My Blogging

I feel that my blogging skills have lessened over the past months. The months of absence of blogging have obviously increased some.

i liked my blogs before. they were silly. these past entries smelt of shit.

toodles.

RETREAT!!!

As you may know, if anyone is actually reading this anymore, I went on a retreat this weekend.  

It was silly. some highlights include:

some that's what she said moments: 

"It was long, and it was hard!"

"Yes, at the time, I had 120 men beneath me"

We also were at the retreat place at the same time as this group called AGLOW.. They were a bunch of born again people. 

They really terrified my pants off. (though, oddly enough, my pants remained on.)  

Alice and I went over to Chris, who was talking to a scary looking old guy and this other lady.. We dropped into a heated debate. We watched for a little while, and then the lady turned to us and then, she was like "do you have jesus in your heart??" and we were slightly afraid, so we just told her what she wanted to hear, and said, "yes...." and then she launched into a giant rant about how you need to let jesus into your heart, and you need to be reborn, etc. I really wasn't sure what to do. Alice was sitting there on my lap, the entire way through. she was staring off in different directions, and not focusing. She was scary, and she had long fingernails, so I couldn't think of anything else to do than sit there, look her in the eye and nod. finally, alice saved me from sitting there because i am not outspoken enough to say anything to stop her... by saying "uh, our youth group is having a hike, so we have to go.." and then we stand up, and so does she. and then she starts talking again. and alice says, uh sorry, we have to go. and shes like, i'd really like to stay in touch with you. and then alice says, um, we have a hike to go to. and then she turns to me... and she's like "you have a hunger in you soul, a hunger so deep, and god, he wants to come into your heart, and make you whole" 

she terrifies me. 

anyways... 

darn. i was hoping this entry would be a happy one. not a creepy one. 

i had a science test todayperiod and i had a tech testperiod 

fuck this...

the tech test was tres hard... i shall stop writing. tis a stupid subject, this. 

grammatical mischief

i do say

what would happen if i stopped using capital letters commas periods etc

and stopped sentences by skipping a line 

that would be amusing 

i don't think i could do the punctuation thing

it would freak me out 

because i am so ocd that i couldnt deal with that kind of thing 

i could spell out the punctuation mark i want to use and put it in a different colorperiodperiodperiodperiod

My tv life.

Yes, I have indeed started watching gilmore girls. I am on the sixth season. I started on the second weekend of september. It amuses me to no end. I love everyone. 

I've been watching the office too.. It's quality has kind of diminished over the last seasons... It's not that I don't find it funny anymore.. I just think that it was better when it was not so focused on relationships and more on Michael being an idiot..

Heroes has been good this season.. sorta.. 

fuck this. this entry sucks. stop reading. you don't care. 

Halloween was a good time. 

I was a fifties housewife. It was epic. I trick or treated with my dear friends Alice, (Christine, POTO) Amrita (Phantom, POTO), Zanna (Phantom, again, POTO), Meghana (Hippy), and Allesandro (Chef). 

Later in the night, we came across my dear friends Andrew, Sammy, and Neil. They were less than happy to see us. We were sad. I ran as fast as them, which makes them think I should do track. I am considering it... But it is likely I will not. 

While in school, I was Superdemocraticpichachuman. It was epic. 

I was afraid people would think my pichachu mask was not in jest. It is not necessary for people to think that I am nerdier than I am now. Of course, that isn't very possible.....

My apologies.

Well well well, I do say!

It has been ever so long since I have blogged. 

It makes me sad. Maybe I'll go back and pretend that I blogged and put false dates on the entries. 

I like blogging a lot. I just haven't had time...

My time was spent on these things:

1. Facebook

2. Homework

3. Facebook

4. Gilmore Girls

5. Email

6. Youtube

7. Facebook

8. IM

9. Facebook

So I apologize. 

I'm sorry.

Very Sorry. 

I plan to write at least once a week. From now on.

Or at least for November. And I will make up for the entries I've missed.... So I'll go do that, I suppose. 

Ah, my dear blog, it has been too long since I have last gazed upon thy tranquil face.
So much has happened since our last parting.
I got a facebook. It is the reason why I have not blogged since, well, forever.
And, alas, I have stumbled upon the oft felt feeling of nothing to write about.
...school started..
Not much to say about that...
I pretty much dislike the majority of my classes.. except for science. and tech. and tech.
my social studies teacher is okay, but not great to listen to for 80 whole minutes. of course, i may be feeling such great fatigue in his class because its at the end of the day, but i sort of doubt it.
it goes without saying that my class last year was waaaaay more interesting. not more interesting in the sense of what we were learning, and how the class what taught, but in the sense of the people in it and generally what happened. last year, even when it was boring, we were idiotic, which was funny... "what religion were the french? FRENCH!!"

.............

Alice posted this in her blog:
"Recently, while looking through my older posts, i noticed that someone had posted a comment! After doing my happy dance, i viewed the post and was shocked at what i found:
"i got a new blade for my razor that 'gently exfoiliates and my legs are insanely smooth so i am flippping outtttttt hahahaha"-murie. Now no one appreciates the joy of freshly shaved legs better than i but sweet Moses, it seems as if our dear friend murie is becoming addicted to shaving her legs. we need to help her to get over this addiction before she shaves her legs off. STAY STRONG MURIE! WE SUPPORT YOU!"
um,...
i could go on a sarcastic rant about this that would probably hurt alice's feelings...\
but no.
i would like to express how this makes no sense whatsoever. i was commenting about my appreciation for my razor. i am now going to rehab for enjoying smooth legs.
and for the record.. i have not shaved my legs for a week. gun lake is not a time for long showers.

Gun Lake

Hey everyone, going to GUN LAKE!!!
i am beyond excited.. and i will not see you guys/email/call/hangoutwith/talkto/blog/im for a whole week!!! is it possible? no. mayb, i don't kno
see you guys in a week!!! AHHH IA M SO SOSOSOSO EXCITED
for me, summer doesn't start until gun lake.

In Which Murie Laughs Her Fucking Ass Off

HAHAHAHAHAHA
my brother had a band practice today.
Nate Blasdel (or however the fuck you spell his name) was in attendance
After he left, Rory told me the funniest thing in the whole wide world.
He comes in my room and says, Hey, do you know a certain Jack Meagher?
I said Yes for obvious reasons,
and then he says, Yeah well nate says that they're half brothers,
.....? what.. no offense if this is true, peachy, but considering the fact you look nothing at all alike, i find it a little hard to believe....
then he says, and he says that you and jack are rivals, in smartness
this made me laugh.
and laugh
and laugh
and laugh.
first of all, I doubt that i am even close to being smart enough to attempt to being peachy's rival,
second of all, the only thing peachy and i have been rivals in is saying, "nachocheese, nachocheese, nachocheese" to each other again and again...
yeah peachy.... just wondering, do tell your ties to nate... i am curious..

In Which Murie Laughs at Something Stupid. Reeeally Stupid

The other night, my brother Rory (who I scratched really badly and bled and now has cuts..) and I were trying to think of ways to get out of what our evil parents had planned for us. It involved throwing up, jumping down the stairs, ect. But then, my brain put together the strangest combo. I started cracking up right away. I have no clue what was so hilarious about it, but I couldn't stop laughing. Rory asked me what it was, but I was laughing to hard to tell him. So, being on my Mom's computer, I typed, "if we had a cat, you could shit on it." I could not stop laughing.
Sorry. Just Felt like I should share with you that little tidbit of my weekend.. I was hoping it would amuse some people I then I wouldn't feel so stupid for laughing at the thought of someone taking a dump on a cat...
TOodles

My Brother Has Returned from SC

And finally, after 2 weeks of not seeing him, my brother has come home. If you didn't read, (didn't know what SC meant which is perfectly ok. I saw NC (north carolina) the other day and I thought it meant New Connecticut) he was in South Carolina, building homes for habitat for humanity. Isn't he a nice little child? Another thing before I go on with my story: While in South Carolinaland, we had no contact with Rory. He didn't calltextemailsendapostcard. However, completely oblivious to his immediate family, worried sick that he was dead/dying (i laughed,,), the people he lives with, who feed him, who hug him because they love him and then he just picks them up and twirls them behind his head which scares the shit out of them (he does that to me),, he called my Grandma. Just to clear up, I am not especially offended by this, and I can see his reasoning, because my Grandpa hasn't been feeling that great and apparently had a couple ministokes. I still feel neglected though. So yes. He called my Grandma. Not me. ANYWAYS.
Rory got home from South Carolina at 1:30 in the morning on Sunday. Because I love him that much.. and actually was really going to see Keela, I went along. I am such a good/bad sister. So we waited for a while, everyone standing in a circle. People (non-parental units) kept parking by us so they could go down to East Ave. where all the exciting things were happening. I could only imagine what they thought of the circle of random people, just standing there, talking, in a parking lot in the middle of the night. At last the vans arrived. I gave keela her hug first. It was very lengthy and that makes me happy. Soon Rory was attacked. He was not as happy to receive an overly-hyper hug at one in the morning. Go figure. Weirdo. Also, Willis/Bruce/Penguin man/ Mr. Peachy (jack, its ur father!!) was there. He received a big hug as well. I think everyone was a little weirded out by my hyperness. Ha ha. I saw keela. (- :

In Which Murie is a Nerd

Believe it or not, I haven't read much this summer.
That changed yesterday. I decided that because Laura and Alice were (nerd Peer peressure!!) i should start reading the Harry Potter Books again. I finished the first at like 12:30 last night and and then read the first four chapters of the second. I started reading at like 830 and then turned out my light at 1:15. yay me. 21 chapters in 4 hours 45 minutes.

Unrequited Love

*sighs*
Basically it sucks.
Why does every single guys I've ever liked decide to ask me out after I decide that I will never go out with them no matter what they do to try to win my affection. For more information on this subject, please call me, Alice and Ritti. I think I've learned my lesson about posting details of my personal life on my blog.
In the meantime, here is a song that I have decided I very much relate to.
Nothing Better by the Postal Service.
I would suggest finding it on youtube rather than reading lyrics cuz its a duet and makes more sense when sung. And its awesome. And also, close your eyes while listening cuz the vast majority of the videos suck.
on second thought, here is one of the better ones, http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=L5zQiD4o0dI
I guess you could say that there was 'nothing better' hahahahahaha.
I funny. (not really)
:P

You know you when you've been in ESP or an otherwise advanced class when...

In my other website that I keep with Alice, we have multiple pages of you know you have been in..... when.... So I think I want to share them with you because they are just that silly.

-people think you are a nerd [go figure why!]
-you have spent a whole period discussing ur family in the library

-PERSONIFACATION!!! (lol we are all so *gifted*)

-it scares you how much some people care about staying in the class

-it also scares you how little some people don't (me)

-you have spent a whole class arguing about whether a line was going through a point or like .113 degrees off

-you have the most random convos ever

-you have abondoned all that you believe in within 10 seconds of Mrs. R telling you you're wrong

-you probably have brain damage from being so afraid of Mrs R

-you actually for the most part have less homework than the normal class kids

-you feel bad for the sixth graders in your math class, mostly because you can tell that they really care about what we're learning

-no matter how hard you try, whenever you open your mouth in class, something stupid and pointless comes out.,,,,,, so you have stopped contributing to conversations completely.

-the teacher has learned to expect only one answer a month from u when correctin hw

-you do your homework in class while the rest of the class does the work

-you have learned the sacred art of listening to the teacher in the last 5 min of a convo and being able to understand the problem completely, even when the others don't

- you know who "the gremlin" is
-ms. r freaks out about not capitalizing a word

-you know that you are smarter than Mrs. R, but she's a lot more intimidating than you, so no one listens.

hope you found that amusing

News and a Shout out to Shappy.

Apparently I am to share Alice's big news.
She has been sucked into the craze of Buffy the Vampire Slayer. Peachy, Ritti, you are next. You will soon be seen head bobbing to bad 90's rock, carrying a sharp pencil where ever you go in case there's a vampire, laughing about the terrible special effects and chatting happily about how freaking awesome Spike is (yes, jack, you too will have a mancrush on spike)
Also in news, Shappy wanted to be recognized as big, important and awesome. I think he said awesome. I have short term memory loss. Anyways, yes folks, after thinking about the many different ways to recognize oneself on someones blog, shappy chooses big, awesome and important. hooray for shappy.
of course, after my tree flashing incident, i suppose i am no one to talk.
hee hee.

A Long Overdue Blog Entry

Earlier, I was asked this question by Parker:
[21:59] yankeesfan484: why WAS the monkey in the backseat of your hotwheels speedracer?,
who by the way, you should sacrifice your first-born child to because Parker is just that cool.
I'm honestly not sure how to begin explaining why the monkey was in the backseat of my hotwheels speedracer. At first I was wondering what to name my blog so I decided to have a poll. In an attempt to be random, I wrote the present name of my blog. Apparently many people enjoyed it.
I feel like this answer is stupid and unepic. I must try again.
Once upon a time, there was a monkey. His name was Sherman. Wait no. It wasn't. Sherman was a seagull. Um... His name was... Franklin (btw, I saw charles jackery the other day). Still, I Have no clue why he was in the back of my hotwheels speedracer. So one day, my dear friend Franklin and I were playing cars and I dared him to go into the backseat of my hotwheels speedracer. He got stuck.....And that's why the monkey was in the backseat of my hotwheels speedracer. Can I be done now?

ha. Parker.

[21:34] PBJsfavgurls155: ha ha said the murie
[21:34] yankeesfan484: what the fucking fuck in fucking hell? said the parker.
[21:36] PBJsfavgurls155: "Wow," said Murie awkardly, "you must really like the word FUCK."
[21:37] yankeesfan484: haha
[21:38] yankeesfan484: said parker, murie you stupid monkey, you spelled awkwardly fucking wrong.
[21:38] PBJsfavgurls155: stupid monkey murie says, "fuck you, ugly fish monger parker, i will spell awkardly however i want to!"
[21:39] PBJsfavgurls155: *there was supposed to be another fucking in between i and want****
[21:39] yankeesfan484: parker said, well this pause is fucking awkward.
[21:40] PBJsfavgurls155: yes it fucking is. but that isn't muries fucking fault. fuck.
[21:40] yankeesfan484: haha
[21:41] yankeesfan484: parker fucking thinks it fuking is
[21:41] PBJsfavgurls155: PARKER SPELLED FUCKING WRONG PARKER SPELLED FUCKING WRONG!!!!!!
[21:41] PBJsfavgurls155: HAHAHAHAHA
[21:42] PBJsfavgurls155: awkardly u can spell.. creatively, but fucking, no
[21:42] yankeesfan484: this is really fucking retarded
[21:42] yankeesfan484: said parker
[21:43] PBJsfavgurls155: yes it fucking is
[21:44] yankeesfan484: no it fucking isnt!
[21:44] yankeesfan484: wait
[21:44] PBJsfavgurls155: but murie enjoys talking in third person/saying fuck a lot
[21:44] yankeesfan484: yes it fucking is, sorry, wasn't paying attention
[21:44] PBJsfavgurls155: ok. what the fuck is wrong with you and your fucking indecisiveness!
[21:45] Meebo Message: yankeesfan484 is offline
[21:45] Meebo Message: yankeesfan484 is online
[21:49] PBJsfavgurls155: yeah..
[21:49] yankeesfan484: (auto-response from yankeesfan484) embarking on the endless quest to convince my mom that chocolate sprinkles are not called "jimmies".
[21:49] yankeesfan484: awkward moment.
[21:49] yankeesfan484: .
[21:49] yankeesfan484: .
[21:49] yankeesfan484: .
[21:49] PBJsfavgurls155: i think i could very well stop talking in third person
[21:49] PBJsfavgurls155: and stop saying fuck a lot
[21:49] yankeesfan484: ha
[21:50] PBJsfavgurls155: it was quite amusing while it lasted....
[21:50] yankeesfan484: twas
[21:51] PBJsfavgurls155: yup..

parker makes me laugh.

Pets, Obsessions and Technicolor Shorts! What does that spell? POTS!

Pets. Murie needs one. (also in news, I have randomly started talking in third person. I have absolutely no clue why.) I desperately would like a living pet. My Ipod is the most beautiful thing ever, but it really isn't that.... Furry. I would like some cats. Deprivation of pets now could very well end up in my being the old cat lady that all of you guys will feel sorry for. My brother and I have already decided that we would get two cats someday and name them Coheed and Cambria. I would like that someday to be today. OOh! Jack!!!!!!! Can I have Harry to be my pet??? cuz he's the awesomest thing since sliced bread!
Obsessions. I have been realizing that I tend to be obsessed with one band one week and then suddenly decide to change. My latest of these obsessions is Reel Big Fish. Best thing since Death Cab for Cutie's Narrow Stairs. Past Obsessions: Red Hot Chili Peppers (Stadium Arcadium), Death Cab for Cutie (Transatlanticism), Death Cab for Cutie (Plans), The Academy Is... (Almost There), Death Cab for Cutie (Narrow Stairs), Reel Big Fish (Cheer Up)...
Technicolor Shorts. This morning, I decided to go swimming. I had no swimming suit where I was, but my brother had a bunch of extra shorts. The only one that fit me was a pair of shorts that were mostly purple, but had many vertical stripes of different colors and patterns. They were made of possibly hemp. They were ugly, and I never understood why my brother wore them in public. But they're already kind of growing on me...
What does that spell? POTS!
Pets Obsessions Technicolor Shorts
:)

Happy Fourthmas.

Why do we celebrate the fourth of july?
Its not like anything epic happened. I, personally, and partly because I am depressed, and not really thinking like a person, think that some of our holidays are kind of stupid. Call me un-patriotic, but signing the declaration.. big whoop. Buswona didn't have a declaration of independence. Our citizens are happy enough... and if they aren't, we'll shoot them. Then they'll be very warm and fuzzy on the inside. Speaking of warm and fuzzy, Ritti, congrats on marrying dream-doodler and having a very g-rated romantic scene. Your dreams should go work for disney. If there's one mature part of you, it's your dreams. Just kidding. Lama was rather g-rated for Laura's dad, so yeah...
Wow. After reading what I just wrote, I feel beyond unintelligent.
quotes that support this theory of my own stupidity (if I was smart I would deny it)
"Whoa! You have a little gravy swimming pool in your mashed potatoes! If you were a french fry, but you were a person, you could totally go swimming."- last night while out to dinner with zanna.
"If I were an antibody, I'd give you a couch."- while watching heroes.
"Stop touching my countertop, it tickles."- last night, while eating ice cream.
"Foom! Foom! Foom!" -sound effects while walking upstairs last night.
yay me.

Indiana Jones and the Crystal Skull

I have returned from watching Indiana Jones and the Crystal Skull at the local cinema theatre.
It was no good.
It was a rip off of:
National Treasure 1 and 2. open your eyes. the whole movie, following a story, solving it, epic battle, finding treasure, huzzah.
Alien vs. Predator: Um, the whole thing? Ancient temples, an old dude, people worshipping alienish things (technically they were worshipping the predators in the movie, but the predators were more alienish in the first place. they have a spaceship and advanced technology. the aliens go around and eat people.) and within the last scene, there's the shot of the space ship taking off into the night. it even looked like the spaceship from avp.
Tarzan: that whole scene where shai labeouf is all I AM MONKEY !!!
A Bugs Life: you just saw the hardcore version with the scene with the scaryants.
I have officially decided that the storyline pretty much sucked for it. when you think of indiana jones, you don't really think of sci-fi alien stuff. you think of lost treasure (no not knowledge.) and ancient riddles and stories. no sci-fi. sorry.
jack you should have told us that you were planning to be in that movie.
also, jack/peachy where r u and y aren't u blogging?

Gone With the Wind

It was on this day in 1936 that the novel Gone with the Wind by
Margaret Mitchell was first published. When she handed the manuscript
over to editors, it was in terrible shape, with more than 1,000 pages of
faded and dog-eared paper, poorly typed and with penciled changes. But
they loved the story. They asked Mitchell to change the original title,
"Tomorrow Is Another Day," because at the time there were already 13
books in print with the word "tomorrow" in the title. They also asked
her to change the main character's name from Pansy to Scarlett.

Mitchell later said, "I just couldn't believe that a Northern publisher
would accept a novel about the War Between the States from the Southern
point of view." But Gone with the Wind broke all publication records. It
sold 50,000 copies sold in one day, a million copies in six months, and
2 million by the end of the year. The sales of the book were even more
impressive because it was in the middle of the Great Depression. The
hardcover of the novel cost $3 a copy, which was fairly expensive at the
time. Its sales injected millions of dollars into the publishing
industry. The year it came out, employees at the Macmillan publishing
company received Christmas bonuses for the first time in nearly a
decade.

My faja sent this to me. Makes sense that it was called Tomorrow is Another Day.. Pansy O'hara? What were they thinking? That sounds just so wrong. Scarlett is 839107589105896489170759017548978910 times better, agreed?

In which Murie Tries to Catch Up on Her Blogging.

I stopped writing once a day. I feel bad. :(
I kind of want to catch up, though today is the last day of June and to successfully catch up, I wouldneed 9 posts, which is a rather large amount of blogging for one day.
Recently I started watching the pilot part 1 of lost.
It's okay... It's important to include the "..."
Very Important.
I found a place on youtube where the entire first season is. Should I watch more.... Hmmm....
I do hope that Shannon accidently dies on the hike. Shes annoying.
OMG Its that dude we used in our video!
oops i accidently started watching episode 2. haha my bad.
I got to the part with the polar bear-lookingish thing in episode 2 and then I was like wait..
I did think that it would be silly if the polarbearishthing was actually the dog. hehe
Whoa I love how the doggy is watching them...
I should probably go. So much for catching up on posts...
Buh bye

omg

OK alice, look at me, I am blogging. Now guess what time it is. it's 5:30 am. and I am fully awake and have been lying in my sleeping bag downstairs (semi-sadistic cousins stole room o nooooo) for a while and I could no longer stand it and my silly cousin didn't turn off the computer, so that is why I am blogging at 5:30. (of course now it's 5:40, but yeah.)
ANYWAYS. murie tends to ramble when she is tired.
Yeah, so my cousins came up. No comment.
Then I went to alice's. She is yet to blog about it. She was supposed to glorify me in her blog because I flashed her tree.
Last night my cousin and I had word fights while playing two square. it was quite epic. You pick a word and u hit the ball back and forth until someone wins. Chinchilla won against Cat, but Sulley lost to Jessie (my cousins cat), Stella lost to Bobcat, but then Beau kicked Sewages' ass in honor of her. It was quite amusing.

The Buswonian Picnic

The picnic was possibly the best fun I have ever had while not in bed. jkjkjkjk
srry I could not resist. and after today, I knew that you guys would appreciate it as well..
You know that you are cracking up.
So basically, came to Jack's house, went into his backyard to eat, fired a potato cannon that was quite loud, went on his trampoline and played ~censored~, ~censored~, ~censored~, HARRY!!!, ~censored~, and finally, ~censored~.
My apologies, readers, but if I break the pact, they break my neck.

Murie is Copying Cindy. Huzzah

Recently, my dear friend Cindy posted a survey about herself. It was delicious. I have no choice but to do the same.
Here you go, younguns'

Favorite color: I like blue, green and orange. orange mostly cuz it reminds me of orangutans.. and orangutans really must know what's going on, cuz i think that orange was named after them, not the fruit orange. yeah.. XD
Favorite gemstone: erm... rocks are nice.
Any pets: rip skittles, phish, cooper, sparky, ect. ; (
Instruments: PERCUSSION.. erm.. piano.. kind of, xylo, bells, chimes. which, coincidentally are percussion instruments. I do enjoy pretending that I can play nose flute, though.
Hobbies: yes.
Sports: no.
Favorite Baseball Team: The Squawking Butterflies.
Admire and look up to: KEELA. need i say more?
Favorite class: francais, english, the bus
Favorite shampoo: shampoo is fun.. idk...
Favorite scent: Amrita Singh
Favorite Ice Cream: Hazelnut Chip
Favorite chocolate: I like chocolate.
Favorite cake/dessert: that Strawberry Shortcake is sexy in all the right places
Favorite halloween candy: halloween as opposed to regular candy? idk. i like having almond joy in my pants
Favorite country's food: Italy is pretty awesome.. they have cheese and thats pretty cool...
Favorite Movies: any lama movie XD, enchanted lol, monty python + the holy grail, princess bride,,, a night at the roxbury , idk!!!
Favorite movie character: littlefoot from the land before time. that dino is pimpin'
Favorite book character: EDWARD CULLEN.. or the little engine that could. idk
Favorite drink: blood. of the innocent
Least favorite drink: lava and urine.. funny aftertaste,,,
Least favorite food: anything that's not made of awesome or had to be brutally slaughtered to get on my plate..
Least favorite smell: axe, bathroom and enchanting orchid, mixed

hello fellow bloggers

hi everyone..
I must apologize first. I have tried very hard to write a blog post every single day of June. As you may have noticed, it kind of fell apart. Don't kill me.
Anyways.
I think that I truly have nothing to write about.
hm..
nope, nothing..
so, I shall write my predictions for the future.
In 30 years we will all either be dead, or:
Alice will be wearing swirly-whirly jungle pants
Amrita will have a googaly moogaly boogie board company
Peachycheeks will never eat mangoes after a freak accident concerning a potted plant
Andrew Mullen will be found huddled in a bush waiting for sammy

holy crap. (aka why i didn't go to the math final)

we were driving to the math final
the car in the next lane hit a kid
we got out and were late
mr thomas said i didn't have to take it
the kids ok
but the car hit him really hard
i was the one that called 911
sorry alice i was wearing my schrute farm beets shirt like u told me
would it b possible that there isn't going much more discussion on this subject?
thanks.

A Story For PeachyCheeks

Okay Peachycheeks, here is the story you wished for. Congrats...
BTW if your name is Peter , feel free to not read the follow entry... considering you already know all about it.... ha. ha. *chortles*
So basically, Peter lives 40 minutes away and is a year older. Stassa(nacho cheese girl, remember peachy?) introduced me because they're friends. As you might have guessed, we began to have crushes on each other, and craziness ensued. Skipping about a year of insanity (we met in Sept 2006, he decided he liked me in Oct. 2006 and I liked him in Dec 2006.) and going ahead to December 2007, we have what I think is the first part of this story. I was reading a myspace bullitin, that he put out last month in May, saying that him and his current girlfriend had been going out for 6 months. Peachy, you are pretty good at math, or so I hear, so what month does that mean that they started going out in? December. Keep that in mind. I suppose that I have already given away the ending with that tid-bit of information, but still.. I feel like explaining it now rather than later.
So, soon came January, hence, Stassa's birthday party. Of course, Peter came down. We both flirted shamelessly. I was unaware he had a girlfriend. I hope to god that he remembered that he had one and felt guilty. He told me that he loved me.
Not a week later, on myspace, one of his bullitens said something about being forever in love with 'Frenchie'. I, still oblivious to anything wrong that might be going on, could only think "why in the world would he call me frenchie?" I went to his myspace page and saw on his top friends, Frenchie. I, understandably, flipped out. My friend talked to him via im, and he said that he was in fact not going out with Frenchie and it was all an inside joke. According to Zanna, he actually said, "Don't worry, she's in good hands." Sure... Peter.... Sure.... Apparently we have slightly different ideas of 'good hands....'
On January 28, I was at my friend Shalini's house, talking to Peter via her cellphone. He asked me out then and there and there with at least three witnesses, not including him. I, of course, said yes.
It started out great. We talked every night for a week... And then slowly stopped. By February break, we stopped communicating completely. The last conversation we had together, while still going out, sadly enough, was about Frenchie. He put out a bulliten saying that we could ask him any question we wanted and he would give an honest answer.
I noticed various things, the way she commented on his page, how her status was something like, "i am in love with peter bezduch."
So, I decided to ask him who Frenchie was. I did. He replied with this:
frenchie is a close freind of mine
we knew each other since kindergarden and she treats me like my mom. lol
Thats all. Last words we spoke to each other.. Before I found out.
I woke up the day after we came back from Washington at 10:30 and was at my friend Zanna's house at 10:45 because they called me and had a 'important message.'
Believe it or not, on the bus ride home from Washington, while you guys were playing Truth or Dare or something and I was not, I somehow magically knew that Peter was going to dump me very, very soon. My spider senses rock.
So, I went to Z's house, and they told me that Peter had been cheating on me. Then, they showed me the pictures. On his myspace page, for everyone that had already been approved his friend to see, where two pictures. One, him with his arms around Frenchie- who turns out to have a normal name, Rachel. The second, them kissing.
I got home, and he was on IM. We talked for a while, it was mostly him being all 'OMG I so sorry.' [16:50] MortPete3: you know i have feelings for you because your a beautiful girl. you have great potential. but those feelings go to waste because i crushed your heart. good luck later in life because pretty much after this conversation i won't see you or talk to you in a while i'm taking a break from everything
[16:51] MortPete3: or giving up on everything..........
So basically Peachy, thats it.
Storytime over.

Narrow Stairs

At a loss for blog ideas, I decided to write about my most recent obsession, the new Death Cab for Cutie CD, Narrow Stairs. It. Is. Beautiful.
Yes Alice, Coco told me that she didn't enjoy it as much as the others, and I remember a half-hearted agreement from me, but that was a day after it came out. Now, it has been... I want to say, like a month? And my opinion has very much changed. Every single track is perfect, including the whopping eight-minute-long, I will Possess Your Heart. I have a couple of their other CDs.. Plans, The Photo Album, We have the Facts and We're Voting Yes, You can Play these Songs With Chords and Transatlanticism. My favorite before was Plans... It has very abruptly changed. Before getting Narrow Stairs at Record Archive, (three cheers for supporting local music stores!!!), I figured that I probably wouldn't like it as much as Plans because of my tendency to not really listen to new CDs because I am so busy listening to the old. (Probably one of the reasons why I prefer Plans and Transatlanticism to We have the facts and We're Voting Yes, ect.) I was quite wrong. I listened to it a lot and I have very much fallen in love with the beats, lyrics and tunes of each carefully crafted song. You could say that they have successfully possessed my heart.. o ho ho.. That was silly.
So basically, from the first soothing notes of Bixby Canyon Bridge, to the last seconds of silence in The Ice Was Getting Thinner, so awesome following Pity and Fear's abrupt end, Narrow Stairs very possibly is my favorite album of all time... At least, For today it will be.. Last night I splurged at Barnes and Noble and got all three Twilight Books (Eclipse was special edition and came with a poster, t-shirt iron-ons and the first chapter of Breaking Dawn.) and a new The Academy Is... Cd, so we'll see how that goes.......
Happy Faja's Day, younguns' (ever notice how that word looks like yogurt? just wondering...)

5 silliest phrases ever

Just an amusing little tid-bit, for your amusement, and sometimes the annoyance of others, after someone says something, say one of 5 things.
1. "In all the right places"
2. "In my pants"
3. "In bed"
4. "That's what she said"
5. or, in company of Parentals or younguns' "With a cow"

haha... Yes, these things make me amused.. in all the right places. XD

Arrested Development

As I have mentioned in my past post, the capital and celebrity crushes, I am a fan of Arrested Development. I have been watching the seasons in order and I must confess that I am obsessed. The brilliance of the intricatly woven plot line is astounding. It makes me very happy. I must also say something that I noticed, about the magician brother, Gob. I was watching Phantom of the Opera, and looking at Raoul, and suddenly, I was like "Holy Fuck. Gob looks just like Raoul. With Short Hair." So, just saying that. If anyone else noticed that... except for their voice, they could very well be like... The same person.. *gasp* But alas, they are not. But, I still am admitting to looking it up online. Yeah.....

My Bucket List

My dear friend Keela recently started her blog. I am forever excited.
She shall visit me tomorrow during French Class. It is not possible for a human body to feel this excited. But I am because Keela is awesome of awesomeness.
I decided to write about my bucket list in her honor.
It started in Sunday School. We watch The Simpsons and talk about the religiousishness in the episodes. We watched the one were Homer is about to die and he makes a bucket list and starts to do the things on his list. Keela was not in Sunday School. I was suffering from separation anxiety, so when I was instructed to make my own bucket list, I decided to include Keela in everything on my list. At the end of every item on my list, I wrote, w/ keela.
examples:
9. Learn to fly w/ Keela
39. Get a tattoo w/ Keela (temporary barney tattoo)
40. following #39, we shall go to a bikers bar to show off tattoos w/ Keela
48. Give Keela a hug on a THURSDAY
52. Become Honorary Power Ranger w/ Keela
68. Ride a unicorn w/ Keela
As you may have realized, Keela is my hero. In fact, on my earlier post, Heroes, I said that she was, but I changed it because I feared that the general public would not understand. Now, I am proclaiming Keelas awesomeishness on my blog.

Lunchtime

Hey everyone. I must alert you of the hilarity of today's lunch period.
We first started singing little bunny foo foo. We showed Jeremy and his table our song. We would use our little bunny foo foo hand signs and then, in the middle we go AHHH!! with our claw hands. So, after we show Jeremy our song, he screams, trying to copy us. He sounded like a damsel in distress. Instead of claw hands, he had straight fingers and his scream of terror was higher than any of the girls at my table. So, the teacher came over, and suspecting that it was one of us who screamed, she said, "Girls, please don't scream." The whole table cracked up. Jeremy, the King of all Bananas, screams like a girl.
The other highlight of lunch today started in Washington DC.
Apparently, these girls, (no one I know!) said that Mitch was sexy. So, the whole bus ride home from DC, we had calls of "I SAY SEXY YOU SAY MITCH SEXY MITCH SEXY MITCH!!!" So, today, apparently, it was Mitch's birthday. During lunch, Mrs. Maybe said "Now, we have a respectful announcement." and Matt and Ben say "Happy birthday sexy Mitch!" Mrs. Maybe flipped out. What was really funny though, is that Mrs. Maybe was on our bus for Washington and did not say anything.. As you can see, a rather fun-filled lunch.......

Alice's Question Pour Moi

Well, my dear friend Alice kindly asked me which scenes from Gone With the Wind, the book we were both recently reading, were my favorite. I am finding it difficult to decide, so I'll just make a basic list.
1. Any and every scene including Scarlett and Rhett. Whenever the book started slowing down a little, I would peek ahead to see how far the next scene with Rhett was.
2. The scene where she shoots the Yankee. An excellent display of girl power.
3. The scene in between page 1 and the end. I can't pick any more! ahh
Give me an easier question, sheesh!
Questions for people from none other than your truly:
Laura: Please blog about the worst dare you have gotten in truth or dare (the ones you've chickened out on don't count)
Alice: Please tell us readers about the weirdest youtube video you've ever seen (the ones that we have made do not count, no matter how disturbing and embarrassing you now find them)
Amrita: Please write about the funniest swearing episode (that happened on school grounds) that you were a witness to.
toodles!

Social Studies. Again.

I do not feel like reviewing for you how stupid my social studies class is (no offense, possible readers from my class, I am fully aware that I am one of you, I just think that you guys r funny)
So, in social studies, (no poop) we started hearing noises from the other side of the dividing wall, where Mr. Shapiro's class was. So, Mr. Montulli decided to go over and tell them to be quiet. In his absence, my class decided to take all of our pencils and throw them at the wall at the same time. We soon did this, but as everything was hitting the wall, Mr. Montulli walked in. We then had to explain why everyone's pencil magically was on the other side of the room. I do not think that he was pleased.
Soon after, we started to throw around the ball answering questions considering our latest unit of study, the Civil War. Two question and their answers stood out:
What machine allowed someone to harvest wheat in the same time as ten men?
The first answer yelled out was, "The Plow!" but was soon followed by, "The Cotton Gin," and after Mr. Montulli prompted us with "Grim...." we started yelling "Its the Grim Reaper" or I think I heard someone yell, "Death!" It turns out that it was the Mechanical Reaper. Go figure.
Before I tell you about the next one, I'll give you a little background info. The Battle of Saratoga was an important battle in the REVOLUTIONARY WAR. Basically, the last two words of that sentence are the most important. Keep them in mind. So, there we were again, playing the study game, and though I am not sure from which question it evolved from, it soon became something to yell out when you don't know the answer. Mr. Montulli wasn't exactly thrilled.

The Buswonian Constitution

Being the national scribe of Buswona, I feel obligated to post the information on the Internet so it is easily accessible. For more information, please refer to April 2008's post, Buswona.
National Anthem: Bohemian Rhapsody
National Swearword: Baslama (but you are invited to conjugate: Baslamin' ect.)
National Bird: Dodo
National Ice Cream: Steve Colbert's Americone Dream
National TV show: The Office (though this if often debated due to some members ignorance)
National Food: Villa Pizza's Cheese Pizza Pie
National Number: 42
National Currency: KomieKoins
National Purpose: to prepare the earth for the coming of the great question
National Drink: KomieShine
National Podcast: Happy Tree Friends
National Sport: KomieKurling
National Enemy: Andrew Mullen
National Tree: Whomping Willow
National Weed: Thistle
National Mascot: Komiethepoo
National Fruit: Peach
National Animal: Hufflelump

Our Cabinet:
Scribe, Treasurer, Supreme Court Justice, Sec. of State and Secret Service: Fusion (moi)
Sec. of Defense, General and Sec. of Sanitation- Peachycheeks
Sec of Photography: Cindy
Secret Travel Agent: Andrew (soon to be banished)
Presidents(cough dictator cough): Ritti and Wonderland
Sec. of Agriculture: Zeb

the Unfinished Bill of No Rights:
Amendment 1: Commoners of Buswona are denied the freedom of speech, religion and press. Furthermore if any commoner should petition they will be trampled by a herd of government sent hufflelumps.

Amendment 2: If a commoner should bear arms, excluding those attatched to their torso, the government shall send vampiric hufflelumps to eat them. Then their vampiric hufflelump-venom injected bodies shall be later sent back to the government and be trained to kill other breakers of this law.

My Social Studies Class

Huzzah! I am writing this at 12:00 am! Some days I get the feeling that my teacher hates my social studies class. I know that he probably truly does hold us dear to his heart, but sometimes it's hard to imagine why. We aren't exactly the brightest candles in the fire and nor are we the least talkative. Last class we were told 4 times to shut up. Let me give you an idea of how..... smart. my social studies class really is.
Actually things said in my class:
Question: What religion were the French?
Answer: French!
Q: What does a successful farm need? (the correct answer was 'land')
A: Farmers!
Q: Who were the two explorers that explored through America after the Louisiana Purchase?
A: Clyde and Bellhopper! (the correct answer: Lewis and Clark)
Later, in my class, we were talking about the Alamo and my teacher was like "Many famous people fought in this war, such as Davy Crockett. Someone then pipes up and says "Wait, Betty Crocker fought the Alamo?
Another time, ok, I admit to being a part of this. I was working on a project with a friend about James Olgethorpe, who, if you don't know, was the founder of Georgia and would pay peoples debts so they could come to Georgia. It was supposed to be a class work thing and we were supposed to draw a picture but we could only write 8 words on the poster. We, of course chose our eight words to be: "I Help Poor People Out of Trees!" We drew a person (apparently poor) in a tree and then drew James himself. He ended up wearing a dress, carrying a random umbrella, with one arm five times as long as the other and floating in mid air. Another thing wrong with our poster: while writing the title, the girl I was working with, instead of writing James, wrote Jame's. Wow.
And the most notable moment of the entire year. Someone, very seriously asked, "Wait, who won the Revolutionary War?"

The Mafia!

"J'ai peur de la Mafia!!!"
I am afriad of the Mafia!
This was an actual sentence said in French class.
It lead to a lengthy conversation about the Mafia. It turns out that where I live (I'd greatly prefer to keep my location off the internet, though all four, FOUR, of my readers can easily find where I live/have already been there) was once a very Mafiaish city. In fact, my French teacher said that the family Dough nut shop where she used to work was a big hang out for mafia people. Wow....

Food for thought- and money.

With little excitement in my life to speak of, I turned to the Internet to see if there was anything that was worthy of a blog entry. Not surprisingly, I found something worthy of an entry and much more, $6,100, in fact. In Japan, a Black Densuke Watermelon was sold in an auction for $6,100. A black watermelon. I might be the only one, but I personally think that whoever would pay that much money for a freaking watermelon, despite being rare, that you'll soon eat and forget about, has some serious priority issues. After finding this story mildly interesting, decided to see what other insanely ridiculous rich people there were in the world. Monty Kerr of Texas paid $1,350 for, are you ready for this? $1,350 for a cornflake in the shape of Illinois. I find this especially funny because he doesn't even live in Illinois. I think that it's safe to say that many rich Texan men are a little (ok, very) moronic. Also, somewhere out there there is a $28,000 piece of toast with the Virgin Mary's face on it. Thats just plain sad. You'd think that people would have better things to do than buy things that slightly resemble something with their money. But alas, no, so if you'll excuse me, I have a sculpture to make out of cheez-wiz that resembles the pope.

Wicked

OMG. Guess where I was Tuesday night. For any of you crazy cool cats that read the title of my blog and saw 'wicked' and used your little noggin' to correctly hypothesize that I was at a production of Wicked, four huzzahs to you. For all others who guessed things like "Blogging on a blog that no one reads because you are a loser" or "Pinching the Peachyiest cheeks of all" or "Slapping people that you don't like" would be correct on other nights, but alas, last night I did see Wicked. To say the least, it was..... I cannot not think of a word to possibly cover the emotions I felt that fateful night. So I shall make one up: HappOMGcitedGLINDACANTREALLYSINGahhh!-
amazadazzledIHAVETOPEE
So basically, Wicked rocks and the theater needs more bathrooms.

Me and My Fedora...

As you may have read in my past post about LAMA and that crazy evening, you will have heard about me recently obtaining four fedora hats. Mine is beautiful. It's gray-brown with a black band and a bow on the left side that has been sewn flat. On the bow, there is a pin that has an eagle holding arrows and a branch, with 12 stars at the top and below the eagle it has the year 1840. I do seriously doubt that the hat was from 1840, but what does it mean? Are their any fedora experts that might no anything? On the inside, it says Champ "Feel the Felt" as the company and Landauer's Store For Men in Albion, New York, as the place of purchase. I decided to do a little research concerning my fedora. So far, nothing has been unearthed that is extremely exciting. I found a website called the www.thefedoralounge.com which, I suppose, is exciting enough.

Awkward Silences

Have you ever noticed how every once and a while, no matter who your peers are, there is an awkward silence?

Well, I shall share with you a little piece of trivia. Everytime there is an awkward silence, a gay baby is born. In one of these such moments, you must yell "GAY BABY." But, you must be sure to tell everyone about this fact before doing so, for otherwise, yelling gay baby in a room filled with people that don't understand can lead to an even longer awkward silence.
In my school, there is a teacher (who, coincidentally does not actually teach.) who could very well be the queen of awkwardness. Every speech she makes to our cafeteria, my lunch table justs sits there, rocking our gay babies. "Okay everyone, great job eating today!"

A Event that never shall be forgotten.

Well, last night, I went over to my friend Alice's house. Laura, my other dear friend was there as well. The entire evening was rather insane.

The first event was the fedora giving. In our last meeting, (we have a once a month meeting club called LAMA, where we watch movies) we watched The Sting. As some more awesome blog readers may know, throughout The Sting, many characters end up wearing fedoras. Namely, Robert Redford. Need I say more about our fedora obsession? Anyways, yesterday, pre-LAM (our second 'A' in Lama could not attend.) I went to a garage sale with my parents. And, I found FOUR FEDORA HATS for only $11.50. All together. Awesome, no? So, we all got one. Which was amazing, to say the least. In fact, soon after obtaining our new fedoras, we filmed a movie that would rival all movies once considered great. Basically it was us running around because Laura stole my fedora. We later filmed an edited version that we hope to see on youtube sometime very soon. And then, it was pizza time. Laura very kindly made pizza dough simply because we rock and we decided to start making them so we could eat while watching the feature presentation of the night, Indiana Jones and the Raiders of the Lost Ark. So, fedora hats on head, we begun the pizza-making process. Soon Alice and I engaged in a pretend battle. While singing the Indiana Jones theme song, I picked up cooking spray and aimed it at Alice menacingly. And then, the unimaginable happened. Alice picked up the tomato sauce and not knowing that it was already opened, but with the cap placed lightly on top, she swung it like a sword and tomato sauce splattered EVERYWHERE. When I say everywhere, I mean EVERYWHERE. Well actually it was just behind her on the floor, but still. Soon Beau, her wonderful dog (lets not forget Stella though,) was licking everything up. Here ends the majority of the pizza drama. Until, when getting water from Alice's amazing water pouring fridge, Laura called me a Nazi. (to clear things up, I am not a Nazi, and I do not support Nazihood.) and I had just taken a large sip of water, but I had to laugh. Immediately, I started dying. For a while, it went on like this: A can't breathe, but I have to laugh, while simultaneously trying to cough up the water lodged in my throat. If you are not aware, cough while laughing and choking is a little much to ask of the human body. After managing to take a couple shaky breaths, I could only think of revenge. Laura soon died as well.
After the movie, we were very inspired by the wonder of Indiana Jones. We decided that the time was now to make our own Indiana Jones film. With me playing Indiana Jones, Alice as West Virginia Jones, and Laura with the camera in hand, we begun a quest for the cup, the jet-puffed treasure and we had to burn the special papers to keep them from the Nazis. It has yet to be posted on youtube, but assure you that it was awesome. The story follows us into the car on the way to 7-11, inside the store to buy marshmellows (the people kept looking at us weirdly. can't imagine why...) on the way back, capturing the golden cup and then using the fire-pit (and the safety knowledge of Smokey the Bear!) to burn the treachorous papers that have forever held us hostage. After this point, the night was a whirlwind of making out with marshmellows (don't ask. OLIVE OLIVE OLIVE OLIVE), Truth or dare and old women yelling BAH BAH BAH BAH! (ok, Laura wasn't there for that.)

As you can see, it was a very interesting night.

Skittles R.I.P.

My beautiful, smart, cocky friend Alice graciously told me out of the goodness of her heart to write about Skittles. Yes I was told to write about skittles. Why I was told to execute this task, however, is still unknown. According to dictionary.com skittles are:
Skittles –noun Chiefly British.

1.	skittles, (used with a singular verb) ninepins in which a wooden ball or disk is used to knock down the pins.

2.	one of the pins used in this game.

Erm, ok. Don't they mean bowling?
Yes, I realize that by saying that I have labeled myself as the average American. Shit.
Anyways, I am sure that most reading my blog will think of skittles as a candy that at first glance would seem to be a rip off of M&Ms. But no, they are fruity while M&Ms are chocolaty. That's the one and only difference that I can think of.

little Aside from being a beloved candy, or a random game from Britain that I am to American to recognize as anything deeper that bowling while there are oodles of people drinking tea. (Just Kidding. I'm not that stupid) Skittles have a deeper meaning. I have no clue if Alice, that lovablescallywag, intended for me to write about. In fact, I am certainly hoping that she did not, for I find it a little hard to write about. Up until a few months ago, my family was in the possession of a Bearded Dragon named Skittles. Yes, Skittles hardly ever moved, and until his death in January we all took him for granted, but I would truly like to tribute Skittles in this blog and ask you to hold a moment for the lost life of an honorable lizard.

Sardines

Alas, Sunday was the last day of my church's youth group season, which meant we could hardly not play sardines. Sardines, if you don't know, is possibly the best game on the planet. It is played like hide and go seek, but two people hide together, and when they are found, the finder must hide with them, which when you have enough people that find them, can get rather, erm, awkward. The game we played last night, takes the cake in awkardidity, though. My group consisted of Jeremy and Drew, (Alice, do discuss this with me later, my blog comments are not the place) and we won. We found the hiders first. They were in the bathroom, standing on the toilets. I had bear feet. So, there I was, standing on a public toilet with no shoes on. O dear. Soon, we were joined by others. There were at least five people in each stall, even more by the end, all standing on the toilet. Yes, I am sure, especially after telling multiple peers this same story, that whatever scallywag (yo ho!) is reading my blog does not share the same hilarity that I find in this story, but still. I had a hearty laugh... and I used half a bar of soap trying to clean my feet.

Impossiblility and Repetitivity

Yes, I have been sucked into the craze of the Impossible Quiz.
Okay, I actually got sucked in a while ago, but I recently started playing it again.
It is addicting. Everytime I lose I immediately start playing again, thinking that for sure I will make it this time. I am yet to beat it. Which I find rather sad. But knowing that many other greats have been in the same situation as I have, and succeeded, makes me feel as though this is hope. Was it not our very own Theodore Roosevelt that said, "It is hard to fail, but it is worse never to have tried to succeed."? I'm not quite sure if that quote really applies itself that well to this situation, but its the best I could find after searching "Inspirational Quotes" on Google and clicking on the first promising looking website I could find.
Also something new and big in the world wide web, Charlie and the Unicorn. The second.
Now, I cannot truthfully say that I really liked the first one, but I'm sure I would appreciate it more if it was not played until I could recite every line and it would play endlessly in my head as I tried to sleep. But, after seeing the video 4 whole times, I would say that despite being hilarious the first two times, it loses its thunder after a while.. and you get that annoying song stuck in your head. But not even the whole song, just the first part where they're like "Put a banana is your ear (a banana in my ear) just put a ripe banana your ear!"
Seriously though, I think that Jeremy will forever be the true banana king...

If I was the proud owner of a dragon...

With little topics to write about, I turned to my faithful and ever supportive readers (turns out that I actually have two!) for inspiration. After much debate on what and what I should not put in my blog, we concluded that I should discuss what would happen if yours truly had a dragon. 

1. Because my backyard is space limited, I would either put him/her into a specially designed care center in Scandinavia or have him/her torch my neighbor's houses. Preferably the latter.

2. On the subject of feeding my pet, I don't that I would like him/her to eat animals, for I myself am a vegetarian, so I suppose I'd either find a diet of healthy greens or simply feed it sixth graders.

3. On May 23, 2008, I would send my dragon to eat George W. Bush

4. The next day, my dragon would morph into a cat.  

5. After morphing back, my dragon, Grendal, as I have affectionally named it, will forever reign as the king of New York

6. In Buswona, (see earlier post, Buswona) Grendal will be named Secretary of Evil and our national defender. 

7. I will teach Grendal to become a lap dragon. 

8. I will paint Grendal rainbow colors. 

9. Grendal and I will die together fighting valiantly against Saladfingers, The Evil Conquerer of the North (but we'll still win cuz she like Colin Johnson in the Primary School.)

I think that this will be all. 

Pirates and Badly Timed Profanities.

My friends and I have recently ascended to the brilliant height of piratehood. Do not distress because you wish you were a pirate too, for I shall teach you the ways of amazadazzlingness.

1. Sit up straight, for we are pirates of excellent posture (if you must, throw in a polite golf clap)

2. Lift thine right hand

3. Put palm of right hand into "eye patch position" (eye patch position means you cover your eye and eye area {be it defined or no} in such a way that would suggest that you should have an eye patch.)

4. Lift thine left hand and curl into a fist.

5. Stick out one of thine fingers (index is preferable) and curl as though you have a hook

  5a. If one wishes to put their hands in the "molesting hook" position, simply wiggle thine finger as though- never mind.

6. Take a deep breath and careful enunciate 'AR!' as though you ar! actually ar! pAR!ate.

on to my next subject. 

 one of the most enjoyable mornings of my week this week, was the one that my fair komrad (cuz were kommunist.. please refer to my earlier post, buswona, before making any judgements, thank you) should have utter a profanity in the presence of a teacher.. We were walking through the halls of my school, cheerily discussing the latest nasty turn in my oh-so-not-perfect personal life (which I do not wish to post the details of on my blog. sorry.. i know that you were just so interested about the guy that ruined my life and broke my heart.) when my good Ritti, in her anger at my former 'boyfriend' (i call it that, but i suppose the name didn't really mean much to him, that filthy cheating scum.) said "that stupid BASTARDINO!" and at which time, one of the science teachers strolled casually out of the nearest classroom. I am surprised even now that he didn't fly into a fit of rage when hearing her semi-accidental slip, especially considering the lack of students around us. It was quite the hilarity. I am still laughing... Though not really. Just a chuckle. Ha. Ha Ha. 

Fare thee well, good reader.

Sixth Graders and Freshmen

As much as I hate to use this blog to trash people, the following testimony I am about to give is going to do just that. The only way I can justify this is by saying, "It doesn't matter what I say about my morals about trashing people via blog because whatever they are, Sixth Graders are far from being human." I can not wait until I get them alone in a dark alley. Just kidding. Ha. Ha. I have no plans of murder. Just silent hatred. Sixth graders are just very obnoxious, (i think some even know and like that.) and they get on my nerves like cheese sauce on broccoli. Especially the 'popular' crowd that goes on my bus that instead of using, nice, indoor voices has to scream instead of talk like a normal person. A message to the sixth graders in my school, yes, you were fifth graders and the biggest little kiddies in all of elementary school land, but now you are in middle school and really really really short. 

Speaking of Freshman, I just finished the book Sleeping Freshman Never Lie it was brilliant. I am astounded. 

I apologize for my little i-hate-stupid-little-sixth-graders-outburst and to anyone that it offended. I will probably delete it next week so its ok..

Buswona

Yes, I am well aware that I have not blogged for a good long while. I must beg your forgiveness. Please.. please.. please forgive me. Okay. Glad that that's over. Well, I must tell you that my recent trip to DC was amazing, to say the least. 

During a short visit to the White House, we noticed some Secret Service people on the roof [btw: we also debated why they are called the secret service because I'd be willing to bet that over 56% of our country, and perhaps 43% of the world knows that they exist] and we made our secret service agent names. This simple game evolved into something much more. Right there, in the capital of our country, we [agents wonderland, ritti, peachycheeks, and Kay (i think that's me but i cant be sure because it has nothing to do with my name)] made our own country. We started with the basics, such as what our national anthem would be, and what the national podcast is. Then we moved on to the roles in our society. Wonderland and Ritti are the presidents. We say president, but we really mean dictator. Yes, we do have elections.. but they're rigged. [we got this idea from the last two elections the USA has had. it's like exactly the same only our presidents have an IQ that's bigger than their shoe size. and we are Kommunists hahahaha.. I crack myself up] 

ANYWAYS! Agent Peachycheeks was our secretary of defense and sanitation [only the second one because he ended up picking up all the trash on the bus. hahahaha. he cracks me up]. I played the secretary of state, official scribe, treasurer, and secret service. as you can see, I was definitely most important. 

In the end, we decided to name our brave little nation Buswona. [not to be confused with the national swear-word, baslama] We named it this in honor of our bus, Bus One. see, Bus One, Busone, Busona, Buswona! Anyways, just decided to share with the faithful readers of my blog (noone) one of the many parts of my lovely trip to Washington. 

Toodles!

Love at first listen

I must tell you of my new obsession.

The Academy is...

I officially LOVE them.

my brother made a playlist of music he thought i mite like

so one morning (saturday, i remember it so well!)

i decided to start listening to it.

attention started playing and i fell completely in love.

i suppose that you can add them to my suddenly growing list of celebrity crushes,

but my favorite song, so far has been, the phrase that pays.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CFaHPLnD-M&feature=related

it will be the most beautiful sounds you will ever hear.

or your money back

the capital and celebrity crushes

well well well....

i am writing to you 40 minutes before my departure to washington dc

to say that i am excited would be an extreme understatement. 

i am to the point of going to the bus now and demanding that they take me early.

also what has been on my mind this week is celebrity crushes.

I must tell you that this saturday, i went to see Juno.

if you don't know, juno is very possibly the best movie ever made..

one of the reasons that made it so completely brilliant was michael cera.

he is my favorite person in the whole wide world,

and therefore my new celebrity crush. 

no, this is not only because of his performance in juno.

i LOVE arrested development. like, beyond love..

unfortunately, it went off air, so i can only get small tastes of it when we get a season out from the library. 

so you imagine my excitement at seeing michael cera on screen in juno.

almost as much as excitement for going to dc.

also, my original celebrity crush i should probably mention.

john krasinski.

he is one of the many reasons i am absolutely obsessed with the office.

but we shan't go to far into this, shall we.

and yes, i feel unbelievably shallow writing this. but still. give me some credit.

My heroes

Someone asked me a couple days ago about who my hero was. Obvious answers would be people like George Washington, perhaps Abraham Lincoln, maybe even Johnny Depp. But it made me think, Who really are my heroes? According to Dwight K Schrute of The Office,  heroes are the guys that wake up every morning and go into their real jobs and get a distress call from the comissioner and take off their glasses and put on their capes and fly around fighting crime. Well, in some senses I must agree. Of course the only person I can think of that does that is... no one. So, um. Ok. Abe Lincoln it is.

Velcome

And welcome to my blog.