananas.

Boom

Greetings to my fellow bananas!

I was gonna write about something, but I forgot what it was. So, true to character, I'm writing this post anyway!
Maybe we'll get there in the end.

WAFFLES:
How did people make waffles before waffle irons? Was there special pans? Did they use oddly shaped pudgy-pie makers over a fire? Did waffles simply not exist? Who invented waffles? Who looked at a pancake and said "You know what, I bet this would taste better if it was square and looked like it had maybe been stepped on."
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So, I'm not sure if I mentioned this, but high school is sort of like drama incarnate. Or maybe it's just my family. Public school isn't high on the list, but we ain't bad at drama!

Speaking of drama, I'm in it! Drama incarnate on so many levels!
Drama club, I mean. And before you ask, no, I can't act.
But (after multiple parental debates) I'm doing it anyway!
(See the trend yet?)

TODAY WAS FRICKEN SUNNY AND GORGEOUS AND I WANT TO BOTTLE IT UP SO I CAN ENJOY IT TOMORROW IN ALGEBRA

Conversation Of The Day:

"If unicorns are horny horses, what are reindeer?"
"Gay."

Speaking of gay people(and bi people and straight people and trans people and confused people and queer people and also aliens who like humans and vice versa(whovians, I'm looking at you)), I participated in The Day Of Silence on the 18th. And also the 28th. Our school did it late. While I'm ashamed to admit that I lost my(rather cheap but wholeheartedly rainbow)ribbon signifying my support, I would like to share my thoughts with you bananas out there:

1.Not talking is hard. I know, that sounds like a no-brainer, or for some of you it sounds like an exaggeration. For me, it was hard. I talk. I talk a lot. I may not always make sense, and I may not always be telling the truth, but I like talking. I like singing possibly more than I like talking, and the temptation to sing Alex Day and Evanescence down the hallways like I usually do was unbelieveably annoying. (certain people may have been grateful. My singing as been described as many things, including annoying(and also angelic, but I think she may have been slightly sarcastic))

2.Some people missed the point of the day. The point was not to flail silently at those who slipped up and spoke, nor was it to prove how good of a person or a friend you are. It was simply to draw attention to the harassment that those who do not conform to society's definition of "normal"(ie, straight), by attempting to demonstrate how hard it is to be afraid of speaking aloud.

3.Could someone tell me the definition of queer? No one seemed to be able to give a satisfactory response to this.


~Chaos out

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.

Avengers!

So I went to the movies to see Avengers the other day.

Exciting, no? I went with my friend, my sister, and my mom.

Yeah, I know. I have no life.


So, I'm probably like the least qualified person on the planet to judge this movie, for various reasons. A., I've never seen Batman, Ironman, Superman, or Captin America. In fact, I didn't even know there was a Captan America until recently. My only experience with The Hulk was a 5 minute long portion of a movie, where a big green man rips apart a house, and some blonde chick runs around screaming. The only superhero movie I have seen all the way through is Spiderman, and, as the whole thing was in Spanish, my comprehension level was pretty low.

Ok, my biggest reason for going was because I'm a Whedon fangirl. Sorry, superhero lovers.

So, anyway, there are a few(totally unqualified)things I'd like to say about the Avengers:

1) Loki is awesome. (The horns that randomly sprout from his head are good for jokes, too)

2) Why are there no girl superheros? There's that one chick in black(I thought someone said she was the Black Widow, but I'm miss clueless here, and that meant next to nothing in my book), but aside from that, it's all testosterone and big muscles. No evil temptress, even.

3) Seeing the other superhero movies would totally have been a plus.

4) What's with the ending clip? "To attack Earth would be to court death", or something? WTF, producers. That is one of the worst "make you wanna watch the sequel" ending I have ever seen(excepting the one in the 1st half of Breaking Dawn. The Volturi are not supposed to pretend to be funny).

5) Thor is totally hot.


So, now that you've read the planet's most unqualified movie review(written by your's truely), I bid you adiu! Later I shall post about the begining of summer, the failings of the Zipper, and prehaps an infinately-more-qualified opinion of The Hunger Games movie.


P.S

In case I haven't made it clear:

Go see the movie. See it now. It is awesome. It is directed by Joss Whedon, therefor it is awesome.

P.P.S

If you don't know who Whedon is, that is sad.  Go watch Serenity, or maybe Firefly, you sad, sad person.

I Found Waldo!

It occured to me the other day that I haven't posted on here in ages. So that's what I'm doing. Posting. Yup.

Anyway, I  found Waldo. You know, those obnoxious picture books full of stripes? I hated those things as a kid, mostly because I was so freaking bad at them. This Waldo, though, happened to be at the market, not in some dinky picture book. Actually, there was like five. Yes. There was a bunch of random people in stripey suit things, running around by the capitol. I think there was something called "crazy-legs" going on, which I guess accounts for at least the legs of the costumes.

Also, I have decided to be a legendary roof hobo when I get old enough to be a hobo, however old that is. I shall live in Chicago and live on people's roofs, and jump from roof to roof like superwoman, and if you catch me, I will give you doughnuts. Legendary roof hobo. You heard it here first.

Hey, do you remember that? When you knew what you were going to be, and why, and the sky was the limit, because I was going to be a princess, by god! Or an actor, or an author, or a painter, or a juggler, or a vet, or a firefighter, or a taxidermist, or whatever the heck it was. You know, for a year or two there, I wanted to be a collage student. Why? Because all the collage students I knew were awesome, and I wanted to be just like them(Hey! Jeremy! Matt! You people! Yeah! You! I'm talkin' 'bout you!). Weird, right? And people were always like "oh, you should be an author" or "You should write a book!, since I read so much. See, no one got it. I didn't want to be an author. I didn't want to make the books-I wanted to read them. But that was silly, so I told them I already was, and that was that. Actually, even though I didn't want to be an author, I did try to write something once. It involved mermaids and my best friend(Yo! Skitts! Yup. You were a mermaid!), and was pretty much a complete rip-off from the Fairy Realm books, which happened to be my favorite series at the time. Actually, I ran across that series at my library recently, and was astonished to find that, as opposed to what I'd thought, there were like 10 books. I'd thought I'd read the whole series, and there was a whole bunch of books I'd never even heard of! I thought about reading them, but I was too busy with trying to read Shine in one day for Battle Of The Books, and then I forgot.

Alright! Random question time! If you could go back to one time in your life, when would it be? Only back, not forward.
Me, I'd go back to when I was eight. I liked being eight.  No one had moved yet, most of my friends lived within a block, I had no real enemies, there was no huge last-minute English projects, and no one minded much if an eight-year-old tore through their backyard. Nowadays, none of my friends are in walking distance, I've been told quite a few people dislike me, I've got school 5 days a week, and the last time I wandered into someone's backyard, they told me it was private property.
    Or yesterday. Yesterday was pretty fun, or at least the last three minutes of school were.
Or maybe I'd try being a baby again. Being a baby seems boring though, so that'd be a last resort.

Well, I'm off. Maybe I'll actually remember about this little bloggy thing sooner than 7 months from now, but no promises.

'Da Willy Street Fair!

OMYGOSHITSSOFREAKINGAWESOME!

*Ahem*

For those of you who don't know what I'm talking about(and I'm betting it's most of you) the willy street fair is a fair(surprise, surprise). An awesome one.

Or, if you'd like, you can think of it as:

Oo! Lets take all the weirdest people we can find in Madison(and theres a lot, trust me), squish 'em all on one street, supply them with beer, ice cream, and music, and see what happens!

Despite the above statement, its actually a pretty safe fair(you just avoid the creepers and the drunk people, same as everywhere).


The fair starts out with a parade, which includes unicyclers(namely, me and some other people, although I'm technecally not in the uni group), stiltwalkers, jugglers, giant puppet-people-things, drums, bands, dancers, a german wheel(wheeled around by an elf), hula hoopers, a Bubble Mobile(ie, an old car with bubble-spewing tubas attached) random people throwing candy, and the occasional giant grasshopper.

Yes. Giant grasshoppers.

After the parade, everyone wanders around, looking at the stands which multiple people have set up. Stands selling jewelry, ice cream, pasta, Diablos, ribbons, stuffed animals, chicken, paintings, clay things, glass things, things in general...

It's a great place for people-watching, too(if you're one of those mildy creepy people who like just sitting and watching other people, anyway), namely because of all the interesting people.

How interesting, you ask? Interesting enough that no one gives me(a blonde chick running around barefoot in pink silk pants, a velvet shirt, and a green and purple top hat) a second look. And when I was riding a unicycle around barefoot, they take more notice of the fact that I'm barefoot then that I'm riding a unicycle, which I thought both interesting, and weird.

P.S:
For those of you who read the previous post(the one about me walking around in my socks at school), you might be amused to know that several of my teachers have made it point to remark on how nice it is to see me in shoes.

This may, or may not, have something to do with me writing "No one will notice if you don't wear shoes to Math, English, and Science" in my observation journal and turning it in.

Schools eschu shedding shoes

say it three times fast!

Anyway.

So, I was wandering(read:attempting to run without getting yelled at) down a hallway at school, when I realized how little the teachers actually see. Sure, they'll notice if you're sprinting down the hallway(most of the time, anyway) or it you've failed to bring your homework to class,  but they don't really notice things like weather or not you're wearing shoes.

Naturally, this led to an experiment. To those of you who go to high school(where I've heard the rules are a bit more lax) this might not seem like a huge deal. You have to keep in mind tho, that our middle school is brand new, and therefor hasn't really been here long enough for large amount of bullies, rules-breaking, or apathy to occur. This means that some semblence of order is usually kept, and and rulebreakers get caught fairly quickly(unfortunatly).

This post will likely be infinatly more interesting if you actually go to my school(GDS).

*ahem*

Time started: 8:03 A.M

Time noticed: 11:45 A.M

Elasped time: 3 hrs, 42 min.

Consequences: none.

Longer then I expected, acually...



NEXT EXPERIMENT: Will Mr. Shenk ever notice that his class is treated as a second study hall?