WOAH! WHAT THE EFF IS UP?

Oh, holy CRAP!
What is going on you guys?
Homie g's...Skillet...Dawg...
Yeah

You thought this blog was dead huh? I don't blame you. But the true question is...will it blend? is it really dead? NOPE! Chuck Testa!

I'm progressively more random, so the reason this is all broken up is because it's like my brain. What do vegetarian zombies say? GRAAAINS. Lolwut? What do vampire zombies say? VEINSSS. Seriously, shut up. What do movie zombies say? RUN, IT'S ABRAHAM LINCOLN!


*cough cough* I'm sick cause some kid coughed on me for an hour straight.
I'm high on life too.

SET GOALS TO TALK ABOUT, GO! 1. School so far. 2. UhhuhhuhhDISEASES! RIGHT! 3. Coconut water 4. Hamburgers 5. Books 5a. Book characters irl

1~School. I'm not sure if I like moving up grade after grade. It's becoming sort of a death sentence. But we'll see. On the other hand, I watched my Social Studies teacher try to breakdance in front of my locker bay.
Also, a lot of people seem to die. Over the past 2 months, I've heard of 4 deaths. Like, guys. Stop this. You're beautiful or handsome either way. You know about threesomes and foursomes...I get why they call you handsome! Oh my god, shut up mind. Okay! Section 2, nya!

2~Aj is convinced I have schizophrenia. I don't, guys. To prove that, I'm gonna take a test...
Later on: Uhhhhh...Um...I took a test, and on a scale of 0 to 14+, with 0 being no symptoms and 14+ being definitely yes, I got a...Umm...10? T____T BE QUIET. I'M JUST SPECIAL.

3~Coconut water. I saved this draft after finishing section 2, so I have no clue why I put that there. I think it was because on the side of it, it says 'More potassium than two bananas! Don't tell the monkeys!'
Now I'm thirsty. And sick. Meh.

4~WHY DID I CHOOSE THIS, AHH? I bet the second I post this thing, I'll remember. For now, I'm going to say that hamburgers are awesome.
Have you ever thought about who invented the hotdog? Not so much the hotdog, but the shape? Like, "I'm gonna make a new meat." "Oh boy!" "It's gonna be sort of like a ovalish type thing, like a tube almost." "Hmm. To put in sandwiches?" "Sort of. But I was thinking we should make this rectangle bread that tastes like garbage." "Oh, I see...Well, what should we make it out of?" "Meat. All sorts of options. Just meat." "Err...kay. How about a name? Thought of one yet?" "HOT DOG! THEY'LL NEVER DOUBT THE MEAT AGAIN!"
How about meatballs? We're going to take all of the leftovers from our hotdogs and hamburgers and stuff, and put it into one blob. Bam. What should we call it sir? It's just a ball of meat. THAT'S IT! MEATBALL!

5~Books I have been reading! If you want to live a normal lifestyle, go ahead and read these! First of all, so much manga. I've gotten into Fullmetal Alchemist, Ouran High School Host Club, and re-gotten into Fruits Basket.
Also, there's a book called Divergent that's absolutely LOVELY. It's sort of like taking Hunger Games and Harry Potter, combine them to have a child, make it into a test-tube baby, then inject it with something secret and special. I loved it. Also, the author lives here in Chicago! Crazy. Thank you, Kat for recommending.
Last but not least, a book I'm sure you've never heard of *hipster cough, jk*, The Fault In Our Stars! Woaaaaah. It's SO good! I can't recommend it enough. I got it on hold at the library about 3 months before it came out and have a 'Hanklerfish' in my own copy. Go read it now!

5a~Book characters irl, which might be changed to 'media characters irl' if I get off topic.
Okay. So TFIOS is an awesome book. (I won't spoil it, no worries)
The main beautiful male character is called Augustus Waters. I will not get into how mind-boggling hot this boy is, because your computer might explode at that would be 'bad.' Just imagine a really hot boy. Then he has a friend who's half-blind and has awesome blond 'emo' hair and wears thick glasses called Isaac. People might disagree, but I find him undeniably attractive too.
The point is, I went to school like normal, and I was going to homeroom. I have homeroom in this thing called the 'Home Ec' room, which is where we cook/sew/bake/do stuff.
I go in, and this boy from the period before is stretching out something that looks vaguely like bread and jello mixed together. It's all over his hands.
I put my elbows on the counter, all 'What are you making?' 'Pizza crust.' He looks up at me, and I nearly flip out, because holy mother of turds, he looks EXACTLY like Augustus Waters and Isaac put together!
This has happened before a lot to me, like how AJ's brother's friend looks like Harry Potter.


Did I finish this post in 2 days? Yes! Girl power, nya!
Whew. That took a while.
Yay.

Who Cares Baby, I Think I Wanna Marry You

Wow. I want to marry you too Bruno Mars, c'mhere honey <3

Nah. ChrisTOFU Drew is my man of the day. But that's not what I'm going to talk about today.

First of all, I'm sorry that I only update this blog once a month, but hey, less is more.

Agenda for today:

1. I got asked out
2. Tubas
3. Oddfish
4. ChrisTofu
5. Guitar
6. Europe
7. Taylor Swift

NUMBER ONE: I GOT ASKED OUT
I said no.

The story starts with me, AJ, and Kat walking out of school, normal day, ho-hum.
Then there's a group of Graders (whenever I say 'Graders,' I mean people above my own grade. So yeah).

Anyway, a group of Graders are sitting on someone's lawn, and I try not to trip as I walk over them. About 5 of them either wolf-whistle or scream 'HI JEN. <3'
I just nod and smile like a moviestar, trying to get through the male clump, and a guy screams 'WANNA SEE A MOVIE?'
I keep walking. 'WANNA SEE A MOVIE ON FRIDAY WITH ME?' They keep screaming, I turn around and I see this Grader (one that called me sexy on FaceBook, but that's another story), jumping and waving his arms.

I naturally think of good things to say now, such as: 'I rather stick shards of glass up my ass.' or maybe flipping them off behind my back with the lollipop I was eating.

Either way, I'm not sure if they'll be there tomorrow. If they are, I'll be ready.

NUMBER TWO...TUBAS
I was at my locker before Number One, above, took place, and AJ was just singing this 'BOM BOM BOM BOM' song into my ears, so that they still ring.
Either way, I was just standing there, and she goes:

I would love to be paid to follow around a fat person with a tuba.

I'm happy to admit that I went into hysterical laughter after that. Love love.

NUMBER THREE...ODDFISH

We had literacy week at my school. They got some author guy to come, and read some of his book to us. We thought it'd be lame. Well...

I took notes on it, and it was actually pretty good. I mean, apology guns, and litterboxes, and eyeballs, and beer, and underwear made of leather, and tranksters, and stuff.

What's not to love? Order Of Oddfish. Click MEH

NUMBER FOUR...CHRISTOFU

I have the Drew Flu. Nevershoutnever. They're a band, and I'm thinking of renaming my blog "YourBiggestFan" for awhile. Gimme your opinions on that, please.

Btw, he's super hot in my eyes. Just letting you know.

NUMBER FIVE...GUITAR

I'm trying to teach myself guitar on the iPad. If I already talked about this forgive me.

I gave up on it because the iPad only senses two touches at once, and you need at least three for a normal guitar. So I just play chord by chord now.

NUMBER SIX...EUROPE

Going to Europe over spring break, so you won't see much of me then, not that you normally would, har har. Thought you might want to know, you stalker >D

NUMBER SEVEN...TAYLOR SWIFT

Going to her concert on August 10, hopefully. So you can stalk me there too :P

BAI NOW, I LOVE YOU.

Another Thing (I'm Too Lazy To Edit)

We were in the library, and the librarian was droning on about Google search terms. I was insanely bored and all, and then she said something I could logic my way out of.

"If you're searching, speak caveman. Don't say 'What causes the lightning?' Say something like 'Cause lightning' Cavemen don't know the word 'what'"

HOW THE HELL DO CAVEMEN KNOW THE WORD 'LIGHTNING'? I didn't know that word 'till the 1st grade.

This is what cavemen say: Ooh, ooh, aaah, wuh, mah.

I'm pretty sure that if I searched that on Google, the Google editors would not be pleased.

That is all <3

Sorry, I Was Sick

WITH BIEBER FEVER WITH THE CYRUS VIRUS WITH DREW FLU <3

Oh yes, you read that right. Now keep reading.

Christofer Drew has now been bumped to the top 5 of my list of 'People I Will Never Marry But Insanely Want To"

He is cute (really), funny (really), he curse (like me, and really), he plays guitar (really), and he sings songs. About LOOOOVE.

Really ♥

Speaking of which, I'm trying to teach myself guitar. It's not working out. I'm not bad or anything, it's just that I don't have a guitar.

Yeah. I play ♪Musico♫ on my dad's iPad, which isn't that bad. The problem is, the iPad only senses two touches at once, so I can't hold down more than two strings.

I'm still good enough to play a song by Christofer (called Trouble, go look it up).

I saw the movie Rango. That was pretty 'cool.'

Today we had an author at our school. That wouldn't be weird except for the fact that he wrote a book on ripping off fingernails and making people eat them, building dollhouses out of body parts, and etc.

For those interested, you can go to your library/bookstore and hunt yourself down a copy of The Order of the Oddfish.

Stuff I rather not talk about in school will not be talked about today.

Alice.

I drew a goddess. Yeah. That's something, I think.

I got back to Crewing shows and missed half a day of school because of it. Now I'm friends with some awesome Grader who's way shorter than me. I called him Marty. He dresses like a carnival guy in his shows.

Really :P

Also, PRINCESS BRIDE. I bought myself a copy of that book. It is the best. Go read it now. It sounds really lame, but it's really awesome. Delicious drolleries, beautifulest ladies, sword fighting, giants, love, hate, death, war, princes, horses, logic, ET CETERA.

I think I'll stop my drolleries here :3

And Now You People Want to Know WHAT THE HELL is Going On...

BRAVO. BRAVO. HERE IT COME.
BRAVO. BRAVO. YUM, YUM YUM.

Oh yes. Pirates of Penzance...the fourth best play I've ever seen (following AVPM, AVPS, and the Jungle Book).

I have my own script, but I won't tell you about the plotline right now.

What is awesome is that I had crew for it, of course, and at the end of the shows, all of us would run out in our paint splattered jeans and our hair in crazyness, and scream 'YEAH. YEAH. YEAH. WE CREW. YAH.'

We were the best. We had a pizza party one day, then a cake party the next, where AJ got all hyped up on Dr. Pepper, and I had to carry her around like a dogsled to keep her from attacking innocent bystanders.

A lot of people also signed my shirt. Fun.

I signed a guy's arm in red Sharpie. I believe the mark is still there.

Also.

I had my birthday. I'm ___(insert age)____ now ^^

And my birthday presents were: A bunch of spam from FaceBook. Some mittens in wolf colors from AJ. Hunger Games bracelet from AJ. A piece of caramel from Aj (<3). And this purty glog from Kat that I will link you to.

I'll finish this post tommorrow, I promise! :D

The Stories Of A Weekend's Day in Crew, and other human-made Disasters

I hate books that start with titles like that. Whatever. It's business time.

If you're just joining us me, then you won't know that I have what is called BRAVO Crew. This is the 'crew' of a theater 'workshop' at my school.

I had to go build and paint yesterday (Saturday), and I brought back a lot of stories.

First of all, I started talking about AVPM with a bunch of other people on my 'team', then we moved on to how the slogan 'Lick or Be Licked' is.

Oreo's sayings are of course followed by a string of dead baby jokes...

The snack that smiles back...BABIES.

How many babies do you need to paint a wall? Depends on how hard you throw them.

What's the difference between a Cadillac and a dead baby? There's no Cadillac in my garage.

Writing in bold makes me feel important.

Me and some guy got on the 'headset' during rehearsals, and nearly got in trouble for it too, until some other guys tried to talk into it as well, and got yelled at.

But now comes the highlight of my day and probably my week.

In the play we're working on, called Pirates of Penzance, a statue of a man is needed. We couldn't carve a stick person out of Styrofoam, that wouldn't be right. But we weren't exactly the best at free-drawing, so that was out too.
We eventually came down to two options, and both involved an 8th grader that had a creepy interest in me.

Our first idea was to dump paper-mache all over his body and feed him with a tube until the show was over, but our teacher thought that it was too dangerous and hurtful, so that was thrown out our virtual window.

The next was brought on by a random brilliance in the 5 or so of us.

We broke into the costume room and got out some sunshine yellow sweatpants, and told the 8th grader, Alex, to put them over his skinny jeans.
We then got him a black sweater about 2 sizes too small, and told him to just wear that, since he wouldn't be able to fit it over his shirt.
A stretched out hat with one eyehole was for his whole face, to make it a smooth surface.

Once he was ready, we instructed him to lay down on the bench in the 'Scene Shop' while we fetched two rolls of duct tape. I promptly taped his feet together, no chance of escape.
We got Jei's ok, and started to duct tape half of his body.
Alex had no idea what we had planned, but we told him to relax. Jei helped us with the taping, all the while the high-school spotlight director, Charlie, made a table five feet away.
After about an hour of work and help from one of the actors, we were satisfied.
'Charlie! Come here! We need your help!'

Charlie came over, and his eyes nearly popped. 'WHEN DID YOU DO THAT?'
'We've been working on this for nearly one and a half hours while you made a table.'
'Oh.'
We told Charlie to help lift duct-taped Alex up on to his feet.
Alex couldn't even talk or stand alone, so Charlie stood behind him and held him upright while I went to go and get the director.
'Ms. R, we have a surprise for you. We can't bring it out.'
She followed me into the room, and saw exactly what I saw, a teenager covered half in duct tape dressed like a bumblebee.

'Wow! This is awesome! It should be in the yearbook!'

After a lot of pictures, we realized we'd have to get Alex out of the duct-tape.

Jei took the biggest scissors she could find, and started to cut the hat, along with some of Alex's hair, off.
I went to talk to the guy through the headset a bit more again, and when I came back to the shop, I found a half-naked 8th grader parading around, waving pink Styrofoam pieces into the air.
I stood their in shock, partly because he was heading toward me, and partly because another guy called Tyler had come in with the recycling bin, screaming 'I'VE GOT THE MATH! I'VE GOT IT!'

We stuffed Alex's cocoon with math homework, and made a pretty decent looking person.

I'm still happy.

Pigs, Hogs, Warts, Followers, and a whole lot of...SILLY Stuff

Yes.

Pigs
The best term I have for the snotty/stuck-up girls in my school who think they are better than others because they get manicures and show off their pink bra straps. I would call them bitches, but those are female dogs, which are beautiful. So that is out.

Hogs
Read above, but in male form. None really at my school.
Note: Hogs do not wear pink bra straps. Just saying.

Warts
To quote Alex Day: I'm nearly done with the goddamn Potter Sequel. It's good, it's just very very long.

It's amazing, but anyone who hasn't expirienced it before should read Harry Potter 1-4 and then start with the Very Potter Musical, also on YouTube.

I'm not getting paid to say that.

Followers
OH YES. Jared the lovely college guy has decided to follow my blog. This is exciting for me on a huge level. My very first unknown follower.
If I knew him, I'd say something like 'I love you.' But no. But thank you <3
I owe it a bit to Kat, since she told him about my blog. But still.
You're lovely, all y'alls. Thank you.
Go And Visit This, Yeah?

Silly Stuff
He's Harry Freaking Potter ;D
Pirates of the Penzance is coming along. I painted some columns and some rocks. Then I got high off chocolate fudge. After that, we painted a girl's coat.
Then I talked to some guy backstage about how he has to act gay because there are so many girls around him all the time. I apprently am either: a) a male b) a unicorn
I have no idea any more.

I have glitter on my eyes/face, since I rubbed a sparkly drawing of mine then accidently rubbed my eyes...

I might add a new font...so yeah.

Ta-ta for now o3o

Ipod!

Awww, sorry guys. You never call. You never write.

Happy new year, I think.

My phone's dead. That's why I'm depressed.

It's 2 pm and I'm sitting in my living room in my jammies. These consist of red plaid pants, a Yellowstone dress thing that's puke green and says 'I moose have a hug' and a baby blue fuzzy sweater.

I look like someone who escaped a mental unit that was kept in the back of a Macy's.

Either way.

I added an iPod gadget, after about an hour of endless suffering. I'll add descriptions of all the songs and why I added them.

Here we go.
Sparks Fly-Epic song
I'd Lie-A nice theme song for myself
Caramelldansen-My hyper song and dance song
Viva La Vida-Theme from 5th grade, by far. We sang it while my enemy recorded.
Llama Song-Llama teeth
Dam Dadi Doo-Another happy song
How To Speak English-Gurgle snerk.

I'll edit once I check the list.

I caused a huge amazement in class about a week ago, since I wrote 'Status: I'm in love' on a desk in pen. I admit it. I was bored. And a bunch of people were yelling 'WHO DID THAT'

I want to learn how to play guitar.

OH. AND MOST IMPORTANTLY I've mastered the use of the potty.
Yeah, AVPS reference.

But no. For the last two weeks, I danced. It was so great. I was a spare, which is means that I danced with a different guy every day.

I had Alex, Cameron, Kevin, Calvin, Paul, Luis, and Kenzo. That's 6 guys. Yeah.

At least, that's how many I remember.

Whatever.

I should stop babbling.

My pet orange died.

Carlos.

Dead.

Me and AJ kept this orange/clementine as a pet, and named him Carlos after the baby in the Hangover. His first day, AJ carried him to all of her classes.

His second day, I did. I was walking to my locker, when this guy who normally is nice enough, jumped at me and grabbed Carlos, making a long claw mark in him.

Carlos bled to death in my hands and AJ's locker later.

We will miss him.

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

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

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!

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.

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

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)

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.