Well, 'The Blog of Pankow' listed questions that I find interesting. So I shall answer them.
1) What is one thing you hate about yourself? Phisically, OR other.
Uhm... hate? My sensitivity. I really dislike it. I cry at everything. I rate movies by 'ones I didn't cry at' instead of 'ones I did cry at'. And, also, my bipolarness. Yes, I made that word. But yeah, I am very bipolar. I change personalities in a snap. *some one snaps* ugh, I bet no one even reads this. Why do I even do this? It's a time waster.
2) What is your favorite animal? Why? Is it a cow? Mine is.
Oooh, favorite animal... Tis an Orca Whale. Sorry, Pankow, it's not a cow. But cows are pretty beast. I mean, you gotta say.
3) Copying one of Wheezy's questions to Charlieissocoollike, What is that smell?
I am confusion? See, I am so lost, I made a horribly done question.. statement... thing. But, that smell, is Parmesan Chicken. For dinner. That I really want right now.
4) What's the weirdest thing you've done in public?
Hehe, I got this one. Tickled Peter Bowling's tummy. We were by my locker for lunch, me, Peter, and Ranya, and I just randomly tickled his belly. I'm not sure why, but I guess it's because I do it to my brothers and sisters, and I count Peter as a brother, so... I don't know, I was weird that day.
5) What is a question you REALLY wish you knew the answer to?
Hmm... Why does Cartoon Network have the creepiest shows known to man, creepier than Monsters inside of me?
6) What would you do if twelve men came in your house uninvited and sat on your couch, staring at the wall and not saying a word?
I would say, " Are you ok? You want some refreshments? Is there something in the wall? Are you dead? Why aren't you answering any of my questions? Am I talking to fast? Aaarrreee yoouuu oook? Do you speak a different language? Êtes-vous d'accord? Can't speak French? Get out of my house."
Or...
"What da hek ya'll doin in mah home?!?! Ima call da popo on yo butts, if ya'll don leev dis hause!"
For your information, I don't speak like that.
Ok, now for a good bye song.
So long, Fare well, Auf Wiedersehen to you! (dododododo,dodododo)
I now, have to, do homework! So stop reading!
Seriously, why haven't you stopped?
Monday, September 20, 2010
Saturday, September 11, 2010
9/11
Today was a good 9/11. Nothing bad really happened. I found out a couple things, though. I found out a famous actor, Mathew Gray Gubler, was just within a mile of the incident when it happened 9 years ago. I also found out that my grandfather passed on the 12 right after 9/11, 9 years ago. Tomorrow will be the anniversary of his death 9 years ago. Yes it is sad, but some of my friends have sadder stories. But I don't want to be in a sad mood today. So let's start off with happy things, or casual 7th grade things, you know.
Well, on Thursday, in science, my phone fell out of my pocket. I was in front of the teacher, just to make it worse. And even more worse, I don't turn it off, because if I do, it breaks, so I keep it on silent. Luckily, She didn't see, and I slipped it into my pocket. But the rest of the day, I was worried it would fall out.
Right now, me and my friend are having a contest of who knows the hottest celebrities. Right now, I think I'm winning, but she thinks she is, so it might be a tie. Okay, you probably don't want to know about what two teenage girls talk about in their Gmail chats. And I bet I'm right. So I won't tell you. Unless you really want to know. And if you do, I will edit it into this. I guess... Oh well.
Have you noticed all Irish men that are famous singers have an amazingly beautiful voice? Well, it's true. Just wanted to keep you up in Irish singing news.
What else can I talk about...
Hmm, I am in the mood for a contest. So, whoever comments with... oh, a good contest idea, I will use it in the next post as a contest! Yea!
I'm very happy, because of no Athletics for two days. But I have to go running tomorrow. It's no fair, I can't run. I was not born with the ability to run, and I am dead serious. I run worse then my friend with asthma. ASTHMA! I don't know why I came out with such a birth defect. It sure doesn't help when Coach Clayton is lecturing to you, we are the athletic girls, we try our hardest, we push to the fullest, we are better then the rest of them, well maybe not the last part, she's not mean. She's really nice, she's being strict to train us, which I get, I don't blame her. I am just not trainable for running! Anyone with me? Huh?
Hm, what else is going on in my life that I can share with you, all though you probably don't want to know. And if you don't want to know, why are you reading this in the first place? Gosh, get a life.
OH! I'm trying out for the school musical. But I really hope I don't get it. My friend tricked me into trying out for one of the main characters, and I have major stage fright. But I think I'm going to get the part, because the choir teacher likes me. Now, I know what you're thinking (which you probably aren't). If she likes me, why is she giving me a part I don't want? I don't know.
You might want to know what the play is. Well, we chose Annie. Actually, 'we' didn't choose it, I wanted Suessicall, and so did half the choir, but Mrs. Barksedale chose Annie. So I watched the play today to see who I tried out for. Because I tried out for her not knowing anything about her. Apparently she is an evil Orphan mother who has a very cute brother that looks like Robert Downy Jr. kind of... named Miss Hannigan. Arg, Avery, you trick me into trying out knowing I would have to be in the play because no one wants to be the evil one!!!
Okay I think I am about done here. Let's end with something funny.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lm_n3hg-Gbg
Hehe funny.
Well, on Thursday, in science, my phone fell out of my pocket. I was in front of the teacher, just to make it worse. And even more worse, I don't turn it off, because if I do, it breaks, so I keep it on silent. Luckily, She didn't see, and I slipped it into my pocket. But the rest of the day, I was worried it would fall out.
Right now, me and my friend are having a contest of who knows the hottest celebrities. Right now, I think I'm winning, but she thinks she is, so it might be a tie. Okay, you probably don't want to know about what two teenage girls talk about in their Gmail chats. And I bet I'm right. So I won't tell you. Unless you really want to know. And if you do, I will edit it into this. I guess... Oh well.
Have you noticed all Irish men that are famous singers have an amazingly beautiful voice? Well, it's true. Just wanted to keep you up in Irish singing news.
What else can I talk about...
Hmm, I am in the mood for a contest. So, whoever comments with... oh, a good contest idea, I will use it in the next post as a contest! Yea!
I'm very happy, because of no Athletics for two days. But I have to go running tomorrow. It's no fair, I can't run. I was not born with the ability to run, and I am dead serious. I run worse then my friend with asthma. ASTHMA! I don't know why I came out with such a birth defect. It sure doesn't help when Coach Clayton is lecturing to you, we are the athletic girls, we try our hardest, we push to the fullest, we are better then the rest of them, well maybe not the last part, she's not mean. She's really nice, she's being strict to train us, which I get, I don't blame her. I am just not trainable for running! Anyone with me? Huh?
Hm, what else is going on in my life that I can share with you, all though you probably don't want to know. And if you don't want to know, why are you reading this in the first place? Gosh, get a life.
OH! I'm trying out for the school musical. But I really hope I don't get it. My friend tricked me into trying out for one of the main characters, and I have major stage fright. But I think I'm going to get the part, because the choir teacher likes me. Now, I know what you're thinking (which you probably aren't). If she likes me, why is she giving me a part I don't want? I don't know.
You might want to know what the play is. Well, we chose Annie. Actually, 'we' didn't choose it, I wanted Suessicall, and so did half the choir, but Mrs. Barksedale chose Annie. So I watched the play today to see who I tried out for. Because I tried out for her not knowing anything about her. Apparently she is an evil Orphan mother who has a very cute brother that looks like Robert Downy Jr. kind of... named Miss Hannigan. Arg, Avery, you trick me into trying out knowing I would have to be in the play because no one wants to be the evil one!!!
Okay I think I am about done here. Let's end with something funny.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lm_n3hg-Gbg
Hehe funny.
Saturday, September 4, 2010
Those Darn Apple Snails
Yesterday (which is not yesterday any more because I have not finished this blog in a while...) was cool. I brought out my murder skills and my stalker with in me. Let's start with the stalker part.
Well, if you are wondering what kids do now-a-days when they like someone, it's stalk them. Well, that's what all my friends do, at least. And today's story is about a love stalking story. It starts out with one of my friends liking this guy, and stalking him, but this happened in 6th grade, and now it's 7th grade, and she doesn't like him any more (for all we know) so we are trying to trick him into thinking that she was payed to stalk him for a gay guy who had a crush on him. Do you understand? Well, let me explain. I made a gay guy account on Gmail, called Jason Jones. Apparently, from our stories we told people at our school, he lives in a mansion, he is home-schooled, but he goes to a public school, he met my friend on Gmail AND Band Camp, he has two mommys and two daddys, his daddys live in Florida, and he lives with his mommys in Texas, no one knows how he knows Adam Sasick (the kid we are trying to trick) and he knows way too much about Westbrook and the people in that school to be home schooled. So the night before last, I was chatting with Adam's best friend, Justin, as Jason, then he invited this kid that goes to Creek, and so I was flirting with him as Jason, it was pretty funny, but I figured out he is only 3 and a half feet tall! Isn't that adorable!?!? That's the size of my overly-tall 3 year old brother. Sorry I thought that was really cool, I love shorties, I think they are cool.
Well, I just figured out he's actually five feet tall. Bummer. Oh well.
In choir, we have to memorize songs for regionals, so the first song is "Je Le Vous Dirai", which is French for "I will tell you now" it's a French song in all French about a break-up, I believe. Or some girl just really hates this un-handsome guy. I don't know. And for the school play, I really want to do Seussical, even though I've never seen that play ever before, but I'm voting for that one because I'm in love with Dr. Suess. You guys want to know my favorite French song? I know you do. So it's "A la claire fontaine" and now I have an idea for a contest! Whoever answers what "a la claire fontaine" means in English, you win the contest! And your prize is... the joy of winning.
Rules: No looking up on any translators, you must have a friend/sibling in French, or just guess. it's pretty obvious if you look at it. And pronounce it.
NOW FOR THE MURDER PART! The best part of the post!
Well... My friends and I were hanging out under the big bridge, ya know, the street bridge, where all the druggies and drunk teens go, but luckily no one was there so we didn't run into those crazy people, all though we did find where they hid their drugs, but we were too scared to touch them, gross. Any ways, We were walking in the dirty water with a lot of litter, naughty littering drunks, and we found apple snails. Apple snails, if you didn't know, are the snail murderers. They originated in China, where there are a lot of animals that could kill them so the apple snails don't eat everything, but somehow they got to America, where there aren't enough animals to kill them, so the apple snails eat all the water animals, fish, tadpoles, frogs, everything. In one of my friends classes, she learned that, and they went down to the bayou, and found apple snails, and put them in plastic bags to suffocate them, But instead, we smashed them with rocks. Its quicker and easier for them, all though it might hurt a lot, it doesn't hurt for a long time, because they usually die immediately. Wasn't that a nice story?
I guess that's it, so, uh, yes, nice telling you my story, come back later for another if I have a good one.
Well, if you are wondering what kids do now-a-days when they like someone, it's stalk them. Well, that's what all my friends do, at least. And today's story is about a love stalking story. It starts out with one of my friends liking this guy, and stalking him, but this happened in 6th grade, and now it's 7th grade, and she doesn't like him any more (for all we know) so we are trying to trick him into thinking that she was payed to stalk him for a gay guy who had a crush on him. Do you understand? Well, let me explain. I made a gay guy account on Gmail, called Jason Jones. Apparently, from our stories we told people at our school, he lives in a mansion, he is home-schooled, but he goes to a public school, he met my friend on Gmail AND Band Camp, he has two mommys and two daddys, his daddys live in Florida, and he lives with his mommys in Texas, no one knows how he knows Adam Sasick (the kid we are trying to trick) and he knows way too much about Westbrook and the people in that school to be home schooled. So the night before last, I was chatting with Adam's best friend, Justin, as Jason, then he invited this kid that goes to Creek, and so I was flirting with him as Jason, it was pretty funny, but I figured out he is only 3 and a half feet tall! Isn't that adorable!?!? That's the size of my overly-tall 3 year old brother. Sorry I thought that was really cool, I love shorties, I think they are cool.
Well, I just figured out he's actually five feet tall. Bummer. Oh well.
In choir, we have to memorize songs for regionals, so the first song is "Je Le Vous Dirai", which is French for "I will tell you now" it's a French song in all French about a break-up, I believe. Or some girl just really hates this un-handsome guy. I don't know. And for the school play, I really want to do Seussical, even though I've never seen that play ever before, but I'm voting for that one because I'm in love with Dr. Suess. You guys want to know my favorite French song? I know you do. So it's "A la claire fontaine" and now I have an idea for a contest! Whoever answers what "a la claire fontaine" means in English, you win the contest! And your prize is... the joy of winning.
Rules: No looking up on any translators, you must have a friend/sibling in French, or just guess. it's pretty obvious if you look at it. And pronounce it.
NOW FOR THE MURDER PART! The best part of the post!
Well... My friends and I were hanging out under the big bridge, ya know, the street bridge, where all the druggies and drunk teens go, but luckily no one was there so we didn't run into those crazy people, all though we did find where they hid their drugs, but we were too scared to touch them, gross. Any ways, We were walking in the dirty water with a lot of litter, naughty littering drunks, and we found apple snails. Apple snails, if you didn't know, are the snail murderers. They originated in China, where there are a lot of animals that could kill them so the apple snails don't eat everything, but somehow they got to America, where there aren't enough animals to kill them, so the apple snails eat all the water animals, fish, tadpoles, frogs, everything. In one of my friends classes, she learned that, and they went down to the bayou, and found apple snails, and put them in plastic bags to suffocate them, But instead, we smashed them with rocks. Its quicker and easier for them, all though it might hurt a lot, it doesn't hurt for a long time, because they usually die immediately. Wasn't that a nice story?
I guess that's it, so, uh, yes, nice telling you my story, come back later for another if I have a good one.
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