My life is a facsimile of a sham
How well do you know your next-door neighbors?
Uhm well my neighbors on one side are Polish and have jacuzzi parties while they are completely in the nuddy pants and that is quite disturbing in the mental department. So I just try to avoid contact with them at all times. My other neighbor is a CIA agent and if you look at him straight in the eye, his eye-reader laser gun will make you go blind because we aren't allowed to see what he really looks like. Or at least that's what I think will happen because I've only seen one side of his face and he also never mows his lawn and ALSO has mysterious antennas sticking out from his roof and whatnot.
MY INTERNET HAS COME BACK TO LIFE. Yesssssssss. To relieve me of my stress while the interwebz was down, I typed up an entry while I was supposed to be finishing my newspaper story. But I did end up finishing it so, all is well that ends well. Okay so here is the entry.
10:35 pm, 15th
Holy Blimey O'Reily's trousers. I just realized I left my backpack in Jessica's trunk. Sacre bloody bleu. I have basically everything in there. Ughughguhgugh. After school, Jessica drove Jessica (another one) and I around New Tampa because we were all on an Advertising Team together. Ooer. But actually, all we really did is chased UPS Delivery men and took truffle samples from Soleil Chocolates. No, really, we actually tried to sell ads but every time we either got "Not interested, thanks." or "We will get back to you, do you have a business card or something that we can reach you by?" Which would be pretty hopefulish, right? Wrong. We didn't even have business cards. So I had to make fake ones. Makeshift business cards. What is this world coming to honestly. They were quite cool though. I just put, for the names bit, "Samantha and Jessica squared" because in my humble opinion, that is a bit more amusant than just Jessica twice. Yes? But afterwards I wondered if that would be a good idea because what if they just aren't very good in the maths department? Then what? What would they think it said, like "Samantha Jessica squared away?" or "Samantha Jessica squared off nunnykins?" Err. So basically that is my afternoon in a box, as they say in Denmark.
The internet is BROKEN. Everytime I hopen Firefox and the nice little specialized Firefox Google page doesn't pop up, a part of me dies inside. No, really. I almost pulled a Macbeth and took a chainsaw to the computer that has been so very dear to my heart. Speaking of Macuseless, we are studying that in English. It is quite interesting, although I wish Lady Macbeth would stop whining all the time. Really. I wish I could go back in time and let Shakespeare know that there is a nice little thing called "Midol" that could solve all of his tragic female characters' problems. But I guess the plays wouldn't be as exciting. But you know.
Tomorrow is Mittwoch and I think that means Wednesday but I am not exactly sure. I don't think the kids in most of my classes could get more annoying. Like, my English Honors class is such a flaming joke because all the wienerschnitzels just cheat off each other and all get crappy grades anyway. Okay so not all of the kids in there, but the majority. It's vair vair annoying. And stupid and pathetico. And I got a semi bad grade on my Lord of the Flies test. I suppose that's what I get on the other end of the firing line because I haven't actually read the book since 10th grade. :/ But my A Doll's House grade was pretty okay so at least there is that. I hope I did okay on my essay though because that was the only thing I was really worried about.
So. tired. I need to finish writing my story for newspaper (the first draft is due tomorrow) so bai. I just realized that one of the interviews I did the other day won't fit into the story at all, so that is just fine and dandy schmandy. Okay. I am glad I got this out of my system. I just had to blurb all of my thoughts onto Notepad and I will just post it later once THE INTERNET COMES BACKKKKKKKKK. Please come back. :( I am vair vair triste and my life is just one huge bakery of pain and I feel like a facsimile of a sham,
S'later.
