An Introduction to Laura

Hi :)

This is Laura posting, and I am exactly one half of the creators of this blog.

Now that I have the absolutely stupid first sentence out of the way, I can move on.

I live in Ireland, in a house. I have two sisters, a brother, parents, and a dog. If you want to read more about me, just click my profile button (gosh now, didn't that last part sound like a cheesy dating site line?)

Now for a

***!!!RANDOM POINTLESS STORY!!!***

You may wonder, as you read this blog, "Why RANDAMUSING? Does it have some hidden meaning? Is it a subliminal message? Is it a dirty euphemism? WHAT IS IT??!!"

Well, it's not. Randamusing = Random + amusing. Because

1. Claire and I are random and amusing (we hope)

2. This blog will be random and amusing (we also hope)

3. This blog may contain random musings (we know)

***!!!END OF RANDOM POINTLESS STORY!!!***

Apparently, Claire will be posting about her celebrity crush David Boreanaz. Yes, the man is gorgeous, but I intend to broaden my horizons and post not one, but TWO hot male pictures here for you. Enjoy.

If the school I go to had more teachers like that, I would most definitely be more eager to do my homework.

Speaking of school, today I had an awesome clip and clipped my hair into a messy bun-ponytail thing and stuck two mechanical pencils out of it like chopsticks kind of. It looked awesome.

Until my crazy short music teacher stared at me as if to suggest I was crazy and said, in a voice dripping with poorly-verbally-composed venom (although since she is all of 3ft 10inches tall it came out more amusingly ignorant to other cultures where they put mechanical pencils sticking out of buns)

"LAURA! Take those OUT! Do you want to go to Miss Prittstick*?"

Laura: "I'd really rather not. Miss Prittstick scares the crap out of me and I like my face the way it is, thanks. Besides, you are obviously amusingly ignorant to other cultures where they put mechanical pencils sticking out of buns and this is blatantly appalling. Also, I am tired of revising the scale of C major for literally the 47th time since you became a substitute teacher in October. I am starkly, painfully aware of the fact that it has absolutely no sharps or flats. And has it ever occurred to you that there would be no better time to wear a different outfit than the painfully monotonous one you have persisted in wearing since you came to this school in October than right now?"

But of course I did not really say this. Instead, I meekly began tugging at the pencils which had become lodged inside my messy bun/ponytail thing and replied:

"No thanks Miss. But I understand all this already...."

She turned away, obviously having no reply to my sharp wit and infallible logic.

Some teachers are so stubborn it is simply pointless to even attempt to argue with them. I have learned the hard way that Miss Twig is one of them.

*Alter ego code name for the crazy creepy scary teachers mentioned in the first post. All the teachers have code names so we won't be stalked by creepy perverts who sit hunched over their 14 year old computers wearing only a pair of Homer Simpson boxers and a t-shirt (3 sizes too small) that says "PerV College Class of 1916".