Hello, my name is Katie. May I walk you to your next blog?

'Tis Tuesdaaaay. Bloggin' dis fer two days now!

A few unimportant happenings occured today and there's no point in explaining them, but since I've got nothing better to do we'll break it down like this.

So it was the second to last period when I get my first Tweet of the day from John who is more of a Twitter Whore than Lisa Nova (in my opinion, though I'm not even following her). I set my text reminder to go off every two minutes, so do you think I'm going to sit there and let my cell phone burn its tiny vibrations to my bones? NO. So I check it, and this Hollister-loving, straightened-hair-so-many-times-it-may-just-fall-out sort of chick who sits at my "group" says, "Eheh... Whatchu doin' there, Katie?" And I, thinking she'll have no idea what I'm talking about, say, "Oh, ha ha, I had to check Twitter." Uh, yeah. Too bad she knew what that was (SALT).

Oh oh oh. And then later that day I was informed early of a John Green BlogTV show and went straight through, no waiting room involved! Of course, I'd never heard of his three main room rules (1. Never ask him to visit your state and I don't remember the rest), so what do I do? I ask him if he'll ever visit [insert name of state here]. Then I felt extra stupid which only John Green/someone else I admire could do.

The there was this epic discussion of all things books in which Paper Towns was the main focus and I always think of what could've happened compared to what did. So i just asked the simple question sounding something like, "Would Margo, given the chance, have committed suicide?" and this dumbass of a person types, "Uh, no. Margo isn't suicidal." Given how many times we are led to believe she was dead and the prior hints she made, I'd have to disagree. I'm not saying she would act out her thoughts and jump of a bridge, but her feelings of hopelessness were obvious. That isn't what really set me off, though; it was the fact that the person didn't stop there. He/she goes on to act oh so 'superior' as if I'd never read the book, which, come on now. Just shut up. Ugh. I hate people who act like me.

Formal is Friday. For those who don't know, formal is basically prom for us kids who are too young for all of that shtuff, so this is basically the staff's way of saying, "Good luck in the next grade and don't become a dropout with five kids at sixteen years old. Kthnxleave." I wasn't planning on a date, but my friend Garry who was kind of-sort of rejected-ish by his original date asked me, but then found out the the original date was... how you say, "Jaykay!" about the rejection and I told him to go with her because I couldn't give two horse craps about the whole thing. We all know I'll bump and grind on just about anybody in the first place.


Yeah. that was entirely pointless. You wrock.

P.S., Is it just me or do I leave something to be said? I never fully explain anything. Oh well.