Today I saw someone in high heeled crocs. :/

My birthday is tomorrow! Yaaaay, wells. n_n I always get the labor day weekend to celebrate. I'm not to big on birthdays, so I was surprised when I looked at the calander. c: I need to get a drivers liscense this week, so that silly girl that crashed into a wiener mobile you'll hear about on the news this week-
Yeah, that's future me. :3 -waveswaves-

But srsly...high heeled crocs? D:
Come onnnn. ;^;

I'm so bored right now. I got picked up early from axhool because I felt really bad and I'm itching to start up a new story, but lacking in inspiration. SOOOOOO...I'm borrowing inspiration. >: D
From the 100 themes challange thingie~ :3
Most of them are going to be short, pointless comedy stories or something. :3

1. Introduction
2. Love
3. Light
4. Dark
5. Rot
6. Break
7. Heaven
8. Away
9. Cut
10. Breathe
11. Memory
12. Insanity
13. Misfortune
14. Smile
15. Silence
16. Spit
17. Blood
18. Under
19. Gray
20. Fortitude
21. War
22. Mother
23. Distastefull
24. Want
25. Lurking
26. Europe
27. Foreign
28. Sorrow
29. Urban
30. Rain
31. Flower
32. Night
33. Wrath
34. Moon
35. Walk
36. Precious
37. See
38. Abandoned
39. Dream
40. 4:29 PM
41. Citric Acid
42. Still
43. Die
44. Two Roads
45. Two Guns
46. Drop
47. Dirt
48. Young
49. Preservatives
50. Breaking the Rules
51. Sport
52. Old
53. Desecrate
54. Tower
55. Need
56. Biohazard
57. Sacrificial
58. Kick in the Head
59. No Way Out
60. Desert
61. Fairy Tale
62. Voodoo
63. Do Not Disturb
64. City
65. Horrorific
66. Snow
67. Drum
68. Hero
69. Annoyance
70. 67%
71. Obsession
72. Mislead
73. I. Can't.
74. Confrontation
75. Mirror
76. Broken
77. Testament
78. Drink
79. Fuck
80. Words
81. Pen and Paper
82. +
83. Heal
84. Cold
85. Sick
86. Seeing Red
87. Hunger
88. Pain
89. Through the Fire
90. Triangle
91. Drown
92. Rape
93. Iron
94. Soft
95. Advertisement
96. Storm
97. Safety
98. Puzzle
99. Alone
100. Gone

shhhhhhhunnnnnnnnnnnnn~

...OPEN MOUTHED TONGUE KISSES FOR THE MEN

lawl. I luv that movie with a passion. <3
Now come, let's talk by the pit of death. 83

Soyeah. Summer's...being all summerish. xD
I'm gonna be on a cruise from Saturday to...uh. 7 days after Saturday so you won't see me around here. ;3

I really have nothing to say. I just have these random urges to update my journal when it's been forever. xD

SOYESFINALLY-
School…is over. ;o

It took an extra day for me to finally be able to say that, since I had to go into school on Friday for three GODFORSAKEN hours for missing a detention I got for being late. Again. -3-
I can’t really complain since I was one of the few allowed to read the whole time instead of copying the rules in the agenda. But the only book I had on me that time was Bone Shift by Stephen King.

Dude, this guy…My god. He really has nothing else to write about, does he?
I spent the three hours wtf-ing every story in there. It’s a collection of his short stories. LET ME SUM IT UP FOR YOU KAY? 8D

Numero UNO) Truck Stop: Alright, so these people are trapped in a diner at a truck stop because for some reason, all the vehicles in the world have become possessed and want to destroy all the humans.

Old diner owner: Don’t worry, peeps. I have enough food and water here to last a solid month.

Main character: But what about when that runs out? We’ll dehydrate! I need to get us some water before we all die…!

Old diner owner: Uh…/Yeah/, but. You know. We could just, like…You know. Wait or something. We have supplies so there’s no real emergen-

Main character: *ignores, rubs chin thoughtfully* Hmm. But WHERE can we find water…?
*pause*
OF COURSE! The toilets! >: D

Old diner owner: …Excuse me? o_o
Did you, like, not hear me? We /have/ wa-

Main character: -Quick! Give me the keys to the bathrooms! The ones conveniently located on their own bathroom island a hundred yards or so and heavily guarded by circling trucks.

Old diner owner: What’s wrong with you?! I’m not drinking toilet water! Besides, we HAVE wa-

Main character: -ignores- You, teenage boyfriend to the girl that won’t shut up-
You look slow. Come with me so if the trucks catch up they’ll crush you first!

Teenage boyfriend: Ok.

Deux) The Lawnmower Guy: Guy decides his lawn is too long so he calls somebody to mow it. A huge fat guy comes and brings his own lawnmower, then goes out back. While this guy is thinking about bison burgers and getting drunk, he hears the motor of the lawn mower and sees the lawn mower moving on its own. And the fat guy, /completely naked/, crawling on his knees after the lawn mower and eating the grass clippings. Yeah, so like anybody else, the man freaks out, and the lawn mower guy is forced to sacrifice him in the birthbath.


The worst part is that we had to summarize the stories, and even though I spent the entire week deliberately making up the messed up summaries (e.g: the adventures of ‘Jack Echan’ and the portal to Narnia) the only time I was actually worried was when I turned in the Stephen King one. I’m so glad they just trash those papers. xD

Also, today was the day that everyone and their decided to hide in their front yards and just randomly pop out everytime single time I turned to talk with my dog during his walk. I think the worst one today was when Ozzie saw his first plastic bag just lying there in the middle of the sidewalk and just started growling and barking.. So I'm like, 'Well, it's ok. He'll get over it.' And I kind of just tug on the leash and keep walking past the bag. But then I just stop when I realize he's not budging. He's kind of just frozen waaaaay over on the other side and still stubbornly sitting down, looking at the bag like it's some kind of monster. I tug on the leash again, but he scoots back even more until his collar's as tight as a noose on his neck. Finally I kind of just walk over the stupid bag and look at him. "It's just a plastic bag, Ozzie. See? Look," I squish it with my foot and kick it aside. "...Saw that? It's dead. I killed it, ok? Alright, let's go." The bag just floats a little to the side. He's still not moving, but you can tells he's like thinking it over. Then suddenly a breeze picks it up and it skitters across the sidewalk and /smack/ into Ozzie's face really fast.

I've never seen him freak out so much. He was barking and yelping and practically pulled my arm out of it's socket just trying to run away from the bag still chasing him. I lost the leash, he started to turn to flee and had to lunge at him to catch him. And while all this is going on and we're still struggling on the ground, he's still barking and crying when I realize that there was just this lady standing next to her car in the house this all happened in front of, with the most perfect 'wtfplz? o____o' expression.

Man, I'm bored. My cousins are still over here and my eyesight is all cloudy from the pool. And I want a cookie soooo bad. D: