Sorry for no updates lately. I could say that Blogger's been really mean to me lately (the software, not the company), and I could blame it all on that. But, that'd be what we call lying. Lying is bad, kids. You shouldn't do it, because no one else lies. Am I right? Of course I am. Anyway, here we go to the post.

So, here I am at school, in science, and our teacher has this announcement he has to read to us. If I had to restate it simply, it'd be something like:

"There are a lot of different people in our school. Like different races and stuff. And some of the people here are being mean to people because they look different. And sometimes they hurt them physically, and sometimes they hurt them. Not physically. But with words.
It hurts.
So, don't do that. We are nice people. You don't want to be a mean person. Mean is not cool. It's not. So don't be a mean person."

Yes, I think that ought to be very simplistic. So anyway, after this announcement, one kid raises their hand. The teacher, who is ready to allow us to scrape the insides of frogs with sharp, pointy needles, rolls his eyes and calls on them.
"Yes, Reba." (which just so happens to be a fake name, as I forgot who started the conversation.)
Reba responds.
"Ummm...well, there are theese two girls, and they're really mean."
The teacher's intrest is sparked.
"Really?" Reba continues.
"Yeaaaaaaaah. So, um...these eight grade girls are like, ummm...holding hands in the hall..."
The teacher's intrest becomes a vauge (but very obvious) trace of confusion, and maybe a mix of disqust, as he's thinking what everyone else is thinking.
"No!" she yells out. "Not like that!"
The whole classes' confusion becomes a feeling of being relived, as everyone says, "I thought she meant like..." and "OMIGOD! I SOOOOOOOOO thought she was talking about them being...." with a few "Shhhhhhhhh"s. A big ol' "shhhhhhhh" comes from the teacher. "Continue, Reba," he says. She does so.
"So they hold hands and approach you," she says. I nod in agreement, knowing what they do next.
"and come closer...and closer...and closer...." She pauses, and shudders, as if she's in one of those A.A meetings, and she's going to put her hands to her face, saying, "I can't do it." as they sob into their hands. She doesn't.
"...and then they walk right into you!"
I knew it was coming, along with half of the class, who has just started nodding their heads in agreement.
I also grin at the horrifying story of hope, love, and courage.
The teacher, still intrested as the class chatters, asks a question.
"These are girls?" The class all says in a very unison-like tone, but not close enough to be in unision, "Yeah." The teacher, bewildered, says, "And not boys?"
We wonder he's getting at. "Yeah."
He pulls out a pen. "What's they're names?"
BAM!!! The whole class lets out a hurricane of names, "Asheley Brody!" to "Pierre Godspeke!", and the teacher "shhhhhhhhh"s them all off.
Suddenly, the topic changes. Laura, a girl sitting next to me, raises her hand, and is called on.
"There's also these one girls...they're in eigth grade, too...."
Click. He gets his pen ready.
"...and they're names are...um...you know..."
It seems as if no one does, but a cry for help is heard and answered by another.
"Freaky Kiki and her friend!"
"Yeah!" she responds. Everyone but me wonders how in the heck they pulled that out of their hat. The teacher also has a few words.
"I don't think the office will accept those names," he says.
Nod of agreement.
The topic changes in a matter of milliseconds to how strange this Kiki is.
"Oh, yeah! She came up to me in the hall and started screeching at me!"
"Me too! And then she said something about how she'll send her pack of bats after me!"
"And then she said that she had a big pie for me!"
I know who they're talking about. It all somewhat fits, except that part about the big pie. I grin, and chuckle slightly.
"And one time," says another girl, "in the stall next to me, she was making barking sounds!"
THUMP. That about does it for me, laughing like an idiot.
I hurt my head, and don't remember a thing of what happened next after that. I kind of don't care, because I know it wasn't all too interesting.

<< Highlight the whole e-mail. Copy and paste into new
e-mail, then change all the answers so they apply to
you. Then send this to a whole bunch of people you
know INCLUDING the person that sent it to you. The
theory is that you will learn a lot of little known
facts about your friends. Remember to send yours back
to the person who sent it to you. You never know what
you'll learn. BE HONEST and have some fun today!

NOTE FROM TOMA: Okay, I gotta admit, I hate these little chain letter
majiggies, but I'm bored. Utterly bored. Completely and totally insanely
bored. You get the idea. Right?


1. What time is it: 8:24 PM
2. Name as it appears on your birth certificate: Thomas "Ihatemymiddlename"
M@(#&@! (no, this does not mean my last name is a curse word.)
3. Nickname (s): Toma, Tomamama, and my supersecret identity, which I can't
tell you. Or I'd have to kill you. Really.
4. Name of Parents: Of whom? How about I just put up names of parents.
Hmmm...there's gotta be a Rich and Sheila couple in this world. Yeah.
Sounds good.
5. Number of candles that appeared on your last
birthday cake: Two big candles with numbers on them. You know, the big
number 1's? And such? Yeah.

6. Date that you regularly blow them out: Do WHAT?! To WHO?! Oh, yeah,
candles? Ohhhh. September 29th.
7. Pets (if any): There's this big, blue little stuffed animal sitting on
the top of my moniter right now. He's starin' at me. It's really scaring
me. Umm, nevermind that, none.
8. Eye color: Blueish-greenish-eyeish.
9. Hair color: This
brownish-blondish-somewhat-reddish-in-the-summer-ish-color.
10. Piercings: No, I really don't enjoy sticking needles into random body
parts.

11. Tattoos: I have a bunch of those cool temporary ones from Halloween. I
like those.
12. How much do you love your job: Hmm...my job...which is to...um...job.
Yeaah. I love my job.
13. Favorite Color: Blue over red.

14. Home town: Blankedyblank.

15. Current Residence: A house.

16. Favorite food: Steak

17. Been to Africa: Good way to describe our school.

18. Been toilet papering: What is this supposed to mean? This really
doesn't click into my brain properly. You mean like I'm potty trained? If
I use toilet paper or not? Papering what?

19. Loved somebody so much it made you cry: No, but I've hated someone so
much it's made my sick.

20. Been in a car accident: If I had a car, it'd be an accident.

21. Favorite piece of furniture: Egg chairs. Cool things, egg chairs.

22. Sprite or 7UP: Squirt.
23. Favorite Movie: Currently Rat Race.

24. Favorite Holiday: I'd have to say Christmas. Second would be my
unbirthday.
25. Favorite day of the week: Thurdsay and Saturday. Wait, you said day?
As in "not plural"? Ah. Tough.

26. Favorite word or phrase: "spoony". Second would be "iggish".
27. Favorite Toothpaste: Preperation H. My grandmother gave me some last
year. Wait, it's not toothpaste? Holy-

28. Favorite Restaurant: Anywhere that has food that is edible.

<< 29. Favorite Flowers: I like pretty flowers. Pretty pink flowers. I
like pink. Pinkpink-errr, how akward.
30. Favorite Drink: Vanilla Coke.

31. Favorite sport to watch: Insult competitions. No, really, just stop to
watch and argument, and "Your momma." "No, your momma." "No, YOUR momma."
"No, YOUR momma."

<< 32. Favorite type of ice-cream: Ben & Jerry's Chubby Hubby
33. Favorite Sesame Street Character: Elmo. Gotta love that Elmo.
34. Disney or Warner Bros: Warner Bros, the production company, in general.
Disney movies are far too predictable. I already know the end of "Treasure
Planet" even though I don't know what the heck it's about.

35. Favorite Fast Food Restaurant: Wendy's.
36. When was your last hospital visit: A few weeks ago. An accident
involving a large safe, my hand, and a noise that startled me. You do the
math.

37. What color is your bedroom carpet: It's supposed to be white, but....

38. How many times did you fail your drivers test: Far too many. So many
times that it seems like I've never took it. Oh, wait, I HAVEN'T!

39. Who is the last person you got email from before this: Kristin. I've
never gotten a "send this to # friends and you will be lucky" letter from
her in a long time. That's good.
40. Do you have a criminal record: Yes. "Al Capone Sings."

41. Which single store would you choose to max out your credit cards: Best
Buy. I'm a geek.

42. What do you do most often when you are bored: Answer these kind of
quizes.
43. Name the person that you are friends with that lives the farthest away:
Um...this one preschool friend. I forget their name, but they moved to
China.

44. Most annoying thing people ask me: "C'mon, shut up about your "l33t
skillz"!"
45. Who will send this back the quickest: Kristin, as she's already sent it
to me, so, in a matter of speaking, she's already responded. Huh. Time
stuff.

46. Who is the person you sent this to that is least likely to
respond: Kristin said "Thomas". Well, HARDY HAR HAR Kristin! I'M
RESPONDING! HAH! Ehem. Now my view. Kristin, as she's already responded,
so she shouldn't respond again, unless, of course, she's trying to prove me
wrong.

47. Favorite all time TV show: Home Movies. Sunday Nights at 10 eastern on
Cartoon Network. Watch it.

48. Last person you went out to dinner with: My family.
49. Last Movie you saw: Ocean's Eleven on DVD
50. What time did you finish this? 8:47 PM. Like I said, bored.