Yep

Well. . . this is sort of embarrassing to admit, but I was right.

I was assassinated today. . . in the morning. Sometime between the time of 7:24 and 7:29.

You know of what I speak. . . Jonah Heemstra.

I will have my revengance.

A Fly on the Wall. . . . at a MENS sleepover.

Here I shall point out the many things that you did or didn't want to know about mens parties that extend into the wee hours of the morning*. Hold on to your seats, and prepare to stay on the edge of your pants.

When a group of guys hang out, it's inevitable that all sorts of things unsanitary, unethical, disrespectful and who knows what else are going to happen. My friends and I are no exception. We have had more face-slappings and cake-chuckings than I can count.** But first thing is first, here is a list of things that guys DONT do at sleepovers.

1. Sleep
2. Paint our nails
3. Talk about the issues***
4. Do homework
5. Do baking

And to correspond with the not doings, here are the doings as well.

1. Full contact sports
2. Full video game sports
3. Recording our number one jams
4. Umm. . . sometimes. . . . . baking****.

Well I'm bored. So I'm going to stop typing, but trust me, I was going to go on about Rouge Unicorns, Dungeons and Dragons, and THE ALMIGHTY FUTON! And quite possibly. . .*Hushed silence*. . . the Man Code. *gasping. . . babies crying* I had to fill out like 5 hours worth of paperwork to even mention it. I wouldn't be surprised if I am assassinated within 40 minutes.

Children. . . carry on my legacy. And may you never get the Salmonella.*********




*sleepovers, but with less sleeping.
**4
***Umm occasionally we talk about SOME issues. . .NOT who is the hottest on Reality TV though. Definitely not. For real. Never ever.
****There was this one time when we made cookies. . . but they were GOOD.
*********Really, it isn't fun. I had like a whole month of summer spent on the couch b/c of it.

Someone just tell me if these are annoying, I think they're kind of fun. But hey, you can deal with it, you Ithlite.

Friday the 13th

The average American trips down the stairs twice a week*. I tripped down the stairs twice today. Once at school. How embarrassing.


thequeenheartstacos.tumblr.com

I decided to try out this new blog style. Tumblr. I think it's supposed to be like Flickr. Who knows.

But yea, I might be posting there every once in a while. If you want the full effect, I recommend checking it out.


Until later
The QHT



*May or may not be actual fact based on actual scientific research.

February

February is full of disappointments, joys, snow, slush, snow slush, and that stuff you get when you mistakingly snow-blow your lawn. Essentially, February is just one of those awkward months. Not snow, not rain, not cold, not warm. To add to that, it has one of those weird spellings, I've had to correct like 6 of them so far. I'm gonna go spelling things like Febuary and Wendsday from now on, or at least until people start getting my last name right. Cheyne. Not Sheyne, not Ca-Heyne. Its a CH. It makes a Chu sound. As in Chain. Fix it.

Back to the Febs. What does it even have to offer? Groundhog day? They replaced the groundhog with a blind woodchuck like 40 years ago. Scamming us into endless winter. How you feel now Uncle Sam? This isnt even winter, it's wet, then cold, then ice, then melty, then rock solid. It's the time when you make a huge snowman out of that amazing packing snow that they use in like the Olympics. Only you make it really stupid and add as many things as you can to mock the neighbors. You think that it will be melted by morning right? Wrong. That baby freezes rock solid. You cant even pry off the kitchen accessories or women apparel that you dressed 'er up with.

OH! Get this. We have Friday the 13th this month. I think my luck is already changing. This morning, and not only did I cross a black cat, but I was walking directly behind Chuck Norris. I barely escaped with my life. Furthermore, I heard on the news that our senior citizens are down on their luck. 14 incidents involving large glasses and fashion crisis. There was one involving a road raging potato farmer as well, but no matter.

(Added for the person who commented about not including Valentines Day)
Valentines day is in February too. It's when thousands of men are forced into purchasing up on 60 bucks worth of jewelrys, flowers, and for the most daring. . . clothing. It's one of those things where the guys who cant participate, wish they could. And the guys who are participating wish they weren't. Oh yeah, and this year, it's the day after Friday the 13th, so we're all going to be on our little bad luck hangovers when suddenly we have to pick up our lovely European chocolates. Stupid Europe. They're too romantic.

(Your welcome)

Oh and the Superbowl, but I don't want to offend anyone by mentioning how much I don't like football because it's kinda lame.

Oops

Uncle Sam. . . we want our groundhog.