STUPID CRAZY DRUNK DRIVER! F***ING NEED TO KNOW WHEN TO STOP!!!

You've never experinced life until you've gotten hit by a car. Trust me I know. The adrenalline rush when a car (any car at all) is coming to you at no less then 80 miles per hour and all you can scream is "Holy Mother of God.......FUCKKKKK....!!!!" is a crazy feeling. Sure you and/or your bike may be totalled for days (perhaps forever) or you may get away with a sctrach. Eiter way, I highly suggest that you try to get hit by a car in your spare time, it's trul worth the time and energy. Ok, but seriously, what is going through the people's mids when they're trying to get past that yellow light...WHAT RUSH ARE YOU IN? For God's Sake, for those of us who are just trying to get home after 3 solid hours of putting up poorly printed advertizments, don't need a car coming towards them at 100 miles per hour. If you do happen to hit a pedestrien...the least thing that you could possibly do is...STOP! Take the time to see if the person is alright....do you kow what the call that in court when you hit some one and then run away? It's called the "infamous" HIT AND RUN senario. Many years behind the soldid iron for that one.

I havn't accually seen my "attacker though. It was a tad dark to see them. Which gets me thinking (*...a dangerous pastime...I know) I wonder who it was. Mabe it was an evil man in a suit like Agent Smith from the Matrix. Or a kind old nun who was late for church and thought I was a falling branch (I have been called skinny but come on). Mayeb it was a superhero on his way to a mission. Bleh...whatever the case....being hit by a car sux....

I'm running our of lives here. How many do I have left. I like pretend I am a cat so that I have 9 lives. So I think I hae about 4 or 5 left. Damn...I'm only 16 and a half. I should be saving these up for when I really need them.


*Gaston, Beauty and the Beast

my toes are cold

for real...my toes are cold....it's freezing. I'm wearing a huge BOCA sweater that's keeping the upper part of my body warm but the rest is freezing cold. Bleh...I feel like watching the muppets. I'm such a TV junky. I feel bad though cause on Friday I had a sub who said this about people who watch movies and TV in general:

"It's people doing nothing watching people doing something!"

Ouch that hurts. Anyway, back to the muppets....

gasp i can't believe i forgot!

i want to rent a movie!!!!

bleh

Damn Mr. Cho and his early volley ball....interfered with my weight training schedual. At any rate...I began to look over some old diaries I'd written since I was 9 years old until now. It was so interesting and how nieve and my bestfriend were (who is presently fast asleep on my couch). I feel like singing kareoke....just turning on my machine and blurting out the words to "Old time rock and roll" while eating a huge mcflurry!!! :( I want one! At any rate....considering its almost 2 in the morning i suppose ill suffer for a few hours maybe ill get some tomarrow...at any rate...I have a huge tub of pop corn right nxt to me...i could eat it....but no...im getting lazy...i feel as though i have somethign important to sy but there isn't.....meh...nite nite

Romantic?

I was asked this morning 3 questions, to which I gave very embaressing/boring answers

1. What is the most romantic thing ever done to you?
2. What's the most romantic thing you want done to you?
3. Like anyone?

To the first question I answered bluntly "No one has ever done anythign romanic to me." To the second I answered "Anything that has to do with music like make up a song for me or burn a Cd of how he feels." The answer to number 3 (after making really wierd faced while trying to think) ended up being half a shrug and a grunt since I have absolutly no idea!

I AM COCONUT!!!!

I am a coconut!!!

This could perhaps be the mist annoying song in the entire world...those of you who have hjeard it before, could probably agree with me. lol...The thing is it's so fun to sing when your crazy hyper!

I am a coconut
I live in a tree
With all the little bananas
They say hello
And i say hello
And they say what is your name?
And i say
I am a coconut
I live in a tree
With all the little bananas
They say "Hello"
And I say "Hello!"
And they say "What is your name?"
And I sayI am a coconut
I live in a tree
With all the little bananas
They say "Hello"
And I say "Hello!"
And they say "What is your name?"
And I say
I am a coconut
I live in a tree
With all the little bananas
They say "Hello"
And I say "Hello!"
And they say "What is your name?"
And I say
I am a coconut
I live in a tree
With all the little bananas
They say "Hello"
And I say "Hello!"
And they say "What is your name?"
And I say
I am a coconut
I live in a tree
With all the little bananas
They say "Hello"
And I say "Hello!"
And they say "What is your name?"
And I say
I am a coconut
I live in a tree
With all the little bananas
They say "Hello"
And I say "Hello!"
And they say "What is your name?"
And I say.....

Know what i noticed? I never did give those poor little bananas the answer...

Country!!!

"Oh, we may do the bump and grind
Shake around our little behinds
Do some things that you normally do on a Saturday night
But that's alright!
We might drink a little to much
May lose our fancy touch
Step out of line with reality
It's the way to be...."

lol...such an awsome song...what am i a song critic now?

"Together in my room!"

What is it about old pop songs that get everyone all pumped up? You know the kind that I mean...the kind you would listen to in your bedroom with all your girlfriends (or boyfreinds for that matter). "Together in my room" by Venga Boys is a perfect example. I can't remember where I last heard it but I urged one of my best friends to download it. She did of course and now I can't get enough! It's so wierd. It's like my friend James. He has some wierd addiction to this song "Here comes a special boy!" You can't get enough. The song together in my room seems to annoy my friends up the wall which I suppose is understandable when I'm singing it at the top of my lungs in the lunch room. But I can't help it. I don't even sing the whole sing accually. I just sing the "Boom! Boom! Boom!"s I mean that is the best part of the song, no?

Snot faced children!

I'm dreading tomarrow! What's worse then face painting a bunch of snot-faced little monsters. No seriously. Here is a converstion I had with a kid last time I had to face paint for an event (my elementry school BBQ to be presice).


Me: (after painting a little flower on a 10 year old girls cheek) Bye come by later if you want anything else....NEXT!!!!

(little boy wearing a shirt that says "Monster in Training" hops up on to the stool infront of me.)

Me: Hi. What would....

Kid: *sniff* *snort* *makes an asorted number of noises with his nose as though he's trying to squeeze an elephant up into his brain through his left nostrel*

Me: Uh...What would you like painted on your face kid?

Kid: I wanna be the Hulk!

Me: Oh...ok...sure...

(Pick up a green spunge)

Kid: *makes assorted noises again*

Me: *praying that this kid doesn't sneeze*

Kid: Are you done yet?

Me: I havn't even touched your face yet.

Kid: Oh...*snort*

Me: Hold still ok...

Kid: Ok....*sniff*

Me: *start painting his face as fast as possible*

Kid: It's tickling under my nose....

Me: SHIT!....I mean....uh.....

Kid: *sniff* I'm gonna....*ACHOOO*


Needless to say that I don't have to continue with my story...you know what comes next.

Now I will leave you since I would like to finish my two litre bottle of "the orginal Kik" and seconf bowl of popcorn without worrying about what my dad will do when he finds the keyboard covered in grease....

Am I funny yet?

Mt first intentions had been to make this blog humorous. So far all I've succeeded in doing, is giving you tips on what to do when your stressed and told you of a very uninteresting relationship problem. *sigh* Where does that leave me? Pretty much at the bottom of my emotional pit. Lately I've been quite moody. I owe this to Michael Moore. Personnaly I must say that I am not a large George Bush fan, nor am I a huge political fan, though am I the only one who thinks that Micheal Moore may just be a tad...what's the word?...crazy? At any rate, whatever he is, he drives me up the wall.

Responsible for broken hearts??

Ok...so here's the story. We have the guy...let's name him Harry. We also have the girl...let's name her Sally. (Can you tell that I love the movie When Harry met Sally?) So I've been hanging out with Sally quite a bit. And then along comes Harry. Harry has been this charasmatic class mate who's been pretty distant but lately he's been hanging around with Sally and me (as well as a number of our other close friends) I soon find out that Harry likes Sally. Harry asks me my oppinion on Sally and whether or not he should ask her out. I have no idea so I try to find out, in doing so I have been accused of liking Harry. Sally even thought (or thinks) I like Harry. Finally Harry asks Sally out. Tonight to be more specific. And Sally said she'd think about it? Harry is just happy that she didnt say No. Sally doesn't think that she likes Harry. Now what? First of all...I kind of helped in bringing this whole situation about. So if she says no I don't want to be responsible for any broken hearts!!!

The first hello

Allo! Bonjour! Hi! Aloha! etc. etc. I am Nat. Rambler and heavy talker extrodinaire. So here I am with my...what?...seventh blog? I hope this one will accually get over 3 blogs. I gues its because I have a hard time continuing something i start, but anyway...let me go on to talk about a movie...since i love movies...everyone loves movies...it's the universal thing...I'll bet Bin Laden, Sadaam Husein and George Bush all have the same favorite movie. It's true. They are so similar. Sure they each have they're own oppinions and whatever, but they're all going towards the same goal arn't they? To better they're country? So I'll bet if they all sat in a room together and watched a movie with popcorn (extra butter!!!) and a few cans of coke or pepsi (accually...let's stick with water since there's a bigger war going on between coke and pepsi then Iraq and the US) and let all three of 'em watch a movie. I'm sure they'd end up becoming close friends or something because of it. I should be part of the UN! What do you think? Can't you see it? I'd send crayola crayons down over poor war sickened countries. They would be able to take out their creativity by drawing and taking in the sweet aroma of a box of 24(If you've ever read All I ever needed to know I learned in Kindergarden you'd understand) Do you remember recieving your first box of crayons? Opening the box and and taking a wif of the different colored wax? That is what tru ehappiness smaells like. Then drawing with them...trying desperitly not to destroy the fine tip that they started from. I still sometimes buy myself a box of 24 and a cheap dollar store coloring book. It's great. It releives stress. Try it out sometime. You another good way to relieve stress? Listen to really good Disney Songs. Well....only certain oneswhen I really think about it...like....um....I'll make a list of the top 10

1. Kiss the Girl_____________________The Little Mermaid
2. Cirlcle of Life_____________________The Lion King
3. Bare Nessecities___________________The Jungle Book
4. Hakuna Matata___________________The Lion King
5. Supercalafradilisticexpialidoucious______Mary Poppins
6. Oodelally________________________Robin Hood
7. Rumbly Tumbly Song_______________Winnie the Pooh
8. Areibien Nights____________________Aladdin
9. You've got a friend in me_____________Toy Story
10. A whole New World_________________Aladdin

Try listening to them! Trust me!Your stress level will go down!