I have no words for this....

Shockingly, despite all of my "emo-posting" last night, I didn't mention this. John's post pretty much sums up my thoughts. I don't really have anything to add to that.

Oh no! Not another post of woes!

I promise, soon this blog will be it's cheery and senseless self again. I'm well aware that the posts tonight are sliding down the emo-slope edge, but when the poo hits the fan, the fan blows it onto the blog. Sorry.

Let me preface this by saying I am, for the most part, quite over Smitty Wethermenjensen. Seeing a guy with his girlfriend kind of ruins him for you. He's a nice guy, she makes him happy, and if he's happy, then that's great. It's not like she's the Wicked Witch of the East. Which sucks for me. Less reasons to despise her. Anyway, I think he's nice and if he were to one day look my way, I would gladly say yeah. But at the moment, he's not, and life will go on. However, when a statement like the one I am about to make comes out of a guy like Smitty, it kinda feels like pouring alcohol on a gash. A big gash. In your pericardial region.

So, anyway. Youth group.Tonight. Round table discussion, which I love.

Topic: Where do you see yourself in 2 years?

Smitty: I'll have a house. Be working as a mechanic. And it's a good possibility that I could be married by then. You never know.


Um, yeah, what?!?!?! Yeah, dude, I know you'll be 20 then, but please rewind there and give me some notice before you drop bombs like that on me! Sheesh!

In case you didn't notice, a little piece of me died right then. I even created this.P.S. If anyone uses the phrases, "You have so much time", "You're so young", or "Plenty of Fish in The Sea", or any other derivitive of the those phrases, I may fight them to the pain.

When Trust Is Gone...

I get along very well with adults. Better than with people my own age. I mean some of my best friends- Mistie, Carolyn, Dawn- are at least 5 years older than me.

There is an adult who I have been very close to for about the past year. I trusted them very much and confided most everything in them. (It is none of the afore mentioned people. Mistie and Carolyn, you can take a breather of relief.) About a month ago, this person did something that hurt me incredibly badly. I may be overreacting a little bit, but it hurt incredibly.

The thing that kills me about this situation is that I can no longer really talk to this person and be sure that they are being honest with me. I have so much going on right now, most of all this one big roller-coaster of a problem that I can't really go into here because of some people who read this, and I don't know who to confide in. I don't know who to go to for advice on the matter and I miss having a trustworthy adult (no offense, guys) who I could sit and have conversations with. I mean, I still can talk but it's not the same. That trust is gone.

I want to go and talk to the individual about the issue I'm having. I'm so afraid that the words won't come out right and I'll destroy a very good friendship and mentorship. That terrifies me.

How Ironic....

My friend, Nicole, is the target of my circle of friends' envy vibes today. She gets to chill with Obama today. So jealous. She's volunteering at a political rally at OSU today and said that if he shakes her hand, she may never wash it.

This is quite ironic because today I came across two posts on blogs that I read about Obama, too.

Twilight zone-ish.

Anyway, my voter registration is on my computer at the moment, and although I can't vote in the primary, I will be sending in my registration within the next couple weeks and I did list a party. I registered as a Democrat.

Yes, I can hear the screams of horror from here. Ouch.

Sorry, but McCain scares me.

Also, my former favorite place, Sips, has been defiled for me. Hilary was there today. *shudder*

In other news....

I had a weird day today. 2-hour delay. I was incredibly disappointed by this installment of white death. It was pitiful.

The blood drive was today, and I was all revved up to make a double contribution and got to the table. I didn't have my ID. I called home for my ID. My ID was not brought to me. So, on the bright side, no needles were inserted into my flesh today. On the not-so-bright side, Buddy Blood Drop is disappointed in me. Oh well. He'll deal with it.

Tomorrow I get to dissect a heart. Go me!

My life is so boring.

Fans...I Gotz Them

I checked one of my old abandoned email address inboxes today, and people, I had 2 fanmail emails! Seriously! It was amazingly cool.

They were back from November, so I replied, apologizing profusely for replying half a year later.

This has been my self-confidence booster of the day.

I love sleepovers....

I don't have school today, so last night, my friend Nikki had me, Rachel, Erica, and Liz over for a sleepover. Just juniors. It was awesome.

Let me preface this by saying that I have no idea why they call these things sleepovers. Nobody sleeps. And if you do sleep, you get called a pansy. Ask Rachel. More on that later. Anyway, it's like wakes. The dead person isn't going to wake up. The English language is so dumb.

After church last night, I went to Nikki's house at about 8:30. Everyone was congregated in the kitchen, sitting on the floor, eating pizza and drinking Mountain Dew. We have the most random conversations on earth. And it's hard to eat pizza with a 6-month-old puppy who wants you to share everything with her. But she was cute and fuzzy, so we put up with her.

After about an hour of sitting on a kitchen floor, one tends to get bored. So we moved on to the highlight of my evening. I have become a Guitar Hero III addict. Not a good one, but an addict nonetheless. And on some of the songs, I dominated. The game is ridiculously absorbing. We beat the game on Easy, then attempted to play Medium and all of us but Nikki and Erica got our butts handed to us. We looked at the clock after this miserable failure and it was 2 AM. We spent FIVE hours on Guitar Hero without knowing it. That's insane, people!

My friends decided to have fun, that I did not partake in, and to protect their alibis, I will not give the details here. Let's just say that Nikki's mother is missing 17 eggs from the fridge, and my friends disappeared for about 20 minutes. They also burned their plans. They're so thorough. Good for them. May I reiterate that I did not partake in this act of vandalism? My mom told me to use good judgment, and for once I listened to her. I was supposedly lookout, if you count sitting in a recliner and taking a 15-minute power nap looking out.

When they got back, had a brief scare that half of their team took a little longer than expected, went out to look for them, only to find that they were getting ready to enter the house and just missed them, we once again congregated in the kitchen, ate delicious brownies, and planned what to do next. Nikki talked us into watching a home movie of her 3rd birthday party. Oh the fashions of the early 90's. They were definitely interesting. After this we decided that Hollywood probably had more interesting material than Nikki hitting the poor Puff The Magic Dragon pinata over and over. So we busted out 10 Things I Hate About You.

At this point it was 4 AM. We rolled out sleeping bags, I claimed the couch, Rachel claimed the recliner, and Nikki claimed the remote and we settled in to watch Heath and had our deepest conversation of the evening, which was whether we liked Heath better in Knight's Tale or in 10 Things. We decided he had better hair in Knight's Tale, but flashes the pearly whites more in 10 Things. This made it a draw. Rachel fell asleep right after the movie started, and when she woke up this morning complained about how late she stayed up and how tired she was. We called her a pansy because she didn't even make it through the movie. And told her to quit her whining.

So, in the wee hours of the morning, about 5:45, we ended up sleeping. And then waking up at 12:30. It was awesome.

May I also credit the fine people at the Jones Soda Company for their fine concoction of Berry Lemonade, which is about 50% carbonated water and inverted cane sugar. You won't be able to sleep after you drink it. And it's quite delicious, too.

If only it were this easy....

I had a good laugh about this....

Of all the days...

I always have that subconcious "Dear Lord, let me sleep in today" need for a snow day, but of all the days, today was not a good one. The Invisible Children Road Crew was supposed to come to our school, and I was psyched to meet them. I got a pass to get out of lunch and everything. There is no way for them to reschedule the meeting, either. I was a little bummed. We're also supposed to have a Sunday School Rally in Barberton tonight, but they have ridiculous amounts of snow so we have no idea how that's going to happen. And tomorrow there's a quiz, but Lancaster is supposed to get ice out the wazoo, so who knows?


Of all the days....

Things I'm Actually Semi-Legal For.....

The NHS here is doing their annual blood drive this week and next week. Usually they do it later, but for some reason, this year the shortage of blood is greater or something and they moved it to February. I am terrified of the idea of someone sticking a huge needle in my arm but will probably end up doing it anyway, because for once, as long as I have parental consent, I can donate because I'm 17. According to the cheaply made commercial that our school did (seriously, it involved an oversized paper tooth and "Buddy Blood Drop" fainting. It was, in Alison's words, cornier than corn.), this makes Buddy Blood Drop happy. And not faint.

*rolls eyes*

Good for me for being a good citizen.

More Books

I finished Message In A Bottle (Which made me cry, also. Does he have any books where people DON'T die?) And started reading True Believer. I think I am addicted to these books. Mrs.Dailey saw me reading before class today and said "Oh, you read Nicholas Sparks, too?" I explained my new found love and she said, "Well, I have at least one of his books at home. I get these books and read them once and never read them again. So, I'll bring it in, and you can keep it if you want." Sweet. I love my teachers.

P.S. Sorry, Shana. I really did hate The Notebook. It bored me to tears and was incredibly cheesy.

If I had my way...

The following would receive the bulk of my first several paychecks when I finally get a job-

• Amazon.Com- I would be buying several Nicholas Sparks books (because I read A Walk To Remember and it was amazing and made me cry. And I'm in the middle of Message In A Bottle) and Jodi Picoult books.
• Best Buy or Circuit City- I want a camera. A digital camera. So I don't have to bum my parents'.
• Acuvue- I hate glasses.
• Old Navy- Yay for clothes!!!

Anyway, I most definitely want to buy A Walk To Remember. I got the book at the library and read it in one sitting. And I bawled like a baby at the ending. I must buy it.

Message in a Bottle isn't that bad, either.

Must decide what book of his to read next. I refuse to read The Notebook. Dumbest movie ever and the book, from what I've heard, isn't exactly the most appropriate thing ever.

Ok. last one, I promise....

The research paper, psych proposal, and review worksheet are all done!! Woohoo!! Lookie there!!

P.S.
Ever since she and her brothers and sister first laughed their butt off at me getting pounded in the face when I was uploading the video onto YouTube, Tonya has been deciding (as has Ali) who she loves and who she thinks is the big meanie of the story. (Hey, she's 4. ) So, tonight while in the presence of Garrett, she claimed that she loved him more. He did, however bribe her with candy, and also, after he went home she came up and gave me a hug and said she actually loved me more because Garrett was an icky boy with cooties. She's a smart kid.

Also,

John said at Open Gym tonight that my blog is whiny. Many people/places/things have become famous by being whiny, thankyouverymuch. Such examples include Oprah, Jennifer Lopez, and Britney Spears. Not that any of those are good people that I aspire to be, but my brain is fried.

And also, he stole my phone.

My very cool phone.

Which is a God in comparison to his phone.

And he's jealous.

Evil meanie.

Yay!

Someone ELSE I know is getting married! Yay Alycia!! Woot! Woot! Woot!

I have decided that I.....

Love:

• A Walk To Remember- watched it yesterday afternoon with Carolyn and Alison and had never seen it before. I bawled like a baby. And then had a lousy night so came home and watched it again. It was easier to pay attention to it that time, too. It is now up there with my favorites. I less than three it amazingly.
  
• Sleep- I'm exhausted right now and need a nap in the worst way.
• Spell Check- Takes some of the effort (but not all) out of proofreading research papers.
• MySpace- I always have, always will.
• Samoas- I have loved them since I was a Girl Scout, but now with it being cookie season I find myself sitting in KAP American History, listening to lectures like- "And the US took posession of the Samoan Islands..." and thinking- "Mmmmmm....coconutty goodness..."
  

Hate:

• Research papers- Do you know how hard it is to come up with a good concluding paragraph?
• Drama- as in whininess, not theatre. I love theatre. Hate whininess.
• Exhaustion- It's getting the better of me.
• Amazon.com- They never shipped out that book I need to have read by tomorrow for KAP. Morons.
• Psychological Research Studies- I'm supposed to be writing a proposal for an experiment for psych. I love psych, but this proposal is a chore.
  

No, really...we're 'sponsible!

So, that is Teddy, Garrett, and Mark playing BurnOut on XBox 360 while Makenna and Emily look on. We did babysitting tonight and there were about 2 youths to every kid, at least. But still, the picture is funny.

Suh-weet!

I just got home about half an hour ago from chick flicks and ice cream. It rocked.

Mistie ordered a pizza from Stone Oven, a large pizza. I am proud to announce that we finished it. By ourselves. Does this make us pigs? No. It makes us accomplished, thankyouverymuch.

Oh, and what kind of pizza? Mistie is slightly lactose intolerant, so she asked them to please go easy on the cheese. We had a sauce pizza. With a few cheese polka dots. We enjoyed it anyway.

We also downed a 2-liter of Mountain Dew.

I only did half of my Ben and Jerry's Twisted Half-Baked ice cream. The rest is in Mistie's freezer where I forgot about it because we were laughing too hard over My Big Fat Greek Wedding and Sweet Home Alabama.

Carolyn kept me updated on some of the high points of the banquet. Such as Garrett running into a beam in the annex loft while blindfolded. This also caused Mistie and I great fits of laughter. It was awesomized.

Me quieras o me muerto!

So, the title, that's what Nikki wrote on my hand in pink pen today. Why? You just don't ask when it's Nikki. Only she put it in very bad grammar. She wrote, "Quiero mi o mi muerto!". And everyone knows that makes NO sense.

Also, my list for today is reasons that I love my lunch table-

1. Where else do the tables resound with the sounds of Weird Al and Tom Lehrer? All the time. Everyday. It's amazing.


2. They consider me a rock god because I can do the entire Numa Numa dance from memory.


3. The Daily Tribute, a comic that AC publishes every day that never ceases to be wrought with geek humor.


4. Our mutual love of Achmed.


5. Mine and Emily's daily rendition of the Eagle Song. Which rocks.


6. Our slightly communistic traits, but not in the scary way. Every day, Emily divides her cheesy poofs between me and Sam because she hates them. Sam divides his cookies between me and Ian. I provide ranch dressing and apple sauce for Amber and Emily's various concoctions. AC frequently bums at least a dollar from Brian 1, Brian 2, or Sam.


7. The table typically seats 4, but there are about 10 of us there.


8. We're all geeks and we are so incredibly proud of it.

I felt like that statement just had to be made. I love my lunch table. I look forward to lunch everyday.

And, closing with Nikki as well, she got the most romantic Valentine's note/essay from her non-boyfriend yesterday. She cried. I nearly cried reading it. It was beautiful. I told her I hated her for it, in a completely loving, friendly way. She's glad that I hate her in a completely loving and friendly way.

And now I must go clean my room so I can go to Mistie's, eat ice cream, and watch chick flicks. Which will be much more fun than the banquet I am missing tonight. MUCH more.

And yet another anti-valentine message...

One of those situations...

I think I have one actually legitimate nervous breakdown per year. Usually around this time of year. Let's review-

• Tonight I went to work on my English paper and found that all of my notecards were missing. I started crying.
• I'm trying to fill out a scholarship application for Rotary Club to maybe go to South America during the 2009-10 school year for 3 months to a whole year. I will be a college freshman that year. That scares me. It made me cry.
• I'm filling out applications for COTC and MVNU. For next year. I started crying again.
• Then I listened to Alvin and the Chipmunks sing "Bad Day". This helped a lot.
  

I;m bored, so have some humor

For the Lizness-

This will make you sick-

Just in case-

Anti-Valentine's Day

This is the week I hate the most. Thursday is the abominable day. I loathe it all.

See?


So, in case you don't understand my loathing of Valentine's, I did a survey on MySpace that was labeled the "Love Day Survey!" I removed that title and put something else in. I don't remember what.


1. Are you single or taken?
I'm single.

2. Chocolate or flowers?
Roses, por favor

3. Will you do anything special for Valentines Day?
No. I hate that stupid holiday.

4. Do you like anyone?
Yeah.

5. Were you dating anyone last Valentines?
No.

6. What would be your dream Valentines date?
Just chilling with the boyfriend that i don't have.

7. Do you make a big deal about Valentines?
No. I hate it.

8. Have you ever had a secret admirer?
Yes. In like 2nd grade.

9. Would you ever write someone a love letter?
If I had a person to write one to

10. Do you believe in Cupid?
Yes. Also, the tooth fairy, easter bunny, santa claus, and the guy out there that is perfect for me.

11. Do your parents give you presents on Valentines?
Yes.

12. Do you still send out Valentines cards?
No

13. Do you like candy hearts?
Yes

14. What is something you got last Valentines?
A snow day.

15. Is Valentines depressing?
Yes. I hate it..

16. How do you feel about PDA?
It's gross.

17. How is your love life going?
Are you seriously asking me this? It's about as dead as Bambi's mom!

18. Have you ever been dumped on Valentines?
Yes, thanks for bringing up painful memories, you jerk.

19. How many roses would you want?
Any.

20. Will you have a boyfriend/girlfriend next Valentines?
It's in two days. My chances are slim.

What is the world coming to?

I just went on Facebook and had an event staring back at me that was just chock full of eye rolls waiting to happen. A girl I went to kindergarten with is having a baby shower. She's due in June and is having a boy and all of her friends are thrilled for her and are throwing a baby shower.

I can't even imagine having a baby at 17. By myself.

Methinks this isn't really a bad thing.

I went to Burger King

I went to Burger King yesterday with Dawn and all of her kids. I sat at a table with 3 of them and was forced to wear a crown. The horror! I did however, get a great video of Muhammad singing various VeggieTale songs, which cracked me up.

Why I Rock.

This my friends, is a very blurry screenshot. What you cannot see is that I am schooling Carolyn in Scrabulous on Facebook. Yes, people, I just laid down the word "Queued" for 48 points. Go me.

WTM Special Report

Famed hamster, Diego, AKA "The Nasty Hamster", was found unconscious in his cage Wednesday night. Due to great amounts of rain in his native Ohio area, a funeral and burial was put on hold until conditions improved. Friends and family of the hamster, including his loving care taker, Michael, were alerted of Diego's mortality and were deeply saddened at his passing, although he was mean, nasty, and anti-social. On Thursday night, Diego was being prepared for burial when Michael's mother noticed that rigor-mortis had not set in, and the hamster had not assumed room temperature. No palpable pulse was found, and a stethoscope was retrieved to do tests on the rodent. Examiners observed a slight movement in the whiskers and then in the nose. Within about 5 minutes, the hamster was moving his feet and head, and enjoying a light meal of Cheerio's and Hamster Yogurt Treats. Onlookers were amazed. Diego was detained for observation at First Parental Dormitorium Roomus, and experts concluded that he was, in fact, not dead, but rather had just been hibernating.

A similar case was reported last winter, when Diego's brother, Baby Jaguar, was found unconscious in his cage after a cold night. He nearly froze to death and though he had been a very mean and vicious hamster prior to his near-death-experience, he became very humane and loving after his treatment. Experts supposed that the similar experience would tame Diego, and for about 24 hours he seemed to be recovered. However, after being released, it has been revealed that Diego is just as mean and nasty as before.

My new theme song

Dad thinks this song is dumb. But I, having fears that most others don't have, thought it was hilarious. Most people think, "Oh you're joking about being scared of them." Actually, no. They seriously terrify me. They were the only bad part of NYC. They were as big as chickens there. *shudder*

Note:If you are involved with PETA and/or Animal Rights, you may not like this song. But I don't care

You probably will never know....

I refuse to disclose the story behind last night's post. Just know that I am angry, furious, enraged, and hurt. I never cease to be amazed at some of the things that people do to hurt someone else. Or in this case, a whole group of people. The people who are close to this situation know what is going on, and that's what matters.

While I was fuming last night, I got a text message from one of the ladies at church. It said, "Have a blessed night. SLEEP with peace knowing our God reigns."

It had to be from God. I texted her back and thanked her.

Nothing suprises me anymore....

Absolutely nothing.

Becoming a gem...

My friend, Alyssa, posted this on her MySpace blog. Because of the recent post that I did about things my youth group has been facing, I thought I would share this with you. It is amazing.

"No one said life was going to be easy.

And I know I get this attitude sometimes of "THIS ISN'T FAIR." I've said it a lot to myself. Why did things go this way for me? This is not fair. I don't deserve this. What did I do wrong? All of these thoughts come to me on a daily basis. But, I'm starting to see things from a different perspective.

A Chinese Proverb once stated, " "A gem cannot be polished without friction, nor a man perfected without trials."

So, just sit back and close your eyes. Envision yourself as a rock and there's a Master holding you. He's holding you and taking sandpaper rubbing you. It's rough. It's hard. And it hurts. You look at your Master so confused. Why are you doing this to me? Don't you see that it hurts?! Could you please stop? Let me rest for just a little while. You don't understand. And yet He continues. He continues rubbing.... adding a little fire to smooth you out. It burns. It hurts. And you look over at all the other gems. Why aren't they going through this process? Why did it have to be me?!

.... yet then He stops. And He holds you up to a mirror and you see how you shine. You see there are no more flaws, no blemishes. You're smooth. You're beautiful and you are able to make something beautiful for someone. You're His prized possession. He spent time on you.. perfecting you.. helping you.

During that time you didn't understand, but now you see.. He did it because He loves you.. and chose You for such a time as this.

Albert Pike stated, ""That which causes us trials shall yield us triumph: and that which make our hearts ache shall fill us with gladness. The only true happiness is to learn, to advance, and to improve: which could not happen unless we had commence with error, ignorance, and imperfection. We must pass through the darkness, to reach the light."

Oscar Wilde stated, "What seems to us as bitter trials are often blessings in disguise."

I know times are hard right now. You feel like sandpaper is rubbing against you.. you can't get relief.. you can't catch a break. It feels like everyday.. you're being tested, but HOLD ON. Look up into your Master's eyes.. and notice how He looks at you. He looks at you so intensely.. making sure every area is smoothed out so that you can fulfill your entire purpose. And when He is completed.. He can see His reflection.

According to "How Gems are Cut and Polished... After a gemstone is sawed and ground to the desired shape and sanded to remove rough marks left by coarser grits, it is usually polished to a mirror-like finish to aid light reflection from the surface of the stone."

I know it's hard to not complain.. I'm there with you, but.. try and think of the purpose behind your trial you face today. Think about the fact that you have a GREATER purpose than what you face. Trust the Master to take care of you. Trust that He knows exactly what He's doing as He polishes..

... You're becoming a gem."

This made me think of the Lizness for some reason...

While I'm having my pity party....

I had a great post that one of the girls from my "other church" (read as:Delaware, since we preach there, oh, I don't know, ALL THE TIME) did. But alas, her MySpace is set to private. So, you all can't read the blog. Which is crappy for you since it really was awesome.

Also, just so you know, I'm going to pout via blog for the next week (or maybe just a couple of days), most likely.

Deal with it.

Change of plans.....

My previous plans for February 15th were canceled tonight. I am now going to binge on Ben and Jerry's, Pizza, and Mountain Dew with Mistie instead of spending $10 to go to eat high-end food and revel in other people's relationshipiness.

I hate Valentine's Day.


I love my cousin.

We Love Sunday School!

Our class got done way early today, and the kids who I had been trying to keep entertained with crafts and fun stories were becoming bored and were surely going to throw rotten tomatoes if I didn't hurry and think of something. I decided that Bob would be a good help for the table of 4 girls that I was trying to keep occupied (read as: out of trouble) and so I quickly said, "Hey, who likes taking pictures?"

All of them did.
And soon the rest of the class joined in..

And this is what happens when you have a class of 13. And a camera.

I went shopping....

I got the pretty red dress, except for that they didnt have it in red. So, instead, it is the pretty black and white dress!

You will have to wait until I wear the dress on the 15th to see pictures.

Also, Alison had never been to Carolyn and I's favorite store. So we took her to visit our friend, David.

My glasses are extordinarily crooked. I haven't the slightest why. But we look amazing, anyway. I assured Alison that she is forbidden to get married before me.

♥ We are the most awesome people that I know. ♥

I'm going shopping....

Woot!


But if any of you are bored today, try IM'ing Tom on MyspaceIM. It's actually quite funny. Details later. I want someone to try it first.

P.S. The Groundhog has spoken. Boo to you, Punxsutawney Phil!

Soo,

It wasn't all that scary. I was proud of myself.

Ok, maybe I was a little scared when the ghost who was foaming at the mouth popped into the little boy's tent. And when the kid with the bullethole in his head showed up. But the parts that were supposed to scare me (read as:scary woman in kitchen) didn't scare me all that much.

Nonetheless, I am still not sleeping yet.

And won't leave my room.

It's more of a deferred scared-the-poo out of me than an immediate one.

Delurking Week (Sticky Post)

So, I haven't the slightest when ACTUAL delurking week is (or was). So, here's your chance, for all of you who never comment. Delurk and please, for the love of all that is holy, leave me a commento, por favor.



This is going to be up for the rest of the week (read as: until I go and get my pretty dress!!), so take advantage of this oppurtunity. And remember, kids-

A First For Me

Ok, here's the deal.

I'm 17 now, and have never, ever seen a scary movie.

Tonight I am going to resolve this. I am watching the Sixth Sense. My parents have assured me that I should be glad that I have a bathroom right next to my bed, as I will be afraid to leave the room afterwards.

My parents also told me that I had to watch the movie in the dark. Um, I'm keeping a night light on.

I love Zoolander....

"At the Derek Zoolander Center For Children Who Can't Read Good And Wanna Learn To Do Other Stuff Good Too, we teach you that there's more to life than being really, really good looking."




Hahaha....Snow days rock.