oh no. it's the case of the phantom hangover all over again.i never drink, i never do drugs, yet i have a headache the size of alaska. hoboy.
oh WELL. it feels better now. AND i got this!(alt code by me.)
i liked swimming shopping (7 more stuffed animals for my collection of over 370! ) and catching frogs but if i get one more mosquito bite, sqash one more bug or eat my cereal out of a thermos again i will PUKE! well, i at least get to do everything i want. but i spent the last three days in misery!
Hey. guess who just learned how to burn cd's?!?! ME!!!!!
also i found out i think ALL the bart simpson chalkboard writing ate the beggining of the simpsons!;
I will not carve gods.
I will not spank others.
I will not aim for the head.
I will not barf unless I'm sick
I will not expose the ignorance of the faculty.
I saw nothing unusual in the teacher's lounge.
I will not conduct my own fire drills.
Funny noises are not funny.
I will not snap bras.
I will not fake seizures.
This punishment is not boring and pointless.
My name is not Dr. Death.
I will not defame New Orleans.
I will not prescribe medication.
I will not bury the new kid.
I will not teach others to fly.
I will not bring sheep to class.
A burp is not an answer.
Teacher is not a leper.
Coffee is not for kids.
I will not eat things for money.
I will not yell "She's Dead" at roll call.
The principal's toupee is not a Frisbee.
I will not call the principal "spud head".
Goldfish don't bounce.
Mud is not one of the 4 food groups.
No one is interested in my underpants.
I will not sell miracle cures.
I will return the seeing-eye dog.
I do not have diplomatic immunity.
I will not charge admission to the bathroom.
I will never win an Emmy.
The cafeteria deep fryer is not a toy.
All work and no play makes Bart a dull boy.
I will not say "Springfield" just to get applause.
I am not authorized to fire substitute teachers.
My homework was not stolen by a one-armed man.
I will not go near the kindergarten turtle.
I am not deliciously saucy.
Organ transplants are best left to professionals.
The Pledge of Allegiance does not end with "Hail Satan".
I will not celebrate meaningless milestones.
There are plenty of businesses like show business.
Five days is not too long to wait for a gun.
I will not waste chalk.
I will not skateboard in the halls.
I will not instigate revolution.
I will not draw naked ladies in class.
I did not see Elvis.
I will not call my teacher "Hot Cakes".
Garlic gum is not funny.
They are laughing at me, not with me.
I will not yell "Fire" in a crowded classroom.
I will not encourage others to fly.
I will not fake my way through life.
Tar is not a plaything.
I will not Xerox my butt.
It's potato, not potatoe.
I will not trade pants with others.
I am not a 32 year old woman.
I will not do that thing with my tongue.
I will not drive the principal's car.
I will not pledge allegiance to Bart.
I will not sell school property.
I will not burp in class.
I will not cut corners.
I will not get very far with this attitude.
I will not belch the National Anthem.
I will not sell land in Florida.
I will not grease the monkey bars.
I will not hide behind the Fifth Amendment.
I will not do anything bad ever again.
I will not show off.
I will not sleep through my education.
I am not a dentist.
Spitwads are not free speech.
Nobody likes sunburn slappers.
High explosives and school don't mix.
I will not bribe Principal Skinner.
I will not squeak chalk.
I will finish what I sta
"Bart Bucks" are not legal tender.
Underwear should be worn on the inside.
The Christmas Pageant does not stink.
I will not torment the emotionally frail.
whay that mother f***ing son of a mother f***ing b****!!!he erased my entire AIM buddy list i will f***ing wring his mother f***ing neck!!!*cussing and middle finger pointing ensue* luckily i remembered my info and crap and was able to get back on.
oh and i'm putting in a anime midi page 2day. and my mysterious hangover*buh buh buuuuuhhh*...i also uploaded a TON on sayings of the days!and then i read this. it ws really sad:
Jason and Tommy didn't have a typical relationship as brothers. Jason was 14 and Tommy was 10. Jason wasn't just Tommy's older brother, though; he was his best friend in the whole world. While most older brothers wanted nothing to do with their younger brothers, Jason would always try to invite Tommy to participate in his activities. Tommy loved his big brother. They were true pals.
Besides his brother Jason, Tommy didn't have many friends. Tommy often wondered what he would do without his older brother. You see, little Tommy had been born with a cardiopulmonary disease. This had stunted Tommy's growth and had robbed him of his youthful energy. It wasn't that he didn't want to play baseball, tag and all the games that other boys his age played, it's just that he got tired real quick when he did. Knowing this, the other boys never wanted Tommy to be on their team. They would fight over whose team Tommy would have to be on, and he was often labeled as a wimp or sissy by the healthier boys.
But things were different around his older brother Jason. Sometimes Tommy and Jason would play their own games of baseball. Jason was a good athlete and everyone wanted Jason on their team. However, Jason would only consent to play if they would also let Tommy be on his team. If the other boys said no, then Jason and Tommy would both leave and do something together.
School had just ended and it was summer now. Curt, Nathan and Ron wanted to go on an overnighter in the mountains. Naturally, they wanted Jason to come along also.
"Let's go ask him if he can go tomorrow," Ron spoke up.
Curt was quick to respond. "What if he wants Tommy to tag along? It will slow us down and we don't want to spend the whole time hiking to the campsite."
Nathan was the first to speak to Jason at his house. "Hey Jason, the three of us are going on an onvernighter up Adam's Canyon. Are you with us?"
"Sure I am!" Jason was excited. "I'll have Tommy's pack and my own ready to go tonight," he said.
The three boys looked at each other, wondering who would tell Jason that Tommy wasn't welcome to come. Finally, Curt spoke up. "Hey, ah, Jason... this hike is just for the four of us. Tommy would slow us all down. Nothing against Tommy, but why don't you leave him home this time?"
Jason saw Tommy throught the corner of his eye. Tommy was standing by his bedroom door, listening intently to the whole conversation. He was bravely trying to hold back tears of rejection. Jason stood up and said, "I'm sorry guys, but if Tommy isn't welcome, then I'm not going either. You guys have fun."
"Hey wait a minute," said Ron. "It's okay with me if Tommy comes. We can leave a little bit earlier to give us more time."
The guys agreed on a departing time for the next morning, and left.
Six o'clock came early the next morning. Tommy was ready by 5:30 A.M. This was to by his first real hike. Within the first quarter mile, it was obvious that Tommy's progress would be slow. He wanted so much to please Jason by walking fast, but the faster he walked, the sooner he would have to rest. The other boys were anxious to get to the campsite, and oftern found themselves leaving Jason and Tommy behind. "Here Tommy, my pack is light. Let me carry yours, too," Jason said, with concern for his brother. Embarrassed, Tommy gave Jason his heavy burden. "I'm sorry," said Tommy. "I'm doing the best I can." "I know, Tommy," Jason said as he rustled Tommy's hair. After two miles, Tommy was struggling with fatigue. He was sweating profusely and fighting for air. His chest felt tight, too. 'I'll go a long way before I stop to rest this time,' thought Tommy. The other boys were out of sight now.
After five more minutes of walking, Tommy fell to his knees. "I gotta stop," whimpered Tommy, with tears of frustration cutting clear streams through the dust on his face. "That's okay," said Jason. "Take all the time you need." Jason was obviously worried as he saw Tommy struggling for breath. "Jason! Something is happening inside my chest! It hurts awful bad." Tommy was slumping over on the ground in pain. Jason slipped the packs off his back and rolled Tommy over. Tommy's tense body relaxed suddenly as he looked up into Jason's eyes that had tears now too. "I love you an awful lot, Jason." The struggle was over now. Tommy's little body had given up. The tears came freely from Jason's eyes as he tightly hugged his brother. "I'll miss you, Tommy," Jason softly whispered. Forty five minutes later, the tears were still trickling from Jason's eyes when the other boys returned. "Hey Jason, we thought you guys got--" Ron stopped short in the middle of his comment. A chill ran down the boys' backs.
Jason was supporting Tommy's silent head in his lap, caressing the tear-stained face of his little brother.
"Is he... is he dead, Jason?" Ron asked tenderly.
"Yeah," Jason said, as another tear fell quietly from his eyes to Tommy's face. "He was doin his very best for me." Two more minutes passed in silence. "I'll carry him down now," Jason said as he gently lifted the lifeless body in the cradle of his arms.
Nothing was said for 20 minutes down the mountain trail. Finally, Curt tapped Jason on his shoulder, "I'll spell ya and carry Tommy for a while. You must be getting tired now."
"No," Jason kept walking. "He ain't heavy...he's my brother..."
*bursts into tears and runs away*
my head hurts. i have no clue where i am, i feel like i got a hangover but i've never had a drink in my life, my gawd!. i have no clue whatsoever what day it is so i cant put the dadte ov this blog entry. i also think i'm going to throw up so i'm going to try not to aim at this black thingy with letters that i'm using for this. i am really hot but i'm sitting here with the fan on high, i think i'm going to die. ug. *coughs a little* when i get sick i get sick. gawd i'd rather eat amanda's hair than this. *loudly says "We love to see you smile!" then collapses on keyboard"*
why that little [censored] i'm gonna kill her! actually, i can't. she's my bff. but she took my counter and my like's dislike's(they were on my old site i had to taything off to make my new layout!) oh well s'over on the other div layer thingy...
5 things I hate about everyone!
1) People who point at their wrists to ask about the time. I know where my watch is, where’s yours, and do I point at my crotch when I ask where the bathroom is?
2) People who are willing to get off their ass and search the entire room for the remote but not just press the button on the TV.
3) When u r watching a movie at the theater and someone leans over and says, “DID U SEE THAT?” no loser I paid 12$ to stare at the freakin floor!
4) When people say “life is short” what the hell are they talking about?!?! There is nothing longer to do on this desolate ball of dust! What the hell else could you do that would take longer than your life?!
5) When you’re standing at a bus stop and someone asks u “has the bus come yet?” if the bus had come, would I be standing there retard? :P
i got this ftihae at another site, which i then lost the link to. so PLEASE don't ask me where i got it.