Buenos viaje!

Well I figured that it's about time I write my final blog entry since it's due tomorrow. Instead of studying for exams like I should have been, i had chosen to start getting psyched for my trip to Mexico! That doesn't even mean that I have been packing, it mostly involved me laying on my bed thinking about it and taking pictures of my cat because I am going to miss him. Probably more than my friends. I tweeted about it if you care to know. One of the pictures is included with it, too. Anyways, this has been enough procrastination for one night. I'm not sure if I'll ever even post anything again. Unless people enjoy my writing, then this will be a good way to waste time. That's all folks!

Fish Masacre Part 2

With a belly full of fish, I don't think that Mrs. Puffer could handle it. She too, died in the pineapple like her husband. Before their deaths, we did discover that their stomachs kind of puff up, causing them to be stuck belly side up at the top of the water. That was quite interesting I thought. And then we decided, well I decided, that I wanted to put Glub Glub in the five gallon fish tank and the other two fish in the one gallon fish bowl. I just wanted Glub Glub to get bigger sooner. Zippity, one of the two fish, was the next to reach the end of his lifetime. His named was zippity because all he did was swim really fast back and forth in the tank. I assumed that he worked his poor little heart to death. Goldie lived for a few more days. Being alone broke her heart for sure. Cause of death: heartbreak. Five fish, all dead in two and a half weeks. Walmart massacre? I think yes.

Fish Masacre Part 1

For my birthday, which was about a month ago now, my boyfriend had gifted me with a five gallon aquarium for our goldfish, Glub Glub. Mitchell had won me Glub Glub at Dairy Days this past year. Ever since, we had been thinking about buying new fish. So when this opportunity arose, we decided to purchase fish from Wal-Mart that we just had to have. The ones that we wanted the most were the puffer fish, so we bought two. But since those are kind of expensive, we bought three other fish that were said to be compatible with the puffers. We brought them home, decorated their tank, and made them feel welcome. Apparently they didn't appreciate our efforts.
When you bring a fish home, it takes a little while for it to adapt to their new home. Ever since day two, Mr. Puffer didn't look so good. It wasn't swimming as strongly, which resulted in it getting stuck to the filter in the tank...three times. He perished peacefully in the Spongebob pineapple. Mr. Henderson had warned me that the puffer will eat the other fish, but I didn't listen. Mrs. Puffer ate half of the smallest and cutest fish we had, I had named her lion because she had zebra stripes. I would avenge her murder, however. Since Mrs. Puffer had ate Lion I decided that Mrs. deserved to be eaten by my cat. Mitchell didn't like that idea though, which upset me. To be continued...

The Origin of Blog

Originally, I was going to make my blog about food. Life, once a week I would bake something and post a picture of it, give you my recipe, the works. But, that didn't exactly happen. I do enjoy baking, but only when I'm in the mood to. If I bake because I HAVE to for this school assignment, I don't think that I would enjoy it as much. Like when people demand cookies out of me, I'd rather just take pictures of myself eating the cookie dough and showing it to them. I don't understand how someone can be a "good" baker either. To make stuff taste good all you have to do is follow the directions, it's that easy. Maybe being a "master" chef is just a big conspiracy, like maybe if they gave me one of their recipes I could become a master chef as well?! If I wasn't such a picky eater I would become a food critic and find out for myself. Until then, I suggest someone go out and destroy the public's image of five star hotels.

Where art thou my fair Romeo?

After being in class with the same teacher everyday for fifty minutes, you form quite a bit of an opinion about them. Mrs. Hoppe for example, is one of the sweetest ladies I know and Mr. Molle is super funny. But I'm not going to talk about either of them. I have english class after lunch with my best friend Sarah. Considering we just ate, everyone is full of energy. Well, some more than others. At the beginning of the year she sat three rows away from me. But now she sits directly behind me. No, she didn't ask Mr. Statz if she could move, she just slowly sat in empty seats, moving closer to me every time. There's no way that he didn't notice this happening considering he takes attendance everyday by looking at the seating chart.
Basically no matter what we do, he doesn't care. Lately we have taken it to the next level. As soon as Statz announced to us that we would be reading Romeo and Juliet aloud, we knew what was going to happen. I would platy thew role of Romeo and Sarah would be Juliet. I battled for Romeo against other people and prevailed. And Sarah had no competition. Reading aloud so much developed our thirst so we decided to bring in a giant bottle of V8 to class. It certainly quenched my thirst. We then gifted the empty bottle to Mr. Statz out of our gratitude for our education. When Romeo and Juliet finally met in the play, Sarah and I faced each other, held hands, and resumed the roles of our characters.
School should be about having fun while learning. When we're bored we don't tune in to the lecture or whatever the teacher is talking about. So to the teachers out there, (don't worry about it Mrs. Kies, this isn't about you) make it fun!

Too Young for Media

Another thing that I cannot stand is when kids under the age of like, thirteen have Facebook and Twitter. The problem with them is that they don't think about what they post. No, your life is not over when your boyfriend of one week breaks up with you. I don't think that they fully realize that they have a quite a bit of life ahead of them. I would advise them to not sweat mistakes they have made, but they aren't even mature enough to make mistakes! Sure, I've made some, but at the same time, I feel like I was mature enough to get over it, unlike some kids these days. My advice to them would be to think about what you're saying before you post it. I'm sure that your family members don't want to read your desperate posts.

Social Networking

With all of the social networks that are available to access, people are becoming more and more open to complete strangers. Or, depending on the site, complaining obnoxiously about their problems. Facebook has seemed to die down a bit because people have gone off and gotten a Twitter. Nowadays, Twitter has become the new Facebook. Most often people post about how their lives are so terrible. I think that Twitter is used more because parents haven't gotten around to getting a Twitter yet. But at the same time, save the hashtags  for Twitter, not Facebook; that's kind of the point of Twitter anyways.