why would anyone say anything anyway? i didn’t think they were that bad… :C
They weren’t bad. So if anyone makes fun of you for them, they’re going to have me to deal with.
My first blog! Ask me a question, and I'll make sure to answer it as soon as I can.
Anonymous asked: Do you like hugs?
Sure. I guess they’re okay. It depends who they’re from.
joelheymanofficial asked: do you have a favourite pick up line?
Pick-up lines are a crutch.
(But if I could rearrange the alphabet, I’d put ‘U’ and ‘I’ together.)
So, as you all have seen from Chip’s recent (whiny AND MELODRAMATIC) post, the picnic was not quite up to par with SOME people’s UNREALISTIC standards (cough, cough CHIP TOLENTINO).
But surely this was not ALL my fault. Just because one of my fathers is slightly overenthusiastic doesn’t mean I should receive all the blame. How do expect Dan Dad to have memorized all of the contestant’s names? How ridiculous! All he did was show some common courtesy, which some of us need to get more of.
I tried to get everyone to come together and play some recreational activities, right? Because I figured, competitions are right up everyone’s ally, considering they participated in a COMPETITIVE SPELLING BEE. Boy, was I wrong! Everybody had to make a mountain out of a molehill for the silliest stuff. Chip fell and acted like he was suddenly paralyzed, when all he had was a little scrape. Barf didn’t even PARTICIPATE because of his “asthma”. The only other person who was actually a worthy competitor was Marcy. Yes, we did get into a small fight, but it wasn’t nearly as barbaric as Mr. Tolentino described it. There was some tackling, hair pulling, etc, etc, but if you want to win, you have to suck it up sometimes! Clearly the only real opponents here are me and Marcy. Props to her. Even if I did win.
Carl Dad was a little excited, but just because he appreciates my drive to win, doesn’t mean he’s completely crazy. I’ll admit, trusting everyone not to get lost or somehow manage to get “poison ivy” or break a bone wasn’t the brightest idea. Whining about it isn’t going to help though, Chip! And anyways, Olive received the proper medical care that she needed. At least she wasn’t a big baby about it.
I apologize that certain members in particular did not enjoy the GSA picnic. All I can say is that I appreciate that you all came.
You can suck me up, Schwartzy. I can’t believe you’re acting like this was my fault.
I’m not grounded anymore.
No thanks to my “friends”.
For those of you who don’t know, last week Logainne held a meeting of her Gay-Straight Alliance at the park near her school. It was a picnic, and we were all feeling pretty good about it. We all brought food (I helped my mom make chicken adobo) and when we first got there, it looked like everything was going to go fine.
Ha. Ha. Ha.
As soon as we got there, Schwartzandgrubenniere’s dad (one of them, I guess) starts interrogating us. “How old are you,” “Are you ‘G’ or ‘S’,” “How long have you and Logainne been friends,” everything. I don’t think he remembered any of us from the bee. It was like he had tunnel vision; all he could see was Pippi Freaking Longstocking. That alone I would have been able to deal with. Then his daughter decides that it’s time to play games.
Don’t get me wrong. I love ultimate frisbee. It’s one of my top six favorite sports, right there after table tennis, but even I know that it’s dangerous enough to get a bunch of nerds out in the sun without making them chase a flying disk berserk around the park.
As funny as it was watching Marcy and Logainne beat the crap out of each other, it probably set a bad tone for the rest of the picnic. Mr. Grubenierre finally tore them apart (after cheering Logainne on for a while, what the hell,) then told us it was time to eat. It took us about a half-hour to realize that we had no idea where Leaf was.
The worst thing Grubenierre could do in that situation would be to let us all loose in the park to go find him, right? I’m not totally crazy, am I? No? Because that’s what he did. “Hey, kids, your friend got lost, why don’t you split up and go find him!” Holy shit. Anyway, I went with Barf, Olive went with Marcy, and Logainne went with her dad, and we all spread out to look for Leaf. Probably five minutes later, Barf is crying in my ear that he got poison ivy on his leg. I know poison ivy, so I told him, it wasn’t poison ivy. He asked me if I was calling him stupid. I told him yeah, if he thought he walked in some poison ivy, he was stupid, because it wasn’t poison ivy. We started to fight. Needless to say, I totally kicked his ass, but by the time I’d put him in his place, we had no idea where we were. If I weren’t so gifted at orienteering, we might still be stuck out there in the woods. We managed to make it back to the picnic area, where Olive had managed to break her ankle, and Logainne and her dad had found Leaf.
He still had the damn frisbee.
((sarah you were in the BoM rp
how do we do this))
((are we talking about the para? one person starts it, then you figure out a vague order to go in. idk i think that it would be best if gracie started it.))
((i don’t know that everybody would be up for a para though))
((what is a para))
One day Captain Buttman looked out the window of his high-rise apartment. “My,” he said, “what a beautiful day!” And it was a beautiful day, for even though the sky was clouded over and the streets full of slush that had undoubtedly already felled many of the old and infirm, his heart was full of love for his sidekick, Lady Lass.
Lady Lass was still asleep, of course, but the Captain only took this as his opportunity to prepare a lovely brunch for them both. Smiling, he sashayed into the breakfast nook in search of bacon and grapefruit. Grapefruit, he knew, was the universal citrus of brunch.
Now if only he knew what a grapefruit was.
((sarah you were in the BoM rp
how do we do this))