1 Bread and 1/4 Cup Fruit

So apparently bread is a standard unit of measurement? I was eating an apple turnover and there in the nutritional facts was this message:

Contains 1 Bread and 1/4 Cup Fruit

Which I thought was just kinda weird. In fact I would have written it off as a joke if I hadn't decided to examine my bag of pancakes later on.

Yes. You read that correctly. My bag of pancakes

Maple Bursting? I thought they were kinda bland...

Ignoring the fact that such a thing exists and what that says about society, there on the back was this

Contains the Equivalent of 2 Bread

So I guess that's it. Bread is a standard unit of measurment. Clearly.

Have your own crazy bread equivalent stories? Cool. Tell me 'em.

i know you are out there russian audience

The Relay Team

Swim season is officially over now that I've made my way to state and back. But in reality it's just begun.

You see, our little quest for state got me thinking...there just aren't enough swimming movies out there...

The idea came to me while at a swim meet. My relay team, two freshmen and two seniors needed to drop six seconds to make a state cut. We came from a school that was more about IB and academics then sports. It all just seemed like the plot to another "based on a true story" tale. So I figured, why not make it one?

I know, I have a million and one stories planned out but this is one that I really want to see soon. I lived it. I don't even have to stretch the drama much because we didn't even make a state cut till the last meet anyways.

So I'll write the book and pray it get's picked up by someone who see's it's big screen potential. And the second they do, I'll have a swim team to call up.

Because there is no way I'd want to see it without them.

Thunderbird and The Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Collection of Events

Alternate Blog Post Title: A Series of Unfortunate Events

So I turned 15 back in January. I proceeded to break my iPod. And then a bunch of other kinda sucky things happened.

Dang it. This was supposed to be a really angry post. I'm too passive aggressive for this crap. I am Canada.

Today I spilled soda on my homework. Which really just...blergehgekjshdkashdk

That's alright though. I've got a pretty big ray of light shining through the clouds in that my relay made state!

Woo swimming!

I know what all you seasoned readers are thinking "Hey didn't you quit swimming like forever ago?"

Yes. But I was kinda sorta forced on to the high school team and well, as it turns out my competitive edge was never REALLY dull.

I will really attempt to update this blog more often...jeesh....

LATE BREAKING NEWS

We have just received word that Mr. Numbers brother, Mr. Texty, has taken charge of Thunderbird Productions Communications branch.

Last week the former chairman Mr. Poundkey, who replaced the beloved Mr. Numbers earlier this year, got into a horrid accent. He was still able to work but everyone was in agreement that a replacement needed to be sought. Today we have a confirmation that Mr. Texty has filled that spot.

"I'm going to try and run this branch the same way my brother did, because his methods were extremely effective and that's what this company needs." Mr. Texty said in his announcement speech earlier today. Everyone at Thunderbird productions is delighted to hear that Mr. Texty has taken charge and it is rumored that Thunderbird herself never really liked Mr. Poundkey that much anyways.

So I broke my phone. I dropped it and the screen cracked. It was still functioning, just extremely hard to read. The screen was also progressively getting worse, so I needed a new one fast.

I got my old phone, just a new version of it. It's blue instead of green, but it works the same and I'm in love.

I say farewell to my old phone's habit of butt dialing and hello to my habit of accidentally sending texts to twitter.

And That's What You Missed On...

ME!

Okay, I've been absent from the blogosphere. But I don't want you all thinking I left for Tumblr.

Because I've actually been kinda absent THERE too.

And if you pay attention to my handy little Twitter thingy, you'd see i've been missing there as well.

So if I was not on the internet (because let's face it there is no chance I was on Facebook) where in the world was I?

The short answer is, I got busy. I was on tech crew for my school's production of Sweeney Todd. That sucked up two weeks of my life essentially. Not to mention several Tuesdays before hand. I'm still working on catching up from that lack of sleep so my late night ramblings have been decidedly left out.

I'm here now though, and do I have a story?
Mmmmmrph....sort of no, sort of yes.
I have lots of interesting things that happened, but a nice story? Not really.

For instance, today I thought I was being robbed.

I had just gotten out of the shower and was all wrapped up in my towel when I heard the doorbell. I figured my dad would get it so I continued to be an extremely slow person. I assumed it was my friend Sophia, and then I realized it was almost seven and there was no way Sophia would be coming over now. Out of curiosity I left the bathroom (Still covered in my towel) and went to my room to peek through the blinds. I looked and to my great surprise, there was no one there. I heard a knock and so I panicked and ran back across the hall into the bathroom. I closed the door just in time, for the second I closed that door, someone else opened the laundry room door. They called for Rebbecca or someone, said hello a few times, before finally leaving. I listened to the car start and drive away.

When I calmed down enough, I ran back to my bedroom and got dressed. Now fully clothed I headed to the laundry room to...I don't know, look for clues I guess.

On the floor was a green reusable bag. Inside was food.

I was confused and proceeded to send a mildly panic-y text to a friend.

Later I discovered it was a friend of my neighbor's who had the wrong house.


SEE?

NOT AWESOME STORY.

And The Winner Is...

So today I set out to chase the bus again.

Well no, that's not exactly true.

You see, I had just said farewell to Sam as she got on the bus and I was talking to my other friends Erin and Katie, waiting for the bus to leave.

However, mid-sentence I was cut off by the honk of a horn. Looking up I saw the bus driver looking right at me. He pointed ahead of him.

He was making sure I was ready for the race.

And so race I did. When the bus reached the stoplight the bus driver opened the door and said quite plainly

"You win."

As the bus drove away I saw Sam staring at me out the window, shaking her head lightly.

Sorry Sam. I don't think I could stop now even if I wanted to.

Bus Hero

So this week I've been getting in a little extra exercise.

I have been chasing my friend Sam's bus, bus 130, as it leaves school.

It started out as a joke between me and Sam. But today I think it might be something more.

On every other day I've been chasing it, someone chased it with me. Today however, I was alone.

I stood outside the bus waiting for it to leave. I keep hearing cheers and people were raising their hands which gave me the impression bus 130 was different from my old bus 22-11.* When it finally got going I walked along side it. The bus sped up and I jogged with it.

Suddenly it stopped.

I was used to this. It takes the bus awhile sometimes to pull out of the lane and onto the street.

It started again. I followed.

The bus stopped. I stopped.

The bus speeds up and I'm running to catch up as soon as I do, the bus stops again.

I look over and see the bus driver laughing. All the kids are watching me through the window. My little joke with Sam has gained some attention.

The bus speeds up for the final time and I run with it till it reaches the stoplight. Of course, the light was red so I got to stand there as a bus full of kids cheered me on and waved. A few of them even knew my name it seems because as the light turned green they called it out as they passed.

I wonder what they'll think when I do it again on Monday.



*That actually didn't surprise me. Bus 22-11 was pretty crazy. But that's another post...