What's on the mind of a loserette?

Argh Matey! I'm a eBook Pirate!

I woke up super early today - 8:45am! Holy Moo! Anchor did some volunteer work at the old folks home by the new library. We spent a few hours organizing a library full of reader's digest books and dirty romance novels. There were some classics in there too - Twain, Grisham, Steinbeck, but no J. K. Rowling or Tolkien. Do they know what they are missing?! I was suprised that my allergies weren't bothered from all the dust. I did start to feel nausteous from the old foggy smell in the bingo hall. It brings back memories of visiting my greatgrandmother as a kid. I really hated it. It always smelled. She kind of lost her mind at 97 and my mom says that's why she slapped me a couple times. I really really hated the.... elevator. I don't talk about this much but when I was a child I was fairly clausterphobic. I absolutely could not stand elevators, bathroom doors, and enclosed stairways. They totally freaked me out till I screamed bloody murder. But I'm cool now. I even lock the door when I go to the bathroom now. Okkk too much info... So Anchor was a blast. I absolutely love every person in that club (even though half of them were too lame to bother showing up...).

Dream and I stopped at Checkers again and this time she didn't have five chili cheeseburgers. I'm severely disappointed in her settlement for the spicy chicken parmasean combo. Go check out the awesome comment I left in her LJ people! That's an order! And then we went to Book Swap. Can you believe this - it cost me $25 for two freaking books?!?!?!1111!11!! What happened to the usual $3.95 America, $4.95 Canada? Stupid book makers. I mean come on - who cares if we pirate eBooks? No one reads them because they kill your eyes! So Dream and I had an awesome time. Sitting in the car, eating Checkers, and talking about deep subjects is starting to become a habit for us. Roxorness.

So are you guys out there pissed at my recent addiction to incredibly and insanely long and pointless blog entries? I've been reading a ton of random blogs lately and I must say I do tend to ramble compared to others. But hey enough with the judgements! I am who I am and I'll type what I please. Here we go again, lyrics:

"I'm free to be whatever I / Whatever I choose / And I'll sing the blues if I want / I'm free to say whatever I / Whatever I like / If it's wrong or right it's alright" -- Oasis - Whatever

Hilarious-Yet-True-Story-Worth-Typing-Up-For-A-Pointless-Blog of the Day:
Before I started reading "A Farewell to Arms" I asked my family what it was about during lunch one day. My mom had read it a long time ago and my sister had read it for her class but she only really read the SparkNotes.
Me: So what's this book about anyways?
Mere: I think it's about this soldier who falls in love with his nurse when he gets wounded.
Mom: Yeah. He got shot in the arms and had to have them amputated.
Mere: Really?! Uh-oh! I don't remember that from SparkNotes!
Mom: You didn't know he lost his arms? That's where the title comes from! It's a farewell to both arms!

Ok so Frederic Henry really didn't lose his arms, but I nearly died from carpet burns from rolling on the floor laughing. Maybe you had to be there. I really need to get busy and start filling out college applications. I know I'm such a procrastinator.

Random fact: my name backwards is "ycram nodrog". How awesome is that? Y cram? Because I can!

Guess what? I'm defense attorney in law studies! Woo! Girls (defense) vs. Guys (state). We girls are so totally going to kick booty! Except that all the evidence points against us. BUT I talked to Sweeney today and she let me in on some stuff... She was a prosecuting attorney for the same case her sophmore year and she lost it! So there is hope for me! And how nice it was of her to let me in on some strategies employed by the winning defense team led by Zach Spitolnick. This is going to be fun! It is kind of sad because Mike is a prosecuting attorney and now I can't talk to him! He was spying on me Kasey and last Friday. Kasey is going to be gone for an entire week so I get to do all his work for him. If I pull this off, it will be a miracle!

Ahhh, how I love you weekends. One day of complete bliss left. Then it's back to prison. Until then I'll be smoking babies, making pot and munching on my brown sugar cinnamon poptarts. Later.

posted by Marcy @ 8:58 PM