Back to the Future has made me PARANOID!

Ever since I saw Back to the Future, I've been constantly on the lookout for my future children who may or may not go to my school because they got stuck in a terrible accident involving a crazy old scientist, a DeLorean, a flux capacitor, and some stolen uranium.

Oh, don't you DARE sit there and pretend you don't do this, too.

The key things I look for in a possible Marty McFly are in the list following this sentence:

1. Green eyes. I has green eyes, and it's the least common eye color in the WORLD, so my kid would probably have 'em, too.

2. A slightly (ok, more than slightly) awkward nature, like the one of myself.

3. A strange sense of humor. Is explanation really required?

4. Person takes a particular intrest/no intrest whatsoever in me.

5. Person is a Harry Potter fan (Some people read their children nursery rhymes to bed, I will read Beedle the Bard, or just slightly less gory Harry Potter scenes)

6. Is constantly suggesting I go out with a random dude.

I don't think there's much else to say. Are there any other freaks out there, or is it just me?

Animal Bracelets are Sentimentally Conformist

There are some serious issues concerning those animal bracelets everyone wears. They're pretty cool. I mean, you have a bracelet that turns into a little animal when you take it off of your wrist, like a little animagus. The thing is, most people wear them to have that little squiggle around their wrist, and not because they actually like them. Now, behind all of mine, there is sentiment.

MY WISHLIST

THE STAG: My patronus, as well as Harry Potter's patronus.

THE DOG/WOLF: Well, I have a dog (she is sitting on my lap as I type), and it's Sirius's animagus.

THE LION: For courage and Gryffindor

THE BEAR: For certain football teams that are awesome.

THE DINOSAUR: For not forgetting to be awesome.

THE OWL (God, I hope they make them): For wisdom.

THE UNICORN: Just because.

Being forced to do things is crappy.

So, I have a report due on monday. I simply do NOT feel like doing it. I mean, I skipped a few chapters in the book we're reading, so how can I possibly be expected to do this? I suppose this is going to have to be like the time I had to read and do a report on Hatchet all on one night.

Now, I don't know if I hated Hatchet just because being forced to read a book in one night is bad enough, or because it was really just that boring. There was absolutely no human interreaction, and there was't really a plot.

While I'm sure it's probably a bit of both, there's just a certain amount of pure suckage that comes with being forced to read an old dried up book with yellowed up and torn pages that the school system is too cheap/lazy to replace because they'd rather blow their funding on the Varsity Football team. Chances are, the book has some sort of medal on the front cover named after a dead person you honestly don't really care about.

Maybe today's kids just don't like reading books with plots, or maybe we just have a prejudice towards books our English teachers assign. I'm sure that if I read some of these books by my own choice, I would've liked them. Like Shiloh. I actually geniunely liked that book, and I even read ahead. Sure, I don't remember a thing about the book, and if you asked me what project I did for it, I'd stare blankly at you for a few minutes untill I realize I have no idea whatsoever about what I did, so I'd just lie and say something like "I made a board game".

And you know what, I bet if Harry Potter was required reading (it probably would be if it wasn't for the magic), I'd be forced to read it and hate it, too. That's how strong the power of suggestion is.

So, I think it would be better if we were given a list of books we could read that were approved by kids that didn't sound boring and had cool things like ninjas and pirates and unicorns and velociraptors, but still a really good plot and a hidden meaning, it would be cool. Kinda like a those Manwhich sandwhiches. It makes you fool your kids into thinking they're eating a sloppy joe, but it really has a full serving of vegetables. I am not being paid to say that.

Oh, and, before I forget, do you ever have those moments where you accidentally make eye contact with someone and smile, but you accidentally smile bigger than you intended to, and now it's just awkward? Me, neither.

An overthought and rather trippy description of my day

Today, I went to school. The whole morning was basically just one big, flying, stinky blur (the whole school smelled of douchebag... Wait, it always does that. Ooopsie.). I remember taking a test in science, and choosing D for the answers I wasn't completely sure of (*cough*all of them*cough*), as D is for Douchebag, and fate must have been hinting me to answer D to every other question on my science test by making the whole school smell like Abercrombie threw up on it.... Again.

Does that make any sense? Doubtful...

In Social Studies, I don't remember much. Just watching a movie with a bunch of stuffy old dudes in wigs talking. George Washington is officially awesome. Total Gryffindor.

In gym class, we ran around an eliptical-ish-ly shaped death trap, and then played Quidditch. Huh. You call it Mat-Ball, I call it Quidditch. Puh-tay-toe, Puh-taw-toe.

All I really remember about lunch is trying to figure out ways to scare the fifth graders who were touring the school into peeing their pants/skirt/both (don't ask). Lunch just hasn't been much fun lately. There's been a slight problem in the order of the seating, as Izzy and Tela haven't been able to sit with us, which sucks, as they are awesome.

Then I went to Home Ec. Unfortunatley, I'm in the same kitchen as the two biggest meatheads in school. Safe to say, it involved me staring off into the distance while recieving instructions about how to measure things and having a 1980's-esque dream sequence involving lightsabers and pie being lit on fire in the middle of outer space. This is a frequent occurance.

Then in math, I shirked my homework and too k a quiz I know nothing about. I'd rather not talk about it.

In English, we read and signed yearbooks.

Then I walked home, sopping wet from the rain.