Tuesday, May 18, 2010

Deja Vu!!

Once again, I'm sitting in first hour, and Sydney and Cory are whispering about not saying anything stupid. Two words. EPIC FAIL!! They are sitting here talking about canabalism and cat tacos. Another fail. Sydney tried to injure my computer, and ended up injuring her hand.
Just so you know, 'cat tacos' is a picture that we saw on google. Curse the person who was stupid enough to put a cat in a taco costume, let him loose, and take a picture of it.
Oh. My. God. Cory just had a random burst of intellect, and realized that if you add an 'o' to the beginging on 'cat', and turn it backwards, it spells taco!!!
Thats genius.
Cory's cat is still in her cage on top of the roof. Her name is Bubba. Bye bye Bubba. It rained last night and the night before, so I would not go on that roof is someone paid me 100$.
Oh, wait, Cory says he fed her some canned tuna. On the roof. Something is wrong with this kid.....
His dog's name is Moose.
Her real name is Hemi.
..............
???
"Nee nar sounds better," he says.
"There ain't no need for a posser, when you got the Nee nar noser," he says.
......................................
WHOA.
"Never smell your brother's DCs," he says.
......Okay......
So, Cory was yelling at me on Facebook last night, because my W.O.W. isn't working. He said I was a failure at life so, I said, "Go fight elves."
So, with that strange note, I end this blog.
With all the feeling a teenager can muster,
Daizy

Monday, May 17, 2010

Hanging at school

Right now, I'm sitting in first hour, listening to Cory complain about wanting to watch Youtbe. Cory is another one of my friends. Sydney is sitting beside him, hitting him in the head with a pair of headphones. "I put my cat, in a cat cage, and put her on the roof," he says. Seriously? Who would do that to their own cat. "i cannot remember why I have a picture of your dog on my phone," he says to Sydney, his girlfriend. Lucky for him, Morgan and I convinced him to forget his insucurities and accept her offer of a date to the dance. "You violated Carl," he says. Really? I don't think I need to say any more. "You're cheating on me with Carl," he says. This guy has serious problems. "Quite putting everything I say on the internet," he says. Too bad. I have nothing better to talk about right now.
So, I didn't do my homework. Everytime I pull it out, I forget EVERYTHING I've learned since starting to read "Treasure Island". I don't even want ot read it. Pirates are not my thing.
Sydney is trying to murder Cory. Personally, I think she should wait until they get married in twenty years and she has insurance on him. :)
You know those braclets that take the shape of various things when you take them off? Sydney is pushing one of those (a corgi?) in my face.
With all the feeling a teenager can muster,
Daizy

Sunday, May 16, 2010

So, here I am

Okay. My name is Daizy. Daizy with a 'z', not an 's'. Don't make the mistake of spelling my name wrong.
Some people say my name is perfect for me. I've been random - meaning my thoughts, no matter how off topic, can just pop out of my mouth, without my conscious consent - my whole life, and my name is kind of random, too. But I don't like it. It's too...... Little House on the Prairie for me.
Now that I've told you all about my name, I'm going to write about the two most important things in my life.
My best friends. Brittnie and Cassie. I'm not sure what I would do with out them. They're my support group. My left and right arms. My plan B and C. I couldn't get through life without them. They've been with me through thick and thin ever since I first met them.
Britt is tall, with long dark brown hair. She recently got bangs across her forehead. She is quiet and calm, and she's the best at compassion. I can go to her for any thing.
Cass is fun-sized, with shoulder length blond hair and electric blue eyes. She is hyper and loud, and can always pull me out of my 'depressed times'.
And me? I'm in the middle, literally. I'm not as tall as Britt, but not as short as Cass. My hair is light-brown and curly, and my eyes are just a few shades darker. My mood varies on where I am and who I'm with.
I really don't want to get into the drama of my family right now, so, I'm going to say 'bye for now.
With all the feeling a teenager can muster,
Daizy