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.

Yelling People, School, Injuries, and Updates

Today at school, my teacher took pictures during recess for the completion ceremony, or the graduation. She took pictures, while I tried to give piggy-back rides. Not fun. My windpipe nearly died a couple of times. So we did that, and me, AJ, and another friend danced and sang Viva La Vida at the top of our lungs, while the guy I detest the most (Gaberiel. What a stupid name for a boy.) took a video with his iPhone. He showed it to us after-school.
We also got chewed out for not saying the Pledge of Alleginace. Too bad, it's for 'regilous' reasons. Seriously, we could hear the annoucement for the Pledge.
I got moved in Math for talking with a friend. I now sit in Quiet Man's Land. It sucks.

After school leads me to "Yelling People" and "Injuries" part of this. While we were walking home, AJ swung her backpack, hitting me with a plastic part on my pinkie. It hurt, and it became huge. I mean swollen and red and green. I gave AJ the look, she told a story, and left for her house.
My TLB (Temporary Little Brother) (don't ask, long story), and me were reading a play, when a half naked guy walks up behind us. "YOU CHILDREN THINK MY YARD IS A PLAYGROUND. ALL DAY YOU'RE HERE. DESTORYING SNOWMEN AND PICKING UP STICKS OFF THE GROUND! GET OFF MY PROPERTY!" He screamed at us. I sidestepped of his lawn and yanked TLB off too. Though I must correct a few things. We aren't there all day, only about half an hour. We sit on snowmen, no destorying. We really can't pick sticks off the ground? Really? And we aren't technically in his yard, there is NO fence, or anything. But oh well.

Updates would be that I'm going to post Focus: The Production and Agent Sam: The Production. Tommorrow. So ya. Wish me luck. That was my crappy day.

Hearts

I was watching the Hearts Slideshow on the Off With The Head blog, and I nearly started to cry for no good reason. I don't know why, seriously. Destined to be lonely or something? Please comment, because this is a deep note and a short one too.

Car Sales and School, along with Updates

Well, this is just a strange post. I am posting about the horribly named car sales, 'events.'
First of all, the newest event is called the 'You Won't Need Sixty Days But We'll Give Them To You Anyway event' by Dodge. This is a gurantee thing. Weird
Next the "Really Big Thing" by Honda. Seriously, guys, no creativity?
And the "Adrenaline Rush" by Jeep. I just don't get it. I just don't.

And school.

We had Music Class today, which means that we watched guys hanging off a metal board like monkeys, while the guy behind me tap-danced and whispered to his friends and me. Intertaining.
And we have a student teacher in our homeroom that is like commiting suicide. She can bore you to to death for real. She has this one monotone voice, and that's the way it stays. She writes her commands on the board "No Talking!" and "Sit Down!!!" for extra drama.

Updates:

I might not post for a while on account of a story about the Spirit Elemental wolf called "Daydream." It's really long, and I might not be able to post it. Too bad, I'm trying. Thanks for reading.

Today's Field Trip

Today, my grade went on a field trip. It wasn't fun.
We went to the Robert Crown Center For Health Education, which can most likely be the most disgusting place built for kids, other than BarneyLand or whatever. So we went by bus, which wasn't that bad. Then when we got there, a yellow and blue sign greeted us, "Health Education" in bubble letters. Bleh. This was bad enough already.
Now, we went in, and I teamed up with AJ (superhyper on here) who got a blue remote labeled "iRespond." How educational. Now anyway, we had to answer questions up on the huge TV screen, such as "Where does the baby live in the mother? (A) The stomach (B) The uterus or (C) Liver" and things.
So we did that, and a perky lady came in, showed us how she could fit her fist through a female skeleton's pubic area, and talked about (yay.) puberty. She talked, blah blah blah, I didn't listen. After an hour of that, she let us go.
So then we took a 'quick break,' about two minutes long. We saw a real skeleton (supposedly) and Audra asked me if it was real. I told her probably not, but she suggested that it was Robert Crown. We both cracked up and I cracked some jokes about the chances you take as a visitor.
We went back in and Miss Perky Lady talked about periods ("the bloody lining falling out of the birth canal"...), ovulation, etc etc, and touched some walls, making them light up like in a game show. Horrible. Then she happily explained the sperm cells and the egg cells, and this kid called Michael asked the most stupid and pointless questions; he obivously didn't get it.
I swear he's going to commit sucide or end up desperate for a wife or something as an adult. Anyway, back to the story.
So that was that, then Ms. Perk showed us real pictures of the kid in the mother's stomach through devolpement. Seriously, are we supposed to ooh and ahh at the wonderful blob? I didn't think so, so I went across the rules and whispered to AJ about a ton of things not related to reproduction.
Of course, the story has to get worse. And it did. The lady showed a baby being born. Ok, really. My teacher had nasuea from it. AJ turned all the colors of the rainbow twice. A delicate girl had to be removed from the room because she couldn't breath.
Then, horror of horrors, they had to show the father cutting the umblical cord, all happy that he could do something, then there was an ugly baby with tiny hands touching its mother's nose, like it was trying to be cute or something. Bleh. I hate teachers sometimes.
We rode back, everyone talking about this 'adventure.' Hideous.

This was a true story written by JennaChicago.

Welcome

So hey, this is Mimi. I'm not going to tell you my real name, but I will tell you that if you follow this blog, you will read my opinions on things in my life. Thanks. You can comment, but you can't post. This is a 'me' blog. So yeah, have fun reading. It might be gross, it might be weird, but it's my life.