This is Strange.

Life is funny in an odd way.

Today, we were sitting in English, reading our sentences for Mrs. Monroe. I was completely zoned out and thinking about something else when I heard, "The streets in Boone are bustling during the winter."

Hearing the word "Boone" I turned around and blurted, "You know about Boone?!".

Jack, the fellow student who wrote that sentence, looked at me and said, "Yes, we have a house up there."

I sat dumbfounded. I've been going to Boone ever since I was a baby.

My great grandfather built a house up there and his son (my grandpa) recently purchased it for my grandma and himself.

On a side note, my great grandmother sold it. The house has always been in the family. Above, you should see the house. It's a large blue house by the golf course. I love how the rug is always vacuumed and that it's always quiet... And there's always a possible chance of getting mauled by a bear... Not that I've ever seen it happen.

Back on subject. I'm now afraid to go on vacation up there. What if I run into Jack at the Mast or even in Banner Elk?

That's where I go to get away from you people... Not that I don't love my friends or anything... But I'm sure you enjoy the break from me as well.

I just thought it was strange...

Also, I was there first. Let it be known.

I feel like a machine.

I've been home for approximately an hour. So far, this is the longest I've sat down since then.

I've cleaned the kitchen. This consists of wiping down counters, starting the dishwasher, sweeping, taking out the garbage, and watering the plants.

I've also started cleaning my room. Changed the sheets on my bed, started laundry, throw out my waste basket, ect.

I also took the opportunity to count how many pillows I sleep with at night...

10 and a half...

Wow.

Anyway. Occasionally, I fall into vehement cleaning moods. I clean until I can't clean anymore. Like the lady in the picture... Only I don't dress like a marshmallow.

Normally, I would be sitting on Facebook or Twitter socializing with the few people willing to talk to me. Instead, I'm cleaning.

I hate falling into this 'mode'.

I feel like a machine.

Miss Havisham

To those who took Honors English with me... Do you remember this woman?

I do... all too well... When I saved her image to my desktop, I was afraid my computer would crash.



I hated reading Great Expectations.

Hated. It.

Like, I wanted to claw my eyes out. Rarely do I say that about a book.



Anyway, I was going to use the image of her on fire... But I couldn't find it, sadly.

I remember we watched Miss Havisham's death three times...

I'm certain it was our English teacher's favorite part as well.


Though, I would have read the book again if I knew for a fact that Pip and that girl, who's name escapes me, died a painful death. One that would make me laugh more than Miss Havisham's.

That was harsh...

But I really hated that book...

I don't know why I thought of it...

Telephone? Telephone.

Normally, I love getting phone calls from people I WANT to talk to...

Unfortunately, everybody that call the house always wants to talk to my mom or brother.

Though, I get plenty of text messages, but it's nice to know that somebody wants to focus on one conversation with you. When you text, odds are that the person you're messaging is texing 5 other people.

Depressing, right?

This is why I hate answering the phone unless I know who it is and I'm willing to talk to them.

Sadly, I was forced to take a call...

Like I couldn't have made a bigger fool of myself.

"Hello?"

"Hi. Is this Hunter?"

Stop. You mistook me for my brother? Ow.

"Um. No. This is Shelly..."

*Awkward silence*

"Oh. I have the wrong number."

"Are you sure? I have a brother named Hunter..."

"No, I got the number completely wrong."

"OK."

Then I hung up.

Hunter then walked into the room and said, "WHY DID YOU DO THAT!?"

"He said he had the wrong number...", I responded.

"That was Hunter."

At this point, I'm was confused out of my mind!

Hunter was asking for Hunter.

Then it clicked.

Hunter had a friend named Hunter...

So I just hung up on one of his friends.

Oops.

Eventually, my brother called him back and they got everything worked out.

But I still feel like an idiot.

I wish people I wanted to talk to would call just to talk to me or even just say 'Hi'. It makes me feel special. Ha ha.

The Answer is P...

Today was our last day of Heath.

YES.

Come Monday, I will be taking Art with the band director.

Though, today was our final.

I failed it miserably.

Only ONE person passed with a perfect score.

It wasn't me!

Out of 49 questions, I had only gotten 15 correct...

Anyway, when he was passing out the answer sheet, I received it upside down.

I looked at it and looked up.

Then I looked at it again.

I turned to Juan and I said, "Since when do we have 'P' for an answer choice?"

I must have turned it over three times at LEAST until I figured out which side was up...

And I have the audacity to call myself an honor student...

Grammar and Football

Friday. This means football.

YES.

I had a blast tonight. I got an AMAZING two hours of sleep last night and I loaded up on caffeine, so I was bouncing off the walls... Though, now, I'm about to crash...

Apparently, our school has not been able to defeat Plainview since 1985. So, we were unbelievably pumped when we saw we were tied at half time.

Well, I'm not proud of my performance, but I'm confident about tomorrow.

After halftime, I pulled Jacob and Matt's hair up.

The saxophone section is now up to FIVE girls. Yes! Finally.

They were pretty... I wish I'd gotten a picture... I will tomorrow.

Whilst this was happening, we discussed commas.

We talked about how we would have to yell "LET'S GO COMMA PEE!"

Because, you see, if we were to yell "LET'S GO, PEE!" nobody would know if we were begging the director to go to the bathroom or cheering for the football player.

Because the comma is silent.

Like the "X" in my name.

ShelXly.

Another classic example is the "LET'S EAT, GRANDPA!" The comma is silent. SO, my conclusion is that commas should be expressed as an interjection.

Oh! Wow! COMMA!

It could work, though it would be weird to have an interjection in the middle of a sentence...

Anyway... When the game ended, we fled to Pizza Hut. There, we met a former SBM.

He was on the drum line and loved it. I thought he would know my English teacher considering she was in the band back in the day.

She's my favorite teacher.

We talked about how much the school had changed and all that.

I really need to start taking pictures...

CANANANADA!

I've been feeling rather... intelligent today. Seriously.

You know how you rub your hands together and it causes them to warm up? I'm talking about friction. Well, we know that particles and atoms are CONSTANTLY moving. Even in solid substances. But in a liquid, they have more flow to them.

SO. I started thinking.

There are many different kinds of particles in coffee. The sugar, creamer, ect. Well, if all those particles bounced off of each other FAST enough, don't you think friction would take it's course and cause the coffee to warm up?

I thought so...

So I grabbed what coffee I had left from this morning and I took it to lunch with me.

I shook it all the way down the hall.

Now, before you go off and start calling me crazy, I'm going to tell you a secret.

It worked.

I got to the lunch room and my coffee was warm-ish. Not hot like it is supposed to be, but it wasn't room temperature. It was WARM.

Amazing, right?

Well, somebody had the audacity to tell me that it was just because it was in a thermos.

I forgot about that part.

So I inspected my coffee...

It was cold....

I sat like an idiot shaking my coffee trying to make it warm up.

Didn't work...

BUT, in theory, it should. You just have to shake it fast enough, I suppose....



On another completely unrelated note... Did you know the lady that sings "My Heart Will Go On" is CANADIAN?

I didn't.... Somebody told me 3rd block... only his exact words were....

"Yea, she is from Canananana... Cananana... Canana..."

I looked at my friend and we busted laughing.

OK, now imagine a two-year-old... Do you know how they shake their head and wrinkle their nose when you try to give them vegetables?

Now... Do that whilst saying "Canananada!"

Great fun.

Our new "obsession" is...
"Squirrels have big fluffy tails that go WOOSH *insert funky hand gesture here* and they live in *shakes head like a two-year-old* CANANADA!"