So shoot me. I haven't updated in forever... buuut... Sonique and I were doing these Final Fantasy quizzes, and I need a place to post this:

What do the Final Fantasy 7 boys think of you? by stelvia
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Cloud thinks you	are hot.
Vincent likes your	gun.
Rufus said	"Watch it! Those shoes are new!"
Reno wants	to shoot you.
Tseng thought you were	his concubine.
Sephiroth hates you because	you stole his purse.
Barret says you look like	Vincent's girl.
Cid went ballistic when	you stole his Highwind.
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Sephiroth hates me because I stole his purse!!

I've finally decide, that it's going to take an act of God to close my school down, and nothing short of one.

Why, you may ask? Que me at 7:00AM this morning.

Mom: Megan, you up?
Me: Urgahdfiuh...
Mom: I'm going to drive you to school today. (Mind you, I like like... four blocks from the school)
Me: ... um.... ok. Why?
Mom: Because there's been a bomb threat.
Me: ..... WHAT?!

Ok, first, a few things were going through my mind.
1. SHUT UP! Are you SERIOUS?!
2. ... wait, you still want me to go to school?!
3. ... I wonder if I have to take that World History Test.

Anywho, I get to school and find the ENTIRE student body milling about on the front lawn. Turns out we have to have all our bags and purses checked before we went in. So que anyone who didn't know about the bomb threat trying frantically to hide anything that they DIDN'T want their teachers to see.

Me and my friends were actually looking for someone with a bunch of pads or tampons stuff in their purse. Would've been DAMN funny.

So yeah. First you have the students that didn't come to school because their parents didn't want them too. Then you have the students who didn't know about the bomb threat, and were like... freaking out and wanted to go home.

And then you had the people who honestly didn't give a damn but decided it was a pretty good reason to get out of school, and faked being scared and all.

A waste, truthfully, seeing I really didn't do much. All my classes were missing anywhere from 6-14 students today...

Just another lovely day at GHS!

First day back at school.. hurrah...

See, I'm just seething with enthusiasm?

Seriously though, in the first time in.. well, ever, I have been SUPER PYSCHED! to go back to school.

Basically 'cause the Administration did such a crap job with me last year...

Anywho, lets have a bit of recap:

English AP:

See, I'm officially in AP now, 'cause apparently all the past two years all that "AP" stuff wasn't really "AP", but just "Honors English"...

Which is a load of crap to me... though I usually just say "Honors English", because when I say "AP English", if they don't go to my school they give me the blank stare.

*Cough* Anywho, my English teacher Ms. Dewberry (Dewbs, from here on out... 'cause I'm a lazy fuck and hate typing out names apparently) explained to us that a C in her class would equal an A in the normal CP classes.

Which means I'm screwed royally seeing as I did such a crap job with my summer assignments. Usually it's like "Oh, don't worry, it's just work to keep you busy, it won't count for TOO much" and Dewbs is like "Expcet B's and C's your first couple weeks"...

Yay.

Nothing much happened in World History... I mean, we got our books and all, but that's about it. I mean, work on the first day of school? Honestly!

... and I'm complaining about this why?

Anywho, midway through World Hist. we got called down for an assembly. xD It's hilarious that Dean Spano is no longer fighting the whole "NO CELLPHONES AT SCHOOL!" because they must've figured that's one thing they just can't win at.

... so now we're allowed to have them, they're just not allowed to be seen.

Hehehehe... fight the power, fight the power.

Also, Mr. Ragozine, the Principal started lecturing on how we need to pick up attendence, while I glared mencingly at him from the back.

I'm sorry that I missed three weeks in a row last year for surgery... next time, I'll just show up writhering in pain and high on Vicoden!

Bastard.

Next, Chemistry! I love how Mr. Miner said this will basically be the toughest class we have in Highschool, 'cause he uses College Freshman material.

... which apparently bugs love. I don't know WHERE he stuck those books (not thatt I REALLY want to know anyways) but oodles of people found little bugs in their books. Mine, fortunately, was bug free.

Ok, ok, so I know my school can be ever so slightly ghetto when it chooses to be (Only our school would have a brand new vending machine, and it be Out of Order the first day of school), but bugs, in our books? Yuuuck.

I'm tempted to bring Raid, but after seeing what it does to those bees... meh... maybe not a good idea.

Onwards! Lunch was freakin' awesome, 'cause I'm with ALL my friends.. 'cept for Steve, Sean, and err.. "Billy", but they don't count for much. Seriously, Lunch is going to be pretty kickin' this year.

... next! Art II.

Now, how hard is it to get an Art class where you DRAW things. That's all I want... you can give me a theme, certain materials to use, whatever... but I want Art classes to DRAW.

But no. Art II, apparently, is working with 3D stuff. So I spent my day folding construction paper to make a "Construction Paper Relief"... you know what's sad? I remember doing the same thing in like... 3rd grade. Art II my ass. So much for drawing thigns...

Then again, Mr. C (another name I can barely pronounce, let alone spell) did teach Elementary for the longest time.

Which is REALLY apparent in his teaching methods, because he treats us like a bunch of four year olds. "Oh, you don't have to get started just yet. You can sit there and let your 'creative juices' flow, and see what inspires you. Don't worry about getting done before everyone else, take your time..." you know, kiddie stuff like this.

I almost missed the "Shut up, sit down, and do your god damn work" that I get faced with a lot. He didn't even care that I stood up for 90% of the class.

Last, but no least (close, but not least) is Creative Cuisine, aka, Cooking class. Which you know, I thought was going to be oodles of fun.

'Cept for the fact that we won't be doing any cooking for at least a week because the entire room needs cleaned, 'cause the swapped teachers, which meant swapped rooms, and yeah, it's a train wreck in there.

Not to mention, I was looking forward to this class because it was a Junior/Senior class, and should only have a maximum of 20 students in there.

What do I get? A class full of freshman larger then most of my other classes.

Now really, who wants to be stuck in a room full of a bunch of... like... twelve year olds near fire and sharp objects like knives, and since when is an Upperclassmen class, get so full of freshman, that it out numbers the upper classman?!

... Gah, another lovely year at GHS... this stuff really shouldn't surprise me.

Ok, not really, but it's actually kinda funny.

We have these crazy bee/wasp/hornet hyrbid something... (Let's call them bees for short) that have built a hive or something inside a small crack in the foundation of our house. We don't know exactly WHAT the are, but they're some sort of bee/wasp hybrid, because their not exactly bees, and not exactly wasp...

Which is just peachy, seeing how I'm HIGHLY allergic to bees and such.

So of course, my mom, MA, my brother, and the SBC guy that came to fix our phone has used ever pesitcide known to God.

And it just won't kill them! My mom even plugged the hole to their hive (which kinda sucks, 'cause now their all in the house), and they aren't dead.

We're talking Raid to the Extreme and such. The industrial strength crap that the SBC guy had, and these little shits just won't die.

... but I think we've made the entire hive L.D.

I'm serious, they aren't dead, but they're sure as hell stupid.

You know how hilarious it is to be sitting at the computer, at like 4:00 AM in the morning, every know and then hearing a "THUMP!" as one of the Bees kamikaze dive into the window, falls, and then gets up and does it again.

And watching my brothers cat Zeke go nutso as it chases the dumb bees around the house. I mean, yeah, it's kinda scary, but who can't laugh at this fucktard of a bees hive...

Bzzzzz! THUMP! Bzzzz! THUMP!

And just to show how stupid they are, nobody has gotten stung yet... we've smashed them, sprayed them, and set cats on them, but they're just too retarded to realize.. "Hey, why don't we sting these MOFOs and make them leave us alone.




... THUMP!

Almost forgot about this damn thing, it's been almost a month.. I guess it's because whenever I update these things, I realize just how angry I really am.

I'm always whining or bitching about something. ^_^ Though today I actually have some awesome news... but of course, the rants!!

Myrtle B-E-A-C-H

Ok, so a few weeks ago I went on vactaion to Myrtle Beach with my mom, my brother, and my friend Steve.

First thing first, 16 hour car rides suck. I mean seriously. My mom wanted to leave at like.. 3:00 AM in the morning... and seeing as it was my LAST day of work (Good riddence R&C) I decided to pull an all nighter and just sleep on the way down.

Not realizing that my brother/Steve really don't shut up. I couldn't get all that much sleep, and I basically looked like Death by the time we got there.

Anywho, I had an awesome time. Spent like.. $300 dollars on stuff, like gifts and shopping and Dunkin Doughnuts and wings. "Lost" my wallen (my Mom thinks it was stolen) and all that fun stuff.

Oh, but where is the ranting? Here it is:

Steve, MY friend that I brough along, ended up spending the entire vacation playing video games with my brother. And when we FINALLY dragged him to the beach...

"I don't like sand."

... what? Excuse me? What part of Mytrule BEACH don't you understand. Myrtle BEACH, it's in the name. Why the hell did you want to come if you don't like sand?

Gah... next year I'm bringing Jake. Then we can cruise the BEACH looking for guys... ;)

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Michael Ann (Rant Numero Duo)

Ok, so who is Michael Ann (MA for now on, that's a long ass name). Well, she's a friend of my Mom's that was kicked out of her house so now she's coming to live with us.

... and she's driving me up an effin wall.

Ok, ok, so I'm glad my Mom has someone to "hang out" with (if you can imagine parents "haning out") and she's just DYING to fix up every damn problem in my house, but god DAMN does she get on my nerves.

1. Smoking:

Ok, so I'm not exactly a "STAND: Speak up against tobacco!" kinda girl. If you want to smoke, fine by me. My mom smokes, my sisters smokes, and I've never had a problem with it.

But this person is like an effin chain. I wake up and go make breakfast, and she's smoking while I'm cooking. Lovely.

I go out to living room, hoping to leave her in the kitchen while she's smoking and drinking coffee, and she follows me. Joyous.

I then go upstairs and close my bedroom door, and she follows me up stairs... smoking. Into my bedroom, so she can tell me what she wants to do with my room.. again. For the uptenth time. I'm beginning to forget what clean air smells like. And if she isn't smoking (which is a rarity) she's....

2. Talking.

This women, never seems to shut up. Which surprises me with how often she has a cigarette in her mouth. But honestly, talk talk talk talk talk. You know what? I don't care. I'm 16, you're 50 something, we don't have much in common. I don't care. At all. So shut up, please.

And she tells me to "Lighten Up" because she likes to tease, and that's she's only joking, and that I'm too serious.

Does she know who she's dealing with? I consider myself quite the sarcastic smartass. I know jokes when I see them, you don't need to slap me upside the face with one.

I just don't find you funny...


HA!

Ok, ok, so I'm done with the pent up rants... now for the good news.

MY SISTER GOT ENGAGED!!! ^_^!!! I was bouncing off the walls and such. I mean, I was grinning so moronically that my face was starting to hurt... REALLY badly. I mean, I'm surprised my cheeks are bruised from the tention.

Ok, ok... So I really don't like the guy he's dating (Not sure if I'ver "Ranted" on JD yet.. if not, at least I have something to bitch about next update....) but I'm so pysched it's really quite sad.

I'm going to be a bridesmade!!!

You know what? I bet I'm the only Harry Potter fan on the face of this planet that hasn't managed to get a hold of that new book yet. 'Scuse me that I hadn't reserved the book since December (yeah, I know somebody that actually has had the book on hold since December), and my mother wasn't willing to go out to the parties at Midnight to wait in line for two hours to get the book. (Once again, I know about eight people who did that).

Anywho, my family reunion was yesterday. And seeing as I have Irish on BOTH sides of my family, it's usually involves Irish Folk Lore music and drinking. Pity it was a bit to gloomy out to go swimming, and all thec cousins remotely to my age were talking about that damn book.

... there were FIVE seperate copies of that book there, and that's only from the people that thought it would be ok to bring it along. And nobody called it "The new Harry Potter book" or anything like that. It was just, "the book." Que MSN convo I had to day.

Geostigma [ .:The time has come to cleanse the world...:. ] says:
Hey-y! I've been busy.

Kuba (Nanaki) - Bagh Sevak - WildAid.com <---GO THERE! says:
Reading?

Geostigma [ .:The time has come to cleanse the world...:. ] says:
...?

Kuba (Nanaki) - Bagh Sevak - WildAid.com <---GO THERE! says:
...

Geostigma [ .:The time has come to cleanse the world...:. ] says:
No, I don't have it yet.

Kuba (Nanaki) - Bagh Sevak - WildAid.com <---GO THERE! says:
Do not have what...

Kuba (Nanaki) - Bagh Sevak - WildAid.com <---GO THERE! says:
*eyes suspiciously*

Geostigma [ .:The time has come to cleanse the world...:. ] says:
That damn Harry Potter book, if that's what you're talking about...

Kuba (Nanaki) - Bagh Sevak - WildAid.com <---GO THERE! says:
You're clever...


Don't know who had it worse: Me, or my mother.

By the end of the day she was referring to herself as the "Mother from HELL" because everyone new that Megan didn't have the book, and she felt bad about it.

... Part of me says she should. I got the last two books the day it came out, why the hell should I think otherwise about this one?!

God, I am such a nerd.

... sometimes, I feel like a small little white girl at work. And then I look around, and realize I am a small little white girl at work.

Don't get my wrong, I live in the suburbs where there is a general lack of anything authentically ghetto, but my two co-workers just happen to be... well, african-american.

And one of them (C) was kind enough to invite me to her graduation party [which I'm probably not going to go to. She did a nice job of pissing me off today.

"They should pay people to pull the weeds!" ... what the HELL do you think you're getting paid to do? Gah. So they sat around talking about getting their hair done while I pulled weeds. Broke a god damn nail too.]

*Cough* Anywho, R said she was going to introduce me to her friends. "This is Megan..." But then she changed it. "Nah, I'll call you Meg, now that's gangsta!"

... xD

And it's kinda funny when Mrs. Morris, the cleaning lady who also is African American is there. See, then they start talking like "black power" and the "white man opressing them", every two seconds having to turn around and apologize because they forget that a white girl is standing right there.

Trust me, I'm not offended. It's actually quite funny.

I have known about this assignment for well over a month now. I've even finished the book about a week and a half ago. But when it comes to my Honors English assignments... I like to put things off to the last minute... let's say oh, the day before it's due?

Well, I'm at work, basically kicking myself for not doing it earlier, and knowing that I'm going to have to spend the rest of my night sitting at my computer, typing up this stupid report on John Steinbach's East of Eden. A good ol' 600 page book. Yay for me.

Now, what are the chances of us getting the first real storm of the summer, and the power going out for over SIX HOURS at my house.

... well, better then I thought because that's what happened.

It's God's punishment to procrastinators, I swear. So now it's 10:30 at night and I'm just starting something that I had planned on beginning about four hours ago.

You suck God.

Well, I also got my OGT (Ohio Graduation Test) scores back today. Another lovely standardized test that they make all 10th graders take in order to graduate. And to put it simply, I kicked their asses.

While only two of the scores are official ( Math and Reading, and I scored "advanced" in both) the others are like... double what I need to pass (though they are only the "raw" scores).

Need to Pass: Reading-400 Math-400 Writing-25 Science-23.5 Social Studies-21.5

Don't ask me where they got these numbers for, because I don't know. Anywho, this is what I got:

My Scores: Reading-500 Math-450 Writing-40 Science-40.5 Social Studies 40.5

I rule.

YES! VICTORIOUS!! I've finally found my f'ing cellphone!! That sucker has been lost for over a month, and at LAST it was found by the mother person.

... weird thing was it was in a jacket pocket that I don't even remember wearing at the time it was lost.

;) Not that it matters, it's back where it belongs... charging in my bedroom after nearly 40 days of silence.

:D Good thing too... was going to stop at the Police Station after work today to file a police report to get it replaced.

Anywho, work was... well crap today. Once again, I found myself being lectured because R and C can't get off their lazy asses and do any work. While I was power washing concrete, they were inside doing who knows what instead of picking weeds like they were supposed to be doing.

So later on that day I found myself sitting inside, being lectured by both my supervisor and the director of the place I'm working at, without any pants on.

... maybe I should explain that, should I? So lets back track a bit...

I was power washing the concrete (which was pretty cool at first, but then became very hot, and very tiring)with this little machine pump thingy that sprayed water at REALLY high pressure, enough to clean off years and years of dirt off of concrete.

Anywho, since there is water involved, and I'm not exactly the most cordinated person in the world, I managed to get my pants soaked from about the knee down.

So, when the power washer decided it didn't want to work anymore (piece of shit, not even halfway done with what I was supposed to be doing) I went inside and threw my jeans in the dryer, because they were really, really wet.

I then doned a hospital gown to keep myself decent, and kept making up all these lewd jokes about have easy it was to get me out of my pants. (I kept them to myself, because I didn't want to risk getting fired).

Needless to say, after the meeting was finished, while the others where getting their lunches, and I declared that I'm going to put my pants back on, even though I did manage to pull off the whole hospital gown thing very well.

Hey-y! My supervisor laughed!

Figured I should get off my lazy ass and update things. I've fallen so behind in everything I'm SUPPOSED to do, so I thought "Hmm, what the hell..." and decided to do yet another thing that was stupid and pointless to delay the inevitable that I actually have to do work.

Ok! Now for today's explanation of the topic title. At my work there are these two girls C and R. They're going to be called C and R because they have real "ethnical" names, and I can barely pronounce them, let alone spell them.

... If fact, I WAS pronouncing one of them wrong for like a week and a half before I saw her tattoo. Eh heh.

Well, they do this thing that just pisses me off. They don't say Hell yeah! Or Heck yeah! No.. it' Hex yeah!

Hex, as in rhymes with sex.

V_V... seriously, it's not that hard. And it's just one of those pet peeve little things that every time they say "Hex yeah!" I just want to go "No sweety, it's an "l", two of them actually. He-LL yeah."

*Cough* Anywho, I guess that's my daily rant...

Funny thing happened the other day, that I figured I should enlighten you on. Came downstairs getting ready for work, and wanted to hop on to check myACF inbox. Well, my brother was on the computer, and had been there since I went to bed about... oh lets say 7-8 hours before.

Well anywho, I needed on for TWO mintues, just TWO minutes, and then I'd be gone for the next 6 1/2 hours. Michael, being the little shit that he is, throws this huge fit about "I have to shut down everything just so you can check your damn forums!"

No Michael, you didn't, you didn't even have to f'ing stand up. I just wanted to check my damn inbox!

Well, he gets up and goes out to the kitchen, and I'm there just reading through the few messages I had gotten. He comes back out, bumps the table ('cause he's fat) knocks over a glass and breaks it. And you know what he does?

He turns, glares at me, and says accusingly "SEE?!"

See what Michael?

"If you hadn't kicked me off the computer, I wouldn't have broken the glass!"

... so you're saying it's my fault?

"In a sense, yeah!"

Que me errupting into a glorious fit of laughter, and telling him just how fucked up and delusional he is.

See what I have to live with?

;) This is going out to two very special people, who probably can guess who they are by the title of this lovely entry.

If not, I'm just going to come out and say it, because if you guys have no problem talking about me "behind my back", then neither do I.

Jen and Dave, what the HELL is your problem?! *Disclaimer* I'm just going off what I heard, so if I'm wrong, blame the people that told me.

Insult #1: Megan is a slut.

.... ahahaha... you're not serious, right? Just little over a week ago you guys were laughing about how I've never masterbated before, and suddenly I'm a slut? And lets see the people that I've apparently been oh so whorish with.

Jake: ... ok guys, I guess I'm going to have to break up your little vendenta against me. I DON'T WANT JAKE'S NUTS. Period. End of story. You two are free to squable and fight over him all you wish, but I'm not after him.

The ironic thing is is that you two are after the same guy and are best of buds, yet here I am most definately NOT wanting him, and y'all seem to have issues with me.

... yeah, doeosn't make much sense, now does it.

Listen, me and Jake are FRIENDS. We have been FRIENDS for the past two years. You know, Speech of Debate partners? Had a couple classes with him this year? F-R-I-E-N-D-S. And yeah, we've been hanging out more, but that's because you guys start acting like back ally cats in heat whenever you're around him.

I, on the other hand, do not. Refer to paragraphs 1-3 under "Jake" for further explanation on why not.

Sean: Ah Sean. My homecoming date for the past two years. The kid that grew up behind my grandparents house and I've known since forever. Just because Sami starts liking him, and we still moderately hang out, suddenly I'm the slut. If you're referring to the incident when we were playing chicken in Jake's pool... Jen, you probably couldn't carry me on your shoulders, Dave, you probably wouldn't want to. Leaving... Sean, and only Sean, in the pool. Besides Jen, I thought you liked going crazy pyscho bitch on me.

Another case of where you think I'm after someone just to piss you [or someone else] off, when I'm not.

Andrew:... 'Scuse me while I take the next few minutes to figure out what twisted logic make you think that I am, or ever was, remotely attracted or considered wanting Andrew.

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Yeah, most definately not there. Andrew, you're a sweet little 8th grader, but you are most definately not my type. I prefer guys that are less then 3 inches shorter then me and within a year or two age range.

Now that I've clearly stated that I don't want ANY of these three guys [Come to think of it, I don't want a boyfriend at all because of stupid teenage drama (e.g. This.)] you guys can stop getting your panties in a bunch. And Jen, coming from the person who dated my EX-BOYFRIEND, and is after a guy that clearly doesn't want you, I think you might want to re-evaluate yourself before passing judgement.

Look, I'm flirtacious, I know that. And if Jake and Andrew are willing to give me lap dances, I wouldn't be a hormonal teenager if I refused. But I can guaruntee no matter HOW many dollar bills I pulled from their pants, I wasn't getting too off on it.

My ring tone is still "Like a Virgin" on Jake's cell.

Moving on.

Insult #2: Megan has a mullet.

Another incident where I just stared blankly for a few moments and burst out in a rather embarrassing fit of giggles. Ok, not as potientially harmful as the whole "Slut" comment, but I'm sure that you didn't say it in a loving nor supportive manner.

Now, to proove I don't have a mullet, an indepth analyses of Megan's haircut.

1. Bangs

Yes, I have bangs. I guess that would give it the whole "business in the front" aspect of a mullet. But it doesn't. They're bangs, they're a bit long to cover my wide ass forehead, and I angle them, just because I like the way they look.

2. Layers.

Yes, my hair has layers. Which means that yes, my hair is different lengths. And yes, the back is a tad bit longer then the front, just because that's the way my hair grows, and it does need cut a bit. Not to mention the bangs. Does that make it a mullet? No, it means I have layers and bangs. The front is long, the back is long, and there are various lengths in between because of the layering.

3. The pony tail.

The only time that I can think of EITHER of you seeing me with my hair down is right after I went swimming. Which means, of course, my hair looks like crap. But seeing as 90% of my waking hours is spent with my hair UP, I'm not sure how you can make a proper and qualified classification of my hair being a mullet.

Most definately no buiness and the front, and no party in the back. It's just... Megan's hair. Nothing overally special (unless I trying bleaching it again... hehe, that was funny), nothing overly unique.

Now guys, you're free to hate me over stupid and petty matters, seeing as you already do. But if you're going to try and INSULT me, you might want to make it a little bit accurate so I might feel the sting of the blow. Because they only thing you made me do so far is laugh.

Now, lets look a halfway decent insult that coule possibly used for the two of you.

Jealous bitches.

Now, I will walk through the process on how that is a moderatly good insult when it comes to the two of you.

1. You two are obviously jealous of the time me, and Jake, and Andrew are spending together. If you guys would get over your stupid obession with Jake, then maybe you'll be hanging out more with him. Nobody wants to hang out with potentional stalkers.

2. Both of you, are being whiny bitches over the whole thing. First and foremost, Jake doesn't want EITHER of you, so the more you quest after him, the more you lose him as a friend. CALM DOWN.

Alright, now chances are I'm going to be seeing you guys soon, and if you want me to say this to your face, I'd be more then happy too.

I feel kinda bad, because I'm in a bacrappy mood today because of work, and I just needed to go off on someone. And since you two are out to get me (apparently), then hell, you two are perfect candidates.

Piece out from your favorite mullet haired slut!

Haha, almost forgot about this journal thingy... if I didn't leave a link to it in my AC.net profile thingy...

Anywho, I started work on Monday, and it sucks ass. Not only does is my supervisor extremely anal retentive, but the people I work with have a tendency to do NOTHING the mintue the supervisor turns her back, so I get stuck doing everything.

... and then end up being lectured about it.

Whore.

So been spending less and less time doing fun summer stuff, and more and more time doing stupid work and AP English crap...

Oi, I can't wait till I get my first paycheck....

Well, today was pretty boring, at least until night came. Slept until noon, moped around again, went over Jakes but couldn't go swimming because of a graduation party.

Went to the the graduation, went back home, and eventually made my way back over Jakes.

There, I proceeded to get a lap dance from Jake and his friend Andrew, while putting dollar bills down their pants and pulling it out with my teeth.

They then proceeded to put dollar bills down my shirt and pull them out with their teeth.

You know, good ol' clean fun.

We then played spin the bottle. Got to make out with two girls... hurray! :D

Seriously, it was pretty fun until the normal "Jake's Party Drama" happened, when the shit hit the fan and then everything ended real soon.

But the dollar bills and lap dances were fun. Pity I can't dance worth crap.

.... 6 days of 80 degree plus weather. Actually, right now, I think we've hit ninety... which is like... 15 degrees above normal.

And I am hot as hell.

My house has an air conditioner in one room (the living room) and since the rest of my family has decided to congigate in and around it, I have a tendency to avoid it.

Because I don't like my family.

And sadly, it's too hot to cook. Which means my mother has forbidden me to cook the cupcakes I want like whoa until it cools down. Too hot to turn on the damn oven.

Looks like we'll be having sandwiches again for dinner...

Or rather, me half naked in a swimming poor... give me a second and I'll explain.

Anywho, summer vacation has FAINALLY started, which means no more craptastic school. So glad it's over with. Sure, there are one or two things I MIGHT miss, but for the majority I'm glad it's over with.

Anywho, yesterday was my last day of school and later on I went over my friends (Giacobbe aka Jake) house. We went swimming in his pool, played chicken and attempted to pull each others bathing suits off. (Nearly got my damn top off twice.)

Well, then one of my friends (:D Princess David) decided to pull his swimtrunks off... and said how everyone should get naked.

:D Me, being the moronic teenager that I am took off my bottoms and threw them at Jake.

... who then proceeded to throw them out of the pool.

So here I am, half naked, hiding behind another friend (Sean [bloody hell do I need more female friends]) screaming at Jake to go get the rest of my bathing suit.

Needless to say, half my friends now know what my viagina looks like.

Later on we order pizza. It was actually pretty damn fun.

Anywho, slept until like.. 1 PM today (HELL YES!) got up, moped around a bit, cleaned... got me some pizza, and went back over Jakes house to swim some more.

This time, all bathing suits stayed on...

Do you realize how much getting duct taped to a chair hurts? I mean like seriously, ouch. I have bald patches all over my arm, and this funky taste in my mouth.

Teenage bondage going on right here...

Anywho, over my friends house, and we were watching Scooby-Do and eating pizza and all that fun stuff.

And then they duct taped tme to a chair... Don't worry, I'm going to kill them both...

... I give this thing a week... perhaps less, unless I get kicked repeatedly in the shins to update it.

Why? Because I suck a blog things, much like I suck at life...

You know what else sucks? School... 3 bloody days left, and I still have three finals and two "test" to do... joyous, isn't it?

Not to mention, been slacking off of my AC.net work as a result... :( 'specially with my theory approval, I must get caught up tonight...

Anywho, just attempting this blog thing, yet again...