Look!!! You can see how well my blog did in 2011!!! Yayyy!!!! Happy New Year!!!
Here’s a small part of it…. 😀
A San Francisco cable car holds 60 people. This blog was viewed about 2,100 times in 2011. If it were a cable car, it would take about 35 trips to carry that many people.
Oh. My. GOWSH. I AM SO TERRIBLY FREAKING SORRY YOU GUYS!!!!! I haven’t posted on here for an entire TERRIBLE MONTH!!!! This is TERRIBLE!!!! OMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOGMOGGMOGMGOGMGMGGMGGGG I. HAVE. FAILED. AT. LIFE. I am terribly ashamed…. 😦
Well, in other wordz….
Aint he just so terribly ca-yoot!??!???
So this is basically just a terrible Thanksgiving Themed POST.
Please enjoy this duck. <(*)
GASP!!!! OMG!!! MY WORD!!!! EXCLAMATION!!! ITS AN IMPOSTER!!! SOMEBODY!!! DO SOMETHING!!! CALL THE POLICE!!! CALL THE DOCTOR!!!! CALL THE FIRE DEPARTMENT!!!! NO!!! DONT CALL ANYBODY!!!! TRY TO CATCH IT!!!! LEAVE IT ALONE!!! THIS IS TERRIBLE!!!!
Oh, wait… It’s a turkey in disguise………
Tee…. hee??
Yes. Yes. YES.
THINGS THAT RUIN THANKSGIVING!!!!
Once again, I love Nigahiga. 😀 😀 😀 😀 😀 😀 😀 😀 😀 😀 😀 😀 😀 😀
That awesome terrible catchy jingle is stuck in my head.
THINGS THAT RUIN THANKSGIVINGGGGG!!!!!
(Pronounced: TH-INgs Th-AT ROO-in Th-ANX-GiV-ING-GUH-GUH-GUH-GUH-GUH-GUH-GUH-GUH-GUH)
sO omg PEOPLE ARE COMING OVER TO OUR HOUSE FOR THANKSGIVING THIS YEAR, AND THERE ARE LIKE 14 people AT MY house!!!!!! Oh, whups….. CRAP I hATe CaPs LoCk!!!!!!! HEHEHEHEHEHEHEHHHHHh…. ANYWAYS. My Grandma and Grandpa are here and so are my Aunt Caroline and my Uncle Jeff and my Nannie and Papa and my cousins Benji and Davie and my Mom and my DIDDYYYYY and my Aunt Amanda and my adorable little baby cousin Caroline. SHE IS SOOOOOOOO TERRIBLYYYYY CA-YOOT!!!!!!
And OMG my brother and cousin Benji just told me that when they were out driving (my brother is 16) there was this little kid who built an entire wall of snow across the road!!!! And get THIS!!!! My brother drove right through it!!!! Like BOOM BANG BA BAM!!!!!! And probably like the entire day of that kids life was just wasted heartlessly by my soulless brother!!! Cuz he’s just that nice….
So my cousin Davie who’s like my age got this really awesome app game called Jet Pack Joyride!!!! ITS SOOOOO TERRIBLE!!!!! I AM IN LOVE WITH IT!!!!!!! SO YES YES EVERYONE HAS TO GET IT BCUZ I AM OBSESSED WITH IT AND I RULE OVER EVERYONE SO EVERYONE HAS TO DO WHAT I SAY!!!!!!!!! I’M TERRIBLE!!!!!!!! 😀 😀 😀 😀 😀 😀 😀
Ok, you gots to admit thats coot…………………… I know you don’t want me to say it….. but OH MY GOD I AM GOING TO SAY IT!!!!!!!!!! It’s…. It’s…IT’S…… IT’S………… IT’S TERRIBLY CA-YOOT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Oh come on. You know you ♥ me.
🙂
Ahhhhahahahhahhh……
So yah you guys I am soooo sorry I haven’t posted in such a long time but I will definitely start posting a lot more often from now on. 🙂 🙂 🙂
Well, Happy Turkey Day, and remember guys:
😀
OMG! I just spent like an hour today editing this video!!! Its basically a video of me failing trying to record myself… its pretty awesome. 🙂
Well, if you wanna see the actual video, its right here: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VQvpfNk4mS4
But bloopers are more fun. 🙂
Heheheh…..
XD
CHEESE
The Musical
Cheese! Cheese! Cheese!
Cheese of all size, flavor, color, texture!
Swiss! Pepper Jack! Cheddar! Brie!
Gouda! Parmesan!
SO! MUCH! CHEESE!!!!!
Rough, smooth, and in between!
All this cheese, it’s meant for me!
Big, small, medium, large!
If its bigger, its better! If I’m in charge.
Which I am. *Ahem*
CUZ ALL OF THIS CHEEEEEEEEEEEEESE!
ITS MEANT FOR MEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!
ITS MAKIN ME SNEEEEEEEEEEEEEEZE!
THERES JUST SOOO MUCH CHEEEEEEEEEEEEESE!
Achoo!
ITS NOT WANT ITS ALL NEEEEEEEEEEEEEED!
MY DEEP LOOOOVE OF CHEEEEEEEEEEEEEESE!
I’LL BE BEGGIN’ YOU PLEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAASE!
DON’T PART ME AND MY CHEEEEEEEEEEEEESE!
Don’t part me and my cheese
Ba ba! Ba. Baaaaaa!!!!
CHEESE.
Hey YALL! This is an awesome (if I do say so myself) vid of me playing That’s the Way It Is on the piano!!!!! I hope YALL likes it! Scratch that! I hope YALL loves it!!!! SO YA BETTA ENJOY YALL
Ooooh! I tried putting my hair into cute little piggy tails. Do YALL likes it????
Grace out. PEACE
P.S.: ITS YTF DAYYY!!!!!!1!!!!11!
Well, for once, nothing new or exciting has happened since I last posted. School is school. Homework is homework. Sleep is precious. So, basically, nothing out of the ordinary. I had hoped it wouldn’t come to this… but, alas, it must be done. I’ve been waiting all my life for this! Its… Its… ITS….!
(Catchy Jingle)
A Day In The Life Of…. Wait… How Do You Know My Name????
CHA!
Yeaaaahh.
Well, first, I woke up at about 5:55 AM to the song California Gurls. Then I fell back asleep (which takes skill) and woke up again at 7:10 AM, which is not good because my bus comes at 7:30 AM. So I of course have to race around, throw my hair in a ponytail, grab a banana, and sprint to the bus stop where the bus was juuuuust arriving. 🙂 Perfect timing, right?
So then I sat on the bus next to my BFF Courtney, and we talked about a bunch of random crap which I think included spaghettio-Os at one point. Or at least I hope it did. 😉
So the bus pulls into the parking lot and then we all walk into school and then stand in front of the door and then the bell rings and then we walk upstairs and then we all go to our lockers and then we put our stuff away and then we end the sentence cuz its gettin pretty long!
Then my friend Jill and I walked down to the sixth grade pod (PAH! SIXTH GRADERS!!!) and we visited all our old teachers!!! Then we stood in the pod and when the bell rang, all the sixth graders swarmed into their classrooms. It was hilarious!!! Back in the seventh grade pod everyone would just stand there and be all, yeah. Whatever. What? A bell just rang? I didn’t notice. A sixth grader even asked me, “Shouldn’t you be in class?” And Jill and I burst out laughing, and then he ran into his room. Aaaaahh…. sixth graders….
Then it was time for science. Yayyyy. Science. With Mr. Menges. Now doesn’t that sound fun?
And then band! Slash gym! Yayyyy!!! Band! Yayyyy!! Gym!
Then Advisory, which I hate. Its so boring! All you do is sit there and look pretty. Fortunately, I can do that naturally, so…
So after that 15 minutes of boredom, its time for… Are you ready now??? Take a deep breath… Prepare yourself for this… GTT!!! Otherwise know as Gateway To Technology. Doesn’t that just sound so grand??? Its the most boring class in the history of most boring classes! Yes, folks! Even more boring than Advisory! On the bright side, we get to work on laptops! On the dark side, (We have cookies!) we have to go on Autodesk Inventor, where you get to design things and extrude things and flush things and mate things and its just a big load of snazzymajazzerballs. Everyone basically just plays games behind Mr. Kraus’s back until the period is over. 😉
When the bell FINALLY rings at the end of GTT, its time for lunch! Since, most days, I hardly get anything to eat in the mornings because of my epic ability to sleep through almost anything, I’m usually pretty hungry around 20 mins into first period, so you can imagine how starving I am by lunch. I just scarf down that crap they shove down our throats everyday in the cafeteria as best as I can and then we all flock upstairs for fifth period.
Ahhh, English. With MRS. CICHOSZ. (Pronounced CHEE-hosh. Say it with me now: CHEE-Hosh.) Nice name, right? WRONG! She’s… so… BORING! But the good thing is today we had a sub! Named Mr. Brady. Now, Mr. Brady’s okay, don’t get me wrong, but he is 78 years old. I’m not even KIDDING! He was born in 1933!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! O_o……….Oldy.
After English is Social Studies with Mr. Dobson, the very best teacher in the history of EVERNESS. He is soooo epic! He yells at us, and tells awesome jokes, and he just makes social studies seem really fun. 🙂 But seriously, normally, social studies is NOT fun. ESPECIALLY cuz we had a quiz today! It took me so long I had to get a pass for my last class of the day…
Algebra. That’s right. Algebra. Isn’t that just wonderful??? I get to rap up every day with my good ol’ pal MATH. It’s a good thing Mrs. Albrecht is so nice! But every day we get like problems 1-2940 on lesson 29. 678 or something like that. Or maybe something not like that at all. The world may never know! Today we learned about solving inequalities with a variable and a buncha crap like that. Pretty basic. 😛
Ahhhh. Finally I get to go home! I get to ride the stinky disgusting gross bus to my house…. Or not. Everyday I walk home from school. Why? Because of the bus. I fricken HATE the fricken thing, frick! I’d rather walk the two miles to my house than ride that thing twice a day. Its bad enough riding it once to school…
On the walk home from school, It was about 80 degrees out and I died in my jeans and long sleeves, and I spent the entire time muttering darkly to myself about how my back was gonna die because of my 127 pound backpack and my feet were gonna die because I have to walk two miles and I was gonna die if I didn’t LOOK BEFORE I CROSS THE STREET. Cuz thats just the kind of person I am! 😀
When I got home I was about to collapse on the couch but NOOOO. I have to go to piano! So mom drags me to piano where I sit there at the piano and my teacher sez some stuffz and then I say some stuffz and then I play some stuffz and this goes on for another half hour. When piano was over I got 75 cents from the car and went to the vending machine! There it took me about fifteen minutes to recieve my special prize because I’m not very good with machines. The only thing I ended up being able to afford was this Little Debbie’s oatmeal cream with looked and tasted like mush. Halfway home I chucked it out the window. 🙂
After that pleasant experience we were home! So I took my homework outside onto the old playset from “back in the day”, and started to work on my homework, while really I was just texting everyone on my contacts list. 🙂 After around fifteen minutes I got bored of math so I got on my bike and rolled around my neighborhood. (When I told this to my mom later, she thought I meant I like got off my bike and started rolling around on the ground. Sadly, this did not happen.) I rode to this cute little playground about a mile away and I spun around and around on that… that…. spinny thingy…. thing…. thing… thing. Oh, suck it, I don’t know what its called. I spun around on it for a long time and got really nauseus and dizzy and when I finally stopped, it took a while for the world to stop spinning……..Also there was an adorable little five year old there and SHE WAS SOOOO CUTE!!!!!
OMG, I just haddddd to post this!!!!
O hai!
Isn’t he just so adorable???
I was lying on the couch “doing my homework” and eating candy corn, and I look on the ottoman and Zeke is curled up next to the candy corn!!! 😀 😀 😀
Who, me? I don't eat candy...
IZ ALL MINE!!!!
And my personal favorite…
Lol
RAWR
Ooh! Candy
Ohhh Zeke… What am I going to do with you???
Wait till I get a picture of him with an arched back next to a real pumpkin!!!! BWAHAHAHAHAAA
The butler did it.
My Encounter With a Mailbox
A Memoir
We start off with a scene of luscious trees, sunny skies, and a sweet smelling breeze wafting through my thick blonde curls. The setting is a smooth sidewalk, the time around the year of 2005. Walking along this sidewalk on that crisp summer day were my best friend, Hailey, and I, talking of whatever five and seven year olds talk about. The subject of this particular conversation, however, was of the amazing bike race we had planned for that day.
“I’m gonna ride faster than you and Thomas, because I got my training wheels off!” I said in my most taunting voice, skipping along next to Hailey. Thomas is my older brother, and at that time he was about nine years old. He often had to suffer through Hailey’s and my antics, but then, what are big brothers for?
“No, you’re not! I’m gonna be faster than both of you put together! I’m seven, and you’re five, so that means I’ll beat you!” Hailey countered, snooting with her nose up in the air.
“Oh, yeah?” I grinned. “Race you to the corner!” I shouted, already running.
“Hey, no fair!” Hailey shouted, coming after me.
And so we ran on down the sidewalk, and I sharply veered the corner heading down our street. We both sprinted to our houses, which were right next to each other, each trying to beat the other to the front door. I ran inside my house at the same time Hailey ran into hers, both thinking we had beaten the other. I raced into the kitchen where I found my mom and Thomas.
“C’mon, c’mon, c’mon!” I shouted, jumping up and down. “It’s time to ride bikes! I’m gonna ride really fast! And I don’t have training wheels! Come on!”
My mother smiled at me, and led my brother and me to the garage where we got on our bikes, Mom making sure to buckle my helmet on me. I wobbled over to Hailey’s driveway, Thomas smoothly riding and Mom jogging along behind me.
Mom greeted Hailey’s mom and then finally, it was time! We made our way down the street and reached the corner that Hailey and I had just raced to. We all got on our bikes except for Mom, who would be jogging just to keep an eye on us. Then Hailey, Thomas and I raced away, leaving my mother in the dust.
Up and down the street I biked! My feet were a blur on the pedals, my head aimed down next to my handlebars, my hair bouncing behind me. Thomas and Hailey were close on my tail, but I knew I could beat them. I shot down the hill, gathered up momentum, and veered all the way around, going back up the hill. My brother and best friend were not as quick, and pretty soon I was up the hill and racing down the street again in the opposite direction. I was so happy that I was faster than them that I put on an extra burst of speed.
They would have no hope of catching up now! I turned my head backwards, just to make sure they were a good mile or three behind when—
SMACK!
I smashed into a mailbox.
I cried. I screamed. I yelled for my mom. But, of course, she had just gone down the hill I had just come up, so she should be a while. Thomas and Hailey heard me, and they came as fast as they could. They found me lying on the ground next to that stupid metal mailbox, sobbing and bleeding. It must have been quite a sight to see.
“I’m coming! Hold on! I’m coming!” You could hear my mom yelling from somewhere in the distance, running as fast as she could toward her screaming child. Poor Mom.
As Hailey and Thomas did their best to console me, my Mom eventually made it over to us, panting. That mailbox incident unfortunately ended our bike race, and we all walked back home.
We dropped Hailey off at her house and walked into ours, where my mother and I went upstairs to examine the damage.
As I looked into the mirror, I gasped. I had a huge gash running from my neck all the way down my chest. I was a bloody mess! Though I did have I tendency to get into accidents back then. Come to think of it, I still do. I was used to getting injured in one way or another, so after we got me all cleaned up, all I thought of was how fast I had been on that bike.
After that day, I rode my bike everywhere! Down my street, around the cul de sac, on my driveway. I had proven that I could ride without training wheels, and that was all that mattered! Who cares if I bloodied myself up in the process? I was a highly resilient five year old. I was also very determined. And I still am! I love challenging myself, and darn the consequences! All that matters is that I have fun along the way.
🙂
LALALALALAAAAAA
Wasn’t that just amazing???
I was sooo cute when I was five.
🙂
Hello, my beautiful people!
…..What?
Too creepy?
Okay, let’s try this again.
Hello, people!
As you can see, I know a lot of text talk. So in case I ever say something such as: “omg”, then feel free to revert to this guide! Okay? Okay. 😀
Common Text Talk Sturfz
omg = oh my gosh
lol = laugh out loud
ikr = i know, right
ik = i know
irlp = i really like pie
lmao = laughing my a** off
lmfao = laughing my… well, you get the idea
rotfl or rofl= rolling on the floor laughing or rolling on floor laughing
roflmaool = rolling on floor laughing my a** off out loud
rofflmfaoofl = rolling on f***ing floor laughing my f***ing a** off out f***ing loud
gieaayki = grace is extremely awesome and you know it
tctbt = too cute too be true
gtg = got to go
cyl = see you later
l8er = later
wtf = what the f***
omgmibecrn = oh my god macki is being extremely cute right now
g4u = good for you
ttyl = talk to you later
tyl = tell you later
srfbeg = spaghetti-os are fattening but extremely good
idk = i dont know
ily = i love you
luvya = love ya
irnapran = i really need a popsicle right about now
WELLLLLL thats about all I can think of so TTYL!!!!!! AHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHHHHHH!!!!!
heyyyy ppls!! 4 this entire post imma b talkin in txt talk cuz this week wuz da 1st week o skool, and i hafta do this 2 rebel against handwriting and actual wrdz. so, if this annoys u, SUCK IT UPP!!! i hafta be special in my own way and do u no wut kinda ppl oppresse other ppls specialness???? thats right. bullies. do U wanna b a bully? huhh??? dooooo ya? i THOUGHT not.
anywayssss, skool sux. like totally sux. u hafta get upp @ like 4 in da morning, and den u hafta get dressed and mascara-ize urself so u can luk cuuute and all of da boyz will ❤ uuuu, and den u hafta eat dry crunchy stuff in milk instead uv actual good stuffffff that tastes actually goooodd cuz it takes 2 long 2 make in da mornings, and den u hafta ride a fricken crowded frick bus thats hot and stuffy and overcrowded, and den u get 2 skool and try 2 act all coollll and u hafta fit in cuz if u dont then u will hafta go die in a hole.
but da worst part of it all is… oh i cant say it! but i will. its… shudder… LEARNING!!!! i mean, who goes 2 skool to learn anyway???? skool iz 4 being awkward and doing wut every1 else duz and straightening ur hair and blending in and txting during class bcuz u cant b alone w/ ur own thoughts 4 2 seconds!!!! i mean, srsly!!!! learning!!!! *stalks off and mutters to self about something that sounds suspiciously like “learning”*
im in algebra this year and it iz sooooo hard!!!!! it takes 4ever and the homework tuk me 2 hrs yesterday!!!! also my math teacher talks supppper fastttt. here is wut it soundz like:
“Helloclasstodaywewillbelearningaboutsetsanddomainseveryiteminadomainhastohavesomethingincommonwitheverythingelseinthedomainoneplusoneequalstwolalalallablablablailikepiecreamedchicken!!!!”
ikr??? its rly hard to understand her. but i get along just fine anyway cuz i iz a awesome special person!!!!! 😀
so ya basically imma rebel anddd thats about it sooo
Sidenote: This post was super hard to write because I hate writing with text talk!!! I’m ashamed of this post.
Mush!!!
bubblykittens 