Read this while humming that whoville song from the grinch movie January 7, 2014

So this is the part of my blog where I welcome the new year (LET’S HEAR IT FOR 2014 *blows little horn thingy*), tell you how relieved I am that I didn’t die (cause there were A LOT OF REALLY CLOSE CALLS. did I tell you guys I almost got run over by a car?), and tell you my new years resolution.

SO, MY RESOLUTION FOR THIS YEAR IS….

To blog at least ONCE every weekday.

Yes yes yes, I know most people already do this and make this resolution and blah blah blah…but I haven’t ever blogged consecutively for longer than a week and a half. For real.

SO, I’m going to try to get this done!

So story/news for today…um…let’s see…….uh……

OH, SCHOOL STARTED YESTERDAY…

mhm….and uh….I keep telling everybody I want a puppy (but then I say that I’m just kidding and that I do NOT want a puppy (don’t even get me started))…and I’m suddenly obsessing over high-fives and hugs (I usually give too many hugs…but now more than usual)….and …um…..

OHHHHHH I’VE GOT AN IDEA

How bout you guys head on over and check my OTHER progressive blog (progressive as in it’s about prom (mostly the guy part) and that I forgot to post over there for like, 2 months) and give me some suggestions! You do that, and I promise I’ll talk more about dresses or something (you gotta admit, though, the stuff I write/deal with over there is preeettty amusing).

Thank you much my adoring followers! Until tomorrow!

Book Giveaway December 30, 2013

Yes, I’m entering another book-winning contest. With all these things I enter, I should win something by about February… but you all should enter too! Who knows…you might get a free book out of it!

http://keepersbookandmoviereviews.blogspot.com/2013/12/back-2-school-giveaway.htm

Happy First Birthday (I feel like I should put ‘Baby’) December 7, 2013

So today, I just happened to log into wordpress. And it’s my blog first year anniversary.

My first thought was, WOOOOOAH, I’VE HAD A BLOG THIS LONG?! I’m so cool.

Okay, not that last part…but the first part.

And my second thought was, what are the chances…I was about to go offline and everything.

So I guess I am pretty cool after all. Cool AND psychic.

Happy Anniversary Poohlovers!

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.

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.

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

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.

So we were walking…

Me: WORM! *points at something slithering across the sidewalk*

Mom: That’s not a worm…that’s a caterpillar.

Me: Pshhh, same thing.

Mom: Noooo. I worm doesn’t turn into a beautiful butterfly.

Me: A worm is beautiful.

Mom: No it’s not.

Me: Oooooo, I’m telling God.