Huzzah!

By the look of those 'cuff marks he has no problem mating in "captivity"

Stuff to do in an Elevator n' stuff.

1.When there's only one other person in the elevator, tap them on the shoulder and then pretend it wasn't you.

2.Push the buttons and pretend they give you a shock. Smile, and go back for more.

3.Ask if you can push the button for other people, but push the wrong ones.

4.Call the Psychic Hotline from your cell phone and ask if they know what floor your on.

5.Hold the doors open and say you're waiting for a friend. After a while, let the doors close, and say, "Hi Greg. How's your day been?"

6.Drop a pen and wait until someone goes to pick it up, then scream, "That's mine!"

7.Bring a camera and take pictures of everyone in the elevator.

8.Move your desk into the elevator and whenever anyone gets on, ask if they have an apointment.

9.Lay down the twister mat and ask people if they would like to play.

10.Leave a box in the corner, and when someone gets on, ask them if they can hear ticking.

11.Pretend you are a flight attendant and review emergency procedures and exits with the passengers.

12.Ask, "Did you feel that?"

13.Stand really close to someone, sniffing them occasionally.

14.When the doors close, announce to the others, "It's okay, don't panic, they open again!"

15.Swat at flies that don't exist.

16. Snort.

17.Call out, "Group Hug!"and then enforce it.

18.Grimace painfully while smacking your forehead and muttering, "Shut up, all of you, just shut up!" YES

19.Crack open your briefcase or purse, and while peering inside, ask, "Got enough air in there?"

20.Stand silently and motionless in the corner, facing the wall, without getting off.

21.Stare at another passenger for a while, then announce in horror, "Your one of THEM!" and back away slowly.

22.Wear a puppet on your hand and use it to talk to the other passengers.

23.Listen to the elevator walls with your stethoscope.

24.Make explosion noises when anyone presses a button.

25.Stare, grinning at another passenger for a while, then announce, "I have new socks on".

26.Draw a little square on the floor with chalk and announce to the other passengers, "This is MY personal space!"

Yeah, thats right. First I'm conquering Walmart, then All elevators in the world.. Pfft, like that's ever going to happen. The only way to conquer elevators would be to programme your song (that you sing, made, whatever( inth the "elevator music" thingy, you know, the speakers. Then have subliminal messages playing in it. Then you could control everyone that ever went on an elevator that had music. Booyah. Concert tomorrow! Woot, going with emma, which means I should call "The one with the hair" but nah. I don't want to, because well, he probably isn't home, and I don't really feel like talking to him. Because there isn't a topic at hand to talk to him about other then the concert and if he got his act together in time to buy a damn ticket. And his band I guess.

You know what sucks? I've been more susceptible to emotions lately. Like usually, I don't get angry much, or whatever. But since I've gotten out of whatever stage I was in, I'm all...different. duh.

So, I was talking to my mom the other day, about my grades, because that is all she cares about. Seriously. It's all "well as long as you try...wait a minute, why is there a 75 here? It's not good enough, you know you could do better. Why didn't you do this one again? If you could of?" blah blah blah. I couldn't do that one again because I couldn't. jeez.

Spent my friday and saturday at the hospital. Not because of me, but because of my mother, and they still don't know what is wrong with her. Just plain fuckin' great.

(Ghetto Superstar, that is what you are)

I was a fricken' ghetto superstar once. Harewood is the ghetto around here. Seriously. They even talk differently, and it's like... a 15 minute drive from here if there is traffic.

Brooke is from there to, I met her there, then I found her again here at Welly.
We chat it up like old times every once in a while, accents and all...About the past, friends we've lost, ones that got beat down and all, because they were pansies.

You think harewood doesn't have an accent? Go live there for a couple days, then come to Welly, you'll talk differently I swear.

Everyone seems to think they're hot shit around here recently. Seriously, either I used to and have dropped into the realms of reality, or I just noticed how stuck up people are around here. Even my fricken' friends. Which pisses me off, because I usually don't associate myself with people that are egotistical and such.

Oh mans, I'm in a bad mood. Stupid rat face cancelled drama AGAIN. I swear we haven't had drama for like... two months. Maybe more, maybe less.

Also pissed because I found out that someone that I haven't talked to in forever was online today, when I wasn't in the mood to go online.

(My heart keeps falling, and I keep on falling, over and over again)

Listening to an odd arrangement of music lately... Jazz, rock, hard rock, funk, punk, and some others.

I wrote a sentence, that I thought was going to bloom into a short story, but I got writers block quickly after...

“I woke up with a complete sense of hopelessness today”
“And how did that make you feel?”
Sarah blinked expectantly, waiting for the light to dawn in this insufferable airhead of a shrink. It seemed that the light was burnt out, so she gave it a zap of energy.
“Hopeless”

Names, well, they just might be important later.

Logan, Don't go out with Jade.

'nuff said.

Ho' Mans.

I really should stop saying that. It's so... Emma of me.

Which reminds me to call the "one with the hair" to ask if he's got his stupid tickets yet. Because if he doesn't, well, too bad I guess. Ain't nufin I can do 'bout it.

I swear jazz was meant to be in the mainstream. But it isn't. Which means I get to enjoy it while others barely know what it is.

Etta James... Yay. Though Fantasia Barrino does a good cover for Summertime.

Oh wow, I'm at a loss of words as to what to write on here. How sad.

I'm about a week behind in all schoolwork. Because I missed I think 3.5 days out of four or so. Just because of dentist/doctor/health nurse appointments. As well as a writers workshop, and a bulling/in-school mentoring program workshop training thing.

'Cause I'm just that busy. And it happens again this week.

Because on tuesday, I have an interview, and wednesday, yet another doctors appointment.

Went last night to my cousins, slept over. Went to bed at 3am. Then this morning I went shopping for my cats, and got my mom a pendant for christmas in the process, as well as going for breakfast with my uncle, aunt, two cousins and one of their girlfriends.

Then went home, played video games, surfed the net for like. ..20 minutes.


Then, attempted to do some homework, but gave up. Because, I don't want to do the damn homework.


Oh jeez, I'm pathetic, really I am. I swear you'd think I have nothing to say, but I do...sorta.

Happy birthday Ralph, I love you, even though you are fucking disgusting.

Awesome song.

Atom and his package are a pretty good group.

As you can see, I don't write in here as often..

That's cause I have a new blog. If ya think real hard you'll know where it is.

Hint: You have to be on my friendslist to find it. Friendslist being my msn thing.

I think Emma is going to the Simple Plan/Hedley concert. Although Simple Plan isn't all that great, Hedley is. So there.

Now, if it was a Hedley/Butch Walker concert... I'd be more then excited.

So much fricken homework, I haven't even started the application for the rotary program. I'm going to tonight.

So yeah, re look at the hint, find my actual blog... for this is just a guise.

or...yeah...maybe.