What's in a name? A rose by any other name would smell as sweet...
Weeeeeeeeeeellllllllllllllll, I'm back and no questions please. The sucky days have passed and I simply have no time to indulge you curious blogtards* on anything that has happened to me in...... however long I was gone for. No time no time I'm late I'm late.
Yesterday I finished that HBO Elizabeth I mini series thing and -- oh my hans. It appears that their is a physical requirement for the "Earl of Essex". A physical requirement of the sexyman-nes persuasionnn. But don't you worry my scottish/british at the same time Hansy, cause Hugh is just your understudy, you know in case you get the flu or some other disgusting puking virus.
*Sighs of affection*
-Hey!
Oh, shut up Hans.
(All of a sudden Hans is behaving quite like some masked hormone-crazed opera ghost I've heard of. Coincidence?)
Today I took my Act II Romeo and Juliet quiz/test and let's just say it was not nearly as easy without Faith their. Her and the rest of her grade went on some field trip to FDR's house and danced, and sang, and did other historical things whilst I sat and read poetry like a freaking, cultural nerd. There was a lot of sword clinking and "hi-ah!" noises and talk of roses and sunshine and love and dew and my brain is exploding from all the romantic mush I have crammed into every lovey-dovey cranny my mother gave me. But in all fairness, Shakespeare is a fabulous writer. I just resent my crazy English teacher for her, well, her craziness. At least we're off Beowulf. Thank god.
EDIT: Ah yes, and Romeo is a shallow pbtfh and Juliet is a detail-lacking cherubina.
Gym was less than tolerable as usual. We played Omniken Ball which is this game invented by some rainbow-obsessed jumping bean. You're supposed to organize into teams and choose what "color" you are. My team was blue. So Mrs. Sherba decides that since my team is blue and another team is white, that it only seems natural to make the other team red because it is sooo patriotic and flag-like. (Not even considering the fact that there is only one person on the "red" team who is wearing red and the rest are all wearing blue. Which is very confusing for the rest of the rainbow, hmmmm.) And we have this giant pink ball and we hit it around yelling out colors until it hits the floor and then we start the color shouting all over again. After about 15 minutes of that Mrs. Sherba abruptly changes the game to Wall Ball which is entirely unfair considering I am a whopping 5'1" and everyone on the other team is gigantic. Long story short, I couldn't reach the ball and my team lost big time.
I talked to that boy I don't know again on the bus. And I found out quite a lot.
1. He likes vanilla cake. Especially the confetti kind with all of the different color spots in it. But he's not such a big fan of chocolate frosting. Vanilla please.
2. What are you kidding me? Of course he doesn't like whipped cream frosting! It's disgusting!
3. He wants to move to Europe like me.
4. He likes Japanese music (?????) and other foreign things.
5. He thinks the fact that I babysit "sucks" and "is soooo stupid" because I told him I didn't feel like watching children today.
6. He is fascinated with my ankle.
7. He moved to Pennsylvania in 8th grade while his parents were separating. But then they changed their minds and got back together and now he is here talking to me.
8. He lives in a little apartment that looks like a house but is not because there is a man living in his basement.
I suppose I can't say I don't know him any more. To know the cakely preferences of a person means there's some serious 'knowing' going on.
So I'm at dinner, and Josh is telling my whole family about his FDR experience. He's all like, "Hey guess what everybody?! FDR had a house! FDR married his cousin! FDR had polio! FDR got married on St. Patrick's Day! FDR didn't have good grades in school!" So my dad replies with the ever intelligent, "Well Josh, he was no Isaac Newton, or fig newton for that matter." Oh my. The puns are back.
And that's about it. (I apologize for the lack of entertaining content. I am exhausted from eating and sleeping.)
*my word, deal with it morgan
Yesterday I finished that HBO Elizabeth I mini series thing and -- oh my hans. It appears that their is a physical requirement for the "Earl of Essex". A physical requirement of the sexyman-nes persuasionnn. But don't you worry my scottish/british at the same time Hansy, cause Hugh is just your understudy, you know in case you get the flu or some other disgusting puking virus.
*Sighs of affection*
-Hey!
Oh, shut up Hans.
(All of a sudden Hans is behaving quite like some masked hormone-crazed opera ghost I've heard of. Coincidence?)
Today I took my Act II Romeo and Juliet quiz/test and let's just say it was not nearly as easy without Faith their. Her and the rest of her grade went on some field trip to FDR's house and danced, and sang, and did other historical things whilst I sat and read poetry like a freaking, cultural nerd. There was a lot of sword clinking and "hi-ah!" noises and talk of roses and sunshine and love and dew and my brain is exploding from all the romantic mush I have crammed into every lovey-dovey cranny my mother gave me. But in all fairness, Shakespeare is a fabulous writer. I just resent my crazy English teacher for her, well, her craziness. At least we're off Beowulf. Thank god.
EDIT: Ah yes, and Romeo is a shallow pbtfh and Juliet is a detail-lacking cherubina.
Gym was less than tolerable as usual. We played Omniken Ball which is this game invented by some rainbow-obsessed jumping bean. You're supposed to organize into teams and choose what "color" you are. My team was blue. So Mrs. Sherba decides that since my team is blue and another team is white, that it only seems natural to make the other team red because it is sooo patriotic and flag-like. (Not even considering the fact that there is only one person on the "red" team who is wearing red and the rest are all wearing blue. Which is very confusing for the rest of the rainbow, hmmmm.) And we have this giant pink ball and we hit it around yelling out colors until it hits the floor and then we start the color shouting all over again. After about 15 minutes of that Mrs. Sherba abruptly changes the game to Wall Ball which is entirely unfair considering I am a whopping 5'1" and everyone on the other team is gigantic. Long story short, I couldn't reach the ball and my team lost big time.
I talked to that boy I don't know again on the bus. And I found out quite a lot.
1. He likes vanilla cake. Especially the confetti kind with all of the different color spots in it. But he's not such a big fan of chocolate frosting. Vanilla please.
2. What are you kidding me? Of course he doesn't like whipped cream frosting! It's disgusting!
3. He wants to move to Europe like me.
4. He likes Japanese music (?????) and other foreign things.
5. He thinks the fact that I babysit "sucks" and "is soooo stupid" because I told him I didn't feel like watching children today.
6. He is fascinated with my ankle.
7. He moved to Pennsylvania in 8th grade while his parents were separating. But then they changed their minds and got back together and now he is here talking to me.
8. He lives in a little apartment that looks like a house but is not because there is a man living in his basement.
I suppose I can't say I don't know him any more. To know the cakely preferences of a person means there's some serious 'knowing' going on.
So I'm at dinner, and Josh is telling my whole family about his FDR experience. He's all like, "Hey guess what everybody?! FDR had a house! FDR married his cousin! FDR had polio! FDR got married on St. Patrick's Day! FDR didn't have good grades in school!" So my dad replies with the ever intelligent, "Well Josh, he was no Isaac Newton, or fig newton for that matter." Oh my. The puns are back.
And that's about it. (I apologize for the lack of entertaining content. I am exhausted from eating and sleeping.)
*my word, deal with it morgan