basic instructions for life

(we’ll get to the title… really we will)

Upon talking to Aims, I called Emma. Upon calling Emma, I learned that Alex had read my email to Andy. Upon calling Alex, I learned that Alex thinks I still like Andy and should ignore the part of me which doesn’t.

Nice. Lovely even. I’m such a psychotic nutcase with way too many trivial problems.

Did I mention only 6 more days of hell?

My parents seem to think I’m going through a phase. This yearlong phase that may extend for a couple more or something. They called in the “invincible” stage. Except not? So I hate people, and openly admit it. Do you KNOW how many truly stupid people there are out there? Apparently my being anti-social towards most of society, being utterly cynical, and being an elitest qualifies me for the ever-exciting “I’m going through an invincible stage” club. Woo-hoo! Hehe, I’m making it sound like my parents are like the ones from 16 Candles or any other pathetic dweeby (is this still an acceptable word?) parental figures found in the movies. But really, they weren’t being like that at all. They were merely poking fun at me and egging on my sarcasm. It’s really rather enjoyable, until we start speaking of Jillian Faye. *die piggy piggy die die* HAH… Mickey Blue Eyes. Moving on…

Did you know that you should not tamper with your smoke detector if it is an ionization chamber smoke detector? Yeah, well, if you expose the radioactive material, Americium-241, and if it were to become airborne, and if you were to inhale this, it would be bad. Smoke detectors themselves are non-threatening, because the alpha particles released by the Americium can be blocked even with a sheet of paper, and obviously there’s more surrounding it than that. But if you take away all the stuff around the Am-241, yeah just don’t, ok? That was my good tip for the day. Don’t inhale Americium.

Oh, and gosh darnit, DOUBLE KNOT YOUR SHOES! Because if your laces come untied in the middle of the parade, well that’s just tough. The saxy saxes have warned you. You may NOT move to tie your shoe in any circumstance… oh, and to our good friend KATY the flute: We do NOT WAVE to the people watching the parade. We do NOT turn around, we do NOT stop marching, we do NOT acknowledge that they exist. We do NOT talk to them, we do NOT laugh, we merely march. I don’t care if it’s your parents, your boyfriend, your best friend, or even SANTA CLAUSE HIMSELF! (although last year Dad DID say that he was the exception – but alas this year he said not even Santa… kind of sad) You look straight ahead, looking slightly up – (EYES – WITH PRIDE). You take a decent step, rolling your feet, keeping your toes HIGH in the air. For goodness sake don’t scuff your feet! And those are just the basics for marching. (And Meg – SHUT UP. I can’t even believe you guys were making fun of marching in history. Totally offended. BAH.)

Hey look at this, not only has Sir Agamemnon written, but Sir Drummer is online too! (now if only HE would write, and if only Sir HHH would get online and/or write) Must I get on your cases? THREE of you… and three of my favorite diaries at that.

Lindsey’s going to flip when she sees I’ve written again. She seems to think I write too much… HAHA imagine writing too much! *pokes the Lord of the Penguins*

Well, I’m off to be

~swept away in dinkle land~

@~>~>-dreamergrrl

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