2003-10-01 - 5:17 p.m.
Hi there, this is quiddle, your long lost favorite goofy 15 year old? yup. Hi.
Well, I did find my funny. It was in a weird place though, I left it in a pond at a place where I'd never been before I lost it...um...yeaaahhhh, anyway, I went on a school trip (that's where my funny-less butt has been) and needless to say, an atmosphere with bunks and campfires and oppurtunities to do teribble things while people are sleeping brouhgt my funny back...it sort of found me...because see I got in this paddleboat, and i was about the 5th kid on it...yeaahhh, it was definitely made for 2 people and you're lucky if that, so um, i sorta sank the boat, and to avoid being further sunked, the people on the said voyage of terror pulled a Jonah-like manuever on me and figured that it must be my fault so they threw me over.
Thumbelina describes how I am when I'm mad as "squeaky, loud, and distracting" and I think that would be a HUGE understandment for this event. I was yelling before i even got to the surface of the water, and nobody paid any attention and I was sooooo mad man, I was just fuming and angry and ahhhhh and then suddenly, my funny came back. It like swam into my ear and suddenly i was laughing and swimming after the boat in all this gooey pond water and telling one particular individual who happened to take one of my shoes as i was being tossed in that I was going to be grateful to have only one squishy foot. It was enlightenment really.
ANYWAY. As you can imagine, I did lots of quiddle-like things on this trip. Things such as having another hissy-fit in the woods during a "war" kind of game. The seniors dress up in camo and hide and then the underclassmen go get them and I was running and feeling quite "RRRR" you know, take on this dang woods, kill them seniors woooo! Then suddenly, this BEAST of a boy comes crashing through a pine tree and I go, "EEEEEEEEEEE!" and reach out and try to grab him only to both be hit slightly by the beast while simultaneously tripping over a large log that was lying on the ground in the thick woods. Again, Thumbelina tells this story the best of all when she says, "So quiddle is suddenly screaming and freaking out and everything and you see this big huge kid come running through with a camo-painted face and she's going "ahhh ahhh ahhhh" and then "BOOOOMM" she falls and there's a little thud and he face is in all those pine-needles that are always on the ground in the woods and next thing you know, before her face is even out of the dirt, all you hear is this "EHEHEUHASUIGHAKJGHKJFDLLKJDK!!!!" and she's yapping and having a little hissy fit and squealing into the dirt and then she stands up and runs around a little bit and then she kind of does this hissy-sort-of dance in a circle and then all of sudden she's gone and we're like...hm...okay.." So yeah.
Lots of interesting things happened which I will divulge as weeks go by, but lastly as I close i'd like to offend every avril-worshipper here and say...."WHAT THE HECK IS SHE DOING OFFERING 'WORDS OF INSPIRATION' ON BREAST CANCER AT THE YAHOO WEBSITE??? I saw it and almost shot myself. Oh. my. word. So, for the record, here's the inspiring thing she had to say: "I support Breast Cancer Awareness Month because I think it is important for women of all ages to be informed." Well...I'm feeling inspired, aren't you...oh my...okay...
Goodnight diaryland, don't blow your nose on other people's sweatshirts because no matter how muhc they supposedly love you, it will all change as soon as you attempt putting your boogers on their belongings. Also, avoid boys who put peanut butter in their armpits and always scream a lot because it's a nice work out and it makes you seem interesting...or just loud but whatever. later home skillets! bye.
