They Don’t Sell The Sausages At Costco

I should be studying for my math test next block right now, but who doesn’t love a good bit more procrastination? I got a 73 on my last quiz, so I really should be studying, but I don’t want to. My mistakes are mostly just stupid ones anyway. I know generally what I’m doing, I just suck at doing things correctly when there’s pressure.

Yesterday was the end of the season party for cross country. I did not cry, but that is not surprising. It was nice to be given the opportunity to look back on the season and appreciate all the hard work I put into it, and it was sad that this was my last season, but it wasn’t sad enough that I felt the need to cry.

Yesterday in class instead of doing any actual work, I created joke awards that I wanted to give out later that night. I made one for every person on the team, and most of them went over very well. The first one was the title of this blog, because Kimmie Harding screamed that at a cross country meet. The idea that Costco no longer sold her favorite sausages was very distressing to her, and that was the resulting exclamation. Of course we all laughed and I felt it would be an excellent way to start the joke awards. That’s still one of my favorite phrases for no reason.

I was really proud of a few other awards that I came up with, but explaining them seems tedious. All I will say is that the rest of them went over very well and my only regret is that I did not have as much time to prepare them as I would have liked.

Clarissa apparently is writing me some sort of something in appreciation, which is really sweet of her and she definitely doesn’t have to do that, but I won’t stop her. It just means that now I have to write her something too. I was already writing a blog about her, but I can do that and write her a nice letter too. I didn’t know Clarissa at all really at the end of last year, then we saw each other almost every day over the summer and we got closer very quickly.

After five months I have so much quality material I can use to blackmail most of the people on the cross country team. I can’t let it go to waste. But I think rather than black mail them I will make an imovie thing instead of doing my homework. Because I am responsible, and sometimes you need some me time. I’ll get my homework done though. Now that I’m not running I have so much more time to myself.

I’m really running out of things to blog about. Nothing really interesting is happening right now and I don’t have an excellent movie series to provide me with seemingly endless blogging material.

Ainsleigh told me to write the rest of this about flowers, but I have no idea how to do that. Flowers are so easy to kill and I am so bad at remembering to water things, so I kill them so fast. And I always feel so bad because it was alive, then I bought it and it died. That’s not a very fun life.

I also don’t have a favorite type of flower. They are all very nice in their own ways. And they are all the same in the sense that I will kill them. I like the idea of having plants. They make me happy and contribute to the atmosphere of a room. But I will kill them, so I would rather not have plants because when they die it makes me sad.

I’m really not sure what else I can say. My mom is really good at taking care of plants. We have many in our home and even more in our garden. But I did not inherit this talent. To be fair, my plants are kept up in my room, so I have to climb a flight of stairs in order to water them, but that shouldn’t inhibit me in any way. I go upstairs to go to bed, so why wouldn’t I just water my plants then? It’s because I forget, and then I’m upstairs and I don’t want to walk back down and then back up in order to water something.

So then the plant dies. This blog was a complete mess 🙂