hallo-weener

*snicker*

I like holidays that involved candy and mischief.

For the occasion, I have came to school as myself.

Shmee made a girl vomit. I won't elaborate on the occasion. I don't think it involved picking her nose either.

Thats all, really.

My goodness, my toe.

Aye. Ive noticed I forget things I was supposed to blog aboot. But, hey! Yall dont know yur missin anythang!

BY GOLLY! shvic needs lip balm and mittins.

I finally finished my test in marketing. Testing at home is NOT as great as you would think. Im so distracted! and I become so sleepy!
and, blackboard creates errors at precisely the wrong moment. Shame! Blackboard. Shame!

Hey shmee, can you hear the taters crying? *snicker*
Shmee andI found crumbled tater chips in the parking lot. We enjoyed a moment...

but hey, I laugh at most things.

One time my preacher started this acapella, almost edwardian chant like song. Im so ashamed. I had to duck under the pew.

Went to walgreens to pick up 3-d glasses. They didnt have any. and, luckily, I didnt have the shame of asking for them. An older lady did before me.
I saw a mask that was of the Burger king....hes always cracked me up.

I have a slick wig for tommarrow. I Am Not Wearing it to School. No!

oh, will you look at that? I need sleep!

brrr's and grrr's

Oh, man. Blogging in class isnt what its cracked up to be. Prying *beady* *snot-nosed* eyes.

Blackboard should be shot, I know that for a fact.

My stomach rumbles constantly, although I keep giving it things. Like like chicken. and and potatoes. Grrrrr.....said my tummy.

gee whiz, am I cold. But my heart is still warm.

Snicker is the new snort....or, was snicker first?

My mom found $100 in Wal-mart. We gave it to the Ass. Manager. haha..... Ass. Manager! We didnt want that kinda karma on our hands. So, if your missing some pocket change, the Ass. Manager has long blonde hair.

I getta wear a coat tommarrow! yay! I love wearing coats.
and pants.
and of course, socks.

kerr pow!

Wow! Ive been absent from the blogging world. But so has Shmee! Word.

Nothing happening. No trouble going down. No mischeif a brewin.

Except for shmee, who is mischeif personified.

Chad, youve been mentioned.

Word to Lily! A minx. I saw your piraty truck. word.

Cheese is pretty good. cold fingers and warm shoulders.

bloggum shpink

Photography has taken on a new meaning for me, because now Im looking through some of my pictues, trying to find things to paint.

started last week on a scene from the boardwalk in Beafort.
its going good, but Im still looking for something spectacular.

It would help if I started photographing again.

Durrr....

You know you're a bum when the bummiest of teachers insinuates you are a bum.....

I have been doing better. I thought marketing was going to be super difficult, but it turns out that it isnt, just takes effort. Ive tured my school ways. I wouldnt call myself a bum.
I did get that mannequin done last week.
I finished all the modules (except the black hawk down one) for the whole semester in Intro to film
I havent turned in any assignments late in marketing.

Its a personal struggle, I suppose.

Reread Goblet of Fire( so much better than I remembered)..... or do next weeks case study....

Hark to lily....who just is not a kendra.....I cant even jokingly call her that. She just isnt.
She is, however, a minx.

151 countries, only one Sham.

So, my life at home revolves around a couple of internal struggles: a cat (who closely resembles Mrs. Norris, with a similar personality) who sits on the porch, or if shes brave, in the driveway, waiting for me, (and only me) to come home and let her come into the house, hand feed her and let her sit on my shoulder. This goes fine, as long as Ive got on a hooded sweater, and if my guardian Sham doesnt see.

Sham hates the before mentioned cat. She has a very good reason. That cat is hateful! As I sit here typing, she blocks the screen and bites my fingers.

but I love her!

when I let her (did I say let? I mean, when she climbs up) on my shoulder, she purrs. Its so sweet!

Sham goes into fits of rage at the very sight of that scrawny, grey stripped cat. Sham bites, growls, barks and jumps, all at the same time.

I usually have scratches all over me afterward.

For the past two weeks......thats my afternoons. Dont look at my shoulders and think Im being abused at home. Its just the cat.

but I love her!

Thats all, really.
A mannequin calls.

Ho, Ho, Ho Green Apple!

Saturday I went to applefest. I looked at stuff. I saw some people.....
you know, the same stuff I do at wal-mart.

Super glad lily could accompany me! she was an applefest first timer.
Saw shmee. she had in her posse a red headed hairy man.....
couldnt really pay much attention to anything, especially in that bookstore. There was a whole section of sleezy pirate romance novels.

Broke my apple swatter. I swat hard.

Oh! Criss Angel is on TV.....give me a moment!

this is fall break, and Ive set up some goals. I dont feel like sharing them right now.

er....would type more, but, its lunch time.