Don't buy tights from the grocery store.
They suck.

This weekend was the first in what, a month? that we escaped crazy wind, rain, and the prospect of a hurricane out to destroy us all. It was nice. Now it feels very....calm. We were on overload for weeks on end and now its stopped, and we're expecting a random event to occur to knock us back out ( Read more... )

I feel crazycrazycrazycrazy. Coffee? Coffee. I'm in a strangly good mood. I feel like dancing....? Ah. Um.

Sew? Sew. I want to sew. GARAGE SALE. Must go. Tomorrow. And get fabric to sew. And tights. Need tights. Shoes. Make bows. Must do.

I love love love LOVE random people who pick up interviews and fill them out and give them to me. Along with ( Read more... )

It's pretty much the best thing ever when you have bomb threats on day that you're wearing white shoes and a skirt highly susceptible to flying up in the wind.
I need to make shorts that say, "Haha it ain't mah panties, sucker!" to adorn when attired in a skirt very bad.

I kid-sat for the first time ever last night and it went surprisingly well. ( Read more... )

I think Ivan struck over night and threw us all into some twilight zone, because when I woke up this morning, I smelled some one cooking in the kitchen. I got up, walked into the kitchen, and my dad is in there with plates, skillets, and pans everywhere.
"Um, what are you doing?" I asked.
"Making breakfast."
....
Making breakfast. As in, preparing a ( Read more... )

SO. Schools are closed until further notice. Driving home, we saw the too familiar site of buildings being boarded up, and gas stations overflowing with people trying to get gas before it's all gone. I'm afraid, are you afraid? Afraid afraid afraid afraid.

But steering away from the subject of deadly things....today was the first pep rally. A lot ( Read more... )

I don't want Ivan to come through. Oh, goodness. We can't take anymore. Especially a category four hurricane. I feel like we're nerds in high school. And these storms are bullies who keep kicking our ass.

TECO or whomever did their job and restored power to DHS. Merde. So we're back at school tomorrow- whoo hoo? Stress, YAY! I still have to finish ( Read more... )

Ok. Who's sick of hurricanes? Frances was no where near as destructive as Charley, but its been going on.
And on.
And on.
And on.
And on. Since late Saturday. It's repetitive and getting really old. Let's get some freakin' sunshine in here, please.
There's flooding, roads washed out, trees down, power lines over....and it must be going to people's heads ( Read more... )

Frances is arriving! Mi madre y yo were sitting in the kitchen about to leave with mi hermana to go shoe shopping when all of a sudden the float in the pool flew up out of the water. We ran outside to start throwing the furniture in the pool, and it started to pour.
"What's that roaring?" I asked.
"The wind."
Mrs. Shwartz and Kirby were running ( Read more... )

Even though they're very smelly and kinda gross and can die pretty easily I want a hamster. I huge, fat, vicious hamster that could chase Caliban.

No school tomorrow (again) because of the hurricane (again)! Which is totally hurray and nay. Hurray for the now four day weekend, nay because Frances is huge. As in the size of Florida. Yeah. He is ( Read more... )

Awhile ago I thought, "You know what? I might actually want to be a teacher. Working with kids....that'd be cool."
Um haha NOT. Seriously. I had to pass out my third set of interviews for my student life story today? And I wanted to kill basically every student in the classrooms I walked into. I asked a simple question- "Does anyone have any unusual ( Read more... )