let the insanity insue.

two fake bells have rang. and i am now in my computer applications class, seeing as i missed Thursday (all we did was watch up, and i missed that class period so im coming into the middle of a movie i have never seen . . . doesn't that just make your day?) im just going to blog instead.
i have no idea where i left off, but i do realize that i just love my name "Overusing Sparkles" its such a teenage girl thing! and completely almost un-me. im not your average teenage girl, being a nerd does in no way qualify me for average teenage girl. sixteen years to be exact. they are all obsessed with . . . not musicals, not harry potter, not nerdiness, not computer stuff . . . they also love drama, having sex, worrying about the guy they just had sex with because he is as immature as a toddler, though worse because while a toddler does find everything funny the boy you just slept with goes around sleeping with the rest of the sixteen year old girl clan; he is just an idiot and thinks you don't have a clue (let's face it- half the time they don't.)
i hate missing part of a movie i have never seen, because then i don't find the jokes funny because i haven't seen the beginning unless i only miss a little beginning, see right there. that was a "funny" part and i didn't understand it at all, it doesn't help that i can hardly understand the little boy either. oh well, i guess i will just have to illegally watch it any way :/
so i follow Maureen Johnson on twitter and i hear that today is the day; yes. the trapeze day! i vaguely remember when she made the trapeze promise, but i do remember that she is beyond scared, and i can not wait until i see the video, it may make me want to go trapezing- minus the fact that mother wont let me; she only likes run of the mill things. so she wont let me fence, and will no longer let me take ballet; but that is all besides the point (you may be asking "you had a point!?").
the movie that i only caught the end of is finishing, and i look like a heartless bitch for not laughing, not to mention the fact that we have a half hour left in class. of course right when i don't want it begins to get cold- OF COURSE. i am sorry that i am behaving like Garfield on a monday :/ in my defense- it IS a monday. I FEEL USELESS FOR NEVER SEEING THIS MOVIE BEFORE, AND MISSING IT ALL OVER. garg. fine. we are watching a "short" about storks?
as a child i don't think i was ever curious about where babies come from (after all i never got "the talk") my parents i guess just let me find out for myself, and honestly i rather prefer it; now i am able to have and decipher my own opinions; i like it better that way, because there is no awkward conversation, and no awkward period of time after; in turn i can find out everything i want, or need to know from the internet (no matter how unreliable it is, it is just as reliable!)
alright. the first of a few last things to discuss.

the best part about a monday: the final bell warning us to flee the premise. ending the horrid day of a school day monday.

the worst part about a monday: the six fake final bells in the day- teasing me that the day isn't over.

songs i know on guitar: 1

wants: sony vegas
cheez-its
my math quiz back
vegetarian chipotle burrito.
finishing my nanowrimo . . .

and here is a VIDEO for you.

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Lauryn