Act 1

Heard Matt ticked Ren off... how retarded could he be? Crimeny, what a maggot, wonder if his dog smiles like a donut for him... I hope not, i like Augie. Anyways, the whole situation is slightly amusing now, and in accordance to the bible, i have forgiven him, but i do try to not let mistakes happen twice. Yes, im sorry to say that none of you will have to go through the excruciating agony of being introduced or otherwise exposed to such a person... *grins* Im not gonna pretend that we have no past, we do! And some of it was fun, but alas, people change, perhaps grow happy trail hair, but no, that expectation is too far fetched. Lets see, how bout I talk about something worthy of my attention? Sounds good to me too.

Act 2

Guys, Friday rocked my sox! Well, i wish my toes had been warmer, but it wasnt that bad. I dragged T home with me, yes, i apologize to anyone else who wanted her... shes mine! *waves tentacles threateningly* We were like, hey, lets finally walk to Rens! So we started off. About 1 min from my house, we were like, gosh! its freakin cold out here! But against better judgment, we pressed on. As we wandered towards and then through Creekstone, T mentioned that Miss Swiss Miss or as we shall call, Kiki, lived in the neighborhood. It was like, cool! So we found the back of her house, and being the abnormally lazy type, we jumped up to look over the fence instead of walking another minute or two to the front door... but who knows? a squid could freeze in two minutes! *indignant glance* Her dad saw us looking over... its a good thing he knows t, that could have been awkward. So we climbed over the back fence, and wonders of wonders! Kiki's parents are awesome! They warmed us, and gave us hot cider, and Kiki! So off we went, our ranks having swollen to 3... yes, an admirable number. We were cruising (on foot, but believe me, we have very, very cool feet!) down edison and kiki was like, hey, theres deathangels house! We were cold by the way... and deathangel is fun, so we rang the doorbell, (yeah, we used the front door... *ruefully ironic grin*) and sang, "we wish u a merry christmas" its never too late for christmas songs! deathangels mom was great too! she invited us in and got the sick child. he came in, looking tentative and slightly confused. Yes deathangel, we have invaded your house... Although i had promised to act moderately normal, i tweaked out and began to quote the bunnies... ode to the bunnies man! In the light of the moon!!! Aw, hot dawg! Redrum! Redrum! Wendy, give me the bat! Smile u son of a! Used to hate the water, cant imagine why... Wheeee! Come play with us... I dont wanna go there Mrs. Torez! Ok, ok, snapping out of it... yeah, so deathangels mum fed us chocolate... oh man, when we started out again, we were so EEEEEEEEEEK! it was awesome.. i saw this cat, and just cracked up not cuz it was all dead and stuff, but cuz its paws were in this great position...yeah, kiki probably thinks im a cruel phsyco... prehaps.. just kidding! im sanely normal! It was just funny at the time... still is actually, but thats beside the point. We made it to rens who was pleasantly surprised to see us. We made plans for that night, but thats a whole other act...

Act 3

At t's house... oh man, we had been quoting the bunnies at kiki the whole night, and she hadnt even seen them! so we forced her to watch that and then looked up other videos... if matt did one good thing for me, he alerted me to the presence of this bloody hilarious site called ebaumsworld where we discovered fredryk phox... it was like a light in the dark... or maybe dark in the light, either way, my sox were rocked off, all the way. He is so funny, and if u havent seen his little 8 min clip, i urge u to do so immediantly. (ps he looks super hot when he is playing the 'reporter' part...hehe) t thinks that perhaps ren and kiki were a bit shocked, i know that sometimes my interesting taste in many things can be, well, not the most, well, i dont know how to put this... not normal and a bit shocking... i think that they took that well and for that, i thank them. anyways, hippo girl arrived via the back door just as i had instructed... without consulting t... sometimes i think i will overdue it one day, but this bit was just awesome... i have officially insinuated myself in that household. i told her to go that way so that she wouldnt wake t's dad... wow, i crack myself up... but she did it. That night, we thoroughly depleted t's food supplies as we gorged on everything from candy to pineapples... i would like to thank t's parents for kindly, and bravely, hosting a gaggle or herd, whichever u prefer, of teenage girls... together, we ate a few pizzas... WE ROCK! watched bourne identity and supremacy... hes hot, i have to admit it, he definitely grows on you... had a great night, and t got to wash her hair later.. yay!

Act 4

Ah, Sunday, good day. Yep, strange day. Went to church, not unusual, but the strangeness began when i got home... steph called me and we set up a time to do the deed... then we got it done... is that weird or what? I dont think that i ever thought that id really get it done, i think it was just a vague future event that i wanted to accomplish, but yet, here i sit, a second hole in the top of my right ear. Cool. Im still kinda suprised when i think about it... or look in the mirror... so yeah... after i got it done, we went to the library where i had the good fortune of startling sindhu... did i spell that right? ah vell... ran into krista too, thats neat... well, i was checkin out some national geographics when someone threw a pen at me... a pen! i was like, what? turn around and theres this guy, he looks to be a year or so older, standing there smiling at me... i was so flustered, and if i could blush, gosh darnit, i would have been as red as hippo girl when shes laughing and then milk comes out of her nose... lol so i picked the pen up and took it over to him. I was just gonna walk away, but he started talking to me, i mean, like, asking my name and stuff... well, the name was pretty much the only part that i understood... u see, he had this really thick accent, it sounded zimbabwean... did i mention this guy was darker than me? he was true black. so i couldnt understand a gosh darn word, and i was already flustered... it just kept getting worse, i started forgetting simple answers to questions, which embarrassed me more, and then i thought how i was acting like a brainless twit, and i was like, ive had enough, and told him i had to go get my stuff... wow that was bad. i generally dont lose it around guys, but that is a prime example of what happens when u r an idiot like me... i think of it now and it cracks me up... if i ever see him again, im going to make him talk really really slow... and grin like mad!

Act 5

Monday was nice, went sledding with t after i finally, finally escaped the black hole like gravity of my mother and her list of numerous things to accomplish when one should be enjoying the snow with friends... gosh! anyways, we dragged her matt out, and believe me, he is much nicer! So now its tuesday... and here i am... a snow day, doing absolutely nothing... its nice! well, see yall later...

It's Only Tuesday and the Several Frogs I've Swallowed Are Grumbling...

Act 1

Jake, you all knew him, and who could help but love the sweet, adorable, and once fat mutt.... now you shall know him no more. On Thursday, he will live only in the memory, a faint shadow in this material world we live in. What is beauty compared to the loyall love and adoration of a friend who truely listens? What is a fight when innocent sparks are flaring and flaming out before our eyes? I was worrying about my hair when I heard the phone ring, a warm sound in the comfortable atmosphere of my kitchen. Five minutes elapsed and my life changes once more. As I turn about, set upon the orbit of my life's circle, I wonder if it's these little things that make the circle seem colder, harsher, and infinately more joyful. Because I've known death, all life cannot but help to be cherished in my eyes. Pain has taken a new demension on. Still cruel? Yes, but now it is a defining point, a comparison marker. I can look back and see the lines of tears, tracks of where they had once run down my heart, my aching heart and know that things will get better, love and kindness still exist... Ok, well, maybe I'm not quite as traumatized as I sound. I watched Jake lose weight, almost all of it, in a short span of 2 or 3 months. I remember petting him, feeling his spine, and thinking how odd it was.... Well, let me tell you what happened, I know for one, Ren's backround details are sketchy as she never had the pleasure of meeting the mutt... Ahh, the good old days when I used to be able to call him fat...
Act -4months
Yes, we had to go back in time... time travel, its great huh? Well, unless you are Uncle Riko and Napolean... ;) Jake, where do we begin. Hes had a pretty long life, hes 9, but he used to be fat... soft and fat with light honey colored golden fur. I remember that his nose was pink until he was 2, and he didnt bark until that year either. As a puppy he used to not only chew his toys up, but eat them... a habit that stayed with him for life. He was a good dog, trained by my mother, scary as that sounds, but then, I've been trained by her myself... It was scary! lol He never ran away unless there were jet planes or thunder, he was so afraid of the sonic boom the palnes made. I always wanted to keep him inside, but my dad wouldn't hear of it, he did shed all year round so I almost don't blame him... almost. Anyways, he ran away this last summer, near the end. Ran away for 2 weeks. I honestly thought he was dead. But when we had pretty much given up hope, a lady who lived in the neighborhood called. She had had Jake the whole time! Now don't misundertand me, yall, he had his collar and tags on. She was trying to keep him. Not hard to figure out why, he was lovable and well trained. But still, the essence of it, the deceit behind her not calling us, it stung. Jake came back, but after a while, it became obvious that the life of comfort he lived at the other lady's house was the better thing for him. We gave him to her, but still visited him. In fact, he came back to the house one night, got out of hers and waltzed into the backyard, setteling down on the back deck. What a sweetie. But back he went. He had a friend there, another dog, something that, once more, my dad refused us. Ah well. Now she called up today. Turns out that its like what I had suspected all along, liver failure. All types of blood cell counts very low, iron deficiant. And no one had listened when I said he was sick, said he had lost all of his weight. What else could I do? So it was in this manner that he wasted away before my very eyes. On Thursday, they'll take him in, and I hope more than anything that I can go too. To Jake: It won't hurt, honey, in fact, you'll feel like a pup again... A pup with a pink nose.

Ah, a first... firsts can be good.

ah, well, life is as it has always been, and i have somehow been sucked into this posting a blog thing... t says its good to vent on... we shall see. Anyways, since my life seems to be a play, and i can only remember random pieces of it anyways, this is how it goes...
MY DAY:
act one-
gets up, goes to window... holy crap it snowed a ton! haha! does chores... phone is tweaking out and strange people who claim to know me keep calling... (stupid phone, stupid people... still the prettiest!!! :P ) Finally, one of these whom we shall refer to as 'T', uses that kinda exasperated tone that means; im going to smack you the next time i see you... so i let her come over... unfortunately, i had just had a curious day the other day, and seeing how mother natures other creatures do not apprieciate curiosity as much as i... well, needless to say, i took a shower. T arrived mid shower... *fast forward*... and i dropped my eggs into the snow...*whoa, look at that part, lets see it again! and again!* (moving on...)
act two-
our fort was done. i mean, the other team was firing upon us with improving aim... time to put it to use. To bad it really didnt help much... ignoring the rules of war, the opposing team swamped our fort... and white washed us later... like T said, dont kick a dog while its down. We got kicked anyways... WHERE ARE THE NICE GOOD BOYS?!!! i think that they live only in the imagination. I like my imagination! I wonder why...
act three-
hippo girl finally, i mean finally arrives... to late for her to get white washed. Did i mention that that girl has ecsquisate timing? In time for hot chocolate, but conveniantly missing the work and defeat... then the heaped on humiliating beating afterwords... is that a little too dramatic? i was thinking so... *zoom*
act four-
it seems that some people are naturally talented at scrambling out of slick canals which are assumed to be frozen over...but then there are those with snow boots that actually have traction...*cough T cough* It was a kinda brownish thing, and it looked wet, so of course my natural curiosity kicked in... i have a lot of it as my neighbor buddy, we shall refer to here as M. gibberish... or better yet as Matt G., knows quite well. I should have learned about curiosity... or at least have remembered my previous run ins... i have gotten my hands into some weird places, belive me... *cough, blush* i was about a yard from it when i heard the sound... too bad that there was snow over the ice... might have noticed it was cracking earlier... ah well. Another step, then suddenly, 'crickle crackle crack, pip pop crickle slush' man, as soon as i heard the ice breakin up beneath my feet, i was outa there... and hippo girl right behind me... the bad part is that neither her nor i could climb the walls. With the menacing sound of breaking ice in our ears, we throw ourselves fruitlessly at the steep sides, only to slide back to the dreaded ice once more. this is about the time i realized how funny this was... and better, managed to grab a weed, narrowly managing to haul myslef out. I had to get on my tummy to get hippo girl out. Meanwhile, the unaturally good climbers had climbed the higher, steeper wall. crazy idiots. then again, they were on the side i wanted to be on... ah well, screw sledding.
act five-
we decide to head to rens house. a good spur of the moment desicion... till i saw the big hills of construction dirt, all deliciously coated in a thick layer of fluffy white snow... how could i not? im glad i decided not to slide down right away, the back half happened to drop off about 10ft in most places... 3 in the place i eventually slid down. It rocked! ok, it was kinda bumpy, but ignore that, it wasnt meant to be a play on words! We eventually did a train, where i almost broke t's arm for the second time... i think im getting closer to succeeding... jk! i had to do a bigger drop, if not for the thrill, than because of my blasted curiosity... oh yeah, and the risk, thats good too. t did it first, i watched her head dissapear over the edge, heard a *phlump!* and the laughter of ben and hilde... sounds like she hit pretty good. When she got up, it launched off. Talk about that roller coaster like feeling! Ecspecially the drop off... i rolled, got up laughing and we headed home, abandoning going to rens on the basis that i hadnt asked, it was farther than thought, and it was growing darker and colder by the second... Another day ren!
act six-
this is a short one. So were walking home, and the conversation turns on m. g. again. ben accuses me of making fun of him all the time... i most certainly do not! just a majority of it... im going to call him capn hook now... that name suits him so much better... this got around to how he thought i was annoying... and from bens tone and demeanor, it appreared that he agreed! This inscensed me, i demanded clarification, there had to be some grounds or basis for these charges! It appears that there was... according to ben, i had annoying sayings, like, 'awesom possum' lets face it folks, thats not annoying, thats straight up cool! in my world anyways. I remained disgruntled from the fight for a while after i got home... and mulled it over as i munched on what hippo has termed, my 'dog food' tasty stuff.
act seven-
they went home *tear tear* i couldnt go cuz me mum was being about as dull as a rock... maybe duller. i was pissed, so i am being very respectfull here when i put it that way. I felt all rebellious, and if capn hook had been home, i probably would have seen if he wanted to make out... thank goodness he wasnt, his absence saved me from myself. phew. *wipes brow* i took a bath instead, but that wasnt as satisfying, owing to the temperature of the water. It wasnt hot enough! Now you know that you are a pampered priveleged brat like me when your biggest problem that you can remember at the moment is water temp. I cant pretend that it isnt a problem in our society of crumbling moral values and horrendous issues though... *grins* so yeah...
act eight-
now im here... wow this is long, i doubt anyone will actually read it... but if you do read it all the way, leave me cookies! i ate all mine, *glances morosely at crumbs on plate* peanutbutter are my favorite! Thanks... *glances around before slipping cookie up sleeve* See you all later!!!