naked legs and fro picks

Act1-
You know when you do those things that you know even beofre hand that if you do it, you're screwed? yeah yeah yeah, then why do we do it? i dunno, maybe its a bit like playing russian roulette... only with a 6 chamber gun and only one of the chambers unloaded... :D good chances huh... well, needless to say, i got my head blown off. I think that the root of the problem is truely midori being a pansy... hehe, jk! lets not go there or she will kick me again... and again... lol It was after tennis, and after midori getting kicked off of the courts by a coach whos name i have yet to learn, and after me staring quite happily at the small number of hot boys leaving the courts, that midori said, hey mandy, come home with me... and im like, oh man eeeeh hehehehe ok... so i called the parentals cells, and no one picked up, called home, and no one picked up, and then felt quite satisfied that it at least looked like i had attempted to contact someone. This said, midori and i climbed, giggling madly, into the back of matt's (tall one) truck... excellent way to spend the last few hours of freedom!
Act 2-
Had an excellent idea, as it had already occurred to us to stay low and avoid being spotted by anyone wearing a uniform or driving a police car... if i took my shoes and socks off, and slowly stuck up my leg, well, let me describe this to you from anothers point of view... (perspective: 17-30 year old male or female driving past the truck) ah, these people are driving so friggen slow! ill pass them... *they prepare to switch lanes* suddenly, abare foot peeks over the edge of the truckbed, followed by and excellently shaped calf, also quite bare, and half a foot of brown thigh... did i mention that my toenails are a loud pink? the reaction... WTF MATE!?!?! ok back to my out-take. i completed this move, quite aware of any impression that i was making, and was of course slapped by midori several times. But it was clean fun midori!!! its not like i was actually naked or anything!!! (er, it just occured to me that she might have been thinking of the three males in the cab of the truck... didnt think of that... erg) but, you know what, it was a well intended little joke! and she took her flipflops off to... to flip people off with her middle toe... "its rising!!!" lol one of her sandals almost escaped to become one with the road and the tires that rolled acrosst it, which for some odd reason, brought to mind a brittany spears song... Oops i did it again!!! blah blah blah blah blah!!! got lost in the game! oooh baby baby! but this was quickly negated by the midori party on account of that song being the crappiest song that one could possibly sing as we sped along in the open bed of a truck... (ah me, that was good... my mom just called and asked to talk to my dad... i told her that she couldnt because we were having a family crisis... "you cant mom, you see, dad dropped acid, and highjacked a bus full of cow-tongues so that he could take Zack to the hospitle as he had just got his arm caught in the toaster..." she started saying, what? what?!? in this really panicky kind of tone... oh that was priceless... lol :D ) anyways, we began to sing our beloved Killers songs... Save some face!!! You know you've only got one! Change your wa-ays, while your young! ah me, nothing like the breeze whipping over your face, the sun shining sweet golden light onto our faces, the clouds creating curiously appealing almost ocean sandlike patterns, high, high, high inthe light spring blue colored sky!!! can you catch a mood, the whole thing? i wish i could have that one...
Act 3-
A wave, grins, and a few heartfelt thankyous later, we walked into midoris lovely house, where i descimated her dwindling supply of geourgous, fattening, choclate muffins... *sigh* then im like, uh... wheres my cell phone...? the last time i had had it, it had been in my sweatshirt pocket... ah crap... so accompanied by my toasty warm poptart, we wandered over to matts... (we really need a codename for him!) he opened the door, and i promptly invited myself inside. then made myself comfortable at his counter, munched my poptart, and let poor midori make the small talk... and by the way midori, you did excellently! lol, upon finishing the poptart, i quite nicely, and in a very ladylike manner, demanded a tour. first stop, his room, and it was cool! there is enough stuff in there to keep me interested for a long time! we played with a gaint match, a ring, surveyed the sleep catchers, and conjectured upon their positions and how correct they were. *grins* yeah, yeah, maybe im just being retarded, but you all know me... *cat smile, complete with fangs* the whole tour pretty much ended there... then we went and sat on the couch... I... LIKE... BIG... BUTTS AND I CAN NOT LIE! AND OTHER BROTHERS CANT DENY! i think that i sang that song... believe me, its an irresistable song. dont remember talking about much, but we chatted... then i got a fropick stuck under my braids, thankyou matt. i need to take them out!!! *cries* my mum got a new style today, its her cutest yet... its really short, but definately chic... anyways... i made a lovely scratched drawing of an 'x' pon my thigh, and it must have had a touch me kinda vibe, because my couch partner did... interresant... we left eventually as it was time to fix din din for midoris father, and we cordially invited matt. he had to ask, and so we started back in high spirits... ugh, *creepy music* duh duh duh!!! (couldnt resist)
Act 4-
my mum pulled up... oh yeah, that was good... wait! i skipped a part! rewind! *zzzzzzzip!*
Act 3.5-
called JD up on matts cell phone, he was at golph... oh this is a priceless for kicks kinda thing... for those of you who dont know, and im sure many dont, i used to like him in elementary, starting in first grade... lol, yeah... so i called him up, and it went kinda like this "hi, JD?" "yeah?" "well, you have no clue who this is, but i used to like you in first grade..." "what...?" "so think of this as an annonymous confession kinda thing" *click* lol, i know, i know, i should have talked to him longer, and said more strange things, but i was tweaking out, trying not to crack up, and i was just spazzing out... lol!
Act 4- (take 2)
mum pulls up, and for the first time within my knowledge, midori allowed me free vocal and verbal expression of my feelings... these words consisted mostly of, 'holy $h!t im screwed! he11 and all that jazz...' i refrained from the 'f' word as i really dont like that one... then midori mentioned, as we laughed hysterically at our predicament, that it was a good thing that matt hadnt come with us, then my mum woulda had another reason to flip out. As i agreed heartily with her, i circumstancially happened to shoot a glance over my shoulder, and guess who is running down the street to catch up with us? none other than the man of the anti moment! (with love to matt) this of course, just cracked us up more, and as we retreated to the cool interior of midoris house, i broke a poptart into pieces, and against midoris wishes, forced them to eat it as i related the whole fiasco to being crucified and the Last Supper. *crosses self and mutters apologetic prayer* (not that im Catholic) and so, with much infamity and ill forboding, i left. The goodnews is, im only grounded till im 16!!! the bad news is, thats all but a week of the summer... the goodnews is, i dont think that she was serious!!! the bad news is, im not 100% posotive, and with parents, you never know. so, hippo darling, i will still try to make your party, even if i am reduced to grovelling on the ground and licking... shoes (this ommited bit of profanity is dedicated to midori) i will somehow make it to be amongst you and curse you with my presence... bakleva!!! and plus, you dont turn 16 everday now, do ya? lol, my dad has my back, ill make it. with all this said, dangit, you guys better write me long emails or long blogs on the dance!!! *sighs* gotta go to bed, soccer tryouts tomorow... im already over being nervous and have entered my resigned state... good? bad? i dunno, its all good tho... (got my cellphone back... it now says, hey sexy... lol ;D )

Ran Out of Super Cool Chemicals!!! (aka, delusions of a diabetic)

Act 1-
Schummacher during English... enough to smite the soul with boredom alone, but to add idiotic inflections where they dont belong, butcher words so clearly stamped upon each page of the classic selection of literature.... i blame him for my low blood sugar. i really didnt notice how low i was, as i was currently deeply engrossed in sleeping, until i wandered off to chemistry where we were partaking of a lab. as you know, chemistry is god to chesty, and he is the son incarnate whos every word must be followed, or met with wrath (aka: red face, loud voice, talking about getting hot...) i was eating biscuit crumbles, well, no, ill revise that... i was attempting to eat biscuit crumbles and actually coating the lab sink with a fine layer of them when my brain just completely hazed over... c'mon, we all know what low bloodsugar does right? not enough sugar to the brain, makes you do loopy stuff, you know... so i threw the stupic crumbs away, (after the last one had fallen to the soggy bread laden sink bottom) and giggled witlessly as midori aka: my lab partner, did her best to figure out what the heck was going on... prehaps i should take a moment for a monolouge? i think so...

Monolouge (mandy)

Chesty, ah, what makes you

a teacher so awful

its hard to bear

and all us sad children

stacked in the honors courses

stretching for that elusive 4.0

(that for me shall never become reality)

Ah Chesty!

so amiable outside

of you set ways, so strange...

sit once more on the table

and swing your legs

evoke from me, that feeling

an odd mixture of

sympathy; prehaps tenderness

to be swept away

as soon as you open your mouth

to lecture us

in a half baked way.

Chesty, why!!!

have you meant to do us

so cruel a stroke of callous service?

would it not have been

better but for you to retire, not next year

but now! this very year i walk the labs!

Ah Chesty

i sigh

(and fail)

for what more can I do?

I must say, this is by far the most civil way i have ever expressed my opinion (and half the schools opinion) about Chesty... now where was i? oh yes, should i do a monoluge about midori? nah, she would get mad is i started including any 'b' words affiliated with her... aka: bleach, boys, beds... :D Lets just say this, the last time i let midori handle the lab while i directed my attention elsewhere, she spilled our dish of steaming hydrochloric acid off of the hotplate where it simmered, onto the wire of our hotplate, tweaked out, pulled the snorkle down onto the hotplate (where it promptly began to melt) and stared witlessly at the havoc she had wrought in 25 short seconds... did i mention a second occasion where she broke not two, but three expensive little pot things... ah, what are they called... cruciables! yeah, those... well, needless to say, ( I LOVE YOU MIDORI!!!!) it wasnt good that i was low. Heres how it went...

Act 2-

after the crumbles, i got midori to tie my apron strings... for the sake of the next bit of action, let me describe them acuarately. These are a specimen of apron all on their own. No, these are not nice lab coats, nor smocks of a sort, they are very long, burnt orange, raggedy, stained, abused creations, thick of material, and tied about the neck and waist with grubby strings. Midori knew i was low, i had made this clear to her earlier, when i was still a sentient human being... however, she turned, presenting me to things, not normally related, but now combined to in a fashion that incited anger... i untied her previous bow and proceeded to knot the strings tightly to her back belt loop. *grins manically* she responded very well. shortly following after chasing me down, the squished me in a rather comic positon against the lab counter and knotted my own apron thing to my pants... now being excellently outfitted, grimy goggles included, we were quite ready and keen to have an adventure... or at least i was. Midori saw fit to drag me off to ask Chesty about taking me to the nurses' office when i began to babble aimlessly about what i can honestly not remember. Hence, she sent me off, for even a demi god cannot denie the need of a diabetic to take leave of his domain. A yard from the door, i stood, wavering in my unsureness... what the heck was i doing? midori, sensing my cluelessness, came at me... naturally, seeing a large hairy, goggly, apron bedecked figure charging at me, i assumed it was after my thoughts, so i ran. Bolting out of the door, we giggled like mad, and made our way across the grasses of our highschool, and having become comrade super heros of sorts, armed with only our silver antennas and super cool chemicals we handily stored in our outfits (both of which were invisible to the average passer-byer of course... dont wanna alarm the bad guys of our presence!) we traipsed into the office. here i must snidely remark that midori was not nearly as cool as i, for she was not wearing her dignified goggles...

Act 3-

it was remarkably cool and dark inside the foreign building that we had infiltrated, and after nodding in our secret code to a lady at the front desk, (she also corresponded with our large network of spies) we were admitted through a secret side door, and worked our way down a long hall. a room at the end of the hall was a preplanned destination of ours, and we sideled in, not making direct eye contact with the cameras that teemed throughout the building because everyone knows that the enemy can read the print of your cornia, identify you, and then easily brainwash you! (of course, we were gaurded against that untsuitable fate by our handy silver antenae!) residing within this heavily gaurded room, two large ladies chatted, (these of course being secret service gaurds who were not our allies) we made the pretense of being about normal buisness, not on a secret mission, for doing things undercover and in desguises is by far the best, cleanest, and most amusing way of handling situations like this. Midori attentively gaurded my back as i retrieved the high teck information (disguised as a pack of crackers with cheese). Prehaps not my brightest idea, (but definately one of reckomendable ingenuity) as we were currently under suspicion of the two heavy set gaurds, (both of which were female, but i suspect that under that white skin, they resided the cold metal hardware and circuits of a robot!) i decided to leave a mark, by which they might identify the assailants of their informaition and privacy. Leaning over a clipboard, left there for the purpose of true workers within the ranks of this grievious enemy, a sign in sheet. I bent over the paper and studied it carefully before writing, under the proper coumn, Mandy (message did not transmit last name) and for 'reason', Ran out of super cool chemicals! Under the heading 'action taken' i put, ate crackers... a sure and obvious note of what we had so cleverly stolen. However, judging by the quiver of my sidekicks silver antenae, this was not a good idea... or prehaps i got this clue from the way that she dragged me giggling unabashedly from the paper and forced me out into the hall whence she than proceeded to scribble out my reason... we than rushed out, laughing with glee... and wandered back into class to flub up the lab more, our sliver antenae waving happily...and i ate the top secret information crackers... and licked up all the cheese!!!

Dances... ah yes, WHY?!?!

Act 1-
uuuhhh... heck yessss!!! now, as i laboriously do my chores, suffering myself to wake at 8:30, all so i can go to a dance... and a mormon one none the less... what is it about dances that draw me... like a bug to those elctric zappy things that are so hard not to stare at... can anyone answer me?!!! fine, ill just go vaccum my room....
Act 2-
Finally escaped my mutti, and thrice cursed chemistry, and made it to midoris house... heck yesss! we proceeded to call everyone... but only after i had eaten my weight in chocolate muffins and that kinda thing first... it was interesting in how the person that we called first showed up last... *teasingly pokes swissy* no, but here is a cool part! called mesonito, but according to his mum, he was sleeping, which is all dandy to me. she asked if he should call back and i said, sure... and then, like lightning, a rare moment of executive desicion brilliance struck me... EEEEHHHEEEHEHEHEHE!!! but better yet, could you just tell him to come over to midoris? i asked, and you know what? THATS EXACTLY WHAT SHE DID!!! mesonitos mum, you rock my sox!!! its like the time when i told hippo to come in midoris back door! and she did that too!!!! EEEEEH HEHEHEHEHEEEE! *gasps for breath* mother! and then he showed up and i was really hyper, because it was all like, hehehe, yeah! and we made him do the dance, you know, like deedee on dexters lab? throw arms forward and shoving feet back? heck yess!!! that wasnt as bad as what hippo and nina had to do though... *shhh! thats for another act!* ait, onward. ao we dorked around till i found a balloon and cansequently chased mesonito and midori around the house, squealing, GIVE ME A HUG!!! and midori tackled mesonito, and i of course, jumped on top, as retributuion for the pillows thrown at me... (by the way, mesonito actually caught something last night, i repeat, CAUGHT! regardless of the fact that it was a large pillow.... ive honestly never seen him CATCH something that was thrown at him before!!! i think my laughing at him and freely expressing my delight and incredulity was what spurred on the vicious pillow onslaught... hmmm...) well, somehow, midori rolled me and was sitting on both of us as we were serenated by my breathless laughter, and an excellent rrrrrrriiiipppp!!! which was of course, the skirt that i was going to wear to the dance. and once more, prepare yourself for another obvious, i laughed harder! it was great! my newly remodeled dress was now, not just sexy, but practically skanky with the added bonus of 3 more inches of my lovely leg peeking through... but did that stop me from... oh yes, we settled on cheese pizza after all!!!
Act 3-
hippo and nina came... we forced mesonito to show them the dance, calling him an idgit as he self conciously lamented about how 'retarded' our fantastic form of torture was... IDGIT! nina and hippo then preformed, and let me say, it was excellent, ecspecially with willys <----(midoris bro) boxers, yes, boxers (and i think clean) draped atop their heads... HECK YESSS!!!! josh came over, smartly dressed to the nines, but had no clue how to tie his tie... funny how these things work... and so mesonito did it, which was not deemable of notice until he said he needed to do it in the bathroom and proceeded to skip, yes skip! off down midoris hall... hehehe, if you want a demo of these antics, i will gladly preform... swissy and i yelped in mirth and she called him a girly man!!! A GIRLY MAN!!! not even i have done that yet...although i can practically gaurentee that i will! so i had my pizza on a plate, and had wandered in the direction of the piano... i turned, and smack! ran right into josh, the idgit, who wasnt more than an inch behind me!!! *indignant glance* it was so close... it almost stuck between us, the sauce side plastered to my already abused skirt, but alas! it dropped to the floor, and midori gave me this harrassed look, so i picked up the pizza, tucked tail, apologized profusely, and ate the pizza after inspecting it for hairs, of which i found none. i have no problem eating food off the floor strangely enough... you know, its a good thing that my skirt is black... i wore it to the dance anyways!!! so mesonito was like, ill be right back with my clothes and stuff, and so im like, alright, bye mesonito, bye mesonito, bye mesonito, harrying him out of the house. I think midori or swissy asked if he wanted to go home with lip marks all over his neck, and he hesitated at the door, wavering on the threshold of idiodicy (because i dont think that he realized we were mocking him) and leaving. so i said, shut the door behind you! and he did, and everybody moved back towards the table, and you know what? he opened the door again! idgit! midoris sharp tongue removed his presence for a final time, and we all had a snicker or two... or three, about that one... then everybody, but me and josh went to put makeup on, (and yes, i include mesonito in the everybody category on the firm foundation of him being a girly man!) so me and josh had a nice long relaxing chat... about absolutely nothing... *sigh* then i had to go and get ready, which really didnt take that long seeing as i didnt have to worry overmuch, or at all, about hair... i love these braids!
Act 4-
So we waltz in to be given the 'talk' and then head to the dance floor. now, let me describe to you how i felt. the tomboy, dressed in a black, non-jean skirt, covered in makeup, thrust into a society of ladies all wearing dresses and indulging in their desires to act properly... sigh, i must really really have some eccentric fasination with dances to expose myself thus... (by the way, concerning the 'talk' he mentioned bearhugging... what is that?) lets see, i was wearing cover up, blush, lipgloss, eyeshadow, eyeliner, and mascera... holy cow! thats 6 things! crimeny! however, i got to wear my sluttyest shirt, although a jacket to hide the sleevelessness, and my newly skanked out skirt... heck yess! it was fun-dark, loud, lots of people, disco ball, and the strangest punch concoction that i have ever tasted to this day... ah, who i danced with... besided a small mosh pit of boys, branden, mesonito, and my random pick of the night, michael, who actually, i guess, wasnt so random seeing as i used to live down the street from him, we had fun dancing in a circle and that good old cotton eye joe was of course a blast! danced with mesonito on ladies pick, and we played bumper hips with tia and hildes little twosomes... hehe, the boys wanted to call it bumper couples, but lets be honest, it was us, steering ourselves, and throwing ourselves into the other couples girl... ba-boing! hehe! to be truthfull, the only time mesonito ever lead was when i expressed a strong desire to hip check a couple we didnt know... lol! another interesting little doodadee occured when i let michael pretend that he was escorting me onto the dance floor... i was scouting for a good spot when he caught a friends attention and jerked his head at me and his friend then stared at me before nodding at michael... hello? did they think that i wasnt there or something? whatever, i actually thought that it was funny, and was hard pressed not to crack up... hes a nice guy though
Act 5-
end of dance, crap, its 11, we gotta go... race home, mums gone... oh gorsh, shes at midoris, looking for me, because she was going to pick me up... crap! ah well, i just cant go to any dances for a month, so *crosses fingers* lets hope that month does not cover any parking lot dance!!!! she wasnt that mad, which is good... i dunno though, i suspect things brewing beneath the surface on that one... hmmm.... so yall are gonna have to go and describe every detail to me! k? and all i have to say is... uhhhh... HECK YESSSS!!!

I LUFF YOU!!!

Before i start going off about my own life, id just like to apologize for not having written anything in forever, oh yeah, and join my tagged team!!! dont worry, ill come around and drown you all in my comments!!!

Act 1-

Oh yeah... so midori came home with me on Friday, and the plan man, yeah, the plan, was bowling that night... well, needlessly, we didnt. Its obviously been way too long since i last got in trouble, and as of late, i havent had much of a chance to get into trouble, but suddenly, we find mesonito and swiss miss in our midst... duh duh! people who are close enough to wander off with out asking and bug! YESSS!!! Well, we go home and immediantly stuff ourselves with several bowls of cinnamon toast crunch... i love that stuff... and just about every other kind of sugary cereal, but well ignore that. Then we wrote love letters to mesonito. (he doesnt know about my little flick does he? good) Were you guys there that day we tore into his back pack? if you were, you saw that he was holding onto two notes, (from girls! ooh ooh!) in the bottom of his bag. They were pathetic, (apologies to whoever wrote them) and so we decided to give him something that he could keep with pride... and prehaps a bit of embarrasment with the encouragement of a threat : D . We decided to go against the grain of our personalities... sorta, it just wasnt natural. Midori's was to the tune of, 'you're a hottie with a naughty body!' and mine was along the lines of, To the esteemed Mr. Adamson... well, you get the drift, if you wanna see the full thing, check mesonito's backpack... WHERE THEY SHOULD BE!!! *cough cough* my bad, tweaked out a bit... We spent a freaking long time, (well, actually, it was mostly me taking forever. Do you know how hard it is to write in cursive when you havent done it for YEARS?!?) writing them, and then we told my mom that we were going on a bike ride... not a lie, we did ride bikes, just not the total truth...

Act 2-

The ride there was uneventfull, unless you count the chain falling off of midori's/my mums bike, and then *witless expression* where did the letter go? so she fixed the bike, consequently absorbing the smell of a skunk on her hands, and i went and found the letter lying in the middle of the road about 5 min back... then we saw swissy! yay! (sorry that we never came back!!!) and managed to lose the carmex i stole from michelle/cowgirl somewhere in midori's bra and shirt... (funny, she couldnt even find it when she took a shower... $: ) so we get to mesenitos house... love letters clutched in sweaty fists... giggling maddly at how completely ridiculous the whole thing really was... and then the door opened... duh duh!

Act 3-

We ended up down stairs. Mesenito has a fun basement... we are volunteering his house as a summer hang out spot. (did i mention he has an x-box? hehe) Anyways, the whole reading thing was funny and then we're like, uh, lets go check out this supposedly completely spotless room... so we walk in and its like AAAAAH! it was scary guys! It looked like a guest room, hes taken to heart the quote, 'a place for everything, and everything in its place.' So of course i pulled clothes out of drawers, knocked things over, pulled things out of his closet, made sure everthing was properly strewn about the place, and then jacked one of his mechanical pencils... *throws self onto covers of mesonito's bed, properly wrinkeling them* phew, thats better. No teenage boy should ever be that organized and clean! It should be a sin. Then we ate his chocolate, i read his poems, tia shot me with his effing gun with these little plastic balls that believe it or not, stung, played with his toy cars that were efficiently stashed beneath his bed, and hung a purple pillow that said, Be Mine on his door, and oh crap, its dark... *bites nails* what to do now...

Act 4-

Mesonito, being a gentleman, or just utterly bored, decided to escort us home. Ok, for this part, im going to pretend to be mesonito... *smiles idiotically* hey guys! lets ride wildly down some dark rocky potholy roads in the pitch black along a canal and behind peoples houses in the pitch black where no one could hear us scream!!! *drops act* yeah, get my drift? We narrowly survive the harrowing trip home, all the while concocting some tale about why we are 1 or more hours late on out curfew... that was the biggest mistake of the night. (isnt that an understatement, i really regret doing that) So we get there, and me mum doesnt buy it at all... library closes at 5 *smacks forehead* doh! and so we go down stairs to see mesonito out...

Act 5-

(in my driveway, underneath the bright stars and shining moon... mesonito standing inert upon his bike, and midori and i stand before him... duh duh!)

Um, yeah, we were just standing there... and mesonito says... uh, kiss my neck... and i was like... uh... ok
and then i did... and then he left... and me and midori stood beneath the star freckled inky ocean sky, wreathed in moonbeams... laughing our sox off...

Act 6-

Ok, so what the heck just happened in the last scene...? wow... and so to a chorus of MOTHER-ER-ER-ER!!!! i woke midori... and we laughed again. After pancakes and playing tennis with all our aching body parts and my *proudly displays ankle* ace-bandage wrapped ankle, we lay in the sunshine, were forced to pay attention to the gaggle of strutting loud little 10 yr olds, and say that idgit matt drive past about 10 times... we're like, uh, lets take a walk... so we did... (oh yeah, did i mention we had a little clash with hair bleach? i think midori would get mad at me if i enclosed more details... heheheh) actually, on the walk, we only got up irving st. and then we called mesonito on my cell, and we're like, so yeah, what did your mum say? hehehe, guess what? they found the letters! Keira, hold me! and they walked away from them... he doesnt know if they saw the lipstick marks on his neck... (hehehe, what happened there?!! hazy memories... ) whoa, anyways, that doll left his room in natural (and relieving) disorginization! good boy! what a doll! what a star! so we had him over... i dunno how he always ends up hanging with us... must have something to do with the fact that he can drive himself and has free time that i have called shotgun to. So we waltzed up the hill... and we all sing together!: mandy and some friends! there were only 3 of them! they waltzed right up the hill and then they trotted back down again! and when they're up they're up! and when they're down they're down! and when they're only half way up they're neither up nor down!!! Yes, awesome blast from the past! so we started talking about Better Off Dead, and then im like, uh, lets go home and watch it... but alas, my unhappy with me mum was home and wouldnt surrender the tv... so we sat on my kitchen floor... then in mesonito's car down by the park, then on the shed roof... but i got ahead of myself...

Act 7-

Am i touchy? im starting to suspect that i am... hmmm... *purses lips thoughtfully* whoever thought that playing with toothpicks could be so excellently fun? and you know what we discovered? i have a big mouth. hehehe, i know that that was a shocker! and then we locked mesonito out. it was sooo funny! midori climbs in the front seat, and turns on the motor, and he FREAKED! got down on his knees, groping at the window with the most memorable expression on... kinda the same if i had sat on a cactus and really really wanted some lemonade... LOL! anyways, midori steps on the gas and i tweaked out and abandoned ship but soon got back in... so tia had the wheel, and we were quickly going nowhere. member when he called me a pet girl? well i got all catty... and close... and asked him if i was tame... ;D hehe... answer? a freaked out, yes, very... lol! anyways, we relocated from the car to the toys where we proceded to shove tia down the slide, then mesonito down the slide... but not me! haha! i was in on (or should i say on top) of both of them so i guess that adds up... well, we missed curfew again, but not to bad consequences... just not good ones. mesonito snuck up the stairs, and got to see my the inside of my room... we did see his, so i guess it was fair... bleh. and it was probably the only time that him being over and my room actually being clean coincided. bleh. midori left, and then mesonito was like, well, i should probably leave... and then i crossed my eyes and looked at the fuzzy blue russian looking hat clinging haphazardly to my head... then i looked soulfully at him. he did leave... eventually... ;D

Credits-

Yes, i know, credits are new, but i left out a lot... and some of it being, mesonito lost his bet twice over... midori got a 85 on her chem test, i got a 67, but poor little mesonito got a 65... haha! beat you twice! yeah, i bit his neck. : ) midori spooned me... just kidding! she denies it anyways... oh, and mesonitos mum thinks that i have a 'thing' for him. a thing? what the heck? for mesonito? nah! sorry to dissapoint anyone, but you know what i mean... but why not midori? what the heck! aaaaah! and swissy, im so sorry that we didnt come back, i really wanted to!!! and thats the end, duh duh! later guys!

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!!!