Blogging

I was recently sitting at my desk trying to think of something to blog about (ok yes, recently means 10 secondes ago...) when i thought for a second blogging? blogging is really crazy if you think about for 2 reasons:
1) your typing to maybe 2 people you know? and then a bunch of other cool people who like to read all of your :weird moments, funny convorsations and odd stories, so really reading someones blog is like eavesdropping on someone life, except... no one is going to get angry at you... it's Nancy Drew's paradise!!
2) What your doing is really rambling, but on the internet and there is a "purpose" to it. so really its glorified talking to yourself. So for me this means i can be a crazy person without the insane asylum. I also dont get people saying "what?" when im "talking to myself" so i dont have to have that awkward moment after you say "oh, im just talking to myself" where the other person thinks you are crazy. Blogging is like a journal for the part-time crazy person (shoulda' named my blog that...).

Throat medicine.

So, i have a sore throat and while i was trying to nurse myself back to health i found this stuff you spray into the back of your throat its suppoed to numb it. Too bad it doesn't numb your tongue from the taste!. I had to almost overdose myself because i kept trying to get it the heck out of my mouth everytime i swallowed it!. I finally gave up and picked up some throat soothing cough drops, those weren't great either. They were cherry flavoured nd i was like "oh that will be sweet and yummy!" LIES. It was like secret refrigerator in my mouth. and it made my mouth numb, i couldnt feel it. There could be a mini penguin living in the freezing cave that is my mouth and i wouldnt know because of Halls throat soothing mints. I guess maybe the mint part should've been an indicator... ANYWAY.

Happily yours,
-Fishy

Anyone listening??

I found out some terribel news today...
I'M WEIRD!
Definition of Weird: outlandishness: strikingly out of the ordinary.
My sister was sitting on the couch one day when i came downstairs and she said hi so i said "Rawr" and she just said "You're so weird!" and thats when my life went downhill, just kidding. I've been called weird, crazy and other stuff like that before just not by family, when your family calls you weird you are supposed to think it's true. I DO NOT BELIEVE! I'm the normal one, everyone else is just weird. Although not everyone has a dairy queen worker trying to impress them, a B.A after them and a 10th grade stocker whispering Tay-bear in their ear when they walk by.... hm, maybe i am weird... ANYWAYY

Confusedly yours,
~Fishy

Emo ?!

So i recently dyed my hair a dark brown almost black color and i love it i also have always been adventurous with hair and have back combed my hair alot before, Recenly i've been back combing my hair like crazy and it looks very cool in my oppinion but i was talking to one of my friends and he was like "Your hair is so Emo" and i looked at him funny but kept on walking and doing what i was doing. After a minute of thinking of something cool to say back i gave up and said "I Like it and i'm not " EMO" don't stereotype, hater " He looked at me raising one eyebrow and continued.

"So watcha listening to?" he asked as i put one headphone in my ear and hummed.

"Slipknot"

"Emo"

I glared at him till i was certain he knew i was mentally slapping him over the head.

Kay yeah i made this Rant to make it public that i officially give up on people, book characters are so much better kay well i'm off the write another chapter! peace love and purple, bye!

Emo-ly your,

Fishy

The un-blog post

This is not a blog post. This is a random collection of random Subjects i like to talk abou- oh wait...maybe it is a blog post then. Anyway i guess this make's this the un-un-blog post.I will start this un-un-blogpost by giving you some advice.
Before you do anything, always ask yourself, What Would Oprah Do(question mark)
You may also ask yourself, why does Fishy always puts (questio mark) instead of the other sign, Well my theory is that a super secret spy planning to sabbotage my blog, snuck into my house, used a grappling hook to break out one of the glass windows in my jewelry box, Broke my question mark\dash key and finally ATE ALL OF MY DOGS TREATS!!!. Although that is the true story, my mother insists on trying to convince me that, i left my window open, dropped my jewelry box, she ate while using my computor and got something gushy on my keyboard, messing my question mark\dash key in the process, and my dog ate all his dog treats, and thats why my dad stepped in something gushy the next morning.

-Fishy

Fast food employees.

I went to dairy queen today with my sister to get some ice cream and i noticed something really funny. Unlike macdonalds employees who ae most of the time miserable and pimply, these people were happy and our person tried to show off. he had both our blizzards, one in each hand, upside down. No icecream fell out but he gave me and my sis this yes-I-am-the-coolest-fast-food-worker-ever smile as he asked us

"Do you want lids for these" and then when we said yes he happily turned them full circle until they were right side up. The weirdest thing about this kid though was he looked like a less buff Jesse williams (the guy in the top pictue from grey's anatomy.

It was like he was like "you want lids for these" "Yes" BANG POW! rightside up again!!.

Happily yours

-Fishy

Creepy dolls.

Just for all those worried readers out there, mr. tumness and i are no longer fighting, and he is still my BF (Best fawn). anyway. I was sleeping in my sisters room because i fell asleep during a movie. when all of a sudden i wake up due to a falling dream and look aound me. Her porceline dolls were STARING at me. Their little blue eyes and cute outfits do not make up for those creepy smiles. And barbie, oh Geez she is scary, i think she should be more of a teenage boy toy than a little girl thing because her chest is huge, er hair is beach blonde, her legs are long and her body is perfectly sculpted. Plus i'd play with hot wheels and lego any day (hehe).
-fishy

Weirdest day EVER.

Okay so i wke up this morning, stepped into my time machine like i always do. Just kidding, well actually what started my weird day was: I was walking down the hall towards my locker when all of a sudden a random creeper I don't know whispers "Tay-Bear" to me in a low, you-shall-die-in-ten-days type of voice. The thing is, i Call my friend Taylor Tay-Bear (mostly because he is the only guy that would let me do that) and only someone who has been way too close for comfort to me and my friends or s one of Taylor's friend, would know that, he was 2 freaking grades ahead of us!, (turns out, im as much of a creeper as him and i watched the halls looking for him. This creepy morning wasn't even the weirdest thing. A couple hours later, another kid whom i did not know, was walking by and did one of those mock-punch thigs where your trying to get them to flinch, ahaha well...i did, so very hilarious, crazy person, so very hilarious. Oh but the weirdest thing had to be when i was walking with my other guy friend after gym and he said "I can't believe i got grass in my favorite pair of underwear!" i looked at him and acted out throwing up. "Too much information" i told him and he began puling the side of his shorts down.
"I'll show you if you don't believe me" he offered and began pulling his shorts down i grabbed his wrist and called out.
"God ____ keep you pants on at all times please." I advised him.
He laughed and we kept walking.
Let's tally up here:
Tay-Bear+ mock punch in the face+ Friend almost flashing me+ 2 creepy people and my friend=
AHHHHHHHHH What the heck!
Frightfully yours,

-Fishy

B.A fly

Hey my name is ______ but you can call me Fishy. I have recently discovered that parents are never very happy when you agree to take your friends onto the roof. We were going to study, have you ever studied on a roo- i think not!. Well i have and it works best when you have an egg for breakfast. I was sitting on the roof, doin my math homework one day, looking out at the beautiful elegant tapestries that were a canadian sunset when all of a sudden, a fly ran smack into my face. I picked it off and let it back out on my roof, it flew off arrogantly. Chillen out, because obviously this is a B.A fly (cussing is not necessary) and he wasn't afraid of anything!. Well, i have a message for you fly.
TAKE FLYING LESSONS! either that or get a pair of glasses, yeah i've seen your eyes in science class and it amazes me how you can see a million me's and STILL run into my darn eye!. Ya, has anyone here ever felt little legs in you puple, its gross.

Eccentrically yours.
-Fishy