The Cousin is more of a stalker than me.

It's not all that fun staying at home, diseased. There's really nothing to do, besides watch those talk shows, like 'Oprah' and 'The View' and 'The Ellen Degeneres Show' and 'Rachel Ray'. It gets old after a day. But I did watch an episode of Ellen where No Doubt performed. I love No Doubt. Scar got me into them a year or two ago. I was uber excited when I heard that they were getting back together. :D

If I'm sick, and end up getting on the computer, like I am now, I usually can chat with someone. But right now she's flying here from North Carolina to visit. And I'm bored. So I'm currently stuck sitting here and typing up this blog. I really don't think anyone will read this, but it makes me feel all warm and fuzzy on the inside if I pretend that.

Speaking of Scar flying here, I need to clean my room so I can take apart my bunk beds. But I'm still kinda sick, so I'm just going to sit here and talk about random things.

I recently signed up for Twitter. I don't really know why. But everyone's talking about it. It doesn't really make any sense at all. It seems kinda like facebook, but less complicated, therefore, making it more complicated. You know? I've already gotten like two notifications that some weirdo people are following my tweets. Or something like that. I have no idea. Facebook is more my style. It took three seconds for me to get the hang of it. And Twitter is just..... BLEH.

Yesterday, I went to the elementary school by where I live and launched some rockets with my little brother, his friend, his friend's older brother, and my dad. It was fun. I realized soon after, that if I think that kind of thing is fun, I'm a freak. Or nerd. Or something along those lines. You know? Whatever. I'm still going to do it. The coolest part about the rockets is the explosion. I love exploding things (even though I'm a girl).

My school would have gotten out fourteen minutes ago. And so Zoe, who rides my bus, should be stopping by within the next ten minutes. Unless of course, she "misses" the bus on "accident" and ends up walking her boyfriend home. Zoe is stranger than me. It makes me giggle. She wears even weirder outfits than me and does the strangest things. But that's why I love her.

I think Libby thinks that I'm a stalker. Because I keep a tab up with her blog on it at all times. Since the creation of her blog, which was back at the beginning of February (YES! I FINALLY FIGURED OUT HOW TO SPELL FEBRUARY AFTER ALL THESE YEARS!) I haven't taken the tab down once. Unless you count that time when my computer went all funny. But that was only for like.... five minutes. I don't think Little Libsies understands that I just love her blog. It's called Psuedocurses. Because Little Libsies uses psuedocurses. Like fork and darn and heck. It makes me giggle. The cousin does it as well. I should probably use The Cousin's proper name, because she's not really my cousin or anything. She's Libby's cousin. She is probably the most insane person you'll ever meet. The Cousin's real name is Audrey. And she scares the crap out of me. But she's awesome. So if Little Libsies thinks that I'm a stalker, then she should look at the cousin. I think The Cousin is more of a stalker than me.

I'm hungry, and Zoe should be stopping by any minute now, so I think I'll be done with this post.