Just an Average Lunch Day...

So the average day at school, as most of you know, is quite boring (no offense teachers). Our favorite time of day (for most of us at least) is lunch. We get to sit, eat, talk with our friends, it's great. While most people have normal conversations about normal stuff, like latest gossip, boys, after school activities, ect. My friends and I, we have really odd conversations about things like sex, how we're married to one another, body modifications, piercings, ect. Also, most people sit at the tables. We personally prefer the stairs. We, to say the least, are not normal.

An average lunch for me includes Courtney sitting over there like:

And I'll be over on the other side of her like:

We'll be having one of our "normal" lunch conversations, when suddenly, a wild Terran appears!

*accurate*

Terran will then sit down in front of me and stick his entire hand in my shoe and proceed to boot rape me, as I so eloquently put it.

*I realize his eyes are blue, not green, sorry*

This has become normal for me. We have also come to the obvious conclusion that I am Terran's misstress and Courtney is obviously our daughter. My name is Sharquisha, Terran will be henceforth known only as Shaniqua, and our beautiful baby girl is Athenashaqueque.

This makes perfect sense right? 

So the other day (yesterday actually) the bell rang for fourth period. I stood up on the steps and tried to grab my stuff, but alas, I was kidnapped by a wild Shaniqua. He grabbed me and hoisted me onto his back and proceeded to run across the lunch room after everyone evacuated.

*again, I got his eyes wrong, sorry*

It was finally after me kicking his knees and Courtney over on the other side of the room like:

Was I released from his hold and sent free to go to class. This, my dear readers, is an accurate representation of my normal day at lunch.

It's Like Croatoan...

I have an obsession. For the past two or three days, I've been drawing anime things. Mostly couples, but a few single people... I have no idea why this happened... Actually I do, but you don't need to know that. Anyway, I've been drawing them everywhere! Well, almost everywhere. I've even been avoiding paying attention in class by drawing them. I almost missed part of my biology notes because I was so busy drawing a couple hugging! I even finished early in art just so I could draw them. I haven't been doing my homework either because I'm too busy drawing anime!

Aww they're kissing! Kawaii!

Yes. Yes that does say 'Sexy Strippin' Shemales'

Oh hey it's Amanda!

In my sketchbook. (Some of them aren't quite finished...)

On my Spanish Project...

That definitely isn't me hugging a guy...

Science just got a little more interesting!

He just look so shocked to be kissed by a girl!

Not even geography is safe!

I even have a bunch on my wall at home. My entire wall is covered, there's no space left! I can barely even remember what color my wall is, and I wouldn't if it weren't for the small spaces between drawings and pictures. I'm even going to start hanging my art on another wall because I've run out of space on my original art wall. I really have no idea how any of this happened. It's like, one day I'm just sitting in my room, and the next: Bam! I have a bunch of anime everywhere I look! I'm honestly a bit frightened... It's like a virus! It's spreading so fast! I am a diseased person! What have you done to me anime? Why! I can only hope that it leaves me alone soon... I don't want to be sick anymore, as much as I love art, this has to stop soon.

Sundays Are Odd

Picture this: It's a nice day, kind of cloudy, a bit of a breeze, but it's nice. You're sitting on a bench with your boyfriend (or girlfriend, whichever you prefer), looking at the trees which have just started to change into a beautiful yellow. It's nice right? Now picture this perfect scene... In a graveyard. Yup. And that, ladies and gentlemen, is how I spent my Sunday afternoon. That is also how I spend most of my weekends. I go sit in the cemetery and ponder life or sleep or make out with my boyfriend (not really, we just cuddle).

It may seem weird or creepy, but I love the cemetery. Is that weird? I don't know. Some of my friends say it's weird and creepy, but others say it's normal. I really have no idea. I guess, as the saying goes, whatever floats your boat! I really don't know how to make this post humorous...

Aha! I know! So as I was sitting on the cemetery bench with my boyfriend, it suddenly got colder. And colder. And colder. Then, the dark clouds came rolling in and it thundered (not really I just like being dramatic). At first, it was a small little drizzle, then, it got a little harder. And finally, it was dumping buckets. My boyfriend and I continued to sit there in the pouring rain until we were completely soaked through. My boyfriend stood up, picked me up, and walked out of the cemetery, me still in his arms. Now me, I'm just sitting here in his ams like, "How am I not killing his arms?" 'Cuz I'm not the lightest of people (not heaviest either though). We get to the gates and he puts me down.

Then, we walk to the bus stop. We had to wait for about ten minutes, and by now I can't feel my hands and I had to take off my glasses 'cuz I couldn't see anything with the rain obscuring the lenses. So finally the bus arrives five minutes late as usual. We get on and go to our usual spot in the back. By now, I can't even move my fingers. So I'm sitting here shivering, not able to feel my fingers while my boyfriend is just sitting there without a care in the world looking like it's the middle of summer for him. I'm just looking at him like "How???"

We finally arrive home and I put on a new sweater and make hot chocolate and I'm finally warm. The End.

So that was how I spent my Sunday. Quite... Eventful?