Rambling and Ranting Post

Hey,

Haven't blogged in a few weeks so I thought I should post sometime soon. Like now. But I'm supposed to be doing homework and I just started and have until 7:40 PM so I might just be rambling and ranting for this post. Just warning you so you don't read this post and think I'm a crazy, bitter weirdo (this is debatable). So.... yeah, here we go!

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In the middle of Science homework.... Can I say BORING? God, I mean, really? Who cares about how shape affects drag! I sure don't. Be right back... x(

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On to History homework! Be [not]right back!

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Time to reorganize my History binder! 

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Well that was a fail! Ugh. Don't you hate when your binder just completely falls apart and then you have to put all of your papers back in your binder one at a freakin' time!

Ugh, so aggravating... x-(  x-(  x-(

Great...I just figured out that the text I thought I sent 3 hours ago wasn't ever sent. The person I was texting wasn't ignoring me at all, they were waiting for me to respond! I feel so stupid right now... UGH.

Have to go now, even though I just know you'd love me to continue my rather short running commentary of my life (NOT).

Well, I'll post later....maybe.

Bywebywe for now!

Kitsune Girl ;) ;) (for the emoticon challenged that's a *wink wink*)

Valentine's Day

It's Valentine's Day, which I'm assuming some of you despise and some of you love. Am I right?

Again, drama. And lots of it (well, I'm expecting it...). But I agree with Vyrtilomon. Seriously? Seventh graders having drama on Valentine's Day? Wait until high school to deal with that crap. 

I actually like Valentine's Day. Free candy and stuff! Sounds awesome to me. I just had m&m's with my breakfast. Yum (I love sugar).

Okay,  I don't really know what else to write now so I guess I'll leave. 

Bye non-existent fans,

KitsuneGirl

<3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3

PS: Whenever you make hearts on the computer, they're lopsided...(and I don't mean sideways idiots)

PPS: I guess that last parenthese was supercalifragaharsh... Sorry to all those I have offended! :)

Parties=Pointless, Useless, F*cked Up Drama

Remember way back when? When a party meant bowling or doing scavenger hunts or doing pottery or anything else innocent that you can recall?

That was when parties were fun. I didn't know it then, but such times would never be experienced again... and now I'm depressed. Because now parties are just "OMG Blank1 and Blank2 were dancing!" or "look, it's a long disgusting line of grinding!" or "I'm upset because Blank1 didn't ask me out, except I'm not going to do anything about it because God help me if he were to know I like him! And there's no way I could possibly ask him out instead!"

Why does being asked out matter anyways? You don't do anything once it's happened. You just talk about 10% more than before. You wanna know why nothing happens? Because we're too busy being seventh graders and screwing over life.

Deal with this crap in high school. Seriously. Otherwise you'll realize that you've been f*cking yourselves over "love" since fifth grade. And try to enjoy parties more... rather than just worrying over who's gonna ask you to either dance or go out with.

Now I'm gonna get comments that piss me off... so I'll disclaim myself now. Speaking as an anti-social seventh grader, I am only stating what I see from my own point of view. Therefore, the only way you can take this post seriously is if you were me, which you're not, so obviously you shouldn't be taking this seriously.

I'm bored now, so I'll leave.

Bye-bi!

- Vyrtilomon

Dash and Lily

Don't you love those days when you read a whole book or two whole books the whole day?

I read Dash & Lily's Book of Dares today. It arrived suspiciously close to Valentine's Day (yesterday). I realized that D & L was written by the same authors as Nick and Norah's Infinite Playlist and bought the book. I really liked it. So much that I wish I could have a red Moleskin and live in Manhattan. But this is how I usually feel after reading a romance novel. After I read When It Happens by Susan Collasanti (Is that how you spell it?), I started keeping a sketchbook journal like Sara does. I even wrote some of the same things she did. I just easily like books like this. I did think that it stretched on a little bit too long though and that they exaggerated the "mommies". But I have never experienced Manhattan moms so who am I to judge?

I don't have time for a long entry today. I haven't blogged in awhile because...well, I would say it's my busy schedule but I just haven't had anything to write. Neither has Vyrtilomon or FuzzyBear.

There was Moron's Bar Mitzvah on Saturday (yesterday). I've concluded that it wasn't all good or all bad but an experience. I now know what Aliyot and Havdalah are, courtesy of the cool Julia. I danced, I sang, I cried, I took photos, I played basketball, I saw a broken ping pong table, I texted, I screamed, I talked, I laughed, I ate, I drank (Grapefruit juice!!!), I lived. But that sounds a bit too much like a dramatic...thing. I mean, don't get me wrong: the Bar Mitzvah was full of drama. So much that drama was in it's glory! But it's all over now and I'm calling it an experience. I've never really had an experience w/o lableing (?)

Got to go!
Bywebywe,

KitsuneGirl