Wednesday, May 10, 2006

   Various News and Funny Stories...
Tori, La-la Girl, Demon Squirrel and I are playing in a clarinet quartet tomarrow; we're playing a round of Frere Jacques with me going first for an about five-second solo. All I have to remember to say is my name and that we are the clarinet quartet. No solo, so I can change things on my profile around a bit!
I presented my powerpoint about my sixth grade year to the fifth graders today(love powerpoints!!!!). My class was gasping and such when the pictures of people came up, I doubt they've yet learned of copy and paste yet. Flute Guy started to copy off of me, but his edited powerpoint wouldn't save 'cause he'd put it on the same disk over and over again, and he had to delete them.
If you have never heard the Bill Nye the Science Guy theme song or have never heard about Larry the Cable Guy, you will SOOOO not understand these following lyrics that The Fox and The Pope-Tripper made up(to the tune of the Bill Nye the Science Guy theme song, just skip the following paragraph if you haven't heard it or about Larry):
Larry the Cable Guy/Lar-ry The Cable Guy/Lar! Lar! Lar! Lar! LarLar! Larry the Cable guy/ Larry Rules/ Larry the Cable Guy/ Funny is a property of Larry/ LAR! LAr! Lar!larlarlar Larry the Cable Guy/ Lar! Lar! Lar! Lar! Lar! Lar! LarLarLar/ Larry the Cable Guy!
LOL!!! I was COMPLETELY dying from lack of oxygen!!! Another Mrs.Respect's Class song(which I'm not going to write out the lyrics to) Polka Dot and The Corn Monster made up; it includes turkey, chicken, potatoes, lemons, and eating supper so we can all go to bed.
A long time ago Mr. Gorgia got this HUGE chess set(the biggest piece is taller than an unsharpened pencil), and Nikki and him were playing chess with it. Somehow the conversation was brought up and The Fox said that if he could have his picture on a piece of the chess set it would be on the horse. In response Mr.Gorgia picked up the knight and pointed to the bottom face(you know, where the piece connects with the board) and replied, "You mean here?"
So I start laughing and feel like a dork 'cause I'm the only one who gets it.
And the finale: Yesterday in social studies(we're studying the Middle Ages), a work sheet was passed around with a certain type of priest onn it. Well, just so happens that The Pope-Tripper has the same last name of the certain type of priest. And it also just so happens that the certain type of priest had an overly large, funny hat.
Today, in this atlas we had to work with, the definition of the pope was a Roman-Catholic [certain type of priest who is also a chess piece]. So, The Pope-Tripper starts making moaning sounds and pretends to trip himself. I've been teasing him about it ALL day by whispering "Roman-Catholic [certain type of priest]!" in his ear or sending him notes like the one below:

REMEMBER: I mean no offense to any Catholics or the Pope, whether he has a MyOtaku account or not. Also, about nicknames or the censored bar, I NEVER give out any part of my friends names.
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Tuesday, May 9, 2006

   Have to put this here for my presentation...

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Monday, May 8, 2006

   If You Don't Like Roller-Coasters, Don't Read This Post
Rundown of my day:
We had a surprise party for Mrs. Respect(this is what I had said June BUG and Polka Dot would've wrung my neck over if I had only written it in here)! I told them we should have it during silent reading because we might need to go to computer lab, but because they were in don't listen to TALN and if by accident you do, shoot down her every idea mode, they said that we could miss one time(even though we have to finish our powerpoints and present them on Wednesday). So, we gave her the gift we bought her in her music-filled room after we had presented her with the banner everyone had signed. It was just a very sweet time, partially because she was thanking us and saying that no class had ever done this for her before, and partially because The Fox and The Pope-Tripper kept on insisting that we needed to have a group hug.
Social studies and math went by normally(boring as usual), but PE was absolutely horrible.Yes, I'm not going to tell any readers why.
Anyway, I was just working on the only book report keeping me from the Reader's Circle Award during silent reading when Mrs. Sailor, our anger-challenged art teacher, walks in holding a certificate in her hand. I cannot remember exactly what happened after that. First I was writing, then I was walking up to her, trying to fight down tears. I took my picture with Mrs. Sailor while holding that certificate, MY certificate. The main point of her visit got through to me.
I PLACED SECOND IN A NATIONAL ART FAIR!!!!!!!
It was an acrylic painting of the main four characters in my story, Missing in Venice,
that Mrs. Sailor said was SO good she was going to send it to a national art fair of which now I can't remember the name. Really all I was thinking about at the time we sent it in is that I would never get it back, I never dreamed of placing! Mrs. Sailor is going to give the award to me in front of our whole grade and various parents. SO surreal...
We finished Mrs. Respect's party during lunch, and during the party I was editing JB's writing progect that he was too stuipid to get editid before he wrote his final copy. So, after I made the final marks on his paper, he decided to erase it all! SOOO ANGRY!!!
We watched a slide show of pictures from the dance in writer's workshop. There were few of me(gladness!), and many hilarious comments were shared.
Science was fairly boring, but all people came to life when time for band; though for some reason while I was putting my clarinet together Mrs. Respect was talking to Mr. Bandman. As I sat down she said it was something about me, but because of my hearing problems, I wasn't exactly sure what I had done. It was pretty normal afterward, until my brain finally put it all together.
Oh, NO!
Flute had made me really mad at him during band on Friday because he said that Demented Squirrel was going to get the solo to my face. I dunno why this hurt me so bad, but when Mrs. Respect asked me what was wrong, I started to cry.
If Mrs. Respect had told him that...
I tried to go on with band unfazed, but it still stuck in the back of my mind the whole time. I managed to do perfect on both the spoken and played portions of the solo. The clarinets are the only undecided group, it's between me, Demented Squirrel, and my other friend, Tori.
I asked Mrs. Respect if what I suspected was true, and she confirmed the fact that I was humiliated. Crapapollooza.
Anyway, if you have kept up to this point, you are honestly a genious, for I have done nothing but write/babble for the last thirty-five minutes.
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Saturday, May 6, 2006

   Hi, All!
This site runs on East Coast time! I just figured this out!YAY! I'm improving!
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Friday, May 5, 2006

   I'm Overjoyed, Sore, and I Think My Feet Will Fall Off!
I was just at the most awesomest dance EVER!!! It's the second one I've ever been to, and this one is so much better than the sock hop! Every year student council hosts a tropical dance for the sixth graders. I don't know about last year, but this is my first out-of-school dance and it lasted from seven to nine. It took me about an hour to get ready and my Grandpa, who just got back from his month on a barge(he's the chief of engineering), brought me to school. when I got there the music was blaring on a song I didn't even know, there were very few people, and NO ONE WAS DANCING!
Well, as the night went on songs were played, ranging from the Marcarena, My Humps(I didn't know they could play that song anywhere near school! Many kids, including me to a lesser extent, danced REALLY dirtily to that song!), Honky-Tonk Shebonk-Shebonk, and the Chicken Song! So, by the end of the two straight hours of dancing I did my wedges were KILLING me and I had losy all hope of reconstructing my hairdo.
Mostly I danced with Cookie Jar, Flute Guy, Shorty and Atom Jazzman, Wyatt Erp, and Loudmouth Applesauce. We were a rebellious group, they only cluster who was dancing besides large, very bland and conformed one; and the only people in the gym who were really workin' it(also known as who weren't just moving arms and jumping). Of course, because we were original, people who were dancing in the matching groups and people who weren't dancing at ALL made fun of us. Jerks.
We were always up in front by the blaring sterios, mirrored disco balls, revolving colored lights disco balls, and teh occasional drifting dry ice. It was SOOOOOO unbelievably wonderful!
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Wednesday, May 3, 2006

   Question Solved...
JB went to a mental hospital, he's been talking about it all day. Very little improvment.; Running out the door...
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Monday, May 1, 2006

   Short, Weird Note
Anyway, one of my best friends and the closest thing I have to a boy friend, The Pope-Tripper, sits by me in writer's workshop, which Mr.Gorgia teaches. Well, The Pope-Tripper had to go to the bathroom and when he came back he went right up to Gorgia and cried, "The potty's on the fritz!"
Yes. Those EXACT words.
So I'm practically dying of lack of oxygen when Gorgia tells him to go tell the secratary or something like that.
That's my Pope-Tripper for ya!
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   CONGRATULATIONS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Congratulations! You people have allowed me to have 102 visits in the one month I've been here! YOU GUYS ROCK! Thanks, you peopleses.
So, of course, I decided to throw you guys a party, just like what I can't write about now because June Bug and Polka Dot would wring my neck! More info next Monday.
I've been writing depressing shoot lately, so I figured you guys would want something happy!
More later!
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Saturday, April 29, 2006

   Random (Like My Brain Activity)
Been both mad and happy. There were a THOUSAND subs today--Gorgia, The Little Fish, and Mr.Bandman were all gone. Oh, yeah, and DYLAN THE FOX BOOTY-BUMPED ME! It was really weird, because I was running around the room, jumping over chairs while trying ot avoid him and he was just trailing behind, bent and backward, with his butt sticking out at me!
DEMENTED SQUIRREL IS ACTING LIKE AN :BEEP:! He said that he hated me cause I hung out with him too much and followed him everywhere, then was complaining when he had to sit by me in band! Actually, I've been trying to avoid him lately, but ever since Angel broke up with him he has been trying to hang out with me! Uh, thank you, The Pope Tripper, Flute, Dylan The Fox, Flute Guy, and Red are just fine as guy friends for me! Plus, he's been acting real arrogant bout his knowledge when he has no right. If he wants to brag, he should at least try.
See, this is the thing bout him and me: we are both gifted, but he has read for info only(wide vocabulary) and I have read for fun and styles(good writing skills). I am balance-brained while his left side is dominant. I work my butt off to get As and A+s while he is content in Bs and As with no work done. I am busy, imaginative,logical, booksmart yet still life-, music-, and artistic-intellectual while he is lazy, booksmart, and logic intellectual. Of course he thinks he's better.
I dunno. He might be. I doubt it, though. And I hope I don't come across as narssistic to you readers. It's just frustrating. This week has been SO HARD. That's why I havn't been logging in like I used to. With Casey's visitation & funeral, Demented Squirrel, school, stress, and just plain pain it's been hard to just get up in the morning.
JB is coming back. I have not yet explained, for he was gone since I joined. JB has and will have no nickname. He is, unfourtunately, gifted; one of the only three in our grade(JB,Demented Squirrel, and I), so we have to be stuck in the same class every year until the next and on from then.
JB is crazy. There is no other way to explain it. He just is. He beats people up, abuses his little sister,cusses rentlessly, and insults people's intelligence.Like Demented Squirrel, only a thousand times worse. One time he was calling everyone "half eveolved from dog food", to which I had to reply with "If I'm half-evolved from dog food and I'm pretty sure I get better grades than you, what does that make you?"
And then, just to sum up the rest of his character, he went and told Mrs. Respect what we all had said to him in our defense. Yeah. And in doing so, he told her what he had said. Guess who got yelled at? The class. Excluding JB.
He has ADHD. His dad comitted suicide when he was three. So, of course, he is given NO punishment for anything. Even for beating up kids. Multiple times. And when he is scolded(gently, I might add) for his negative attitude, he just says that he has a right to be negative.
What a bunch of bull crap. He needs to live a year watching his mom die. He needs to see the only dad who ever loved him die slowly and painfully. And remember every second of it. And then some. And then talk to me.
Anyway, life has been as it should until just yesterday, when Mrs. Respect notified us that JB would be returning shortly. And that it was up to him to tell us where he'd been.
Which leads me to believe that he has been in a mental hospital or military camp. Of course, he'll never tell me. He hates my guts of which there are plenty.
And I know i need to give him a second chance. It'll just be hard.
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Monday, April 24, 2006

   Hey Peopleses!
Been tired, disconnected, and cranky today. Demented Squirrel got me really mad at him, so it was lonely in the land of TALN today. Polka Dot, June Bug, and No Alibi seem to just go off and do their own thing. Even band was friendless, because Girl With Menthol Tissues was absent today. Plus, bad things happened when I showed my comic off. I'd rather not mention it.
Bowling for Soup was the only comfort.
The perfect situation for a comic happened in lunch today... Until further notice, the next comic up will be what happened today.
On the bus this morning, Casey and her mom were mentioned in the obituaries. At school, Ere-n said that Casey had been her best friend from the town by ours of which I cannot mention the name. I just can't get my mind off of them...
My brother's new black lab is named Keke, and she is the sweetest, calmest thing! She and Hope(my shnoodle) get along well together, also.
Oh, yeah, have I mentioned that mom e-mailed her WHOLE address book about the spelling bee? Embarrassing...
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