We've Moved. :)

Officielle new website -

www.lederniermot-alavanille.blogspot.com

My wit may have faltered, but I have returned. :D

After the break,

V Bored, now currently known as, A La Vanille.

You're Such A Lovely Audience

BOO!

Ha, ha, ha. Scared you? I'm sure...I haven't been on here for a while. Oh, you've noticed? How sweet...

Sgt. Pepper's Lonely Hearts Club Band - The Beatles (Thank you to http://www.bjornetjenesten.dk/ for lyrics)

It was twenty years ago today,

Sgt. Pepper taught the band to play

They've been going in and out of style

But they're guaranteed to raise a smile.

So may I introduce to you

The act you've known for all these years,

Sgt. Pepper's Lonely Hearts Club Band.

We're Sgt. Pepper's Lonely Hearts Club Band,

We hope you will enjoy the show,

We're Sgt. Pepper's Lonely Hearts Club Band,

Sit back and let the evening go.

Sgt. Pepper's lonely,

Sgt. Pepper's lonely,

Sgt. Pepper's Lonely Hearts Club Band.

It's wonderful to be here,

It's certainly a thrill.

You're such a lovely audience,

We'd like to take you home with us

We'd love to take you home.

I don't really want to stop the show,

But I thought that you might like to know,

That the singer's going to sing a song,

And he wants you all to sing along.

So let me introduce to you

The one and only Billy Shears

And Sgt. Pepper's Lonely Hearts Club Band

Don't ask. Seriously. I just have all this Beatle stuff going through my head...No, I do not have lice. And I am sorry not to get in touch with you sooner, blog. I was very busy in ways I will explain in the following post.

Essays and Projects

Wondering about what happened to my beee-utiful science experiment? Sure you are. Well, the teach finally congratulated my on how good my experiment was. Ms. Remote then submitted say 48 experiments out of her students that actually had a chance of winning the Science Fair (The real one). But, woe. She forgot to inform us about an Introduction Abstract or something of the sorts, so the judges refused to judge Pillowcase Academy's tri-folds. Ms. Remote was upset, that was obvious. She told us to go to the Science Fair on Thursday at who-knows-where-and-who-really-cares. It was our homework. I was sick, so I couldn't go even if I wanted to. (We'll get to that bit later). Hopefully, my grade will not suffer for it. Although my GPA has hit its botom (discuss this later, also). So all that work for yet again, nothing. And in the Science test we had on...well, I forgot. I got all the questions right. Unfortunately, Ms. Remote is so Remote as to forget that I actually did more extra-credit (I'm somehow obsessed with all this extra-credit I will not get) than she marked me. I got a 43/40 instead of a 47/40. Ah, woe.

The other reason I could not get to you was because of my Inventions Project. I didn't work on it. I did the Slide Show and that's about it. It's due on the 27th. Teachers are very unfair, they don't see how much work they are cramming into our craniums. I have four essays (two page minimum each), a graph, 25 index cards filled with notes, a painting of my invention, and something else. I haven't got to do anything. I'm aiming at finishing an essay today, but this is highly unlikely.

Remember my poetry project? I did that, too. It turned out very pretty and glittery. Colors - black and white with polka dots and simple, sophisticated fonts. My songs I chose were - Viva la Vida, Thunder and Total Eclipse of the Heart.

B +. Are you fudging serious?!

On Thursday I was sick. But I went to Pillowcase Academy anways because we had tests that day and I didn't want to take them at the library later (Erghh...library *shudders not in the cold way*) Maybe it was because I wasn't focused, thinking about rubber duckies instead of math. Or maybe because my sore neck was distracting me, but I got a D on that test. A Freaking Fugging French Toasting Frogging D. D = DOOM. Then I supposedly didn't turn in an assigment I had absolutely NO IDEA about and thus the B + (That rhymes!).

If you can tell who I really am by my posts here, you probably don't think I am actually quite smart and have actually stored quite a bit of intelligent information up in my cranium. Like, did you know that a dog's head can live without its body? *Nods head seriously*. Quite right. You probably think I am some high maniac who stumbled upon blogger.com and began rambling on about chickens and whatnot. But I am actually smart, a Straight-A student, UNTIL NOW! (Key in Doom music. Dun dun dun dun).

Oh, I used to be a straight-a student

Till that stupid test

And all because

Of a B +

I am not the very best

Yes, I made that up. Better Copyright it. Copyright V Bored 2009 (pretend that circle C thing is here). Now, instead of a 4.0 average (yes, it is possible, oh dim mind) I have a 3.83333333333333333333333333333333333333333333333333333333333333333

=[ Not happy.

ABNA Updates

I really do not have anything to say about this. But tomorrow, I will know if I made it to the top 500 or if I my story just wasn't good enough and I got cut. Hopefully, I made it. But in all honesty, I don't think my story is brilliant at all. This happens with all the stories I make. I love it while I'm writing, thinking this is going to be the Next Best Dang Thing, but then afterwards I'd go, "What the heck is all that rubbish junk I'm rambling about?"

Yes, but if I make it that will keep my happy for a considerably long time. I certainly don't expect to make it to the top 100. But I will know I'm good enough to beat around 10,000 other people.

Somebody's Got Their Panties All In A Bunch

Sorry for that gruesome image in your brain at this moment, but that is really the only way I can think of to describe what has just happened.

Mother Goose just came in, all snappy, saying. "You should be working on your school stuff. Watch, at eleven you're going to be scrambling..."
That is probably true, but the only thing I would be scrambling about is my Inventions Project, which I am not at all eager to be stay up late for.

"At nine, you are done!"
This was a bit harsh. I don't know why she's so cranky all of a sudden. I swear, if you're going to be cranky to someone, do not take it out on me or have at least a good reason why the heck you are cranky enough to remind me of all my problems. Misery loves company, I suppose. But earlier she was just fine.

Goodness, take it out on the pillow, that's what I do.

Sick But Better

On Wednesday morning I woke up, sore throat. I recognized it immediately, I knew I was going to be sick. And I was.

I spent all day sneezing and drinking soda, because I had that feeling where you need to burp, but you just can't. It was awful.

Now, I am better, but I have to breathe through my mouth and if you were to talk to me on the phone or something, my voice would sound rather nasally. Yes, that is a word. I will be honest, there is snot stuck up somewhere in the depths of my nostrils. I just can't reach at it. Oh, don't look at me that way. You know you do, too, when no one is looking. But let me tell you, they are looking. That was not mean to sound creepy, but it did.

Now, every few minutes or something, I go to the bathroom, get myself some toilet paper and blow. It is green. No, not my nose. Not the toilet paper. I'd rather not repeat it, if you please.

And I can still feel it up there. This is not comfortable at all. And it is quite sticky, too. Reminds me of gooey silly putty.

I'm sorry for putting you through all these awful images, but this is my blog. My life. And this is my life, goo and all.

We All Live In A Yellow Submarine

I know what you are thinking, "M, we do not live in yellow submarines. We live on a planet called Earth. Ever been there before?"
But no, I am talking about the Beatles. Again, how many times do I have to repeat that I DO NOT HAVE LICE. *Scratches head*. I don't.

I was sick, as you know quite well all the gooey details. My ELA teacher, whom I know I gave a nickname for but I just can't remember it now, let us listen to The Beatles as an example for our Poetry Project. At home, I remembered that we had a Beatles CD. I have been listening to it often now, more than I'd like. Right now, Yellow Submarine is stuck in my head. And no offense to all you Beatles fans, but whenver I listen to them, it is like getting high off of music. I seriously feel as if I am in a lush, green valley full of rainbows and a particular girl named Lucy in the sky with Diamonds in her hair. This is all too much.

My favorite so far is, Eleanor Rigby. It is a sad song, but it reminds me of Viva la Vida, my current favorite song, so I like it.

And I insist, we do live in yellow submarines. You're just thinking literally, my dear friend.

Lindt

I like chocolate. You like chocolate? Oh, everybody likes chocolate. I especially like chocolate a lot. So, imagine my surprise one afternoon when checking the mail three bars of chocolate in a manila envelope sent to me? (and my family...) There were three chocolates -

Lindt 85% Cocoa

Belgium 72% Dark

Lindt Intense Mint Dark

I opened the Cocoa one right away, thinking it would taste like coffee, which I also like.

WRONG.

Oh, goodness. It was the bitterest(word?) thing I had ever tasted! I can't even describe it. Say, why don't you go out and buy yourself a bar, eh? But it was awful, truly awful. I, *shakes head* never wanted to eat it again. I had to drink orange juice to get the taste out, and that did not help.

The Belgium one was alright. But still bitter. Egh.

The Lindt was bitter, but the mint made it sweet and I actually kind of liked it.

Lesson, go out and buy yourself some Lindt Cocoa 85%?? :)

I have a stalker.

It's too much to explain really. We'll call him/her Toothpaste. Yes, there have been many accounts with Toothpaste. Such as, asking me what were my periods (Class periods, I mean. What a mind you have). And staring at me. Then telling me what my hair style was yesterday (I know what my hairstyle was yesterday, you do not have to remind me) and a considerable amoung of following, which is what stalkers are known for. Always there. So weird. My friends all hate Toothpaste, and I have to say, I am nice to all people and that was my problem the first place. I should not have been so nice to Toothpaste, yet I was. Not my fault, I did not know. And now my price is being followed and stared. Ugh. Maybe I am exaggerating, but it gave me quite a startle when Toothpaste popped up out of nowhere and said hi. This is all too much. Not to mention, Toothpaste is endlessly annoying and squealy/complainy. Gets mad too easily. Not someone I would be friends with in the first place. You think I'm a snob? You have not met Toothpaste. And quite honestly, I envy you for that.

That is all I can think about to write. Wish me luck in making the top 500!!!

Love You All/After the Break,

M.

(It had to hpepan soeonr or laetr taht yuo'd konw the fsrit ltter of my nmae)

"Even if happiness forgets you a little bit, never completely forget about it."

-Jacques Prévert

P.S. When I was sick, I had a weird desire for Jell-O (which did you know is made out of horse?). Just thought I'd pop that in there. I'm going downstairs to eat my remaining Jello-O. It's fun to play with. Get a spoon and then hit the surface of the Jell-O and it wiggles. *giggles*. And when...

Okay. I'll stop now.

Open up your mind, and see like me

Yola,

I'm Yours - Jason Mraz (thank you to www.azlyrics.com for lyrics)

Well you've done done me and you bet I felt it

I tried to be chill but you're so hot that I melted

I fell right through the cracks and now I'm trying to get back

Before the cool done run out

I'll be giving it my bestest

Nothing's going to stop me but divine intervention

I reckon its again my turn to win some or learn some

But I won't hesitate no more, no more

It cannot wait, I'm yours

Well open up your mind and see like me

Open up your plans and damn you're free

Look into your heart and you'll find love love love

Listen to the music of the moment, people dance and sing we're just one big family

It's our God-forsaken right to be loved love loved love love

So I won't hesitate no more, no more

It cannot wait

I'm sure

There's no need to complicate

Our time is short

This is our fate, I'm yours

Do you want to, come on, scootch over closer dear

And I will nibble your ear

I've been spending way too long checking my tongue in the mirror

And bending over backwards just to try to see it clearer

But my breath fogged up the glass

And so I drew a new face and I laughed

I guess what I'll be saying is there ain't no better reason

To rid yourself of vanity and just go with the seasons

It's what we aim to do

Our name is our virtue

I won't hesitate no more, no more

It cannot wait I'm sure

There's no need to complicate

Our time is short

This is our fate, I'm yours

Well open up your mind and see like me

Open up your plans and damn you're free

Look into your heart and you'll find that the sky is yours

so please don't please don't please don't.

There's no need to complicate 'cause our time is short

This oh this oh this is our fate

I'm yours

Oh I'm yours

Hello. I just want to apologize right now for my earlier post. I was a tad bitter...okay, bit taddest bitter (is that the correct phrase? Is that even a phrase?). No, I don't want you to get hit by a car. No, really, I don't. Why, your welcome. Except you started it first...okay, I'll stop now.

Truly, I...forgot what I was going to say. It was real important, though. If I remember, I'll tell you but that is most unlikely. Like really unlikely. No, seriously. Yes, way. Goodness, we can go on forever. Yes, seriously. Yes, way....

Listening to CDs...the first time...DUN DUN DUN

Have you ever thought about when you're listening to a cd the first time? Whenver I listen to a cd the first time it's all a jumble and every song sounds the same. Take David Cook's cd...David Cook. What a brilliant title, I know? I was wondering, also, just a side note. When you are having your first cd, do you have to name it after yourself? Like Taylor Swift and then...no? Oh, okay. Also Taylor Swift's cd...Fearless. Oh, and David Archuleta...guess what his cd is called? Archie Comics? No! David Archuleta. When I first heard all my cds every song sounded the same and I was bored to death. But not to death...you know, I didn't really die. No, really, I didn't. Yes, seriously. Yes, way. It takes me forever to figure which songs are which. And still, I've had Kelly Clarkson's cd, Breakout...I mean Breakaway, for two freaking years and only this week have I found the brilliance of the song, Where is Your Heart. I probably should have put that as my song for the post. I don't know why I had to do I'm Yours. Well, it's not a bad song...the nibble your ear part kind of disturbs me, though. He (Jason Mraz) sounds hungry when he says that. *Rubs Ear* I don't really want anyone to nibble my ear...that sounds...like what a bunny rabbit would do.

Updates with Beethoven the Bear

I know I don't talk about Beethoven the Bear much anymore, and that's because he hasn't done anything in the least interesting...I'm sorry, Beethoven the Bear! He got slightly dirtier...his shiny white coat is now a...vanilla. Would you like to hear a conversation we had? Of course you do! Don't look at me like that, you know you talk to your teddy bears too. No, I was not looking through your window. Jumping Junipers, I don't even know where you live! Or...I'm kidding! You don't have to close your blinds tonight, rest assured.

Me: What to hear an absolutely brilliant joke I bet you have never heard before?
Beethoven the Bear: No.

Me: Alright! What is a witch's favorite subject?
Beethoven the Bear: I said...
Me: Spelling! *Chokes up with laughter* Geddit?
BTB: Well, actually...

Me: Why did the chicken cross the road?
BTB: To get to the other side?
Me: *Chokes up with laughter* To get to the other side!
BTB: That's what I said!
Me: *Choking with laughter*

BTB: I don't understand why the chicken has to cross the road, though. Does he...she...chicken have babies to feed? A bill chicken hasn't paid? Maybe chicken is late to...chicken school?

Me: *Choking with laughter*

BTB: But what if there is a car? What if chicken got run over? That wouldn't be happy at all, would it?
Me: *Choking with laughter*
BTB: That's not funny. Think of all the mess the chicken guts would make.

Me: *Choking*
BTB: Although, I suppose...

Me: *croaks* Water!
BTB: You're right! We could clean up the chicken guts with water!

Me: Water!!

BTB: You don't seem like it at times, (insert V Bored's real nickname here), but sometimes you really are brilliant.

Don't worry, I'm fine. Without any help from Beethoven.

Two More Projects Due In March...Just kidding!

I'm kidding. About the kidding part. Wait what are you talking about? I'm talking about projects. I wasn't kidding. But I was about the kidding part. Wait, what are you talking about? Well, I don't know...what's your favorite ice cream? Mine is chocolate! No, mint...

Anyways, there really are two more projects due in March. No, really. Yes, seriously. Yes, way.

Project One, Due on March 27...I think: Inventions Project.

Project Two, Due on March 10: Poetry Project.

Holy moose?! Do those teachers really think we could finish all these projects? Nonetheless that we care. And right after we aren't even finished with the Science Freaking Experiment! Well, I'm done, I was just talking about the majority of my class.

While we are on the subject of Science Experiments, I will tell you about when I submitted my Science Experiment...say, yesterday?
Well, I came to school with my tri-fold board, and I was the only one with it. You could submit your Science Experiment on Thursday and get extra credit which I will NOT GET. I did three extra credit assignments that took me forever (Laboring on Thanksgiving Break to do this whole chapter and answer a bunch of useless questions about it, write extra notes about atoms, and buy duct tape) And now I have an A Freaking Minus in science because my science teacher, whom we will name Ms. Remote for multiple reasons I will explain later, didn't give me credit for it! GOSH! So, I turn in my tri-fold to her. No words are said. I turn around and leave my hard work behind. Do I get a thank you for all that laborious work I did? Do the trees get a thank you for dying to make that project? No! Will I get extra credit? Most likely not.

I'll briefly explain to you why I chose Ms. Remote. First off, I needed to think of a name quick, my boom box remote was closest to me and because she is so remote. Not like a TV remote, I mean distant. Whenver anyone asks her a question about science, she answers. Okay, so yes, she answers, but that isn't the answer to that question. Then she keeps talking about that answer, getting so hyped up and red in the face, swept away in the Wonderful World of Science. And ta da! A class period has gone by and we learn absolutely nothing.

Saddening, I know.

I don't have anything else to blog about. Surprising? Definitely. I just wanted another post before March...=[ There is bad news about March that I will tell you about later...involving math. Remind me. It's too late now.

Merry Christmas to all and to all a goodnight! What do you mean it's not Christmas! OH! Silly me...

What's a February Goodbye then?
Happy End of February 2009 and to all a goodnight!
Yes, brilliantly brilliant I am.

After the Break,

V Bored...

"Enjoy the little things, for one day you may look back and realize they were the big things. "

-Robert Brault

"Don't waste a minute being unhappy. If one door closes - run to the next window - or break down a door."

-Unknown

Was it nothing more...?

Holy moose. Was it just me or is my computer going against me?
Actually, it doesn't matter. The whole world, apparently, is going against me. This is going to be a more heavyhearted post than usual because right now, I'm at the edge of my cliff.

Avalanche - David Cook (Thank you to www.lyricsbay.com for lyrics)
I feel alive beside you
And all at once
I am whole again.
We fall into each other
Your atmosphere
Is all I'm breathing in
And in this rush
We are crushed
Carry me down
Roll it in your arms
Cause' I can't remember
Ever falling this hard
Tell me tonight,
All that we have been
Was it nothin' more
Than a noise inside my head
Crashing down, crashing down,
In your avalanche.
In your avalanche.
These scars we wear remind us
The more we change
The more we're all the same
Swept up in this emotion
We fumble through and make the same mistakes
Cause' we are led
To the edge
Carry me down
Roll it in your arms
I can't remember
Ever falling this hard
Tell me tonight
All that we have been
Was it nothin' moreThan a noise inside my head
Crashing down, crashing down,
In your avalanche
Crashing down, crashing down,
I feel alive beside you
Than all at once I am whole again...
The Depths of Doom
The 'rents are at it again.
'Nuff said.
Now is the battle between Mother Goose and Father Time Waster. Each are trying to rip me in half, trying to save some part of me that won't be there. And here is the difficult decision. Because obviously I cannot be ripped in half. If I do, my heart, my brain and all my vital organs will collapse. I cannot let that happen, so I have to choose which side I have to be in. It seems that Mother Goose is determined to have me whole on her side, and I'm afraid Father Time Waster cannot do anything about it. The silent treatment has gone beyond silence.
Did I also mention that I won't be going to either Lolipop Land or Ghetto Grounds? Shocked? I suppose you would be. Mother Goose is taking me to (Insert country here that is not America here). We shall call this country Salve. I hope there isn't a country called that already, if there is, no, that is not where I am going. We are going in the summer, since one of Mother Goose's friends whom we will call Stapler has offered Mother Goose a free ticket to Salve. And I am going with her.
Oh, woe! I do not know where to turn! I don't want what I thought was my blanket of reality to be ripped apart! My pledge long ago was, if this ever happened, I would run away. I would do like George Washington - stay neutral and proclaim Isolationism. But I am going to Salve, no matter what happens. Unless, by any sheer luck, the parents make up which I highly doubt. So I have come up with a solution to punish Mother Goose for this heinous act. You may call me selfish, immature or a brat. But if you were in my shoes, which you are obviously are not in since first of all I am not even wearing any shoes, you would do the same!
My act will be called The Depths of Doom. Not for me, and certainly not for you but for Mother Goose. I cannot reveal all, since who knows what lurks in the internet. People have mouths, and if they ever find out, word would go around to Mother Goose. I have succeeded in remaining anonymous so far, but the clues are in plain sight and anyone who knows me can connect the dots with their gossiping pencil and I will be trapped even more. But I can tell you this - The Depths of Doom will involve several cases of rebellion and lots of shunning.

Like the new Background?
I hope you do, because I do. Well, it certainly is an upgrade from my old one. I added a bunch of new widgets, also, but I am afraid I lost the Harry Potter vs Edward Cullen poll. But we all know the answer to that anyways, so I will not dwell on it much further. First and formost, I want to thank Blogger templates and Blog help for the splendiferous template. The steps were most simple and that was the only lucky thing that happened to me today. Smile ;)

Brisingr! *keyboard catches on fire* Jumping Junipers! What the...
Yes! I finished the book yesterday! Or was it the day before yesterday? Well, one of those two. Bravo, Christpher Paolini, for once again painting the beautiful picture of what is Eragon, Eldest and Brisingr, also known as the Inheritance Cycle. Thank goodness there is a fourth book! It would be most saddenning if it ended at the third.
Beware, for there are SPOILERS contained below this sentence. Read at your own spoiling.
Christopher Paolini - if you are there, which I highly doubt, I have to say although Brisingr was wonderful and I especially liked naming the sword Brisingr, I don't understand the use of it catching on fire. Also, I think the story would have been more interesting if you would have just let Eragon be Morzan's son rather than Brom. Unless that was your main purpose from the beginning, I have no complaints.
I have to admit, I enjoyed Eldest more than Brisingr, more likely because Brisingr was more like a...how do you say it? a lot of noneventful things happened. Well, they were eventful, but certainly not relevant. Well, maybe relevant.
Anyways, also. I don't understand. If Arya could make the gold tulips or whatever the flower was and make a grass ship fly, why aren't the other elves doing that, too? It is so odd. If I knew how to make gold tulips and grass ships fly, I would be doing that all day.
Otherwise, I enjoyed the book. You use a lot of similes, though.

No School Today For Me!
Why, you ask? Was there a holiday, I hear you say? Did the teachers have a conference? Were you sick? Did you get run over by a car? If you didn't, I certainly hope you did.
No! No! No! No! No! and No! I hope you get run over by a car, too!
I woke up this morning, thinking I was going to go to school. I ate my oatmeal obediently, with my right eye closed because it was still sleeping. I wearily told Mother Goose that I hadn't intended on going to school today. Which I really hadn't.
And you know what? She obliged!
I was so happy, I hugged her and confirmed if it really was alright. See, we haven't began The Depths of Doom stage yet. Not till we get to that dreaded airport. Father Time Waster agreed, also. Thus I didn't go to school! I went back to sleep, wondering if I should go to school. I slept for three more hours and awoke vitalized but a tad regretful. Now I'd have to do even more work! Woe!
But it doesn't matter. I didn't go to school today! My excuse would be that I had a major headache and I was sore all over. I certainly cannot say I was sick, for yesterday I was as healthy as a...healthy person. Three reasons I didn't go to school were -
1. I hate Pillowcase Academy
2. Yesterday was such a horrible day, I didn't want to relive it
3. I was sleepy
I feel like such a badbosom.

I Am A Plant
No, not really. I am not a plant. But some days ago, Mother Goose commented that everytime I take a bath, I grow. I joked that it was because I was a plant. So yes, I grow like a plant. Give me water, and I'll be fine. But make the sunlight go away! Today it was so sunny, I was amazed yeseterday I had to open my umbrella. It was a good thing I didn't go to Pillowcase Academy, or else I would be in such a foul mood. Well, I'd be in a foul mood anyway. I should go take a bath.

John Smith and Jane Doe
I ask you, do you know anybody named John Smith or Jane Doe? No, you could not have seen their names in a telephone display. And no, the Pochantas John Smith does not count. John Smith and Jane Doe are supposed to be such popular names, yet I don't know anybody with such a name! Goodness! Like, have you ever read a book that starts out with, "It was a dark and stormy night" or "Once upon a time"...scratch the latter. I have read a book that starts out like that. But the John Smith and the Jane Doe are such a puzzling pair...

V Blasé
I suppose I should explain what V Blasé means.
V, I have read in an British Book, is slang for Very. So we solved one part of the equation.
Blasé, according to WordWeb, means sophisticated and bored.
So there you have it, Very Bored. Same as my username.
Now for my URL, www.trespasse.blogspot.com
I think you can interpret what blogspot means. But trespasse. Whatever could that mean? No, I don't mean trespass as in, I am going to trespass on his property so I can steal his dog. I mean
Tres Passé as in Three times Old-Fashioned. Or, Three times Out of Fashion.
As you can tell, the way I talk when I post it doesn't seem like how one would talk today, does it? Well, there's the meaning for that. And also because I like saying Tres Passé and V Blasé. Very sophisticated, am I not right?

Science Fair Experiment Updates
I know you are hardly interested in this, but Too Bad. I will only delve into this topic for a short time. Finally, I have something pasted on my tri-fold posterboard! My colors are very pretty, they are
Cerulean, Dark Lime Greene, and a Candy Purple with Some Bright Orange.
I'm afraid, though, the graph and title takes up most of the space up top, so I don't have any space to put my name without ruining the whole blase design. I just need to add some pictures, write my data and conclusion then voila! How do you pronounce it then? Vwah-lah? Oops. What do you mean how did I pronounce it, I pronounced it like how it is spelled!
The computer and printer, though, worked as a tag team and did everything they could to prevent me from printing out all my data. How much paper we wasted yesterday! I am so sorry, trees! I was so ashamed! You don't even want to know how much paper we wasted at our futile attempts at getting the dang thing to print!

Substitute Tips
Yesterday we had a substitute, and how exasperated I am at them! Goodness. Here are some tips for all you subs, if there are any, watching.
- If you are going to say that you are going to write them a referral or give them detention if they don't behave, then WRITE THEM A REFERRAL! Holy Moose! How many times have I heard subs say that, but didn't do a thing? It's time to take action, Golly! Don't be afraid of what the students think of you, you won't see them the rest of your life time anyways!
-There once was a smart substitute we had, and he asked the class, "Do you like candy?" Naturally, the class nodded their heads and exclaimed what candy they liked. The sub said that if we did our work, we'd get raffle tickets. The more harder you work, the more raffle tickets you have then the more chance you have at getting your name picked at the raffle for candy. How still the classroom was for candy! And we only got three pieces! It seemed like the whole class got three pieces of candy, so the effort for being good was useless. This is a great way to get your students quiet and working, except only choose five people to get candy.
-If you have a Texan/cowboy accent and hate humiliation, don't be a sub. The students will laugh at you and be highly annoyed at your voice, no offense.
Why, you ask, am I doing this? Because if I haven't gone into this topic before, then I'll say it now. I am surrounded by unlighted lightbulbs! I tried making that as nice as possible. I am quite different from most people and I actually would like to learn. What are you talking about? You were the one who said you wanted me under a car first!

I'm afraid this post was all just rants and more rants. Sorry, if you read this and were bored. I just need to get my steam out and you're the only person who would listen.

After the break,
V Bored

"This is my "depressed stance." When you're depressed, it makes a lot of difference how you stand. The worst thing you can do is straighten up and hold your head high because then you'll start to feel better. If you're going to get any joy out of being depressed, you've got to stand like this."
-Charlie Brown

What About Now?

Okay...well, this is very awkward. The formatting's gone beserk. Let's hope these lyrics will stay standing strong.

What About Now - Chris Daughtry (Daughtry) (Thanks lyricsmania.com)

Shadows fill an empty heart

As love is fading,

From all the things that we are

But are not saying.

Can we see beyond the scars

And make it to the dawn?

Change the colors of the sky.

And open up to

The ways you made me feel alive,

The ways I loved you.

For all the things that never died,

To make it through the night,

Love will find you.

What about now?

What about today?

What if you're making me all that I was meant to be?

What if our love never went away?

What if it's lost behind words we could never find?

Baby, before it's too late,

What about now?

The sun is breaking in your eyes

To start a new day.

This broken heart can still survive

With a touch of your grace.

Shadows fade into the light.

I am by your side,

Where love will find you.

What about now?

What about today?

What if you're making me all that I was meant to be?

What if our love, it never went away?

What if it's lost behind words we could never find?

Baby, before it's too late,

What about now?

Now that we're here,

Now that we've come this far,

Just hold on.

There is nothing to fear,

For I am right beside you.

For all my life, I am yours.

What about now?

What about today?

What if you're making me all that I was meant to be?

What if our love never went away?

What if it's lost behind words we could never find?

Baby, before it's too late,

Baby, before it's too late,

Baby, before it's too late,

What about now?

Okay! Never trust htmls...what? What did you say? I didn't say anything. Right. Yeah. Alright. Okay.

Anyways! I have a multidude...er...multitude of topics to discuss with you today!

First off,

Baby, before it's *burp* too late

Have you ever thoughten (my new word) what happens when singers are singing onstage to the whole world and then they need to burp?
How embarrassing! I was singing earlier, although I sing horribly. That is why my door is always closed. But I am sure my screechy cat stuck in a lawn mower...well, maybe it's not bad. I am being honest! Whatever. My booming voice could be heard anyways. When suddenly, I needed to burp real bad. Oh, goodness! I kept on singing, though, because I am a survivor. Just like Reba! I haven't heard from her in a long time. Hopefully, she is still surviving. That would be wildly funny if, in American Idol, perhaps, a contestant just burped. Oh, the anguish! But let's not delve into saddening topics such as this. Let us go on to my next idea.

Saying Thank You, Ma'am. Oh dear, you're a guy? Well, for goodness sakes, cut your hair!

Yes, saying thank you. But not exactly like that up there ^. I have had trouble saying thank you, preferring to nod. I don't exactly know why I don't like saying thank you. Maybe because so little people have shown any appreciation to me, I don't feel the need to show any appreciation to them. But now I have blossomed and am starting to say thank you a lot more. Like, thank you for the water. Or, thank you for buying me candy. Or, thank you for getting Beethoven the Bear out of the toilet. It really feels good, well, not really. When I say thank you, I don't feel as inferior as I used to. But thank you is apparently supposed to be good manners. So today, I challenge you to say thank you to somebody. Whether it be for them sharing their umbrella with you or the simple things like taking a teddy bear out of the toilet. We all can do wonders in this world if we just stay true to...you thought I was going to say 'ourselves' didn't you! Well, no! I am not even truthful with myself sometimes. But back to topic, if we just stay true to others and maybe, just maybe you will be recognized for something that you did. I haven't yet, but my time will come. Hopefully on May, 15.

Forks, Washington. Home of Edward Cullen and Peter Smith, although you haven't ever heard of him.

Ever since Stephenie Meyer put Forks as her setting for Twilight, I am sure there are hyped up teenagers, lining up to go to Forks, hoping to get their own vampire. Preferably Edward Cullen and not Peter Smith, the bagger at FoodsRUs. If there was ever a line graph on the population of Forks, Washington, I am sure that that population has doubled. I, myself, would hate to live there. I have looked it up on google pictures, and the forests are extremely creepy. I would hate to be stuck there with a vampire. Whoever would find my body? Quick Fact, Stephenie Meyer wanted to call Twilight, Forks. Yes, I know. It's a good thing she didn't. And one of the characters (maybe Jasper or someone...I forget) she wanted to name Donald. Donald is hardly a dashing vampire name, it keeps reminding me of Donald the Duck. As we are now in the topic of Twilight, do you know Kanye West has around 450 shoes?

Keep Your Blog Short

Well, I certainly haven't done that, now have I? My scroll bar is so tiny, my cursor cannot even click on it. I read on authorblog that when the the blogger of that blog, david mcsomething, was interviewing some other blogger named Pappy something, this is somewhat what Pappy said -

Keep your blog short.

Oops. I suppose I haven't exactly done that, now have I?
Oh well! I cannot keep all my ideas as separated, I shall certainly for sure blow up! Just one idea every day? The likes of it! I have too many ideas for half an eternity, there is no way and there is not a possible way I could ever keep my blog short. So if you really are out there, reading this, I am truly sorry for all this informtion I have packed on you! I have half a mind to change this blog name to Expressive Views, which I will not because V Blase sounds much more sophisticated. Anyways, if all the blogs were short and my blog was the longest, my blog would be unique. Ah, well. Uniqueness comes with a price, and I'm afraid you have to put up with all of my random rantings. If I were you, I would have taken one look at this blog and then ditched it because it was so d*mn (=O) long. But I do not recommend that. Please don't leave, or I will be talking to myself yet again, and that is a river I would much like to avoid.

My Water is Not Exactly Clean

Now on to more lighthearted topics, yes, I do believe my water is not exactly clean. I remember once in school that my teacher said the water that comes from, wherever does my water come from? Well, wherever it comes from, it goes underground and passes through Sandstone! Or was it limestone? One of those!
So every time you are brushing your teeth, taking a bath, or washing that unending pile of dishes, you remember the water you are using has touched sand/lime stone and other things that may have wormed its way through the stone.

Edward Cullen or Harry Potter? The winner revealed...

I am extremely disappointed in you, friend. Only one person had voted. So the winner is now to be revealed to everybody, based on this one person's opinion.

And the winner is...*drumroll please*...after the break!
Mua ha. Mua, ha, ha, ha.

*It's time for movies on demand...*

*...Five-dollar-foot-long...*
*Those are my minutes!*

*Can you hear me now?*

*Double your pleasure...double your fun...it's the right one, the Doublemint gum*

*F-R-E-E that spells Free*

*Like a good neighbor, State Farm is there*

*1-800-588-2300 Empire*

*For the best car insurance rates in town call 1-800 General now!*

Welcome back to, The Battle of the Books. Here in one corner we have Edward Cullen, ready to bite your way into eternity. In the next corner, we have Harry Potter who has a very fashionable stick and broom! Alright, folks. And the winner is...

*opens card slowly*
*audience fidgets in anticipation*

The winner of The Battle of the Books is...Snape!...Snape?

*Snape enters boxing ring and begins singing*

"Snape, Snape...Severus Snape."

That's this weeks, The Battle of the Books. Tune in next time!

Neglecting

This is my last idea for today, since I will try and make this as short as possible.

I have neglected a lot of stuff. Such as this blog and Beethoven the Bear, whom I have on my lap right now because I feel so guilty. My Science Fair Experiment I am not so fond of, and I do not have the tri-fold cardboard on my lap. How silly, it would block my view of the computer screen! But I have to get writing my Science Fair Experiment the procedure, hypothesis and type it up and print it out. But I am so lazy! Do I have to do this!? It is due on Thursday. I am not so optimistic on it. Grrr...My tri-fold cardboard is a blankless white, begging for science graphs and scientific words on it! But, no! We shall not give them the satisfaction. No, no, no. You remember that. HOLY MOOOOOOOOOSSSEEE!!!!!!!!

Okay, let me explain my random outburst.

On the radio, they keep playing a sample of Coldplay's song - Viva La Vida, my current favorite song, apparently they are going on tour. So when I heard the beginning of the song, I was like, "Eh, it's just another samle." But it wasn't! It was the whole song! I jumped for joy and began dancing, not caring if my neighbors could see me! Which I hope they haven't since I can dance just as good as I can sing. That is why. It was not a cry for sorrow, it was a cry for joy.

Let me leave you with another quote.

After the Break,

V Bored

"Real happiness is cheap enough, yet how dearly we pay for its counterfeit."

-Hosea Ballou

(Thanks to quotegarden.com for all the quotes!)

How many times can I break till I shatter?

Oh dear. I have been neglecting you, haven't I?

Oh dear, oh dear, oh dear.

Well, there are very plausible explanations for that.

-School keeps me ulta-busy

-I am a lazy dork

-I forgot.

Okay! Let me start off with a happy song.

Shattered(Turn the Car Around) - O.A.R. (Thank you to 6lyrics.com)

In a way, I need a change

From this burnout scene

Another time, another town

Another everything

But it's always back to you

Stumble out, in the night

From the pouring rain

Made the block, sat and thought

There's more I need

It's always back to you

But I'm good without ya

Yeah, I'm good without you

Yeah, yeah, yeah

How many times can I break till I shatter?

Over the line can't define what I'm after

I always turn the car around

Give me a break let me make my own pattern

All that it takes is some time but I'm shattered

I always turn the car around

I had no idea that the night

Would take so damn long

Took it out, on the street

While the rain still falls

Push me back to you

But I'm good without ya

Yeah, I'm good without you

Yeah, yeah, yeah

How many times can I break till I shatter?

Over the line can't define what I'm after

I always turn the car around

Give me a break let me make my own pattern

All that it takes is some time but I'm shattered

I always turn the car around

Give it up, give it up, baby

Give it up, give it up, now

NowHow many times can I break till I shatter?

Over the line can't define what I'm after

I always turn the car around

All that I feel is the realness I'm faking

Taking my time but it's time that I'm wasting

Always turn the car around

How many times can I break till I shatter?

Over the line can't define what I'm after

I always turn the car around

Don't wanna turn that car around

I gotta turn this thing around

Oh, I am sorry. Did I say happy? I meant sad.

You are probably wondering why I am so bitter, and the truth is, is because life is unfair. Really, you've noticed it too? Like ten years ago, eh? Hm...I suppose I'm a little late then.

Pillowcase Academy is deathly unfair. I cannot believe it. I just came back from perusing (funny word) a website I used to be active on. I saw some of my old friends. I read their blogs. OH dear. And it seems they are just getting along fine without me. I suppose I feel like a dirty washcloth. Oh, goodness, no, not that kind of dirty. What a dirty mind you have, and yes, I do mean that dirty. Let me go on with my washcloth story before you rudely interrupted. What is that? No, don't go! I didn't mean that! What...don't walk away! You got your mother and your brother every other undercover telling you what to say! You think I'm stupid, but the truth is that it's cupid, baby, loving you has made me this way! So before you point your finger get your hand off of my trigger. You need to know the situation's getting older now the more you talk the less I can say! Hey! Kelly Clarkson is the best. Where is your heart? You found me. But Since you've been gone. My life would suck without you. I'd hate myself for losing you. Hear me.

Me and My Vacuum. (A Quest For Cleanliness) (True Story) (Not a Vacuum where you don't have gravity, a vacuum where you suck things. Err...not like that) (I just wanted to do another Parentheses)

The world is very unfair indeed.Earlier I had wanted to open a bag of Fiddle Faddle. If you do not know what this is, it is basically popcorn covered in some kind of sweet, fattening flavoring usually accompanied with peanuts. Anyways, I could not open this...silver, plastic...I don't know what it is called!...bag, but had a hard time. You know what I thought? I thought, pretend this is the world, M, pretend that you want to tear the world apart. And so I did. But apparently I tore it too much and the popcorn burst out, flying in all directions.

I stood frozen, ripped bag in hand, and thought, OH NO, as any sane person would. But I suppose any sane person would have gotten scissors to open the bag, but alas, I hadn't thought of that. So here I am, thinking, how should I clean up this mess without Anons noticing? The answer was simple! Trash can! I snatched the purple trash can from below the piano and set it right at the side of the bed, where I diligently (what's the word?!) swept the popcorn crumbs into it. But, woe! My hands became irrefutably sticky. There were only two options, I could lick my bed (for the popcorn had fallen on my bed) free of crumbs, or I could get the vacuum. I opted the for the vacuum.Unfortunately, we own a very old vacuum, I am not sure how old, and it is big and heavy. I had to haul the big, heavy vacuum up the stairs, heaving with the effort, because my left leg had oddly became sore yesterday and today.

Finally! We arrived at my (insert destination here). But how to operate it? I got the big thing that looked like a snake and successfully attatched it to something that looked rather a lot like the head of a hammerhead shark. After that, I was all set. Except, I needed to turn the on button on. Where was the on button? The next minute was spent searching for the on button, where I found it and pressed it. Ah! What oblivion! The hammerhead shark sucked the life out of my bed, and would not move. I had to exert a greater force to get it moving. I cannot count how many times (five) the hammerhead shark would deattach itself and then I'd have to pause and continue.

My work was done. My bed was free of crumbs. Hopefully. No use waking up tomorrow with a sticky crumb stuck to my derriere. After that, I was sweaty and unexpectedly happy. The floor looked inviting, so I began vacuuming that too. And then, sweaty and happy, I vacuumed the whole top floor carpet! How proud I was! What purpose my life had! But then it was time for dinner, where I had to eat fettuccini and french bread. The end.

Lollipop Land or Ghetto Grounds?

The piano. I seem to have grown attatched to it. I play it more often now. I suppose it is because I have to practice for it to my audition to...let's call this school Lollipop Land. Okay, let me descrive Lollipop Land. I haven't been there, but most of Lollipop Land is made of smart people.
ou have to audtion to be in there and submit and application and actually appear there (obviously). You have to have high grades. But mostly it is a school for the arts. I cannot draw or anything, my art is writing. Now, I want to be around intelligent people, not dum-dums. But on the other hand...

The other option for school is...let's call it Ghetto Grounds. Alright, Ghetto Grounds, the name speaks for itself. The school is full of dum-dums and the campus is untidy and disastrous. The rating on Greatschools for this school is a 3 out of 10. for Lollipop Land, 7 out of 10. Ten being the best.

I don't want to go to Ghetto Grounds. Yet, I don't want to go to Lollipop Land, either. Accroding to Greatschools, they are extremely strict and there is too much homework. Goodness. My friends tell me to go to Ghetto Grounds. Sometimes I want to go to Ghetto Grounds, but when I am especially upset with my classmates I want to go to Lollipop Land. In Lollipop Land, though, I will not know anybody and anybody would not know me. Well, maybe except for one person. In Ghetto Grounds, I would know many people and have a real (insert type of school) experience.

Now the other complication. When we moved to this house, we inferred that I was going to attend Ghetto Grounds. So, I told my best friend (no, not Beethoven the Bear or Delma. I didn't know them months ago) that I was going to Ghetto Grounds. Now she wants to go to Ghetto Grounds, too, but she doesn't live anywhere in the area. She will be very upset when I tell her that I might go to Lollipop Land.

Grrr...I want to be around intelligent people, but what if they are unfriendly? I don't want to move schools again. Look at me rambling about myself like some narcissist! Which I am sometimes...where's a mirror when you need one? Aha! Yes. Now that that complication is solved, I will stop pestering you about my trivial troubles, although they are not in the least trivial to me.

I Seem to be Getting Deaf

Ahh! There is some kind of liquid stuck inside my right ear! I am deaf! Ah! Woe is me, truly. How uncomfortable!!! Ugh. Ooh! On the radio Just Dance (Lady Gaga) is playing. Whoo. *Does little jig* I lost my phone...

Goodness, whatever is stuck inside my ear -Just dance. Just dance - is really stuck deep inside. Ugh. It feels like when you're swimming and water gets in your ear, except this has been going on for three days. I am afraid I am destined to be deaf. Oh, dear. I do not want to be deaf - Just dance, it's gonna be okay. Set that record, babe. Gonna be okay. Dance - Lady Gaga says that if I dance everything is going to be okay! *Moves arms in wave movement* It's not working! Never trust someone named Lady Gaga...

The Diary of Anne Frank

Anne Frank is bi. Or at least according to my classmates. Apparently, there is a page in the diary where Anne wants to touch her own personal things and her girl friend's personal things. Then there is another part on the same page where Anne wants to kiss a girl. Maybe Katy Perry is Anne Frank reincarnated?Nah...

I, myself, do not care and is not as rowdy as my dum-dum classmates about this. I feel that it is natural, and I am not discriminatory against any race or any gays, lesbians, etc. etc. This should be no different. My classmates wanted to vote No on 8, yet here they are, talking about how bi Anne Frank is and giggling like preppy school girls. Goodness! If I am not transfered into an environment of understanding and repsect, I shall blow up!

It's Beginning to Look A Lot Like Spring

So it is! Was it only a week and a day ago that I saw purple lightning and heard the powering thunder? Today was as hot as ...down there... I was extremely disappointed with nature. We are supposed to be in winter, and a winter we had naught. The sun still shines and the clouds are scarce. Bah! I am one who enjoys the rain, and the sun is not fulfilling my wishes. They (the weather channel) say that we are going to have rain on the weekend. I'll be moosed. The weather is channel is always wrong and the cloudless night is not stirring much hope in my thunder loving soul. Oh, help me!

Learn from Your Own Mistakes!!!!

Anon keeps teling me that wise people learn from others mistakes. Well, I'll be moosed once more! What if you are a hermit and there are not people to learn from? I learn from my own mistakes, thank you very much. For however can we learn from others mistakes? We should punish ourselves via karma so that we hope never to do whatever-it-is again. How can we strive to undo our mistakes if we cannot even understand the feeling of which we are trying to undo? Despicable.

Silly Mistakes

Silly mistakes...my past teacher has said that much too often for my liking. Silly mistake. Are they trying to call us silly? Well, I for one am not silly! I am honest, and that brings me to my next topic. We do not make silly mistakes in life, do not be discouraged! We make honest mistakes. We are human beings (well, most of us. I certainly hope so) and that is what is called from us. Even perfectionists have defects! Yes, maybe their kidney is not exactly the right shade of color...see! We are all imperfect, honestly. So the next time someone tells you, "Ah! It's just a silly mistake." Whether it be a test, an assignment, a misunderstanding, you tell them, "I am not silly! It is called an honest
mistake, you alien from Mars!"And the dispute should be settled.

Apricot, Apricot

I realized a few days ago there are varying ways in which to say apricot. Like tomato, tomato, Or potato, potato. Or Carribean, Carribean, although people hardly ever say that. I have a new one! Apricot, apricot!Here are the two ways in which they can be pronounced -

Ah-pree-caught

Ay-preh-caught

Brilliant, aren't I, to have noticed that?

Well, folks, I guess that is all for today. My formatting seems to be off, so excuse the extra added spaces. I am not a computer geek and do not want to blow up my computer again. Today, I feel wise, and probably I am. OHMYGEE! Do you know what that means? When I am older, I will be super wise. And then super-duper-wise. Yes, I am on a wise path. And you should find your wise path, too.

I leave you now with a happiness quote, because happiness is the only thing we are striving for and happiness is the only reason we are living - V Bored. Copyright.

Okay, here's the real quote.

"As people spin faster and faster in the pursuit of merely personal happiness, they become exhausted in the futile effort of chasing themselves" - Andrew Delbanco

"Jumping for joy is good exercise" - Author Unknown

I decided on two happiness quotes.

Viva La Vida!!! And long live happiness!!! Don't want to be shattered and miserable, now. Don't turn the car around! I know what you're thinking - "My, aren't we the optimist today?" Yes and no. I am more pessimistic than optimistic. There is much to be done and much to be lived.

After the Break,

V Bored.

(Oh, dear! I realized that I revealed part of my true name in the post above! Quick! Let me fix it before...AHHHH! No, my cursor just clicked the Publish Post button on its own! I curse you cursor!)