I'm at school. I'm such an outlaw. XD

I Just Need To Say Something

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50 Ways To Annoy Fang

These are links:

50 Ways To Annoy Fang

40 Ways To Annoy Iggy

30 Ways To Annoy Max


And This Is Just Cool, So I'm Posting It

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Also Weird and Really Cool

Those last ones were from Google Earth. They're really cool and incredebly weird.

MY. HOUSE. IS. LIKE. A. FREAKING. FRIDGE!!!

Okay, so the heater's broken in our house, and we live where there is nothing to block the stupid wind out. Like, no trees.
So my room is literally a fridge, and Kristen's is literally a freezer. My wood floor is so cold i could go ice skating. And I clearly need some more blankets on my bed.

So i have noticed

That my life kinda runs off the Youth Group battery. Heard of that brand? Like, i have something to look forward to and to drag me through Monday, Tuesday, and Wednesday. (urg...still spell that thinking, 'okay...WED - NES - DAY').
And that, pick anyone in that room minus the people in the only clique and the middle school guys (count them, three), and i would trust them with my life. I could trust any one of them, minus those people, with anything.

Although, I probably couldn't trust Steve and Caleb with an egg and tell them not to break it all week, but you get the drift. ('cause trust me, it would break)

But...right now i feel like going to youth group right now, 'cause i'm in need of some friends to talk to and be totally undignified and to rip off the stupid school mask.
'Cause i am not blank and expressionless at home and at church. Ooooh, no. I do not answer questions worth at least a sentance with two words.

And I give hugs (TO GIRLS, MIND YOU). I really need a hug right now and i don't know why. I'm gonna go find Kristen...

Michael may not beleive me, but it's true. I am a hug reciever.
Aaand...i'm not at school. Because i do not trust most people there. I feel insecure and tense there. And if Michael tried to hug me, he knows he'd get kicked. (theory from last year PROVEN)

Uh-hoom. *pout* I need my Church Family... :-(

Okay, you asked for it...

They're Coming to Take Me Away, Ha-haaa! , the Hit Crew

Remember when you ran away
And I got on my knees
And begged you not to leave
Because I'd go berserk?
Well. . .

You left me anyhow
And then the days got worse and worse
And now you see I've gone
Completely out of my mind
And. . .

They're coming to take me away, HA HA
They're coming to take me away, HO HO HEE HEE HA HA
To the funny farm
Where life is beautiful all the time
And I'll be happy to see
Those nice, young men
In their clean, white coats
And they're coming to take me away, Ha-haaa!

You thought it was a joke
And so you laughed
You laughed when I had said
That losing you would make me flip my lid
Right. . .

You know you laughed,
I heard you laugh
You laughed, you laughed and laughed
And then you left
But now you know I'm utterly mad!
And. . .

They're coming to take me away, HA HA
They're coming to take me away, HO HO HEE HEE HA HA
To the happy home
With trees and flowers and chirping birds
And basket weavers who sit and smile
And twiddle their thumbs and toes
And they're coming to take me away, Ha-haaa!

I cooked your food
I cleaned your house
And this is how you pay me back
For all my kind, unselfish loving deeds?!!
Hah. . .

Well you just wait
They'll find you yet
And when they do they'll
Put you in the ASPCA, you mangy mutt!

And. . .They're coming to take me away, HA HA
They're coming to take me away, HO HO HEE HEE HA HA
To the funny farm
Where life is beautiful all the time
And I'll be happy to see
Those nice, young men
In their clean, white coats
And they're coming to take me away, Ha-haaa!

To the happy home
With trees and flowers and chirping birds
And basket weavers who sit and smile
And twiddle their thumbs and toes
And they're coming to take me away, Ha-haaa!
To the funny farm
Where life is beautiful all the time
And I'll be happy to see
Those nice, young men
In their clean, white coats
And they're coming to take me away, Ha-haaa!

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Okay, so Michael and Kristina begged me to put this on here.

DID I MENTION HOW MUCH I HATE IT WHEN PEOPLE DON'T COMMENT???

(yeah, so i don't know who's read the last post or what, but, hey, there are NO COMMENTS.)

"Should I start this song off with a question?
Or should I say what's on my mind.
(Add a cello here to add a sad impression).
Cause I'm not looking forward to leaving my friends all behind.
I didn't vote (though I'm not proud), cause I'm Canadian, and I'm not allowed.
Give it a go or throw in the towel.
Stand all alone or swim through the crowd.
No one around to help you decide.
It's time to make up your mind." (only ironic because i had an orchestra concert today)

Hehe...Caleb gets 'runner's high'. He's in cross-country. Like, "Whoo-hoo! Haha, hee hee, ho ho, five miles to go! Hee hee, haha, ho ho..."
I can so see him skipping about and singing that. XD

Oh, hey, Newman? My computer swallowed one of your blank CD's. And yes, i mean what i mean when i say that my computer swallowed a CD.
Sorry 'bout that. Did you know there's 322 Michael Newman's in the US? I searched it to see if it was safe to use your whole name on my blog. Apparently yes.
But there's only three Kristina ______ in the US. So i'm not gonna use your whole name. There aren't any Stephany ______ in America. Apparently i'm not regestered. But there are 72 Stephany's in Colorado. Spelled with a 'Y'.

Has anyone else noticed that me and my friends (Newman, Kristina, and Ruby) are really loud with their typing? Like we use THE BIG LETTERS and the bold letters and the BIG AND BOLD LETTERS. And we say the randomest things.

Ya know?

Anyway, 10-4, over and out.

(Oh, and hey, Read the post before this and COMMENT ON IT!!!)

I AM NOT A FAX MACHINE!!

Now, see, this doesn't work. I can totally see Michael cracking up about this, so just SHUT UP.

Kristina really wants me to write. She doesn't understand that writing takes thinking, and you don't always have the time to think, or write. Or both.
I can't just write, and write, and write, and write. I am not a book. And, no, Kristina, i'm sorry. You can't read me.

Okay, so now we're clear on this?

Okay?

Okay.

Skillet-skillet-ee-DOO!!

I posted on my writing blog again, so, like, ¡andalé! ¡andalé! ¡Arrrrrrrriba!!!

Guh-splotch

Kristina got paint on my arm

Okay, so i convinced our art teacher to move Kristina where Daniel sat, Daniel where Kristina sat, and switched the person sitting next to me to swap spots so i sat where she did, and she sat where i did. Then Kristina and I talked all class period and she got paint on my arm. And then we told Michael he had paint on his face because he asked if he did. NOT a good idea on his part.

I HATE SCHOOL!! optimism...*inhales, exhales*

I got on a weird team. I'm on the Mountaineers and, um, it's maybe a little weird?? Dude, i mean my science teacher's making us do Survivor Science. ???. Yeah, weird? And we have 'L' points? What's the flip with that? And i had to color a picture for science with a key that made it look like a blind person designed it (no offence, Iggy)
Then we do this thing in math, Magic Gopher??? "Oh, it's okay if you don't get it." I GET IT!!! I WANT OUT OF IT!!! I DON'T EVEN HAVE THE RIGHT BUS ROUTE ASSIGNED!!! GGGGGGGGAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHH...!!!!
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Sorry. I'm such a pessimist. I get ahead of myself. So I'll flatter you all with optimism.
*calm...* deeeeep breath *inhales* *exhales*
God made the trees, the lovely trees. He made the grass, so lush and green. He made the spider i found so fantastically creepy this morning in the kitchen at 5:45. The one my dog helped me kill. It was so wonderful. I went to my school, my lovely school. I am so blessed to be among the world's fortunate.
I love my life. I would never, ever want to go to school aaaanywhere else. I love where i live now. It's so peaceful.

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*bursts out laughing*

Augh. Mud.

Today it rained.

I went to school and it rained. I invited Kristina over and it rained. We rode the four-wheeler and it rained. We jumped on the tramp and it rained. We played in the hay in Boaz's cage and it rained. She went home and it rained. I frosted cup-cakes and it rained. I watched the Olympics and it rained. It got dark and it rained. I took Boaz for a walk and it had stopped.

AND THERE WAS MUD!!!

aaaaugh it's too early for school.

*got up at 5:30*

IT'S TOO EARLzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz!

Gaaah!!

We're moving on Monday!! Gaaah!!!

*runs down the hall screaming*

Hey, Ruby's here. Say 'hi', Ruby:

hi

There you go.

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Dude, i can't believe just i did that.

This morning, i was combing my hair, right? And it really poofy and anoying, so i was going to streighten it. Kristen left the iron on the counter, and to see if it was on, i touched the hot part.
Oh my flippin gosh, how did i summon up the stupidity to do that? Kristen just looks at me and is like, "Did you seriously just do that?"
Um...yeah. i did.

Well, that's ironic.