Twerking & The Importance of Food

You know what's the best place to see all kinds of species in their natural habitats? AT SCHOOL. You see the nerds, the jocks, the weirdos, the cool people, the druggies, the wanna-be gangsters, the yolo #swag, etc. I have found a flow chart the depicts all of this, and I present it to you NOW:

Have you ever been in that position in which you are too cool to hang out with the weird kids but too weird to hang out with the cool kids? Well I find myself in that position....But, luckily I HAVE FRIENDS even if my mother claims I lie about them. One day, I was buying chocolates for them, and she asked who they were for. And I'm like, "Oh! They're for my friends, Juliette and Fudith." My mom's answer? "Aren't the same one? I know you only have two friends so don't lie okay?" My sister had the laugh of her life when she heard this. I often bother my sister for something else, but that is another story to tell:D Now, I shall tell you what I overheard during one of my classes. You might think, OMG WHAT A LOSER OVERHEARING PEOPLE'S CONVERSATIONS! Well, if they weren't making a point of asking around the whole room for other people's opinions I might have respected their privacy. So now they will get published:D

So, a group of three or four girls were talking about "twerking". 

Let me explain to you this phenomenon now practiced by the lower species with one simple image:

Yes, this is barbaric and incites vulgar behavior, but this is the new generation folks. Anyways, they were

talking about how who can twerk and who can't and some video on youtube blah blah blah... But that is 

not my point! My point is, they CONTINUED TALKING! They were discussing the "sexiness" in twerking and how it meant certain things like "wanting the d". I know, 

I refuse to recognize any form of dance that gained fame through Jersey shore or was invented 

by a drunk. 

So, with this I arrive at the last point of this post:

FOOOOOD!

I will recount something that actually happened today so you can get a glimpse of the person I am in the rl world:P For a class we're suppose to build our own box that has to by 1" x 1" and we choose what's gonna be the filling or what's made of it. The point? To place an egg at the center of this box, and when they drop it from a determined distance, the egg must remain intact after the fall. I decided to make my box a regular one, filled with balloons that will be tightly put together with the egg in the middle, completely protected by these. I haven't tested my theory, but I will surely tell you about it. Anyway, our school is too poor to supply us with eggs so we must each bring our own egg. However, one of my friends volunteered to bring eggs for everyone (God, alah, nirvana bless her). Of course, the teacher didn't like this and claimed each student is liable for their own work blah blah blah... In the end, the teacher suggested that my friend waste her money on something else. My suggestion? "Why don't you buy food?". Yes, I yelled this out to her. Yes, I yelled this out in front of the whole class, I know they don't bite. I'm just a product of the school cafeteria and the

delicious american junk good multi-billionaire companies. Food, as you know, is sacred, and even if I don't chew 32 times, I eat to satisfy my stomach, not my heart. Yet I can go a day without eating if I wish. I'm just weird. The world is fully of mysteries we will never comprehend, including women.

Here, have a picture of what I did today: