rawrgh. Thinking of a blog title is hard.

Howdy bloggers it's Thursday.  W00T W00T!

Hmm.  Well it's only 8:30, so there is probably some law that says that I should be conserving my summer vacation, but I woke up early.  I've actually been waking up early everyday, which is a bummer. It's probably some higher power paying me back for starting school so much later than most of my online friends.   On that subject, I feel like the internet is getting more baron everyday, at least baron of my friends.  Today my last to friends that I email regularly went to their first day of school.  I guess that means that I'll have to clean my room again?  Poop on that. 

That is Katie.  She is just ravishing.  That is at our Best Friend-iversery.  So if you didn't already pick that up... Katie is my best friend.

Hmm. Let's see.  Let's talk about Katie.  I met her in third grade.  We used to shake outhouses together, and talk about the slutty girls at her elementary school who stuffed their bras.   I believe that she was born in the same place that we live now.    She has two cats who I don't know the names of because she just talks about how much they pee and poop and they are always locked in the laundry room.  She has a dog named Poopy, well actually her name is Piper, but she answers to Poopy.  She has a mum, and a dad, she always talks about much she hates her dad,  I always try to convince her that she doesn't hate him.  Katie also has three siblings, she says that she hates  them too, but I don't believe her.

Katie and I basically hang out with each other only because we don't like most other people.  We did have this other friend named Abigail, but then she started getting jealous, so she started hating me, and then she told Katie that she could only have one of us, and she picked me. 

Katie has a weird obsession with math teachers, and she loves Snape to the point of obsession.  We had a birthday party for him.  We made cupcakes. 

Maybe I'll go try and find a more appealing picture?  She'll probably be a bit upset if that is what everyone sees.  Oh well, she'll get over it.

There is the most recent picture of us.  I've just noticed that I have an inability to really smile in pictures.  Katie looks nice though, and this blog post is about her.

WHOAH!  I just realized that I'm wearing the same shirt in those two pictures.  Ewwy! :D 

Farewell bloggers.  I'll see ya'll next Thursday.

Currently watching: Fitness for Nerds.  Again and again. :)

Currently listening: Popular from Wicked

Currently reading: Inkdeath

Currently putting off: Cleaning her room

I'm fairly sure I'm too young to have a good opinion on love

Hey lovers it's Thursday.


That is my nickname for tons of people.  I just go around calling people lover.  So, that connects?

So... love?  I'm not sure if a thirteen year old can actually go around talking about love with out sounding like an absolute idiot.  Even if you can pull it off it ought to be really hard.

I asked my friend Katie what to write about, she said that I should write about her and a boy named Ronnie.  It sounded like a good idea because, at least to me, the story is quite hilarious.

Ronnie. Ronnie is a boy, who probably doesn't shower as much as he should.  He is actually an idiot.  He isn't all that smart.  He dies his hair this unnatural black color, and I probably used to like him back in second grade or something.

One day when Katie was in her P.E. class sitting next to Ronnie and his annoying friend Austin (because all of their last names are really close together) they were being quite mean to her. Telling her that she was too white, tree hugging, and nerdy to be a "gangsta."  Then Austin told them that they should get married.  Katie saw an opportunity and she jumped on it.  From that day on she began to write songs for him.  Once in P.E. I told her that she should go sing for him.  So we walked over and in front of all of his wall ball playing dorky friends she sang for him.  It was hilarious.  The two of us were basically on the ground laughing.  Then his annoying best friend Sean, who called me Sweaty Butt Cheek Woman for the whole of seventh grade, asked us about our facebook profile pictures.  He said that no one's face should look like that.

Ronnie though told me that he liked me more than he liked Katie. Even though we have again and again told him that she is just joking.  Once Ronnie even sang to me in the library.  Granted he was singing "One is the loneliest number." Or whatever the title of that song is.  It went like this, it was the last real day of school, and marching band was over, the school library was done renting out books (or whatever you call it), and I had gotten to school way too early,  so I was sitting alone, and Ronnie came up and starting singing to me.  So I threw something at him, but since the school librarian hates him he didn't tell her.  I was very happy about this because she hates me too.  I'm not really sure why.  She kind of hates me book choices?  Actually when I come to think about it she might not hate me all that much.  She sits next to me sometimes in the library when the annoying girls who sit behind the counter and try to "help" get way too annoying. She hates that I read Stephen King and Lewis Carrol though.

Oh well.  I'll say that talking about my school librarian worked because I kind of love her.

I actually love a lot of things. Perhaps I actually don't know what love is because I through the word about rather nonchalantly.


Well bloggers after that all I have to say is... LOVE YOU!

Hannah I will read what you have written after you have wrote it.

Thing I heard my little sister say: Lindsay:"Sure mom I'll do the dishes- Does Haley really have to help? Can't she do something else? She's really terrible at doing the dishes."
Me: "I've just heard everything you just said!"
Lindsay: "Well it's true!"
I'm so terrible at doing the dishes that I'm not allowed to help anymore!

Lots of Love! :)  
-Haley