Tag Archive | weird

Somebody is singing in the bathroom.

This is very strange. Strange indeed. They’ve been singing for a few minutes now. Oh, it just stopped. Hm.

In other news…

Do it now! I have a study for 10 more minutes!

Do it now! I have a study for 10 more minutes!

Until next time, Em 🙂

Advertisements

I don’t know what to think…

I just had this very strange dream…

I was in my school, getting ready to leave because I had to go catch the bus, and then I walked into a classroom where my teacher was with a bunch of my classmates from junior high (who I don’t like. Not my crowd.). And then this girl was like “oh let’s video tape this” so apparently the kids from my old school were fish? Like it was an aquarium? But they looked like people… and then she was like “oh let’s change the background” because they were standing in front of a whiteboard. So I had to use this thing from Paint:

paint

I’ve never noticed how this actually looks like one of those little paint pallete things that you use when you’re young.

to make the whiteboard an ombre (making that a noun lol) of blues… strange. So then I left the room, and the kids from my old school were in front of me, and they were writing on the air and stuff,  “Class of 2014” and stuff. Whatever.

Then the second part of my dream.

I walked out of the doors to go into a room that looked oddly like my brother’s cafeteria, which was full of people having a club meeting (but some of the people were graduates, which is very strange  Plus they were all wearing purple). I was wearing my backpack which was super heavy and it was kind of lopsided, so I leaned against the stage-thing to adjust it but everyone got mad at me because they were watching a PowerPoint. So then I tried to walk to the upper tier of the room (like a balcony but not exactly…) to get across the room to catch my bus, but then this girl from the grade above me was like “no! you have to go this way!” but for some reason she was in a wheelchair, and I couldn’t get by her because I had on this ginormous backpack and it was super crowded. And then I woke up.

So yeah, I hope you enjoyed my story.

Until next time, Em 🙂

Wacky Weather in Washington

Today I decided to write about the wacky weather we have over here on the west coast.

There were some wildfires on the other side of the mountains recently, so we had a red sky in the morning… usually it was more red than this

Not really “wacky weather,” just a nice picture of a sunrise

Not really “wacky weather,” just a nice picture of a sunrise

This looks like snow, doesn’t it? It’s actually hail… on Sunday it was hailing so hard that when I walked outside I felt like I was being stabbed in the head…

More hail

More hail

Until next time, Em 🙂

Jenny Matlock

Only at my school… mood lighting and elevator rides

Today in English class, my teacher told us to write a monologue about how we would feel if we lost a person that is important to us. She wrote what we were supposed to write about up on the board, and then she turned off a few of the overhead lights. “Mood lighting,” she said. “Strange,” I said.

Later, I noticed that the compost, recycling and garbage bins weren’t in their normal spot in our lounge, so I asked the dean of students person where they were. It turns out they were upstairs, by my English classroom (which I had noticed before, but I had just thought “oh cool, we got more bins!”) Well, being a good citizen and all (read: not wanting people to throw away recyclables – the horror), I volunteered to go get them. Mimi got the wonderful idea that we should take the Forbidden Elevator back downstairs, because it would be tricky to carry the huge bins down the stairs. I suggested closing all of the bags and then sliding down the stairs in the bins, but she vetoed that idea. Anyways, we got in the elevator with these huge bins, and THE DOORS STARTED CLOSING while Mimi was trying to shove the bins in the elevator. I pressed the “open front door button” but the door wouldn’t open. Lo and behold, I found the “open back door” button and it worked (why the elevator has two doors, I have no idea. There isn’t anywhere to go using the other door). When we were all safe and sound in the elevator, I pressed the “1” button, to get back downstairs. And that’s when I noticed it. The Basement Button. Who knew we even had a basement?! So today after school, two of my friends and I are going to take a trip down there… using the Forbidden Elevator of course… hopefully we won’t get in trouble…

Until next time, Em 🙂

Guys really need to get a clue…

First order of business… why do guys never respond to your messages? Like, you’re having this conversation and you’re waiting for a response but it doesn’t come for two days… what’s up with that?! Except for when you’re talking to your guy-friend and you couldn’t care less about the topic and he texts back in 30 seconds. That is the only exception.

Second order of business… there are some very strange guys in band. So maybe you remember Cody? Or… maybe not. I was going to set him up with Shelly, but yeah… that didn’t work too well because (1) I never talk to him and (2) he’s like 5’10” and I’m 5’1/2″… yeah. So he sits up in the first row with me (not the same instrument, but right next to each other), and we were talking before rehearsal started. I always bring in my dinner because I have to get it right before band and I don’t have much time, so I just eat some of it in the car and at band, etc. So last week I brought samosas from my friend’s parents’ restaurant… so delicious. Anyways, last week he was all “can I have some” and I was all “get away from my samosas! They are delicious and all mine!” And this week I had bubble tea (with the jelly, I practically throw up if I get the tapioca) which was delicious btw, and he was asking if the place I got it from was good or not. Pretty normal conversation, yeah? Well, it was not that normal from there on. During break-time, he was talking to me and his stand-partner about how soft his hair is (it’s pretty soft, but he uses gel so you know… anyways) and then he was talking about how his pants were apparently skinny jeans but they weren’t that skinny… yeah he is very strange. Moving on.

Third order of business… male teachers should not be allowed to wear biking shorts on school grounds. I don’t care how good looking you are, guys should never be allowed to wear shorts that short and tight and spandex-y. Never.

Fourth order of business… last year in English class for our final project, we had to write poems and paint a picture to go along with it. I totally BS’d the poem, writing it the night before it was due. I thought it was pretty good, because I fancied it up so it looked like a tree and I even colored it so it looked like branches and everything. Over-achiever, I know. Anyways, some of our class turned it into the National Poem Society or something like that to enter a competition to maybe get published in their newsletter. Well I thought, why not? It’d be pretty cool to get published. So I turned it in and completely forgot about it until a few days ago, when a letter came in the mail, saying that my poem was being published! Of course I forgot all about it, so I was really confused when my mom asked me why I was getting my poem published… anyways. Maybe I’ll upload it sometime.

Until next time, Em 🙂