Beset by the Fragle

Ha I'm updating! Let's all bow before the mad powers of meh laziness--well, that and my swim schedule. Never underestimate the swim schedule.

Wow, I've managed to develop a nasty chest cold in the last two days, seemingly in direct alliance with a migraine. My migraines are a chronic hereditary condition that knocks me out of commission for a couple of days...eh, just to get everyone on the same page. This one was particularly malicious and I went in for an IV on Friday. Took the doctor five times to find the damn vein, too. T_T

Enough of my whinning though, I doubt anyone wants to hear it.

I've kinda figured out my schedule for next year:

AP Pych
Algebra II Hnrs
Hnrs American Lit
AP Euro
AP Chem
Swim (Oh! I made Varsity! Go me! WOOOOT!)
Chamber Singers

And then French III in the summer down at the local college. I'm rather looking forward to it, despite everything. The AP test's in May, and I'm rather nervous. Study, study, study, right? (Anyone, and I rather doubt people other than my friends are reading this, but anyone have any suggestions?)

Lesse...Besides my complete and utter lack of anything resembling a social life outside of school, there's nothing to say. I bid ye adieu.

In Which Cattle Prods Are Utilized

Seeing as some0ne has had the audacity to NOT KNOWEST of the awesome Monty Python, I hereby encourage everyone to start off at a run for the nearest Blockbuster.

The Holy Grail calls and shall be enforced with cattle prods if need be. This is an awesome movie, soldier, report back when you have completed your mission.

The Cat

I've been informed by a dear friend recently that I oughtn't expect much from a blog, so from now on, this is my pet. A pet that I can't expect much from, so a cat.

Puddles they call, and the magic number shall be puddles because four is too little and six is too much and so the magic number is puddles.

...If you don't get that, don't worry about it.

Puddleness

What is there to be said that hasn't already been done so in one form or another? I don't want to introduce myself-quirky, I know. Rather, I'd like for people to get to know me by what I write.

Oh hell, I'll add a bit anyways- I've always been too much of an idealist. I'm young enough to write a blog but old enough to feel as if I should know better-that is to say, a teenager. Oh! and posessing of common sense (that is to say, female.)

And I like Chaucer.

...God knows why I'm still writing here.

Now anyone who know me know that, most likely, I'll forget entirely that I'd even heard of a thing called Puddles and Fuddles in the time it takes me to hit 'publish' down in the bottom. Sad, I know. However, miracles are known to pop up wherever they're suspected least and so, if it won't kill you to check back, do so.

I'm always open to discuss anything and everything, so if anyone ever gets bored, drop me a note at filidhniamh@aol.com ~I generally available at the oddest hours, so it may take you a while to catch me online. Although, if you haven't read the Lord of the Rings, don't bother.

That was a joke. Honest. Well, kinda.

What exactly do people do with blogs?