The Origin of The Red Substance

Well, I haven't blogged anything lately. It is probably due to the fact that I did the unthinkable. I MADE A MYSPACE. yes. i know. i'm ashamed. moving on.

I have a lot and nothing to say all at the same time. How wonderfully convenient, no? Well, we watched our history video today in history. It was pretty horrific. Legally Blonde couldn't get the box on her computer to make our video bigger even though I knew how, but you couldn't seriously expect me to tell her, thus allowing the amplification of our face zits. No thank you. Not a chance.

In other worlds, during this lovely three day weekend, I did absolutely nothing. In fact, the most interesting thing that happened, was the thing that pissed me off the most. I will rehash it for you: So, I was in my room listening to my iPod when i saw this red stuff on my carpet. I thought it was probably my makeup all smeared everywhere. And then I saw a LOT of it. I thought, well, that is definitely not makeup anymore, and I checked and uncovered the unknown substance. So imagine my horror when I noticed that there was: 1) Blood on my carpet. 2) Unknown blood on my carpet and 3) Blood on MY CARPET. So naturally I got really freaked out when I noticed it was new and trailing everywhere. It was a bit like a horror movie really. I was unconscionably frightened that I might possibly find a dead raccoon hidden beneath clothes or something. I then looked and saw it on my iPod after I had just put it down and was ready to kick some as when I looked down at my bleeding foot. It looked pretty disgusting. Well, that left room for more observations such as: 1) Well that solves the mystery of the unknown origin of the blood. 2) My foot was bleeding. and 3) Since when and how was my foot bleeding?!? So, interestingly enough, you would think my first concern would be the soon to be scar on my foot, however, it was the epiphany that if, indeed, the blood was coming from my foot, and that it was all over my room, naturally one could assume that blood would have been trailing my foot wherever my foot went. And since I did not know how long this had lasted, one could only concur that blood would be found all down the hallway, in the kitchen, and on my mother's cream carpet. Naturally, one could assume. Unfortunately all these assumptions were correct and i spent over an hour trying to scrub it all out. While doing this I reflected upon how cruel of a joke it was to make blood stain. Just imagine some poor old woman in pain who just got stabbed by some evil guy robbing her of her china, and she is too much in pain to bother with cleaning her carpet, but if she doesn't it will forever stain. Evil joke, that is. How unfair is it that I have to clean all of that mess especially since I didn't feel the cut or know where it came from. (I still don't.) And am I now a hemophiliac because where did all that blood come from. My foot looked entirely mangled, but after a nice soak in the red sea (aka previously clear bathtub) I deduced the size of the cut of my foot to be that of a papercut. And even after that when my dad came home he still didn't have neosporin. Don't you think he would've learned to carry that after my compass in the knee accident earlier this year? And all he managed to say was, "oh, don't die tonight, because if you do they'll think I'm the one who tried to clean up all the blood." Really. How unbelievable. I die and HE gets the credit for cleaning up the blood. My foot is now probably infected with some type of disease, but at least the carpet is clean.

In other matters, I am going to see Pirates 3 with my friend Bella this weekend. And introduce her to some fabulous music. I heard the first two hours of Pirates was crap but the last hour was good. and then i heard there was no real ending. I swear to god, you must be $%^#@!% joking. We will also possibly produce a video involving a video with music as the choice of audio. Otherwise known as a music video.

I kind of had a row with Sanara today as well. I was talking with her, Berry, and Vikpik and Flower and she gave me this weird look and I went off on her. Honestly I'm tired of her giving me those weird ass looks like I'm an idiot whenever I talk about anything, even if it's logical! At least Vikpik knew what I was talking about. But now I'll probably apologize because I feel bad about it, and also because she has my camera. That I may have to confiscate for this weekend. Hopefully she'll be finished using it by then. Clearly today can only be described as &*#%*$@! naturally. and to add to that, we are back on our regularly scheduled load of history hw. ahh! but, on the bright side, i DID get my spanish teacher to sign my permission slip for the holocaust museum, and last year, it took me like three days to get her to sign it.

anyways, yeah, this blog is just depressing me. goodbye.