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.

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

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.

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.

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

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. ♥

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^

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.

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!

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.

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.