POKÉMON! Gotta catch 'em all...
Anyways...yeah. Yesterday I got quite bored and for some reason, decided to bust out the Gameboy and old Pokémon game. Naturally, I ended up playing it for two hours or so. Haha my little sister saw me playing it and she would not shut up about wanting to borrow one of my Gameboys (I have two). Finally I just said, "Marjorie, SHUT UP!" and of course, my mother got mad at me. Surprisingly, my dad defended me by saying that Marjorie was indeed being annoying. I came up with this excellent plan to charge Marjorie for the use of my Gameboy for one night...two dollars. Yeah ok, so I cheated her out of her money, but she doesn't know any better. So back to the Pokémon, I got all addicted to it now, and so instead of doing homework and being on the computer, I'm all playing Pokémon. Right on! Haha I think I'm going to go play now. Heh heh.

Top down seat back, rolling in my Cadillac...
Yeah I wish I had a car. Too bad I can't drive for another, oh, say, TWO YEARS. Oh well, I'll just bum rides off people...heh heh. Like my little mood thing suggests up there, I feel like doing something mean. I guess I could uninstall all of my little sister's computer games...oh wait! I kind of already did that! Heh she left a note on my desk and it said, "Why did you take off the learning company you dork?!?" Exact wording. Isn't she nice? Well you know, it's not like I'm nice to her, so I suppose it's alright. Maybe I'll just go work on my bombs or something. Or maybe I could even whack people really hard with my Spanish workbook! Yeah! Poor Josh...poor Josh. Yeah so according to him, I have no friends. See, every day at brunch he is all standing off by himself and I'm talking to people and they stop talking for like, two seconds, and Josh says from his little hermit zone all by himself, "Poor Nancy, you don't have any friends. Poor Nancy." It gets quite annoying after a while, so today in Spanish I just snapped and hauled off and thwacked him with my workbook. Now he has this giant red welt/scratch down the length of his forearm. Oh well, he deserved it so it's ok. I guess I'll just have to think of new devious things to do.

Meanwhile, back at the ranch...haha just kidding. Anyone remember that book? Right on.

People these days...
So today during biology I was talking to Caitlyn about the guy that she liked (henceforth referred to as Bob), and she said, "Yeah, someone else likes Bob too." So I, being naturally curious, asked her who it was. Then Jeanette says, "Don't tell Nancy, she'll go find the other person and tell them." That made me quite mad. So I said, "What the heck Jeanette! Do I even know this mysterious other person?" And of course Jeanette says, "No, you don't."

What is wrong with this picture? I mean, there's good reason why people shouldn't trust me, but I wouldn't sink that low! For those of you who know me, you know that I don't like to be involved with guys, and especially not other people's guy problems. So why would I do that? Why was Jeanette so incredibly stupid and thoughtless in saying that? People can be amazingly dumb these days, and it's a wonder that some of them haven't been shot. I almost hit Jeanette, but I decided to be the better person and just ignore her. Obviously it got to me, but I didn't react the wrong way, though it would have been extremely emotionally satisfying to just pop her a good one. Argh...

Why am I sick?
What caused me to be sick? I used to never get sick, not even the slightest cold, up until recently. Don't know what happened...maybe I need to lay off of a few of my bad habits. That would be a good idea, but I think I'll refrain. I figured out why I'm so bad at keeping online journals! For one thing, I can almost never think of anything that I think people would enjoy reading, and two, I forget that I even claim ownership to one. Oops on my part. That's alright though, I suppose sporadic updates are better than not even having a journal to put them in. Well, if I never update again, I express my deepest sorrow to you all. Surprisingly, I have nothing left to say.