I just saw a guy standing on the road, wearing a shirt that said, "HELP THE MENTALY RETARDED".
I could swear it said,
"HELP
MENTALY RETARDED"

And last, a quote:

"We can feed the homeless to the hungry."

For some reason, I try to visit my page, and "the page is not found". Go figure.

I'm walking down the asiles of a grocery store, and I can't help but notice this nice, little cake. It has a hole in the middle of it, and the hole is filled with a red (possibly cherry) filling. The outside has small strands of frosting on it. The cake is covered with a plastic thing cover-er. On this plastic covering device, there is a sticker in the shape of a circle, located in the middle of the cover-er. In large, handwritten letters, it reads:

"Sock it to ME!"

I couldn't help but laugh when I saw it. I can only imagine a man asking a cashier, "Excuse me, how much is the 'sock it to me' cake?"

And to conclude this post, I learned how to cross things out. It's lots of fun, like lots of iced tea.

You know that feeling you get when something has already happened before? I hate it when that happens.

You know that feeling you get when something has already happened before? I hate it when that happens.

Me thought today was Thursday.

Me had lots of homework due Friday.

Me panic.

Panic, Toma, panic.

Toma relize when half-through an assignment, that 'tis Wednesday.

Me tired. Fall down on desk and make loud thump.

Things are just getting weirder and weirder. First, I feel like I'm being watched, and then I notice this little round thing pointed at the computer.

With a red light.

And I keep getting the urge to say, "And if I don't see you today, good evening, good afternoon, and good night!".

For some reason, I feel like I'm being watched.

You know, I've come to a conclusion about Mother's Day.

Mother's Day is a holiday not just honoring mothers, but trying to keep them from commiting suicide.
I just recently read a card that said something like, "You are loved deeply every day!" Now, if you were listening to someone trying to convince their friend to continue living, something along the lines of, "You are loved every day" would pop up.

This proves that Mother's Day is a holiday to keep suicidal mothers to continue living.

Two pies were sitting in an oven. One pie said to the other, "Hey, is it just me, or is it hot in here?", and then the other one says (snortle, chuckle):

"Wow, a talking pie!"


HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!

Random Thought by Me:
You know, before September 11th, the United States was a country of idiots.

After that, it was a country of united idiots.

Many of our substitute teachers are very....interesting people.

And I'm hoping most of them are people.

Today, we had the holder of the title "Most Sarcastic P.E Teacher" from the Book of World Records, who never really said his name. We all sit down, and he begins to speak, in a dull, bored voice.

"You know, I've got many better things to do than come here," he says, pacing back and forth. Giggles are slowly emerging from girls sitting in front of me.
"I could be doing something productive, like washing my car, driving around," and says the next comment sarcastically, which is "shopping with my girlfriend," and rolls his eyes. He obviously doesn't like where his girlfriend shops. He continues.

",playing Playstation (this causes some "Whooo!"'s and "Yeah!"s from some of the students.)," he continues. I couldn't help but snicker at his last comment (playing Playstation). Now, don't get me wrong, Playstation's not bad, it's a great game console. Sure, Frogger and Crash Bandicoot are fun, but (dare I say?) they aren't the most productive things to do in the world.

"But," he says, staring at us all. There's anticipation floating in the air.

"...because I like kids so much, and I think you guys are cool," he says, and sadly, he's never really been a sub (a teacher, not a yellow underwater vehicle) for us.

I snicker.

"Let's go have some...."

He pauses.

"...fun," he says, rolling his eyes. The class rushes outside.

Big Bunny! Biiiig Bunny! A very special friend!

I've always wanted to see animation with large bunnies!

D00d, 7h1z b10g r0x0rz w17|-| 1337|\|3SS!

Whoo, I am bored.

Kevin, click here.

Whoopee. Yearbooks are out, causing massive panic around the....masses. Yeah. Well, there is mass comotion, and I'm just sitting here and typin' away. Whee-hee. And...I'm disturbed. I'll see if I can update my mood. I am feeling disturbed.

You all know it, so if you don't know what I am......





Take the What High School
Stereotype Are You? quiz.

One of the funniest quizzes (what's the plural of quiz, anyway?) i've ever took.

Practicing the dead parrot sketch with Drew, a teacher walks up to us.
"This is an EX-PARROT!" I say, and I get a "What the heck are you guys doing?" look from the teacher, and also says a "What the heck are you guys doing?" to go along with it. I feel sorry for her. I'd be confused, too, if someone yelled that something was an ex-parrot.

You know, I'm so scared, because a girl in my class comes up to me, and says, "I've changed."
Pause.
Blink, blink.
"What?"
"I have changed to be good," she says. "The world will be affected by me!"
This leads to snickering from others, and me.
"It's not funny. Hiko," (or another name like that) she says to Erin, "get me a screwdriver. Together, we will take over to create PEACE!"
Laughing begins.
"Now, more Mountian Dew™!" she yells, saying "™" at the end of the citrus-flavored carbonated drink's name.

I was recently in a pet shop, and there was this parrot looking at me. (It was not an ex-parrot, mind you.) "Raaaaaaaello," it says to me, slightly "waving" with it's feathers.
I started making parrot sounds.
"Raaugh!" I say.
Staring.
"Raaaaaaugh!" it yells back.
"Raugh?"
"Raaaaaaaaaaaguh!"
"Raaaaaaaaaaugh raugh ragarglegargleraaaaagh!"
Eventually, a guy who has never seen me before sees me. He was obviously confused, as I was yelling my head off at a parrot (and vice-versa).
I smiled, and said, "It talks. Hello?" I ask the parrot.
Pause.

As you all know, it's a universal parrot rule when a human says that you can talk, you must keep your beak shut. You may look a bit stupid, but the human will look dumber on his or her part.