It Is What It Is.

Nasty things happen all the time, don't they.

They're gross.

They're things like rehearsals, big-ass tests, and something weird, warm and wet under your seat. They're people with voices way to shrill, temperatures way to cold to sustain life, and marbles that WILL NOT GO DOWN THE MAZE, gosh.

I don't want to miss graduation.

I know I'm being a stupid whiny sucker and that I'm not even graduating from high school, just eighth grade. I know that I probably won't care about it when I'm twenty-five. I realize that TSA Nationals could be fun, and I get to ride on a plane. WHEE.

But I also realize that graduation is basically saying YES YOU SURVIVED and YOU'RE AWESOME and HAHA YOU'RE GONNA BE A FRESHMAN NOW and I actually want to be there and celebrate the fact that yes, I did survive and I am so awesome and shit I'm going to be a freshman now. And then I'm going to go home and scream for joy then cry out of sadness then I'll fall asleep and it will be summer and it will be amazing. And everyone will party and eat happiness like it was the most delicious burrito ever.

But I love the band saw with a fiery passion.

So this is a conundrum. And it is annoying.

But luckily Mad-Eye is here and he is screaming "CONSTANT VIGILANCE" and maybe Franny had a little too much sugar today. And maybe I love my friends and maybe Olivia just can't be my friend anymore.

So I guess it is what it is.

Bring Out the Bubbly

Happy Holidays!
The best things about the holidays are that I have probably drank (drunk? dranken?) way to much sparkly apple goodness that is humanly possible and I hope my bladder doesn't explode, and I have successfully done NOTHING for TWO DAYS except I actually touched my Earth Science binder today. Death.
Hope your birthdays and holidays were fabby.

dead squirrel.

I see a lot when I walk home from school.

A lot of things are just normal, a pine cone on a side walk, a ripple in a puddle.

Why do I look at ripples in puddles?

Anyways.

Today I was, k'now, just walking along, feeling completely tired until something gray and fuzzy caught my eye. It was weird. It was a squirrel.

It had a deep gash in its leg and its mouth was slightly open. It looked really distressed. I thought it had lost a leg until I realized the white thing there was a bone.

Right about then I shuddered.

I was looking at it for awhile, trying to figure out HOW it died because, um, leg meat doesn't just split like that. Angry deer? Angry bird? Angry dog? Angry cat? Angry bunny? HUMAN???

The more I looked at it, the more disgusted I got. The more disgusted I got, the more I couldn't look away.

It was a terrible sensation. Nevereverever look at a dead squirrel for too long.

The hairs on its tail blew in the wind.