The Insect

It was yesterday when it happened to me...I, was attacked. Normally this wouldn't be such a big deal but because it wasn't by a human, it is now a big deal. Besides being attacked by a rather large insect, I was saved by an even larger and stranger being. It was indeed an interesting experience that you really had to be there for to fully grasp the drama of it all. The screams of the standersby were intense and Georgia almost pissed herself.

George Ficus

Blogging: Library Edition

Hello homies!

I'm here in the school library BLOGGING! The librarian runs a tight ship, so I get extra brownie points for this.

George and I are sorry for the tardy blog; we've been very busy. The first week of November, I was Myrtle Mae in th school play. It went terribly well and I don't miss it a bit. I have my life back.

Work is good. I met former Doo Dah Queen Skittles and we wrote down serial numbers together. True bonding right there.

I saw Little Children yesteday. I want to read the book now.

Tomorrow is my birthday. 17 on the 18th!

Mazel!

-Georgia.

P.S. The photo is of Queen Skittles.

Who the hell thought it'd be a good idea to have halloween on a frickin' sunday?

Everyone knows Jesus hates halloween; all those pageans make him nervous.

Ball and Biscuit

Hey haunts-

I'm sitting here with sassy ass Giselle in Independent Religion. She's being totally rude and inconsiderate. I told her I'm blogging about her, a high honor in the Ficus community.
"I don't care," she said.
How dare she.
I'm dressed as Ms. Tymon today because it's "Halloween." She's little red ridding hood. I wish she was me...We took a picture together and photos will appear shortly.
George doesn't like to dress up, so he is just wearing a flower hat.
I'm doing homework all this weekend because of the play. It better be a good show because we've put too much damn work into it for it to suck.
I'm pissed off, tired, have rashes on my arms and legs, hungry and gorgeous.
Nice to meet you.
-Georgia.

I hate everyone

So today I came clean. I just had to let Mandela know.. They questioned, I responded. "I hate everyone." Maybe they thought I was joking but really, we all know it's true. There are only two people I love; My dearest Fitchy, and Georgia.

Sorry Humanity.

George

There's rain on my bangs...

I'm at school. I'm blogging. Jealous??!?!!!!??
I'm sitting by Alessia and Tira, the perfect combination. I get to go to the doctor today during 5th period, which means I'll be missing modern dance. I love modern dance. Sacsha's here too. Emily didn't give Andrea and I a ride this morning, but she honked at us, like that's supposed to be comforting. THANKS, EMILY! WE LOVED BEING IN YOUR CAR, OUT OF THE RAIN!!!!
-Georgia.

Inapropro

Today was a fine rainy day. Nothing really happened and in my book, that's a fanfuckintastic day. I haven't gone to see Rambo in a while and I miss him dearly. Apparently, he isn't being a naughty pony. He plays nice, sometimes. Over 75% of my outfit is from either Salvation army or sierra madre thrift. Huzzah. Phyllis is very irritating, mostly because I could probably cultivate snails faster than she can simply write down "y= 3x-24". I get to waste an hour and a half sitting, staring, and hoping she cracks a joke. She does have amazing arm flab and hips however and never ceases to amaze me. Her hair never seems to move. Her shoe tan is priceless. She has a certain swag that no human could ever replicate. In other words, I think I might... appreciate her.

George Ficus