FIB ALERT!
G'day Folks!
I feel the need to explain the title... but it's a long and complicated story... okay, I'll tell it anyway but don't say I didn't warn you.
So last night I was lying in bed trying to get to sleep. My mind wanders a lot when I'm just there. So anyway, the beginning is now a little foggy, but I do remember that I got to thinking about school, specifically, school pants. Oh yes! Now I remember how I got to that point! I was lying in bed loving the fact that I could stay up late and sleep in late and just generally not have to worry about deadlines or anything. And then I thought about going back to school and it made me sad cause I knew I wouldn't be able to sleep in anymore and I would just be miserable. Then I started thinking about being in grade twelve and if that would make a difference and then I thought no, it probably wouldn't. Then I was thinking about my school pants and how the rear end is getting quite worn away because I've worn them so much. And then I was like, well, I could wear my kilt. But my kilt is rather on the verge of being to short, not by my doing but because I've grown since it was hemmed causing issues. See, in groups next to the whores, it's almost too long, but when I'm by myself the length becomes questionable and I've been stopped once or twice. And then I thought of being stopped for a too short kilt and I was like, ugh, that would be such a bummer and so stupid too cause it's not like I'm doing it on purpose and it's not like it's that short and it's not like I'm this rebel kid, and I don't want to have to go home and miss class where there will be some important test or quiz or something just because of this stupidness! Then, I considered the fact that maybe I could get off the hook by playing the 'I'm a grad' card. Would that work? Could I be like, 'I only have a year left, I don't want to bother buying a new kilt?' Anyway, I'll probably end up wearing my pants all the time anyway. Get their money's worth, haha! So, back to the topic, (I told you this was complicted, but did you listen? Nooo) thinking about school, and being a grad, I started thinking about spares, and really wishing that one day I get a 4th spare and then 5th lunch and I was thinking that that might make up for having to get up early everyday. And then I was thinking of timetables and how I really wanted to get mine and compare it and everything. And then I was like 'Haha! I could send an e-mail to Kathleen saying we got our timetables because she wouldn't be able to be at home to get it!' Then, I was filled with remorse for thinking such a thought and I felt mean because that would be a cruel thing to do. So then I decided that if I wrote that, I would write somewhere beside it FIB ALERT so that she would know it was not true. Then, I decided to abandon the whole timetable idea all together and just make FIB ALERT the title of a blog post. But then I wanted to explain it so you wouldn't think I was lying about something. Yup, that was the fib story. But it's not a fib, it's true. You get the title now, right? I'm crossing my fingers here man.
Anyway, on to other news: (haha, you're probably really tired of this post right about now) Last night, I came upstairs to go to bed (and think about fibs) after watching television (cause now I never write tv) (except there). Now, my parents go to bed early so they were in their room and thier door is right across from mine. Their door is always slightly ajar which means I feel bad having my door wide open and turning on the light. So, to remedy this I go into my dark room, shut the door, and then turn on the big light, then I turn on the small bedside light, and then I turn off the big light. Got that? Haha! So, last night I had just turned on the little light and I turned back and I saw a centipide (sp?) right by the door. Eww, grossness! Now, I did consider stepping on it, but it was in this weird crevice and if I did step on it then it would not die and it would run into my bed or something. So, I took a few deep breaths becasue I was freaked out but I knew I couldn't call for help. (Haha!! I am such a girl, sheesh!) So, I slowly did my stuff, took off my wacth, got my bed ready, stuff like that, and I was thinking ya know, I can do this, it's on the other side of the room, it won't come on the bed, (this was like a mantra). Then, I knew I had to shut off the big light so I took one step off the bed... no change... then another step, but this time the floor creaked a bit and the bug went flying through this little hole near the door which I am convinced is where all bugs in my room spwan from. Feel free to come for a tour to see this hole. I want it sealed off. I was relieved and my hammering heart eventually calmed down so all was good. Once I was back in bed though and was ready to sleep, I started thinking about snakes, and how if I was in my room and a big cobra was by the door, I would die. Because what could I do? Ya can't call for help. No one thinks a snake is in your room. And then my sister would come up the stairs being all loud and the snake would jump and bite me and I would die and my body would not be found until the next morning. *Sigh* I've decided I would not like to come face to face with a snake, any snake at all. Then I was trying to rememebr that rhyme about white on black, enemy, white on red, friend, something like that, I think yellow is in there somewhere.
Gah!! Okay, enough already!! Geez! I am going now. I say this post should count for two days worth at least, haha!
~Anne~
I feel the need to explain the title... but it's a long and complicated story... okay, I'll tell it anyway but don't say I didn't warn you.
So last night I was lying in bed trying to get to sleep. My mind wanders a lot when I'm just there. So anyway, the beginning is now a little foggy, but I do remember that I got to thinking about school, specifically, school pants. Oh yes! Now I remember how I got to that point! I was lying in bed loving the fact that I could stay up late and sleep in late and just generally not have to worry about deadlines or anything. And then I thought about going back to school and it made me sad cause I knew I wouldn't be able to sleep in anymore and I would just be miserable. Then I started thinking about being in grade twelve and if that would make a difference and then I thought no, it probably wouldn't. Then I was thinking about my school pants and how the rear end is getting quite worn away because I've worn them so much. And then I was like, well, I could wear my kilt. But my kilt is rather on the verge of being to short, not by my doing but because I've grown since it was hemmed causing issues. See, in groups next to the whores, it's almost too long, but when I'm by myself the length becomes questionable and I've been stopped once or twice. And then I thought of being stopped for a too short kilt and I was like, ugh, that would be such a bummer and so stupid too cause it's not like I'm doing it on purpose and it's not like it's that short and it's not like I'm this rebel kid, and I don't want to have to go home and miss class where there will be some important test or quiz or something just because of this stupidness! Then, I considered the fact that maybe I could get off the hook by playing the 'I'm a grad' card. Would that work? Could I be like, 'I only have a year left, I don't want to bother buying a new kilt?' Anyway, I'll probably end up wearing my pants all the time anyway. Get their money's worth, haha! So, back to the topic, (I told you this was complicted, but did you listen? Nooo) thinking about school, and being a grad, I started thinking about spares, and really wishing that one day I get a 4th spare and then 5th lunch and I was thinking that that might make up for having to get up early everyday. And then I was thinking of timetables and how I really wanted to get mine and compare it and everything. And then I was like 'Haha! I could send an e-mail to Kathleen saying we got our timetables because she wouldn't be able to be at home to get it!' Then, I was filled with remorse for thinking such a thought and I felt mean because that would be a cruel thing to do. So then I decided that if I wrote that, I would write somewhere beside it FIB ALERT so that she would know it was not true. Then, I decided to abandon the whole timetable idea all together and just make FIB ALERT the title of a blog post. But then I wanted to explain it so you wouldn't think I was lying about something. Yup, that was the fib story. But it's not a fib, it's true. You get the title now, right? I'm crossing my fingers here man.
Anyway, on to other news: (haha, you're probably really tired of this post right about now) Last night, I came upstairs to go to bed (and think about fibs) after watching television (cause now I never write tv) (except there). Now, my parents go to bed early so they were in their room and thier door is right across from mine. Their door is always slightly ajar which means I feel bad having my door wide open and turning on the light. So, to remedy this I go into my dark room, shut the door, and then turn on the big light, then I turn on the small bedside light, and then I turn off the big light. Got that? Haha! So, last night I had just turned on the little light and I turned back and I saw a centipide (sp?) right by the door. Eww, grossness! Now, I did consider stepping on it, but it was in this weird crevice and if I did step on it then it would not die and it would run into my bed or something. So, I took a few deep breaths becasue I was freaked out but I knew I couldn't call for help. (Haha!! I am such a girl, sheesh!) So, I slowly did my stuff, took off my wacth, got my bed ready, stuff like that, and I was thinking ya know, I can do this, it's on the other side of the room, it won't come on the bed, (this was like a mantra). Then, I knew I had to shut off the big light so I took one step off the bed... no change... then another step, but this time the floor creaked a bit and the bug went flying through this little hole near the door which I am convinced is where all bugs in my room spwan from. Feel free to come for a tour to see this hole. I want it sealed off. I was relieved and my hammering heart eventually calmed down so all was good. Once I was back in bed though and was ready to sleep, I started thinking about snakes, and how if I was in my room and a big cobra was by the door, I would die. Because what could I do? Ya can't call for help. No one thinks a snake is in your room. And then my sister would come up the stairs being all loud and the snake would jump and bite me and I would die and my body would not be found until the next morning. *Sigh* I've decided I would not like to come face to face with a snake, any snake at all. Then I was trying to rememebr that rhyme about white on black, enemy, white on red, friend, something like that, I think yellow is in there somewhere.
Gah!! Okay, enough already!! Geez! I am going now. I say this post should count for two days worth at least, haha!
~Anne~
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