Eight Graders

Do you know what it feels like when eighth graders ask you to do their homework and you're only in sixth grade?

Well, I do. So here's what happened today in the halls: 

Pesky eighth grader: Hey do my homework!

Me: no

Pesky eighth grader: yes

Me: no

Pesky eighth grader: I have five dollars

Me: me too. What's the use of having two they all look the same.

Pesky eighth grader: *walks away*

Me: MISSION COMPLETE!

So that's what happened.

He's been asking me to do his math homework since the second week of school, and I keep on saying no. And he says he'll pay me but I say no 'cause I have enough homework already. The only reason he wants me to do his homework is because he somehow figured out that I'm in seventh grade advanced. So yeah.

Note: five dollar bills are still good to have even if you already have one.

I'm Hungry and Tired

When I woke up this morning, I had this little voice in the back of my head that went, "HEY TIFFANY YOU GOTTA MAKE A BLOG POST TODAY!!" Well it was pretty much yelling at me so I guess it isn't little.

I don't know why I told myself to post today.

When I opened up Firefox, I told my brain,"C'mon, let's make a blog post!"

But it was all like "NO I WANT CHICKEN!" 

 

Mosquitoes

Mosquitoes.

I HATE MOSQUITOES!!

They suck your blood. They give me infections. I cannot express the hate I have for mosquitoes. They're ugly too!

When I get mosquito bites, it's always extremely itchy. So I itch. And I itch more. I scratch at the bite until it starts to bleed, which is when it FINALLY stops itching. After a while there's a scab, but a few days later it's itchy again. And so I itch and itch and itch. The whole process keeps repeating until all the venom has been scratched away, leaving a hideous scar.

I would show you my legs but that would be exceedingly strange of me. 

My legs are covered in those little brown spots where the bites used to be. When I was younger, I love to wear shorts, but these pesky mosquitoes would not relent in their effort to cover me in spots so I only wear jeans now.

I wear shorts inside the house, like now, since mosquitoes don't come inside(right?). But when we leave the door open, the mosquitoes take this chance to slip in. Then they attack me.

I just got bit.

But I killed it this time muahahahaha.

Chickens Are Fluffy.

The title has nothing to do with this post, I'm just too tired to use my brain and combined the first two words that came to my mind.

So basically, this is my first post. Don't expect it to be interesting, because I'm no genius, unlike Allie from Hyperbole and a Half.

I have no idea why I even posted today.

My parents don't let me to go on the internet on weekdays except for homework which I don't even UNDERSTAND considering my awesome brain skills so they're obviously smarter than me or I'm getting old.

But I'm still in middle school.

So, I will try to post every week just to be consistent but like yea and stuff.