Happy Samhain!

Or Halloween, or All hallows eve, or all saints day, or day of the dead, or (I could go on)...

Anyways, so I haven't been on lately because GUESS WHAT! I'll give you one word: Oink

I got the SWINE FLU! :D

Yaaaaaay isn't it lovely. No. It's not lovely. It very anti-lovely. In fact, I would rather I not have it considering I've been sick about a week straight and it's killing my planning time for Samhain. See, I'm having this party on the 30th, and then I go to another on halloween night. Cool, right? Yes, but only if I'm alive by then (or not a virulent walking grave factory, as the case may be.)

Things I have learned about Swine flu since last week:

1. It's not so bad, only -Fever, -Cramps that could cripple a rhinocerous, -Migrain from hell, -Coughs so bad your sure that was your lung you just hacked up, -and lastly, diharrea, -Nauseousness, -and wooziness. Oh, and Lack of appetite and total wiped-outed-ness.

2. It's fun to be part of a crazy world-epidemic, but only for the first couple hours, and only if it doesn't involve the risk of personal injury or death. But I, being accustomed to bad news, (I have scholiosis- my spine wants to kill me! :D) trudged forth with a big smile on my face and a cough in my lungs. "Are you part of the Swine flu club?" I happily asked the five other people that were going home sick in the past half hour (So far it's been 50 kids per day at my school, plus 200 absent. They were thinking about closing it, but hey, they figured since they had the other 80% of kids to infect, so they might as well stay open. Lovely.).

So I'm thinking once I get over it I'm going to make a T-shirt that says, "I survived the swine flu and all I got were these crappy anti-bodies!", but in the meantime I can sit on the side of the road with a sign boldly proclaiming, "Swine Flu Club- We're Recruiting!"

*Note- I don't actually have a sign like that, nor do I sit on the side of the road and heckle people, but hey, that would be cool.

You know what? I think my sense of humor has gratly improved on my blog since I got infected. ...Or am I being cocky?

Oh, we got a new parakeet last week. I named him Artemis, after one of the characters in my novels. He looks perpetually sad because of the way the feathers lay over his eyes, and the blue splotches on his cheeks look like teardrops. I picked him because I root for the sad looking animals :)

So, yes, I have an emo parakeet.

And he likes heavy metal. (No, really, it's the only time he sings.)

How cool is that?

Oink Oink :)

Guess what? (I'm alive!)

Hey guys. I'm on my old gaming computer as I type this, because my parents needed my laptop to scout out apartments while they go to Westpoint to work. Well, my dad is working, my mom's just looking for places to stay.

So yeah, I'm moving to Westpoint, New York, leaving my older brother behind here to take care of our house and finish up college. Kinda sucky because I'll like never ever see him, but then again I never really got to see him anyways with how busy he was. He says he wants to buy me a web cam so we can webchat, but I kind of wonder when he'll have the time. Oh well. There's always facebook I suppose. Oh, yeah- the picture up there is of Westpoint. It's rght near the Hudson river, which I guess is cool but then again it will be super cold in the winter. Plus I hate that harbor-ey smell. But maybe that's only with oceans...

Anyways, the move's kinda retarded because I'm like a fourth through my junior year here and I always thought I would graduate here. I've been in the same school district with the same people my whole life, and I always thought I would be there at my class's graduation and live out the perks of being a senior here, but no, the LAST year of my education (well, one and a half years) I get ripped away and have to start new at some other school.

On TOP of this, I made up with my (ex-ex)best friend only to lose her again AND my mom followed through with wrenching my lovely little baby Blackjack (my cat) away from me so I don't even have a pet to console me (besides fish and a REALLY grumpy parakeet, neither of which actually care nor have the brains enough to know you are sad). Plus, the school days here seem so pointless because I know I'm not going to finish any of my classes or see any of my friends again or get credit for my work here. So I'm pretty much drifting through the school halls these days, barely feeling emotion, or, if any, helplessness and despair.

UGH! Being sad for this long is so retarded! Crap!

So I'm supposed to be starting at this new high school called O'Neal or some hick-sounding name like that, which also happens to be in the middle of valley smushed between two mountains which means it: 1- floods a lot, because it's barely above water level, 2- has the shittiest cellphone reception ever because the cell towers are pretty much on the other side of the mountains, and 3- HOLY CRAP I'M GOING TO LIVE SOMEWHERE COMPLETELY DIFFERENT.

...Boooooooooo.

Well, I suppose my good friend the internet won't be going anywhere.

...I hope.

The one GOOD thing about moving there is Westpoint is only 50 miles away from New York city! So I can go watch the ball drop this year! :)