Oh, my socks!:)

Today was satisfying, once I got all my lame AP testing over and done with. So my day didn't really begin until 3:30. That's when I went home and discovered all my new socks that had arrived :D I also bought a few necklaces (like my turtle necklace), and some clothes. But the socks are just awesome. Then Z-Biscuit came over so we could get some delicious fro-yo (and so I could show him my socks :P). That hit the spot (the socks, of course). I wish I could just go and have some fro-yo everyday, but of course, since there's only a couple weeks left, I have all kinds of finals projects to focus on. History and math, seriously? How lame >:P Goodnite blog, goodmorning summer.

Blank :o

Lately I feel so unfocused and distracted. I keep forgetting things, especially whatever my mom tells me. But maybe it's because she's my mom =P. I just realized, though, that maybe the culprit is lingering effects from the evil behaviors of my older brother back when we were little. He used to throw VHS tapes at my head, and hit me on the head with his little guitar :O How rude is that? Maybe my brain is a little bruised or something...or I have ADD...or maybe I'm just ready for summer to come already. That sounds pretty reasonable. School's over in just a few weeks, but it can't come fast enough....

Living.

I remember reading in psychology not long ago that by the time you're a teenager, you pretty much live in the future. It's true. Everyone's always looking forward to the weekend, or summer, or just for the bell to ring. You know you should be living in the present, but it's hard to do. Thinking about what you're going to do with your life or making plans for a scrabble re-match is just inevitable :O

This week is just annoying. I only like the breaks, but of course it's way too crowded. The bathrooms, the cafeteria, Pizza Guys...everywhere. I'm living in the future and looking forward to the weekend, when I'm going to have a Scrabble re-re-match and make Smores cupcakes with Z-Biscuit :) Then there's Prom in a couple weeks...and finally summer (Of course there's more Scrabble and cupcakes sandwhiched in, plus Law and Order: SVU). Of course I enjoy the good stuff now, but how can you live without good stuff in your future? :P

SVU

I'm so addicted to Law and Order: SVU! No, it's not an old person show. It's an awesome show. I love how it makes you think, and it's about the really interesting, special cases; the cases involving rapes and such. I don't watch any of the other Law and Orders. They're not worth it. I mean, hello, Ice-T isn't on those shows and they aren't about rape, murder, and working women. If there's a marathon of SVU on, I'm watching it. It comes on on either channels 03, 39, or 40 (usually 40. Lol.). Tonight's episode, which was new, was basically pulled from the Sandra Cantu case. It was a twist, though, because I thought it was this one chick who raped and murdered this girl, but it was the chick's sister, who had been sexually abused by their mother all her life. How sick. Fave show, along with Pretty Little Liars :)

What a label

     My mom says I'm a hypochondriac. Just because I look up my symptoms and and diagnose myself when something weird is going on with me doesn't mean I have issues. Just because I usually diagnose myself with something kinda crazy and it ends up being nothing doesn't mean I have issues. Last week I said I had Atypical Pneumonia, but it seemed legit because I thought I was gonna die. I've had Pneumonia before, and I was pretty sure it was it. But it ended up being a big pulled muscle or something, because it went away after a few days. 
       Now, though, I'm sure I have Sleep Apnea. My mom thinks I'm crazy though, because I'm young, blah blah blah....she has it and knows what is...blah blah blah...But I totally have a lot of the symptoms. I don't snore though, but not everyone with Sleep Apnea snores. I slept with my mom the other night so she could observe my sleeping, and she said I "didn't make a peep." Whatever. She thinks I just need to use my inhaler again. Ugh. 
       On the plus side, all this craziness means I know interesting medical info:) 

Adventures of super bubbas

Last week I found this story I wrote back in the sixth grade. It's kinda embarrassing because it's really good...if a third grader wrote it. It's still entertaining to read, though, because it's action-y and funny. It's called The Adventures of Super Bubbas and it's about my guinea pig named Butterscotch, or Bubbas, that I had back then. First he was just this average guinea pig. Then, all these super hero animals discovered him in his yard and turned him into "Super Bubbas." He had the amazing power of turning villains into giant carrots just by uttering the word "carrots, and he'd eat eat them so they'd disappear forever. The other heros are Super Skunk, Super Dog, Spider Woman, Hamster Girl, and Guinea Pig Girl (very creative). The arch nemesis is Evil Frog, but he gets turned into a carrot of course. There's even fighting and everything. The best part of my story, though, is the pictures. The animals are supposed to be cute, but they're kinda freaky-looking :)

what a dummy

I'm glad that garage doors have sensors. Why? Today when my dad came in the door from work, my dog dumbly decided to go out to the garage right when my dad hit the button to close the garage door. I wasn't sure if she was going to keep going, so I called after her and tried to get her, but she continued to the closing garage door. She would have been crushed if the door hadn't stopped and gone back up as soon as it touched her fur. I grabbed her, super relieved. Of course, she just looked at me like, "I knew it was gonna stop for me. Everything does." She's so conceited. It's a horrible thought, but it made me wonder how many little kids and animals got crushed before sensors were made for garage doors. Because you know, little kids assume everything will stop for them. Just like my dog. 

Ugh dogs and their barking

Last night I had a really weird dream. Maybe it's because I slept on my back instead of my side, which, I normally do, but my neck was really hurting. The dream had to do with me leaving a store with my dad (I think) and we were walking by this house when all of a sudden these policemen yelled something about a murderer. Then they yelled at us to "grab a gun!" and chucked them at us. I'd never shot a gun, but apparently I was supposed to help take down a murderer. The policeman, some chick, and I crouched down high up at the side of the house and aimed at some window or an opening or something weird like that. I guess someone, my dad(?) was going to ring the doorbell, then hide, and we'd shoot. Thinking about it now, I doubt the murderer would open the door, and he'd already be a step ahead, if he was good. But in the dream, right as we were getting ready to shoot, the other girl with the gun suddenly said her gun was locked or something, and at that moment I heard my dog barking. I figured my dog was in the front of the house with my dad and was gonna ruin everything and going to get killed, but before anything could happen, I woke up. Of course. Because my dog was barking. She was in my backyard with my dad, because he took her out when got up for work. Too bad I never figured out if I lived to kill the murderer. :P

Changed names

Do you ever wonder where your last name comes from? Apparently when immigrants started to America from Europe back in the 1800s, many changed their last names. These reasons ranged from the desire to sound less Irish, to mere convenience purposes, although moving from place to place as populations grew made adapting second names necessary. In history class, Mrs. Norton said that someone in her family had a really long name, and they owned a pickle factory. Since he owned a pickle factory, he shortened the name and eventually it got to be just "Blaze." Doesn't that make you wonder about your name? When I look up my name, it's a variation of "Biagi." I looked that up, and there's many variations of that name. I wonder if there's all these distant relatives I don't know of with changed names...that'd be cool. I think it's all pretty interesting.

Why, stye, why?

My left eye is crazy. I'm not sure what's up with it lately. It started about a few months ago, when I got a stye.  So my eye has this stye and my mom tells me to use these eye drops which naturally treat styes. Everything clears up, so I was fine, right? A few weeks later my eye feels itchy and irritated. I have another stye. In my left eye. After that, I wonder if it's from my mascara. I needed a new one anyway, so I buy one from Target. After my stye disappears, I seem fine up until about three weeks later, when I get another one. Once again I use the drops for a few days, and it goes away. Yesterday I thought I felt one coming on, and my suspicion was confirmed when I woke up in the middle of the night with the familiar itchiness, soreness, and puffiness under my eye that occurs when I wake up while going through a stye breakout. This is my fourth or fifth one, and it always happens in my left eye. Why? It's just really weird, not to mention annoying. I know touching your eyes definitely isn't good with all the bacteria on hands, and I probably touch my eyes a lot, but I don't think I favor my left eye. Hmm. I guess I'll just have to look it up. 

Due dates

So my friend stayed home from school yesterday and today to work on this project for a class that's due tomorrow. She went to my house after school today to finish and print out the written work, when she finally took a closer look at the paper with the project requirements. The project wasn't due for three weeks! Fail. I mean, who does that? lol. She had been all frantic because she left it to the last minute, or so she thought, for some reason. It's funny how relieved she immediately became when she realized her mistake. Haha.

Spit balls

I don't understand why guys will spit while walking. Ew. My best friend and I were talking about this subject last week, when she was complaining about this topic,and of course a few days ago it happens to me. I was strolling along to fourth period when suddenly this guy, who's with his friends, starts to prepare his giant, disgusting spitball. Luckily, I saw it hit the ground and I moved out of its path before I got giant, disgusting spitball on my shoe. The producer of the nasty specimen saw my look of disgust and laughed with his friends. How mature. But in the past couple days I've noticed more and more guys spitting. I mean, is it necessary? Do you actually have a loogie (although that makes it even more nasty)? All the times I'v dodged peoples' spit, other people step right in it. That's how it is, right? Grody:P

Like a boxer, but not as cool

Yesterday I got my night-guard that I've needed for like a year, because I grind my teeth really bad, and let's just say it's weird. I guess I just need to get used to it, but so far when I wore it last night it just felt like I had a mouth stuffed with weird plastic. Which I did. once I put it in, though, I felt like a boxer with their mouth guard, so I spent a few minutes being dumb in front of my mirror. That wasn't very smart since it was already late and I needed to sleep, but whatever. Ew, and the night-guard also had this weird taste, which I swear tastes like the smell of this one nail place, or nail polish. But since I washed it it hopefully doesn't taste like nail polish anymore. Ooh, maybe it'll taste like soap. Soapy plastic. Yum. Maybe I'm just a freak, but once I actually got into bed I had to figure out how I was going to sleep. Usually I go to sleep with my mouth closed, but now I had this night-guard. So it was like, Do I sleep with my mouth closed or open a little? Somehow I fell asleep, but too bad I don't remember if I fell a sleep with my mouth open. Damn, now I have to figure it out again :P

oh Sockss:)

I declare my affinity for socks. What kind of socks? Awesome socks that rock, of course. In my drawer I have ladybug socks, cupcake socks:), flower socks, monkey socks, teddy bear socks, polka dot over-the-knees, metallic stripe over-the-knees, pink and grey leopard with metallic on the spots, and right at this moment I'm wearing my adorable elephant socks. Of course I also have a few pairs of regular white socks, but I prefer my awesome, cool socks. Why are socks so wonderful? They're comfy, and if you're going to wear fabric to cover your feet it might as well be cute:D