Last Friday Night. . . AKA Yesterday.

I had a BLAST bowling with Joker and Harley. (Joker surprised me at his driving skills. I didn't die!!)
We ate at McDonalds. I had to hide my milkshake so the boys wouldn't come to the yard. That wasn't pretty the first time.
While Joker and I were at McDonalds, a bachelorette party came in and sat next to us. They started talking about prostitutes. Joker and I started cracking up, so he started telling a random story. I think it was cover up, the clever little beast.

Then we went to WalMart for a bit. My ex boyfriend called me while we were there (to apologize for flipping me off earlier). I'm really scared to tell him I'm with Harry because he loathes him. I feel kind of bad, but I'm happy now. He was a good guy, just not for me.

Harley called and said that she was at the bowling alley, so we drove on over. I saw Clint and I met Clay, who is amazing. He reminded me a lot of Harry. But they're different, so it's cool. He was my friend-date for the night.

I made a strike! Yes, one, but I made about a zillion gutter balls. I'm so uncoordinated. And white. Like pasty.

After Harley left, everyone else did, including Clay, Joker and myself. Clay and Joker came over and chilled for about half an hour. It was all great fun.

Well, off to the city.

~Ginny

What Happens When You Stumble.

Me: What should I bog about
Harry: Stumble! The first thing it takes you to, blog it.
And that is what has lead us too...

How freaking cute is this?? I'm about to die of THISISSOCUTE-idus. (or itus or whatever.)

I'm also talking to my lovely lady Randa. She's so wonderful. She's gotten me through so much. She is one of the most amazing people I know. I wouldn't be the same without her. She's so pretty and funny and sweet. She's been through a lot. If it weren't for her, I'd be some really screwed up, crappy (well, extremely crappy) person.

I love my friends:)

Euphemisms Are Genius

A 

Euphemism 

is defined by dictionary.com as

"

— n
1.	an inoffensive word or phrase substituted for one considered  offensive or hurtful, esp one concerned with religion, sex,death,  or excreta. Examples of euphemisms are sleep with  for have  sexual intercourse with; departed  for dead; relieve oneself  for  urinate
2.	the use of such inoffensive words or phrases"

Isn't that fun?

I found this nifty site and it generates them.

Go to http://walkingdead.net/perl/euphemism and try it sometime :)

"One thing I could never figure out was how he kept his shoes on while 

burping the cotton candy."

"Will you stop 

shaking hands with the perpetual pork reload button?!"

"Well, I know what I'll be doing this weekend. 

hitting the pelvic dragon!"

"He was so drunk, he was literally 

punching the conjugal beaver."

"Cross-examination revealed that he had a great deal of experience 

cramming the buttery flesh puppy."

"He spent every lunch hour at home, 

exercising the Roman leather batch."

"She checked the coast was clear before 

shucking the pocket flounder."

I would like to thank Harry for introducing me to www.stumbleupon.com 

The Adventures of Ginny and Harry- February 26, 2011

Today, Harry came from the City to see me:)
We kissed. And hugged. And laid on my floor, singing Jack Johnson. We went walking around the Town so he could see where I was from. We danced on the Wii. He played with my hair. I played with his. We wrapped each other in bubble wrap. We spent a wonderful 4 hours together.

I miss him. He is my sunshine.

~Ginny

Reality Sucks Balls.

Reality isn't gay, no, that would be a compliment on Reality's behalf. Reality is just stupid. Reality sucks balls.

I hope it chokes.

My papaw died Monday and I missed Tuesday of school, I went on Wednesday, and missed Thursday and today. Everyone's been so nice. Everyone's praying, and its a very nice thing. Harry's been here for me, but not all the way. Last Saturday, I got to hang out with him while we were in the City. It was nice, feeling him beside me again. LDR= Difficult.

I made his grades drop. He has a D- because of me. It's not like he's stupid, he's just easily distracted by his lady. ["I'm sorry I'm so distracting and clingy." "It's not your fault." "Yes it is" ''NO! Shut up! I love you. Who wouldn't be distracted by you?"]

I'm not sure how I'm handling Papaw's death. It was expected and half-way longed for (he had Cancer), but it doesn't make it any less painful. It doesn't help that I'm getting Harry in trouble for talking to me when I need him. It also doesn't help that we got in a fight last night. But when we fight, its over very soon.

I'm such a good girlfriend because EVEN THOUGH I was mad, and EVEN THOUGH I had homework of my own to do and EVEN THOUGH I was sad from the funeral, I still peer-edited his paper. Because I'm such a loving person.

Funeral time.
Yuck.

~Ginny

Fun with Sloganizer.net

I was just browsing the interwebs, when I found a nifty website that makes nifty slogans.
http://www.sloganizer.net/en/


I typed in HisGinnyWeasley. 
Here are some of the things it said:


"HisGinnyWeasley, in touch with tomorrow."


"HisGinnyWeasley...whatever you want."


Oh my gawsh! This one is hilarious!:
"HisGinnyWeasley on the outside, tasty on the inside."


"HisGinnyWeasley- your personal intertainer."


"I fall for HisGinnyWeasley."


"HisGinnyWeasley keeps on going, and going, and going..."


"Step into the light with HisGinnyWeasley."


This is fun. :3
Go try it. 

HisGinnyWeasley on: School- Rant I: Math Class

Ten Reasons I Hate Math Class:


One: It is my first period class
I'm usually falling asleep and it sucks butt to be called on when your eyes are drooping and you've been focusing on NOT sleeping than the assignment.

Two: It's the longest class of the day
One hour and a half of pure, unadulterated Algebra II

Three: My math teacher does math like Dora the Explorer
I kid you not, he says things like, "We've been to the -1 line, we've been to th 0 line, where do we go next?" *silence* "That's right! The 1 line!" I half way expect him to start singing "We did it!"

Four: I'd much rather be blogging
I actually wrote this blog in his class on a piece of paper.

Five: I haven't had math in six months
Algebra II is a half-semester class and I didn't have to take it until second semester. They didn't make me take Algebra 1.5, so I lost pretty much all of my math knowledge.

Six: Math is boring
We do the same things over and over and over for an hour and a half in the butt crack of the morning.

Seven: I feel like I'm not good at it
I have not had it in six months. Its challenging and I'm lazy. I don't like work.

Eight: It's too darn quiet
I am a social butterfly. It's killer sitting still and quiet for A FREAKING HOUR AND A HALF.

Nine: I actually like my teacher
He's my academic team coach and so I see him a lot outside of school. Darn his niceness.

And Ten: ITS FREAKING MATH CLASS
(Pardon the following stereotypes. I am not racist.)
I am not Asian. I am not Indian. I hate math because I am American. It is the very reason I decided that I didn't want to be a pilot.

Moral of the story?
Math is a dream-crusher.

~Ginny