CHERRY MISTMAS! ♥

Oh my god. I can't believe it's Christmas Eve. Things have gone by so fast.

But that's what everyone says.

My dad wants me to make a blog, but I don't really want to tell him that I already did, nearly a year ago, and that I talk about a bunch of things he does on it.

I have gotten a shitload of socks. Seriously.

I make it my personal goal to wear them all. I'm wearing my vanilla-scented ones right now.

I still know that a bunch of people never comment and never rate, but view my blog. What should I supply you with?

...

Screw it. I'm not supplying you with anything. Just keep reading.

I was going to mention that I just added the peanut butter and jelly sandwich to the back of the title. It has nothing to do with the blog itself, but I love it. I found it by typing 'LISTEN HOT STUFF' into Google Images.

Which brings me to another point. I can see how you find my blog. And I see that someone found my blog by typing 'Why can't we all wear loincloths' into Google.

I was actually going to write a whole post about them, but then I thought ''It would be awfully weird if you didn't tell anyone that you type Ke$ha lyrics into Google when you're bored."

Hyperbole and a Half has become one of my passions. Seriously.

So has Harry Potter. I need the second book. Like, now.

Don't spoil it for me, please. I know enough about it to ruin a good bit.

I'll update this tommorrow. My stomach hurts too much to write anymore. Oh wait. I'll write some more, nevermind.

For dinner, guess what I made? Madartej, or ouefs da la neige (or something like that). It's like vanilla cream/custard with little edible styrofoam puffs.

I named the puffs Uofies.

My dad made this fish soup (delicious). You're supposed to make it with trout, but he just dug through the freezer and dumped whatever he could find into the pot. He found salmon, shrimp, and clams.

My mom made a big, delicious German Chocolate cake with little pink hearts on as a topping.

Alright, I'll seriously update this tommorrow.

My Thouhts On Staying Up Late

NEVER DO EET.

YOU WILL END UP LIKE ME.

My friend showed me a website called Hyperbole and a Half, and after nearly coughing up a lung from laughing, I thought it was time to draw a simple picture of what I thought about the website.



So after this dramatic 'outlet of human energy'.

It's me riding on the back of a goose.

I seriously need to lay off eating sandwiches and hot chocolate after 10 pm.

I mean.

BWAHAAHHAHAHHAHA.

I can be simple sometimes, but now I'm just mentally insane.

I know how happy you must be that I posted.

I saw a Chicago Bulls game yesterday.

It was...weird.

I'm going to go take a nice long nap now...

Changes...

Yep, the blog changed, in honor of Chicago 2010's first snow on December 1st. I know it's the 4th. Deal with it.

Also, I changed the font and the colors and the background. If you can't read this, deal with it.

If the text is too small, I'll give you three options: 1. Suck it up. 2. Get a magnifying glass. or 3. Push 'Ctrl' and '+' a bunch of times to zoom in.

It'll be Saint Nicholas Day on...Monday, but my family held it today and I got pressies :3

Presents, I mean.

I got wonderous fur-lined snow boots, along with some gloves. I got chocolate flavored like eggnog, pie, and peppermint, which I'm eating right now.

After I opened a bunch more things (fine, not a bunch), and my dad opened his 8-piece knife set, I suggested that we make...Ready for it?

CHARLIEISSOCOOLLIKE ULTIMATE BURGERS. OH YES. YOU READ THAT RIGHT.

No. There's a channel on YouTube called SortedFood Right here and they featured charlieissocoollike to make inside out burgers with them.

And that's here...

So we made that for lunch. They turned out pretty good, except I got the biggest one, so I only ate...that one, leaving my parents to eat 5 burgers.

I stupidly bought 12 hamburger buns. I thought the burgers would be smaller, since there were 2 pounds of beef. Two pounds of cow.

And instead of pretty-cheap American cheese, I decided to use my dad's expensive Gouda cheese, covered in cheese wax and all.

So it was delicious.

I must say that I don't post often, and I really know that. You don't need to tell me. But I have, em, a life and places to go, so I can't post everyday. I admire you if you can. Slightly. Not.

I also noticed that in my last post I was pretty angry at something.

That post got a one star review. I'd like to know that person. Why one star?

People, if you must rate me, then at least mark a tag. Then I'll understand what was wrong with the post. If you can't leave a comment.

I mean, the one star person could have marked it because they hated me. Or because they disagree. They thought I was too whiny. Or simply because their mouse slipped. I'll never know.

And if you don't speak much English but want to leave a comment, go ahead and do so in your own languague, I have Google Translate to help me.

I've gotten a lot of viewers from Russia and Denmark lately, so if you want to leave a comment in Russian or...Denmarkish (I know that's not right), feel free?

I think that'll be all.

I Hate...

I feel like ranting. Don't take it personally.

Here gose nothing.

I hate the word 'duh'. I hate it when it's obivious, and that I'm such an idiot to see it a different way.
I hate being called an idiot.
I hate getting less views because I don't post (DUUUUH).
I hate that I get pressured into writing posts.
I hate being called ugly.
I hate these teeth.
I hate that I can't tell this to anyone in person.
I hate that I can't be mean.
I hate that there's a rule against going up to people and punching them in the face.
I hate self control.
I hate that if I get kicked in the shin, nothing happens, who cares. I hate that if I touch you, you cry.
I hate that I'm supposed to care.
I hate that you don't.
I hate that if you read this, you'll be tempted to leave a comment. 'I don't care. You just suck.'
I hate that no matter how many times you tell me, I'll forget.
I hate that I can't even control myself typing this. I just am.
I hate that I can write a thing like this and not feel guilty.
I hate people who think that the world will end because of __Insert self-absorbed word here___.
I hate that I can't fly.
I hate that I can't MAKE THEM SHUT UP.
I hate when people lie to me.
I hate when I hate things.
I hate when I feel sympathy for things that deserve none.
I hate...I hate being hopeless.
I hate when you ridicule me. You never had permission. Only he is the one I allow to call me an elephant and get away with it.
I hate those girls. The ones who think they have it all.
I hate...puberty x3
I hate it when they tell me to lose the attitude. Look who's talking.
I hate it when people yell louder when you tell them to shut up. (ex. 'Dude, shut up.' 'DON'T YOU TELL ME TO SHUT UP! WHAT DID YOU JUST TELL ME?')
I hate it when I wish it would all be over.
I hate homework.
I hate eating Expo markers.
I hate that there can only be one lucky girl.
I hate that whether or not it's me, I'll feel guilty.
I hate that I grew up.
I hate this list.

Good bye. ♥ I love you.

Only if you're someone I love, however.

Brown Duck Fucks At Haunted Houses In Midsummer

If you read the title, you'll know what this post is about. So let's go :D

Brown.
This is probably one of the worst inside jokes ever. Me and AJ were sitting in the front of a laundromat, looking like hobos. AJ was showing off her new highlighters to me.
She switched all of the caps around, so that green had a yellow cap, and orange had a green one, etc.
She was giving me somewhat of a retard test, and I was failing because I'm always SO TIRED when I walk home from school.

So she points to pink. "What's this color?" "...Brown." And I start laughing so hard that I can't stand up. I try to, but keep laughing, falling back into a squating position that looks like a retarded dog taking a crap, and say 'Brown.' again, laughing harder.
At this point, a guy in a suit walked in and thought I was taking a brown. So I stood up.

Next topic!

Duck Fucks =D As you know, this is an exciting topic.

It's a poem. A limerick poem. Enjoy.

There once was a sad little duck,
With the deep want, almost urge, to fuck.
Then our friend Ted,
Sadly just said,
'Guess I'll have to hire a shmuck.'

So then the sad little duck,
Still implanted with the urge to fuck,
His friend said,
'You know what Ted?
I think that I'm also a duck...'

'Implanted with that urge to fuck.
So don't run yourself over with a truck.'
With that said,
They skipped off to bed,
Oh yes, they were in quite good luck.

So now bouth Ted and Jerry
Went off they were merry
Butts loaded with kids
You ask how they did?
The truth, those kids were quite hairy.

I know what you're thinking, Barry.
That in truth, your aunt is quite scary.
But my dear sweetie,
You're in for a treatie,
The truth is quite the contrary.

Because my dear cousin Barry,
The kids, yes hairy,
But the truth,
Now you don't need a sleuth,
Is that I'm the mother of that same Jerry.

THE END.

Haunted houses!
AJ was a little innocent girl at a haunted house tour, which was so scary.
Not the tour, her. Haha. I'm dodging that 'kill'.
Either way, it was amazing. She had a week to memorize 3 minutes of speech and...with much me as audience she did. It was really great.

The makeup made her look like she'd been punched, but otherwise, it was great. The dress was...puffy at the lady parts (har har) so they had to fix that and put bows in her hair. That added to the innocent look.

But a little more in depth on the tour. There was a little booklet with about 3 sentences of info about the 5 houses you went to. There were I'd say about 25 people on each tour (I was tour G).

What happened was that there were people set around the city, pointing out which way to go. Then you'd meet a person at the steps of the house, who tell you as much info as they knew about the ghost living in the home.
Then, they'd step aside, and a person dressed as the ghost would come in, and say somethings about the expiriences from the ghost point of view.

It was so cool. <3

Last part of the post! I promise!

I went to Midsummer Night's Dream, as you know.

But today, I got my boots on at the end of school inside, which took quite awhile, so Kat and AJ were crowded along my locker bay.
I started to tell the story of some ID mix-up or something or another, and this guy comes up to me, taller than me, quite...large and blond, his face red and goes "I COMPLETELY AGREE WITH WHAT YOU'RE SAYING! ABSOLUTLY!"
All of us look at him and he smiles. "You know I was talking about class, right?" I say.
"Uhh...yeah. But I still agree! =D"
"Wait a second...Aren't you the guy from BRAVO? Midsummer Night's Dream?" Me and AJ say at once.
"Yeah. =D"
Since I can't just say "OH, YEAH, YOU'RE THE ASSHEAD!" I beam and nod.
"Well, I have to go. See ya!" He walks toward the exit we exit through.
"Not bye! We're going the same way! Unofficial stalkers!" I wave with my armful of shoe and violin.
"Uhh...I can just go this way!" He walks toward the other exit.
"We can too!" Me and AJ say, while Kat laughs.
"Ok, sure, um, k, bye, hai! =D"

The end. Bai bai

Down on the Farm, Where the Sky is Always Blue, Where We Never Kill the Pigs, And The Cows Never Poo...MY NEW HOME, FARMVILLE!

Ahblah. I actually never liked FarmVille. But the song is great. The Unofficial FarmVille song. Yay.

I haven't posted in such a long time. But I just ate myself sick today...ahurbg.

*eats another Twix* My stomach is dying.


Anyway. I went to Midsummer Night's Dream yesterday, the BRAVO edition. It was epic, but the script was in actual Old English/Shakespearian, so I could only understand bits and pieces.
I very clearly understood "AND I GAVE HIM THE HEAD OF AN ASS!" Everyone laughed, but the 50 year old guy two rows behind me started laughing so hard that you could barely hear the actors. Seriously.

I ate a pack of Peanut M&Ms there, a bunch of which were given away. Same with meh Skittles.

I swear if I eat any more, I'll pop. *eats lollipop*

I can't think of anymore stuff to barf up then spread over my keyboard, to put into words. Wasn't that poetic?

All You're Ever Gonna Be Is Mean (Sorry)

I. Cannot. Get. Glogger. To. Work. ARGTHSGTHGSHGTYUSTFREIYLGTFSEUILQTAI9B.

I'm in a comfy chair, typing on a wonderfully wonderful keyboard. Kat is right next to me, trying to top her 700 views.

I had sushi yesterday...Something called a tempura roll. It was absoulutely delicious, and it tasted like...corn dog. I love it.

I also found out that deep fried tofu tastes quite a bit like sweet cold stuff. Mm.

I have nothing else to write. I'm sorry.

Some Sex Related Talk Here...Don't Click Please x3

So yeah.

I was just thinking...why do we need to 'learn' about that 'stuff' in school? We do not need to know how many cells males have versus females. When we are having a job interview, we will not be asked how many eggs it takes to make quintuplets.
All the children have to grasp is: To get knocked up, insert Tab A into Slot B.

I would normally follow this through with a bunch of puberty related puns, but not now. The show must go on.

SPEAKING OF PUBERTY (ha, fell for it), we were divided for lunch today, boys on one side, girls on the other. The 'assistant principal' held this talk.

Side note: Having three assistant principals tells kids that we are difficult now, so we need four principals to keep things from going too chaotic. Anyway.

She goes on and on about a 'Girl Group' secret from all the males on the planet. Then, cue the male, a guy walks in, just as the words 'No guy should know about this.' leaves her lips. He backs out of the door sideways and takes off running, screaming as he goes.

We were given a survey and a pencil, which I immediately snatched. The teachers told us to keep it annyoumous. My pleasure. I can write anything I want.
Here are my and a few other people's answers.

What do you struggle with? Staying serious on surveys and quizzes, and paying attention to topics such as this.

What do you have questions/want to know more about? How to become/seduce a vampire, how to fit in that dryer, how to become suicidal, how to drink a goose.

I am interested in __________(Sport, hobby, profession). Boy Scouts, Twilight, Facebook, Bustin Jeeber, eating ducks, etc.

Any questions/comments/etc.? Please don't kill me for being honest/awesome. Thanks. :)

Right then, a lady rather rudely ripped the survey and pencil out of my hands. Oh well. My voice has been heard.

Another quick thing before I go to bed...A story.


I was walking home after school, kicking up leaves quietly (yeah, it's fall here), stalking the 8th grader and 6th grader boys that I didn't know in front of me.
I was nearly at my house, and I was walking a lot faster than them, so I caught up.
8th grade dude heard me walking, and promptly grabbed 6th grade dude by the backpack and full-force yanked him out of my way, onto the lawn, about 4 feet away.

I gave them a weird look and started up the driveway, minding my own business.
I hear a voice behind me, the 6th grade dude. He's talking to his buddy. 'Dude! You just missed your chance!'
I laugh and turn around, and the two of them are staring at me. They both say 'Hi.' at the same time, then 8th grade dude pushes 6th grade dude's backpack, and off they fly, toward their supposed houses.

Huh.

That's it. I gotta go shower and sleep already...Short day tommorrow and the day after! <3

Oh, and I had Chipotle's today. Burrito. Delicious. Don't tell anyone. ♥

So...I Understand Kosher

From the tiny bit of Wikipedia I read, 'kosher' doesn't refer to Jewish people caring about the environment, going "Oh...we shouldn't eat anything with a face...". Nope, apperently how it works is they are extremely picky in what they eat, and that anything that isn't fit to their liking is 'filthy.' Ok.

No, I love Jewish people, but this just makes no sense. Thankyouverymuch.

I went to see the Lion King (Broadway!) on Sunday, which is where the name change came from. It was really great, and beautiful, and stuff.
But I have to give you the great bits.

It's important to know that I was sitting on the very right, on the balcony, in the very front. There was a mini balcony/stage built about 5 feet away from me, which was where the drummer guy had his drums.

So the play starts in on the magical song 'The Circle Of Life'.
All is great, but since that mini balcony is still, practically, stage, an actor can go up there.
Guess who came up there?
A slightly fat, slightly sweaty man, wearing nothing but an 'intermediate loincloth' (a piece of fake leather around his manly parts). He has a large stick which he is beating to the ground to 'keep rhythm.' His mask was a mountain goat, but its horns were ridicously huge, and the mouth was slightly open, revealing the sharp and shiny front teeth. It must've been great to have to drum next to him.

Another thing was when Simba and Mufasa are talking, Mufasa was discussing that 'Anything that the light touches is ours.' Simba here has to point into the crowd and say 'What about that shabby place over there?'
And yes, he pointed straight at me. Huh.

The grown-up Simba kept dancing on the (my) right of the stage, usually staring in my direction. I started to stick my toungue out at him, and he nearly cracked up on stage. Life.

So that was it for the exciting day.

People keep annoying me about 'If you don't blog, then you don't get viewers!' 'You don't blog!' 'VIEW MY MOTHER- BLOG!' ...Ok. I might. But then I might not.

Signing off.

OH, one more thing. I convinced some people that I have a 19-year-old boyfriend who lives in England called Charlie. ♥

You Make Me Crazier, Crazier.

Whenever I hear that song, I think of Taylor being lifted up at the waist and getting spun around, laughing in the rain, wearing a blue dress and no shoes, in the middle of a field. Ah.

I have a ton of weird stories, like how I'm one of the only people who can actually advertise math without it getting ripped apart.

I started reading 'Catching Fire'! Yes! I can read anything that Suzanne Collins writes. She's amazing.

I also can proudly now say that I own a flying pig! He's small, but he's glass and has fragile little wings and a huge body. So in other words, he looks like me.

I don't know what to talk about anymore. I got featured on another website, but I don't know how. Apprently, it led some other people here.

Hey you. If you're reading this, and just saying 'I'll get over with the post soon, and then I'll click next blog', then thanks. You're close to the end, I promise.

I'm also reading manga, one about a karate kid type thing (Ranma 1/2) and a messed-up love story type thing (Hot Gimmick).

My room was recently cleaned by my mom, so I have no idea where ANYTHING is. It's like dropping a bomb on the space and saying 'At least you won't have too much stuff to worry about.'

Math is getting harder. The problem is, I'm not smart. Not a prodigy. I just learn things faster...if I actually want to. I need a good reason. 'It's your education.' is not a good reason.

Why are my parents, or more specfically, my dad, being so...manner obsessed? He burps and farts and sleeps in his underwear in front of the TV. Why should I keep my mouth shut if he doesn't?
And people wonder why I like animals better.

Tommorrow is Scratch Saturday, when I make food from scratch. I also am a lot more itchy on these days.

I wonder how long this post actually is by now. Hmm.

If you're still reading, I truly love you. Not that way. Though it's possible.

I guess that's really all. It's the end! :D

Black Suits Me. I Suit You. Then he kissed me. I'm not sure I like black anymore.

AH-MAZING! NEW POST! LOOKIE HERE!

Now that I have your attention.

Yeah, I'm busy.

There are guys I chase, and guys who chase me, and guys who just high-five me in the hall and tell me that I'm getting motivated. There are is a guy I'd ask to the Halloween Dance, aka the Monster Mash Bash.

And then there are girls, my gal-pals, my...Fab Five. Busy yes. Bored no.

The quote up yonder is from a book, called I heart you, You haunt me. Yes, I admit that it made me cry. Quite a lot. I guess I somehow understood the concept of 'dead boyfriend'.

This blog's views dropped, of course, since there were no posts. Obviously. But here's a fail one to make up for it.

I got this from another friend, but if you're someone I don't know, and you comment, then you get a post written about you, my first impression, etc.

That's pretty much all. Still love all you guys that click on my blogs. Yeah. <3

Cause You're Hot When You're Cold, You're Yes When You're No

I know, I know. I haven't blogged for a while now.

Well, I had an interesting convo in school, mainly concerning the word 'Hi.'

But more importantly, I got into this thing in school called BRAVO. BRAVO stands for Band R______ Acting Vocals (?) Orchestra.
Mainly, it's acting, singing, and dancing, to create a play/musical. This is the program that did the Jungle Book, which I talked about in my post called 'I wanna be like you, human too.'

I got into what's called BRAVO Crew, in other words, backstage. I don't know what I'm doing yet, but my choices on my form were makeup, props, and painting. So far, so good.
I feel that I techinically flunked it, since it said: 'Power tools?' 'None' 'Sewing?' 'None' 'Backstage expirience? None' The only thing that got me in was mainly turning it in two days after getting the form.

But I'm excited for this. Yay.

I also found out that there are wonderful people who post virtual dance games onto YouTube, so you can dance to a virtual game through virtually seeing it.
In English, this means that I can play a game called 'Just Dance' without a Wii, or actually buying it.

Just Dance is a game like Dance Dance Revoulution, but you have actual dance moves, other than hitting arrows. Really fun.
If I find a good version, then I can dance to it and everything.

I also just got back from making: calamari, a lemon and herb turkey roll, and two fruit tarts.

Saves and goes to bathroom: 6:10 pm

Baack. The fruit tarts had cream cheese, kiwis, strawberries, blueberries, and raspberrys on it. So good!

I won't post the story of the 'Hi' until later. Entertain yourself with this much until then...

I Dared You To Kiss Me And Ran When You Tried

Oh gosh. Active weekend update.

Well, I just finished a bit of my homework, but I still have a crapload of Social Studies.

This weekend, I went to...(prepare thyself) an outdoor opera. In the middle of Chicago. I didn't enjoy it.
The singing got boring after a while, since it was all in Italian or some other languague, but it wasn't bad.
The concept of outdoor opera is supposedly: A covered stage and a velvet floor for the performers, grass for the viewers to sit on. You look at the sky and count stars if you don't want to listen or pay attention.

The opera started at 7:30, but if you wanted to sit down, I kid you not, you have to be there by 5:30. Are these people completely mental? "Stay outside for two hours until this show starts. Shut up, stop complaining. At least you're sitting!"

I sat down under a tree, and texted AJ in boredom, looking like a modern hippie runaway. I didn't notice that I had sat down on the wettest patch of earth, so when I went to ask my dad for a piece of candy or something, I noticed that on my pants, there was a huge, wet mark.
In other words, it looked like I had pissed the hell out of myself, and wasn't ashamed to let about 500 other people see.

At 11 pm, I finally got home. Ah.

BUT! On Friday, I went to my first ever football game. Rah, rah, rah. It was the OPRF Huskies vs. The Nameless Batch Of Green
AJ's brother was in the band, and I screamed his name so many times that my throat felt like it was bleeding. A spicy pretzel and a gallon of Powerade didn't make it feel much better.
AJ also dared me to scream 'ZANE! CALL ME!' into the crowd of band students. I pointed out that this would be useless, since I already had his phone number. I called him instead and made hand-heart signs.

I love this. School in about 10 hours. Might as well get some sleep. Bye?

Just A Tiny Post. Rate Me?

I still think that I have ADD. Just saying.

Anyway, I've added the post starring system and the 'Funny/Interesting/Cool' system for the blog.

Guys, I'm sorry, I don't want to sound naggy, but all those wonderful people that just stumble upon my blog, if you don't comment, just give me a few stars, to tell me what you think.
I have...what? 250 views or so now? That's amazing. Please leave just a rating. So I know you're out there. Please?

So. A real blog post. I've been getting a huge pile of homework, every single day.
I know, I know what you're gonna say. "So? I do too, but I don't whine about it to my viewers!" Followed by a rude hand motion of some sort.
But what I'm saying is, I, of course, can't blog as often. I am not leaving this blog, it's just that the posts will come slower.
"How much slower can they possibly come? They've been around since May and you have only 35 posts!" You say.
They still will. I have my schoolwork, which I wouldn't say comes first, but tags around second or third behind 'Social Life' and 'Interwebbing.' I'm sorry Blogger. You're fourth.

But I do hope you keep reading, and that more interesting things will happen, so you can read them. Oh! There was something that I might be able to make you laugh with, but I don't know. Here goes.

So, in our school, first of all, they don't allow backpacks in classrooms. They're big and heavy, and people can trip on them. Because of this, the school gave us all a 'sinchsack' or a bag. 'Sinchsack' is a word that if you say too fast and too many times, you could start spilling out curses.
Anyway, I had gym, and our gym teacher led us up to the 3rd floor gym. He told us to wait for a second, still standing.
As I looked around, I noticed that a lot of people had brought their sinchsacks with them. Mr. Watson noticed this too.
"Hey!" He pointed to the guy, I remember as CJ, who had an armful of books, binders, notebooks, and a sinchsack. "Are you new?" He asks him.
CJ shakes his head. "No." He looks around at the other people, all carrying sinchsacks.
"Then you should know! You don't need your sinchsack in the gym room! You've been going here for two years now!" Mr. Watson says, though it seems to echo back.
A few people raise their hands. "This is our first year!" They tell him. Mr. Watson shakes his head and mumbles to his computer.
End of discussion.

Also, in English/Literacy Skills/Languague Arts, we get LemonHeads almost everyday, making it my favorite class.

We also have to change for gym as well now. This I don't love.
The lockers are small, and four are stacked on top of each other, so you're technically sticking your head between someone else's legs to get to your locker. This is so because (short) people stand on the little edge to reach their lockers. Eh.

That's it, I guess. Comment/rate/vote/etc! Thanks!

Yep, They Found Out the Title

Well, the only person that commented as AJ, telling me that she did understand the little 'secret message' behind the blog title 'If You Seek Amy'.
I know, I know, a lot of you people I don't know might have seen it and said 'Oh! I know what that means!'
Yeah, well you didn't comment. So no recognition.

Me and AJ and Kat were walking, and once AJ actually got it, so did Kat. Yippee. I'm stuck thinking about a new blog name now. You'll have a post about that next.

So, for all the non-Britney Spears people out there, or who just don't really listen to the lyrics, the name was 'If You Seek Amy'. If you say this slowly enough or fast enough, it will come up 'F-U-C-K me'.

I save cursing for my real life and keep this blog kiddie-friendly, but for once, nope. If they can play that song on the radio, I can surely put it in a blog post.

That's all. Thanks to nerimon of YouTube for giving me this idea. ^3^

Youre Untouchable, Burning Brighter Than The Sun, Now That You're Close I Feel Like Comin' Undone

The Hunger Games! I love it. I'm reading the first book (called the Hunger Games...dur). That's all I really have to blog about, but it's really great. I recommend it.
There's fashion, there's fighting, there's romance, there's hard choices, there's gore, there's nature. Epic thing called a book.
Really. Go out and borrow it from the liberry. Better yet, buy it. Totally worth it.

Anyway, before I go back to my book-review days, which I hated, thankyouverymuch, I'm just going to say, again, thank you.
223 views or something. That's...crazy. I'm an average girl from Hungary. I just happen to find amazing people in my life.

I'd also like to say that there are fireworks going on outside my window right now. They sound like crumbling buildings, but I'm treating them like shooting stars.
I might start another blog soon, after I get AJ's permission for using the idea.
This idea is writing to a friend that moved away/left you/'broke up with you'/or maybe even died. You just write about your life to them...I'm going to start one to my sister if I can.

Can't really think of anything else to write. School rocks. Thanks for asking. I know this wasn't a proper post.

Oh! And I might have ADD, as told by me. Look it up.

Title is 'Untouchable' by Taylor Swift.

Reese's, Snickers, Milky Way, M&M

The title in the order I ate them all in.

I really have no idea what to blog about. So I'm just going to tell you guys that I love you. I really do. Here goes.

I love you guys (not in that way).

Yeah. But not out of pure joy and the pursuit of happehness, but because I just read my page views. Oh my god, every one who reads this. Oh my god.

How did I get 200+ page views? This is my 35th post, and it's...amazing. Here are the pageviews from the different countries, as of this second.


United States 197

Canada 6

China 2

Denmark 1

United Kingdom 1

Israel 1


South Africa 1

Wow you guys. I probably don't know a lot of you, but thanks for this. Keep reading, a real blog post should come soon.

All Those Other Girls, Well, They're Beautiful, But Would They Write A Song For You?

Teehee at the title, which makes complete sense in my world. I am going to go back in all of my blog posts, and edit them, to write in the song titles of the names of the posts (long sentence there.)

Anyway. School is awesome, the teachers are either boring or funny, etc. You want better stories than that. So here they are.

Awesome/Weird Story Number One: I was walking from the third floor of my school to the first, and I stopped on the second floor accidently, and started walking 'toward the science classroom' (this is possible, since all floors have the same layout). I looked around and noticed that I was on the second floor, not the first, and screamed "No! Not again! I'm not doing this again!" at a wall. 5 people turned around.

Awesome/Weird Story Number Two: I was walking toward my locker, minding my own business, when I see an 8th grade guy call out to his friend. His friend right away, accidently, drops all of his music homework.
I see that one of the papers is right by my feet, and pick it up, giving it to the 8th grade guy.
I start walking again, not really caring about it, when I hear a yell. "Thank you! You're a good person!"
I didn't know who they were screaming to, so I kept walking. "You! You're a good person!" To this, I turned around to see the guy waving the paper I'd given him, pointing to me.
"I don't know about you, but you're pretty good too!" I yelled back, and nearly walked into a wall. Good times.

Awesome/Weird Story Number Three: I messed up my classes, like in number one, and I walked all the way to where my locker would be on the first floor, but on the second floor once again.
I ran quickly down the stairs and 'power-walked' to my locker (since we're not allowed to run.)
I rushed to my locker, opened it, grabbed my science book, and slammed it shut. I turned around and saw another guy in my 'locker bay', who seemed to look up at me once I slammed it.
I gave a quick "Hi!" and continued walking, remembering this was the guy from my homeroom.
I kept walking toward the science classroom, when I hear footsteps and a voice that says "Which class are you going to?"
I turned around to see him. "Science. I'm so late! I thought I was on the first floor, but I was on the second!" I laughed nervously and kept on walking.
"Oh." He was trotting to keep up now. "All the girls are saying that Mr. Madel is cute or something..." He murmurred, but since he was right next to me, I could hear him.
Interesting convorstation starter. I thought, but answered. "Eh, he's ok. I mean, he's nice, but, to me, nothing of the sort." Now I laugh, and I'm nearly at the classroom.
He seemed incredibly relived to hear this. "Kay then. See ya around!" He skipped up the stairs.
I made it to class on time. Thank you.

Awesome Story Number Four: I was walking home, and telling my mom about how whenever I feel sad, I think about how either, 1. A person that I don't know says I'm a 'good person'.
My second one was 'I think about what babies would look like with mustaches.'
Just my luck, an 8th grader was biking by, and he turned around and yelled "What? I mean, what did you just say?"
"Mustache baby!" I tell him and he nearly, just like from my last blog post, crashes into a car. I love this city.


That's all for right now. Might edit this. Bye XP

So...The title here is 'Hey Stephen' by Taylor Swift.

I'm Pretty Sure You're the One For Me, They'll Stream Our Wedding On BlogTV

Another new name, another day.
Sorry for not blogging. I was getting married! Just kidding. I hope you didn't believe that. But I have had more guys...follow me with their eyes *ahem* since the start of...school! Yaay.

First of all. I love school. I love that you are stuck in a building for 7 1/2 hours with about 800 others. I love that you aren't stuck with your parents. It rocks.
I got a locker, and it's a good little locker, and it always opens for me. I have to tug the handle a little hard, but it opens no problem. All my other friends complain about their lockers not opening, but not me. I love my locker, I repeat.
My math teacher is James Bond.
But you want 'exciting' 'fast paced' stuff to read. So here you go.
You guessed it.

Guy stories.
In the order of rememberance.

Guy Story Number ONE: I was walking home from Border's and the dry cleaners, playing with my phone. I was carrying my dad's dry cleaned pants, and a Border's plastic bag.
So I'm minding my own business, not doing anything weird, while I hear a bicycle behind me (you know, you can hear those chains or the wheels or whatever.)
Of course, there's someone riding a bicycle on the road near me. And so I glance up from my phone, almost an instinct.
And I see a...high-school guy, probably in his first or second year, and he's staring at me while riding his bike top speed. So I'm just staring back, and he quickly looks away, and nearly crashes into a parked car.
I thought about giving his back the finger, but I applauded instead.

Guy Story Number TWO: I was coming out of my 'Speech, Drama, and Debate' class on third floor, walking toward the staircase to get to the first floor.
As I pass by the stretch of lockers near the staircase, I over hear a 7th grader/2nd year guy and an 8th grader/3rd year guy talking. I hear the words '6th graders...' and something about 'how tall they are these days.'
Making a quick decision, as I walk by them, I raise my hand and loudly say "6th grader!". I did this because both were shorter than me, and seemed unable to beat me up in anyway. And girlfriendless, no surprise there.
They notice me, and one yells back "Really?" I stop walking and turn back to face him.
"Yeah, really." I smile and wait for them to catch up, I'm halfway down the first flight of stairs.
"Wow, you must be kidding me! Not true!" He's wearing orange, I note. Dirty blond hair. A bit of chubbiness. He ran to keep up with me.
I keep walking down the stairs, hugging my bag. "True. I'm 11. 6th grade." I tell him, laughing.
His buddy is lost in the crowd somewhere. I'm on the second flight of stairs now.
"You must be in 7th, at least!" He insists, passing me. I'm pretty sure the 2nd floor is his destination.
"No! 6th!" I tell him, easily catching up.
"Might be hard to believe, but I'm in 8th grade." He laughs and runs his hand through his hair.
"Yeah, that's hard. I'm not changing my grade anyway." I laugh and skip down the second to last flight of stairs. "Bye!" I yell over my shoulder, though he's technically right there.
He shook his head and ran back up to the 2nd floor. Oh, how romantic. -.-

Guy Story Number THREE: I was walking toward home with AJ and Kat, us just chatting, our ID tags hanging from our necks.
I most likely look drunk, from my uneven steps and laughing like an idiot, and clapping. Anyway.
We were walking by an intersection, and we see a red SUV drive slowly past us.
As it slows, a guy leans out, probably in 6th grade, same as us. "Hi!!!!!" He screams, nearly falling out of the window.
AJ and Kat unromantically start laughing uncontrollably. I start laughing, and, thinking fast, I scream back "HI! I LOVE YOU!" And I do a hand-heart sign toward the now speeding SUV.
I seriously have no idea who that is. I hope I found out.
Guy in the SUV...we need to talk.


I'm ugly. No thoughts on that. Yeah. I love my life, because of these. Comment X)

The title is 'Mrs. Nerimon' by Italktosnakes.

Let's See...What Should I Name This One...

Well. I'm in the library with AJ, her cousin Katie, Kat, and her little sis Rachie. Still am. I was singing to CleverBot up to now.
Valuable info I found out from CleverBot is that hell is in her toaster, and Virginia is in Kat's.

When something's wrong, who you gonna call? TOASTBUSTERS.

Anyway...we have renamed the library the liberry. This is a delicious lime and berry drink with shavings and toppings of assorted book items.
Yum.

Because this is my blog, Kat. Mushrooms are not mentioned in a baby blog. Thank you.

AJ, I am not naming my children Alfanzo or Chuck Norris. Sorry. The two guys will be Xommon and Arkan, and the girl Winter. Thank you.

I hope you enjoyed my talkitve little post. That's all.

I Wanna Be Like You...Human Too...

As requested by AJ/superhyper, I am going to do a post about her BRAVO show, The Jungle Book. It's a little late, but better late than never. Fine, a lot late. Either way, here it is.

First of all, The Jungle Book is one of my all-time favorite books and movies. Love the Disney version, the book, etc. ♥

The actors were all awesome XD. AJ was a coil of Kaa the snake. Two of my other friends were palm trees. But it really was great. They didn't go a single second off beat, and they didn't skip any songs.
THIS WAS SO AWESOME, FROM MY POINT OF VIEW.
Usually they just skip all the songs, especially 'hard' ones. But all of them were in there too.

AJ was great, and I must add the fact that she didn't wear her glasses, so she was technically blind. And she was still the greatest. I'm not exagerating either.

This is a short post, but I really loved your show AJ. I'm going to the next show, whenever that will be.

My dad agrees, and he never agrees with anything. At 5 am, he woke me up with a 'AND THE OSCAR GOES TO...MISS A_____ J____!' (I have sensored her name from the interwebs, because...just because.)


Nothing else. Sorry for the little time gap in the posts.

The title is 'I Wanna Be Like You' from the Jungle Book.

A Baby Shower. Argh

Yesterday, like the top of the post implies, I went to a baby shower. No it wasn't for me, dirty minded people.

It was for a little 3-month old boy, and I was invited to take care of him, which I didn't do. The thing, called William was just passed around the circle.
I'm scared of holding babies. They are so fragile, and when they cry, it's hard for me to control my anger. I want to squeeze their soft heads with my hands, until they stop crying. It's so creepy.

Anyway! I noticed that I messed up a tag. It was supposed to be one tag, called 'Huge Update, OMFG'. But Blogger thought it meant that I wanted two, so that's what I have. 'Huge Update' is one tag 'OMFG' is another.
You don't need to know that, but now you do.

I'm also going to go on FaceBook, and recording me reading the posts off here. Yay.

I Have Decided To Rename My Blog (shock)

Yep. I have renamed it 'Here Comes My Baby' after my new favorite song, called, you guessed it, 'Here Comes My Baby.'
And to me, that's the most awesome name ever. Yes really.

But 'The Empty Space!' will never be forgotten. ^-^

The blog won't change to a 'heartless, empty-hearted, heartbroken heartbreaker' blog, so don't worry. Keep following.

The song was originally by Cat Stevens, but there was a modern remake by the Sons of Admirals, which is the version I prefer.
The Sons of Admirals are Charlie McDonnell, Edd Plant, Alex Day, and Tom Wilson. Yay.

On FaceBook, I started vlogging, because I'm not yet sure how to post to YouTube, and I don't want to yet.

BYE!

McDougal Littell Middle School MATH Course 2

I am actually studying the math book I'll be using next year, hence the title. Yeah, I have no life.
But that's not what the rest of this post is about...

What it is about is what I doodled on myself after I went swimming.
I had found a blue eraseable pen and, after eating a 'medium' from Ben and Jerry's, it seemed like a good idea to draw/write whatever came to mind.
And now I BLOG IT. Here goes.

Pictures On Left Arm:
The Back of A Tiger's Head
A Vampire Smiley
A '=D' Smiley
A '=P' Smiley
A '=3' Smiley
A '=S' Smiley
A Bear Paw
A Howling Wolf Head
An Elm Leaf
An Arrow Pointing Right
A Smudge

Writing on Left Arm:
'WALMART VS TARGE (smudge) T'
'Road Trip Wolf Girl'
'Buggy'
'Drawings'
'Hey'
'Hi!'
'MWA HA HA HA!'

Other Junk On Left Arm:
Left Hand Is Traced

Drawings on Right Leg:
A Fat Rabbit with Whiskers and This Face: ^-^
A Creepy Smiley with a Head
A Smudge

Writing on Right Leg:
'Weathe organs of cute little bunnies.'
'Sorry guys, I'm single.'


Done. Now two of my body parts are a piece of history.

Peace out.

AJ's So Pale, I'm Not Tan, Dad's Kinda Bitchy and But Yet All Man...Singing to the Moon, Thinking To Myself, Hey, Isn't Gabe Sleazy?

The title has really nothing to do with the post, since this will be the second edition of my:
'Pour-your-thoughts-out-on-the-keyboard,-arrange-them-into-words,-and-post-it-to-the-public.'

Well, first of all, I saw Kat today, finally. She is back from China, like I mentioned, and today we said hi to each other, and then...she had to leave. Of course.


I had another dream that I really haven't discussed with AJ, who usually 'interprets' or at least focuses me on thinking about my dreams.
So, here it goes.

The setting is like a desert, with gorgeous mountains and a blue sky as a background. So of course, this is in Arizona or Nevada.
It seems like I'm there for summer camp, with a bunch of people I don't know.
Except I apprently know one. This guy's (yes, guy's) name is Gio, which is short for Giovanni (I think.)
And I apprently am totally nuts over him. He was fighting...or something, so apprently it was a ninja/ninjustu camp. Not sure.
He looks kinda African-American, but I really can't tell. He has that almost completely shaved look for his hair, which is black. Tanned skin and this kinda crooked smile, like he's trying to hold back a laugh. He has black-brown eyes that seem to just be a passage to his hair.
My alive self can see why my dream self fell for him, kinda.
Anyway, I'm fawning over Gio as he fights, and this other guy, (no joke) flies in out of nowhere, with this rose. And he gives it to me, along with what looks like a huge neon Post-It Note.
This guy is gorgeous. He has scruffy light-brown hair that goes to the middle of his neck, super pale skin, and blue eyes that track my every move. I don't understand why my dream self doesn't love this guy.
I can't read it, because he doesn't give it to me, actually, just kinda holds it.
So my stupid dream-self puts my head on his shoulder (!) and reads the note.
'I am Viezenna. I have come to meet you.'
How corny, right? Viezenna, crap on his face, starts to walk away, making my dream-self follow him, my head still on his shoulder.
He puts his arm over my shoulder and we kinda walk, or I do this skipping thing to keep up.

Pause....

Then later, there's a play. I'm in it along with some other guy. It's kinda like a two-man show of Tarzan.
I was Thantor.
Thantor is an elephant. Yipee.
So I stomp around, and the Tarzan dude, (no crap) throws me to New York, and goes 'I need to go find a manly victim. Stay here'.
I nod and look at the United States Map next to me.
I point to (I think) Minnesota, and go "M-I." Then I point to some unknown state. "R-A."
Did I mention I point with my CLAWS now?
'This should be harder...LO..."

And then I wake up. Scared.


I also would like to mention that I now 'radiate' myself with a blue bouncy ball. I get high/a sugar rush off of it. Not sure how.


My awesome necklace is right next to me. I probably haven't explained the awesomeness of it yet.
It's a silver 'string', but the other beads don't move on it, first of all.
Then there's a little circle silver bead, and a turqiuose cylinder bead. Really tiny.
A little circle, then red.
A little circle, then yellow/gold.
A little circle, then black.
A little circle and green.
And then a break.
It goes down 'till the curve in the necklace, and then there is a Native American rug-like pendeant.
Attached to that are two silver feathers, with one turquiose cylinder bead on top of each.

It's so luffly. They stand for (named by me :])...
Turquiose in the string: Water
Red: Fire
Yellow/gold: Air
Black: Metal
Green: Earth
Pendeant-thing: Earth
Feathers: Sky



Such a long post X-X

The title is my spoof of a spoof called 'You Belong With Me', the original by Taylor Swift.

Updates to the Blog and Other Things that Come to Mind

WELL!
We have a gorgeous new background template, thanks to the template designer that comes with Blogger in Draft.
I decided that I should pay Mother Nature some 'respect', and change the background. It will be winter soon enough.

Also, there's a new poll on the side of the blog, go ahead and vote. It can only be open until September, since after that, I'll edit it and re-post it.

There's a slideshow that I installed, since I finally learned how to. The keyword is 'gemstones'. This will change when it feels like it should.

The blog is now nice and 'tidy', looking much better.


There is also a few movies I want to see, and since that's what came to mind, here I go...
First, I want to see 'Dinner for Shumucks', 'cause the actors look familar, and AJ's brother personally told me that it was good.

There's a movie coming to theaters called 'Vampires Suck'. It's basically a parody of the Twilight Saga. It looks hilarous, and since I read the books, this will be hil-arous.

'Alpha and Omega.' I have absoultly no idea what it's about, but it seems that wolfish-huskish characters are, for once, not the 'bad guys'. I must see it.


Also, welcome back, Kat! She is an admin and creator of a few of the sites/blogs on here, including 'Screaming Corn Puffs', 'Screaming Cheese Fan', and 'Been there, Done that'.
She's the one who introduced me to blogging, so you can go thank her and kiss her feet for all the idiotic stories I post. She follows this blog.
By the way, she came back from China.


The-the-the-that's all folks!

YOU WON'T BELIEVE IT!

Or maybe you will. Either way.

I HAVE THE MOST BOOTIFUL NETBOOK/LAPTOP EVAH! Blaaah.

Ok, I'll calm down. Kinda.
His name is Baby Toshi, and he's a Toshiba Netbook. He's dark blue and silverish. ♥
I'm typing on him right now. =)
But all good things come with a price, right? I did my little price roundabout too.

My parents left to get their haircut, me alone in the house. And this FedEx lady calls my home phone. "There's a package for you." But it sounds like "Thur's uh puckage fur yuh." I somehow understand and let her in through the door.
I skipped down to 'recieve' my package, which held my wonderful Baby Toshi. There are two elevators at my apartment complex, if you are just joining us.
I got down to the first floor and looked around, no FedEx lady in sight. I shrug and go back up, thinking that the lady might have gone up to the second floor, and I try to fidget. Then I remember. I have no keys. I have completely locked myself out.
I sit down in the one single chair in the hallway. I can only wait for my parents to get home. I sit down and put my head in my hands. Kicking down the door or pulling it out of the wall would make too much noise.
As I do self-pity exercises in the most uncomfortable chair there is and ever will be, a lady comes out of the elevator. Beeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeep.  Beeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeep. Goes the elevator.
"What happened, sweetie?" She asks me softly. I recognize her. The lady is our neighbor to the left.
"I got locked out." I manage to say. I don't know how I could explain this all.
"Ohhh..." And the lady toddled away, and I kept sitting there, waiting for my parents. A stupid haircut sure took long.
"Do you want to use my phone?" The lady is back, and I nod madly. I follow her to her apartment, the hot pink wall nearly knocking me off my feet. "Is she at home?" The lady asks me.
"Oh no...my parents are all at the...hair cuttery." I explain. The lady thought that my parents threw me out of the house, and refuse to give me my keys.
I pick up the phone and dial my mom's number. I stare at the mounted strawberry plates on the wall. Then the apricot version. Your call has been forwarded to an automatic voice messaging device. If y-. Shut up, Gladys, I tell the messaging device quietly.
I dial again. MICI! MIRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA! I hear screaming in the hallway. I jog out of the lady's apartment, seeing my mom in the hallway.

Happy ending. :)

ALSO, SCHOOL WILL START SOON! YES!

Library Helpers, Enemies, and Other Things

I've been helping at the library nowadays, and on my first day, I found out that I had to work with an enemy of mine, Gaberiel. You might remember him from a previous post mentioning his iPhone.
He is an enemy of mine because he likes me, without my permission. If he finds this, I'm screwed.

Anyway, it was our last day yesterday, and we had an ice cream party. My friend, who was also volunteering, (Shaharawr), brought a friend of hers, Olivia. And after the ice cream party, me, Gabe, Shaharawr, and Olivia were hanging out and talking, while Shaharawr and Olivia's moms talked.
At one point in time, Olivia's mom smiled at Gabe. "You're Gaberiel, right?" She asked him. Gabe stuttered out a yes, and looked to me for support, which I did not give.
"Oh, and you're Gaberiel's sister, right?" Olivia's mom asks me.
"NO!" Me and Gabe both scream, technically flying backwards, nearly falling over each other. I could almost see Olivia's mother thinking 'Oh. So they are boyfriend and girlfriend. So young these days.'

Note: This might have been because the only way to get back my movie tickets from Gabe was grabbing him by the arms and twisting them backwards. Me: 1. Gabe: 0.

I also freaked out a guy in library helpers. I was organizing in the staff room with Gabe and this other guy, when I go...

Me: Are you going to Brooks?
He: Yeah, but I go into 5th grade first.
Me: Do you...oh no, you don't go to Holmes...
He: What school do I go to then?
Me:...Lincoln. *random guess*
He: OH-MY-GOSH, HOW DO YOU KNOW THAT?!!!
Me: And your name is Henry.
He: OH-MY-GOD, HOOOOWWW!
Gabe: *laughs like retard in background, nearly dropping CandyLand: Dora*

I'm sure you enjoyed that -.-

Q&A Questions Segment!

Attention!

I'm holding a 'Question and Answer' thingabajangger.

You leave your questions in comments, I answer them. Ask anything, I seriously will answer, though not always truthfully.

This isn't a plea for more comments, but you guys must be bored just listening to be blab. (Ok, I'm positive you are.)

I'll do this every month or so. Comment only here.

Kbye.

Art/Creation Post

Oh meh gawd, this is going to be a fail art post. Have fun. It's an exibit, really.

Read her description. This is my pet mouse, who died. Read more about her. ♥ I love her ^^

This is an anthro of Cosmo the cat. She is supposed to be beautiful. I fail at beautiful. She's supposed to be love-struck. I fail at that too. She's an actual cat for a story of mine.

Janeelia, a rat fursona. Read her junk. I was bored, so I made her. I know the story sucks.

This is Poppyseed. She is a kitten at the moment, and a house cat. She is Whisper and Wind's kit, and has a brother and a sister, Spiral and Caramel.

Whisper. I don't know if you've already seen her, but here she is again. She is a mother now. She used to be deputy of an ally, but now she's a housecat along with Wind and her 3 kits.

I'll try and make one of these posts at least every month, if not every two weeks.

Yellowstone...Days 1 & 2

IT IS YELLOWSTONE BABY! Y TO THE E TO THE L TO THE...

It scares me. The forest scares me. All day, I feel only a few feelings...

1. I feel incredibly strong deja vu. I feel like I know where everything is, and what everything is, I just don't know the names. For instance, I knew exactly what an aspen tree looked like. o-0 I knew that we had to turn right to get to some location without a map. Creepy stuff.

2. I feel like the animals of the forest are watching me. Incredibly creepy. I feel golden eyes on my back.

3. I feel left-out. Let me introduce you to my crew.
Barna: The main driver. Huge nose and Calif. tan. Half of head + top is bald, rest has greyish hair. I go up to his shoulder. He drives like a f***ing mainiac. He goes at 60 mph on 30 mph roads, and actually blows his nose or turns around to dig in the backseat while he does it. o-o
Agi: Wife of main driver. Reminds me of grandmother. Pretty nice. Likes tea. Is shorter than me.
Tamas: Is sick with flu. Likes buffalo and old faithful. Blackish hair. Taller than me. Touches boiling water.
Judith: Wife of Tamas. Like black bears, but not up close. Generally quiet. Shorter than me.
My father...: Second-in-command driver. Steers while Barna is leaning out window...Taller than me by a bit. Touches boiling water.
My mom: Wife of second-on-command driver (obivously o-o). Likes moose and elephants. Loves the steam coming from geysers.

MY MOM IS ADDICTED TO GEYSER STEAM. =O Geyser steam or whatev it's called, smells like 8-day-old eggs. Blargh.

I'm too tired to finish the rest. Comment X-X

Campbell's...Mmm, mmm, good, POSSIBLITIES!

Actually, I've never had Campbell's Soup. I think I ate a Kampbell's Kids! Chicken and Noodle Puke Soup! once when I was little, but other than that, no. MOVING ON.

I really am not in a great bright sunny mood. Though I'm going to AJ's BRAVO show. That'll be fun.

I also want to talk a bit with myself, so here goes nothing.

me: hello, how am I?

me: I is good, how are me?

Hahaha, fail. That's not gonna happen. I want to post something, fill this post up with something worth reading. Other than my endless complaints.

I need a conscience and a life for a good price.

Meet Larkpaw everybody! =D She's made by me, trained by Cloudchaser ^-^

Had fun meeting her? Hope so. Was that pitiful? Thought so. Comment more, people who read my blog. Comment away. I want your opinion on junk I write.

Poem Corner Central! =D

I look out the window with angry red eyes.

I sit down and I eat an orange, think about my life for once..

I smell the yellow sunflower that I never got from the one I loved.

I hear the forest green trees whisper to me in the wind.

I lay down on my bed of blue snowflakes.

I find a bit of broken purple glass at my feet.

And then I realize.

I'm just a lonely rainbow,

Colored all the colors of desire.

Was that deep? XP

Oh gosh, I forgot all about Blogger! *crying face*

Well, I haven't blogged forever. I'll just start making a rant, see where I end up. Have fun reading.

First of all, I want to point out that the snow here has been off the ground for a while. My favorite season, however, has not been off the ground and remaining winter, so the background will stay.
I have started to try my hand at shapeshifting, which is becoming a different animal spirit. It's fun and hard, and feels magical. I'm such a newbie.
I have started to want to draw better, but it seems impossible on a touchpad laptop. So I have decided that I completely need a TABLET. LIKE NOW.
There was a f***ing tornado outside yesterday. It blew off some people's garages and crap, but we're all ok in this 'cozy' little town. Of course, my mother seemed not to notice that trees were nearly flying up in the air, so at the beginning of the thunderstorm and tornado, she cheerly tells me "Let's go to your piano lesson!"
My piano lesson is a half an hour of crap on a song I can play perfect, and it's about half a mile away, ON FOOT.
So I told her no, we should not go. So we all stayed huddled on the carpet in the living room, watching a reporter try to draw in a tornado warning sign. Epic fail. And of course, my idiot father happily starts going in a car, on the freeway, next to tornados, on his way home.
Pointing out that his workplace is right in the middle of the city of Chicago, this is a stupid idea.
But after my father watches mice with heart disease...make babies (o-0), he gets all sort of ideas. And he happily skips home, also ignoring the fact that the sky is turning a shade of greenish-orange.

School also ended! HOLY CRAP THAT'S GREAT, RIGHT? No. Not right. I have to actually walk to the libary to see my friends. Sad sad.
But on the bright side, I can sleep in. For example, today I slept until exactly noon.

My mother has signed me up for: Fencing and Personal Training. Hor-rib-le Tor-tu-re. D:
Now, first of all, I might not go to fencing, because we couldn't find the center where it is held.
So instead, I have 'personal training' at the YMCA 3 times a week.
For example, here's what I did today: 5 minutes of bicycling on power 5. 15 minutes of eliptical machine on power 10 (highest power, near heart attack here). 5 more minutes of bicycle, level 3.
Then, being the good person I am, I went and bicycled 3 more miles.

Did I mention that I had a chest, arm, and leg cramp? Oops, guess I didn't. -.-

I also have taken up ARCHERY! YES YES YES!
You shoot balloons! SO AWESOME! (I'll hack into my dad's computer and upload photo of first try) Hacking complete! :D

That's all for now.

Sorry for not blogging!

AHHH...sorry that I was gone forever. But now I'm here, and I have a few bits of news. You'll like this, I promise. (Fine maybe not all of it.)

On Monday, we dissected sheep hearts. Now, this was utterly disgusting. Why? I have a few reasons:
It was gray! And white! Not the wonderful crimson, blood red, but gray! This was why it never crossed my mind to touch it.
It smelled (smelt?) nothing like fresh blood! In fact, not like blood at all! It smelled like peppermint, 2 week old steak, and Latex gloves all mixed together.
It was stone hard! Not warm and squishy or anything!

So you should be able to understand the horrible experience.

Then, today, I got 'killed' in class.
My teacher's Shakespeare group was preforming Julius Caesar (me being Julius Caesar), and, of course, I got 'stabbed' to death.
I said a dramatic line, "Et tu, Brute? Then fall Caesar!" and I 'died' sideways. I got a bit more comfortable on the tile floor, cold and all, and trying to appear dead.
This was hard, of course, for I am the tallest in my class, and I'm not used to being on the floor, staring at people's feet.
So I was there, staring at 'Antony's' feet, when a girl from the audience ran forward, threw a red blanket over me, and ran offstage. I sighed, the blanket was a feathered one, and I completely loved it. I closed my eyes, actually took a quick nap right there on the stage.
I woke up to my teacher announcing "And the Commoners of Rome leave. They do not drag Caesar off stage. The corpse can get up and walk off."

The next bit of news...
My dad's car got towed. In the morning at 5 am. I screamed when I found out that I had to walk to school, but I did it anyway.

Some more, absolutely horrible news...
There is a complete stranger coming into my house. For 6 days! And he's staying, where else, in my room! Bleh bleh bleh.

Over Accessorized Air Element Girl:

Pretty Fire Element Girl:

Audra's Earth Girl, because other got deleted:

Water Model, also Girl From my Dream:

Those were the Elemental Models. Nope, yah can't have them. They are mine! (By "Audra's Earth Girl," I mean that she requested it, not made it.)

Audra's White Kitten:

Earth Girl's Green Kitten:

Those are the cats/kittens I make. Same as above, Audra requested them, so only she can use them. :)

The editor is messed up right now, so that's why everything is centered. Sorry, sorry.

But I think you liked this issue, right? =3

Sun-chips on...Saturday...(dang it...)

Well, I'm bored so I'm going to pour out some inner thoughts while eating Sun-Chips.

IT #1: Sometimes I regret having a one person blog.
I love that it's me with my blog, but, I, like most dog people, need human interaction. Even though I have a sister, I technically never see her. I love the Empty Space anyway...More humans doing more than commenting would/could/might do more harm. (Crunch, crunch) So it's staying one-person, unless I get millions of viewers by random chance, which would never happen. (Crunch, crunch).

IT #2: I sometimes want to be a fictional character.
I sometimes, at my most depressed points, rather have the stupid life of a princess. My life being planned out for me, no school, and fifty guys that want to marry me for my money doesn't sound that bad. No having to go through high school, hitting on a frikin' football star, and dealing the mean girls. Sounds nice, right? And who can argue with naturally perfect everything? (Sometimes I hate Disney for these ideas...)

IT #3: I know enough about boys, and that's why I talk to them.
I have been infested, I must confess. In my old school, in good old sunshiny California, I was kind of like the popular girl. I knew everyone in my grade, and even half the 5th graders knew me when I was in 3rd. This includes boys. I guess I was a girl form of a jock. So I'm probably not falling head over heels in love (I rather fall in chocolate) with the guy I'm talking with, I'm just frikin' sociable!


Hmm...thanks for listening. I'm eating kiwis now...

Uhh...The Same Day? :3

I had to blog again.
I'm just updating that my arm really, really hurts and sometimes goes numb. I really hate that. I'm babbling. I like MONSTERS.
Ok, mood swing.
I just ran around the house, screaming and laughing. Either I'm completely loosing it, or I don't know what.

But anyway, how do you like the new template? I think it's awesome, 'cause winter is my ultra favorite season.
It's cold, you fight for life, you get sick, you use about 5 blankets at night. What's not to love?
I completely am babbling now.
BABBLE BABBLE.

I would write a poem about winter, or maybe all the seasons, but I fear that I might include wolves and clouds and ice cream sandwiches in it, so it can wait 'till tommorrow.

SHRIMP!

If you lost the world,
You'd loose the children,
There'd be none who'd make a brighter day,
You would stop livin',
It'd be a choice you're makin',
You'd be livin' a bad life,
Somebody'd make a better day,
For you and meeeeeeee...

I like writing parodies. That was "We Are The World" by MJ. Long live the guy! =D

I kinda like this font, don't you? =D
Or this one, maybe?


Definetely this one. Ok, so, as I was saying, Michael Jackson is awesome.
Wow, I just noticed something.
If you take the 'e' and the 'o' out of 'awesome,' and rearrange the letters it spells 'was me'.
That is kinda cool, in my opinion.

Did you notice that the word 'nature' is in 'signature'? Awesome! He he.

♫JOSHUA FOUGHT THE BATTLE OF JERICO (moo) JERICO (moo) JOSHUA FOUGHT THE BAD OF JERICO (moo) AND THE (moo) WALL CAME A-TUMBLIN' DOWN! (mooooooo) PHYSICS!♪

↑ That was written in my Social Studies journal.

Why is Social Studies about History? "Social" is talking a lot to friends and "Studies," well...you know what studies are. Weird, right?

♪WE NEED, SOMEBODY TO LEAN ON...♫

I need somebody to lean on...preferrably a chair...

End of my rant. Wasn't that fun to read?








HEE HEE.

The 'Refreshing' Friday

Oh gosh, what a day that isn't over.
This is an early post for me, as you might have noticed. Most likely, there will be another one in about 6-7 hours, but who knows?

Today, thank the gods, we didn't have school. That rocked. But, of course, I have to go to yesterday first.

I left out, in my moody state, that yesterday I went to the dentist. It was just a check-up thing, but they ('they' being the semi-old man that checked me) found a cavity. I hate this development, and they're going to fix it in June, so you'll hear about this later. After this horror, an assistant painted my teeth with gunk that smelled and tasted like apples, and I was ready to go.

Now snap back to Friday.
Today, I had to wake up at 8-frikin-AM, so I could go to the doctor's. This was so I wouldn't have to be homeschooled or any of that junk. Translation: So I can go back to the middle school.
I was measured by a lady who also took my temperature through my ears, and then she left me.
A different blond lady came in, choked my arm (checked my blood pressure), gave me a massage on my stomach, attempted to choke me, asked personal questions, and left.
The other lady from before came back, stuck two needles in my arms, and then I left.
I ripped the band-aids off my arms, which hurt a ton, and there are two red, bald spots that burn if I touch them.

I got back, watched a TV show called "The F Word", then went to sleep. I slept until 3 PM today, and I'm still exhausted. So yeah, no poem for right now.

Go ahead and comment about whatever, I'll comment back. =\

A Huge, Boring, Crappy Thursday Post *groan*

Well, sorry that I ditch the blog, but here's a post anyway.
We (my grade) had a math test called the IAAT. The most mind-numbingly boring thing ever. It was a ton of questions, even more answers, and a waste of time.

That was my Wednesday.
It sucked in another way too, but I can't announce that on public Internet, in fear of awkward comments. So assume what you will. =\

I noticed that I'm being incredibly moody all of a sudden. No, I don't have depression. No, I'm not sick. I'm just dying. So yah, thanks. It's a mood swing that I'll have so, I won't be Miss Happytown as much. But yeah. Good for you to know, you know?

A Poem:

Mother Nature (I know, suckish title. Read on)

Our mother is
Crying.
She created
The land we
Walk on,
The land we
Live on,
The land we
Breathe.
This land
Lived
Through it
All.
War,
Peace,
Love,
Hate.
And for you to
Destroy it?
How could the
Humans be so
Selfish?
Could...
Will the
Humans ever
Fix it?

(Yeah, what a bad poem. Sorry, but it's a poem nonetheless)

Today...Monday. OH! And a few poems

Today was boring...
My mom asked an innocent old lady on the street "How are you?" And she screamed "Beautiful!"
That's all I have to report. I'm sorry, but that's it. I feel lost, I'm talking with AJ right now.
How do you like the new background?

Poem:

Life

If life
Is a
Blessed
Thing...
Why is it
Given to us?
If you never
Recieve gifts
Presents,
You recieved life
Don't waste your
Love
And
Hope.
Life is a fairy-tale
That you can
Live.

This is AJ's 'poem'

Posion Darts,
Flying Arrow;
Trying to hit the Golden Sparrow;
Life and Meaning must not fail;
Death and hope are but a snail.

Something

If I had
Something
Then I would
Use it.
I wouldn't
Waste it on
War or
School
Or even
A disaster...
I'd use
My
Something
On
You. ♥

Water

Water

Odorless;
Colorless;
Tasteless;
Spiritless,
But no,
It has
A spirit
After all;
Lifeless,
It gives
To life
Therefore
Living;
Selfless,
Loving
Not caring
About it's
Own self;
Human emotion
Teardrops;
Nature's morning
Dewdrops
And beautiful
Raindrops;
Why can't people be more like water?

The title was inspired by Kat's poems Wave, Wind, and Shadow.

Sunday, Puppies, and Sisters?

Well howdy.

My Sunday sucked for the most part. Actually it didn't, but since I'm such a jerk and emo-y, I'll say it did. K? Thanks.

First, I rolled out of bed waaay too early (9 AM), and I really rolled. I rolled off the bed and landed on my hands and feet, not a scratch. Typical.
So my first thought are the most beautiful Alaskan Malamute puppies on the planet, which I will explain in a minute.
My second thought is that I frikin' forgot to go roller-skating. Oh my god, I threw a spaz attack, then went back to the calming thought of puppies.

But I got mozzerella sticks! Breaded mozzerella sticks! And a soda machine! Oh gee, life is good sometimes.

I had another weird dream, but it was a ton of fun! (This is the puppy part.)

First I saw an Alaskan Malamute female walking down an abandoned looking street, walking along with puppies behind her. She licked them. "Stay here." She told them and ran into the street, killing herself.
I ran in probably an hour later, cuddling the puppies on the street. I took them to a vet place and got their 'papers,' though I don't know who their father is. Probably a Samoyed.
I walked home with my pups, thinking that five puppies for one apartment weren't too many. I sat on my bed, my mom didn't say anything about the bundles of fur in my arms.
I counted the puppies. SEVEN puppies. Not five. SEVEN.
I hugged them and let them crawl over my bed as I read the papers.

((Note: I don't remember the papers well. -.- ))

I read it and found that there was a female called Gleo, and a male called Bible. Other than that, nameless.
I hugged them, and a while later I saw a guy ((Dark, tall, handsome...NOT! He was blond. -.-)) in my room. I didn't know who he was, and I blinked, and there was a handsome/beautiful/pretty/awesome looking black male dog in my bedroom.
I don't know the breed, but it was like a wire-haired pointer, all black.
My mom still had no idea about the growing dog population in my room.
I kissed the dog on the nose and took it in my bathroom and gave it a drink of water from the sink.
I hugged it and-

Whump. I'm off the bed. The End of story.

Sisters Section of this Report

I found out that I did have a sister (which I knew). She was born Thursday, January 3, 1991.
She would be 19 years old now.
Would. She's dead. She died at three days old...but she's still my sister. ♥
Yes, that's depressing...her name was Blanka.

Thanks for reading...hope this blog isn't boring for you.

My Saturday and the Girl from my Dream!

I love and hate Saturdays. It's one of those days I can't decide on.
Now anyway, because I'm such a pessimist sometimes (like now), I'm going to start with the cons of Saturday.

Cons

• Have to wait until parents get home to eat
• Am stuck inside all day
• Homework stares me in the face
• Have to do 'chores'
• Have to go shopping...not fun
• Have to eat whatever's put on the kitchen table for breakfast
• I get fat on the chocolates on the dinner table

Pros

• Late getting up! I sleep in 'til 11 AM
• Am stuck inside all day
• Get to run around the house in underwear with no one caring
• Get 5 hours of computer time
• Can sing as loud as I possibly want
• Can daydream as much as I want
• Can do what I want
• Can sneak into the cabinents to eat all the chocolates
• Can slide through the living room in socks, smashing into sliding door with no one caring

Now that you know my awesome day...I have nothing else to say. I stayed on the computer and sang Peanut Butter Jelly Time at the top of my lungs.

I also thought about that stupid dream. Ahh...I even have a picture of the girl from the dream.

DA DUM!

Here she is, attached to the post. =3 I love my computer.

Yes, I made her with my own computer, but the clothes suck. Imagine regular clothes on her, but no shoes! She's pretty, in my opinion. I made the frikin' picture. You can't find it on Google Images or anything. I. Made. Her. Thanks for listening.


Thanks for reading, comment on the girl!

My Bruise, School and Dreams, Maybe a Poem

My bruise (which I got from AJ yesterday), I am happy to report, is red, white, and green! Glory, glory, hallejuah. It hurt if I push on it. Yay.

Speaking of AJ, I have professinally diagnosed her with (*drumroll*) Laughitis. It is when you can't stop laughing about one word that used to be meaningless.
The story? I was writing down my summer haiku in calligraphy, line by line, with AJ reading over my shoulder. The line was "Swimming through the nice, cool pool" but she read it as "Swimming through the nice, cool poodle." AJ started laughing so hard, I actually thought that she was throwing up beside me. But she wasn't, she just laughed for 10 minutes straight.
Then she said "Nice, cool guts...swim...POODLE!" And cracked up again. Wow, AJ, wow. Inside joke right there.

My dream was probably one of the weirdest ever.

First it is a huge mansion/private school/residence, next to a lake and a forest.
I was, I guess, a student. I was walking through the forest, when I saw a little blond girl who I 'knew' hated the Irish dancing class.
So she was there, on like, a balcony in the middle of the forest, and she hopped the fence. "Oh, what the heck." I heard her say, and she ran for the house/mansion place.
I ran after her, but she had had the head start. So she was almost in the house, and she slipped and fell in the lake. She tried to swim up, I saw her head once, and she looked like she was pulled down.
I ran toward her and tried to get into the house to tell someone, and I saw people under the water. They were alive and everything.
I slipped, and they pulled me under too.
I was out of it for a while, then I woke up and saw a lady. She was really tall, and pale. I knew I was underwater.
So I looked around, everything was crimson-blood-red and blue. It was beautiful, really.
The lady took me to this awesome place, where you could float through the air like you were swimming, but you could breathe and everything. I fooled around there for a while, then went out of it again.
When I came to, I was in an indoor mall thing. I tried to go into what looked like a Target, but a police-like-woman stopped me.
"You need the Flu and Feet shot." She told me, and gave me two horribly painful shots in the arm.
I didn't feel like going into 'Target' anymore, so I found Lady Tall and asked her what this 'people' were called.
She said she couldn't tell me, and then I woke up.
Weird, right?

Poem(s)? This will suck. I hate writing poems, but I made two off the top of my head right now,

You
  Think
    You
      See
        Me
          But
        Now
      You
    Don't.


If I was invisible,
A miracle,
Would happen.
I wouldn't think
About you
Anymore
Because I
Wouldn't be
There for
The suffering
That is
There
Everyday
When I
Look at
You with
The Brown
Eyes that
I wouldn't
Have
Because
I'm
Invisble.