What? Tomorrow's Friday

We are not dead. 

I repeat: we are not dead. 

Check out the twitter: www.twitter.com/tomorrowsfriday

Meet the newest W?TF-er: Siska. 

Here I am...

In English Class sitting next to a TRAITOR. We made the coolest video EVER in Broadcast Journalism. It was for a movie trailer and we shot it AT MY HOUSE with MY MOMS COOKIES and all I wanted in return was the credits to say: 'In association with What Tomorrow's Friday Productions" and apparently it "didn't fit" how can it NOT FIT?! It's a freakin movie trailor that's like exactly what's in a trailer!

Anyway the blasphemer is gone. He is forever blocked and deleted from W?TF.

And then there are two across from me discussing the various Disney movies with subliminal messages and let me tell you that I am bored out of my freaking mind and I want to go home.

Two more hours and they are the most boring classes

Geometry.

Biology.

I want cookies.

If only I didn't let the devil eat my mom's cookies than I could have some when I got home.

I found a tick on me this weekend.

I didn't even go outside! It's The Fish's fault.

BUT I would like to say that I picked him off without screaming!

I was proud. Very, very proud of myself.

I think I shall end this blog now.

Goodnight and goodbye, I'll see you in the asylum.

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Before I start I just have to say now our categories are IIIP

iiip?! Alaina totally massacred the entire existence of W?TF!

And aren't potpourri and irrelevant the same thing except irrelevant

actually begins with an 'I'. But I will forgive her because potpourri is a cool word.

It's got pot in it!

I am surprisingly in a good mood today.

I think it's because I've been having this really heated debate with this kid from school about gay marriage. He will remain nameless for the sake of anonymity. But I'm pretty sure that I won the debate because he just kind of gave up in the middle calling me rude.

He can say whatever the heck he wants, but once I voice an opposing opinion then I'm out of line, a bitch and rude. I really think he needs to develop his own thoughts and not just steal from the church.

I'm not opening this up for conversation 'cause that would be hell (no pun intended). I only wanted to convey my day and why I'm in such a good mood. Something tells me that if I don't explain the situation to someone then it'll stew inside of me and I'll eventually get mad about. This way I'm not bottling up my emotions which my therapist says is bad, haha.

I'm kidding. I haven't seen my therapist in a long time.

Okay, so we got Twins tickets at the new Target Field and holy crapola they were alot of money. More than my life's worth.

That is a bad analogy because two dollars would be my life's worth....

They were more than...Sisky Buisness' life's worth.

That's a lot.

Signing off,

Captain McDoodleston

(That's my star trek alias)

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          I know, I know, I gotta make this quick because I'm missing Idol right now.

          So, I didn't make a new category and totally kill our slogan. That would be so disappointing.  I'm better than that.  Here at What Tomorrow's Friday, we crush all rebellion.  Like cockroach.

          Which reminds me of when Haley brought me to the fancy-shmancy Chanhassan Dinner Theatre last Thursday to go see Footloose, and she ordered spaghetti, and our Italian waiter guy didn't take her plate away 'cause she barely ate any of it.  Haha!  Haley, next time eat yo meatballs:)

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As you can see, W?TF has a new look.

And you damn well better appreciate it because I spent five hours staring at the LAMEST templates in the whole world trying to pick this one out.

Along with this cool new layout, there is also this swell new application that lets you talk to people. So you should log on and check it out.

And then tell your friends about how cool our blog is.

And someone get ahold of Patrick and give him my number.

H

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A simple request from a person that I'm going to set on fire:

His last wish...

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And someone tell Alaina to catagorize her previous blogs.

Last night, I still had all this excitement to go churn out some good homestyle blog material.  I got home, ran joyously to the office, but unfortunately, due to situations beyond my control, was unable to log on.  It may be debated wether or not the situations were enirely out of my control, some have speculated that I was, in fact, merely muy muy perezosa.  But I assure you, dear readers, I was muy muy motivada.  Kind of.

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So Taylor is killing time by blogging on her oh so schizz and babbling blog, and Haley is absolutely murderous because it's been eons since I considered pulling up this dusty plaid piece of cyberspace.  So now I'm as motivated as I ever have been to type something.  Too bad the bell just rang.

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          W?TF,

          I am blogging from a location deep within the heart of the midwest. I am happy to report that I escaped juvie, I've learned never to underestimate the power of plastic eating utensils. However....I'm now "on the run" as it were. I can't tell you much except that I hopped the border. I won't tell you which though. I'm risking my life blogging to you right now, but you devoted followers deserve to know what's going on.

           They'll never find me. I've printed a false passport and birth certificate with a new name and birthdate. It took me a while to find a guy to print them off for me, but I did what I had to. They demanded a high price (I'm sorry Alaina, but I sold you) but I will not let The Man get me!

           Of course this whole hiding out-fake name business will only last until the government recognizes their mistake and apologizes for locking me up for a crime I did not commit. Then I will be able to show my face again. Don't worry, this should only take 10-12 years, because the government never realizes what they did was wrong until way after the fact...but I'm somewhat confident things will work themselves out in the end...maybe.

            Don't worry, my current situation will not hinder our loverly blogging abilities.

            I'm afraid I must now leave, I cannot risk staying online for too long. It's only a matter of time until the trail leads them to this website and you patrons.

            Remember...if they bring you in for quesitoning. You've never heard of me. Alaina's blogging partner in crime is El Guario Lopez.  Not Haley.

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RIDICULOUS (in a bad way)

RIDICULOUS (in a good way)

"...The school, long a favorite of Washington's leading families, is no stranger to presidential children. But in the months since Barack and Michelle Obama decided to send their daughters there, Sidwell has been pulled into the spotlight of a distinctly 21st-century culture -- one that is increasingly celebrity-obsessed and often shockingly unmannered.

          Educators and others at Sidwell have portrayed this as what their most famous parent might call a "teachable moment."

          When five anti-Obama, anti-gay protesters appeared in front of the school's Wisconsin Avenue NW entrance Monday morning, they were met by 150 Sidwell students waving signs ranging from "There is that of God in Everyone" to "I Kissed a Girl and I Liked It."

           "I guess they think they can influence what we think because we're young and vulnerable," said Daniel Edminster, a Sidwell junior. "They can't.""

http://www.washingtonpost.com/wp-dyn/content/article/2009/11/11/AR2009111126806.html?g=0

          I'm sorry to say that Haley has been sent to juvie awaiting a court appointment for November the 13th, 2009.  The details of the case have been withheld; However, insiders have heard rumors passed down by the accused's distant relatives that the crime involves a bat costume, a trespass of resdential property, and a handful of sugary sweets.

          The accusing family has been said to be weighed down recently by an unjust amount of dental fees, and have sued the one they feel is responsible for this debt.

          I understand that she will be blogging on location at her juvenile confinement; stay tuned for the update.  In the meantime, I will be coloring my hair and cosmetically altering my appearance in order to gear up for an illegal bit of jury duty.

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          At any moment there shall be little kids ringing on the doorbell. The duty that had been appointed to me is passing out candy. Normally Halloween is a plesant, happy holiday where children are able to frolic in the streets giggling and collecting many sugary treasures...but not for me.

          Tonight, I'm worried about getting sued. Why, you ask.? Because, from the direction this world is going, I'm going to be sued because I gave these innocent children candy.

           But, Haley....Why would you get sued?

           Because, candy leads to cavities and I'm going to be to blame because I've corrupted the teeth of the next generation.

           You think I'm exaggerating.

           Watch. The next blog will be Alaina explaining to you that I've been thrown into Juvie.

    So long, dear W?TF readers. The 18 of you.

Visiting hours are 1-3 on Saturdays.

Stop by.

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Right so I'm gonna type this up nice and cute and be outta here in a flash of blogger-shaped lightning.

Good evening, MONDAY.

You suck.  The unseasonable snow I can handle, but not this 1/7 of the week. It's a real lame-o.

And since half of our school is infected with influenza-like symptoms, why don't they just give us the week off?

Or at least specify what this 'influenza-like illness' that's going around is.  If it's 'like' the flu, it obviously isn't 100% flu, so...

What is it?  A bad cold?

I think it deserves a name, it's affecting more people than this patsy Swine Flu could ever dream of.

H1N1 was all hype.  It's the Unknown I.L.I you need to watch out for.

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          I do believe Miss Alaina was mistaken. Our web-page layout is not red it  is in fact burgundy-ish. So I will get right on that and see if I can't find a more...enthralling layout. And I'm just wondering...which part of the dialogue was I in the previous blog? Because I had every intention of blogging...but then...I didn't want to.

          I've been sick, you see.

          It's not swine flu.

          And besides why even get into specific sub-genres? Sick is sick. I have an ailment. Why does it matter what kind? Tylenol will make the pain go away despite the illness.

                                                                  The Magic Of Drugs.

           I need a protractor.

             I missed a whole week of school.

I am SO bored.

                                          In case you were wondering.

                                                                       I'm making this blog more interesting by S P A C I N G it F U N N Y.

         I think I'll share a picture with you now.

I painted that myself.

On PAINT...

I've just bamboozled your mind.

With my mad Paint Skills.

It's a palm tree. With Coconuts. Four coconuts.

I am S O Bored.

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It's just... red.  And the funny looking "ripped paper" effect that goes behind the text windows?  Good lord is that interesting.  Sure our blog is irrelevant, but should the layout be updated?  Yep.  Do me and Haley know how to change the website from the crappy default layout to a better one?  No ma'am.

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So what happened to this-- "I'm gonna blog tomorrow."

"Hey, me too!"

"Maybe we'll blog at the same time."

"Yeah!"

"Maybe."

...Silence...

"...Yeah, but not if I blog first..."

"What do you mean 'not if I blog first'?"

"Exactly as it sounds.  How much do you wanna bet-"

"Waitwaitwait.  Are you challenging me?"

"No I'm just saying that the chances of-"

"You are challenging me!"

"NO I AM NOT!  IF YOU'D JUST-"

"Well I CHALLENGE YOU TOO!  You'll see!  I'll blog first and you'll-"

"Oh my god I'm not challenging anyth-"

"I will dominate and blog first and win and you-"

"Fine!  Fine!  Blog first!  It's fine with me if I blog second I could honestly care less."

"I will!"

"Fine."

"Fine!"

Silence...--thing?

Tsk tsk tsk.  Both of us were full of LIES!

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You may all [you being our make-believe viewers] be pleased to know that the skunk problem is no longer a, uh, problem.  If that sounds right.  It's not.  The skunks have all died.

Yeah I have absolutely nothing to type about.

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If you can't read that sharply captured picture there above, my iPod is whining that I need to "Use iTunes to restore."

[I also apologize for having a phone that takes pictures unsuitable for the human eye.  If it makes you feel any better, it also restarts itself everytime I get a text.]

I think this is Apple's way of saying, "The minis have been decimated and we are closing in on the first generation nanos.  Your lousy second generation is NEXT-

...Please save your money accordingly."

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          Although I'm sure you've heard it many a time before, and you read it every time you visit this web-sighting...I am obligated to say:

                                                      WHAT?! TOMORROWS FRIDAY!?

[Bold, Italic, Underline- You know it's important]

          Alright, now that that is said and done onto more important matters.

          Let me tell you I should be indicted into the W?TF Hall Of Fame for misspelling the name of my own website a ridiculous amount of times. Let me explain.

           I started out by typing:

whattomoorowsfriday.webs.com

ARG

           Then I do believe it was:

whatttomorrowsfriday.webs.com

ARG

           Followed closely by:

whattomorrrrowsfrriday.webs.com

ARG

           After came:

whattomorrowsfrudye.webs.com

[Don't ask me how that came about]

ARG

          Then came my personal favorite:

whattomorrowsfriday.woobs.com

ARG

          And then I began to get frustrated:

WHATTOMORROWSFRIDAY>WEB>COM

          [The problem with that one, was although everything is spelled correctly, I forgot to unpress the 'shift' key

while pressing the (>.) button. Thus creating the loud '>']

ARGGG

          I will forever stare at my fingers while typing. Sorry, second grade keyboarding class. You have never helped. You were just a useless waste of time. An annoying class, that was just out of the way. Everyone was always agitated when you made us put those stupid cardboard-cut outs over the key board so you couldn't see the keys. Everyone hated you. You will never be respected.

ARG

          I think that if I had the ability to dance. I still wouldn't.

ARG

         We have skunks. I know this was mentioned in the previous blog, but it's a horrid situation to be in. I mean every morning, just potent skunk wafting through the air, like it owns the whole freaking atmosphere. Who is allowing this?!

ARG

          I think it's those damn Wisconsin people. They're up to no good. This is all a plan to weaken our defenses and steal our livestock [the milk producing cows, mind you. Not the beef cows] and use them for their own cheese-hording agendas.

I will not allow this.

ARG

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I'd like to say I've been constantly checking here, actually- I'd probably go as far as to say a borderline W?TF stalker ghosty person- but I wouldn't fool anyone.

Haley, Miss Web Design has created a new tab on the menu bar called the Hall of Fame.  She's also done all the other visually pleasing graphics throughout this site, including the homepage filler art, and the banner picture to the left.  If I tried any of this, [not only] my [but also your] computer would probably crack along the screen and spout purple goo.  Second thought, LET'S TRY IT!

I could, I mean I was planning on somehow typing about how the mosquitos are real bad and that you can smack 'em as many times as you want but they still fly away like the Holy Creator himself sent out this impenetrable shield over them because 'they are creatures like you and me' and 'they shouldn't have to deal with the stereotype of being perhaps the most annoying insect ever' and don't even get me started about when all you wanna do is sleep and all of a sudden you hear this ...'eeeeEeEeEEEEE!" coming from above your ear like your being ambushed by a mob of whining kindergarteners and-

...

Uh, wait.. What was I...?  Oh, right-

BUT WHY DO THAT when I can just add some legit looking artsy pieces to my post?  I dunno why I even considered typing about mosquitos in my blog.

Mosquitos, Alaina? Seriously? Mosquitos!?

It's visual.

It's stunning.

And it's not too irrelevant.

Success. [?]

P.S. Also, has our town suddenly been posessed by an exceptionally dense colony of skunks, because everywhere I drive I smell a member. Yuckyuckyuckyuck.  Where are the roadkill shovelermen?  What do we pay them for?!

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          I must apologize on behalf of my cohort. She seems to be far too busy to pay us any mind. So, in her place I shall blog. Although, no one really cares, because no one reads this...not even those on the W?TF  Facebook group. How ridiculous is that?!

          I digress.

          I am here. And this shall be my blog.

          This afternoon, I was mixing myself a delicious cup of chocolate milk when a fly decided he would fly in the kitchen and buzz around. Not a real big deal. But we soon became friends and I named him Jean Paul (With French Accent). Yep, I made friends with a French Fly.

           If that didn't make you laugh then you're a soulless kill-joy. That's a true story though...that actually happened.

           You may be asking yourself why certain words are a different color. It's to make this blog pizzaz-y.

And that isn't pizza-zy. Get it straight. I mean, really, pizza-zy isn't even a word while pizzaz-y...isn't either. So all in all we're just non-existent adjectives.

           Deep, Haley, deep.

But now with this color-coded word blog, I have invented a new game.

Watch. Watch.

"Friends shall kill-joy."

OR

"Jean Paul  shall cohort soulless French Fly."

          Okay, maybe that last one didn't make sense, but it's still funny. So insanely funny that maybe we'll put it on a T-Shirt or a cupcake. Although, if we do begin manufacturing baking cupcakes, we cannot guarantee they will be delivered fresh, or edible for that matter. If you order a cupcake, that's your own problem. It's like when you see a sign at the beach "SWIM AT YOUR OWN RISK". Yeah, that's what it's like ordering a W?TF cupcake. We will not be held responsible for any ailment...or any negative effect that said cupcakes might have on the consumer. They're mostly for decoration anyway.

            Show-Muffins. As it were.

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