naked legs and fro picks

Act1-
You know when you do those things that you know even beofre hand that if you do it, you're screwed? yeah yeah yeah, then why do we do it? i dunno, maybe its a bit like playing russian roulette... only with a 6 chamber gun and only one of the chambers unloaded... :D good chances huh... well, needless to say, i got my head blown off. I think that the root of the problem is truely midori being a pansy... hehe, jk! lets not go there or she will kick me again... and again... lol It was after tennis, and after midori getting kicked off of the courts by a coach whos name i have yet to learn, and after me staring quite happily at the small number of hot boys leaving the courts, that midori said, hey mandy, come home with me... and im like, oh man eeeeh hehehehe ok... so i called the parentals cells, and no one picked up, called home, and no one picked up, and then felt quite satisfied that it at least looked like i had attempted to contact someone. This said, midori and i climbed, giggling madly, into the back of matt's (tall one) truck... excellent way to spend the last few hours of freedom!
Act 2-
Had an excellent idea, as it had already occurred to us to stay low and avoid being spotted by anyone wearing a uniform or driving a police car... if i took my shoes and socks off, and slowly stuck up my leg, well, let me describe this to you from anothers point of view... (perspective: 17-30 year old male or female driving past the truck) ah, these people are driving so friggen slow! ill pass them... *they prepare to switch lanes* suddenly, abare foot peeks over the edge of the truckbed, followed by and excellently shaped calf, also quite bare, and half a foot of brown thigh... did i mention that my toenails are a loud pink? the reaction... WTF MATE!?!?! ok back to my out-take. i completed this move, quite aware of any impression that i was making, and was of course slapped by midori several times. But it was clean fun midori!!! its not like i was actually naked or anything!!! (er, it just occured to me that she might have been thinking of the three males in the cab of the truck... didnt think of that... erg) but, you know what, it was a well intended little joke! and she took her flipflops off to... to flip people off with her middle toe... "its rising!!!" lol one of her sandals almost escaped to become one with the road and the tires that rolled acrosst it, which for some odd reason, brought to mind a brittany spears song... Oops i did it again!!! blah blah blah blah blah!!! got lost in the game! oooh baby baby! but this was quickly negated by the midori party on account of that song being the crappiest song that one could possibly sing as we sped along in the open bed of a truck... (ah me, that was good... my mom just called and asked to talk to my dad... i told her that she couldnt because we were having a family crisis... "you cant mom, you see, dad dropped acid, and highjacked a bus full of cow-tongues so that he could take Zack to the hospitle as he had just got his arm caught in the toaster..." she started saying, what? what?!? in this really panicky kind of tone... oh that was priceless... lol :D ) anyways, we began to sing our beloved Killers songs... Save some face!!! You know you've only got one! Change your wa-ays, while your young! ah me, nothing like the breeze whipping over your face, the sun shining sweet golden light onto our faces, the clouds creating curiously appealing almost ocean sandlike patterns, high, high, high inthe light spring blue colored sky!!! can you catch a mood, the whole thing? i wish i could have that one...
Act 3-
A wave, grins, and a few heartfelt thankyous later, we walked into midoris lovely house, where i descimated her dwindling supply of geourgous, fattening, choclate muffins... *sigh* then im like, uh... wheres my cell phone...? the last time i had had it, it had been in my sweatshirt pocket... ah crap... so accompanied by my toasty warm poptart, we wandered over to matts... (we really need a codename for him!) he opened the door, and i promptly invited myself inside. then made myself comfortable at his counter, munched my poptart, and let poor midori make the small talk... and by the way midori, you did excellently! lol, upon finishing the poptart, i quite nicely, and in a very ladylike manner, demanded a tour. first stop, his room, and it was cool! there is enough stuff in there to keep me interested for a long time! we played with a gaint match, a ring, surveyed the sleep catchers, and conjectured upon their positions and how correct they were. *grins* yeah, yeah, maybe im just being retarded, but you all know me... *cat smile, complete with fangs* the whole tour pretty much ended there... then we went and sat on the couch... I... LIKE... BIG... BUTTS AND I CAN NOT LIE! AND OTHER BROTHERS CANT DENY! i think that i sang that song... believe me, its an irresistable song. dont remember talking about much, but we chatted... then i got a fropick stuck under my braids, thankyou matt. i need to take them out!!! *cries* my mum got a new style today, its her cutest yet... its really short, but definately chic... anyways... i made a lovely scratched drawing of an 'x' pon my thigh, and it must have had a touch me kinda vibe, because my couch partner did... interresant... we left eventually as it was time to fix din din for midoris father, and we cordially invited matt. he had to ask, and so we started back in high spirits... ugh, *creepy music* duh duh duh!!! (couldnt resist)
Act 4-
my mum pulled up... oh yeah, that was good... wait! i skipped a part! rewind! *zzzzzzzip!*
Act 3.5-
called JD up on matts cell phone, he was at golph... oh this is a priceless for kicks kinda thing... for those of you who dont know, and im sure many dont, i used to like him in elementary, starting in first grade... lol, yeah... so i called him up, and it went kinda like this "hi, JD?" "yeah?" "well, you have no clue who this is, but i used to like you in first grade..." "what...?" "so think of this as an annonymous confession kinda thing" *click* lol, i know, i know, i should have talked to him longer, and said more strange things, but i was tweaking out, trying not to crack up, and i was just spazzing out... lol!
Act 4- (take 2)
mum pulls up, and for the first time within my knowledge, midori allowed me free vocal and verbal expression of my feelings... these words consisted mostly of, 'holy $h!t im screwed! he11 and all that jazz...' i refrained from the 'f' word as i really dont like that one... then midori mentioned, as we laughed hysterically at our predicament, that it was a good thing that matt hadnt come with us, then my mum woulda had another reason to flip out. As i agreed heartily with her, i circumstancially happened to shoot a glance over my shoulder, and guess who is running down the street to catch up with us? none other than the man of the anti moment! (with love to matt) this of course, just cracked us up more, and as we retreated to the cool interior of midoris house, i broke a poptart into pieces, and against midoris wishes, forced them to eat it as i related the whole fiasco to being crucified and the Last Supper. *crosses self and mutters apologetic prayer* (not that im Catholic) and so, with much infamity and ill forboding, i left. The goodnews is, im only grounded till im 16!!! the bad news is, thats all but a week of the summer... the goodnews is, i dont think that she was serious!!! the bad news is, im not 100% posotive, and with parents, you never know. so, hippo darling, i will still try to make your party, even if i am reduced to grovelling on the ground and licking... shoes (this ommited bit of profanity is dedicated to midori) i will somehow make it to be amongst you and curse you with my presence... bakleva!!! and plus, you dont turn 16 everday now, do ya? lol, my dad has my back, ill make it. with all this said, dangit, you guys better write me long emails or long blogs on the dance!!! *sighs* gotta go to bed, soccer tryouts tomorow... im already over being nervous and have entered my resigned state... good? bad? i dunno, its all good tho... (got my cellphone back... it now says, hey sexy... lol ;D )

Ran Out of Super Cool Chemicals!!! (aka, delusions of a diabetic)

Act 1-
Schummacher during English... enough to smite the soul with boredom alone, but to add idiotic inflections where they dont belong, butcher words so clearly stamped upon each page of the classic selection of literature.... i blame him for my low blood sugar. i really didnt notice how low i was, as i was currently deeply engrossed in sleeping, until i wandered off to chemistry where we were partaking of a lab. as you know, chemistry is god to chesty, and he is the son incarnate whos every word must be followed, or met with wrath (aka: red face, loud voice, talking about getting hot...) i was eating biscuit crumbles, well, no, ill revise that... i was attempting to eat biscuit crumbles and actually coating the lab sink with a fine layer of them when my brain just completely hazed over... c'mon, we all know what low bloodsugar does right? not enough sugar to the brain, makes you do loopy stuff, you know... so i threw the stupic crumbs away, (after the last one had fallen to the soggy bread laden sink bottom) and giggled witlessly as midori aka: my lab partner, did her best to figure out what the heck was going on... prehaps i should take a moment for a monolouge? i think so...

Monolouge (mandy)

Chesty, ah, what makes you

a teacher so awful

its hard to bear

and all us sad children

stacked in the honors courses

stretching for that elusive 4.0

(that for me shall never become reality)

Ah Chesty!

so amiable outside

of you set ways, so strange...

sit once more on the table

and swing your legs

evoke from me, that feeling

an odd mixture of

sympathy; prehaps tenderness

to be swept away

as soon as you open your mouth

to lecture us

in a half baked way.

Chesty, why!!!

have you meant to do us

so cruel a stroke of callous service?

would it not have been

better but for you to retire, not next year

but now! this very year i walk the labs!

Ah Chesty

i sigh

(and fail)

for what more can I do?

I must say, this is by far the most civil way i have ever expressed my opinion (and half the schools opinion) about Chesty... now where was i? oh yes, should i do a monoluge about midori? nah, she would get mad is i started including any 'b' words affiliated with her... aka: bleach, boys, beds... :D Lets just say this, the last time i let midori handle the lab while i directed my attention elsewhere, she spilled our dish of steaming hydrochloric acid off of the hotplate where it simmered, onto the wire of our hotplate, tweaked out, pulled the snorkle down onto the hotplate (where it promptly began to melt) and stared witlessly at the havoc she had wrought in 25 short seconds... did i mention a second occasion where she broke not two, but three expensive little pot things... ah, what are they called... cruciables! yeah, those... well, needless to say, ( I LOVE YOU MIDORI!!!!) it wasnt good that i was low. Heres how it went...

Act 2-

after the crumbles, i got midori to tie my apron strings... for the sake of the next bit of action, let me describe them acuarately. These are a specimen of apron all on their own. No, these are not nice lab coats, nor smocks of a sort, they are very long, burnt orange, raggedy, stained, abused creations, thick of material, and tied about the neck and waist with grubby strings. Midori knew i was low, i had made this clear to her earlier, when i was still a sentient human being... however, she turned, presenting me to things, not normally related, but now combined to in a fashion that incited anger... i untied her previous bow and proceeded to knot the strings tightly to her back belt loop. *grins manically* she responded very well. shortly following after chasing me down, the squished me in a rather comic positon against the lab counter and knotted my own apron thing to my pants... now being excellently outfitted, grimy goggles included, we were quite ready and keen to have an adventure... or at least i was. Midori saw fit to drag me off to ask Chesty about taking me to the nurses' office when i began to babble aimlessly about what i can honestly not remember. Hence, she sent me off, for even a demi god cannot denie the need of a diabetic to take leave of his domain. A yard from the door, i stood, wavering in my unsureness... what the heck was i doing? midori, sensing my cluelessness, came at me... naturally, seeing a large hairy, goggly, apron bedecked figure charging at me, i assumed it was after my thoughts, so i ran. Bolting out of the door, we giggled like mad, and made our way across the grasses of our highschool, and having become comrade super heros of sorts, armed with only our silver antennas and super cool chemicals we handily stored in our outfits (both of which were invisible to the average passer-byer of course... dont wanna alarm the bad guys of our presence!) we traipsed into the office. here i must snidely remark that midori was not nearly as cool as i, for she was not wearing her dignified goggles...

Act 3-

it was remarkably cool and dark inside the foreign building that we had infiltrated, and after nodding in our secret code to a lady at the front desk, (she also corresponded with our large network of spies) we were admitted through a secret side door, and worked our way down a long hall. a room at the end of the hall was a preplanned destination of ours, and we sideled in, not making direct eye contact with the cameras that teemed throughout the building because everyone knows that the enemy can read the print of your cornia, identify you, and then easily brainwash you! (of course, we were gaurded against that untsuitable fate by our handy silver antenae!) residing within this heavily gaurded room, two large ladies chatted, (these of course being secret service gaurds who were not our allies) we made the pretense of being about normal buisness, not on a secret mission, for doing things undercover and in desguises is by far the best, cleanest, and most amusing way of handling situations like this. Midori attentively gaurded my back as i retrieved the high teck information (disguised as a pack of crackers with cheese). Prehaps not my brightest idea, (but definately one of reckomendable ingenuity) as we were currently under suspicion of the two heavy set gaurds, (both of which were female, but i suspect that under that white skin, they resided the cold metal hardware and circuits of a robot!) i decided to leave a mark, by which they might identify the assailants of their informaition and privacy. Leaning over a clipboard, left there for the purpose of true workers within the ranks of this grievious enemy, a sign in sheet. I bent over the paper and studied it carefully before writing, under the proper coumn, Mandy (message did not transmit last name) and for 'reason', Ran out of super cool chemicals! Under the heading 'action taken' i put, ate crackers... a sure and obvious note of what we had so cleverly stolen. However, judging by the quiver of my sidekicks silver antenae, this was not a good idea... or prehaps i got this clue from the way that she dragged me giggling unabashedly from the paper and forced me out into the hall whence she than proceeded to scribble out my reason... we than rushed out, laughing with glee... and wandered back into class to flub up the lab more, our sliver antenae waving happily...and i ate the top secret information crackers... and licked up all the cheese!!!