FAIL FOR HIRE

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I'm in big time need of a job. BIG TIME. I need money for my medication, my Pathfinder dues, my art supplies, my clothes (I HAVE NO SOCKS, MAN), make-up (I had to throw mine all away because it was all expired and gave me an eye infection), custom orthodics (flat feet), and my dog. And my parents have, like, no money, so, I NEED A JOB.

This post is really really bad. :(

Err!

Someone hacked my account and posted some spam here!

Leaving

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I'm leaving for Montreal tomorrow! I'm so excited. I'll be taking the plane all night to Montreal, arriving at 7 am. Then we'll be driving to Washingtonville, NY, to spend Christmas with my family! Or, at least half of it. We'll be so tired though (only my mom and I are going). We have a layover in Calgary from 11pm to 1am. I'm not kidding. My only carry-on will probably be a pillow, because I'll be nackered! But it'll be so much fun.

I'm going to try to nab a camera while I'm down there.

At The Library

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Okay, I'm at the library right now, waiting for my mom to come from work. I just came from my piano lesson, and the library is right across from where my mom works. We're going to walk home together.

I had a non-lesson today. My teacher got stuck in traffic, and no one was at home when she called to tell me not to leave. So, I was there for 45 minutes even though the class is only supposed to be 30 minutes long (someone stole the clock in the class). I got some practicing done and took a nap (lol).

I'm about to fall asleep right now. I totally went to bed at, like 3:30 am. And I talk in my sleep, so, I apparently said I was awake or I was getting up when my mom came to get me. At about 7:15 am, my dad storms into my room with a squirt bottle and starts squirting me in the head. He was all like "Your mother came and woke you up and you're still in bed?!" I'm thinking, I haven't seen or heard anyone since 11:00 pm, what are you talking about?! Then I started crying because I was so mad, and crying is usually my first response to a negative emotion.

I love the attention I get when I knit in public, especially if I'm wearing a rocker tee or something. Everyone's like "whaaat?!" Two old ladies were all, like, "SHE'S KNITTING" at me. lol And I expected other teenagers to look at me funny, but they actually look a little impressed. Haha!

Ha, I thanked God for wheelchair lifts on the bus and I don't even use a wheelchair.

Whoa, a book just caught my eye. The Jesus Chronicles? Seriously?! Now that's just awesome. It's probably incorrect, though. It's actually bigger than the actual Bible, and the one I'm looking at is only on Luke. :P Plus it's a novel. . . . Okay, I'm no longer seeing the awesome.

THERE'S A KID ON A SCOOTER IN THE LIBRARY!! rotfl!!!!! Why is that so funny?

Cleverbot. Unexplainable, just look. www.cleverbot.com. It proposed to me. o.O;;

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Okay, I'm at home now. I revamped the blog a little. Like it? I'm really tired. I'm going to stop typing now before it becomes completely incoherent.

Frankenfood

I'm learning about biotechnology and GMOs in school. Honestly, geniuses can be so stupid. These scientists say that GE crops can solve world hunger by making the crops hardier (which is dumb, because it's not like they're going to give the food away for free! it's not lack of food that's causing world hunger, it's lack of distribution). Hang on, let me get my theory blaster . . .

1. GMO food is safe because they haven't figured out if it's harmful or not yet. (I'm sorry, but innocent until proven guilty shouldn't apply to something you are PUTTING IN YOUR BODY.)
2. GMO food is good because it can be made to be resistant to poisons so that you can kill the weeds and not the food. (Okay, so, let's say we dump a vat of peanut oil on a group of people, some of which are not allergic to peanuts, some of which are. The ones who are allergic die, so only the ones that are not allergic are left. Then a big dumb dinosaur comes and picks up the oil-covered-non-allergic people and eats them. GUESS WHAT, he's allergic to peanuts! He DIES. In other words, making grain resistant to poison doesn't make the person who's eating the poison-covered grain resistant to the poison!)
3. GMO food still has the same amount of nutrients (or more) as non-GMO food. (But, here's a question. Can your body digest the altered food? Did you know that your body automatically rejects anything it can't recognize? Did you know that your body REJECTS processed and GMO foods? All those precious nutrients in the toilet. Literally. That's why we need vitamin tablets now! It's like how spinach is rich in iron and so many doctors tell you to eat more of it if you need more iron, but, GUESS WHAT, the iron is encapsulated in calcium! You can't get iron from spinach, you get calcium! And, you know how milk is supposed to be rich in calcium? Guess what, you're body does not digest animal protein, it encapsulates it in calcium and passes it on. And there's more protein than calcium in milk! Your body uses the calcium from the milk to encapsulated the protein, and then LEECHES CALCIUM FROM YOUR BONES to encapsulate the rest! Just because there's a lot of some nutrient in a food doesn't mean your body can access it!)

BOOM, BANG, BOP. Three theories down. Let's go, who's next?

OMGOMGOMGOMGOMGYAY. And then, fail. And then, AVOCADO!

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HAPPY CHANNY!

Sooo happy, know what? Guess. Guessguessguessguessguess. I GOT MY COMPUTER BACK, YAYAYAYAY!!! Yay! And, guess what! I downloaded WolfQuest! AND IT DOESN'T WORK. Of course, SOMETHING has to fail. I am living proof of Murphey's law. Hoh boy. Now I have to wait till the next release of the game that has all the most recent bug fixes in it before I can play. :(

Sad Channy.

That reminds me of something. There's this adorable little boy at my church who's about one, and, he's just crazy. His family was at camp meeting, and he's one of my friend's cousins, so, I was hanging out with her and her family, and he was being all hyper and stuff. He just ran up to as and was all like "I'm going to say, 'HAHA!' HAHAHAHAHAHA!!!" He was putting on this really strange accent and trying his best to make his voice really low, so he sounded like a crazy little French man. Then he got in trouble and had a time out. He got all sad and was all like "I'm going to say 'Haha'," in the saddest voice! lol!

Mmm, I had the best avocado ever just now. It made me happy again. :)

New to the Fail Blast: "Thriller" Michael Jackson, "Black or White" Michael Jackson, "Scream (Featuring Janet Jackson)" Michael Jackson (just realized there's a swear word in it. :(), "The Nutcracker Suite (Baz Kuts Breaks Mix)" Berlin Symphony Orchestra, "Son of a Nutcracker" Elf (it's just a little clip of the main character bumping his head and yelling "OW! Son of a . . . nutcracker!!" rotfl!), "Don't Stop Believing" Journey, "Every Breath You Take" Puff Daddy, "Every Breath You Take" Sting, and "Everything is Everything" Lauryn Hill (she was one of the main teenager characters in "Sister Act").

Knobby Ankles

I have a surprising problem. I walk with my feet too close together. And, you know those knobby thingies on your ankles? Well, mine bump together! Unless you have knocked your ankles together, you could never know how much that hurts. Especially if your ankles are cold and already hurting! I asked my dad if my ankle knobbies are too big, and he said that they're fine, it's just the way I walk. I walk as if I'm trying to balance on a type rope, placing one foot almost directly in front of the other. My dad says I'm supposed to be walking with my feet shoulder width apart. I tried it, and when I tried to turn, I fell over. Maybe it's because my hips are too narrow? Oh well, now I have another thing that I have to relearn in order to function properly.

Were there more things I had to relearn? Oh yeah! First it was learning how to differentiate the sounds "ss" and "th" at the age of 12, something I STILL don't have down (I still can't say "something"). Then, it was learning not to respond to everything I found exciting with a scream (I've downgraded to squealing). Then it was forcing my tongue (which has been medically diagnosed as too long for my mouth) away from my teeth where I normally rest it to the middle of the abnormally low roof of my mouth (the roof of my mouth is actually partially convex instead of concave). Now it's relearning how to walk without knocking my ankles together. -sigh-