What? Tomorrow's Friday

I really need to be sedated. Very similar (But not quite the same) to the Ramones.

I'm so freaking tired.

I've done nothing at all today.

I'm bored.

My head hurts.

I feel like crap.

I'm sick of chicken fingers.

I still have homework to do.

Algebra.

Simplifying radical expressions.

WHEN AM I GOING TO NEED THAT?!

I mean really!

Freaking Algebra.

My head is throbbing.

I need some coffee.

That's all I really want.

Besides Patrick Stump.

Coffee.

Patrick.

My life will be complete.

I hate myself right now for being a whiny baby.

But, my dear W?TF, you are the only one who understands.

Freaking radical expressions.

AND

I have art homework.

FREAKING ART HOMEWORK!?!

Who-who in the EF gives ART HOMEWORK?!!

Man....all those caps were alot of work.

Never again.

Coffee.

Patrick.

Radical Expressions?!

I'm going crazy.

No. I'm a long way past crazy.

I need a straight jacket.

And a rubber duck in a padded cell.

I just want to watch an episode of Spongebob.

Is that so much to freaking ask?

Spongebob.

Art homework?!

Headaches.

The Ramones.

I think I'm going to puke.

...

No it's just the chicken fingers.

I'm so tired.

I can't sleep.

One freaking episode of Spongebob.

Insanity is my sanctity.

I freaking own that line.

Never again.

No chicken fingers for me.

Turkey?

Yes.

Ham?

Yes.

Chicken  soup?

Yes.

Chicken fingers?

NO!

I caps-ed again.

Sorry.

I just want to sleep.

No.

I don't.

Well...yes, I do. But I can't.

Mr. Oogey Boogey is under my bed.

The Nightmare Before Christmas?

Oh, Jack.

I should really end this with something clever....

....

Jazz Hands.

         I was a tad too optimistic when I said I'll try to blog when in Florida.  I apologize, dear blog readers, for any disappointment my non-bloggy self may have caused.

         So, here's my trip in a nutshell.  A rather babbly and unorganized one at that...

• Outrageously early plane ride, hot chocolate with stir-sticks leftover from Valentine's Day that I would've kept, but I dropped it on the ground.  Frequent Traveler rule number 1: NEVER keep anything dropped on the floor of the plane.  Five second rule is exempt.
• Got 'buh-bye'd by the flight attendants like David Spade's SNL skit
• Got Helen the Toyota Sienna; learned the way of the flipping backseat, and learned it well.
• Ate out at Checker's [literally outdoors; no seating inside]
• Witnessed a crime at the Dunkin' Donuts next door [things went down, police lines, helicopters, the works] Note:  I made this video on our camera when we left and my whole family was freaking out, was gong to post it on here, but my dad might have deleted it...I'll double check the memory card.
• Searched for The Benjamin, found the Benjamin, was swimming in the pool ten seconds after arriving at the Benjamin, etc.
• Put up British flag over creepy painting in my [and Paige's] room.
• Sara came over; Party ensued.
• Watched Twilight again to my dad's dismay.
• Disney-parked it like it was 2009
• Got tired
• Befriended the Cleaner/Let-Me-Take-Your-Plate Guy at CiCi's whilst suffering sleep deprivation.  Possibly creeped him out.
• Got stuck on Splash Mountain.  Oldest creekiest, dustiest ride ever.  Second eeriest, however, to the "It's A Small World" Ride.  Too many animatronics robots, too many looping renditions of that blasted song.
• Got sad, caught a lizard thing.
• Got on a plane; more hot chocolate.
• Came home.  Murph/Trixie/Hammy the Hamster died.  Sniff.

          Yeah.  That's not a nutshell.  Oh well.

     Miscellaneous business I haven't yet covered:

          -There's a new TAITV up!  Take that, WMG!  BAM!  Carden got a haircut, Butcher nixed the beard, etc.etc.

          -Track season is dragging along.  Long meets, yellow uniforms.  Lots of running.  Soccer practice after.

          -Summer is coming... someday?

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Boredom.

That is the force which drives me to blog for you this evening.

Or early morning.

Now, I would like to explain:

It's Midnight here.

I'm bored.

I'm completely awake.

And I'm going crazy.

So, after a session of talking to myself I decided that I would rather type to myself instead.

There is no school tomorrow.

Which will make me infinitely happy (....Okay I'm not even going to BS you.)

It might make me happy when I wake up and 1 o'Clock tomorrow afternoon.

But it will be worth it.

I hope.

I have nothing to do...and nothing to say.

Today, I went for a walk.

Only...five minutes maybe.

2 ticks on me.

EW.

I hate ticks.

Even more than I hate ants (blech).

Okay right now I would just like to take a line or two to justify my fear of these disgusting insects.

1. Ants(blech) are Icky.
2. They have little tiny legs and feelers.
3. They get into your food.
4. You can't see them when they get into things.
5. They can crawl everywhere.
6. They can crawl everywhere.
7. They can crawl everywhere.

I hate ants(blech).

I hate ticks.

Wow, I might as well just make up a list of all the things I hate.

• Ants (blech)
• Ticks
• Easy Mac
• Markers
• Crayons
• Unicycles
• Clowns
• Toes

Now, I could explain these things with multiple clever little anecdotes but I'll spare you.

I would just like to say that there is always a reason.

I never go around hating things without just cause.

Most of the time.

Well....

I think that about sums it up for tonight's broadcast.

I've created two lists for you to peruse and explained some of the inner workings of my brain, what with revealing to you my secret hatred of ants (blech).

All in all?

A successful post.

Farewell.

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          So, I'm going to blog.

Here I am. Blogging. Out of boredom...and partially guilt because I haven't touched this blog in about...three weeks. So let me give you a little recap.

• I went to Mexico
• I came back from Mexico
• I got sick
• I stayed home
• I went to school and was bombarded
• I spent many a night trying to catch up on homework
• I caught up
• Alaina came over to my house
• Alaina left my house
• I watched TAI T.V
• I blogged

Intense right?  Since I really have nothing to say I think I'll share some pictures of my exciting trip across the border.

A welcoming sign as we drive to our hotel from the airport.

An actual "booze cabinet" in our room. Another welcoming sign.

....Yeah that's pretty much my Mexican experience.

Santi.

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          You know how I told you guys how I'm going to Florida on Tuesday?  For good weather and Mickey Mouse and what have you?  Well, I got a little curious, and do you have any idea how many deaths have resulted from Disney World?!  Six visitors and one employee, most of them by human error.  And they aren't little pansy deaths either; they're all really quite gruesome.

          Want the link?  Too bad, here it is.

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Incidents_at_Disney_parks

          I'm kind of scared for my life right now.

          In other news, I got Jonas Brothers tickets.  SCORE!  It only took me two hours to find decent seats, and I started refreshing the page five minutes before they went on sale.  Ticketmaster should be shot dead, I'm not even joking.  The same seats I got for their tour last year cost three times as much this time around [87 just for the ticket, convenience charge is another story].

          And their last tour only used half the arena.  This time it's the whole thing.  Eesh.  For all you math enthusiasts, that is two times amount of screaming girls.  And with the mob effect, I'm guessing a lot more tears and just overall madness.

          Another thing I'm really excited about is our basement getting finished, finally.  It took us ten years of dormancy, but we've reached Step 2 recently, which is drywall.  For the sake of our family's sanity, my dad decided to hire someone else to do it, which brings the projected duration down drastically.  Instead of months we could be looking at a few weeks.  If you don't believe me, you should see my dad tooling around with the guy's stilts right now.

          He's going to fall, I know it.  I'm not exactly the world's most balanced person, and we're directly related.

Oh, genetics.

          Anyway, I should probably pack... and do other, more relevant things...

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          Last day of the quarter.  HURRAH!  On account of Spring Break, I won't have to get up outrageously early tomorrow.  I won't have to catch a bus.  I won't have to put on socks and shoes in under ten seconds because I'm about to miss the bus.  NO.  I will wake up tomorrow after 10, take five plus hours to get ready and I won't put any socks on!  I don't even like socks!

          Better yet, I get to leave the state in a couple days and chill in Florida.  They have beaches, I hear.  My family and my good mate Paige are going up there [correction: down there] on Tuesday morning, and I haven't even the faintest idea what to pack.  Thank god I comprised a list when I was eight of all the necessities I'd need on vacations like these.  They go as follows:

1. Camera
2. Toothbrush
3. Socks  [I've established that I'm through with these]
4. Dollar Bll(s)
5. Plane Ticket

          I was one smart kid.  But now in my old age I realize I might have forgotten a few items...

1. British Flag
2. Joe Jonas sunglasses
3. Notebook [For heated games of Hangman and Tic Tac Toe, duh...]
4. Snakes on a Plane DVD [just to screw with people]
5. Ponytails

          Excellent.  Sara is meeting us there with her family, so this trip is going to be absolutely Coco Bongos.

          [And to Haley:  Sorry, man.  I completely understand your OCD tendencies.  Your notebook was safe on the top shelf of my locker the whole night, right side up, unbothered by textbooks and folders alike.  Santi.]

          So, yeah.  Everyone have an outrageous Spring Break, [and by outrageous, I mean crazy cool, not horrible and full of rage like last year's snowy upset...], and possibly comment on those dusty login boxes you see somewhere below on this page?  It's free.  It won't cause you any economic losses, you have my word.

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          I am ranting to inform you about a horrible act of.....horribleness.

Alaina, my own friend, has stolen something very dear to me. My notebook.

          Now...I understand that it seems minuscule to you, the readers of this fine blog, but let me tell you in my world my notebooks are all I have and I need them to survive.....Ya see, I have a system and although it may be a little OCD I stick to it as if my life depends on it:

          Okay, now I have seven different colored pens.

Green, Purple, Pink, Orange, Blue, Red, and Black.

          There are exactly seven colors because there are seven days in the week. You understand where I'm going with this? SO I have seven pens and everyday I write something in my notebook, it doesn't matter if I have anything to write or not, I have to put something down, otherwise it throws the whole system outta whack.

          Seven pens.

This way I can easily tell for how long I have been writing. I can measure in weeks. This is very important because I like to know the time-span for these sort of things, how long they live and what-have-you. You viddy?

          If I do not get my notebook today, all of my loooooong obsessive system will be for not. Dig?

And this is why there is a mutiny among us. Although she didn't mean to steal my notebook it does not erase the damage that this episode has had on my very unstable psyche.

          I now bid you adieu and a good 'morrow, for now I am off to start crying because everything I've worked for has now been trampled over by the giant elephant stampede of fate.

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          Up until now I have been shunning our blog because its mood swinginess.  I typed the longest freakin' novel into this cute little box, and it rewarded my efforts with deletion and automatic logoutosity.  I was banished from my own corner of cyberspace like a poked and hated chinchilla.  Well, I am back, and I'm going to SAVE THIS to the Word just in case webs.com decides to repeat its bout of unfairness.  I AM SPARTA!

          So, recap time.  Saturday [today] was pretty good.  Me n' Haley went up to St. Cloud, and shopped.  We got pretzels that were buttered and salted by the gods.  According to Haley, 'Patrick Stump in Pretzel form." After we successfully downed a large one of those, we then trekked to the Pet Store where the Chinchillas awaited us. There were puppies, too. No kitties, though.  We calmy watched them [the Chinchillas] sleep.  A little girl just kind of materialized right by us, and curiously poked one through the cage.  It jumped up and attacked her finger. Funniest part of the day.  Then after some uneventful scouring, we ate at the Famous Wok.  Delicious also.  We don't really go up to St. Cloud to shop, it's actually more for the food.  All in all, it was a good trip, better than when we went to the Mall of America and I mistook a painting of Kurt Cobain for Jesus. ("Hey, that's a painting of Jesus!" "No Alaina, that's Kurt Cobain..."  "NO!  IT'S JESUS!")

          Afterwards, we went and saw Watchmen.  Horrible.  Long, disgusting, and lame.  Although, I did like purple.  The color and the character with that color suit.

          So three hours later, I blog.

Good afternoon my friends.

          So, Friday was two days ago and neither Alaina nor I updated and it's because Alaina had typed one up and then I did something and it got deleted and we were too lazy to re-type it and we wanted to watch Horton Hears A Who. (Excellent movie, I strongly recommend it.)

          Yeah, it's Sunday now and tomorrow is Monday....how disgusting.

It doesn't just suck that I have to go to school, it sucks that I have to get up waaaaay earlier so I can go to a doctors appointment at the U. So we have to be out of the house at 6:30....a.m. But that means I don't have to go back to school until, about, noon.  Which means that I really only have two classes that I am going to attend. A bittersweet moment.

           Blech. 

BUT I MEAN HONESTLY!! 6:30?! That means I have to get up at....well....a normal person would probably get up at 5:30 but I'M going to get up at.....6:25. I don't know if I'm going to survive.

         Wish me luck.

 ~|~

          Is missing labels.  Some letters have been wethered down and you can't tell which is which anymore.  Paige!  Fix your keyboard!  So, my parent's are currently in the shop at Paige's having a "Beach Party".  In February.  Decked out in shorts and sunglasses, the works.

          Yay, you guys all get a recap of my weekend now!  Suckers.

          On Saturday, I got up at the crack of 10, and was promptly whisked away to the farm- [Yes, Everyone, THE FAAAAARM!] -and cleaned all day.  Dusting, vaccuming, and [gag] cleaning out the fridge.  For that, I had a method:  First, wipe off the thickest layer with a rag and then scrub the thinner layer underneath.  My only entertainment was juggling with a Bender Ball that the people had left at the house.  My mom tackled the downstairs.  She wore one of those surgical masks because the basement really was that bad.

          Sunday...  Is now.  I'm at Paige's.  See you all tomorrow.  Eh, crazy weekends of mine!

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Yesterday was Friday.

Neither Alaina or I blogged. I was going to, and then I didn't. I didn't have anything to say. And I still don't.

So I will just babble...If I have a subject to babble about.

Since I can't for the life of me think of anything to say, I'm going to share a conversation with you between Alaina and I from our youth.

Haley.(Heroin). says:

 ALAINA!

Alaina... Who else? says:

HAYLEYYYYY!

Haley.(Heroin). says:  

OH HOW I'VE MISSED YOU!

Alaina... Who else? says:

I SAY THE SAME, MY LOVE!

Alaina... Who else? says:  

It has been but years since we last met.

Haley.(Heroin). says:

oh yes, and what long years they were...

Alaina... Who else? says:  

Dreadful, filled with locusts and never ending winters.

Haley.(Heroin). says:

And of course there was the famine

Alaina... Who else? says:  

Killed my tobacco AND corn crop.

Alaina... Who else? says:

That was a hard summer.

Haley.(Heroin). says:  

you poor dear

Alaina... Who else? says:

Yes, the wife and kids...

Alaina... Who else? says:

 well

Alaina... Who else? says:

I ate them.

Haley.(Heroin). says:  

oh...oh my

Alaina... Who else? says:

All except baby Moses.

Alaina... Who else? says:

 He's knee-high to a grasshopper now, and has his mother's eyes.

Haley.(Heroin). says:

ah, how utterly adorable.

Alaina... Who else? says: 

Yes, got him a dog last weekend.

Haley.(Heroin). says:

oh! And how does he like that?

Alaina... Who else? says:  

Well, he named him and I haven't seen either of them in... a week.

Alaina... Who else? says:

Moses and Joseph are probably in Mississippi by now, livin' off the land.

Haley.(Heroin). says:  

They grow up so fast

Alaina... Who else? says:

Catchin' the buffaloes and using all their parts 'n stuff.

Haley.(Heroin). says:

 'Twould be a shame to waste

Alaina... Who else? says:

They are like regular savages.

Alaina... Who else? says:

I would think anyway.

Haley.(Heroin). says:

Well we can't know for sure...but other than that it's good to know you are faring well

Alaina... Who else? says: 

 Why yes, thank you.  My dearest appreciation.  And you, how are you..faring?

Haley.(Heroin). says:  

Well all is good. Matilda turned nine last week you know. She was immedietly wedded to Jebadiah and they took a wagon and went off to start a family, happy days. But the coyotes are back....

Alaina... Who else? says:

Dang them to heck.  Matilda is wed?  The ages are getting older and older for today's generation.  Why, when I was a young [cave]man, I was betrothed at 5.

Alaina... Who else? says:  

And a half.

Haley.(Heroin). says:

I know, the times are a changin'. but those coyotes! they stole four of our head cattle and half of the chicken coop! Dreadful animals really...

Alaina... Who else? says:  

Rope 'em and shoot 'em down!

Alaina... Who else? says:

If I remember well, you were quite a rowdy wrangler back in the day.

Haley.(Heroin). says:  

oh! you do flatter me so! But alas, things have changed...i'm not as nimble as I once was....Ask my spouse...

Alaina... Who else?

 Terrible news!  How old is your youngest yet?

Haley.(Heroin). says:  

Just turned two! And he's already learned how to plow the fields and milk the chickens....a difficult task you know...chickens do not much like to be milked

(We must've been having an off day.)

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          This morning I woke up at 11:46.

Not unusual. I get up; I go downstairs; I question how old the coffee sitting in the pot is; I drink some anyway; I sit for, oh, I don't know five minutes and then I go back up to my room and then staring me in the face is my backpack.

          Then it dawns on me, I have an large project to finish. And to make it worse it's Geography. I dislike geography even more than I dislike math. I have to make five maps. Five different maps. FIVE! All over a country of my choosing. WHO NEEDS FIVE MAPS?!

          That's more information than I wanted to ever learn about any country, including my own! So, it's now five-thirty and I just finished my project about 20 minutes ago. 15, something like that.  I was just chilling here thinking about how awesome my project is (even though I didn't want to do it, I made it pretty sweet) and then I look down at my hand (that's where I write all of my assignments) and I see that it says Map Project: Due 12-24! THATS FEBRUARY TWENTY-FOURTH! That's over a week away! I didn't have to spend four hours straight working on these demon maps.

          But on the plus side, now I don't have to worry about it anymore.

It just happens to be Valentines day. And I just spent the whole day working on a project that wasn't due. But I just need to let it go and find some friends who are as pathetic as me (my friends now are WAY to cool for me) and celebrate holidays at home on the couch. I think I'll watch a movie. I have Harry Potter and Snakes on a Plane. It's a no brainer.

"Great, snakes on crack."

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Santi.

          I put a Hello Kitty Band-Aid on today, because I'm a weenie and my finger hurt.  Would a Band-Aid help?  No.  How about a Hello Kitty Band-Aid?  Most definately.  Anyway, I saw the same exact one on the Paul Blart:  Mall Cop commercial.  Same print and everything.  Whoa, FAMOUS BAND-AID!

          Continuing on, I've watched a bunch of That 70's Show tonight, because there was no DVR'd Lie to Me.  Apparently it's on every other Wednesday.  Bully.  I had no idea that after half the cast left the show, the other half actually stayed?!   That's outrageous!  With Ashton Kutcher and Topher Grace gone, the show sucks.

          I have a game at 7 in the morning Sunday.  Ouch.  Actually, I have to be at Ralia at 6:30, so we probably have to leave at 6, which means I have to get up at... 5?  Double ouch.

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          So, here I sit...in my room: not studying for my "Map Test of Africa; Phase Two."

Instead, I have my stereo up so loud that it's shaking listening to Folie à Deux and blogging. You might be thinking 'Haley why do you have your stereo up so loud, if you have a headache?" But chances are you aren't thinking that because you had no idea of the pounding ache that has bombarded my brain. Regardless, I have an answer for you:

           I'm insane.

...

Plus I've taken two Midol in the hopes that it will quell my pain.

          Now, onto more important matters.

I'm not sure I have more important matters, actually. I'm really just procrastinating...

OH! I thought of something.

My parents and their friends have decided to join a bowling league. This is horrifying, not only because they're bowling at the alley in town, where people I know go, but also because they are always the most vocal in the place. Although the plus side to this is a whole Friday night where they aren't home, the negative effects are much more traumatizing. So, I have come up with a few solutions:

• Burn down the bowling alley (Not one of the most well laid plans but I have to keep all of my options open.)
• Hide bowling shoes (or feed them to sharks...although, where I'm going to find a shark in Minnesota without breaking into the Como Zoo, I don't know. Possibly a loon will have to substitute....a rabid loon.)
• OR Kidnap my parents friends, so that they down have anyone to bowl with. I'm 43% positive they wouldn't go bowling by themselves.

That's the best I got.

Now that I've managed to waste a good half hour, I should pretend to study.

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"I'm a nervous wreck."

          I am fully aware that it is midnight.  I am also aware of the fact that it would be a better idea to go to bed.  I am aware that everyone else in the house is sleeping.  But I'm at the Schade's, and I'm the alpha babysitter at the moment.  I've started this book when I got here a couple hours ago, and 200 pages later, I think I'm going to take a break.

          Maybe watch some YouTube videos.  But wait.  Um, all the Fueled By Ramen videos are gone?

          "Due to negotiations between our distributor and YouTube, we're unable to post any videos from our artists here. We apologize for any inconvenience this may cause and hope that this situation will be sorted out soon. In the meantime, please visit MTV.com or the artists' sites for their music videos."

          No.  I refuse to believe that.

          Have a good night everyone.  In the meantime, I will be stocking up on canned foods for the ever-near apocalypse that is soon to come.  The fall of fueledbyramen=fall of the world.

          Maybe.

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          Today is Tuesday and I could not be more bored. I've been ill these passed two days and I have to tell you...it sucks. I plan on going back to school tomorrow no matter what, because these last two days all I have been able to think about is how much homework I'm going to have when I get back to school.

          These disturbing thoughts suffocated me all throughout Spongebob (it was the episode where Mr. Krabs goes crazy because of that game Spongebob and Patrick were playing that was about hunting treasure and then Mr. Krabs shows up at Spongebob's house telling him they were going to go hunting for treasure, but then Spongebob and Patrick figure out that Mr. Krabs is using the gameboard of the Treasure Game as the map to find the treasure and it actually IS based on a real map and they find the treasure, but it's the Flying Dutchmans so they have to give it back  but the Dutchman gives Spongebob and Patrick ♫ Two gold doubloons ♫ and all he gives Mr. Krabs is a plastic treasure chest because Mr. Krabs is cheap.) and I wasn't even able to enjoy it!

          So now that I've babbled and ranted I think that's about it.

And if anyones sees Alaina...tell her I need my CD back.

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          It's a lovely Minnesotan night on the home front. A delicious temperature of -1.8 and quickly dropping. A good evening for a stroll. We'll leave that to you...

          Tonight's shenanigans will start and end with a little interview about us, because this is our blog, and we are the sole deciders on what it contains.  So, we commence.  First up is...Alaina.

Query the First: What is your favorite color?

Answer the First: "I don't know if I like green or purple more. Could I be, like, a real femme and say the rainbow? Cause if that works for you then it works for me."

Query the Second: If you could only live with one article of clothing, what would it be?

Answer the Second: "...My 'Butcher' turf shoes."

Query the Third: What do you think about illegal poaching in the North Pole?

Answer the Third: "I didn't even know that was a problem. I thought they were just drowning."

Query the Fourth: If you had to choose between living on just chocolate pudding and Sunny D or under-ripe bananas and prune juice which would you pick?

Answer the Fourth: " 'Kay , personally I love pudding AND Sunny D mixed together. You, however don't. Also I had a very bad experience with under-ripe bananas today, so that's an easy pick."

Query the Fifth: If you were a Pokemon character, which would you be and why?

Answer the Fifth: "Pikachu, duh. Or if I could be a character I would TOTALLY be Ash's secret lover. Pikachu, because he's the original and he's like a yellow mouse too. And Ash's secret lover because I like Ash."

SWITCH TIME!  Haley's turn!

Query the First:  What is your favorite color?

Answer the First:  "Burnt Umber."

Query the Second:  Any reasons why?

Answer the Second:  "No."

Query the Third:  Granted with any superpower, which would you choose?

Answer the Third:  "I would have to say the ability to hover.  Not to fly, but just to hover next to people.  Very uncomfortably.  Especially in elevators."

Query the Fourth:  In a hypothetical post-apocalyptic situation in which you were thrown into a parrallel universe, which cartoon do you think it would resemble?

Answer the Fourth:  "I would have to say Scooby-Doo, because we'd be the gang, and we'd love solvin' mysteries.  I would be Velma, 'cause I have the glasses, Chance would be Daphne, Josh would be Scooby, Emily would be Fred, Sara would be Shaggy, and Alaina would be our foe.  Every time.  We would thwart her.  And Nia would always guest star as Jennifer Aniston."

Query the Fifth:  If you could buy anything in the world with money not being an issue, what would you get and why?

Answer the Fifth:  "Well, first I'd buy everyone I hate and force them to do my dirty work, and then I would purchase my good friends and force them to do all my dirty work.  Lastly, I would finish off with buying everyone else.  And they would also do my dirty work.  And if they rebelled, I would thwart them with my previous purchases."

Query the Sixth:  If you were a Pokemon character, which would you be and why?

Answer the Sixth:  "I would be Mew, 'cause I could float in a bubble, and do anything I want, because the bubble cannot be penetrated."

So, we hope to do more stuff like this.  Keep a wether eye on the horizon.

~|~

Friday indeed.

          Haley is coming over and bringing Farkle!  [this game that we have yet to learn how to play.]  Mia did an excellent job of guilting her into bringing it, might I add ['Please bring Farkle, Haley?  P-Please?'].

          Speaking of siblings, where's Sydney?  She didn't come home from school, but nobody within our household seems concerned, so...  I guess I shouldn't be either?

          My dad's AWOL too.  Ah, I bet they're out scouring Minnesota for my flying DeLorean that I'm getting when I turn 16.  I'm still waiting for the DMC to get back to me on that 'Custom Grey Model' quote I signed up for.

          Yeah, I'm getting ahead of myself, speaking as a person whose only driving experience is up to Sara's and back [a good quarter mile].  Well, someday.

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           So, since Alaina and I are trying to make updating this a habit, I thought I would post. And because I haven't the slightest clue as to what to post, I think I will tamper with the features on here and add a photo....

          That, my friends is a picture of a sad robot...which is ironic...because robots are machines and they don't have feelings....

           I wonder what else I can do.

                     Red, Purple, Blue, Green, Yellow

That was pretty lame.

This is boring too. It's as if I'm yelling, which I'm not.

        Alright, I think that's enough adventure for now, partly because pushing all of those buttons is a lot of work and partly because -- no it's wholly because pushing those buttons is a lot of work. So, now that I've efficiently wasted your time more than necessary I will now leave. I don't promise that the next blog will be more entertaining, but...it might.

        We, in the blogging/writing world refer to that as a cliff-hanger.

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H

(& A In spirit).

          This site has only been active for a matter of minutes and yet it has brought forth a plethora of emotions both good and bad. There's been laughter, tears and partial psychosis. So here we sit babbling like morons trying to get ideas for our fancy new blog. In our minds the only thing that is getting in our way is our lack of dancing skills and Red Vines.

          Alright, Haley says I need to participate, so... here goes.  We made the blog for reasons unbeknownst to you, and fully knownst to us.  However, I am here to clear things up, somewhat similar to the workings of Proactiv.  The reason is as follows:  None. [But you'll be the first to know when this reason comes about.  Promise.]

          Although our motivation for this is nothing, at the moment, that doesn't mean we won't pursue this new fetish with vigor and enthusiasm. We have attempted this before, with El Guario the Blog and well...El Guario withered away (something to do with a toaster), here we are with a new outlook and new technology. And it helps that we have a lot of spare time.

          Apparently there is no effective way to end this blog so we shall close it now with a small hieroglyphic yet unknown to the texting world:

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Haley and Alaina