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.

I Have No Clue What To Say

I'M SORRY. I STILL LOVE YOU.
Yes. I still love you. You've changed so much...But I'm sure we can get used to one another.
Oh, it's been so long.
You never call...
-End Blogger Love Letter-

Ok, number one, what the hell happened to Blogger? Everything looks new. That's not right.

Well, yeah. I didn't write/blog since the beginning of summer vacation (or earlier)...and now vacation will be over. In 6 days. Damn.

I do love you guys. I can't believe that in the last few days, my blog still got views. I mean really? This blog hasn't had an update for months, but people come to see if maybe, just maybe, I posted. I love you guys.

Anyway.

I went to Washington DC. I'm not going to write about how I walk to the monuments or anything, because everyone knows about monuments.

Let's write about something else.

First of all, there are a lot of gingers in DC, which isn't a problem. I saw a boy that looked 100% like Ron Weasley. So on my phone, I made a Weasley counter. Yes, I counted how many of the Weasleys I saw.
The number was frighteningly large.

I would also like to say that the number of...muy attractive guys is high in DC as well. If you are a guy reading this, and you are from Washington DC...You are probably cute. Thank you.

I also went to Chinchoytguoaevyuhgue Island, which was awesome. I would like to compliement the 'Pony Tracks' ice cream there.

I went to Harper's Ferry. Their frozen custard is amazing. The guards are quite recommendable as well.

Now that you know the highlight of my summer, let's blab about how I got my schedule yesterday.
I got my schedule yesterday. It's quite nice. Though I'm sure that they messed it up.

For fear of someone finding out who I am, I will not say the teachers' names. Just subjects. Here goes.
Science, Social Studies, Langague Arts, Lunch, Gym, Math, French, Spanish.
Yes, I'm taking both French and Spanish.

I know that this will result in me walking into Spanish class one day and screaming 'BONJOUR!' Hopefully this won't happen.

I also went to the Taylor Swift Concert in my area (TWSS) and it was great. I got bracelets for my girls Kat and AJ.

Speaking of me as usual, I was informed that my profile says something about a moist waffle? I have no clue how that got there. Anyway, feel free to check that out.

I hope you got your fix of my writing for now. Sorry in advance if I die again.

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

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.

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

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

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

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

*eats another Twix* My stomach is dying.


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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

But I'm excited for this. Yay.

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

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

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

Saves and goes to bathroom: 6:10 pm

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

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

I Dared You To Kiss Me And Ran When You Tried

Oh gosh. Active weekend update.

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

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

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

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

At 11 pm, I finally got home. Ah.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Title is 'Untouchable' by Taylor Swift.

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

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

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

Guy stories.
In the order of rememberance.

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

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

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


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

The title is 'Mrs. Nerimon' by Italktosnakes.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

McDougal Littell Middle School MATH Course 2

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

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

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

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

Other Junk On Left Arm:
Left Hand Is Traced

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

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


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

Peace out.

YOU WON'T BELIEVE IT!

Or maybe you will. Either way.

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

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

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

Happy ending. :)

ALSO, SCHOOL WILL START SOON! YES!