Destination Unknown

We had to go to my Grandma G.'s house because she was going to take us somewhere. We were told to bring Nigel, the video camera, the digital camera, and a cooler.
We got halfway to her house and realized we had to go back for the cooler.
When we arrived at her house she came out with a bag of food and a bag of blankets.
First we went to a gas station.
Liza said, "Wee! That was fun! Now we go back!"
Then we went down the highway with various guesses at where we were going. Except for me. I didn't know and didn't really care.
Granny led us to believe it was the zoo, Grandpa Shorty's, um, the game reserve, and some other things before we got into town and my mom figured it out.
Grandma was taking us to the park in Boliver. She said it was really cool down there and there were these trees with roots that looked like some sort of alien city, or termite hills, or something.
I'd put a pic of them here, but I'm not on the administrator account, so I can't get at them.
They're cool anyway.
Bob says hi.
Nigel got some photos taken that I will upload when I get to it, but Morris didn't come. He's a homebody.
We hung around at the park for a bit. I found a memorial for the little girlscouts that were slaughtered or the alter where they sacrificed people to the girlscouts. We couldn't decide. We also found this big empty room with drains in the floor and decided this was where they kept the soon to be sacrifices.
We left the park after we ate the lunch from our cooler and drove around town looking for this art museum. We found a cemetary instead of an art museum and drove through the circle drive there, looking at the old headstones. When we came out of the drive we saw the art museum next door. It was closed, but at least there was one. Then we found a histroical museum of whatever county we were in and went there.
The museum was run by about six little old ladies that sat around in the front room of the building. There were these maniquins through the whole thing, wearing clothes from the different periods and they were creepy. The stairs were weird too, they were like escalator stairs, but they were just stairs. They had veritical stripes on them, too, so double difficluty going up or down.
We got icecream and took Granny home. It was kinda fun. I think we're going to do it again somtime.
That was pretty much it.
----Boys will be boys, hiding in estrogine and wearing aubergine dreams. Give me a break.

Wow, it's been a bit.

Um, Sunday we went to my mom's friend's house, shot off some fireworks, and had burgers and stuff. That was alright. They told stories and stuff.

Monday it was just me and Evan again.
We hung out w/ Mr. B and did nothing most of the day. Then because Brady wasn't here we couldn't do our finger puppet thing. Oh, *sniff, sniff* how sad. The only thing of note that happened was that I fed Evan these knock-off goldfish (whales) off the floor that sixthlets were throwing at him. He ate them all before I told him, but this didn't bother him because now he claims he can get revenge on me. Okay, if I did that to him and he gets to do something to me, then why haven't I been cashing in the revenge tokens he's been giving me, huh? He just makes things up when it suits him. He's got Brady and Mr.B on his side. I did a bad thing.
We went and picked up Jessica and her sister. Jessica spent the night at my house and we're geniuses, now. We know everything! That's what we decided. She told me about Kyle and how they're doing.(Wonderful by the way.) Then we went to sleep at around midnight which was early for us because Brady and Evan were supposed to come over Tuesday to do some Scuba Trees stuff at noon.

Tuesday: I woke up from the sun coming through my french doors and then I heard the doorbell ring. I got up and grabbed some clothes to put on and turns out Brady's here! At eight. I woke up Jessica and she put on clothes, too. Brady got here early because he couldn't stay, he had an orthodontist's oppointment and we fed him popcorn right before he had to leave. ;)
We sat and watched TV until we woke Evan up with his phone and had him come over earlier because Brady had to leave around noon--- whattheheck is upwith thespacebar?.
When Evan arrived (sleepy) we began our expedition out into the woods to the old house that's up there. We took the camera and filmed a bunch of stuff about an alien base in the old house because we were told not to go in it. There's an out house back there! Brady found some old glass bottles, too. Well, Brady left and it was just Evan, Jessica, and me for a bit. We edited the footage. Then Jessica left and it was just me and Evan, again. It's always just me and Evan at the end. I let Evan play KHII until his mom came by to get him.
I sat around and didn't do anything for a bit then my dad came home with another new kitten. He's sweet and fuzzy and viscious. He's so adorable! He looks like he's part bobcat or something. He's got the little tufts of fuzz on his ears and the markings, but he's a cat. He hisses at the other cats and is just absolutely terrifying. Well, to Pig he really is scary.

Today was the last day of Fun Summer School! ;C I'm sad! Our last class with Mr.B is over and we're gone and moved on! Isn't it horrible? We ran around with Mr.B again because everyone was doing arobics again. We did abunch of running around with Mr.B and then watched the end of The Rookie. Wow, that was lame. I hadn't even seen the begining and it was lame. Totally. Then we went and sat in the gym. Evan and I chatted while Brady played dodgeball. Mr.B came to sit with us at one point and we talked to him a little. After that we were sent outside to the elementary playground and got hotdogs to eat with little tiny packages of chips. They were little bitty. I wasn't feeling so good most of the time and after we ate Brady went to play another sport and it was just me and Evan again. Liza did come over to sit with us too.
Evan lost Lumpy at one point and we had to go on a search for Lumpy the Moose. I wrote about Lumpy right? And I found him because I'm awesome like that. We talked and I think Evan's a chick magnet. We were just sitting there and this little girl about six came up to us and started chatting her little head off. I had her convinced Evan's name was Captain and she thought Evan was my boyfriend. XP These are the rest of the groups of girls that Evan pulled in with his amazing magnetic ability: A group of kindergarten pink girls, two seven-year-old boys that tried to take Lumpy and make me Evan's slave, a couple of sixthlets that think he's cute and throw knock-off goldfish at him, a girl with some kind of disorder, and then the goldfish throwing fanclub and their other friends. Brady got to leave early today because his grandma showed up.
I came home and changed into my shortest, sleevelessest pj's and am sitting blogging and stuff. Oh, yeah. I'm also plugged into my cd player.
--- If you could have one super power what would it be?

Myspace is time consuming.

I got my myspace pimped at last. Now it isn't so *blah*.
Okay Friday was only yesterday? Wow, seems longer than that.
Yesterday Brady didn't show up in the twilight time between and it was just me and Evan all day.
It was movie day or something like that and we would have had to do Areobics (NOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!NEVERNEVERNEVERAGAIN! notareobicsnotareobicsnotareobics...) if Mr. B hadn't recruted us to help him set up the projector. We lugged the screen over to the middle school and onto the stage where we screwed around with it, trying to get it set up. That screen is wierd to set up you have to pull the screen down then push the pole up instead of the otherway round. That was difficult. Then the DVD player wasn't working. It was cheap and wouldn't recognize the discs we put in, but Evan and I didn't care because they were going to make us watch that stupid Disney movie High School Musical. You've got to be kidding me. One of the teachers brought in another DVD player, however so we did end up watching that, but Evan had his iPod and I had Fillip, so we were good. (The word fillip means to snap one's fingers. I didn't know that until Evan told me.) That movie looked really stupid, I didn't hear much of it. We had to share popcorn, cause Mr. B totally missed me, but that's okay, too, because Evan doesn't really like popcorn. (He's such a freak.) Oh, speaking of freaks, check out the pic of him on myspace. C: He's the guy with the hat and the Pink Panther. Oh, and that's a spoon in his mouth, not a giant cigarette or something.
We went to the middle school gym after that stupid movie and listened to the iPod some more and chatted. That was it really.
Mr. B sent me the Thumb Movies. Their a bunch of parodies of big hit movies done with a bunch of thumbs. They did Thumb Wars, Thumbtanic, Frankenthumb, The Godthumb, and a few more. They're pretty funny.
That's it.
Today I've just got to go to a family reunion. That's my day. Fun, huh?
---It's hard to argue when you won't stop making sense, but my tongue still misbehaves and it keeps diggin' my own grave . . .

Thurdsday, I could never get the hang of Thursdays...

Oh, la de da. I'm booooooo r ed.
And I'm mad at the jumpdrive. It doesn't want to give me my file over here. It's like okay I have it let's go and when I plug it into this computer it goes ummmmm . . . No. And I can't even see the file I moved.
So, instead of replacing the fonts I lost, I'm blogging.
Today:
In the twilight time between:
This is what I'm calling that period between when you get to the place and the thing starts. The twilight time between. It's like a weird limbo state really.
Nothing happened. Nothing ever happens in the twilight time between because that's the point.
First hour: Evan didn't show up. Brady and I are like where's Evan? And we don't know.
We filmed a sketch and ate hershey's kisses (yes, Evan all the hershey's kisses are gone, now).
ATC: Mrs. Catlady's class played Mr.B's class again only the freshman weren't allowed to play because "That's not fair." Um, I don't know what we did really, I didn't pay attention. I called Evan on my cell before second hour to find out what was up and I woke him up. I kinda feel bad now because he wasn't feeling well, but *shrug* I thought he was just being lazy and sleeping in. He sounded thrilled over the phone.
Lunch: We sat around and waited to leave. Crazy Legs Anwder and his crew have learned a new game. Kick the ball at us. They score a goal when they hit us. I'm going to knife that stupid pink ball if it hits me one more time.
Mythology: I made more fingerpuppets. Wee.
Then I went home and took a nap and messed with fonts until my sister needed the laptop.
That's it for today really.
I should post one of my scrapped vampire scenarios on this site. It'd fill up space. Yeah, if I can get one over here.
--- We can hide the bodies on the ride home . . .

Summer Solstice

That's today.

Yesterday was the field trip. Evan said we should go. We went.
The field trip was to another tourist cave in the area and all the people that were there were from out of state except for the employees. This cave was better than the last. There was a formation called a cathedral that they let you walk through that looked really awesome.
We took the tour of the cave first, then we hung out in the gift shop looking at the stone vases from Pakistan, stuffed bats, bits of died rock from China, and cat fur eagles for thirty minutes with Mr.B. Then we went to watch the Wings of the World thingy with a bunch of elementary students. Wow. That was--- elementary level. Mr.B had to go up there and dance, hee, hee. We then went back to the gift shop for ten minutes and then outside. We sat outside for a long time and ate whatever you brought for lunch. We went and looked at this bird zoo thing they had at the top of the hill. There was a something that starts with an A hornbill from Africa up there that was cool. It was about three feet tall and had killed a baseball hat. Then we went back to the gift shop for a longer time and were sent back outside again. Evan bought a little plastic moose for a dollar and named it Lumpy and we bought Mr. B the cheesiest thing we could find in the store (in our price range): a yellow "marble" banana from Mexico.
Then we went home.
This was Evan's idea. Brady and I kept saying that we could be at my house doing Scuba Trees right now.
Evan has knees of steel. There was these pieces of "marble" bamboo in with the Mexican stone fruit and I took one and tapped Evan on the knee with it--- I didn't even really hit him--- and it snapped in two. We put the pieces in the basket and ran outside. Oh, and we almost broke a display of jewelry. I was standing under the AC vent and Evan wanted me to move so he tried to push me out of the square of cool air, but I stayed where I was and pushed back. We stood for a second back to back leaning on each other and pushing until Evan moved to try and make me fall over, as I knew he would. Well, I fell onto him still standing behind me, and he almost fell into the display behind him. The cashier lady was watching us with big eyes. We sort of laughed and went back outside where we couldn't break anything but trees and that weird orange newt thing on the mini-golf course they have.
We went back to school and sat in the gym for another hour because we weren't supposed to leave until 4:30.
Then Evan came home with me and we did some Scuba Trees stuff. We recorded a bunch of stuff outside and can use some of the better material for some of the actual episodes.

Today was a normal school day.
First hour we recorded a sketch based on that old hardware store duck food joke, you know. I was totally zonked out most of the morning anyway and Mr. B wanted me to be in this sketch as a shopper in the back ground of the hardware store. Wee.
ATC was fun. We challenged Mrs. Catlady's class to a match first hour and Mr.B put in all short people until the very last round when he put Brady, Evan, and me in, along with a smart short kid. Needless to say Mr.B's class won. Oh, I just remembered the name of my team! The Poisonus Indestructible Antfarm.
Second hour The Wire Hangers played Evan's team and lost. Then my team, Ak's Minions, beat the losers. I don't remember so well because I was plugged into Fillip most of the time and reading A Jet Black Sunrise. It's a collection of poems about war times.
Lunch Brady played with his brand new PSP he bought with his own cash and Evan left to go to work with his dad and make some money. I watched Brady mess with the PSP. He found out he could use it for the internet and we were talking about where he could use it. I said Wi-Fi. Brady said he could just go home and plug it into his computer and use it from there. I asked him why he wanted to plug his PSP into his computer and then use the PSP to surf the internet. He said because it's wicked awesome.
In Greek Mythology Brady made a top hat and bowtie for Nigel (for story see Nigel and Morris's Blog) and I made more little dresses for our fingers.
Brady understands Nigel where as Evan doesn't. Evan said he wanted a pet bowling pin, too! Nigel isn't a pet!
Um, that sounds like it for today. Oh, I went swimming for only the second time this Summer. Happy Solstice!
--- If I had a nickel for every d*** dime, I'd have half the time.

It's a monday.

Today was okay for a Monday.

First hour we began filming thie first sketch which Brady is in, so it was just me and Evan talking quietly while they were filming.

And Pidgeon discovered Fuzzy.

Pidgeon is a sixth grader that walks pidgeon toed, hench the name and it's convinent for public Blogging, and has the loudest most annoying voice you will ever hear. She is in second hour ATC as well and always jumps the gun getting the answers wrong every time when someone on her team knows the answer (e.g. today, when she was on my team, Ak the Flatulent's Minions of Evil).
Fuzzy is a piece of a weed. It's name is more specifically Uncle Fuzzy. Fuzzy tells Pidgeon the answers, and Pidgeon shouts about this when she gets one right or wrong or anyone else gets one right or wrong.

This is annoying.

Tyrnee, a eigth grader on my team, took Fuzzy from Pidgeon and ripped it to shreds, tossing it in the trash can.
Pidgeon had a back up. She proclaimed that the real Fuzzy and denounced the grass in the trashcan. Things went back to the way they were until Mr. B gave up and took Fuzzy from Pidgeon, telling her weed is bad.
All was well until about the middle of the match Pidgeon began lamenting the loss of her beloved Fuzzy the Weed.
I left the room to take some ibueprofin and Brady came too. Brady was on the opposing team.
Well, we came back and finished the game. Brady's team, the People, I believe, won by about twenty points. We'd missed so many because of Pidgeon, we would've won if it weren't for her. I threw this out on the total score of Me vs. Brady.

Anway, that was third hour.
Second hour I got put on a called the--- I don't remember and got beat by Evan, but I wasn't feeling to good. There's this alien in my stomach and sometimes it gets angry and twists my intestines into knots. It was doing that this morning.
I just wish the stupid thing would hurry up and burst through my torso so it would cut this out. Chocolate and peanutbutter crackery things appease the alien.
Lunch I didn't do anything really. I had one of those deep conversations with Evan and watched Brady play B.Ball and beat Joey.
Brady doesn't beat Joey regualrly. Joey practices and Brady doesn't, he was so proud of himself beating Joey and then Joey turns around, throws the ball over his shoulder, and swishes it.
Kind of ruined it for him.
Last hour we made finger puppet and Brady, ever the difficult one, had to request sleeves on his finger's toga. I'm not making another sleeved finger-toga ever again.
I was working on my myspace again. That is time consuming! I'm thinking about having Brady do the html code for me. I'd try it myself, but I'm seriously lacking in html knowledge. I can put my links up on this site and that's jus' about it. Okay, back to whatever it is I was doing before I started blogging.
---Gravi-i-i-i-i-i-ity, don't let me down, Gravi-i-i-i-ity, oh, me, never let me down . . .

Pasta salad!

That's what I just had for food.
I made a myspace page today (link to your left) and, oh, my god, is that a lot more complicated than just making yourself a blog here.
Speaking of blogs, the only post I'm putting on my blog on the myspace is one with a link to this one and a clam on it. I really don't want to start all over!
Oh, and I'm not even done with that thing. I tried to upload about six pictures before I realized they were all too huge and I had to find a program that would change the size of my picture. (Which ended up being Adobe Photoshop.)
I wrote today and got the Count's character up and running. He was kind of weak so that's what I worked on. I kind of stole Hoo's character from the scrapped version and made him a different kind of therianthrope.
I went to my grandma's for a father's day lunch today and that was good. There was cake and rolls.
I also woke up this morning pantsless. That was nice. I'm wearing a skirt today and it's a little weird. I don't wear skirts. I think I own about two. Oh, I need to toss a load in the dryer, excuse me.
ANyway. That was really it today. Yeah, that's all. Blog tomorrow, I suppose.
---If you want it, ooooo, you can have it, ooooo, you just gotta learn to reach up there and grab it, ooooo . . .

I'm feeling depressed.

It's like I'm all happy (or at least semi-happy) then every one hundred and eight days I hit the button and let it all out in one big emotional explosion. Okay, it's more like emotional seepage in the case of depression and it's a little bit more like every month, but whatever.
Nacho Libre was so/so. There were some good bits, but I didn't really like it. Maybe it would have been better if I hadn't gone with Evan and Haylee. It's that whole social thing that I have issues with. I didn't have a very good time.
*Sigh* I need the laptop because it has my font and I'm not stuipid enough to try working on my stuff on this computer in a different font because I'd have to go back through and put it all back in Eurostyle or whatever that font's called. But Eliza is using the laptop and she won't move to this computer and I got paper the acid-free lignin free stuff too, but I don't have my knock off Kooh-I-Noor pencil. So . . . I am at a loss.
Evan is Lobster Leg. (I hope you read this, turdmunch. Lobster Leg's a turdmunch, not you.) He got sunburned on the top half of his leg really bad and I wil call him that because I'm in a bad mood. So there.
I don't know what else I was going to post about. I should probably go check the Yay Forum! and the Flaming Leprechaun for posts and stuff. I haven't done that in a few days.
I think I'm avoiding it. What if I never check the forums again?
I want to just pack up and leave for Wyoming. Send an email or something that says "Bye." and go. Well, maybe I'd jump on my soapbox and write a hundred page essay to these people telling them how I really feel, then *poof*, I'm gone. New adress, new house, new friends, new school, new state. Take that, suckers! You had your chance, now I'm gone and there's nothing you can do about it.
Yeah, I feel that way now, but tommorrow? Tommorrow I'll be planning how to put Scuba Trees together and when we'll shoot next. Yeah.
I wanna travel for a living when I grow up. That sounds good. Then I could do that all the time. Bang! Oh, I've gotta go! You're an idiot, you're a nasty word, and you're going to be the next Hitler, see ya'!
Should I? Could I? Would I? I think I would.

On a lighter subject:
There is no lighter subject, really. I was just kidding.

---outside naked shiver lookin' blue from the coldness of the light reflected off the moon. This is how the world began. This is how the world will end.

Oh, I'm sooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo bored.
Sooooooooooooooooooooooooo incredibly bored I'm blogging for no reason. Weeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!
Oh, I like this song! Iiiiiiiiiiiiiii miiiiiiiiight disentigrate into the something if you like. Iiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii'm no-o-ot the dark center of the universe, like you thought . . .
I finished KHII yesterday. I had to kill frickin' Zemnas 5 frickin' times! Um . . . leh'see, I could write another one of those stories? I could. But here is the question: Will I?




Most likely.




You know why? My mom took the jump drive with her, as well as the laptop and the gremlin infested monster downstairs that I acctually started writing something on, much to my dismay, doesn't even turn on now. Lovely. Therefore I'm out of stuff I've already started so I imagine I'll have to start something new.
Or I could go back to translating those lyrics . . . I could.
But I won't. Let us begin!

Or not.

The muse is not with me today. Ah, nevermind.I'll post again later today. Goin' to see Nacho Libre with Evan and Haylee and maybe Brady. I'll post my official reveiw.
--- The universe is shaped exactly like the Earth. If you go striaght long enough you'll end up where you were.

Weeeeeeeeeeeeee!

This is going to be off. I wrote a post for the day before yesterday, but it's on the other computer and I don't know if I can get to it. It's the one about Mr.B. I think if I just use the jump drive I can get it. Hold on. Oh, but then I'll have to close that word doc. Well, whatever.
Here's the blog that supposed to be from yesterday:

Hmm, blogger’s being weird today so I’m typing this on word to send to blogger via email or summin’.
Yesterday Mr.B was back! w00t! First hour we had was multimedia/drama with him, then two hours of ATC, same as the last two weeks. Then last hour we took Greek Mythology with Mrs. Catlady. We’re going to present our myth with finger puppets! :D
Anyway in first hour we hiked over to the middle school and watched the stuff from last year to get the new kids familiar with what you do in that class and that was it.
ATC was way more fun with Mr.B. He split us into random teams. I was on a team with Evan in first hour (The Screeching Penguins) and a team with Brady in second hour (The Schizophrenic Goldphysh [Eat the flake. Don’t eat the flake! Eat the flake! Don’t eat the flake!]).
Evan and I didn’t get to play first hour, but the Chickshabobs beat the Chix in a long round. Second hour The Schizo Goldphysh beat the Mini Men (Evan’s team).
At lunch we were bored. That’s what we did. Sat and talked about how bored we were. We’ve decided to have Evan smuggle his PS2 in today.
In Greek Mythology we’re getting assigned a myth and we have to present it somehow. We’re doing finger puppets! I like finger puppets! “It’s a puppet show. It’s wacky! I love it.”
Yesterday afternoon I watched a movie and then tried to take a nap only to be awakened to eat hotdogs as soon as I finally get to sleep. That wasn’t very nice.
---Close, but no potato.

And that was that.
The real yesterday was Thursday.
Thursday:
First hour we disscused what we'd be doing in drama. What we'd be filming and stuff.
ATC Evan and I on the Penguins got beaten by Brady after beating the Crazy Llamas (formerly the Chickshabobs). We were off our game jeez. I can't believe two to one Brady beat us by only ten or twenty points.
Then second hour of ATC Brady and I played and beat one of the other teams I don't remember which. The Cardboards maybe? Or was it the Chickens? Well, we beat 'em.
"Strike fast, bite hard," Brady said.
"We're goldphysh not cobras," I told him. "Strike fast, nibble hard."
I listened to Phillip most of the hour until it was our turn to play at the end there.
In lunch we sat around with our various mp3 players plugged into our heads and Evan read his comic book while I read a graphic novel he'd pulled out of his bag and said I might like. It was acctually pretty good. I don't read a lot of that stuff. Usually only what he passes to me when he's done with, but never comic books, always graphic novels.
In Greek Mythology we got assigned the myth of Athena and Aracnae and started making little clothes for our fingers. Evan's the only one with a little toga so far. Brady's got half a toga.
I went home and had to go into town with my mom to her campus to try out her Cheese slide show. It was pretty good. She'd clipped bits of Cheese and had them play or loop through out the slide show.
I was really tired.
We went to the house of this lady that my grandpa had been working with on this genology he's into and had dinner with some of her relatives, but because it's geneology they're our relatives too I suppose.
I got a bunch of CD's from Evan:
Modest Mouse's The Moon and Antarctica
A bunch of Flaming Lips stuff
A Perfect Circle's Mer De Noms
Franz Ferdinand's You Could Have It So Much Better
I really want his old Queens of the Stone Age with No One Knows on it, but he didn't get that for me. I owe him the new Lullabies to Paralyze, too.
Today not much going on. I'm gonna write my piffle and sit around most of the day I think. I've had to start all over on this one bit. The story was going no where so I scrapped it. It's not like I had 200 pages or anything. *sigh*
---We're going down the road towards tiny cities made of ashes. I'm gonna hit'chu in the mouth, I'm gonna punch you in your glasses. Oh, no.

I sleepy.

I forgot to blog yesterday so I'll do it now because I won't have a chance this after noon. The guys are coming over to do some Scuba Trees stuff and I'll have better things to do. This is just to catch up, I imagine I'll blog again some time today or maybe tomorrow afternoon.
Yesterday:
First hour we had to write the craziest/scariest/somethingest dream we ever had. I wrote one of my tamer dreams that I'll tell people and cut it down to half page size, called it good.
Brady wrote a sort of lymric-y thing that was about a man from nantucket, but not that man from nantucket. This one just lived in a big silver bucket, thank you. I don't want to tell Brady the real thing or he might take it and run with it sometime. That would have some interesting results. Okay let's see, I think it went:
There once was a man from Nantucket, and he lived in a big silver bucket. One day he won the lottery and took a class on pottery. And the Pilsbury doughboy went gangsta and marketed only Reese's Peanutbutter Cups or "Gangsta Bizcuts". When you push his bellybutton he says "What up, dog."
That was Brady's dream. He made that up, but whatever.
Um, ATC was just as exciting as ever. No news of real import on entertainment value.
Oh, wait! MR.B WILL BE BACK TOMORROW! Mr. B will be there tomorrow and we'll have him three hours of the four hour day! (We didn't take last hour because it's Remedial English and he actually has to teach in there.)
Then at lunch Brady and I commentated on the pink soccer game that has no point that takes place every day right in front of where we sit in the gym. We had names for everyone. Mr. Chubz, NotLaserLemon, Mr. Tootles, Tomgirl, NotSoObserventOne, Wolfie, Brownie the Ballhog, The One Armed Bandit, and Carface, um, there were more, but I can't really remember them. I tried to get Brady to change the ones he made up because he's a little harsher than I was. I did convince him to let me call this one kid Mr. Tootles because he was calling him not nice things. He was really the only one that was not nice like that. The rest of them were kind of stupid and about the hats or shirts they were wearing. NotLaserLemon was wearing a highlighter people shirt.
Last hour I checked up on the Piwer Pinte Presentahtion and found out Evan had been playing with the animation or something so I had to go through and fix it all. Oh, and Brady and I got ourselves restricted from the forum for a bit. We were posting so frequently and so fast (We were posting the word "Ach!" over and over and over) that it thought we were spammers and kicked us off. Brady the "Web Master" got kicked off his own site!
Oh Evan'll be back today. Talked to him on the phone yesterday. Sounds like he had a great time. He said he didn't get any sleep at all and he kept getting blood all over everything from his nose because it's so dry up there.
I asked him if he had a piece of broccoli up it. (He did that once. Put a piece of broccoli in his nose and gave himself a bloody nose.) He said no he didn't thank you very much.
---You can swap jumpers an' make another move, but he still don' let ya through. 'Ee puts 'is hand on your chest. 'Ee wants t' give you a talk. Secretly I think he wants you all ta kick off . . .

La!

I'm finished with my room! Now I can begin transformation!
It kinda feels like I've gone through someone else's stuff and thown it away replacing it with my own. I don't really feel like blogging right now, but that's really all I've done today.
This has got to be the tiniest post I've ever made. It was kinda pointless, wasn't it.
---You were layin' on the carpet like you're satin inna coffin . . .

Soul Purging

I am purging my soul of my past self by cleaning out my room and selling my junk unsuspecting people who really don't want the leftovers of my life in their house, but are compelled to buy it because it's cheap and they'll never find another one like it. Wee-hee, what fun! I'm taking a break at the moment to blog. Hmm, can you tell?
I've gotten through most of the hidey holes where I stored the junk I didn't actually use and didn't want to see ever again unless by some miracle I needed it for something. All I have left is this corner by the desk and the bottom drawer of my dresser. Oh, and that bookshelf, but that's not a hidey hole that's a "throw crap there and for get about it."
I am wearing a hat.
I have so much stuff to send to the garage sale! And what doesn't get sold I'm going to burn! Muhahahaha! Burn! BURN! I tell you, BURN! Mein herz brennt . . . but only the dried and shriveled part of it that no longer functions and is in the way. I'm goin' fung shui on that baby! Hi-ya!
Woo, in a good mood today. I wonder. . . I'm considering posting pictures of my friends and stuff. Mostly they'd be pointless pix, because I don't actually carry a camera around with me all day long, but hey *shrug*.
Oh, I give in. I will. This is Brady:
Dang why isn't this working! One more time.
You know what nevermind. If this stupid thing doesn't want to cooperate then neither will I! Hmph!
Anyway . . . soul purging, right. I'm gonna do my room black and white mod along with the blue I already have. I want like black and white checkered carpet too, but that seems a little unlikely. I'm thinking circles and really . . . what's the word I'm looking for here? Modern, I suppose, but that's not exactly right. Ah, well. You catch my drift. I'm gonna go back down there now and toss more junk into trash bags.
---Have you carried the weight of another? For how long? Something something takes to recover? For how long?

Didn't have to get up early this morning.

That was nice.
Wednesday it was just me and B. "Ohhoho! I am a poet and I waz not aware!" We had to use this weird site to give us the first half of a story and then you had to finish it. Mine was about a detective monster trying to save these sheep. It was weird.
ATC was just ATC.
Lunch we played a little shoeball, two on two, exposition. We played the Goats and started to play the Murderers before they decided to quit. They forfeited their second place position to the Goats and they lose to us because there is no way they could beat Hamsilce Shoeball Division. Oh, I got hit in the head with a ball from somewhere five times. My head is a ball magnet.
Last hour we did nothing because we'd finished our powerpoint presentation on the Escape from Alcatraz.
My sister and I had to spend the night at my grandmother's house along with my cousins because my parents got to go see The Phantom of The Opera in live theater in the biggest city in the state.
Yesterday, which was Thursday, right? we had to write a fractured fairy tale. Mine was about expert hunter Little Red Riding Cape With A Hood On It and a Jahovah's Witness wolf. Brady's was about a gang of red clad hoodlums and a gang of grannies with a wolf selling fish and cheap Canadian drugs out of the back of his van.
Same ol' same ol' in ATC.
Lunch Brady and I did nothing. I only got hit in the head with various balls four times. Brady never gets hit, it's always me, and we always sit in the same places. So I reason that if I moved to Brady's spot I wouldn't get hit. Brady got up to play soccer with "Crazy Legs" Anwder and I sat in his spot. I didn't get hit at all.
It was always a narrow miss. Brady saved me twice, Liza saved me once, and there were a lot of times, if I'd been sitting in my spot I would've gotten hit.
Last hour we goofed off 'til Mrs.SS Teacher told us we had to disperse to various classes because she had to leave early. She'd assigned us classes to disperse to and Brady and I were in separate classes. But that's okay because the teacher Brady had sent them to the teacher I had's class because she was doing something. So the ineffable powers of the Nütral Section triumph once more!
My parents came to pick us up at eleven last night, so I wasn't gettin' up anyway.
---Well, I for one, can see no blood from the hearts and the wrists you alledgedly slit. If the scene were a parish, we'd all be condemned. Douse the lights!

The Now.

Now. Now is weird. You can never escape from The Now. You are always in The Now. You can never really go to The Past because if you did The Past would become The Now to you. You can never really go to The Future because The Future would be The Now to you.
Yesterday:
First Hour: I learned my alphabet. We had to do an autobiography thing--- Liza says "wee wee."--- and use all the letters of the alphabet. That was fun. K is for KILL! AHNIALLATE! MAIM! Z is for Zebra, ze garmet worn on ze bosom. B stands for B the first letter in my first name. J is for Join the legions of the undead!
We did whatever in A. Team Conditioning.
We invended a game during Lunch. It's called Shoeball. I'll post the rules when I finish writing them. The point of the game is to whack a wad of paper over the goal line with your shoe. Brady, Evan, and I are team Hamslice Shoeball Division. There are currently 2 other teams in the league: The Goats (My sister's team) and The Murderers (Lil' boys' team).
Hamslice murdered The Murderers and squashed The Goats. The Murderers maimed The Goats until Brady joined their team and cheated their way to two points behind. One of The Murderers quit playing because I (the scorekeeper) was rooting for The Goats, so Evan replaced him. It was a clash of the titans and Evan came out the victor. It was a little sad. That was today.
First Hour Today: We had to write a half a page on the most annoying things in our lives. Mine were Ak, Evan, Eliza, Gremlins, and Dust Bunnies.
We played regulation in A.T.C. and then played those Shoeball games I just wrote about. That was fun.
Evan won't be here for about a week, so it'll be just me and Brady. Evan'll get back just in time for Mr.B to make his two week appearance. Then we'll never have class w/ Mr.B again! :C It's so sad!
--- HAM . . . SLICE . . . SECOND . . . SERVING!

weekend

My dad just got his hair cut and now he looks like Evan. He was here and we compaired.They're twinkies, yay!
Today was okay.
I was really tired this morning and Brady and I hung around in the hall waiting for Evan to show up before class starts and he never does.We go to class and start up our computers, wondering where Evan is."Watch him show up in fifteen minutes half clothed with one shoe on," Brady said."Yeah," I laughed. Evan walks in about five seconds later and he's fully clothed."Hey, Evan, do you have both shoes on?" I ask.He shows me his feet with both the shoes on.
Brady was carrying his shoe aroudn with him Monday. I'd forgotten about that. He took if off and carried it around with him just to see if anyone'd notice.
We had to write out own obituaries today. I was a famous novelist that died in a tragic kitten factory expolsion.Evan was a Russian czar that choked to death on some Jello. Brady was a hundred year old criminal that faked his own death.We'd all worked on the Scuba Trees project to great success.
I got to moderate in A.Team Conditioning. Brady did too, but we didn't let Evan moderate. Evan moderated once, but never again. Evan and I timed, too. Mrs.SS Teacher, Evan, Brady, and I switched out "coaching" teams.In other words we took turns giving teams answers.
Evan came over, too. He just rode home w/ me and we played KHII. He sucks. He couldn't even beat the first boss. We just did whatever we wanted, really.
Um, my CP screwed up so this is not today. Today is Sunday and that day is from Thursday night.
Hold on I've lost a day. Ah, found it, nevermind.
Friday, Friday, Friday? Friday.
First hour had to use a website to make a stupid comic. It was the worst thing we've done in that class! You had very few choices and stuff. I said we should've used the one on Addicting Games instead. You know, the one with Sickey Mouse and Tim?
A.Team thing we did the usual.
In last hour we worked on the Escape from Alcatraz thing. We are acctually having to work on this thing. I was surprised. I'm the one who's acctually putting the whole thing together, the guys are doing the research, though.
I got home and we left to go camping on the lake.
We went to the same place as last year, but we had the camp ground next to the one we had last year. This one was smaller, but still next to the cemetary.
It was alright. We were camping with my mom's friend, Belinda's, Family: Taylor, Megan, Shelby, Mark and Taylor's friend Kindle.
I had Fillip and my Complete E. A. Poe so I was good.
Oh, yeah, Taylor payed Kindle five bucks to eat a worm.
That's what I did this weekend; watched Kindle eat a worm. *sigh* Boyz.
We've got hugeness Scuba Tree wise set for coming Tuesdays. Brady will get to be at a filming! WOW! He's usually The Big Giant Head that tells us what to do from far away.
I'm kind of bored with this right now.
---Good day, sah.