Ahahahahaha guess what my little sister just said.

"Mommy, can I weigh myself?"

"Wait, what?"

"Can I weigh myself??"

"Sure, why?"

"Because I'm naked!!"

Ahahahahahaha..

Sandwich.
SmoothiesAreEmo: guess what?
CAPTanti school: What?
SmoothiesAreEmo: when i got home i ate the world's biggest sandwich
CAPTanti school: How big was it?
SmoothiesAreEmo: bigger than any other sandwich in the whole world
SmoothiesAreEmo: i promise
CAPTanti school: Hahaha..okay.
CAPTanti school: What was in it?
SmoothiesAreEmo: everything
CAPTanti school: ..that's quite a lot of things.
SmoothiesAreEmo: yes
CAPTanti school: Well I hope you had fun eating it.
SmoothiesAreEmo: i did
SmoothiesAreEmo: but now my tummy hurts =(
CAPTanti school: Perhaps you should refrain from eating such large sandwiches.
SmoothiesAreEmo: i am considering it...however, i will not make a commitment to not eating huge sandwiches
SmoothiesAreEmo: i fear i may have a problem, nancy.
CAPTanti school: Are you addicted to sandwiches, Flannery?
SmoothiesAreEmo: i don't know
CAPTanti school: Hahaha.
SmoothiesAreEmo: yesh.

Hmm..most interesting, heh.

From now on, I have decided that you will only get sporadic updates. Not like you didn't already know that. But yes.

What starts with "f" and ends with "uck"?



..a firetruck.

What starts with "c", ends with "t", has a "u" and "n" in the middle, and has milky white stuff on the inside?



..a coconut.

Update, children. It appears that now I'm going to be here for Spring Break. Apparently my grandparents don't want me or my sisters to come visit, because it would "be too stressful." Well, fine. I didn't really want to go anyways. So yeah..you can include me in your plans now. If you want. Whatever.

Pants..
Okay..wearing sweatpants with no shorts underneath is the weirdest feeling ever. In fact, it felt so odd that I decided I had to go on a quest for shorts! Now! I had no clean shorts, after all. So I went to my laundry basket, searching for the shorts I had worn earlier today. And alas! It had been emptied! So downstairs I went to the laundry room. I opened the washer, and behold! Dark colored items! Maybe a suitable pair of shorts would be in here! Nope..nothing but jeans and spandex. That..cannot be good. So I looked in the dryer, but no luck. Finally, as a last resort, I opened the garage door to find mountains of clothes in baskets, eagerly awaiting my arrival! In one of the numerous baskets were my shorts. Victory! I changed right then and there. Now my pants can achieve the proper level of sag-dom.

Nothing new to say.
Today while we were driving home from school, I told my little sister to shut up because she was aggravating me. She, in turn, told me to shut up. Guess who got yelled at. My mother told me that saying shut up was bad, and that she never wanted to speak to me again.

..five minutes later, she asked me how my day was.

Okay mom. Sure.

Soccer tournaments do not suck.
Waking up at 7:30 to drive to Thousand Oaks on a weekend: sucks.

Getting to hang out with all my soccer friends: does not suck.

Playing two soccer games a day: does not suck.

Having crappy refs for almost every game: sucks.

Taking out two players: does not suck.

Doing three headers in a row: does not suck.

Having to forfeit a game because they changed the time without telling us: majorly sucks.

Winning that game anyways because they let us play for fun: does not suck.

Getting our money back for the entire tournament: does not suck.

Getting horribly sunburned because I am very white: sucks.

Taking the entire tournament and going out to pizza afterwards to get our trophys: does not suck.

Yikes.
Bah. It's all different. But that's okay, at least there's a semi-bigger space to write in now.

You know, I thought I was going to update every day from now on (or at least *try* to..heh) but alas! Woohu was DOWN yesterday, so..not my fault! Uh, anyways.

Today during soccer a bunch of us were attempting to be EXTREME but..it didn't really work. I have a video and some pictures. You know, you should really go to my website sometime. As in, now. Then you can see me being a total nerd and running into walls and climbing up ropes that just happen to be there. Yep, that's right.

Well hmm. I can't think of anything else to write about except that my hands hurt. Climbing ropes is hard work! Better believe it. Don't forget, kiddies..go to my website.

Strange happenings.
Hmm. About half an hour ago, it started to rain out of nowhere. It went from that to a heavier rain, then back down to a drizzle or so, and then suddenly it started pouring. Then it stopped. Absolutely nuts, but what the heck. Why not.

On another note..parents can be real morons sometimes. I'm not talking about mine however. Last time that Amanda and I went to Starbucks, it was closing so we decided to go on a walk down through the neighborhoods. Of course, her dad went to Starbucks and alas, we weren't there. And just because of the kind of guy he is, he got super pissed. So tonight we wanted to go to Starbucks again, and he won't let her go because he doesn't think that we'll stay there, and that's not "okay" with him. Well, fine. Jerk.

A completely different thought..some people really need to lay off the excuses. Just give me one reason..honestly, I don't need that much to be convinced. Promise.

I'm sick of you all. I'm going to go read a book or something. Die.

Ladies and gentlemen, I have it: THE GUIDE TO ULTIMATE PUNK RAWK.
If you would like to be a punk, just follow this guide! It's that simple!

First! Walk (yes, walk..all the punks walk, didn't you know that?) to your local mall and head straight to the Hot Topic store. Once there, pick out a variety of band tshirts, preferably black ones. After you have bagged a number of those, look for a pair of plaid bondage pants, preferably red. Now, pick out a spiked belt and about fifty of those plastic bracelets that tie together. Finally, pick out a pair of Converse. BLACK Converse. They must be black! This is important! You can get high tops or low tops, but since most of the PUNK RAWKERS have low tops, get those. Before you check out, pick out a few HARDCORE patches and buttons to adorn your clothes and backpack. Once you have all these items, go to the cash register and pay pay pay! Now, walk out of Hot Topic and go to the nearest bathroom to change immediately into your new duds. Once done with that, proceed to the local Hollister. Walk inside and note the PUNK RAWK band playing on the store's sound system. Smile in appreciation. Go to the cash register, because that's where the PUNK RAWK cds are located. Pick up a copy of each of the following: The Used, Something Corporate, Trust Company, The Starting Line, New Found Glory, and Sugarcult. Once you have paid for all these, you can go home and pat yourself on the back. You are now a TRUE PUNK RAWKER. From now on, be sure to write ANARCHY symbols on anything and everything, because that's what the PUNK RAWK SCENE is really all about. The end.


Okay kids, that was a very sarcastic thing written by yours truly. If you're going to steal it, credit me or suffer the wrath of my psychotic forks. Yeah. Also, I do indeed like some of the bands whose names I wrote above, so don't give me crap about that. But it's pathetic. This is what 'the scene' has come to these days. The scene used to be cool, but now it is more about style and fashion rather than the music. I'm all about the music. Screw the style.