Funny Quotes

I imagine that everybody is ready to shoot me in the street for not having posted for weeks. Here is another post to preserve the peace! Funny quotes from the last three days: "Oh, first you steal Connecticut Avenue and now you steal my mad skill too!" -Me, playing Monopoly w/ family "But putting your game piece on every square is fun! It's like taking a little trip!" -Mom, playing Monopoly "They're the type of boys that fill water guns with milk and them squirt them at each other." -Kate, talking about her old neighbors "Now that Apples has embarassed herself in front of the city and county of Broomfield exactly seventy times..." -Me, slipping down the hill when going sledding

It's Beginning to Look a Lot like Christmas...

Heck yes it is! TIS SNOWING! And not the crappy half-inch stuff either! 7 INCHES! But of course school won't be cancelled. (I'm trying reverse psycology, if I say it won't close school, it will) And christmas decorations are up, people are baking cookies, this is a picture perfect christmas! demeI need to start making/buying presents!

Utah...

I have emerged, struggling, from the evil clutches of the car after a eight-hour battle. This sounds a lot cooler than "I just drove home from Utah." That was really long in a way, and really short in another. Here is a summary of the trip's events.

• Tuesday: Pack for trip.
• Have dad get very mad at mum for taking forever.
• Drive from house.
• Get severely POed at Mo for getting the wrong cord for the DVD player, cutting off some of our entertainment.
• Spend eight hours listening to Pride and Prejudice, eating Mike+Ike's until wanting to throw up, sleeping, having people sleep on your lap, listing all the geographical landmarks beginning with "A", and reading.
• Enter Utah Valley.
• Go on trip down memory lane with mom and dad from their college days (insert Mo: "Hey, look Moriah! There's where you were concieved!" Thanks Dad.)
• *Grumpily retrieves the keyboard from Mo* Give Randy+ Jen (aunt and uncle) and offspring (Kiersten, Natalie, Ian and Truman) fifteen minute warning before we show up.
• Show up and talk for several minutes.
• Make plans to go to dinner to Brick Oven (a pizza place where, fun fact, Dad took Mum on the date when he first kissed her) with Randy+Jen+Offspring.
• Register for Turkey Trot, four-mile race on Turkey day.
• Go to Brick Oven with Randy+Jen+Offspring, order pasta, stuff face.
• Go back to R+J+O's house.
• Play scrabble with Mo, Kiersten, and Natalie.
• Go home, fall asleep in car.
• Arrive at grandparent's empty house that we are staying at while they're in Japan.
• Wednesday: Get mad because everybody is taking forever to get ready.
• Revive Mo from heart attack after seeing our uncle David's picture of when he was younger, and looked a lot like a certain someone...
• Shop at Wal-Mart for christmas presents for relations, food (there is none of it in the house), and ballet flats for Mo.
• Go home, have lunch, watch Back to the Future III.
• Drive to Seth+Karelynn (aunt+uncle) and offspring (Kenzie+Kendyl)'s house.
• Take tour of house, gape at some of Seth's drawings. (he's an animator for Sony (he was using GOLD LEAF))
• Watch Surf's Up (one of the movies Seth worked on) with cousins. It was definitely better than Monster House.
• Drive home.
• Cooked dinner, ate dinner.
• Watched Mobsters and Mormons, one of the funniest movies EVER! Even dad was laughing his head off!
• Go to bed.
• Thursday, Turkey Day: Awoken by mother at 5 am. Not very happy about this.
• Get ready to run a race. Am cautioned about how cold it is out there.
• Go to race. Realize how cold it is out there.
• Meet up with relations. (Grandpa Hippen, Aunt Holly, Cousins Allison, James, Elaine, and Steven, Aunt Hillory, Cousins Serenity and Katie, Uncle Seth, Aunt Karelynn, Cousins Kenzie and Kendyl, Uncle Nate, Aunt Heather, Cousins Chase, Avery and Courtney, Uncle Eran, Aunt Hannah, and Cousin Sydney *whew*)
• Participate in Turkey Trot. Make up story about worm mosh pit. Nearly get frostbite.
• Eat after race snacks, watch "kid's races".
• Try to win turkey/pie from random drawing. Are grievously disappointed.
• Go home, use binoculars to view huge stoplight. Scream. Get laughed at.
• Watch Earnest. (P2P's version was better, but this one is still great!)
• Take nap.
• Wake up.
• Take another nap.
• Go to Grandparent's house for Thanksgiving dinner.
• Watch Meet the Robinsons (pretty stupid) with cousins
• Engage in lively conversation with Aunts and Uncles (Eran is so funny!)
• Watch part of Night at the Museum witih cousins.
• Uncle Eric, Aunt Ginette, and Cousins Connor and Declan arrive.
• Eat Thanksgiving dinner. Get third helpings. Nearly throw up.
• Go on walk with some of relations (too lazy to list them all)
• Return to eat "the pie course".
• Eat a slice of pumpkin pie. Feared explosion.
• Watch part of "Hairspray" with cousins.
• Discuss scary movies with Aunts and Uncles.
• Go home, sleep.
• Friday: Spend eight hours listening to Pride and Prejudice, eating Mike+Ike's and Milk Duds until wanting to throw up, sleeping, having people sleep on your lap, and reading.
• Return home to our 45 degree house in honor and glory.

Looking back, I watched a lot of movies and nearly threw up quite a lot on this trip. Oh well. Hope everyone had lots of purkey and some tumpkin tie!

The Optimism List

Things I'm Happy About or Thankful For

1. I'm alive.

2. My mother

3. My father

4. My sister

5. God's love

6. That I live in a free land

7. I have a house

8. Said house has heating

9. I have enough food

10. I get to learn about a lot of stuff

11. I have the means to communicate with my friends.

12. I have friends.

13. I have amazing friends.

14. I have clothes

15. Music

16. Encores

17. Great books

18. Fuzzy socks

19. When an audience starts clapping on the beat

20. Michael Buble

21. When your sister writes stories and puts you in them

22. Musicals

23. The Hallelujah chorus

24. Humming

25. Colorful sharpies

26. Finding old journals from third grade

27. Christmas

28. Babies

29. Talking to computers

30. Having Taz make your make-up crazy

31. Thanksgiving

32. Finding Ms. Bunting's break-up notes in your desk

33. Discussing these notes for fifteen minutes in class

34. Completely mental Beatles songs

35. Muffins

36. 3/4 time signature

37. Hair Curlers

38. Little girls with really poofy dresses

39. Little boys with huge cumberbuns

40. Boys wearing suits

41. Shouting out an answer at Brain Bowl

42. Orange peelers

43. Clementines at Thanksgiving

44. The shuffle button on music players

45. Old people pretending to be Jamaican

46. Bean bags

47. Socks that say "no nonsense" on them

48. No school

49. Snow

50. Autumn leaves not getting raked

51. Running around with your friends screaming because of a tick

52. Your teachers treating you like an equal

53. Pumpkin cake

54. Waterfalls in the mountains

55. Having straight A's (that'd be something to be happy about!)

56. Getting published (in my dreams)

57. Looking out the window of a plane and seeing both the ocean

and the mountains

58. Cream pan and orange juice for breakfast

59. Sudoku books

60. Driving in a car at night in Wyoming

61. Being able to see so many more stars than normal while driving because of little light pollution in Wyoming

62. That we're done with inequalities in math (they suck, especially absoulute value inequalitites)

63. Being able to make french silk pie.

64. Playing duck-duck-goose with cousins

65. Aspen trees

66. The Flatirons

67. Playing silent ball and *accidentally* hitting Johnathan's head in Science class

68. That I don't have cancer or other deadly diseases.

69. Mangoes

70. Mondays off (no early forensics!)

71. Borrowing Mo's shirts

72. 50 cent mashed potatoes at the cafeteria

73. Shakespeare

74. Lying in a beam of sunlight on a saturday morning

75.Tire swings

76. Zoos

77. Pillow Fights

78. Cats sitting in my lap

79. Singing in the shower

80. Playing stalker/secret agent/spy

81. Running around in the rain and getting soaked

82. Pajama pants

83. Pie day in math class

84. Frost on pine trees

85. Finished kitchens

86. Ice cream for $.50 at Little America

87. "We built this city" by Starship

88. Indian curry

89. Japanese curry

90. Little Japanese kids coming up to you and saying "He-ro. War ar yo furom?"

91. No family members are convicted felons.

92. Simon and Garfunkel

93. Trampolines

94. Designing cruise ships with Erin in Access.

95. Foam pits.

96. Chocolate

97. President Bush's regime is nearly over

98. Discussing Etymology with your sister during church

99. Writing stories

100. Cucumber sandwiches

Say goodbye to Tabasco Sauce

Bye,bye,tabasco sauce!

I feel alone...

Everyone else is jumping on the romance bandwagon, while I alone am single. I fear I will never see a bachelorette of a score again! I don't understand romance. It just seems like an unending flow of embarrasment, depression, hurt, and angst. I am going to have to start a society with UC1 which celebrates single people. The world is driving me crazy.

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Warriors Fanfiction

Well... it seems I haven't been blogging in quite a while. I've been writing my Fanfiction, and have three chapters done! To read them, go to Fanfiction.net, look under books, then warriors, and find the story Goldenpaw. If you can't remember who's who, e-mail me at *censored* to get the full alleigances.

Well... It's Snowing!

How awesome is that? It has snowed all morning! Maye there will be enough to go sledding in if this keeps up! I'm totally freaking out about the first snow of the season!But due to the extreme irony saturation in my life, I'll probably come back to this post in a month when the snow is waist deep and laugh...

My Humor Article

I've decided to follow Kenz's lead and write a humor article, and this is the beginning. Enjoy! *************

Recently, my grade took a field trip to the Denver Museum of Nature and Science to learn the important life skills of reducing museum workers to tears and breaking priceless objects. You cannot learn these in a classroom environment, due to the lack of museum workers and priceless objects, so you must travel abroad in a school bus. The school bus is vitally important, because it is where most of a child’s bullying occurs. My school does not own school buses (can you believe that?), so we must rent them from a neighboring school for a lot of money. I believe that if these field trip buses were abolished, the school would have enough money to build its own private jet and no longer have to hold fundraisers in the form of family-oriented kickball games. On this particular field trip, we went to visit a temporary exhibit on the Titanic. This was obviously given a lot of thought, so that the field trip could be as fundamentally boring as possible. When I am old, I will become a field trip coordinator. I would be able to make field trip activities fun for the children, such as the Arvada Center, which contains a humongous sea monster that students can climb on, then fracture their skulls when they fall, attempting to enter the sea creature’s nostril. This is not the only attraction. There is also a spinning tiger that the children swarm on and see who can stay on the longest and then puke.

Funny Quotes from My Life

• "People who drink are crap chuggers!" -Lola
• "If I were you, I'd jump off this railing thingy right now!" -Me
• "Luckily, I have learned international swear words." -Dian Fossey, from a book I'm reading

Plotially

I have invented a new word: Plotially. Adverb. Definition: referring to the plot of a story or movie. Example, this is an actual quote from me, "Well, I know that it's plotially important, but still...". I thought this word was so cool, I had to blog about it. Anybody have the phone number for Mirriam or Webster?

Ferntail!

HI! My friend, Ferntail (real name = anonymous) is currently w' me, blogging! She is the MAIN Warriors fanatic, and she introduced me to Varjak Paw, and Warriors, of course. Then I introduced Apples and UC2 to warriors, and so on. So everyone stop by and say HI! We're having a sleepover and it'd be cool to have U guys comment as fun surprises! YAYA! No wai. Ya wai. OMG< liverpig = GOD> Nevermind. MUTANT GERBILS HAVE EATEN MY BRAIN!!!!!!!

Luv U all,

Kumquat~Obsessions.

May you all be obsessed with kumquats and live your lives full of Essence of Kumquats.

And also full of all night juice tastings... haha!

Warriors II

That is a great idea, a Warriors fanfiction! You should send it to Erin Hunter*, she said in her*last email newsletter that she was looking for ideas for Dark River! you should TOTALLY SUBMIT IT, that'd be cool if she used one of your ideas! And can I be in RiverClan, not Thunderclan? But if you do do that, (change my Clan) I'd have to have a new name. How about Snowpaw? If not, Silverpaw (my personal favorite)? Or if those don't work, Ashpaw? And if you can't change my Clan, can I just be Sagepaw? Or Russetpaw? There. Lotsa choices.

Warrior names

I am writing a warriors fanfic where everyone is a cat in Thunderclan. The people Mo's age are warriors, so they're older then the people my age. Here are some warrior names. Tell me if you like yours or not. *

UC1=Feathersong

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Mo=Rainfoot

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Kenz= Silverfur

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Kelsey= Mossclaw

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Olive=Nightstorm

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Ravenwing=TB

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Me=Goldenpaw

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Kumquats=Riverpaw

I am agitated.

UC1, I know I just stole your post title, but I don't care. I'm still agitated! Kumquats keeps insulting my blog-ness! I don't care if I only post once a week, Okay? And here I am, blogging twice a day! I don't think that comment was justified. Also, I cannot draw, which is agitating me since I have to draw a book cover for English. I have gotten as far as to write the title and by Apples ******. Yarg.

Yay! New contributor!

I am currently OFFICIALLY part of Apples's blog. Though she still is administrator Wah! but I will be posting a lot of posts. I have already posted more in a day than apples posts in a WEEK But now, Kumquat Obsessions will be posting all on her own! Luv ya, Kumquats

Fairly Humorous Quotes From Yesterday I forgot to Post

"I look like a cake"~ Unnatural Child,commenting to Apples and I about her dress "You already gave us one!" "We know! We like your house!"~ Yon telling us that we had already ding-dong-ditched him and given him a card with a Snickers taped to it, Taz (except Yon didn't know it was me) giving him more, because we took too many from the bag "He gave us rambutan fruits that are moldy and closely resemble hairy spiky *wordnotfittoputonapublicblog*" ~ Dad commenting to Apple's mom on the rambutan fruits our grandpa sent us. "Uh... Mom? What was that all about? I mean, Mom is in shock, Unnatural Child 1 is looking at our food in bewilderment, and Taz is currently hyperventilating into paper bag with her head upside down" ~ Dad talking to Grandma about the food Grandpa send us (described in earlier post) Just trying to keep up my sense of humor! Taz

You know you are a string playing nerd when...

1. You find yourself vibratoing on the kitchen table.
2. While practicing a speech you will be making, you put music dynamics as the cues.
3. You think that the joke about the pricipal violist and the cunductor is funny.
4. You find yourself humming the second violin part to Rozin Eating Zombies from Outer Space, when you don't play violin.
5. Your most expensive item you own is not your Iphone or your car, but your instument.

Buahahaaaa... *strikes again*

I am abusing my blog priveleges. Buahaha... *strikes again* I love having a blog! I post a lot more than Apples does. Somebody comment! I haven't gotten one on one of my posts yet. Comments =/are *squee!!!!* Teh (UBER! )Awesome Taz Juice Tastings (Inside joke. I'm not gonna try to explain. It's a secret...haha) Mutant gerbils are eating my brain.. Help! I'm falling in loooooove. Grrrrr... Let the pigeons eat LOVE. Love is bad. It makes yo do strange things. *ehemehemehemMORIAH=TBehem* No offense to anybody who is currently in love. Poor me. My fingers are cold. My head is cold. my feet are warm. I am weird. So is JUICE TASTING IN THE MIDDLE OF THE NIGHT AT 1:00 in the morning. You'll get the juice tasting jokes in about a month. When Apples and I are done w'- ACK!!! THE PIGEONS ATE MY TONGUE!!!! stupid pigeons. BYe. AND COMMENT!!!!!! COMMENT LOTS!!!!!!! The square root of pi = the first digit of seventy-one squared (multiplied by seven to the seventh power cubed) I HATE math. History, (YES APPLES! IT KILLED ME TO SAY THAT!) WORLD HISTORY

From teh uber awesome Taz

Apples needs to post more. If you agree, say on your comment- <"Hear Hear!" said Moriah raucously, holding her flagon of ale high up above her head.> That's it. 1 Teh Uber Awesome Taz

OMG, My soooo cool day!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Hi! This is Taz, and I'm posting on Apple's account until she figures out how to invite me to join the blog. Yay! Ok. I had the coolest day today! Drew and painted and listened to the Chiles (Red Hot Chili Peppers) and Evanescence in english for 1 and 1/2 hours, Mummified a brussel sprout in History, Got to paint some more in Study Hall, so Mr. S (Safnex) decided to show the class how to paint with tape(putting tape in a square on a piece of paper, painting spirals, then signing his name and giving it to Ms. Salvo. !o.O!) Then I went to Sr. M's class and yelled at some obnoxious 10th graders who were terrorizing sr.m's hat THEN I went to Apple's house and picked up my stuff THIS IS WHERE IT GETS MORE INTERESTlNG! *** I got home and wuz doing Spanish (blorp) when this USB guy comes staggering up to our door wheeling a 150 pound box up to our door. dad is all OMG when he sees it's from Grandpa. He sends us weird things all the time (flash light that reflects on the clouds, a seatbelt cutter and window breaker in case we are trapped in a car that has fallen off a bridge, indoor grill so it wouldn't smell up our porch, just the HOUSE) So dad looks inside and goes OH MY GOSH. He had sent us 150 pounds of FOOD! Anything from 10 pounds (literally, we weighed it) of chocolate, pepperoni, foreign rambutan fruits that resemble rotten moldy hairy spiky balls of mud, marinara sauce, lentils, dried black beans, half a dozen onions, another 15 lbs of snickers, mints, and mr goodbars, hersheys minis, and krackels as padding (no kidding) garlic, canned artichoke hearts, jellied beets, canned STRAWBERRIES (what's the point of un-fresh strawberries?)and lots more strange things. If u want the full inventory, email Taz at (deleted by Apples' sister- if you have a problem with that, tough). I personally thing that Grandpa sent it as a mid-life-crisis joke for dad.Then I hyperventilated, called Apples, and she came over and we goggled at all the stuff. Then we saw 2,000 sandhill cranes migrating. It was amazing! Thay made so much noise! Then me and Apples went around the neighborhood wding dong ditching people and leaving them treats from the 15 pounds of padding. And we had a lovely dinner of salad, peppercorn pasta and cutlets! So Apples and I logged on to her blog and Apples tried on 1 of UC1's dresses. Now Apples's mom is here and I am frantically typing, Apples is changing back into normal clothes, and UC1 is going on about the fact that the english can't speak, so that's all! I'll post later. Love you all, Taz

Halloween

Wow, I haven't blogged in like, forever. I'll blog about my Halloween costume! I'm going to be Eowyn, from Lord of the Rings! If you don't know who Eowyn is, go watch Lord of the Rings. I'm going to borrow a dress from UC1, curl my hair, and I'm Eowyn! Yay!

My day...

• Math: Whiteboard work. That would have been fun except I had to work with Adam Griffith (If you know who he is, pity me. if not, you don't want to know)
• History: Pretest. That was boring. Will she shut up about the 8 features of civilization?
• Orchestra: Playing with Ms. John. Do I need elaborate?
• Spanish: We had to impersonate a Latino celebrity. I was Penelope Cruz...
• English: Fifty minutes of Boof droning about "leads" in banned books. Yeah.
• Science: That test was HARD! 50 multiple choice Q's and two super long essay questions with Mr. S's stupid answer sheet.
• Practicing cello. Funfunfun! My A string is about to break.
• Piano lesson. I've started a new series of piano books, and these ones don't have gay pictures!
• Homework: Contacto sucks.
• Quizzle doing: I am so out of practice!
• Jumping on trampoline w/ Moriah: it's fun to do wierd poses while jumping and look at your shadow.

Wasn't that exciting?

Mexican Independence Day, San Cristóbal, 2007

This is for Taryn. If you're not Taryn, ignore this.

Celebration of Mexican Independence Day 2007

This is for Taryn. If you're not Taryn, ignore this.

Chapter Four!

This is part four everybody. WOOT! I'll put in stars at the end of a paragraph. We continued driving for two days, only stopping once every three hours to go to the bathroom. We once stopped at Wal-Mart to stock up on groceries so we wouldn’t have to stop for meals. I was sick of microwave waffles, but no one gave any hint of almost being at our destination, wherever that was. I guessed we were in the Sierra Nevada Mountains because we were long past the Rockies. These mountains seemed different than the ones I had grown up with, with more trees but less pines. ******************************************************************* We were driving on a very steep bumpy gravel road now. There were trees almost two feet away from me. The road was very overgrown, and I guessed that nobody took this path often. I was ready to be out of the car that I had lived in for two days. Finally, we stopped. I had no idea why. There was no sign of a parking lot, and the road continued. “Everybody out!” Hannah called. *********************************************************************** We stepped out of the car and continued on the path. I was nervous because we had nothing with us, no clothes, no food, no supplies. I hoped wherever we were going they had all these things, including a shower. I realized with disgust that I had not showered in a week. My hair must have been an oily dirty mess. We traveled on with little conversation for about an hour. I was very weak, and the road was getting steeper and steeper. “How much further?” I said breathlessly. *********************************************************************** “About another minute more. Look, you can see it up ahead!” Ms. Coleman replied. I could see nothing. ************************************************************************** When we had continued on for another minute, like Ms. Coleman had said, we were at the top of the mountain. You should have been able to see for miles, but I couldn’t see anything. All I could see was blackness. Suddenly, a deer ran out of the copse of trees next to us. In a very uncharacteristic way, the deer directly approached us. Angelina walked up to it, stroked its beautiful head, and said softly, “Salve.” ************************************************************************** The blackness disappeared. I could see the other side of the mountain. When I looked out, my jaw dropped.

Blame Game

For my many problems, I blame...

1. Mr. Safranek for messing up my mind and making me not able to write a story that doesn't involve biomes.
2. High School Musical for making me want to sing in Latin.
3. Alckhida because they're easy to blame.
4. The school counselors for the same reason as number 3.
5. City elections because when I dream, now I dream of purple posters saying "Vote for Lori Cox!"
6. Boys because they make everything difficult (or at least middle school boys).

Part Three

This one is a lot shorter. “Please! Can somebody explain: one, why you all just smuggled me out of the hospital, two, how long Hannah has known how to drive, and three, where we are going!” I said, frustrated. “We’ll explain later. Now we just have to get a move on.” Angelina said. “Come on, I’ll sit back here with you.” “Me too.” Ms. Coleman announced. They climbed in on either side of me. Hannah slammed on the gas and we sped out of the parking lot. Boulder whizzed past me. “Come on, who wants ice cream?” Angelina called. I realized I hadn’t eaten since the bagel three days ago. I was ravenous. Angelina dished me a strawberry caramel sundae, and I put on my favorite comedy ever, The Dish. After about an hour, darkness began to fall. I loved looking out the window of the car at night. I slowly succumbed to sleep. When I woke up, it was morning. The weeds and cattle fences were unmistakably Wyoming. Olivia wasn’t kidding about the long drive. “How many more miles?” Ms. Coleman said sleepily. I must have woken her up. “We’re almost there. Kenz, can you toss me another Mountain Dew? It’s hard to drive all night without caffeine.” Hannah said kindly. I opened the fridge and dug around for a can of Hannah’s proffered soda. Once I had handed it to her, she exclaimed, “There it is!” I scanned the horizon and saw a cluster of buildings. As we pulled into the parking lot, I saw the sign Little America. “Little America?” I said perplexedly. “Why are we stopping here?” “To get breakfast, silly!” Hannah said too cheerily for 5:00 AM. The caffeine was making her giddy. She pulled into the parking lot. When I got out of the car, I realized that I felt better. I could walk normally. We entered the main building and I saw a diner. Everything was upholstered in red. We sat on the stools and placed our orders. I had had ice cream for dinner, and wanted to get rid of my slight sugar headache. I hungrily ate my smoothie and toast, and I felt like I was back at home, not in the middle of Wyoming with my best friends and my teacher. The only other people in the restaurant, besides the waitress, were two more people, eating their own breakfast. When I met the eyes of one of them, I shuddered. There was nothing strange about him. The person I was looking at was wearing jeans, a t-shirt, and a hat. Your typical truck driver. But everything about him scared me. His look was of pure hatred to me, and I don’t think it was because I ordered the only toast. I wanted to run as far from this man as possible. When Ms. Coleman noticed that the customer was looking at me, she dropped her fork. “It’s really time to be going, guys.” She inclined her head to the diners. “Yeah, we’re really on a tight schedule!” Angelina chanted. Ms. Coleman hastily paid the bill and hustled me out.

My Nerdy List

You know your family is nerdy beyond description when... 1. Your mom and sister call themselves "subjunctivo queens" 2. The can't-miss TV night is not the finale of American Idol, but the National Spelling Bee. 3. You've known how to budget using Excel since you were 4. 4. You have a map of the world hanging in your basement. 5. Your parents read your history, science, and English textbooks for pleasure.

Part II

This part is shorter, due to writers' block. Enjoy! The bus lumbered at about two miles an hour. Everybody was very antsy, itching to go home. We finally reached the tiny clump of woods next to the school. The bus was following the tiny path alongside the creek. The windshield wipers were frantically moving back and forth, Mr. Saize trying to see through the snow that had started to fall again. My friends were acting weird again, nervously glancing up at the windshield every few seconds. I tried to concentrate on the fact that we were going home, but this feeling of dread was creeping over me. How was I supposed to know I would never go home? Suddenly, a deadly screech jerked us all back to our senses. Mr. Saize had slammed on the brakes, but that was a mistake. We must have slid on a patch of ice. We were turning almost 360°, when the bus lurched. We were turning over. Everything went black. *********** When I woke up, at first I didn’t know where I was. Everything was white all around me. As my vision cleared, I saw the faces of my three best friends, and, even stranger, Ms. Coleman. They all looked very relieved to see me awake. I tried to speak, but all I could feebly muster was “whhaaaat?” “Oh my gosh, you’re alive!” Angelina said breathlessly. “What do you mean?” I said shakily. Then I remembered. The snowstorm. The bus. A wave of sickness swept over me. I vomited on my blanket. “Oh gross.” Olivia said, staring at the pool of vomit on my bed. “Olive!” Hannah said indignantly. I finally looked down at myself. One of my arms was in a cast. I had a nasty gash on my leg, like something had scratched me. I tried to move, but couldn’t. Instead, I said, “What happened?” “The bus slid and crashed into the river. The other bus driver called 911 and they got everyone to a hospital. You’ve been unconscious for three days.” I finally realized where I was. “On a completely different topic, we have to get you out of here.” said Ms. Coleman brightly. “How? Why?” They told me the plan. They had stolen four sets of nurse’s outfits and a huge cart that they use to deliver flowers and cards and stuff. It took all four of them to carry me to the cart and set me down inside it. They put covered me with a blanket and I felt like a slave on the Underground Railroad, but I tried to put those thoughts out of my head. Then, all around me, they put tulips and daisies and all types of flowers imaginable. Directly on top of me, they put dozens of cards. I felt like a prisoner of Hallmark. Then they put stuffed lions, monkeys, dogs, and many more stuffed animals on top. I heard their voices faintly, “That’s great, you totally can’t tell she’s there.” Suddenly, we were moving. It was hard to breathe, but I focused on the fact that I was finally getting out and going home. A strange muffled voice above me said, “Good morning, Christine.” “Good morning.” Hannah replied. She must have been impersonating a hospital worker named Christine. After a while, we stopped and I heard the ding of an elevator. I was wheeled in, and I felt the swooping sensation of going down. We were on our way out. Once the downward sensation stopped, we left the elevator. Once we were moving again, I heard loud microphone feedback, then Angelina’s voice on the intercom. “Code blue, we have a code blue, to room 705!” I could hear loud footsteps around me as all the hospital workers rushed to room 705. In the chaos, we must have been able to slip out rather easily. I felt the cold winter air as soon as we got outside. All of my “rescuers” began to dig me out of the pile, and I saw where I was for the first time. We were in a parking lot, with only a few cars in it. The massive snowstorm had left and so the world was simply doused in slush. Hannah quickly helped me out of the infernal cart and got out car keys. I heard an automatic unlocker click, and a door opened on a white Mazda. Angelina came rushing out of a back door to the hospital. “Come on, we have to move.” She said, slightly out of breath. I walked to the car with the help of Ms. Coleman, and climbed in the back seat. Hannah took the driver’s seat, which scared me a little. I mean, Hannah’s thirteen. I finally took a good look around the car, It was amazing. It has everything. It had a mini fridge, stocked with sodas and ice cream, it had a TV and DVD player, a hundred books, a CD player. I realized the tiny car couldn’t fit everything, but I didn’t care. Olivia buckled me up and said, “We have a long drive ahead of us.”

A contest!

Try and figure out what this picture is of and where it's from (hint: My Dad took it on August 11th, 2007. A prize to the correct guesser! (Moriah you can't guess because you already know)

Ariel is Tired

Moriah wants me to post, so I'm posting. Taz and I might go to the mall 2morrow. Yay! ARE YOU HAPPY MORIAH?

School

I hate Middle School. Too much work. So exhausting. Meh.

Funny Quotes from my life...

Moriah, please don't throw up all over the keyboard! Little houses are an abiotic factor! Hey, you can jump that bishop! Write about your first breakup. I was five.

The Music Quiz

HOW DO YOU FEEL TODAY? Yesterday (huh?) WHAT'S YOUR OUTLOOK ON LIFE? Sukiyaki (so my outlook on life is a beef and vegetable dish... huh.) WHAT DOES YOUR FAMILY THINK OF YOU? I will follow (I feel good inside... that means that they will support me * breaks down*) WHAT DO YOUR FRIENDS THINK OF YOU? Knowing me, knowing you (does that mean we are like in a circle, or the breaking up part) WHAT DO STRANGERS THINK OF YOU? At the beginning (that's wierd the 3rd word is strangers, meaning they'll get to know me?) WHAT DO YOUR EX(S) THINK OF YOU? Nowhere Man ( i think this means I don't exist after they break up w/ me?) HOW IS YOUR LOVE LIFE? Wizard Chess ( there's a double meaning in that!) HOW WILL YOUR LOVE LIFE BE IN THE FUTURE? Magic Works (what?) WILL YOU GET MARRIED: Can't smile without you (can't figure out if that means yes or no) WILL YOU HAVE KIDS?Suburbia (i think that's yes because suburban women have kids) ARE YOU GOOD AT SCHOOL? The Name of the Game (...) WILL YOU BE SUCCESSFUL IN LIFE? The Angry Song ( this doesn't look good) WHAT SONG SHOULD THEY PLAY ON YOUR BIRTHDAY? The lion sleeps tonight (?) WHAT SONG SHOULD THEY PLAY AT YOUR FUNERAL? Everytime we Touch (k...) THE SOUNDTRACK OF YOUR LIFE: Piano Man (that sounds bad) YOU AND YOUR BEST FRIEND ARE: My Teacher is a Werewolf (any ideas?) HAPPY TIMES: There she Goes (uh) SAD TIMES: It's a miracle (yeah, cause that makes a lot of sense) EVERYDAY: Always Something there to Remind Me FOR TOMORROW: By your Side (that sounds good) FOR YOU: What is This Feeling WHAT DOES NEXT YEAR HAVE IN STORE FOR ME? Defying Gravity (ILl learn to fly!!!!!!) WHAT DO I SAY WHEN LIFE GETS TOO HARD? Every Heartbeat WHAT SONG WILL I DANCE TO AT MY WEDDING? It's the End of the World as we Know It (!!!!!)WHAT DO YOU WANT AS A CAREER? Uptown Girl (buisnesswoman?)YOUR FAVOURITE FEELING? Wouldn't it be Nice (wistful?) YOUR FAVOURITE SAYING? Let it Be (that makes sence but not for me) HOW WILL YOU DIE? Alone on Valentine's Day (broken heart, suicide)

Sorry

Sorry I haven't posted in a while. I'm having a busy week, and it's going to get busier. I have a birthday party, registration, a piano lesson, and a backpacking trip in the next three days, not counting practicing, math, and chores.

Update

My tooth came out last night. yay!

Mom is sick : (

She is feeling awful, and i think she has a cold. We've ordered her to stay in bed and are cooking dinner doing dishes, etc. I wish she would get better.

Annoyingness

My tooth is bugging me. It's really loose, but not loose enough to come out.

Read this first!

The asterisks are stopping points, they are not swear words. This is not all one paragraph, but hte stupid bloggong format doesn't let you see it.

At last, it is here!

The first chapter of my story! If you see something about you, like your name or your personality, umm... it had nothing to do with me, don't sue me. *runs away* By the way, If you have an idea for the name of the story, comment it to me.

“♪We were talking together, I said what’s up with this weather, don’t know…♪” CLICK. I shut off the stupid alarm clock. My name is Mackenzie Lawrence, and I am not a morning person. ”TGIF,” I muttered as I hauled myself out of bed and put on my favorite T-shirt and khakis. I’m not exactly what you’d call a tomboy. I tried to tame my wild dark hair into submission and brushed my teeth. I had my normal breakfast of a raspberry smoothie and a piece of toast. I slung my backpack over my shoulder and ran to the bus stop down the street from my house, where I was greeted by my best friends Hannah Smith, Olivia Dunham, and Angelina Gardener. Hannah is a little ray of sunshine, Olivia is an über-cynic of doom with a sense of humor and hair the color of ripe tomatoes, and Angelina is smart and quiet except for when she is singing. “Kenz, guess what?” said Hannah, running her fingers through her perfect blonde hair. “I’m getting my braces off February 12th!” We all squealed with happiness for her. Hannah had had her braces on since fourth grade, and now, in seventh, she was ready to get rid of them. The big yellow turtle of a bus lumbered down the street and screeched to a halt before us. We climbed on and found our usual spots, then talked the entire bus ride about the movie night we would have in honor of Hannah’s straight teeth. Much too soon, we had pulled up to Northern Valley Middle School known by most as “The Pit.” “Cheers to another long day,” Olivia groaned and we filed off the bus and parted into twos for class. Hannah and I had the exact same schedule; it was sort of frightening. First was P.E. We had to run the mile in those oh, so fashionable T-shirts and black shorts. Luckily, class was inside. It was nice for a January day, but in Colorado, weather changes more often than I change my clothes. Second period: science. Olivia was there, but Angelina was in a higher class. It was forty-five minutes of listening to Mr. “Simon” Saize drone on about density. Mr. Saize was this sixty year-old guy who was bald and wore a suit every day. He was so boring sometimes, but don’t let that fool you. He hated me as if I had tracked mud into his house and then burned his grade book, though of course I hadn’t. Hannah, Olivia and I played tic-tac-toe the entire time until “Simon” started staring at me. “Detention, Ms. Lawrence. See me on Monday morning.” Ugh! “Sorry about your detention,” Hannah sympathized after science, practically shouting over the noise in the crowded hallway. “It totally wasn’t fair.” “Since when has Simon been kind?” I said, more weary than angry. “You have a point there.” Angelina said, slamming the door of her locker shut. Third period was Orchestra. Ms. Coleman is nice, but a little strange. She always wears a tie-dyed T-shirt to school, even though that isn’t in the dress code and has posters like “Peace through Music”. Our concert isn’t for another month, but she makes us prepare way ahead. She always puts me in the first chair, even though I’m not that good of a violinist; Hannah is the good one. Ms. Coleman makes it seem like I’m the best in the world, but I’m shockingly average. Sorry, back to this actual period. She made us open the window for the “Song of the Wind,” but it was really windy. I guess that was her idea of inspiration. All the music kept blowing off our stands, but did Ms. Coleman care? Maybe she is just immune to wind or something, I thought. Also, watch your tense, you slip between present and past. Good though! During English class we went to the library and worked on our “Human Suffering and the Individual Triumph” Power points, where mostly what we did was talk and check our e-mail instead of working. The idiots who had used the library last period had opened the windows. Ms. Coleman must be rubbing off on them, I thought to myself. It makes me furious when they do that because they can’t just freeze off their behinds but they have to freeze off ours, too. The wind was howling. “Hey, Hannah, could you close the window?” I said, trying to sound unconcerned at the librarian’s huge stack of papers that blew all over the library with a large gust. “What? Sure.” I could tell she wasn’t really listening, but she seemed a little more concerned, like she was pondering wise thoughts or something that sounds intelligent. ************ When we were finally freed from the library, Olivia, Hannah, Angelina and I got in the lunch line to wait for the entrée; corn dogs. Hannah seemed to have snapped out of her wise thoughts trance. Olivia shared with us a horror story she’d read about a girl who had had to eat nothing but corn dogs for a week. The thought chilled us to the bone. I mean, corn dogs are just plain gross. After lunch, we went to Math, where we learned about FOIL. Our teacher, Ms. Lang, is really nice, but that still didn’t change the fact that FOIL is just about as exciting as videos about Colorado miners. At the very end of class, the power went out. It was freezing, and the rain had turned to snow. All four of us were on one chair to keep from freezing; me at the bottom. We got a “stay in your seats and don’t panic” speech from the Ms. Lang, but luckily, the power came back on a few minutes later and soon we heard the sixth period bell. During Spanish, while Señor was showing us a picture of his wife’s ultrasound (he does things like that), there was an announcement on the intercom from the Principal: “Pardon the interruption. I will give everyone 20 seconds to get quiet.” Normally, those words mean we’re going to hear about some stupid pep rally or a bake sale, but this was different. Ms. Gower had a “panicked-adult-trying-to-sound-calm-for-the-kids’-sake” voice. Everyone froze. Correction: Everyone looked mildly interested, which is bad news. The last time we had an unplanned announcement was the lockdown when some crazy kidnapper with a gun tried to come on campus. A couple kids started getting under their desks even before the 20 seconds was up. “We’ve just learned that the snow in Meadowland to the west has already reached over 20 inches deep and the storm has suddenly become a dangerous blizzard.” “That’s weird,” I said to Olivia. “Today there were only supposed to be intermittent showers.” Ms. Gower continued, “There isn’t time to finish the school day, so the buses are coming immediately to pick up students and return them safely to their homes. For those whose parents usually pick them up, the local police have issued a ‘do not drive’ order for private vehicles because of the danger involved. Your parents can not come to the school to pick you up. Every student must travel home on a bus, no exceptions! And there will be school on Monday unless further notice is given otherwise. Classes are dismissed.” Everybody in Spanish exploded, more with glee than fear, rushing to the classroom door. The entire school was milling around in the gym waiting for the buses. We found a free spot on the floor and Hannah got out a deck of cards so we played Undo with Olivia and Angelina. After half an hour, Ms. Gower announced that the buses wouldn’t be coming because they were stranded in the storm and couldn’t get out until possibly the next morning. “OMG,” I muttered. “We’re spending the night at school. This will be a wonderful story to tell the grandchildren.” *********** My parents were in Kenya on a business trip for my Dad’s telecom business, so my 18 year-old cousin Laura was staying with me at home. She was a senior, and she was probably trapped at her high school across town. Even if she wasn’t trapped, she couldn’t drive here to pick me up anyway. I was stuck. Some teachers, “Simon” Saize included, wanted to resume classes for the rest of the day, but others thought it was futile and a discussion with the Principal ensued. The principal said, “It is officially the weekend, and despite this emergency situation, they would normally be having fun by now.” So the pro-class teachers gave up and just let us play games. Hannah, Angelina, Olivia and I all had a full-fledged Undo tournament. It’s our favorite game, even though none of us is that good. Angelina started singing Wicked in the middle, which always makes it more interesting. After that, we played truth or dare. On my last dare, I had to scream, “LEO ROBERTSON IS A HOTTIE!” which, of course, got me plenty of stares. Leo Robertson is a science nerd/social recluse from my grade and my archenemy. At 5:30, they announced we could go to the cafeteria for dinner, which is good because we were getting really hungry. Thank goodness our school was all one building, because I didn’t want to have to think about getting through the snow. Dinner turned out to be a corn dog, a bottle of water and a cookie. Not very satisfying, but pretty good considering there was no way to import food. After we had eaten and were back in the gym, the teachers announced that we had three more hours before lights out. Everybody wondered how they were going to sleep with a 9:00 pm bedtime and no beds. We were sick of cards for the day, so we begged Ms. Lang to let us watch TV in her classroom because “NUMB3RS” was on then and we wanted to get away from the crowd in the gym. She agreed and we watched the show, this one about a chemical bomber. We watched more TV until 9:00, when there was another Principal announcement on the school intercom. Boys would be sleeping in the gym and girls would sleep in the classrooms of their choice—no exceptions! The four of us made our way to the orchestra room because it’s spacious. We were going to sleep on our backpacks when Hannah said, “Wait! I just remembered! I have a pillow in my backpack! It’ll be cramped, but we can all fit on it.” “We should have known,” Olivia jeered, trying not to sound too relieved. “You always have enough supplies in your backpack to, like, build a wilderness home.” We settled into our “bed” and took several minutes to get comfortable as we formed a plus sign with our bodies and used our coats as blankets. Angelina’s long brown hair was in my face. At a normal sleepover, we would have had at least three hours of talking, but we were exhausted and all soon fell asleep. I had a weird dream. I was breaking into the gym to blow up the school, but somebody threw a pan of cheesy radishes at me. I woke up earlier than I like to on weekends, seeing as I bonked heads with Angelina at about five in the morning. I tried to go back to sleep, but couldn’t. I kept thinking about the dreams I’d had. I remembered now that there was a voice in my dream, calling me. At 6:30, I finally came around for good. I tried to wake up Angelina or Olivia, but they have been known to sleep in till 11:30 when they’ve gone to bed at a reasonable hour. Hannah wasn’t on our makeshift pillow, I just realized. She was staring out the window and I joined her there. I looked out and my jaw dropped. I saw the biggest snowfall about, ever. Hannah said, “The snow has stopped. Do you want to go wake up Olivia and Angelina and we can have a snowball fight?” “You help me,” I replied. “You know how hard it is to pull them out of dreamland.” We walked over to them, nodded, and at the same time, I grabbed the coat off of Angelina while Hannah did the same to Olivia. They grunted sleepily, while we coaxed them up. “Come on, we’re going to have a snowball fight. Put those coats on,” we said to each of them. Once everyone had fully awoken and put on fresh clothes (provided by Hannah, the Boy Scout girl), we trudged out into the snow. If you have never tried to walk through waist deep snow you don’t know what exhaustion feels like. I was ready to jump into a large snow drift and take a nap by the time we got to the courtyard. I jumped in the drift… and got a surprise. I hit grass and got a bad scrape on my chin. Angelina rushed to where I had face-planted, going as fast as she could in the snow to see what had happened. When she saw me, she said, seriously, “Mackenzie, what happened?” “I jumped into this drift, and I hit grass.” I said, nonplussed. “Hannah, Olivia! Get over here now,” she said in that same tone. When they had made their way over through the deep snow, they gasped. “We are going inside, now,” Hannah said, as if our lives depended on it. “Guys, my chin feels fine; we haven’t even started the fight yet…” I protested, but all three of my friends were dragging me to my feet and forcing their way through the snow back to the building. No matter how much I asked them what was wrong, they looked as if they were preparing my eulogy but they wouldn’t answer me. I freaked out and decided to stay quiet until they snapped out of it, like they had earlier yesterday. ************ When we got in, the rest of the school seemed to have awoken. Some girls were filing out of Ms. Coleman’s room, apparently to go to breakfast. We followed. Breakfast was a bagel of our choice and cream cheese. Lucky the school had extras on hand! Afterwards, Olivia, Angelina and Hannah all hurried off to the bathroom, without even asking me if I wanted to come. I slowly followed after. In the bathroom, I heard their voices sounding urgent and annoyed. “We have to alert her immediately,” Olivia said. “I mean, now that we are sure it’s her.” I had had enough. They were talking about me behind my back. I walked in casually, trying to pretend I hadn’t heard anything. When they saw me, they changed their expression in an instant from worried to friendly. “Hey, the buses are coming this afternoon!” Angelina told me brightly. “We’re getting out of The Pit! I heard it from Ms. Gower.” “Coolio,” I said, in a daze. I wondered what was going on and what was making my friends act so strangely. We all filed out of the bathroom. Trying to keep them normal, I said “Hey, why don’t we go watch some more TV in Ms. Lang’s room?” They agreed, and we scooted over to her room. Unfortunately, some other people had already had the same idea. There were about twenty people crammed into that room watching the cable TV. I finally thought about the fact that a teacher had cable in her classroom. What a waste! I mean, when does she ever get to watch it? If you’ve never watched TV with a lot of other people, don’t. Don’t even think about trying to change the channel. The bad news was that Leo Robertson had gotten hold of the TV first. Watching “Naruto,” the stupid anime show, for an hour was not my idea of fun. We left pretty quickly. After roaming the halls for another hour, another announcement crackled onto the intercom: “The buses have arrived. All students and faculty are to assemble in the gym immediately.” All four of us dashed to the gym. There were three dead bus drivers lying on the floor in an empty space. Some of the girls, me included, screamed. “Everyone, please calm down!” Ms. Gower pleaded with a calm that was almost sickening because it was so out of place. “They’re not dead. They have spent all night and this morning trying to get to us. When they arrived, they immediately passed out from exhaustion and cold.” There was a collective gasp from the crowd. That woman could increase the tension just by standing there. Ms. Gower continued, “We can’t get them to a hospital, because of the snow. However, we can send the students home in the buses with new drivers. Therefore, six of the faculty will have to drive the buses, three driving and three assisting in case of emergency. The rest of the staff will stay here and help to care for the drivers until they are ready to leave.” Mr. Saize immediately volunteered to drive, and then Ms. Coleman agreed to assist him. Then Ms. Lang, Ms. Gower, and the Vice-Principal, Mr. Gruele, and the band teacher, Mr. Gessel, decided to drive the other buses. We all got assigned to buses based on where we live and I got put with “Simon” Saize. The whole school trudged out to the buses. Inside, there wasn’t room to move a muscle. Everyone sat four to a seat, and we got the very back. I sighed a sigh of relief because we were going home and we were safe. Or so I thought. -End of Chapter 1-

Coming soon to a particular blog...

I haven't been posting becuase I've been working on a story I'm writing. I'll put up part of it in a bit.

PLEEASE!!!

SOMEBODY PLEASE COMMENT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I like animals...

...They either hate me or love me a bit too much. Here are some pictures proving it.

YEEAAAHH!

Even better party in the streets! I'VE GOT CONTACTS!!! *does a short victory dance* I love them! They help me see even better than glasses, but they are a pain in the butt to get in and out. All you contacts people, how long did it take you before you could get them in/out yourself? They are cool on a stick.

Party in the Streets!!!!!

YESSSSSSS!!!!!!!! I'm finally getting new glasses today!!! My old ones are really crooked from too many times at the tetherball court. I love going to my eye doctor (call me a freak), becaause the worst thing that happens is they blow air in your eye when you're not expecting it. I have wanted new glasses for like six months, but something with insurance we couldn't go until today. Yay for new glasses!

My Secret Passion

Ok, here's a chance for me to have more issues: I love cake decorating. Here is a picture of a cake I made for my aunt's birthday. I know I sound really stupid when I say this, but I think it would be really fun to be a wedding cake baker. More of my issues later.

Geek to Freak

I have many issues. No, more than most. For example, I go to Geek to Freak (otherwise known as Peak to Peak). If you haven't heard about it, here is a (very short) list of it's great qualities:

• "Math is Sexy" is a popular phrase
• The teacher dropout rate is is higher than the student dropout rate.
• Teachers confiscate Rubik's cubes, not cell phones

Anyway, as you can see, it's a great school and is always worth a visit!

Summer Angst

AM I the only one who is bored out of her skull, loses sleep, and is very grumpy every morning because it is too hot to exist???! Summer should be warm, not boiling hot so that you could burn your foot walking barefoot on the sidewalk! Everybody should have a pool in their backyard, not just the grumpy neighbors who make too much noise and never share! Hmmph.

Welcome!

*trumpet sounds* I know nobody reads these posts, but they help me feel accomplished. My first post! Yay to me! So, I have extracted the dust, lint, and old socks from my mind and now I might be able to come up with something worth reading if I try. NOt a chance, but have a good time at my blog.