[Music|Miss Murder byAFI]    

[Mood|Whatevah]                                                                                                                                                                                   

You know you're pathetic when you write a second entry, on the same day. Not even two hours later, here I am. I am a bit pissed because I want to learn how to make layouts, but all those other layout makers refuse to tell people, for reasons I don't know why.

But, oh well, that's life, I'll get over it sooner or later.

Brit and I had a blast doing prank calls with Claire and other enemies... But I guess that it's over because Brit had to leave and Claire stopped calling. Here are some of our convos with Claire that I somehow remember:

SENIOR CITIZEN GOLF COURSE

Sam: Hello, this is senior citizen golf course. Do you have an appointment?

Claire: Sam, I know it's you.

Sam: Ahh, yes, you are coming to visit Sam Patterson, I presume?

Claire: NO, Sam, cut it out. I said I was sorry!

Brittany coming in for the kill: Excuse me, but Mrs. Markerson has just informed me that someone on the phone is wasting a chunk of her life. She is a volunteer here and she is very miffed that you would waste her time like this.

Brit: Now, do you have an appointment or NOT?

Claire: Whatever, you are acting like such a baby.

Brit: Yes, at times, Senior Citizens are like babies...

Claire: Oh, fuck off, bitch.

Sam: WAIT!

Claire: What?!

Sam: *Ahem* I learned this from an awesome icon on Photobucket... Oh rly? Well, a bitch is a female dog, dogs bark, bark is on trees, trees are part of nature, and nature is beautiful, so yeah thanks for the compliment... ASSHOLE. *Click* *Snickers*

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MCDONALDS

Sam: Hello, this is McDonalds, would you like to try our new Chicken Wrap?

Claire: SAM! I just called you because I wanted to-

Sam: Try our new Chicken Wrap? That'll be $3.65 at the next window.

Claire: WHAT? THAT DOESN'T MAKE SENSE, YOU'RE ON THE PHONE.

Sam: Excuse me, ma'am, do you have a mental problem? We can inform the boss immediately, if you'd like...

Claire: DAMN YOU. *Click*

--See, I don't understand why she keeps calling me back...--

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WALMART

Brit: Hello? You're calling Walmart, how may I help you?

Claire: Lemme talk to Sam, asshole.

Brit: Excuse me? Hold on a sec, darlink... *Passes phone to Mike, Brit's boyfriend*

Mike: Hello, there seems to be a problem? Between you and Mrs. Flowerton? Should I hang up? Because this really isn't nessicary.

--She must've bought it, because she didn't know of any guy in our pranks...--

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So, afterwards, we sat on the couch, all three of us, and watched TV while the 'rents were out shopping.

Toodles!

~Sam

I feel like I need to go and watch some TV, peel myself slowly away from the monitor and in PJs, watch some movies. According to the calendar, it's Saturday, which means another day of weekend for me to thoroughly enjoy.

I have a horrible cold, which kinda ruins my 'absolutely wonderfully awesome' weekend. I've got my iPod stuck in my ears right now, and guess who I'm listening to? My Chemical Romance, of course.

I said goodbye to homework last night and have no more, which I am glad to type. So, I get to watch TV and lay on my butt all day.

But yesterday was pretty eventful, because my best friend is... not my best friend anymore, apparently. She totally flipped out, and let me tell the story to you:

(It all takes place is a crowded cafeteria. It is loud and people are in line to get their food. I am standing behind my friend, getting ready to eat some "delicious" hot dogs.)

Claire (best friend): So, how did you do on that test today?

Sam (me): Pretty good. Actually, it was fairly easy...

Claire: Pfft.

Sam: What??

Claire: You always think everything is easy, no matter how hard it is for ME.

Sam: Excuse me, but I recall you asking my opinion of the test. So I DID.

Claire: (Glares fiercely) Whatever. You always have to come up with a "logical reason".

Sam: (Rolls eyes dramatically) Why are you flipping out? You never have before.

Claire: (Obviously going a bit nuts) Flipping out? FLIPPING OUT?

Sam: (Sarcastically) Yes, "flipping out". Like you doing right now. (Noticing Claire's knuckles going white from clutching her tray too hard) Chill out, will you? You have NEVER done this before. This is so not you.

Claire: Oh, shove it.

Sam: (Getting angry) You psychopathic retard. I can't believe I was ever friends with a slimeball like you. (Ditching the lunch line) Screw you.

Jeez, what a "psychopathic retard". What a "slimeball"...

...Pfffft.

OK, so, that rest of the day:

After getting out of lunch, Sam heads to next class which she unfortunately has with Psycho Woman. She heads over to her locker to get her books when someone taps her on the shoulder lightly.  Sam turns around to face Alec. He pats her on the back in congrats.

"That was great back there, Sam." He said, a twinkle in his eyes.

"Thanks." Sam said quietly, obviously embarassed out of her mind.

"I always knew that Claire would go nuts one day and when you were going to ditch her." He continued.

"Yeah." Sam says dumbly (<--word?). 

Alec winks and leaves her to stand stupidly by her locker, late for her next class.

When she had finally gathered al her stuff, she rushed into the Maths class as the late bell rang. Claire sprang up from her chair, pointing at her.

"She's late!" She practially screamed, glaring at Sam.

"Wow, I thought tattle taling was for first graders, not 9th graders. By the way, the teacher isn't even in the room." Sam retorted. Everyone in the room clapped, including Alec, as Sam took her seat.

Pouting, Claire was left to wallow in her own filth.

So, yeah, that was my day so far and it is about to end watching a movie and sleeping.