Gym Class, Weather and Balls

Hi everyone!

Okay, 1.  What the heck happened to my warm weather?  I feel like just last week I was outside, frolicking in nothing but shorts in a T-Shirt, and now I'm all bundled up.

MY LAYER RECIPE:

1 tank top
1 long-sleeved shirt
2 sweaters
1 fleece
1 coat liner
1 puffy coat
2 gloves
1 hat (with a MOUSE on it!)
1 scarf

Mix well and place in an oven of sweat.  Serves one.

Seriously, where did the sun go?  And when will it com back?  I'll give you a hint, not tomorrow (smart-aleck), more like next year.

WHEW!  Glad I got that out of my system.  I'm honestly not this angry, I was just letting off steam. You guys should be calling me Dragon instead of Mousy!

Mousy, the deadly dragon.

Get it?  Dragon?  STEAM?  No?  Awkwaaard...

Anyways, today I had gym class and we were playing volleyball.  I sort of have this phobia of anything that has to do with balls... (and yes, including THAT kind of balls) ...because I had a very traumatic experience as a child.  Long story short, that was one of the many times I broke my nose.  Yes.  I am afraid of balls.

Plus, I suck at all sports.  If there was a level zero for volleyball, I would be in it.

So we were getting near the end of the game, and the score was tied 20-20.  The first team to 21 would win, and guess who was up next to serve?

ME!!!!!!!

I begged my gym teacher to let another student take my place:

Me:  PLEASE, Mr. Anderson!  Please oh please don't make me! I'm going to ruin the game for everyone else!  The other team only needs one more point to win, and and my team will hate me! PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE!!!!!

Mr. Anderson:  No.

So yeah, begging didn't really help.

I like write stories, so I'll explain what happened using storyboard format:

Ignoring my plea for some sort of mercy in his soul, Mr. Anderson refused to accommodate me.  I sighed, and took a deep breath.  I held the ball in steadily in my left hand, drawing back my right fist.  I made an impact, my hand bumping the ball up into the air and...

SMACKED THE FLOOR ON THE OTHER SIDE OF THE NET!  BOOYAH!!!!!!

I had pretty much just won the game for my team.  It was a great feeling.  I'd never really won much before, and I knew the other team was secretly laughing at how bad I was.

WELL I PROVED THOSE SUCKERS WRONG!

I guess dreams do come true.

Looks like I'm done here.  I'll see you all soon :)

-Mousy

Oh Nothing, Just...

It's really late at night.  Or just really early, depending on how you look at it.  I don't even know.  One thing I do know, however, is that around this time I start to get kind of... crazy.  And by kind of I mean, you know, completely.  I sat in my bed for hours until I finally caved and took out my computer.  Yes, I am indeed weak.

Anyways, I was trolling on the internet when I came across these guys on youtube, Scotch Tape Productions.  I watched some of their videos, and I liked them.  There was one in particular I found to be quite creative.  It was called, Oh Nothing, Just... (click to see it).  It is pretty much different versions of the general response to, "What's up?" but the answer isn't actually nothing.  The person is normally doing something.  I found it funny how real that was.  So funny, in fact, that I decided to come up with some of my own:

1.    Oh nothing, just teaching a monkey how to dance.

2.    Oh nothing, just skydiving off the Empire State Building.

3.    Oh nothing, just getting married to Channing Tatum.

4.    Oh nothing, just contemplating my fundamental worth as a human being.

5.    Oh nothing, just deciding whether I should go to Harvard or Brown.

6.    Oh nothing, just changing a dirty diaper.  (That belongs to me)

7.    Oh nothing, just writing a best-selling novel.

8.    Oh nothing, just setting off a stink bomb in the middle of a school assembly.

9.    Oh nothing, just committing murder.

10.  Oh nothing, just watching a cat give birth.

11.  Oh nothing, just enjoying the suffering of others.

12.  Oh nothing, just attending the funeral of my social life.

Not bad, not bad at all.

In other news, this is like my second blog post in one day.  It's official:  I'm obsessed.  Or maybe I'm just really lonely and have resorted to talking to a computer.

Forever alone :'(









Well, I should probably get to sleep.  I have a big day of doing absolutely nothing tomorrow... all by myself... with no one but the sheer internet to keep me company.

*sniffles*

Well then!  I'm just gonna go ahead and wrap up this post.  Do you have an "Oh nothing, just..."? Write it in the comments!

Have a great night... or morning.  Like I said, it's all about perspective.

See ya :)

-Mousy

Test Tubes and TGIF

Hello young padawans!

1.  TGIF!  It has been a CRAZY day for me.  I should probably start with science lab.  Today we had to mix chemicals in test tubes.  I always get so freaked out whenever we have to do these types of experiments.  I can literally imagine my gruesome death on the front page of the newspaper;  Teenage Girl Burns to Death from Science Experiment.  Truth be told, I am a huge klutz.  Today was an example of my clumsiness.  The kid I sat next to was my partner in this particular experiment, and he's a huge jerk.  He made me do all the work, and kept shouting on my to pour faster.  So I may have... accidentally... dumped the test tube of water on him.  It looked like he peed his pants.  I seriously had to bite my tongue to keep from laughing.  It was an accident!  He didn't take it that way, though.  He literally stood up in the middle of the classroom cursing the day I was born.  Well EXCUSE me for being human.  Heavens forbid!

2.  The hallways are like a jungle.  There are the lions, (a.k.a, the populars) who rule the forest and those who inhabit it.  There are the cheetahs, (a.k.a, the jocks) quick and athletic, leaving those behind them in dust.  There are the owls, (a.k.a, the know-it-alls) wise, and better than you.  And then there are the mice, (a.k.a, me) who don't survive.  I stepped out of my classroom on my way to my 3rd Period class, and the first thing I saw was a sea of people, making no way for me to get through.  I wish I was like Moses, who could part the red sea with a simple stick.  Unfortunately, all I had was a chewed up #2 pencil and a notebook full of broken dreams.  Whoa, I just got really corny.  Please pass the cheese.

3.  I love my friends!  I know what you're thinking:  She has friends!?  Well, to answer your question, yes.  Yes I do.  No one was more shocked than me, believe me.  Yes, I am a social outcast, and I don't have that many friends, but the ones I do have are the best ever.  So quirky and funny and amazing!  Of course, I doubt my friendship choices every now and then.  Like today.  I was sitting at lunch, eating in piece when my friend came out of the blue and smacked me in the face with a sandwich.  A SANDWICH!  I'm seriously never letting that go.  I still have mayo on my face.  Yum.

4.  Earlier today I was fangirling over this picture:

*Sighs* Oh, Channing Tatum.  You and your eyebrows.

Not much else happened today.  I promise next time I'll have more interesting things to talk about.  This is my first official blog post, (unless you count my fail of an introduction) so I'm still getting the hang of things.  Anyways, if you want to get notified every time a new post comes out, subscribe to my blog!  I'll be trying to get out more posts at least once a week.

See you guys soon!

-Mousy

Introducing... Me!

Hi everyone!

Welcome to my blog!  You can call me Mousy.  I have a lot of explaining to do, so I guess I'll start with my name.

As you've probably guessed, Mousy is not my real name.  I chose it because:

1.  I love mice!  They're so cute and tiny when they're not off biting people and giving them deadly
diseases.

2.  If I could describe myself as an animal, I would pick a mouse.  One reason is because I'm a bit timid.  I feel like a mouse at school, watching people walk all over me like I'm not even there.  I feel so tiny and insignificant, so a mouse would be perfect to describe me.

3.  I like the idea of being anonymous.  It's so mysterious!  Besides, going by Mousy is even better.  Like a nickname.

Some of my traits:

-Shy (Obviously)

-Nerdy

-Socially Awkward

-Upbeat

-Problem Solver

-Weird

-Friendly

-Obsessive

-Fearful

-Somewhat Annoying  (So I've been told)

-Did I mention Awkward?

Now that we've got that out of the way, I can finally tell you the purpose of this blog.

Sometimes I feel like no one's listening.  Like I have a voice that needs to be heard.  I want to be able to be myself without worrying about the expectations of society and what people will think of me.  So... expect a lot of randomness, updates on my life, and more randomness.  I'll also do book and movie reviews, recent news, beauty, fashion and all that fun stuff.  I'm just an awkward turtle with a passion for writing.  (Like I said, expect randomness!)

I don't have much more to say.  I'll hopefully be able to write at least once a week, but life is busy.  And oh, before I forget.  In case any of you were wondering, I am a girl.  (You've gotten this far and haven't figured it out?  I mean, dude.  This blog is mostly pink.)

Well then.  That was a fail of an introduction.

Nevertheless, I had two hours of sleep and this was the best I could come up with under the circumstances.

Hmm.  I should probably get going now.

Okay, well, thank you for reading and I hope you have an amazing day! :)

-Mousy

P.S.  I promise I'll get better at writing these things.  Swearsies!