Sorry...

Sorry I haven't been on in a while, here's some of the BIG stuff that happened to me since I last wrote:

I feedbacked at Kay's house. If you're wondering why, I thought of the Facebook picture that everyone's emailing each other where Sam M (aka ENIOT, and he's back up to freniotdo, which is friend, enemy, idot, and weirdo) has his arm around Arianna (his GF). Revolting, I know.

I read Twilight in 4 days, reading only in the car and at night.

I was drinking from the water fountain after phys ed, and Kelly L. was right behind me. When I leaned in, she pushed my face in. She is SO lucky I swallowed some of the water (down the wrong pipe, I might add) and I was coughing my head off, or I woulda yelled at her so loud...And a cute guy was walking by us too...

I did a blind makeover with my friend Cara... she messed up my face so bad, I chased her around the house with a roll of duct tape.

Cheese the Hampster and Pictionary Man say sayonara, they are going to Japan.

SAAAAAAAAAAAAAM!!!

SAAAAAAAAAAAM!!! M!!! JSYK, you are dead toast right now. You know why. For those of you out there that do NOT know (aka .00005% of the population), here is exactly what happened: Once upon a time, on Tuesday, Cassie passed me in lunch and said Sam Hannan (aka The Sam That Is Obsessed With Farm Animals) knew about Jarrod, and later, when I asked her how he found out, she told me Sam Maniscalco (who used to be a friend, now an eniot, cross between enemy and idiot) told him. Today, at art, I asked her exactly what he said, and she said it went like this:
ENIOT: Oooh, there's Ninja!
FARM SAM: Who's Ninja?
ENIOT: Becca's boooyfrieeeend!*
FARM SAM: Who's Ninja?
ENIOT: Becca's boooyfrieeeend!*
FARM SAM: WHO'S NINJA?!?
ENIOT: (under breath) Jarrod
Then FARM SAM does The Eyebrow Thing with his mouth in an o. And today at Shakespeare practice, when we were waitng to be let into the library, Cassie said ENIOT said there wasn't a practice and NOW SAM I KNOW YOU JUST SAID THAT TO AVOID ME!!! Note the triple ! .

* Note: NOT TRUE. unfortunately for Jarrod. He doesn't know what he's been missing.

My Left Sneaker is now Sacred

If ya wanna know why, well, read on. It all started in the morning, around 5 minutes after I got out of bed (aka 35 minutes after I woke up). I had a weird gut feeling that brown-bagging lunch today instead of buying the mysterious mixture of garbage they sell at school would be a good idea. So when I was getting my lunch from my locker, Jarrod's class was walking by, and the outside of his right sneaker brushed against the outside of my left sneaker. But Brooks (aka Doofy Chicken, but let's just call him DC for short) was right in front of him, and if anybody finds out FOR SURE that it was DC, please contact me so I can burn the sneaker. Ick.