silly goose.

my life has been full of silly moments these past few days.

is it silly that my room smells like cologne and super glue?

is it silly that I almost took my baby blanket to school today?

is it silly that I've been playing my extreme bop it for about four hours?

is it silly that i get excited over dance moms?

yesterday at the basketball game, I stole Kailee's phone and organized ALL of her apps. if you've ever seen her phone, you'd know how big of a job this is. it took me ten minutes. and then she called me an freak. but I enjoyed organizing:) i also took silly pictures of me kaitlyn and kobe. 

and today i tripped over my red rainboots a million times. while wearing a skirt. lovely! but today was just silly. and there is a silly story to every class period.

first: so, in Anderson's class, her desks face each other. so you automatically stare at the front row people. it's just a habit, not on purpose. and I got a front row seat. so today i was happily working on my worksheet when after class Desi came up to me and told me that the first two rows on the other side of the room were staring at me. creeped me out a little.

second: ohhhh boy. I love this class. i sit next to madi and reagan and travis and mark and roman. it's a party all day. and today mark and roman felt my rainboots, mark wasn't allowed to put his feet on my "dedicated" desk or the "dedicated" footbasket. and me and reagan are twelve o clock friends:) oh, and me and Madi matched!

third: I'm an idiot and thought even numbers meant how many people at our table. me and chloe are table three. that's not an even number.

fourth: tripped over myself lots. sang a song about being lonely with harley and me and ricky couldn't find a dang duet song.

fifth: fell asleep. for twenty minutes. during class. and I sit in front of Holbrook's desk. WIN! I had a dream where a girl in exercise clothes danced in front of the class. mark woke me up by kicking my basket. 

sixth: hate. this. class. nothing silly today.

seventh: me and travis and casey talked the whole time. it was joy and we looked up Bill Nye on google. he's not dead, just to inform you.

and then i skipped the game because i felt a migraine coming on. not joy.

I just love silliness =D

try not to drown in my weirdness.

that's right folks! I'm blogging! on a saturday night! i need a life!

I am not even kidding you. I didn't do anything last night either. The most exciting thing I did today was put on an ugly sweater that was the itchiest thing of my life. it had llamas on it. don't worry, you'll get a picture soon.

but seriously. what is wrong with me? last night, i crafted! I didn't hang out or do anything! My best friend is my little pink hot glue gun. I love that little guy. except I think it should be a girl glue gun... it's name shall be Old Bessie. The glue gun. And my sewing machine shall be named Al. Al the sewing machine and Bessie the glue gun. we've been through a lot together.

I'm seriously feeling like a creep. I'm on facebook, stalking people that do have lives. I'm sorry if all of you get a lot of notifications from me, don't be creeped out.

there are perks for not doing anything:

READING!

PINTEREST!

STALKING OTHER PEOPLE'S BLOGS!

MORE PINTEREST!

NAPS!

and that's it. but the blog I've been stalking today was "You seriously made that?!" she cracks me up. My favorite post is when she talks about herself and her weirdness, and admits that one of her fears is running over a cardboard box in the middle of the street that has a baby in it. I am not kidding.

I think we'd get along just grandly with our weirdness. I like her.

here's a link, if you want to laugh and make cute stuff: http://youseriouslymadethat.blogspot.com/

Oh, I also like her video of Double Dream hands. It made me pee my pants a little.


But I have a funny story! Every time either of my parents asks me to do something, I just say OK and then zone out and do whatever I was doing. Then they go away and leave me alone, and usually forget about what they told me to do. It works every time (example, dad just told me to get off the laptop and go to bed. OK. he goes back to his room and I think he's asleep).

this is getting random, and i hear my daddy stirring in the room next to me, so I'll go to bed.