Marvelously Dull Life

After posting my Chicken Soup post my mother reminded me that today is Harry Potter's birthday! Harry Potter is turning 38! Happy Birthday Harry! Hagrid may have sat on it at some point but remember that great cake? What about the best birthday present Harry ever got? A true companion, Hedwig. No witch or wizard could have asked for a finer owl. So may the Boy Who Lived have a great birthday! (Even though he is imaginary.) Goodnight again! (Knox)

I am currently eating chicken soup with a stack of Chicken Soup for the Teenage Soul on my desk. I have the first, second, third, and one on the 'Tough Stuff' which I got from my Aunt April. Now I am wishing my name was Bucky so when people called me over or something I could say If there was 'Chicken Soup for the Super Soldiers Soul' so that Steve and Bucky could read something together. That is of course only if (Angry at Infinity War Stuff). Oh the good old days of yor when everyone was alive. It's been two months so I hope i'm not ruining anything. SPOILERS AHEAD for INFINITY WAR! If I am supposed to feel bad for that square headed mutation of a grape then the Russo brothers can stick my not-sorry stick where the sun doesn't shine! Thanos can suck a lime! He murdered the characters I love and refuse to forgive him ever! You show your daughter you love her by giving her a hug or maybe emotional support, not by yeeting her off a cliff so you can add a

I have spent all day trying to work through my summer school packets and am almost done with one. I have three days to do four so today I am going into super focus mode. Hopefully I will be able to do this. Now I should probably explain the title of this post. My mom's friend's daughter (let's call her Marie) gave me some leaf shaped bath bombs that her step-sister gave her that she didn't want. So I pulled in a score of six leaf shaped, beige bath bombs. The three that are on the more orange side smell like musty baby powder so maybe I won't keep them after all. The beige ones smell like old lady perfume punched me in the nose so actually i'm not going to keep either of them. Not score. I was super excited though, I've been wanting to try out a bath bomb since I discovered they existed. I mean look at them! If that doesn't make you want to go out and buy five I don't know what will. But I don't want to smell like musty baby powder o

So far I have been writing my blog like I am writing to air. I checked the Audience stats on my blog and apparently I am not writing to air. I finally turned off the thing that counts me as a viewer on my blog but apparently I have 81  page views. 81. I know i'm not a celebrity but the idea of other people reading a blog I wrote is... weird? Exciting? It is certainly something. Because I am evidently not writing to air. Although writing to air seems to be a good writing style. 81, wow, I can't get over this. Am I allowed to have diva moments now? This is totally me being a fierce diva (actually it's Eva Marie but we'll keep it between us). Me/Beyonce accepting all of the internet awards. Also, not all of my page views are from the United States (alright it's two other countries, but still!) Does this count as being international. My word, three minutes of not-actually-fame and it's gone to my head. This has to be evidence of how quickly my mood can cha

What could be worse than school? A number of things really. However, one that is currently on my mind is summer school. Why oh why. I know why, but whoever invented it was both smart and cruel. Yes I get to earn back credits I missed but I went from school to less than a month of vacation before I went to summer school and three days after summer school, my senior year will begin. After that? College. My life is an extremely stressful hellhole (oppressive or unbearable place) and i'm so stressed all the time. I have been getting headaches and stomach aches and any ache my body can find to torment me with. Maybe my period is making it worse with hormones but I am stressed and nervous as a long tailed cat in a room of rocking chairs. I have until Friday to finish four packets. So a packet a day basically. If I don't finish them by Friday I won't get any credits and will have to take two English classes when school starts. A Junior English and a Senior English. I'm n

Food can be a very controversial and personal thing. You might not think of food as an extremely personal think like politics, but boy will people get ticked off if you insult a food they like. I once took a Culinary Arts class. Now you already have a room of people passionate about food but I remember one day that had a particularly intense argument that involved yelling, interrupting and was basically like an awkward family dinner where your liberal relative and conservative relative get in a fight and you want to escape the planet or at least join a circus to get away. It's even worse if they try to drag you in. It was like that but with food. Mainly, should you dip your French Fries in ranch? I for one, ship the heck out of fries and ranch. Ranch can go on almost anything in my opinion. But people get intense about their food. Some foods are very controversial like with fruitcake, you either love it or hate it, another food like that is the infamous black licorice. Some food

I finally went downstairs to eat dinner. Now, grocery shopping needs to be done but my mom doesn't like doing it and neither does her friend who we live with. I am old enough to drive but don't have a license or a permit. The friends daughter is to young to drive and the only other person is my cat Tizzy. Enough said. So if the adults don't want to shop, shopping isn't done. Not to say the fridge and cupboards were bare but I didn't want to cook and I wasn't in the mood for any of the easy stuff we had like Green Beans, Spinach, Double Noodle Chicken Soup, Special K cereal, or Oatmeal. I considered making a PB&J on my mom's friends bread but it's whole grain and has stuff on the crust. I hate bread with stuff on the crust. Also, it wasn't my bread but mainly the crust thing. I looked in the fridge. I looked in the cupboards. I looked in the freezer, and then in the fridge again. Basically that thing you do where you wander around the kitchen

I know I said Goodnight and all that Jazz but I like Blogging. Also look at these funny stock photos! What on Earth is this woman doing? That fish is already dead from lack of water, why are you smiling? Why are you threatening a dead fish? I have so many questions. Like what is this even for? Who said "Yeah we need a picture of woman in a suit pointing a gun at a goldfish but she is happy about it." Also, can you imagine being a model and your agent tells you will be modelling a stock photo and you show up for this? I want to meet this woman on the street and ask her what was going on. This makes a bit more sense than the last one. I'm not a big potato fan either, but I do like french fries and potato chips. I like how chill and slightly inquisitive her expression is as she is stopping the potato. Stopping it from what? World Domination? We may never know. First of all, that is unnecessary. You do not need to shoot that rat. There are mouse traps, rat poison,