by anything, i mean this November 30, 2013

Okay, since it’s been a little while, I figured I should probably post something.

Anything.

Which is why I’m posting without having much to say…

Actually, there is something. You know when people will put out a really short post, and then say that they have an idea for a post, but they’ll post it later because they have zero time to type? I don’t understand that. At all. I mean cool, you’re thinking about your blog and your audience and everything, but who thinks about blog topics in the middle of the weekend. I do sometimes…but I’m usually busy doing something. Or nothing.

A Post About Assigned Books in School November 26, 2013

#1 sounds EXACTLY like every bad teacher I’ve ever had!
That’s too bad…I was starting to like him

The Little Engine that Couldn't

A long time ago, three people got together and tried to come up with a way to get more teens reading. Let’s name them #1, #2, and #3. The following is their conversation:

#1: Holy surprising statistic, Batman! It seems that the percentage of teenagers who read for fun is on a steady decline. What should we do to fix this?

#2: Well, I guess we could encourage them to read books they’re more likely to enjoy. Reading books they like will help them—-

#3: I HAVE AN IDEA!

#2: Okay, just cut me off. That’s fine.

#3: Oh it is? Good. Thank you.

#2: But—

#3: Anyway, I think we should make them read books they obviously won’t like.

#1: Go on…

#3: And then force them to say positive things about those books, even if they think it’s horrible.

#2: How would that help? It doesn’t teach them…

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The Ninja Pirate Code November 24, 2013

-Sarah,

I’ve gone and run off with the pirate ninja’s. I know you warned me against their pirate code (which states that any pirate can kill another pirate at any time, among other things) and their terribly ruthless way of living (if they capture any babies, they eat them), but I need some adventure in my life. It’s something you just wouldn’t understand since you’re a girl. Don’t try to come looking for me; by the time you read this, I should have already gotten off the train and boarded a plane to…well, I won’t disclose the location. I stole one of your tacos so that I could be guaranteed admission.

I’m sorry it had to be this way.

-George

Ten days later, George was discovered by two half-drunk police officers on the side of a mostly deserted road. He was found dead with a harpoon sticking out his chest and a note saying:

I’m sorry Sarah, you were right! They’re after me, but I’m getting out of the country tonight. Don’t look for me or ever mention my name to anyone ever again. Deny me ever existing if anyone ever asks you.

-George

It was a very nice funeral.

I love google November 23, 2013

So today is Dr. Who’s 50th Birthday…

AND I AM THE CHAMPION.

That is all.

Selfie and a Foot November 21, 2013

….wooooooah…i’ve never met a bald snow guy before. how did you even last that long O.o

Where Has All the Love Gone?

I like this. I was totally ready to disagree and be all like “I don’t know what your talking about, those lyrics are great, I totally understand, blah blah blah blah blah”, but then I read the rest….wow am I glad I did xD This is an awesome point on how society is today. It’s actually reeeally stupid.
And then you wonder, out of all those people who want temporary love, who wants real and permanent love?

Susannah Contra Mundum

“Don’t you ever say I just walked away
I will always want you
I can’t live a lie, running for my life
I will always want you”

Those are some of the lyrics to Miley Cyrus’s “Wrecking Ball.” Now, I have a problem with these lyrics. I want to begin by explaining that I really do like the song. The video, not so much. But, there was just something that bothered me about that song the first time I heard it, and it’s still bothering me. For a while, I couldn’t figure it out. Then I heard it:

“Don’t you ever say I just walked away
I will always want you”

Do you see it? It’s the second line. Normally, I wouldn’t even think about it, but I noticed it because I sang it wrong. What I thought it was going to say was, I will always love you…

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I picked a really bad place to end this but IT’S STILL GOOD November 20, 2013

Going to school the next day wasn’t so hard. Maybe it was because she had gotten home earlier then she expected and got some extra sleep. As she got out of the car and thanked her mom for driving her (she would normally have driven, but she didn’t want her day to be ruined because she’d had to yell at some stupid driver), she smelled trouble. Literally. It smelled wrong. She tried to place the scent for a moment, and then she realized…it smelled like blood. She rushed towards the entrance of the school, and was greeted by the sight of a gathered crowd of students. Pushing through the throng, she stood on her tip-toes to try to see what was happening. She gasped when she recognized every face that was involved. Towards her left was Tristan, Liz, Taylor, and that one guy….what was his name? It took her a second, but then she remembered….it was Carl. Liz looked terrible. She had a bloody nose, and it was ruining her makeup that had probably taken her an hour to fix. Someone bumped into her, and from that angle, she could see that the other side of her face had a bruised on it. She smiled a little as she pictured how her face would look when she saw what had happened, but that quickly turned into a frown as Tristan started speaking.

“Noah, just leave us alone and quit being such a jerk.”

Noah, looking unscathed, as usual, laughed and replied “As soon as you all admit that I’m better than you, I’ll leave you alone. Everybody…except you. We have a score to settle.” Noah’s eyes narrowed, and his gaze settled on Carl. She wondered what Carl could’ve done. He was usually pretty laid back, from what she could tell. Then she saw it…Noah had a broken leg. And Carl’s arm looked slightly twisted. They had broken each other’s…OH! That’s what must have happened on Thursday at the game. Somebody must’ve started some kind of skirmish…and Carl must have defended whoever started it. She hated to think of what the boy must look like after fighting Noah. They must’ve put up a pretty good fight, though, if it had ended with the breaking of a leg.

LOVE this guy November 19, 2013

I’m not sure how much I was actually paying attention to this video ’cause I kept laughing…

And THIS IS ALL TRUE: (except for the too loud part…but maybe that’s just because I’m the loudest person I know

How to not date someone*

I LOVED THE CREEPER PART :3

Tim's Blog - Just One Train Wreck After Another

Someone likes you. You don’t like them back. It’s never easy, but in this video it sure can be funny.

(From the fun folks at Blimey Cow.)

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*There seems to be a theme in today’s posts. 10,000 interwebz** to everyone who spots it.

**Interwebz are worthless and illusory, but the good part about winning them is they’re also non-existent!

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i love my sisters so much sometimes

Sister Number 2: Who wants to be vice president? Say I.

*I was up stairs, so I yelled:*

Me: I!!!

Sister Number One: OKAY, KIRSTEN, YOU GET TO BE TREASURER.

Me: BUT I WANTED TO BE VICE PRESIDEEEENNTTTT

Sister Number 2: TO BE IN THIS CLUB YOU HAVE TO LIKE NINJAGO AND ALL HERO’S AND GOOD GUYS.

Me: I DO LOVE NINJAGO….

*pauses*

Me: I LOVE MAKING FUN OF IT AND HARASSING YOU GUYS ABOUT IT AND LAUGHING AT IT…

Sister Number 1: MOCKERY ISN’T ALLOWED. IT’S AGAINST THE LAWS OF THE CLUB

Me: IMMA REBEL. AARRGHHH ME HARTEY

 

 

*they were singing the My Little Pony theme song*

Me: NO. FRIENDSHIPS SUCKS. THEY’LL ALWAYS LET YOU DOWN

*complete silence*

Me: kidding….

 

 

*earlier that day*

Me: WE SHOULD GET A PUPPY! Just kidding…we should not get a puppy….

Sister Number 2: No,  we shouldn’t….we should get a kitty.

Me: Uh, no, we don’t need either.

Sister Number 2: We do need a cat! All in favor say I.

*Both sisters say I*

*I say Not I*

Me: See, two-to-one….I WIN!

Sister Number Two: Nu-uh, who was the second one?

Me: Casper…

Sister Number One: That’d be two-to-two.

Me: Well you guys are sisters, so you count as one.

Sister Number One: Well you and Casper are married, so you count as one.

Sister Number 2: Yeah.

Me: WHATEVER. DYLAN VOTED TOO

Sister Number Two: You can’t vote with people in your imaginary ghost house…

Me: Dylan doesn’t live in a ghost house…

Sister Number One: Yeah. He doesn’t live in an imaginary ghost house…he lives with his mom still.