Lounging around, trying to look busy, on two different occasions

I wrote this earlier, when I went to my grandparent's house, that don't have internet:

I’m visiting my grandparents(my mom’s parents) right now. I’m sitting at a table in their basement, hiding behind a big vase of dusty dried flowers, attempting to ‘look busy’. By listening to music, and if anybody asks what I’m doing, I’ll say I’m doing homework. *pfft*. It’s Saturday, and I have some sort of rule in my mind about doing homework on Saturdays, which is it can wait unless certain death results in not doing it immediately. My parents know that, but it’s not like they’d say anything.

I really want either an ice capp or an Arizona green tea right now. We’re going into town after this, so I can get something there. The $2.16 in my pocket is itching to be spent.

Yesterday, when I was walking out of Subway into the parking lot, I sort of zoned out in the middle of crossing the street. After a car almost hit me, my knee locked up, and hurt like heck. I told my parents to not let me cross a parking lot on my own again yesterday. I did, however, cross a parking lot, but that was to Tim Hortons to get my caffeine fix, and surprisingly didn’t get smeared across the pavement.

I watched Corner Gas at my other grandparent’s house last night. Corner Gas is so pathetic that I love it. In the first episode, the town was falling apart because everybody was going to go hang out at the new ATM machine. The best part of it was when they showed the sign for the town that said; “Dog River” and under that in smaller letters, “See our ATM.” I was great. I forget what the second was about, because, in his own words, my Grampie is a better door than a window.

Oh, gosh, I NEED CAFFEINE. I didn’t sleep well last night, because the bed was rock hard and my mom decided that 7:30am would be a good time to walk into the room and flip on the light. Maybe I can take a nap back here without anybody noticing… nope, dad just noticed me hiding. Fifteen minutes is pretty good record for being in the same room with a bunch of people without being noticed. Actually, when I think about it, there are probably people in my class at school, who, after a month, still haven’t noticed me. What do I do that makes me so invisible?

Not only are these dusty dried flowers in front of me dusty and old, but they’re plastic, too. And their colors make me depressed. Dark green, faded pink, pale green, and brown. I like my room at home because it’s full of nice bright, happy colors, like blue, bright green, and yellow.
Smiles,
-J-

Thanksgiving is slowly approaching.

Right now, I'm sort of procrastinating from packing for my grandparents house this weekend. I wonder when my mom is going to notice that I'm not up and about at the early hour of 10am.

I haven't been to my grandparents house since Easter or something like that. It's a cute little house, about the size of a apartment. And really crowded when there's six people staying there. They have this tiny table that takes up the whole width of the kitchen when there's all of us sitting around it. One time we had finally situated everybody around it comfortably, and all of the sudden the phone rang. In the next room. It was great.

Yesterday, I ended up taking the bus to Sam's house. The bus driver was driving about a speed that I could have probably kept up if I had walked by it, while venting to the old lady sitting at the front about the new rule that you can't smoke within 8 meters of an entrances at the mall. When I got to Sam's house, Katie was already there, and we took a cab with Sam's mom to the hospital, since she had to go there for work. We talked the whole ride about what guys we could dress up for the Miss Oktoberfest thing, and what we could make them wear(it ranged from sparkly purple dresses, a purple boa, and heels to fishnets and a jean skirt. The cab driver said he pitied these guys). After a bit of walking up and down the halls, we finally found Ashley's room, and ended up hanging out with her for two hours. Considering that there aren't really any places to 'hang out' at a hospital, we stood in this random narrow hallway for a while, then moved to a corner in the kid's playroom with a little plastic chairs, then to a closet like thing with a bunch of chairs sitting around a table. It took us three elevators to get out of the hospital, as we were quite lost. The bus eventually came, and we got uptown. I was sort of hungry by then, and we made a stop at MacDonald's. I got a large fries, and shared it with Sam. We walked on the boardwalk, then sat on a bench facing the skate park for a while. We slowly made our way back, and I got my much needed ice capp. We stoped on this floating dock to read the names and random song lyrics people wrote on it. At the bus stop, we were sort of hyper from the ice capps, and we were dancing and overall scaring the people there. We got off at the mall, because Sam desperately needs new shoes. Katie and I are always making cracks about her shoes, like how it's really time to get new shoes when your old ones can walk away by themselves. They smell like crap, vomit, and really smelly feet all put together, and we're convinced that if somebody touches them, their hand will disintegrate. We went to a bunch of places, but she just couldn't find any she liked that were her size. We stopped to talk to one of our friends who works at the juice place, and she gave us some bananas. I took one, and Sam took so many that she had to get a bag. The greeter in Wal-Mart thought it was funny that she was carring a big bag of bananas.
We chilled on the couchs in Sears for a while, until the lady working there came over and got mad at us for sitting there.

The Office made me happy last night.
-J-

Five day weekend. *smile*.

I think I'm going to the hospital, then uptown on the bus with a couple of my friends, today. We're going to the hospital to visit one of Sam's friends, who's there all weekend for tests or something like that, which has got to be miserable.

I've listened to my entire ipod playlist three times in the last two days. I'm wondering when I'm going to get sick of my music, and get depressed and spend an afternoon surfing itunes, trying to find new songs to listen to. It happens every little while.

'Forever and always' by Taylor Swift just came on, and I had a random thought of last year when one of my friends altered it so that she was singing it about a fish or something like that. It was pretty awesome.

I ate a gigantic bagel, egg and cheese sandwich for breakfast this morning. I didn't eat very much yesterday, (which, to my standards, is yougurt for breakfast, cheese, crackers, and M&Ms for lunch, and this odd pasta casserole thing for supper), so this morning I was starving.

Techno irritates me.

Next week at school, there's "Oktoberfest" thing going on. They're having a bunch of random things, like "Miss Oktoberfest", where girls get to dress up guys as girls. At the assembly that they were telling us about it, one of the girls on the stage yelled,"Que the music!". 'Everytime we touch' started blasting, and a guy came running on to the stage, wearing a blond wig, tight shorts, and a some sort of leopard print top. I was scarred for life, especially when he started shaking his butt. All of my friends were sort of sitting there, twitching. It was just so disturbing.

I should probably take a shower, if I want to leave the house at all today. It's almost 11 o'clock.

Just reading over what I wrote, I really don't have a very oraganized thought pattern.

I should wear a random hat today.

Anyways, now that I've written down all this stuff, and realized that it's only Thursday. Maybe I can direct my random urges to write stuff somewhere else, and save the internet from all the crap about my life.
-J-

I want tic tacs for no apparent reason, right now.

A couple minutes ago, I was in a heated discussion with myself on whether I should paint my nails lime green or bright pink. I finally came to the conclusion of bright pink.

Today, at Sunday school, I was in the middle of a cross fire of Bibles and pencils. I guess that's what happens when you put too many guys with ADHD in one room together. It finally ended when two middle school guys started beating each other up, and one picked up a chair. Everyone at Sunday school is so angelic, don't you think? *sarcasm*.

This weekend, I spent a ton of time cleaning my room. No, cleaning is an understatment. More of sterilizing it. I swept, dusted, Windexed, and reorganized almost every object and surface. I have a few bags of crap, like dollar store fans I got six years ago, faded candles, doll clothes, etc. I really need to get out more, thinkest I.

I moved out of my locker on Thursday. Now I'm sharing with Sam, who is incedibly unorgainized, but I can put up with it, since she's one of my best friends.

Random question: why is it that whenever someone is the least bit sick, they say that they have swine flu?

I'll be happy when the ice rink opens, even though that means that it's practically winter. I have friends to go skating with this year, instead of being a loner like last year and have random fruity kids skate up and make fun of me. I don't think making fun of me is a wise decision when I'm wearing blades on my feet.

Should I take a shower tonight, or take on in the morning? I'm annoyed with myself because I can't make up my mind. Ok, I'll take one in the morning, because I need something to wake me up on Monday mornings. And I'm too lazy to do it now. Both good reasons.

There's only a three day week! Yeah! And then there's a five day weekend, filled with turkey and Stovetop, and somewhat tense family visits in an overly clean house that smells like old people. Yeah. And family visits that are actually fun, in the deepest depths of the sticks.

I should go to bed.
-J-