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!