Blog Action Day 2010

Well, this has been an awkward day.

First, I run up to a police officer and tell him my friend's flour is missing. Then, I realize I'm late for Blog Action Day.

Again. For the second year in a row.

So here goes tonight's second post. The theme is- water!

Okay, I'm just gonna start out by saying I hate it when people say water doesn't have a taste, because it does. They say it tastes like nothing, but really, how do you know what nothing tastes like, because, I mean, it's nothing!

Well, now that that's out of the way, I'm going to talk about the real issue- water pollution!

I'm gonna cut straight to the chase when I say I bet fish hate us. I don't blame them. We throw a bunch of trash and stuff into their home, and then they die. Who wouldn't be angry?

Next point. Disney's whole "Friends for Change" thing. I have to say, I admire and hate this program. It's great when little kids see their idols like Miley Cyrus and Demi Lovato helping to save the earth, but who says that those overpayed Disney stars actually do anything to save water? It's not like they can't afford to pay the water bill or anything.

Disease. That's what's happening in places like India, where the Ganzes River will supposedly heal you of all wounds and illnesses if you drink from its water. Yep. If typhoid and cholera is considered healing.

Okay, I realized my post is kinda choppy, but I'm tired and just wanna go to bed.

Next. Unless you've been living under a rock, you know about BP's fantastic little "promotional stunt," where an estimated 190,120,055 gallons of oil was leaked into the Gulf of Mexico. Now thousands of animals have suffered, beaches have closed, and BP is favorited to win Repower America's 2010 Snake Oil Award. Quite an honor. I bet their ex-CEO is proud.

Well, it's already almost 10, and my brain stops functioning around 3:30 PM, so I'll stop going all hippie on you and do everybody a favor and go to sleep. Night.

~Kim~

P.S. 78% of people think water has a taste.
P.P.S. I made that statistic up. ;)

World's Most Dedicated Fake Baby Babysitter

Now, looking at the title, you're guessing my post is gonna be about some lady in China who sacrificed herself to save her daughter's doll, right?

Wrong.

You see, it all started Monday. Well, actually, it technically started Tuesday. Anyways, that was the day the health class's baby project started.

You know the project I mean, right? The one where you have to carry your sack of flour around with you everywhere and if someone sees it alone they'll steal it and bring it into the health teacher to get the $5 they were promised?

(Okay, well maybe not that last part.)

Anyways, I don't have health this semester, I have gym. So a lot of times, my friends in health will be like, "Kim, can you watch my baby?" Of course, I can't say no. So I pretty much just stand there holding a doll for who knows how long.

Well, today I was watching my friend Nathan's baby Clarice. He was in the lunch line, and I wasn't eating lunch because I had a big breakfast. All the sudden, I hear someone say, "Kim!" I turn around, and it's my friend Dayna, who I haven't seen in like forever! So run over to her table to talk.

5 minutes later...

Oh my God. The baby's gone.

So I'm on the verge of a panic attack, Dayna's wondering what the heck is going on, and somewhere some babynapper who needs some cash is running around with a sack of flour.

Now I'm thinking, "what do I do? Nathan's gonna fail and it'll be all my fault! And some low-life is gonna get $5 because of it!" I look around, and lo-and-behold (I've always wanted to say that), it's the school police officer!!!

So I run up to him, feeling like an idiot and say the stupidest thing ever-

"My friend's flour is missing!"

The guy kinda looked confused, until I explained about the baby project. He just laughed and said he'll look around.

(Nathan is still in the lunch line while this is going on.)

So I go back to the table, trying not to hypervenilate, and watch the police officer walk around the cafeteria. I hold my breath when he stops some girl putting a sack of flour in her bag. He pulls it out, and it's- Clarice! I walk over to the police officer and thank him. The girl just rolls her eyes and says a word that-shall-not-be-named.

And before Nathan gets out of the lunch line, I have Clarice back on the table, and I'm studying for the English quiz tomorrow that I'm gonna fail.

And I just laugh when he jokingly pretends to feed Clarice some Sun Chips.

Sure, maybe I'll tell him the whole story some day. Like in December, when we're done with our self-defense unit in gym.

~Kim~

P.S. I'm Clarice's godmother.:)