RIGHT HERE AND NOW.
Is anyone interested in getting a good laugh? Yes? Well...click here. It's hilarious. I am one of the people..one of the oh-so-brave anonymous ones, but I only commented once. Anyways, a note on this "Diane" person...if they really were some person that's high up and in charge and whatnot, don't you think they would take care to spell check? Honestly. I know I would. So I'm not going to listen to this "Diane" because of that. It's pretty pathetic when people do things like that, and THERE'S ERRORS. Come on. Anyways..go read and laugh. Then move on. And go to my website...wink wink.

La de da---*windows shatter* Well, fine.
Go to my website. It's cool. I swear. And sign the guestbook while you're at it....PAIGE.

Click here! Do it..

What the heck this stupid journal.
What is wrong with this journal? Notice how whenever someone leaves me more than one comment, it repeats the text? Why? I don't know. It's quite annoying though. I've tried about 5,000 ways to fix it, but it. Keeps. Doing. That. And it's making me mad. Maybe I'll email the guy who runs this whole site...maybe. No, chances are I'll get sick of looking at it and be like, "DIE person who is doing this!" and then it might get fixed. Whatever. I don't know.

Little sisters are dumb.
Oh, how my little sister annoys me. If I so much as barely touch her, she cries. I call her a non-threatening name, and she cries. I stare at her for long periods of time, and what does she do, ladies and gentlemen? SHE. CRIES. I'm not even going to waste my time going into detail about what happened today, but let's just say I lost my temper in Target and hip checked her into one of the aisles. Naturally, she falls into something and CRIES. She's such an embarassment. I don't want a sissy little sister. Oh well, what does it matter to me. I don't like her anyways. In fact, I intensely dislike her. So much that it drives me to violence...oh wait, I'm already an over-violent person. AW GEE, THAT'S AWFUL. Only...not. The end.

And it keeps on going, always; never ending. Sigh.
Some say that problems are like wolves; always chasing after you and never letting up. You can't run from them forever, so eventually you have to destroy them. What if I want to meet the wolves halfway, and let them tear me apart? Then what?

I am so cool.
Wow, today when I got back from doing homework and reading and whatnot, I went to the computer to check my messages and there were...ONE HUNDRED AND EIGHTEEN MESSAGES! ALL FOR ME! I felt so incredibly cool, you don't even know. They were nice messages too! But yeah...thank you to my nice message-leavers. I was sitting there reading them all, and I found a big dopey grin spreading across my face. I haven't smiled that big since...well, a long time.

PEOPLE WHO LEAVE ME MESSAGES ARE FREAKING AWESOME.

Okay, enough of that. Time to go do my math so I don't have to furiously copy it during SSR. Die.

Die beste band der welt.
Paige and I have decided to add to our Master Plan. And here it is:

Fourteen things to do at Walmart to create havok and have fun:
1. Get twenty-four boxes of condoms and randomly put them in people's carts when they aren't looking.
2. Set all the alarm clocks in housewares to go off at five minute intervals.
3. Make a trail of tomato juice on the floor to the rest rooms.
4. Walk up to an employee and tell him/her in an official tone, "Code 3 in housewares." and see what happens.
5. Go to the Service Desk and ask to put a bag of M&M's on lay away.
6. Move a "CAUTION - WET FLOOR" sign to a carpeted area.
7. Set up a tent in the camping department and tell other shoppers you'll only invite them in if they bring pillows from the bedding department.
8. When a clerk asks if they can help you, begin to cry and ask, "Why can't you people just leave me alone?
9. While handling guns in the hunting department, ask the clerk if he knows where the anti-depressants are.
10. Dart around the store suspiciously while loudly humming the theme from "Mission Impossible".
11. In the auto department, practice your Madonna look by using different size funnels.
12. Hide in the clothing rack and when people browse through say, "PICK ME! PICK ME!!!!!"
13. When an announcement comes over the loud speaker, assume the fetal position and scream, "NO! NO! It's those voices again!"
14. Go into a fitting room and yell real loud, "Hey! We're out of toilet paper in here!"

Hahahahaha...

Halloween! (well gee, what did you expect?)
Obviously, today was Halloween. All in all, it was a pretty fun day, which was a surprise. I went to school as Batman, which embarrassed my sister quite a bit. I mean, here's this freshman girl walking around with her, in a Batman getup. Honestly. But since I don't care about those things, it was all good. I even played soccer in my outfit, except for the cape because it got kind of hot. Yeah, in October at that. Ah well, that's Southern California for you. When I got home, I just lounged around for bit until my mother informed me that I could no longer go trick-or-treating with Kelly, which made me quite mad. After all, she had granted me permission before, but I guess she talked it over with my father and changed her mind. Parents these days. Sheesh. So I ended up going with Amanda and Kristin, which was cool. We walked around Amanda's neighborhood for a bit, looking for other girls because Amanda was dressed up as a guy and her and Kristin thought it would be funny if they hit on her. I admit, it was pretty hilarious when two girls started following us around, for the sole purpose of "checking the hot guys out," because we all looked like guys. Kristin would not stop cracking sex jokes because of that fact, and I'll tell you, that got real annoying real fast. But it was ok, because if I told her to shut up, she would because she's kind of scared of me anyways...heh heh. So we got tired of Amanda's neighborhood after a while and walked back to her house to ask her parents if they could give us a ride over to Kristin's neighborhood. That way, we could possibly walk to my house because we live fairly close to each other. We ended up just having Kristin's mom drive us over there, and then we ding-dong ditched my house. Immature, I know, but it was fun. Everyone just went home after that. I suppose I got lots of candy, which is neat. Anyways, I think I've rambled enough, and I need to get started on my math. Stupid teachers, assigning homework on Halloween...do they not know any better? Apparently not. Die. Goodnight.

And on a lasting note...all the little kids get tomorrow off because the adults thought they would be "too tired" to come to school! Oh, and as if we won't be. Oh no, we're just fine, don't worry about the older kids. Because you know, it's not like they care anyway. Alright, rant over. Fare thee well.

Cold weather is coming!
Yeah, cold weather rocks my pantalones. Ok so that didn't rhyme. You didn't notice that...right.

Sheesh, today everyone was trying to eat my poetry project. Yeah, eat it. Mrs. Bobek said she would eat it, so I threatened her with death. Not literally...I think. Heh heh. I was seriously considering ditching biology today, but then I remembered we had a lab, which would not be good to miss. Oh well, perhaps next time. I have nothing left to say...I just wanted to update this. Kind of dumb, I know. Goodbye.