So I just made a new Wordle. I never realized I said "Like" and "Spoilsport" so much. I need to talk about Penguin more.
Did I tell you the full story of how Penguin and I got into a brush with the law? I was over at her house when she said, "Want to go get some ice cream?"
I said to her, "Sure..." so Penguin goes off to talk to her mom, and I just wait a moment. Before I know it, Penguin says, "Alrighty, go get your bike!"
I'm gaping at her, not because I didn't have my bike with me (I did), but because her mom wasn't coming with us. I asked her if she knew the way, and she says, "Of course I do! I went over it with my mom, like, a million times!"
So we set off on our bikes, meaning to take the long way instead of the short way, because the short way was undergoing construction, but we somehow took a long turn and ended up on the freeway! We got off of it without much harm, but we accidentally did it AGAIN on the way back. This time, someone called the police, so we ended up getting a police escort all the way home!
I thought it was pretty cool, but neither Penguin or my dad (Who was driving past at the time) did. Penguin was crying. Dad was shaking his head and saying, "Only you, (insert my real name here), Only you."
Right... If you're wondering why I had that Potter Puppet Pals video on my previous post, it's Harry Potter's Birthday. Sorry if I didn't clarify that.
Alrighty then, this post was inspired by my friend, Ariella, who is another blogger. Check out her blog at http://thinkinbooks.blogspot.com/ and comment on her stuff.
Now for the post inspired by her. I am, indeed, writing a book (Which publisher should I send it to first, if I ever finish it?) and I will now give descriptions of the four main characters.
Beatrice Dalca; A she-wolf with a mysterious past. She has a huge transformation, being up to three times her human height when in wolf form. Contrary to her large stature, though, she only transforms on the full moon, unlike wolves with very long family lines, who can transform every night. Her parents both died in an unexpected attack, and she hasn't seen her twin brother, Benjamin, since they were both in first grade. Her birthday is December 25th. She has strawberry-blonde hair and bright green eyes. Unpleasant feelings make her eyes dull, and pleasant feelings make them bright. Extreme anger makes her eyes almost yellow with color.
Benjamin Dalca; The werewolf twin brother of Beatrice. His transformation happens every night, but he is much smaller than Beatrice. In human form, he's the same height as Beatrice in human form. They look the same except for their gender and hair color (Beatrice = strawberry blonde/reddish blonde, Benjamin = extremely dark red), and Benjamin's eyes, at the beginning of the book, are perpetually duller than Beatrice's. He is desperate for revenge against Beatrice, but for what, Evangeline and Amber don't know. He falls in love with Evangeline.
Amber Buske; A vampire who has so much magical knowledge that the Magical Aristocrats punished her simply for being a know-it-all. She can only be in vampire form on the full moon, so her transformations are easily coordinated with Beatrice's. She is the daughter of Swedish immigrants, and is 97 years old. She was made into a vampire when she was merely 10 years old, so she's very short. Her hair is white-blonde and waist-length. Her eyes are pale brown. She might be extremely smart magically, but she's pretty stupid by human standards. She was put on magical probation when she was 93. Her date of change is November 30th.
Evangeline Stewart; A young witch in training. At the start of the book, she has no idea what her magical specialty is, only having control of her magic at the most obscure times. She is short, though not as short as Amber, and wears ribbons in her chin-length hair, one bow on either side of her head. She likes to read A LOT. Not much is to be said about her in the beginning, but when she falls in love with Benjamin, the story gets far more complicated. She eventually figures out in the first book that she's an Element, which will be explained later. Her magical specialty, though it is not known at the start, is rocks. Her birthday is December 10.
So those are my characters! Now for something funny!
Harry Potter IS awesome, so if you don't think so, STOP READING THIS IMMEDIATELY.
The Web 2.0 class is ending after today. So sad. I had a very good friend in this class, and I have absolutely NOTHING to do for the rest of the summer. It's so unfortunate.
I wonder when Spoilsport and Penguin get back from camp. It doesn't really matter, in Spoilsport's case, because she's going to Virginia until summer's over afterward, so all I'll have is Penguin. And my other friends.
I suppose I should introduce my other friends, since I have nothing else to do. Let's see... Today, I'll introduce The Wild Woman Of The Forest (Shortened to TWWOTF) and Kitty.
TWWOTF is called that because she is only like that for one month every year; When she goes to camp. So, basically, I never see her in "Wild Woman" mode. For the other eleven months, she is Miss Prim and Proper, but since there already is a prim and proper character on this blog (Prim, my cat), she will be referred to as TWWOTF.
I'm not the only one who is obsessed with kitties! Kitty is so kitty-obsessed that it can sometimes be considered dangerous to be in the same room as her and a kitty. She is TOTALLY jealous of me because I have two kitties and she only has one (I TRY to tell her that my kitties both HATE me, but she doesn't listen).
If you had to listen through the Voicethread in the previous post, I'm sorry. I had to do that for my Web 2.0 class. So sorry.
So, uh, yeah, I told you that it's awful. Please don't kill me.
I received a letter from Penguin who's at their camp yesterday. It said that Spoilsport is going nuts and that Penguin was doing her best to annoy her as much as I did. I think that the "Spoilsport is going nuts" part is enough to tell me that.
On the back, it had a funny picture of Spoilsport and her crush that Penguin drew (and not very well, might I add) where Spoilsport was going "Ew" and her crush is totally in love with her. That is funny because it's usually the opposite, because Spoilsport will never hear anything bad said about her crush while her crush is usually like, "Ew" in her direction.
I'll now call Spoilsport's crush "Mr. Jerkface," because, believe me, that's what he is.
I have nothing else to say on that subject. Last night, I was up late watching "Princess Mononoke," which is my favorite movie. It's about the environment. I'm big into protecting the environment (which is the main reason that I bike to school every day), so it always makes me cry at the part when the entire forest dies. Believe me, I'm not the type to cry, but no matter how many times I watch that movie, I always cry. It's a good movie. You should watch it.
Woo! Voki! I love this thing. You can make the funniest things! One of my classmates is currently giving Sarah Palin a makeover. Check it out if you can!
Plus, now you know how the Kitty Bus song is supposed to sound. If only I could show you how to do the Gertrude Dance.
Yesterday, at my flute lesson, I randomly started singing "The Final Countdown." I don't know why. I like to do random stuff like that.
So, yeah, enjoy Voki. I really have nothing else to say.
So, as you can see, the past post is what the Insane Trio would look like if we were keetties. I like keetties, but I'm the only one in the Insane Trio who does. Spoilsport likes dogs. Penguin likes Penguins.
At the beginning of the voicethread, I kinda sound British, but I'm not. I'm American. I refuse to tell you where in America that I'm from, but I'm not British. Sorry.
I am Scottish, Irish, and German, though, that's a fact. I luurve the Scottish. No man is more interesting than a man in a skirt. I have this pack of cards that has the Scottish Clans on it, and it had my family's clan on it (No, I'm not telling you which one it is). It had the tartan, the name, and the crest. I wuv my family. Did you know that we are descended from a clan of Scottish raiders? Awesome!
My sister, Peanut (who is allergic to peanuts), showed me the SCARIEST YouTube video the other day. Seriously, if you are not prepared to curl up in the fetal position, DO NOT watch Salad Fingers. So scary... I may never be the same again.
Remember how I told you the other day that I want to be an author when I grow up? Well, I am currently writing a story that I hope to eventually get published. I will NOT post it here in case any of you get any ideas, but here's a summary. Look for a series called Three Revelations, Everybody! Summary time!
How would you feel if you could live in the same house with your two best friends, with NO adults, NO taxes, and NO SIBLINGS? As it turns out, for Amber, Beatrice, and Evangeline, this is not the best oppurtnity. When Beatrice's twin brother, Benjamin, arrives, everything is blown way out of proportion as they each struggle fiercely to conceal deadly secrets that they would do anything to make sure the other two don't find out. To make matters worse, they just HAPPEN to be a vampire, witch, and werewolf!
How do you think that'll turn out? Sayonara, boredom buddies!
All right, I know I said I had nothing else to say, but I am seriously bored.
You know, sometimes I think I am easily bored. If there was a competition in the Olympics called Boredom, I'd probably get the gold medal. Spoilsport would be my coach.
I biked to my classes today. I don't really know why, but I did. I like biking. I can't say I'm good or fast in doing so, but I like it. I like swimming, too, but unfortunately, it isn't swim season right now.
Why do all the sports I like go on during the school year? I mean, when I have homework to do and such, I always have something to do, but when I'm completely in the clear, nothing comes my way!
Except things with my friends, of course. I like parties. Unfortunately for me (again) most of my friends are pretty mellow, so they don't. Drat.
Ugh, I'm talking too much about myself! This is supposed to be about the whole Insane Trio, not just the one who has enough time on her hands to be able to post 24/7! Alrighty, what to write about...
Oh-ho! I just thought of something. You guys probably think Penguin, Spoilsport, and I have been friends for like, ever, right? Wrong! Spoilsport came to our school just one year ago.
Spoilsport came about twenty days after sixth grade started, so she was still fumbling around while the rest of us were used to it already. She was in my Social Studies class, so I saw she was being really shy and such. I tried to be nice to her, but she was being really quiet and pessimistic and spoilsportish. Eventually I got fed up and yelled, "You know what? Go ahead! Be a spoilsport! Just don't get in the way of the people who actually WANT to have fun!"
She stared at me, like, "What the heck are you talking about?!" and EXPLODED. She was yelling at me like mad and I was at her mercy, staring wide-eyed, until Penguin came along and started laughing at the scene before her. Before I knew what was going on, I was laughing, too. And so was Spoilsport.
I can understand why Penguin was laughing. Spoilsport's really short and I'm really tall, so it was kinda backward, the way things were going.
Sweet! Awesome... new... awesome... thing! I just found this thingy where you can post your favorite music on here! Leesten!
It's at the bottom of this post. Don't leesten until you read my blabber, though!
Have you ever heard of Fanfiction.net or Ficionpress.com? If you haven't, you should check them out. You can write stories or fanfics and have people read them and read their reviews! I love it!
Have I told you I want to be an author when I grow up? No, I haven't, have I? Penguin wants to be a marine biologist. Spoilsport wants to be the wife of her crush (er...).
I like writing and drawing. It's fun.
Well, I really don't have anything else to say right now, except Thank God It's Friday!
I don't know why I called this entry school. I have absolutely nothing to say about it.
Have you seen my feeshies? They are pretty low on the screen, but they are so cute! They remind me of my real-life feeshie. If only they were super-aggressive.
Yeah, my pets are kinda weird. I have two keetties, or, well, one keetty and one mutant. The keety likes to slink around like a Secret agent. Whenever she passes me, I serenade her with "Secret AAAAAAgent caaaaat..." She is very funny when you do something to her that's out of the ordinary. She will be called Prim, for she is very prim and proper.
The mutant is a weird combination of ferret, camel, snaggletooth tiger (NO, not sabertooth tiger, SNAGGLETOOTH tiger!), and cat. His ferret part is shown in his long body, he is part camel because he has a hump, he has snaggleteeth, and he looks like a cat. Basically, he is the ugliest cat known to man. Call him Mutant.
My dog is extremely furry, friendly, stinky, and big. I am his favorite human. Yeah, just call him Stinky.
My fish is REALLY scary. If it's possible for a fish to have a killer death glare, he does. I call him Fatso, even though he's totally skinny because of all the excercise he gets tormenting poor little (not) Mutant. Prim likes to drink out of his bowl, but Mutant was scared away a long time ago. The only people in my family who AREN'T scared of him are me and Prim.
I suppose I should tell you about Penguin and Spoilsport's pets, too. Penguin has a bunny that I will call Nose because he doesn't have one; it's fa too small too see. She also has two birds that I call Tweet and Tweetette. They have no intelligence whatsoever.
Spoilsport has a tiny dog named Dr. Diabolical. I swear, I have never seen a scarier Havanese in my life. He and Fatso would get along famously.
Yesterday, when I was on my evening bike ride, I saw what may be the most interesting thing I ever see in my entire life. I think I saw Bigfoot. See, Iwas riding past the woods near my house when, somehow, my jeans were caught on my chain and I fell over. As I strugled to free myself, I looked up for a breif second and saw something.
Just a few meters away, I saw a humaniod creature staring at me with surprisingl intelligent eyes. It had brown hair all over it and was bent down, as if he had been going to pick something up when he saw me coming. I opened my mouth, and apparently he saw that as a threat, because he went careening into the bushes. I tried to go after him, but I was still entangled in my bike chain.
When I got back home, I saw that my uncle, who climbs mountains for a living, had come to visit.
Turns out there's a whole 'nother half hour of this class left. Hurrah! (If you haven't noticed, I like saying Hurrah. A lot.) So, I get to blab for a while more.
For some reason, Penguin and I, although we are entering seventh grade after summer break is over, are still in a Girl Scout troop. Our Scouts have stuck together for a very long time. I think the only reason any of us stays is because our parents are awesome enough to bring us all for a trip to Six Flags at the end of each school year.
Spoilsport says she wants to join in seventh grade. Don't ask me why - she's too chicken to even go on the rides at Disney World, and believe me, those rides are pretty bad. I told her this, and she practically had my head off.
Every time she gets so mad at me that she tells me she hates me, I ask her why she's my friend at all. That's when she gets confused, and while she is, I pat her on the head and walk away. By the time I come back, she's forgotten the whole thing.
Sometimes I wonder why Spoilsport is considered insane at all. She tries as hard as she can to be utterly normal, but always ends up right back where she started; utterly P.O.'d. Maybe people think she's insane because of her anger. It wouldn't surprise me, considering I'm the one who faces it most often.
I wonder if you guys have guessed what I look like. Weirdo psychic people.
Penguin has this game called Tsuro where you've got this board and you lay down cards in front of your playing piece, and if the path you create leads off the board, you are out. It's very entertaining and addicting. It's also the origin of the loophole song.
Did you know that I have alter egos? I think those are the main reasons why I'm considered insane. I'd give you their real names, but where's the fun in that? I'll just call them Philosopher, Boy, and Eccentric.
Philosopher is a philosopher. Boy is a boy. Eccentric is eccentric. Eccentric is also the creator of the Gertrude Dance (Bet it's easy to guess her name now, huh?).
The way you can tell if I've changed egos is what I look like. If I'm stroking my chin, looking ponderous, I'm Philosopher (My big sister tells me that for my next birthday, she's going to give that ego a false beard.). If I have my hair tucked up into a baseball cap, I'm Boy. If I have my hair up is a crazy sort of 'do, I'm Eccentric.
Well, I have no other dances or songs to post, so I will begin to blabber on about what I am currently doing. Since I am not technologically gifted, I am currently in a Web 2.0 class that is pretty much the reason that I was able to create a blog at all. Hurrah.
Next I have an advanced Model Rocketry class. Then I have lunch. Then I have a photography/Photoshop class, then I go home. It is raining right now. I like rain. So does Spoilsport.
Of course SHE likes rain. I bet she's having a ton of fun in Vermont right now (If it's raining there at all, which I doubt, because it would take a HUGE cloud to make it rain both here and in Vermont. Since weather travels West, though, soon it will rain over there as well.
I hope they're having fun. I just REALLY wish I could have gone with them. All right, that's it - You guys aren't reading this blog to encounter a sad fest! I will now cheer up!
My sister says I might be ADD. I wonder why.
So, my Web 2.0 class is taught by my Sixth Grade Social Studies teacher! How creepy is that?! No, he wasn't the teacher of the Social Studies class that I liked to cause mayhem in. That was my fifth grade Social Studies teacher, because he wouldn't mind. Not that Mr. 6SS is that mean... er, stop glaring at me, Mr. 6SS...
Aaaanyyy way... since I have made a pledge not to mention anyone's names (No, not because of their safety, I just like code names)on this blog, I will now give you the code for teacher's names.
4 = teacher of fourth grade 5 = teacher of fifth grade 6 = teacher of sixth grade 7 = teacher of seventh grade M = teacher of Math S = teacher of Science SS = teacher of Social Studies L = teacher of Literature C = teacher of Composition Mr. = Mister Mrs. = Missus Miss = Miss
Yeah, those are all of my main classes. If any specials teachers come up, I'll give you those codes, too.
So, Mrs. 5M = Mrs. fifth Grade math teacher. Get it?
Oh... looks like this class is almost over. Crud, I love taking to you guys. Anyway...
Okay, explanation for the past two posts. Have you ever heard of Wordle? I created a Wordle for my first two blogs, and posted it there! The second one turned out looking like a link, but check it out anyway! I urge you to try out Wordle.
Oh! Right! If you guys come up with a good dance to any of the songs I post on here, please let me know! We get bored of standing stock-still every time we sing it during class.
Meanwhile, since I'm bored (And REALLY want to put off writing that letter to Spoilsport) here's the lyrics of Kitty Bus! Sing this when you are on a public means of transportation.
Kitty Bus by the Insane Trio
Go kitty kitty, go kiiitty kitty bus Go kitty kitty, go kiiitty kitty bus Go kitty kitty, go kiiitty kitty bus Run on the telephone wiiiire, Smile that freaky smiiiile, Go kitty kitty, go kiiitty kitty bus! (Sing at a fast, moving pace, and repeat until you have reached your destination.)
Urgh. I can't come up with any more reasons to put off that letter.
Well, you guys are the only ones I've told, right? I don't need to keep a promise to someone I don't even know!
My Mom; (from the next room) (blank), are you going to write that letter to (blank) yet?
Now, it's time for the lyrics for the loophole song! This is a song that you sing when you want to annoy someone (i.e. Spoilsport), during a boring Social Studies class, or when you're all alone and you want to have something to do.
The Loophole Song by Penguin
(Tip: if you REALLY want to annoy someone, sing like a chipmunk) Don't get stuck in the loooooop-hoooooole, Or you will die. Don't get stuck in the loooooop-hoooooole, Or you will die. Don't get stuck in the loooooop-hoooooole, Or you will die. (Repeat until either you are no longer bored or everyone in the room is glaring at you)
Yep, that's the loophole song! Next time I'll post Kitty Bus (a group effort between our members) on here! For now, more blabbering!
I wonder what the other two members of the Insane Trio are doing at camp. Are they setting fire to a pile of sticks as I write? What's the time difference between here and Vermont, anyway? Are the two of them still asleep? Have they been awake for hours? The world may never know.
I hope that Penguin is bugging Spoilsport as much as possible. Without me there bugging her, how can I be sure anyone is? Maybe... Maybe she's actually missing me! I must write a letter to her NOW!!!
Well, not NOW exactly... how about when I'm done writing this post. I need to give Penguin more credit. She's probably making Spoilsport feel right at home. Either that or Spoilsport's memories of me bugging her are.
Hurrah! The Insane Trio has finally infiltrated the web! No, I'm not kidding. We call ourselves the Insane Trio. Unfortunately, only one of us, me, is in the know of our sudden infiltration. The other two are at camp. T.T
There are three of us in the Insane Trio, which isn't very hard to guess once you've realized what our name is. I'm Cranberry. I'm the one in the Insane Trio who likes to do stupid things that are REALLY fun, once you get past the itty-bitty bit of info that it's entirely dangerous. I also am the creator of the Gertrude dance.
The second of the Insane Trio is Penguin, who, as you may have guessed, is obsessed with penguins. She is the one who is quiet at times but is very loud and obnoxious when it comes right down to it. She's the third member's tranquilizer when the third member is mad at me, which is practically 24/7. She is the creator of the loophole song.
The third member is Spoilsport, a girl who is amazingly spoilsportish. Once she discovers that I'm making this blog, she'll probably make me change her nickname to something like Katana, but let's have a little more fun making fun of her before that, shall we? Spoilsport is the one who hardly says anything until you get on her nerves (which I do a lot), then, when you have, unleashes her fury in a stream of cusses and "YOU IDIOT!"s. I like to annoy her.
Alrighty then, since I'm done with explaining, let me tell you wht this blog's about. It's about me blabbering on about the Insane Trio's shenanigans and insructing you on how to do the various danes and songs that we've come up with. Basically, it's something I expect you to read when you're bored and hae acess to a computer.
Now for the instructions for the Gertrude Dance!
The Gertrude Dance, by Cranberry
First, put your arms out like a cactus. Bend your knees. Start hopping about from foot to foot, like your stepping on hot sand, keeping your knees bent. Whilst doing this, shout "HOYA, HOYA, HOYA, HOYA!" Stop doing this after you're done shouting HOYA, raise your hands to Thor (whatever) and hop around in a circle. Whilst doing this, shout "OH-SHA, OH-SHA, OH-SHA, OH-SHA!" repeat three times. After repeating three times, jump into a position that indicates you're holding an imaginary bazooka, fire it, and shout "DARN THE RULES, I HAVE GREEN HAIR!!!" and point to your head. Whalla! You, my friend, have been accepted by the tribe!
...and that's the Gertrude Dance. I highly doubt that's going to be the last dance that we ever create, considering the songs we've created. We need dances to those, too! I'll post those later. For now, erlack, everybody!
I LOVE to annoy my buddy, Spoilsport, simply because she's easily annoyed. I like to play the flute, and am considering bagpipes (actually, my mom is considering MAKING me do bagpipes, but I refuse to give in). I am obsessed with manga and anime.
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