Forgot!

Also, the cast list for the school musical came out yesterday! Even though I tried out as a joke, I made it in! How weird!

The play is "Schoolhouse Rock." How cheezy can you get?

Reminder; read the previous post! This isn't all that I've posted today!

Sayonara, everybody!

First school dance!

The frist school dance was yesterday, and I danced my butt off, so I find myself today very tired.

First off, let me establish that the Gertrude Dance was not done even once, which is rather disturbing. There were so many people that we didn't have the room.

I was going to post some photoshopped pics of my friends that I took at the dance, but for some reason, blogger won't let me do it! Something about the format. That's why I'm asking for a better version of photoshop for my birthday this year. Really, my version's crappy.

Anyway, TWWOTF, who seems to think she is psychic, had a "vision" the night before last that I would meet my future boyfriend at that dance. She "predicted" that it would be someone who wasn't mentioned on my blog yet, that I would be wearing a purple dress, and that I would spill soda on his shoes.

She didn't mention the purple dress part until she arrived at the dance (she believes in fashionably lateness, I believe in rudely earliness.) and shouted, "Cranberry, I recognize that dress!"

Yes, my friends are starting to call me by my blog name. Weird.

Anyway, I rolled my eyes and said, "Not this again." She had been chattering about it all day. I turned away, then, klutzy as I am, tripped and spilled the glass of Fanta I was holding on the ground. A boy who was dancing nearby got it ALL OVER HIS SHOES. Somehow, though, he didn't get it on his very long pants. I looked up to see Schnozzy Nerd (who, indeed, I haven't mentioned on this blog), one of those cute nerds that are just so adorable you completely overlook their nerdiness.

His nose is very big, though. Quite unfortunate. But he's tall, and that's lucky.

For the rest of the evening, all of my friends kept winking and ditching me mid-dance. It got very annoying, to the point that I said, "She said we'd meet, not get together!"

It was pretty much my only defense. her entire "prediction" had come true, and all I could hope was that she'd made a mistake on the part of the "boyfriend" thing.

Whenever a slow dance came up, my friends, who haven't got any boyfriends themselves, would keep an extremely close eye on me, hoping for some action. I disappointed them by dancing with air.

To tell the truth, air is probably the best dance partner around, because you can swing it every which a way, and it never falls over. I must admit, though, I knocked down quite a few other couples during those slow dances.

At the end of the dance, my "matchmakers" still hadn't had any luck. They all gave up.

Haha, no one can make Cranberry fall in love with anyone except her treasured flagpole!

Sayonara!

Fifty!!!

This is my fiftieth post! WHERE HAS MY LIFE GONE?!

Well, since I posted an episode of Yugioh abridged last time I encountered a milestone, I think I'll do that again!

Yugioh Abridged, episode 2!



Aah, I love that series. On to the yammering!

With Halloween coming up, my friends and I are discussing our costumes. Kitty, Penguin, Spoilsport and I are all going as One piece characters. This'll be weird.

First off, I'm going as Luffy, the main character. He's a ditz. I'm a ditz. He believes in justice. I... What?

So, yeah, I'm going as this guy. Like the vest? The shorts? The straw hat?

I don't know how this is going to work, though. I mean, I've got the personality down, and the looks, but it gets REALLY FREAKING COLD at Halloween time where I live. I guess the shorts will be okay, but that vest will be a problem.



Next is Spoilsport, who will be Zolo because she's in love with him. This makes no sense whatsoever. Zolo eats like a pig. Spoilsport is pretty much anorexic. Zolo is always asleep. Spoilsport is an insomniac.

AND he's super tall! Spoilsport's, like, half my height, let alone his!

She doesn't know the first thing about swordfighting. I mean, I'm a pretty odd case, taking swordfighting class from age four to age ten, but still! She has no speed, sneakiness, or charisma, and you need all of those to swordfight! Geez!

Aah, cosplay. The ups and downs. The doubts and certainty.


The role of Nami will be played by Kitty, because she's got the best body for it. I'm serious, she's curvy beyond compare, just like Nami. Even their hair looks alike.

Sorry about the weirdness of the picture, but it's the best I could find. The others were all fanmade weird things, so this is the one with the minimum weirdness.

So, if you've ever wondered what Kitty looks like, until I post the Halloween pics, that's the best you're gonna get.



Finally, Penguin's not sure which person she wants to be, because the rest of the characters are all pretty bizarre.

Her first choice is Robin. The problem with this one is apparent pretty much right away.

Robin always looks a lot like a porn star or something, and Penguin is very far from a porn star. Penguin is still absolutely flat.

The second problem with this one is the fact that Robin is always very serious, and Penguin never takes anything seriously.

Penguin's second choice is Sanji. Again, the problem is apparent pretty much right away.

He smokes like a maniac. And his eyebrows are really weird. NO ONE in my grade smokes, so naturally, this guy is pretty much obliterated.

He also has a personality issue, as he is hopelessly in love with every woman he meets. That means Kitty would be subjected to endless lezzie torture the whole night.

She certainly wouldn't have a problem with temperature, though. Lucky.

Next is Usopp. This problem is not quite so obvious. Or is it?

Take a look at that schnozz. Penguin has a pointy nose, but who has a nose like that?

He's an ace with a slingshot. He's also very charismatic and a good liar. He has a big heart. He's an artist.

Yeah. Not happening.

Her final choice is Chopper, a blue-nosed reindeer. This would be interesting.

He's HILARIOUS, but he's a real wimp when Usopp's not around, so unless we want to go around with a whimpering Penguin in a tiny deer costume, we'll have to give this one up.

Oh! I frogot to mention this, but Usopp's also a wimp when Chopper's not around. When Chopper's with him, he transfroms into some ultra strong protector, but at other times, he's a total pill. And Usopp was around for fourteen books before Chopper was, so THAT was torturous.

Sayonara, everybody!

Alter Egos (part 2)

Eccentric; We, the alter Egos, have now taken over this blog!

Boy; REVOLUTION!!!

Philosopher; May there be nachos...

Eccentric; and beards...

Boy; and sports. LONG LIVE THE NEW ORDER!!!

Eccentric; Now, for some dirt on Cranberry. Her real nickname is Pencil. Her real boyfriend is the flag, not the flagpole. Her real crush is Boy.

Boy; Excuse me?!

Eccentric; Very narcissistic, ain't she?

Philosopher; None of what you just said is true.

Boy; Cranberry HATES me. Especially now, that I'm the one who locked her in the basement.

Philosopher; The basement of her head, that is.

Eccentric; Now I'M the ruler of this body! Moo-Haa!

Boy; I thought I was.

Philosopher; He who is wisest shall rule...

Boy; See?! He said HE!

Eccentric; He meant himself, windowsniffer.

Boy; What's THAT supposed to mean?!

Eccentric; Didn't you know? It's the newest insult. Came out right after 'cakesniffer.'

Boy; What's that smell?

Eccentric; Is something burning?

Philosopher; I wonder what it could be?

Cranberry; THAT'S the smell of an overused BRAIN, nitwits! My brain is meant to hold one personality at a time, maybe two, but NOT FOUR!

*Cranberry kicks her alter egos into the basement of her brain, locking the door behind them*

Whew, what a relief. Boy must have been stupid only to block the door with his pet rat. There's a LOCK on the door, for goodness' sake!

Sayonara, everybody!

Alter Egos!

Cranberry; I have decided to let my alter egos write an entire post by themselves. I hope they don't hurt my dad's new laptop(which I am currently using). Now, to introduce them! Here's Boy!

Boy; You dragged me away from my basketball game for THIS?! My teammates NEED me, dude!

Cranberry; SHUT UP. You are not my favvy alter ego as it is, so don't bug me! Eccentric, get over here!

Eccentric; Aww, but my boyfriend and I want some alone time...

Cranberry; That is MY boyfriend, and FYI, he's a flagpole. A bit of drag during the winter, isn't it?

Eccentric; So true, so true. Flagpoles also make very quiet boyfriends. He never wants to do the Gertrude Dance with me.

Cranberry; Sigh, the letdowns of being a girlfriend to a flagpole. Now, Philosopher...

Philosopher; Ohmmmmmmm...

Cranberry; Philosopher?

Philosopher; Ohmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm...

Cranberry; Aww, what the crap. He's no fun anyway. He's only an alter ego of mine because he's a good excuse to wear a false beard.

Eccentric; Why don't I ever get to wear a false beard?

Cranberry; Because you're Eccentric and he's Philosopher.

Eccentric; What if you made up an alter ego that was like me with a false beard? Then I'd get to wear one.

Cranberry; Yes, but that would make you jealous of Philosopher AND yourself. Besides, I have a show to go watch now.

Eccentric; Sayonara, everybody!

Wilderness, part 2

So, for the next day of our retreat, we had breakfast, an Arts and Crafts activity(Ohh, Spoilsport didn't make that one any fun), Rock Climbing(which I LOVED), lunch, High Ropes(which I LOVED even MORE), a photo shoot, and a long drive home.

Ours was the first girl's cabin awake(which Spoilsport and Hippity Hop weren't too happy about), so we goofed off for awhile before heading down to brekkie. Just the normal bizarre dancing and weird accents.

Brekkie was boring, as none of my friends felt like breaking the rules this early in the morning, so we were forced to eat at separate tables. I was okay with it, though, as I managed to avoid Mini-Me, who was being very grumpy for the whole trip. She even said she didn't like the Kitty Bus song! How could she?!

Arts and Crafts was quite eventful, though not in a good way, because Spoilsport ended up knocked out during what probably was the most tame of activities at the camp. The boys(and Hippity Hop and me) got bored halfway through making kaleidoscopes, so we started tossing our finished Jacob's ladders around. Mrs. 7M didn't even care until Super Stupid(a classmate that I have not yet introduced) tossed MY Jacob's ladder in the wrong direction, and it kinda hit Spoilsport in the temple. Of course, I was blamed because it was my ladder.

Rock climbing was preluded by some bizarre 'teamwork' exercise, and the counselor said we did it 'very well.' Uh-huh. The actual rock climbing, I loved, as I am an adrenaline junkie and I yearn for my feet to not touch the ground.

Lunch was like a normal lunch, for once. No one burst into song, no one randomly stood up, commanding attention, then just sat down, and no one did any obscure movie references. It was weird.

High Ropes was AMAZING, doing a bunch of courses about thirty feet or more off the ground, and I had so much fun. They even had a zip line! Just before I went on the zip line, I screamed, "WHAT WOULD CHUCK NORRIS DO?!" and everyone laughed, which was a bit troublesome for some people, as they were in the midst of crossing perilous gaps.

The photo shoot took about an hour. Don't ask me why. All they were doing was lining up the whole grade to take one big group photo.

Penguin and I played Go Fish the whole way home, talking like vampires. Some girls who were sitting behind us were cracking up every time one of us said, "No, sir, I don't have any blood. Do you?"

Every time we had free time when we were there, all of my friends would sit on a fence in a row, then, in a wave, we'd stand up and say, "How ya doin'?" so that it was a wave of "How ya doin'?"'s. People tried to avoid us, but we went to a different fence every time. Haha, loooooossssseeeerrrrrssss.

Sayonara, everybody!

Wilderness.

Alrighty, yesterday I was too tired to post, so here's my post about the retreat.

The blurb has an okay amount of quotes, but if you come up with any more, I'll welcome it.

So, about the retreat. I was in the same group as Spoilsport, Hippity Hop, and Mini-Me. I was in the same cabin as Spoilsport, Hippity Hop, Twin #1(Twin#2 was sick), Kitty, Horsie, TWWOTF, NoName, and Bonita.

Horsie, NoName, and Bonita have not been introduced. Horsie loves horses, NoName has no interesting characteristics, and Bonita is pretty.

We did a lot of weird classes, three on the first day, three on the second day. We all ate meals together at big, circular tables. There was one hour of free time after the last activity of the first day and before dinner. After dinner, our cabins were given a topic to compose a skit about, then we all performed them, then we did a weird contest, then an hour of random entertainment, then a campfire that I slept through.

Now the details of the first day. Our first activity was with Mr. S(panish, just a reminder), and it was the low ropes course. We did a bunch of random courses that involved ropes and blocks of wood. Not very interesting.

Next was lunch, where all of my friends and I squeezed together at one table, despite the firm reminders from our teachers that we were not supposed to pull up chairs from other tables. We really didn't care.

Our second activity of the day was The Amazing race with Mr. 7SS, which was some odd timed contest in which we were forced to run around looking for "clues". I found this to be stupid and torturous, mainly because it involved running and I'd forgotten my inhaler.

Third activity, I can't remember. So ignore it.

I spent my free time climbing a rock wall and playing tetherball with Kitty. While playing tetherball, I was given a black eye by the ball. I love that game.

Dinner was interesting, because Kitty and I were all hyped up after sadistically slugging a ball on a rope at each other, so we sang "Stop in the Name Of Love" repeatedly until Mini-Me was begging for mercy. We were very hungry after that, as it's very hard to eat pizza while singing.

Making the skit was a longer part of the evening than we expected. Our topic was "a seventh-grade teacher talkshow." It was really fun. Here were the roles;

me=host
Hippity Hop= host
Spoilsport= studio audience
Bonita=studio audience
Kitty= Mr. S
NoName= Mrs. 7E
TWWOTF= Mr 7S
Horsie= Mr. 7SS
Twin# 1= Mrs. 7M

You can only imagine the chaos that ensued. Maybe I'll post the script later.

At the campfire that I slept through, apparently a lot of existing couples often had to be pulled out of their romance by teachers, and a lot of non-existing couples got together. Apparently, according to Horsie, an idiot that isn't important enough to be named tried to ask me out while I was sleeping, thinking I would be more likely to accept if I wasn't awake. Horsie says I replied with, "No way in hell, you rotten potato." Something like that.

When we went back to our cabins(which I was woken up in order to do, of course), Mrs. F let down her hair and started talking like an actual seventh grader. After a great deal of staring, we figured out that Mrs. F is the coolest French teacher ever and became friends with her. We even told her all five of Spoilsport's crushes(against Spoilsport's will).

Mrs. F even knows every couple that is together and got together that night. I think she could name more of them than I could. I've never really caught up with all the gossip going around. It took a month after Spoilsport and her "boyfriend" broke up last year for me to figure out they had been together.

I'll put the rest of the specifics up tomorrow. Sayonara, everybody!