Lair of the Hoodedcarrot

Well, today was good. Then it was bad. Then it got better. Then it sucked. All was well until that damn history test. With a less-than-stellar grade as it is, bombing a test was just what i needed to get back on my feet for goal 4. yeah, right. besides that, all was good. 1st day of strength was today, and it is a complete waste of time. then, my bus didn’t show up until about 6:00, and got me home just before 7:00. i spent just under 12 hours at school. And now i am here. But look at the bright side! go ahead. look. it will be the one facing the light source.

Another weekend wasted in front of the TV. watching what you ask? well, it was redneck weekend on Comedy Central, good fun. Not to mention the ridiculous amount of basketball to watch. Speaking of which, im 587th overall on picking the games. At least that is what ESPN tells me. I should be doing homework, but there is too much useless junk on the internet to do that. Im going back to surfing the net for funny/interesting/time wasting things to do. Cow.

In history class “i was eating squid, and they have all these testicles” -Sahar

In advisory, Omar walks up, all casusal like, and is about to take an ADVISORY cookie. I wouldn’t stand for it. The second he touched that little plastic trey of cookies, i was screaming like a midget that just went through castration, without anisthetic. I let out one long, solid “NOOOOOOOO”, until the second he let go. Then he walked out, suddenly aware of the near-lethal mistake he made. I have adopted the job of advisory alarm system, and im proud of it.

Today was every other monday i’ve ever been through, with a few exeptions. In math class, Katie D painted my nails with sharpie markers and whiteout, it was hot. Then i went to file papers for Mr. territo, what fun. In english today our big goal 3 paper was due, and i had it done on time! fantastic! except…i forgot to turn it in. How exceedingly nate-like is that? god damnit. and i was doing good in english. Im going back to my hole.

Career day was interesting. I was a host, which basically means i got White points for skipping math and english. not bad. Sure i had to sacrafice two of my choices for career speakers, but it was alright. the last time i stalked Keila into restraunt managment, and it was fun. owner of Cafe Cortina was there, very, very good restaraunt. At the end, he gave us sauce. Sauce! SAUCE! i named my sauce philbert, after the turtle in Rocko’s modern life, who had pet sauce. it went somthing like this.

Philbert takes “pet” loaf of bread to vetrenarian
Vet says, “philbert, thats not a pet, thats a loaf of bread” or somthing like that
Philbert screams NOOOOOOOOOOOO
Vet exchanges Bread for sauce.
Philbert is content
philbert drops sauce in the street, then yells NOOOOOOOO
then commercial break

I wish that show was still on. Pure genious. Pure vulgur, not suitable for Nickleodeon genius. mmmm..sauce