Why Maia Turns Everything Into Death.

Hey guys, so guess what I'm doing? Blogging!!! Guess what I'm not doing? Math homework!!! Yaaaaay Madiiiii the extreme under-over achiever. Ha ha you probably don't know what I mean by that do you? No? OK, I'll explain.

OK so in case you don't know, I'm in IB or the International Baccalaureate program. I seriously just had to Google how to spell baccalaureate. Awesome, I know. Anyways, it's supposed to be for smarty pantseseseses. Like "gifted" but not. Anyways, it's a really good program, and I'm in it. I get really good grades (last quarter I got straight A's), so compared to a lot of people I suppose I am an overachiever. But then, I'm not. Like, there are grazy (I did that on accident but it kinda fits so I'm leaving it, like crazy good grader people? Grazy? Never mind.) girls who are like EXTREME ULTRA OVER ACHIEVERS TO THE MAX! Yeah. The ones who actually understand geometry right away. See that? I'm in Geometry in 8th grade! That's over achievery....I'm in advanced math! But then I'm like "I could be doing my homework right now....nah I'll watch the Incredibles!" That's like, a direct quote from Facebook. And so I end up doing my homework at 10:30 at night. But ya know what? LEONARDO DA VINCI WAS A HUGE PROCRASTINATOR! SO THERE! He also would start a lot of projects and not finish them. That's me! I mean, as far as side projects...I go through a lot of phases....yeah.

My shoulder hurts....but why?

OH MY GOD OH MY GOD OH MY GOD I JUST THOUGHT OF SOMETHING TO TALK ABOUT OH MY GOD!

So.....ya see my house has this lovely thing called a basement. Originally we were thrilled to have it! It's finished and really nice and cool in the winter. But then....MAIA CAME. See, Maia has this amazing ability to turn everything awesome into DEATH! So she hired the cats to go PEE EVERYWHERE! AND IT'S TOTALLY DIGUSTING BECAUSE IT SMELLS REALLY BAD AND IS ALL GROSS TO WALK IN AND LIKE SERIOUSLY YOU COULD DIE! And she decided that cleaning up after herself and doing logical things like walking 6 feet to a trash can to throw stuff away was for losers!
So the effect =
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If ya know what I mean. "CHAOS AND DISGUSTINGNESS" that's Maia's motto. So then, there's innocent little me who was innocently walking downstairs to do innocent little laundry. Usually, I just kinda close my eyes, hold my breath, and get in and get out. But I thought inncoently "Hey, why don't I start cleaning this up?" BAD IDEA! Because with me, once I start cleaning it's hard for me to stop, and I mean really, my work was cut out for me. Let me see....there was stale months old candy EVERYWHERE, and cat pee EVERYWHERE, and candy wrapppers EVERYWHERE and Maia's stupid toys EVERYWHERE. EVERYWHERE I TELL YOU EVERYWHERE! I filled an entire shoe box to the top with just candy wrapper alone. Think about that. Wrappers=small=LOTS of wrappers! And oh my god it's EVERYWHERE! SO when I FINALLY did everything I could do (put all toys away, arranged chairs/toyboxes, threw away all trash, ect.) there was still the little floor issue. OK, never mind. There was the MONUMENTALLY BIG floor issue. So this weekend I get to look forward to cleaning floors and vacuuming so I don't die of toxic cat fumes or humiliation at my party. Stupid Maia. Stupid cats. Stupid, stupid, stupid.