My next computer....

is going to be a mac. i have decided. one of my favorite YA authors said she has a mac.... which kinda made my decision final. plus i love all of the webcam stuff they have. if I don't like the Mac i will switch back to PCs.

well that is basically the end of my post from yesterday


i don't know what to write today. Would you like to hear a poem by yours truly? I will show you a poem.

A Lazy Afternoon
or
When the Poet Watches a Star Wars Marathon in her Bedroom

Sitting at home,
becoming one with the bed,
staring at the TV.
Slowly melting in the sheets,
should I get up?
Can I get up any longer?

This is one of my favorite poems by me. In creative writing class theres no real creative freedom. it has to be ART with big capital letters and in a fancy but not romantic script. This poem is my FuN poem with a strange font and a capital letter that isn't in the front. It was a spontaneous poem that i wrote in three seconds that slightly mocks the snooty tooty *yes i just said that* poems and I will adore it no matter what the guy with the Harry Potter glasses and Harvard degree says.

hmmm.... thats all i can say about that

WHaT aM I GOoOiNG tOO TAlk AboOUT TOoDay??

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I DRANK SOUR MILK LAST NIGHT!
it was uber gross.

So heres what happened:

When i walk in my house and i forget where i am going i end up infront of the fridge. so last night this is what i did. I stared at the fridge for a minute, wondering why i was infront of it and what to do next when i saw a bottle of chocolate milk. I immediatly grabbed it and took a huge sip. I took it away from my mouth for a second and smelled something funny, so get this. I took another sip to see if it was spoiled or not. WHAT WAS I THINKING??? AM I COMPLETELY IDIOTIC!?? WHO DOES THAT?? apparently me. So i took a sip and it tasted fine but something. wasn't. right. That was when i looked at the expiration date. it had expired THREE DAYS PREVIOUSLY!!! I screamed and dumped it down the sink. It wasthen that i realized i had just drinken a bunch of sour milk. I had no idea what to do so i just opened my mouth really wide as if that would do anything at all. I looked back at the fridge and saw whipcream. I decided that possibly eating whipcream would do something so i sprayed the whipcream in my mouth. it did nothing. After that I came to (some) of my senses and rinsed my mouth out with mouthwash (I say some because I swallowed a tiny bit. BAD MOVE).
I learned my lesson last night. Here is what i learned


I really need to stop randomly walking up to my fridge. what is that about? Im never even hungry when I do that.
I should never ever ever drink milk out of the bottle again. learned my lesson. i will pour it into a cup next time.
I should check the expiration date and try to remember it whenever we get chocolate milk so i know when to stop drinking it.
I don't really like whip cream all that much.

well, thats pretty much all for tonight. Cinco de Mayo. Tomorrow is Seis de Mayo. I hope something fun happens tomorrow so i can talk about it....

tata

I kept a journal for a while...

and it did not work, uhm, that well. You see, lots of stuff started happening and i'm not the type of gal who can handle a lot of things happening. So I journaled for about three hours a day *not all at once!* and im not the type of gal who calms down by writing my thoughts down and thinking about things rationally either. My writing gets WAY irrational. example:

My friend Abby coughed and mentioned the Swine flu.
that is SO dumb i mean, nobody has died of it yet...
except in Mexico. and aren't they saying its going to mutate?
OH MY GOD! LOUISIANA IS CLOSE TO MEXICO! We're
like RIGHT NEXT TO TEXAS!!! DID I JUST SNIFFLE?
OH MY GOD I HAVE SWINE FLU! IM DYING!

so basically, i did that for three hours a day for two months making any small problem or NO problem something huge (although a lot of the problems weren't small by any means) and it all mounted into a big mental breakdown (right before an exam too so i ended up not studying at all that night. that helped A LOT *sarcasm*). I vowed never to journal again... but i think i might blog. Blogging isn't as intense as journaling. You just rant and have fun talking to a general unknown reader on your computer.

So I'm going to start blogging again, and one of my favorite authors, Maureen Johnson, began Blog Every Day in April so I have dubbed May an unofficial, only including me, BLOG EVERY DAY IN MAY. I will blog everyday talking about various non-serious things. If somebody is actually reading this, warn me if I get apocalyptic and crazy. Im not repeating my journaling phase again. BLOG EVERY DAY IN MAY will begin tomorrow and I promise you, reader (probably me because I don't think anyone is ACTUALLY going to read this), you will be entertained.