Aghified.

I didn't want Sista Beavah to find out about me messaging Author S M Johnson. Or whatever.
Crappppp...
Or I guess, turrrrrrrrd.
The exact reason I didn't want her to know is because I'm a total freak/infatuated friendwhore when it comes to these things. I feel this adrenaline to stick up for my friends. Whether I've met them or not.
Ahem.
Anyhoo, the past is the past...at the present...agh.
Haircut.
Dunno if I should love it or hate it...
I guess school on Tuesday will let me know.
Which leaves a bigger problem:
WHAT TO WEAR ON THE FIRST DAY.

DAM IT FIRST-DAY-PROBLEMS ALL,
BEAVER

Giant, mega epiphany.

I was a total jerkface prissy prickwad of baloney in sixth grade.
I'm probably still that way.
Sixth to seventh grade was when I was at the peak of my rudeness. I just reread a whole bunch of my old chats, and one of the ones from when I was in sixth grade basically went like:

Friend: hey!
Me: hi.
Friend: so what's up?
Me: im busy
Friend: oh ok...but can i show you something? plzzz its important
Me: no, im busy
Friend: plzzz?
Me: OH. MI. GOD.
Friend: ...
Me: WHAT THE FREAK DO YOU NOT UNDERSTAND ABOUT AWAY GOD UR SO ANNOYING
Friend: i didnt say anything...................
Me: OH MY GOD IM AWAY STOP BOTHERING ME

Yeah, it's safe to say that that's probably the reason I kind of had a reputation for being a tightass in school.
Although I do hope that I've changed now. "Changed" meaning completely and utterly changed. I don't want to be that girl that has the reputation for being really, really rude.

On another note: FISH BOWL!
Here's the general gist of what happened:
Went
Signed up for clubs
Got free candy from signing up
Decided to sign up for Red Cross for the free Milky Way bar
Decided to sign up for StuCo because it's just amazingly awesome
Decided to sign up for Science Club because...okay, seriously, what the hell was going on in my mind?
Wandered around
Found some friends
Latched onto said friends like superglue
Said friends literally tried to ditch me by walking very fast
Said friends claimed it was a joke
Said friends try this process about five times
Bell rings and we all go to the assigned homeroom
Seniors take roll ("Er...alright, you gotta help me with this one...Wuh..."; "Does it start with W? Because that's me. Just call me Michelle, though.")
Seniors explain about Westwood
Homeroom students play on phones
We go out of our homerooms and attempt to find our way downstairs
I lead everybody to a dead end
I'm booted off the Head Navigator position
We find our way downstairs
Everyone is packed into the gym
Cheerleaders start dancing for a "pep rally"
Boys ogle at cheerleaders' short miniskirts
Girls glare at cheerleaders for capturing boys' attention
Cheerleaders attempt to teach the class body a cheer that basically consists of shaking your butt/hips
Senior class president Rishi announces the "Party is onnnnnnnn!"
Senior class president Rishi starts pelvic-thrusting all the poor fishies
I get pelvic-thrusted
I gag in the corner
Senior class president Rishi takes off his shirt (don't worry, he was wearing two...which does strike me as a little odd)
Senior class president Rishi chases two girls around the gym
Everybody decides to steer clear of senior class president Rishi for the year
I lamely stand here, there, outside, eating, drinking, "dancing"--WHATEVER it is, I perform the action lamely
I mingle
I chatter
I watch boys play ping pong (yeah, they had ping pong tables set up)
I eat strawberries
I dance a little
I curse myself for wearing super skinny jeans
I drink some Sprite
I lose Kolencherry in the crowd, which is bad because I'm giving her a ride home
Found Kolencherry!
We go home
Er, she goes home and I go to my home
...I watch "August Rush" with my mom while trying to imitate the cheerleaders

Alright, maybe that last part wasn't totally related to Fish Bowl, but it was part of my eventful night. Gosh, can't wait for school to actually start, huh?

asdfghjkl;

I just did a keyboard glissando.
Like a piano glissando, except on the keyboard.
Booya.

Anyhoo, I'm a mega mofo when it comes to editing. I'm helping TK with her new project, "Oh, the Life of a Kolencherry". It's awesome. It has a guy named Cole in it. And a girl named India.
I've always wanted to name my children after countries. I.e., India, Korea, Afghanistan.
Maybe not the last one.
Whatever.

Aghified. That's like "Agh", but -ified. Booya.
Booya.
Booyaya.
Boobooya.
^Ha ha, that's like BOOBooya.
Boob-ooya!
Boob-ooya!
Huzzah!
Huzzah!

I may or may not have eaten gummy vitamins with extra sugar tonight.
They're yummy in my tummy, oh they're gummies.
BOOB-OOYA!

BEAVERBEAVER <--double beaver
That'd look a little weird, wouldn't it?

D.I.A.,
BEAVER

(24) Days of Insomnia

I'm gonna die.
In a moment of sheer stupidity, I decided that I'd write the list options on slips of paper, then mix them up and match them randomly.
You wanna know what I came up with?

CHALLENGE ONE


Adventure – Yacht – Family Drama

Bacon, the color red, crystal ball



CHALLENGE TWO

Mystery – Desert Island – Summer Job

Bicycle, porcelain doll, fake flowers



CHALLENGE THREE

Tragedy –Summer School – Zombies

Dim sum, newspaper hat, notebook



CHALLENGE FOUR

Romance – Ice Cream Shoppe – Food

Sea glass, hand mirror, pocket watch



CHALLENGE FIVE

Comedy – Beach – Misusing magic

Sunglasses, banana bread, the color black



CHALLENGE SIX

Bio/Memoir – Shopping Mall – Dieting

Dragons, Aston Martin, barbed wire



CHALLENGE SEVEN

Superhero – Foreign Country – Falling out of Love

Sword, paper lanterns, castle



CHALLENGE EIGHT

Horror – Pool – Losing a Friend

Wings, palm trees, the color bronze



CHALLENGE NINE

Fantasy – Fast food eatery – getting lost

Topiary, lace, glass dome



CHALLENGE TEN

Non Fic – Home – Moving

Milkshake, socks, fingernails



CHALLENGE ELEVEN

Gen Fic – Cave – Sneaking out

Trenchcoat, leather boots, fish tank



CHALLENGE TWELVE

Western, BBQ, over indulgence

Steel, silk, snow

 
Yay me and my eight days of writing. Nonstop. Every night. 'Til 4 AM. Or later/earlier.
Agh.