Cookies, Weird Smells, and FOAL.

Hello. Today was weird, and not in a good way. quite a few weird things happened. I'm not going to give you a second-by-second description (like some, *cough*, one person I know), but I will be giving a basic overview and my personal comments. That last part should scare you.

Anyway, down to the nitty gritty. Today, I woke up at like 7:something AM, and prepared to leave my house. I am never happy when I have to do this. It normally means I will spend the rest of the day acting like a zombie. This...was no different. We were out the door by 8:30, and we killed an hour driving pointlessly around doing "errands", but I do not know what we really did because I was sitting in the front seat thinking about brains, as many zombies catch themselves doing. At 9:30, we got to this place where Lily and Noah (my youngest siblings) normally have classes on Wednesday mornings. They had them today, too, though I did not know it ahead of time. So while they're in classes for around 3 hours, Ashley and I sit in a library with barely any interesting-looking books, trying to entertain ourselves.

When it was finally time for food, my mom tells us that she got Chick Fil A. I, for one, was excited because I freaking love Chick Fil A. I was not excited, however, when we realized that we had one less chicken sandwich than we ordered (stupid employees). Guess who didn't get one. So after I split a sandwich with my mom, who, apparently, "wasn't hungry" (she's ALMOST anorexic), I was informed that we were about to "get" tp spend another 2+ hours in the library while everyone else got to have a party and do a cookie swap. In case you don't know what that it, it's like dirty santa with cookies. It's fricking awesome. Right as I was being informed of this (and feeling the joy eternally sucked from me), I looked over and saw... A guy. I will not be saying this guy's name (because none of you know him), but let me say this: for an anonymous dude wearing a Bob Marley shirt, he had the funk. Dude smelled so bad I could taste it. From 2 feet away. And he was completely unaware of this.


Now, it just so happens that I know the dude. He's a friend of some of my friends, and he knows me well enough that I'm the only person he will hang around for the entire 2+ hours that we are there. Joy? No. There was no joy. That had already been sucked out of me (see previous paragraph). But it did make things a heck of a lot more interesting. Now, not only was I being tortured while bored out of my mind, but I was being followed by a ridiculously smelly guy whom I honestly doubt knows what this alien concept called "Personal space" is. As you probably guessed, upon his arrival I immediately ran up, hugged him, and proceeded to lead the entire building in a chorus of "Joy To The World".

Just kidding. But, I endured, and will finish this post by explaining the phrase "FOAL" (see title). You see, my dog (Abby) happens to be insane. Today I was taking her on a walk and she was being normal; acting insane. I got frustrated so I called her a FOAL, or, Freak On A Leash. Because she was. Naha...

Why don't you tell us about those rabbits, George...