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!
Monday, July 27, 2009
Friday, July 24, 2009
Ach. Boredom. Drat.
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.
Oh, looks like class is over. Sayonara!
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.
Oh, looks like class is over. Sayonara!
Sweetness!
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!
Leesten up!
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!
Leesten up!
Thursday, July 23, 2009
School?!
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.
I'd wondered why Bigfoot was wearing clothes.
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.
I'd wondered why Bigfoot was wearing clothes.
Wednesday, July 22, 2009
Oh, uh...
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.
Oh. NOW it's time to go. Well, Sayonara!
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.
Oh. NOW it's time to go. Well, Sayonara!
welllllll....
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...
Sayonara, everybody!
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...
Sayonara, everybody!
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