Murder in the Dark

Hey People!

Dont you love that game?

Murder in the Dark was my favourite game as a kid.

Although it sucked because, being all dark, I'm always crashing into things because I'm clutzy and the accident-prone kid (I'm also really paranoid but that's beside the point).

Yeah.

Well I went to my cousin's house not that long ago and she decided it would be fun to play murder in the dark with all her other 10-year-old friends who were there.

Anyway. It was the second round (I broke a box in the first round) and I was seeking and let me tell you, my cousin's house to gi-normous.

So there I was walking around, in the dark, trying to find my cousin and her little friends in a gi-normous house which I dont know anything about.

I managed to find Kayla (my cuz friend) who was in the pantry and then we went up to the third floor (told you their house was gigantic) and I saw this room where I could hear people talking and went inside.

And so was the most embarrassing moment of my life because I leapt inside and screamed 'Caught ya' to find my other cuz (who is 20) making out with his girlfriend.

After that I was really glad to be the one hiding, and boy did I hide well until the end of the night.

Beezlebub

Yet another boring, unachieving day. . .

Today school was such a drag. . .

Found out that I'm not lonered in science and maths anymore (yay!) and I was also happy when I found out that two of my friends were in my History class.

So yes, I wasn't really dreading History and then our teacher (lets just call her Mrs X) decided to put us into seating plans, seating plans were I ended up sitting next to someone I hate.

And on other news I got an message from one of my blog readers telling me that another blog (let's just call it blog X) had stollen some of my own posts to make as there own.

Sheesh.

And now I have to go and deal with a callus (sorry for the misspelling) that is on my foot and annoying the poo out of me.

--Be

Please, Dont Make Me Go Back There!!

Oh no! School! School's on this Monday, how could I have forgotten? Hang on, how could I remember? What if I'm lonered in my classes this semester? Did I choose Art? Did my friends choose art??

This was what was going through my mind this morning when I glanced at my calander.

Normally I dont have anything on my calander. I stuck in on my warbrobe and it's just blank except for a few things saying 'someone's birthday', and then I normally never look at it anyway.

But no, today I did.

And Today I had started a perfect morning thinking that there was no school next week or anything, maybe it was on Friday or something.

Oh yeah. But today while I was grabbing some clothes I couldn't help but glance down at my calander where someone had writen in large black marker

School Today

Thus my reason to exclaim NOOOOOOOOO

(I really hate my sister sometimes)

So a thousands questions began going through my brain and I later found myself having a three-way call with Belle (aka Beezlebub) and Kirsty asking them what they had chosen and freaking out Beezlebub who hadn't noticed it was on Monday either.

And who is to blame?

Well my sister had dissapeared so instead I took it out on my calander (I would have thrown things but I didn't want anything in my room to break)

I tore it to shreds and now it's laying in the garbage can.

Oh? And want another hannah-fact? I never clean out my garbage can. In fact, I never really use it (unless I have a cold) so that was why later today I found the torn-in-half calander in my garbage can with the words School on Monday writen on it.