Wednesday, November 24, 2010

So yesterday,

Liz and I made the world a little better with our song, which can be viewed here:

and we walked around her block, ate in-and-out and got a whole new view on beetles....


Yeah, we're cute.

Friday, November 19, 2010

This is 9000% awesome.

Today was awful.

I'm not going to go into specifics, but I do have to go to The Boneyard tomorrow to get my slide unbent :|.
And thanks to some special band kids, I might have to pay for water damage for three books.
And thanks to four tests in one day, I think my brain is broken.
And thanks to my one friend that actually asked me how I was doing, I probably won't go too insane.

This is me right now:

but with more devastation.

Monday, November 15, 2010

Hey McBride,

Although Liz was a little soft with her request, I won't be.

If you don't post soon, you're in trouble.

Sunday, November 14, 2010

and now I regale you with a tale from my childhood.

...which is also a Christmas story!
well, a pre-Christmas story.....

A few weeks before Christmas (when I was around 6 or 7) we got our Christmas tree, a six-foot-something Douglas fir that was beautiful on one side, and a little homely on the other. So we did what we always do and just hid the ugly half in the corner, and began decorating. Now you see, I was not a particularly tall child, but I did have a zest for Christmas, which is why the bottom third of the tree was beautifully ordained with little nut crackers and glass ornaments, and the top looked a little dismal. So I, Chloe Keedy, patron saint of the Christmas trees, decided to do something about it, but we had run out of  suitable ornaments. Reasonably, I tried rearranging the ornaments to fit, but I knew I needed one more ornament to really pull it all together- and then I saw them on the table. Ten silver, shiny, keys on a keychain just begging to be hung up in the celebratory hunk of dead wood that was in all essence my brainchild. So I did.

A few hours later my mother needed her keys, and I, having finished adorning the dead hunk of wood and leaves in my living room and gone on to other tasks, had forgotten all about them. Which is how my mother, father, sister, and I spent a good hour searching for those keys.

Friday, November 12, 2010

Listenin' to the pixies and feeling... fine?

writing a few poems for English (no, not extras, I was absent, hahah). Also "Here comes your man" by the Pixies is making me love everything. Especially this cold weather! Finally, a real reason to break out the Amsterdam hat! Which, btw, is an instant disguise maker!
Where did Chloe go? Who is this attractive bearded man?!


Tuesday, November 9, 2010

I wish there was a "Venn Diagrams" class.

Meanwhile, back at the ranch....

Today Jordan (a lovely freshman in Journalism class!) was called "Chloe" (aka me) by some mutual aquantence because she reminds her of me. Mr. Rubel popped in and said (something along the lines of)

"No, Jordan would never walk into a class, say 'I'm better than all of you' and leave"

I lmao'd.

Monday, November 8, 2010

So I turned in my project today,

and although (as most of you know) I have a hard time admitting when someone's project (or whatever) is equal to/better than mine, especially when I'm REALLY proud of it... but dang! There were some nice ones!

In other news, only 2 more weeks of marching band! Then I get to ressurect my grades.

Friday, November 5, 2010

Why my epic project now needs surgery.

I was walking through the hall today when some very rude girl shoved (no, not like "whoops" but like BAM) into me and broke my project. Which I have spent over 15 hours working on. I cried a little. But it's fixable.

but still. D:

In other news:

Thursday, November 4, 2010

This post will probably not offend you unless you are a clam, a tomato, or my neglected homework.

Why doesn't anyone like clamato?
It's probably the best tomato-related drink ever. and clam juice?! Yum!!
I'll be your friend, clamato!
We'll take v8 down.

To any followers who I may have offended with my previous post,

my apologies. Upon re-reading said post (it's been deleted) I thought to myself

"Wow. what a scummy thing to say. What would your father think?!"
then I imagined my father saying
"CHLOE! HOW DARE YOU! That is not the way you talk to another human being! I'm dissapointed"
and cue me hating myself a little.

So once again, I apologize, and to anyone who may have read that post, it was in the heat of the moment, and I'm sure you'll understand what happens when people are (extremely) offended, and have easy access to the internet. Maybe I'll invest in a journal.

this is what my face looked like when I realized how offensive that was:

but more sad. and more blood tears.

What to do if you accidentally drip honey all over your keyboard

1. Flip keyboard over.
2. Continue eating whatever you were eating that dripped honey on your keyboard (if you were not eating honey, check behind you for bears. Or don't. You'll presumably die either way)
3. wet one corner of cloth with warm water
4. remove honey without ruining keyboard
5. dry with the rest of the cloth
6. check again for bears, as the honey may have attracted them.
7. if there is a bear, quickly write a will on something that is not likely to be destroyed by a bear attack.
8. give all your stuff to Chloe.

Monday, November 1, 2010

Dear Trick or treaters,

Please stop coming over to my block from east-jesus nowhere. REALLY.
and if you must, at least wear a coustume,
no, underwear doesn't count as a costume,
and if you're over 12, don't knock on my door.
Because I will go crazy one of these years, and do something drastic,
and it could happen to you.