100 Degrees

I'm home early. Home sick. The school sent me home at ten thirty this morning with a temperature of one hundred degrees. Oddy, my body feels sick, like achy and sick to my stomach, but my brains all, Whhheeeee!!!!! Jump around!!! Sing!!! Dance!!! Completely oblivious. -.-^ So, yeah, anyway, I'm supposed to be working on my research paper for science fair. HA!!!! It's due friday. But I, my friends, shall be... on a field trip. Can't tell you where, in case creepo-stalker dude's read this thing. I'm not stupid. *Sticks tongue out at creepo-stalker dudes*

Pheonix: Ignore her. She gets dilusional and a little mental when she's feverish.

Your one to talk, you mental apperation, you.
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I'm sad. I left Fred in my mom's car, and my dad got me from school :(

~Nano

Your Brain a-splode

actually, I have a head cold, and feel as if my head will a-splode. And I have a school lock-tonight. Rawr. Fred's happy as can be.

Fred. The oh-so-clever Fred

Ok, so my iPod, which I cleaverly named Fred, is UP AND RUNNING. Figuratively, of course. Everyone knows iPods don't have legs. Oh, here's a good one. Fred evolved legs, and, deciding he was oh-so-smart, ran away. Yeah, because iPods evolve legs and actual brains. Pft. Give me a break.

Anyway, today I got SUPER HYPER. *insert jaws music here* And she pounces!!! RAWR!!! Ok, well, now, I'm still sorta hyper, but that's just on happiness that Fred's working. Let's hear it for smarty-pants dad's who know everything and all about computers!! Hip-hip!! Huzzah!!! Hip-hip!!! Huzzah!!!!

~Nano

um-eth

Ok, so I e-mailed the guy I like, oh, let's call him... Gilligan. He remind's me of Gilligan, from Gilligan's Island. Anywho, I e-mailed him, and he hasn't replied. I hope I didn't scare him. But.. I saw him on Sunday, at church. He must not be scared. He probably just hasn't checked his e-mail. Thanks for helping me figure that out everyone!!!

Pheonix: Once again, your logic is astounding.

Oh, I never exsplained who Pheonix is. She's so cool. She likes to comment a lot on what's going on, like when we went to Jo-Ann today. I saw this cool cloth and Pheonix thought she'd look good in it, if it was on a cocktail dress. I said it quietly though, so the people wouldn't think I'm crazy. They can't see her. Which is good, considering she has wings and all. But she can't see them. She's blind. Oh, did I forget to mention she's the voice in my head?

Pheonix: I prefer the term mental apparation.

Whatever.

~Nano

PS: I'm the only 14 year old who still sleeps with a teddy. Her name's Cody.

Lots to Say.

So, it turns out that Yahoo! Jukebox is not compatable to any I-pod. Now, doesn't that suck? And because my dad's sick, he can't help me set up I-Tunes. So now I'm bored. Usually, I'd go on neopets, but my parents are anti-neo for no reason at the moment. So I'm looking at this guy's blog who posted on my Expelled comment the other day. Chatin' it up over there, trying, (politely) to help him understand. To tell you the truth, I could use some help. Here. I'll post the html or the url or whatever it's called: http://unintelligencedispelled.blogspot.com/ There, that should be it. Well, I guess that's all for now. Bye!!

~Nano

Nano's Nano

Horray!!! I got my I-pod. And, instead of getting the shuffle, which was what I could afford, my parents took into consideration my wonderful report card, and paid the half I didn't have for the Nano!!! (well, my dad stayed home sick, but my mom went. My dad has the flu. :( That sux, doesn't it?) Well, now I'm trying to put music on it, but the thing keeps wanting to load an upgrade, and if I don't let it, the thing closes. Grrr...

~Nano

Some People Like to Ruin Other People's days.

No to mention any names. Now I can't be happy about getting my I-pod tomarrow. *Gazes pitifully at keyboard.* People like that make me sad. And lonely. And really... annoyed.

~Nano

PS: beware the nano. Nano's are small, yet powerful. THey are not to be messed with. Nano's know of forces that are strong enough to have created the universe. *which He did*