Classified Crazy

'Kay, so we all know that Kyle is in the navel intelligence school, or whatever it is called, right? Right.

Well, all of the workbooks that he gets in class are classified, thus so is the information in them. Kyle doodles in class. On the workbook.

All of his doodles are classified.

Original characters, Salor Moon, Pretty Sammy and even my little Ninja Kitty are all CLASSIFIED now.

How cool is that?

Kids are cute, when they are someone else's.

Two stories for one!

Me and Angela (shut up you grammer nazi) were getting some food at her house. Her two nephews were eating at the counter behind us. They were babling back and forth at each other and they started up on whether or not Angela has a boyfriend.

"Does not!" "Does too!" "Does not!" "Does too!" "Does not!" "Does too!"

"I do not." Angela told them.

"Oh"

"Well," the nephew who insited Angela had a boyfriend was not to be undone, "She has a girlfriend." One small finger pointed at me.

"Girls can't have girlfriends!" The other nephew exclamed! (and more!!!!!!)

At this time Angela pulled me out of the kitchen and up to her room, so she could close the door and laugh herself silly.


Story the second:

I was at work, this woman came in with a gaggle of kids. Normally this would bug the crap out of me, but it seems this woman was actually a parent and her kids were well behaved. But this didn't stop them from being curious. They were fasinated by the "Innocent Until Proven Guilty" poster. So while I was working on their mom, one of the littler ones ran up to ask her mom in a excitied whisper, "Mom, mom is Jesse Jackson related to Micheal Jackson?"

Link to the poster: Click me all night long.

You see that big body of water? Thats the *ocean.*

I get this phone call at least once a day.

Caller: "How do I get to your location from Grand and Jefferson?"
Me: "Well, you need to head east on Grand-"
Caller: "Is that right or left?"
Me: "I don't know which way you are facing... So I don't know if you need to turn right or left."
Caller: "Oh... um..."
Me: "East is away from the ocean."
Caller: "Oh! Right!"

Good God people.

Whining and Poetry

Maybe I should call this the rant and whine board.

I was just thinking of something that I could right in here, a pet peeve that has always annoyed me... but when I sat down to write it, it seemed so stupid to complain about. *sigh*

Anyway. I did think of something to put up here... I had to right a poem for creative writing class about losing something, so I wrote about my cat. I hadn't decided if I wanted to show people yet, so I guess I will just post it up here and let people read it if they want. Writing poems about dead pets makes this blog all very chessy and emo, which works well with the picture I put for my avi.

Fucking thing still makes me cry though.

~~Chester

He runs when he sees me
And I give chase
I always catch him
I am bigger than he is
I will lock him in my room
He doesn't like to play
It is hard to fit a squirming cat
In doll clothes
Even Harder
To keep him in the stroller

I grow out of it
Other things to do
He likes me more
When I don't torture him
Sleeping on my bed
Sitting in my lap
A scratch behind the ear
As I walk by
Rubbing legs tripping me
Underfoot gets stepped on
Stop it
Sits on my homework
Between me and my book
Go away

He is old
Bony and Slow
His fur is thin under my hand
He sleeps in the sun
On the couch
On the chair
Leaves food in the dish
He purrs at the vet
Arthritis keeps him on the floor now
He meows when I come home
Still wants to play
Gets tired quick
I buy him treats
Hold him that night
Back to the vet in the morning
He purrs again
Before he sleeps

Hello World

Moof.

And now that I have created this, I can think of nothing to write.

Well then. Don't I feel silly.

I guess that I shall rant and rave enough later to make up for the lack.