Boys

Boys. I'd rather have a nice good book then a boy, and currently I have no interest in becoming tied down to someone, I'd rather be foot loose and fancy free. So when I was asked to homecoming by a school mate, I said "No." Unfortunately for me, he didn't seem to understand my rejection because he told several of my friends we were dating. Mind you, this is the same wanker who told everyone on his bus last year that he fingered me in Health class (such a lie). And this is the reason in which I find boys to be infuriating. I think I am gonna stick to my crushes on Marlon Brando and Fred Weasley. At least they don't go around spreading slanderous lies about me...

Homecoming

Yes I realize that I am up at 11 p.m. on a school night but I really don't care. I slept like a baljion hours, okay more like 14, last night. And now I cannot sleep. So I am blogging. My dear, giant of a friend, Mary, was asked to homecoming on the third day of school by her current boyfriend, Chris Brown, who I affectionally call, The Rapper. Upon this event another friend, this one a twiggy midget, just kidding, took upon herself to recruit me and my friend Lin, who is a tom-boy to the extreme into going to homecoming. After several valid points she convinced us. And Lin and I underwent the task of finding dresses. Which brings me to my mini-tangent: did you know that if you order over 3oo dollars of clothing at Hot Topic they will e-mail your parents to confirm they know of the order before they ship it? Yes, it's true I learned this yesterday. And yes my mother did know about the order, thank you for the vote of confidence. Anyways back to my main topic. My mother, who was in the fashion business for about twenty years before she had me and quit her job to become a full time mom, took measurements and we learned something. I have a pear shaped body. This is terrible news! This means I have huggge hips! What am I gonna do with these huge hips? I mean sure, child birth, Woo-hoo. But I am 15, that is the LAST thing on my mind. I'm sure when I am 29 and ready to have an eight pound larve rip it's way out of my lower abdomen sure I'll appreciate them, but until then...will I ever be able to wear a pair of skinny purple jeans and look good?! 

Will Alex get the pants she wants? 

Will Alex ever be able to break into Jesse's Locker? 

Why does Alex feel the urge to give everything names? 

Find out these answers and more in the....future! 

Brown Bagging It-Alex's Story

Day One: 

After be horrified to find that my bags all smelt like the Ocean. After smelling them all in a very suspicious manner causing many strangers, I settled on one that was crunchy and hard and was relieved to find it full of croutons. I love croutons by the way. So I happily ate the entire bag and made a song about how much I love croutons. 

Day Two: 

Once more in an attempt to find the best bag in the group, I smelt the bags and found the least greasy one. Upon cutting the tape on the bag I found it full of what looked like the white underside of an orange peel. Gingerly I picked up the disgusting particles and attempted to eat them. It was like eating a potato past it's prime. It was disgusting and nasty and I hate it. Mary later told me it is was Squid Jerky. 

Day Three: 

Dried Shrimp. Oh My God. I hate Sea food to the extreme, and shrimp are the worst! Upon opening my bag to find it full of little dried shrimp complete with little feet the only thing that could pass through my mind was "Oh My God, Mary is feeding me turtle food". Actually really, the dried shrimp looked exactly like the food we feed my Bio Class pet turtle, Mountain Dew.  I'll post pictures later to prove it. So in an act in horror I collected a handful shoved into my mouth and swallowed it after two quick chews. Then I stole a bottle of water from one of my friends and gave a few swishes to get rid of the little legs getting stuck in my gums. 

Day Four: 

Wasabi Peas. I am not a fan of the Peas. I am not a fan of Wasabi. I can't do Wasabi to the extreme due to my stomach issues. My mother and father love Wasabi Peas. So I shared half with my mother while I choked down the other half. Actually I once had a friend named Kate Warren who say the Wasabi pea can in our kitchen and said, "Washable Peas" out loud to read the label. We all made fun of her for a week. 

Day Five: 

I found four tiny round toffee looking things in the bag. The were chocolate. I hate chocolate, but these were really good, except for the little hazelnut in the middle. But they were really good, something I would definitely eat them again. I think I am gonna buy some more. 

Brown Bagging It-Alex

This is Alex

Some People Call me the Space Cowboy

Some Call me the Gangster of Love

Some People call My Maurice 

But my name is really Alex and I am Sophomore and I can scream really loud.