Crushed dreams

My dreams have been crushed.

And, for once, not by Wilfred the Sheep (And he crushes a LOT of dreams, lemme just say.), but by my mom.

She has told me that a lemon milk-shake won't work, because the lemon will currdle the milk.

And now my life is devoid of any and all color, as you can tell my the boringness of this post.

T.T

WHY, CRUEL WORLD, WHY?!?!?!?!?!?!

first day of summer

This is what I've done today:

Well, I woke up at ten (I know, I'm so lazy, but it's summer, for cryin' out loud!! What did you expect?!).

I played My Little Ponies for an hour.

I played Arcuz for an hour after that.

Then I played some Doctor Who game for an hour.

Then I ate sloppy soy (The veggi. version of sloppy joe.) for lunch.

And now I'm blogging and looking for a different game to play.

Spencer says he's kicking me off of the computer at 2:30, so after that I'll proabally do my summer reading project (We have to read To Kill a Mockingbird, and, so far, I see no plot.). Goof off. Do origami (Proabally spelled that wrong, but I really don't care right now.).

Oh, and eat frosting.

Nom.

Obviously, my summers are very boring.

Skol

So, in a detour from my usual random crazy crap, I'm going to do something serious.

Yes, I know--none of you thought that I was able to do something seriously. But, I can.

Today was the last day of school.

But, it seems as if it was last week that I was walking into Fletcher's first and second block French I class, praying that I was in the right place.

I remember that first week, everything shiny and new--even the building. Especially the building--they had just finished building earlier in the year.

Well, everything but the doors, because none of them actually closed all the way without serious effort.

Then, after that first week, everything looked old.

I would have failed that first semester if it weren't for extra-credit teachers that thought that I was a gift to teacher-kind.

Then came Winter break.

And the second semester came.

Within THAT first week, the cheap tiles started coming up. All of our workbooks were doodled in and frayed, and the desks were covered in doodles and carvings.

And the teachers were p****, because they now had to remember ANOTHER 100+ names.

But now, it's over, and the next year is going to SUCK just as much as this past.

But there'll be some good parts:

We get a whole new set of teachers (that most likely won't know who we are) to annoy the crap out of.

We'll get to get new agendas--ones that the pass-book part won't be torn out of, so we can skip some more classes.

We'll get to see our friends again.

And let's not forget the very best part--we won't be eighth-graders anymore, so we get to pick on the new fishes.

Holly Hades, I sound like I'm giving a speech, limm.

I swear, if my computer dies and this hasn't been saved, I'mma seriously hurt somebody.

Most likely by hitting them in the head with a giant spoon.

THANK YOU, Fletcher, for not giving up on me when I was going through a bad spot. THANK YOU, Marshall, for putting up with me in general. THANK YOU,  Haruko-San, because I would have killed MYSELF if I had had to put up with me as much as you did. THANK YOU, Bowers, for simply being the best science teacher possible. THANK YOU, Mr. E, for putting up with my sarcastic random bull. THANK YOU, to all of my friends, because we all know that I would have gone even more insane than  already am if if weren't for you guys. And NO THANK YOU, Greenwood--I hope you get fired, because your teaching SUCKS BOUNCY BALLS (In ALL of the classes you teach, and I know because the demon ladies in the Main Office put me in all of them. SERIOUSLY, PEOPLE--GIVE ME A BREAK!!!!).

Crashed

So, yesterday, my zen (it's like an iPod, if you don't know what those are) CRASHED on me.

So I have reverted to my ANCIENT mp3 player that's so old, the button to turn up the volume is BELOW the one to turn it down. WTH(ecate)??!!

Slender Man

So, once, I wrote "child eating deamon" on a paper in ancient Greek (long story about why I know how to write that).

And Rushi started to draw slender man on the page.

She didn't even know what the paper said!!

My life is ironic.

Anyways, I have a challange.

If you could draw a face on slender man, and give him a wig, what/who would you make him look like?

Rushi said:  

 

•__ •

 

You just can't beat that face, lololol

kicked out

I got kicked out of the library, today.

THE LIBRARY.

I'm not going to say what I said, but it went something like this:

Me: *says something jokeingly to friend*

Friend: *laughing REALLY hard*

Librarian: *walking up behind us* Um, excuse me, miss, but you need to leave. Just take your stuff, and go.

Yeah.... so now, I can't go into the library for the rest of the year.

Luckly, tomorow is the last day.

YAY!!!! ^.^

Tin Tin

Okay, so there's this dude at our school that looks like Tin Tin, apparently. He has wood shop third block, and because that's right across the hall of ways from the art room (Pieré, Emily, Rushi and I have art for third block), every time we see him, we start screaming out "Tin Tin!" Well, THEY do. I don't. I always tell them that one day, he's going to be famous for something, and some reporter is going to ask him the weirdest thing people called him in high skol, and he'll be all like, "Well, there was this group of girls that always called me Tin Tin."

Magical dodo telepathical field

Dodos are not extinct. They live in that mountain that the nuclear powerplant people dug out, sitting in their BOSS CHAIRS, WEARING THEIR LITTLE RED HATS. And the US popes use them to monitor the internationally connected spee-i-door webs. The dodos are watching you. *waves* HI DODO!!!!! Lolol, BEST CONSPIRACY EVER.

Jeremy!!!!

Okay, so my AWESOMEST friend EVER, Emily, has this dinosaur. And his name is Jeremy. Jeremy is the sexiest dinosaur to have ever walked in the minds of teenage-kind. And Rushi has an ALPACA named Jeremy, aussi. Yeah... In creative writing, I did this one story where Rushi and Jeremy the Alpaca run away together, lol

lol, nope!

          Crabby and I were talking the other day in History, and somehow wound up on the topic of "lol, nope!" moments. 
          
          So we've decided to hold a contest-tell us of your favorite lol, nope! moment.
          
          It doesn't even have to be yours!

          And if you don't know what a lol, nope! moment is, we pity you with all of our non-existent souls. But we're not going to tell you.

          P.S.-the prize for winning is a virtual cookie.

Aco-taco

Are you an aco-taco? Yeah.... That's all I have to say 'bout aco-tacos, 'sept that I'm one, limm. Special thanks to EMILY, for creating my fellow aco-tacos and I, lol.

OMG--AMAZING--I FEEL SO FREEKING LOVED

United States	161
Germany	48
Russia	39
Romania	16
Finland	2
France	1
Indonesia	1

unsolovable riddle

I have come up with an unsolvable riddle.

This is how is goes:

I know a song that gets--er... Sorry. Every time I say "this is how it goes," that song gets stuck in my headand I start to sing it.

Any ways, this is how I REALLY goes:

The arow turns in on itself. What is it's name?

And, if need be, you get two hints, the first being:

You see it everyday, but never for what it truly is.

And the second is:

Standard handwriteing.

But I usually don't give out the second hint, kuz I think that it makes it too obvious. first one to comment the correct answer gets a virtual cookie!!!

Lauren, Crabby, Rushi--you are excluded. If you refrain from putting the answer, I'll give you a vir. cookie just cuz.

AND VIR. COOKIES FOR ALL!!!!

Special thanks to my mind, which has NOT been lost, but is sitting on my dresser next to common sense, sanity, boringness and normality.

Theivery

So, every Sunday, at church, I sit in the entry-way and wait for my friend Lauren to come through the doors. The moment she does, I jump up, run to her, grab her by the arm and drag her away from her family, screaming out,"THIEVERY!!! CONSIDER YOURSELF STOLLEN!!!"

Yeah.... We have no life, limm.

Any body else do something simmilar?

CHECK OUT ALL THE PEEPZ THAT HAVE LOOKED AT MY RANDOM CRAP!!!

United States	150
Germany	45
Russia	36
Romania	16 OMG, A VAMPYRE LOOKED AT MY BOLG!!! OMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMG!!!!
Finland	2
France	1
Indonesia	1   Yeah.... I couldn't find any good pic's of this one, so:

Glitter'd

Today, I made a glittery mastake--I did my make-up BEFORE I took my adderal.....

Yeah....

So my face is covered in glitter that will most likely take a week to get all the way off.

Bah.... I mean, I like glitter, and all, but people are telling me I look like I could be Edward's sister. And as much as I think Edward is AWESOME, I still don't wanna look like him from the glitter factor.

And I'm sure my bangs being dyed red doesn't help. But most people forget that Edward's hair is actually red, because they're suckers, and DIDN'T READ THE BOOK FIRST.

Loosers, the lot of them.

And now it's getting kinda obvious that I read too much midievil stuff, so I'mma gunna' stop now.

And now my accent is showing in my typeing. Bah.X(

BEST SONG EVER

Okay, so everybody remembers that one PINK song, Get the Party Started?

Yeah.... It's the BEST SONG EVER.

And extremly old.... lol

Tiny skizorz

I have a tiny pair of skizorz.

Seriously, they're the size of the first two joints of my pinkie-finger.

Epic, I know.

yay Rushi-Chan!!!

YAYAYAYAYAYAY OF MY BESTIIE, RUSHI-CHAN!!!

Yeah.....

Well, she finally got a blogspot. So now I get to annoy the crap out of her on a whole level!!!!

LIMMMMMMMM!!!! ^.^

Cheating??

My friends and I have this saying:

"You may call it 'cheating,' but we call it 'collective work.'"

Yeah.... That's about it....

Well, 'sept this one time, in second grade, I got in trouble for asking somebody what page they were on--they even said that that was what I had asked--in math class, but the teacher was in insensitive little p****, and said that I was cheating, and I had to go to see the stupid Pope (any form of authority, such as the police or principle....bleh, I'm sure I spelled  that wrong.).

Repeat

So, a bunch of my friends and I have this habbit of putting a song on repeat, and not realizing until an hour later that we've been listening to the same song.

Yeah.....

But I have an excuxce (is that spelled right??)--most of my music is in Japanese.

Again, yeah.......

Coffee Creamer--one way ticket to the FoP

In my mind, only two things will make you deserve to go to the FoP (Fields of Punishment).

The first is harming any creature--including plants--in any way, shape, and/or form, be it intentional or not, even to the slightest degree.

And the second is to use coffee creamer. YOU WILL SO TO THE FoP IF YOU USE COFFEE CREAMER.

Coffee and sugar. Nothing else.

Pop-les Bubbles

Okay, so I have bubbles that are pop-resistant.

And we're going to annoy Greenwood in art class by blowing them.

*evil grin*

WOOH!!!! TAKE THAT, GREENWOOD, WITH YOUR STUPID MATH-RELATED ART PROJ'S!!!!

CRABBY!!

OKAY, SO EVERYPONY REMEMBERS THAT DUDE FROM BAYBLADE THAT WAS OBSESED WITH CRABS??

WELL, I HAVE THIS FRIEND, AND HER ARMS ARE ALWAYS TURNING RED.

WE CALL HER CRABBY, AND DO THE FINGER THINGIE THAT CRABS DO.

YEAH....

YAY LAUREN!!!!

EVERYBODY, SAY YAY TO LAUREN!!!!

SHE WAS MY 200TH VIEWER!!!!!!!

Please don't ask how I know this, it's a bit complacated.

SO YAY FOR HOUSEKENESHT!!!!

I mean, that's not how it's spelled, but it's what I call her, limmm ^.^

MAFFIA OF CATS

I WANT A MAFFIA OF CATS.

So, the other day, I was watching PowerPuff Girls, and they were looking for this dude's cat, and Bubbles started meowing, and all these cats mobbed to her, and she was all like, "KITTIES!!!!"

So now I want a maffia of cats.

Kyou (from Fruits Basket) has one, only his is made up of a bunch of kittens.

Walking High-Ligter

I FEEL LIKE A WALKING HIGH-LIGHTER TODAY.

WHY? BECAUSE I'M WEARING A BUNCH OF NEON YELLOW.

Hair

WE CHOPED OFF MY HAIR!!!!

Yeah, that's about it on that topic, limm.