Sittin' here. Blogerting. Finding Nemo in the background.
Raise of hands! Who's heard of "Vini. Vidi. Vici."?
Raise of foots! Who know's what it means?!?
Oh, oh! I do! I do! Pick me! I know it! I swear I do! I know it! I know! I know!! I know!!!
"Vini. Vidi. Vici." - "I came. I saw. I conquered." An excessively operose assessment that uses distinctive mechanized enumerated untensil to conceive statistical data, such as...what the quote represents your life, mine was "Vini. Vidi. Vici." Or what exactly your personality is, such as mine which I'm PROUD to say. (i'm very very very very proud to say.) is 74%nerd, and 26% dork. D:]
Thank you Facebook.
For these extemely important
life lessons.
Yupper depper depper.....wow have times changed. Someone now would say, Oh jaa! Thad be phat!! w0rd. My mother and I were watching a movie and this lady walks out with her hair slicked back to a tight bun on the very top of her head. My mother tells me, we used to do our hair like that in the 70s! We called them, terds, cause that's what they looked like. Can you imagine calling you haird a terd?
"Hey mom! Prom is tonight! Can you put a terd on my hair?" or
"Mom! Why doesn't my terd ever look like her terd?" or
"Jack, Susie had a terd in her hair...W-O-W! Was she fine or what!!!"
A miracle happened today!!! A true life miracle! I made wonder, dilicious, awesome, beautiful cookies!! "Why is this a miracle," Bob asks. "Let her finish the story," Jean adds. "I would if she kept tellin' it!" Bob screams at Jean. "Ugh. Bob, she would if you would let her continue." Anywhose. This is a miraculous (spelling?) event because of one rather simple thing. I am a murderer...of cookies... Do you not believe me? Well....you should. }:D
Look at them!! Look at those ugly dead things!! What I did wrong we will never know..*tear. sniff.* They never stood a chance. The top left cookie..the chocolate....*sniff*....the chocolate was burned. The bottem left cookie. That's supposed to be...to..t-t-t-o..to be...one cookie. I'm sorry I'm just blubbering over here..I'm s-s-sorry. It's just s-s-s-s-s-s-sad. *wah* The other two cookies on the bottom...the middle isn't even cooked all the way...what..w-what went wrong? D':] ? We will never know.
But don't worry!! My cookies today were excellent!!!!! Beautiful!!! Wonderful!!! Alive! They were tap dancing.
Poll of Yea or Nay -- Male tap dancer
Sokay, my friend...we'll call him...hm....IronMan. Is in a play. He auditions and all this good stuff and goes home thinking "I hope I don't have a big dancing part. I hope I don't have a big dancing part." He gets the results...Dancer A...baharharhar! He get's to tap dance al over the place. Now tell me that isn't funny. Tell me that isn't funny!! Tell me that isn't funny! Tell me that isn't funny. (If anyone tells me that isn't funny know...Liars die....I'm just saying.)
Sokay, I see this thing on this musical called "Hair" talk about weird. I want to know what it's about and so I look it up. Look at what it tells me.
"Hair tells the story of the "tribe", a politically active,
long-haired "Hippies of the Age of Aquarius"
fighting against the conscription to the Vietnam War
and living a bohemian life together in New York City."
Raise of hands: Who understands this? If you are ever explaining something to someone...don't use words longer than your last name. Like politically active or consciption or bohemian. And phrases such as Hippies of the Age of Aquarius...most people with just get lost.
Raise of feet: Who doesn't understand this? ME!!!
Sokay, Mia! That devil of a dog is up to no good again. So I'm not too happy with her. She shaithed in my room and up-chucked on my pants!! Yeah. Not cool. }:^[ I'm not happy at all. Well today she just added to the horribleness of her horrible...ness. I had just come home from summer school. No food since last night, and I was hungry. I make myself a little sandwhich, and when I'm almost done making it my mom calls.
"You need to clean up the dog poop in the backyard before i get home. I'm ten minutes away."
So no pressure right? I put the finishing touches on my sandwhich put it on the counter and go off to pig up her shaith. I finish as my mom pools in the drive way and go in to eat my food, glad that horrible moment in my life was over. (It was shaith.) I open the door and the dog is there, looking up at me. An evil glint in her eye. Yes! There was an evil glint!! I wasn't making things up!! She was looking menacingly up at me, literally licking her chomps. Her lips. Her shaith pie-hole.
I come in the kitchen and my SANDWHICH IS GONE! ALL THAT IS LEFT ARE SOME CRUMBS! THE SHAITH DOG STOLE MY FOOD. I clean up her poop, she crapped in my room, threw up on my pants, beats me up, and hogs any sitting or sleeping spot (She likes couches and beds. Particularly my bed.) I hate hate hate it! Hate it. Hate it!!
Well ME (yes the other Osmart Sister is still alive) She comes home tomorrow night. (She called me today. OOOoo, aren't I special. She just called. For no particular reason. It was pretty cool.)
Got me sad though... She told me about how she was hanging out w/my bestfriends. (They're twins and their older sister was ME's bestfriend.) ANd how my other best friends - sokay, the twins are the best guy friends the other best friends are the best GIRL friends (I don't bend that way so don't even think that.) - miss me. And I'm stranded!
Question of the day: Why aren't drapes double sided so it looks nice on the inside and outside of the home?
Answer of the day: People are DUMMIE BEARS!! What is it about that stupid people thing you people not understand...oh...wait....baharharhar.
I'm gonna bounce! Stay Fresh!
We Rock. Love Us. [:D
