Blessed are the weak of stomach...
It's actually, "Blessed are the weak of heart", but whatever. I wrote that to warn you that the following is NOT for the weak of stomach.
It's time for me to dish on everything gross about having a cat. Sure, I thought it was adorable how yesterday when I was doing yoga he did it with me and ate my soup. Cute, cute, cute. Today, I woke up at 8 to attempt to get up early and do yoga (Im turning into a yoga freak, but I cant wake myself up early enough.) but didn't get out of my bed until like 9:30. When I finally do decide it's time to go get ready, I'm greeted by what looks like peanutbutter in the middle of the hallway. Let me tell you my friends, that is not peanutbutter. If anything, maybe my cat ate some peanutbutter. I curse the fact that my mom just left about an hour earlier. I'm like, "whatever, i'll do it later." so I continue walking, and there's more log cabins, as a dear first grade friend of mine would say. It was so gross. Seriously. Ewe. Then there's more in the kitchen, but I think that was throw up. At this point, I'm thankful my cousin Andrea told me that smiling stops your gag reflex. I dont have a weak stoamch or anything, but let's just say my grin was a mile wide.
How am I gonna clean this up, you ask? First, I clean up the easy stuff. Then, I call my mom and ask how to clean the "peanutbutter". Ewe. Disgusting. Really, really gross. I gagged like 7 times. After I clean that, I was supposed to hang out with Blair, so I call her. Blair's here now, and she just said, "I'm your maid!". Don't call child services just yet. I saw a few things that were small and left over, and I have no clue how to clean that up. So I vaccum it up. Yeah, I vaccumed it. But it was like the size of a pebble so whatev. I sprayed Lysol and Febreeze around the entire house so much that the floor was getting kinda wet. Blair and I vaccumed the entire house, as we are now. I feel a bit lazy while she is, "STERELYZING MY ROOM!"" as she screams. She wont let me do it, because my room "HAS BEEN NAMED THE WORST IN AMERICA". (Which it is not.) So we're vaccuming. We're having fun though. Right now we're singing and dancing to The Arthur Theme song. Choreographed and everything. ("if you can learn to work and play and get along with each other..." "and i say HEY! What a wonderful kind of day!") Before we were vaccuming each other and almost sucking up nail files. Good times, Blair. <3
GROSSNESS OVER.
Fresh Meat finale Monday. My estimations were correct so far, even though I promised myself NOT to use spoilers in this challenge. I'm just an expert, haha. I AM GOING TO GUESS that Darrell and Aviv win. If Casey and Wes win, obviously this show is rigged (O RLY?). They wont though, since its the final episode. If I were cool Aviv and Darrell, I'd say, "HULLO" to that money.
Lunch with Blair and Grandma was fun. We all got grilled cheese on different bread. We talked about Wicked! After I see Wicked with my cousin and Aunt (hopefully) I'm gonna see The Drowsy Chaperone! Jenny met them, lucky monkey! The OBC is still there (i think?) and that would mean so much to me if I could see the original cast of [i] something. [/i] I guess Rent really got me into Broadway huh? Oh well, its a good thing.
Blair says I sound like a retard when I type, and I do.
Idina: "A Bat Mitzvah is when you become a woman at 13. Yeah, I know, it's retarded." (I'll drink to that.)
So I'm gonna be an art teacher, i hope. I heard my parents talking, after my mom caught me drawing Harry Potter:
and like spazzed and showed my dad. They dont seem too proud of an art teacher....my grandma is though. :)
LMAO on the news,
Kid: if its nice, we're gonna go swimming! *happy*
Reporter: It's not gonna be nice.
Kid: .... *sad* we'll play inside then.
HAHAHAHHAHAHAHAH LOSER! This entry is long because I've been keeping it open all day, so I dont edit it 100 times. Smart, right? ;) No not really.
Applebees was so fun, Jenny and Tijana! "You love Rent." "Paul playing an instrument" "Channel 12 news" "raisinets, milk duds, and JUJUBEES!" Ohhh life is sweet.
So, I leave you with words of wisdom from Loni Love: "Back then we used to call them tomboys. Now we call them lesbians."
{for those of you who dont know me too well, i dont have anything against lesbians or anything. lighten up.}
It's time for me to dish on everything gross about having a cat. Sure, I thought it was adorable how yesterday when I was doing yoga he did it with me and ate my soup. Cute, cute, cute. Today, I woke up at 8 to attempt to get up early and do yoga (Im turning into a yoga freak, but I cant wake myself up early enough.) but didn't get out of my bed until like 9:30. When I finally do decide it's time to go get ready, I'm greeted by what looks like peanutbutter in the middle of the hallway. Let me tell you my friends, that is not peanutbutter. If anything, maybe my cat ate some peanutbutter. I curse the fact that my mom just left about an hour earlier. I'm like, "whatever, i'll do it later." so I continue walking, and there's more log cabins, as a dear first grade friend of mine would say. It was so gross. Seriously. Ewe. Then there's more in the kitchen, but I think that was throw up. At this point, I'm thankful my cousin Andrea told me that smiling stops your gag reflex. I dont have a weak stoamch or anything, but let's just say my grin was a mile wide.
How am I gonna clean this up, you ask? First, I clean up the easy stuff. Then, I call my mom and ask how to clean the "peanutbutter". Ewe. Disgusting. Really, really gross. I gagged like 7 times. After I clean that, I was supposed to hang out with Blair, so I call her. Blair's here now, and she just said, "I'm your maid!". Don't call child services just yet. I saw a few things that were small and left over, and I have no clue how to clean that up. So I vaccum it up. Yeah, I vaccumed it. But it was like the size of a pebble so whatev. I sprayed Lysol and Febreeze around the entire house so much that the floor was getting kinda wet. Blair and I vaccumed the entire house, as we are now. I feel a bit lazy while she is, "STERELYZING MY ROOM!"" as she screams. She wont let me do it, because my room "HAS BEEN NAMED THE WORST IN AMERICA". (Which it is not.) So we're vaccuming. We're having fun though. Right now we're singing and dancing to The Arthur Theme song. Choreographed and everything. ("if you can learn to work and play and get along with each other..." "and i say HEY! What a wonderful kind of day!") Before we were vaccuming each other and almost sucking up nail files. Good times, Blair. <3
GROSSNESS OVER.
Fresh Meat finale Monday. My estimations were correct so far, even though I promised myself NOT to use spoilers in this challenge. I'm just an expert, haha. I AM GOING TO GUESS that Darrell and Aviv win. If Casey and Wes win, obviously this show is rigged (O RLY?). They wont though, since its the final episode. If I were cool Aviv and Darrell, I'd say, "HULLO" to that money.
Lunch with Blair and Grandma was fun. We all got grilled cheese on different bread. We talked about Wicked! After I see Wicked with my cousin and Aunt (hopefully) I'm gonna see The Drowsy Chaperone! Jenny met them, lucky monkey! The OBC is still there (i think?) and that would mean so much to me if I could see the original cast of [i] something. [/i] I guess Rent really got me into Broadway huh? Oh well, its a good thing.
Blair says I sound like a retard when I type, and I do.
Idina: "A Bat Mitzvah is when you become a woman at 13. Yeah, I know, it's retarded." (I'll drink to that.)
So I'm gonna be an art teacher, i hope. I heard my parents talking, after my mom caught me drawing Harry Potter:
and like spazzed and showed my dad. They dont seem too proud of an art teacher....my grandma is though. :)
LMAO on the news,
Kid: if its nice, we're gonna go swimming! *happy*
Reporter: It's not gonna be nice.
Kid: .... *sad* we'll play inside then.
HAHAHAHHAHAHAHAH LOSER! This entry is long because I've been keeping it open all day, so I dont edit it 100 times. Smart, right? ;) No not really.
Applebees was so fun, Jenny and Tijana! "You love Rent." "Paul playing an instrument" "Channel 12 news" "raisinets, milk duds, and JUJUBEES!" Ohhh life is sweet.
So, I leave you with words of wisdom from Loni Love: "Back then we used to call them tomboys. Now we call them lesbians."
{for those of you who dont know me too well, i dont have anything against lesbians or anything. lighten up.}