Countdown. Sigh.

I. Am. So. Upset.


Today will be a short preview of the countdown to when school starts. Because it starts in exactly T minus two days. 


Sigh.


3


See that big number three? That shows how many days I have left until I begin educational jail for the next 180 days. Sob.


But anyways, enough of that. My b-day was spectacular. Thanks to everyone who got me a present and more! I am expecting exciting things out of this year upon Earth. Huzzah!

The Party

The Party: the name of a Peter Sellers movie, a series of different book and posts, and....


an ominous introductory dub for MY BIRTHDAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!


Yes indeed, fair citizens, you look upon the cut short post of a girl about to celebrate her 12th birthday!!! So, in honor of this historic event, I will not be posting tomorrow! I will however tell you how it is on Monday. So fare the well, loyal passersby, for I am about to have the time of my life. Too ta loo!

My School Photo

*sigh* Don't you just love back to school?

I DON'T. 

My god, has it been two months and three weeks already? Wow. Well, seventh grade, here I come. But first, I had to go through the painful 15 minute process of "turn your head slightly to the right, hon... no that's too far... a little more inward... nope too much... now tilt slightly to the left.... no don't turn your head, just.... ugh! To the right... less. Less. LESS!...Aaand.... perfe-- wait! NO! Tilt your HEAD!..." and so on.

Wish me luck! =D

All Alone T.T

I am soooooo dreary today. I realized that I have no one to call and say hi to! 25% of my friends start school today, 50% are not picking up, and 25% have decided to neglect me until my party this Saturday. D'= Whyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy?????????????????????????????????????!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

You know, this is not the first time I've been alone....

*flashback sequence*

The first time I was home alone was probably one of the most terrifying experiences of my life. You can see why. Plus, back then... I had BANGS! Blegh.


P.S. For those who can't read it, my mom is saying "We'll be back in a little while." Sorry about that I couldn't really fit it in...

Guess Who Got Her Ears Pierced?!

I DIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIID! And it hurt like hell! Like, you would assume the same person who got three shots in two arms on her birthday and whose only reward was a Barbie sticker that Natalie promptly stole and shredded wouldn't have a problem with these things.

But she does.

On August 19th, I had the delightful pleasure of being stabbed through the ear with a weird, medical staple gun... thing. It felt precisely like getting a shot in your ear lobe. And there's one thing you should know when I'm tense and have severe pain in one ear... then the other.

I go crazy.

But anyways, here's a picture from the real me.

See it?! That's my earring! (couldn't get the other one in the shot.)

Comment if you sympathize with my craziness!!

P.S. Ow!

Hi! I'm Back! (Haggis Review)

Welcome back... to ME! Yes, ladies and jellypops, I realize I sorta milked my little "vacation" from the blog, but yes, I am back with new inspiration. And guess what I am talking about today?

DINOSAURS!

No, just kidding. Close, though.

Alright, well this is my review of haggis:

Yes, my drawing looks like poo, but lemme tell you it ain't taste like no burger I've ever had. 

Yes, everyone, just few days ago, I had the delectably odd chance to sample one of Scotland's finest, weirdest cuisines: haggis. The definition is technically lamb heart, liver, entrails, etc, all mish-moshed into one gruesomely delicious nummyness. BUt ot me, it looked like a golfball-sized piece of sausage-flavored poo. 

Still nummy, though.

Midnight Madness-- Posse

MiDnIgHt mAdNeSs!!!!   is here!!!!!!!!!!!

Yes, everyone, today's topic is a posse.

Posse: the phyisical term of the word describes a large group people following or flanking a dominant individual. But, oh, enough of that. The acronym for today is the name of the perosn who got his own little posse today.

MiDnIgHt mAdNeSs!!!! 
Jammed in a car with my cousin Jonah.
Overly excited NOCAL.
Not quite enough to go shopping then to get rid of being in his posse...
Absolutely hilarious when he freaks out over his posse members.
Haha, just kidding. No, we went shopping in his posse. It was fun. Jonah's awesome. =)

My Jeans

Have you ever freaked out over some sort of garment so much you wanted to belt it out annoyingly to the entire world through intense auto-tuning? Well, some snotty little girl named Jenna Rose has.

If you haven't seen it already, check out the most illogical song ever @ youtube.com. This video was literally the spawn of hell. I mean, what kind of Mom decides to pay $4,000 so her daughter can talk about completely unstylish jeans? A messed up one.

Further more, who wants to see someone's NOT well-earned house with a really weird wallpaper? Wannabes and Has-beens.


Ugg.

Where's George??

Where could he be? George! Oh, Geoooooorge! Hm, I wonder where. Oh, there he is!

If any of you have heard of it, there is a website online called wheresgeorge.com. It is a national site where people enter in the serial numbers of any dollar bill, then right "Where's George?" on the front and send it off. It records where your bill goes, an so forth. I suggest it!

Anyways, today we indulged in that, and here we are tracking a $2 bill across the world. This is a promotional post for that site, and I'd like to tell you to try it out!

Stepped On

There are many things in the world that seem lighter than they are; some believe baby elephants couldn't be more than fifty pounds, but really they are over three hundred. T.V. hunks make it look so easy lifting heavy weights; try not to get tendon transplants the next time you lift one!

And then, there're horse hooves.

If you've ever been stepped on by a horse you know that the pain is two times less than the shock, which basically puts you into a fit. You can flail till your toes are numb from weight and the horse will not back off unless you heave him with every ounce of body force you have left.

And that is what happened to me at horse camp.

My horse is a 15.7 hand fleabitten grey named Asher. He is one of the sweetest, gentlest, smoothest horses you will ever ride, groom, feed, etc. unfortunately, this also means he carries nearly a thousand pounds of weight in that belly.

I ride him every day for an hour in the morning, and when I'm done, it's my job to untack, de-bridle, and re-clean him. From combing his mane to brushing his face, I groom Asher for just about half an hour. And somewhere in the middle there is where I got... STEPPED ON!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

You see, in order to get a horse to lift his foot, you must lean against him with all your might and keep his hoof intact with your hands at all times. But sometimes the horse gets lazy qand pushes his foot back down.

Allow me to say that paper cuts are the least of my worries.

It's amazing it didn't leave a mark, considering about 830 pounds of horse can crashing down on my right foot.

Well, now it's overwith, and for you horse-lovers and misfortunate (DAD), I say, "Step or be stepped on."

One. More. Freaking. Month. ;(

I. Cannot. Believe It's. Been. This .Fast.

This is how I started summer:

Then, as summer progressed, I became worn from camp outs and late nights.

After Camp Fox, I was pretty tired, but I still had the pizzazz and spirit of NO SCHOOL circulating in my head.

Things began to dull down a bit when I spent an entire week doing pretty much all the house chores.

Uh.

So, here I am waiting for what else to happen... August 1st rolls around. OMG I CANNOT BELIEVE IT HAS GONE SO FRICKING FAST!!!!!!!!!!!! I have spent my summer wisely, cherishing every moment of teacher vacation. And now there's just one month standing in the way of homework bombardment. Wa. 

Well, sushi seems to make up for it.

Things I H8: Vicious Cycles

You know how you log on to your computer to do something fun, and it freezes, then makes you log in... again? And when you finally get to your designated point of digital interest (here!) then it makes you log in again, then you try and post, and it logs you out instead?

There is a specific term for this tedious transaction: vicious cycle.


Alright, so, for starters, you know how I didn't post on Wednesday or Friday? That's because the computer at my friend's house let me go on to my blog, type in my user & pass, just so that it could maliciously swallow up the data and allow me to roam freely about my blog without being able to go to any other page without making me log in over and over and OVER  again.

Naturally, I threw a fit and tried not worry about it, only to find the next morning that the computer had returned to its ordinary function. How silly is that? It only got worse the next day when I spent ten minutes trying to log on to my PC, incessantly slamming my finger against the CAPS lock button, for it was jammed. When I was finally able to type in my password, I found that the same vicious cycle had seeped mercilessly into my poor little Notebook. And so, forlorn, I was stricken with grief.


I know one other person who can relate to this ordeal: my Uncle X.v. And I say unto him: "We share greatly in that which pisses us off," in the quotes of moi. All for today, folks. GOOD NIGHT, VICIOUS CYCLE!