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

Are we human...?

hello again! if you could not tell before, I get bored quite easily and have now come back and I believe 24 hours has not even passed yet.

Let us start off with a...queer song, I must say.

Human - The Killers (or I believe, this is what it is called. Thanks to songmeanings.net for lyrics)

I did my best to notice

When the call came down the line

Up to the platform of surrender

I was brought but I was kind

And sometimes I get nervous

When I see an open door

Close your eyes, clear your heart

Cut the cord

Are we human or are we dancer?

My sign is vital, my hands are cold

And I'm on my knees looking for the answer

Are we human or are we dancer?

Pay my respects to grace and virtue

Send my condolences to good

Hear my regards to soul and romance

They always did the best they could

And so long to devotion

It taught me everything I know

Wave goodbye, wish me well

You've gotta let me go

Are we human or are we dancer?

My sign is vital, my hands are cold

And I'm on my knees looking for the answer

Are we human or are we dancer?

Will your system be alright

When you dream of home tonight

There is no message we're receiving

Let me know, is your heart still beating?

Are we human or are we dancer?

My sign is vital, my hands are cold

And I'm on my knees looking for the answer

Are we human or are we dancer?

You've gotta let me know

Are we human or are we dancer?

My sign is vital, my hands are cold

And I'm on my knees looking for the answer

Are we human or are we dancer?

I am afraid I don't no quite what this all means. Are we human, or are we dancer? Some people argue it's denser, although when I hear the song, I think they mean 'dancer'. Although denser would make much more sense, it is an insult to the human race. And if you think about it, denser does not make much sense either.

Now on to more redundant topics. I do not care if I used that word the wrongly. Yes, wrongly is a word. I bet you one hundred dollars. Mua ha! Mua, ha ha ha! Yes, I am correct. As per usual. Now I am a hundred dollars richer! What is that, you say? You don't have a hundred dollars? What a spoil sport.

The Digital Transition Has Been Postponed!

Oh, dear. I am afraid that I am correct, as per usual.

Today, while reading Brisingr, I found out that today was February 16. Extremely smart, I am.

"Oh," I had remarked. "Tomorrow is the transition for digital TV."

"It got postponed," someone (whom we will not name) informed me, "to June."

"June!" I exclaimed, attention diverted from the wedding preparations I was reading between two somebody's whom we will also not name, for I don't want to give you spoilers. Okay, Roran and Katrina. I am sorry. I couldn't help myself. "How stupid, all this hype for naught."

Then News Channel () began talking more about Digital TV Transition. I left the room.

It is all too much, really. They supposedly ran out of coupons, If you haven't a converter box and a lot of money, I suggest getting a coupon. Although according to that News Channel, you may have to wait for a long time, maybe until December, to receive your coupon. Then they had a special guest and a live community chat in which I did not participate for two obvious reasons-

I was reading a very gripping book

The computer wasn't near

I believe they hadn't a lot of people in that chat, since they kept asking for me to join. Too bad. All this talk about Digital Transition is maddening. You just see, by June we shall wait until 2010 to go into this transition. I don't see the harm in analog, though. It is a good comfort (even if the picture is quite blurry and it makes that awful blaring noise) if digital has that "No Signal", which irritates me endlessly.

That Stupid Verification Code

I am trying to join a website we shall call Unnamed. Unfortunately, Unnamed has a variety of unreadable verification codes. I wear glasses, let us be honest, but I am not this blind. The letters are all jumbled up and I cannot tell if that is supposed to be a C or a V. I have pressed the refresh button multiple times, and I am afraid they are going to run out of verification codes for me and deem me as robot. I am not a robot, mind you. For robots do not have minds, they have computer chips, obviously. Goodness, I hadn't a clue you were that dense.

The Other Blog

I have another blog, which is basically the same thing as this but much shorter.

It is, http://www.trespasse.livejournal.com/

I suggest you stay here, though, although over there I have a brand new friend named Delma, whom I will try to kidnap here. My other blog is in all French, save my posts, and I haven't a clue what I am clicking. Someone, please tell me what Voici quelques idées pour vous aider à configurer votre journal means before it's too late!

Story Time!

My Vision of The Computer

A villainous group of spider robots (bots) crawling along with a huge tick (bugs) and an enormous green cell (virus). They destroy your data by throwing an ax on a microchip (hacking).

You, on the other hand, click on something, automatically making a titanic brick wall that's on fire rise up and block the bots, bugs, and viruses (firewall). Then you unknowingly turn off your firewall and teh villainous gropu continues stealign your data and email conversations.

THE END.

Moral: Don't turn off your firewall. EVER.

Science Fair Experiment Updates

Yesterday, I had a very interesting...I forgot the word...with Microsoft Excel. I pasted my pretty line graphs on to Microsoft Word. Then, I tried printing out the graphs, but the color of the lines would not show! I got extremely angry. Someone told me to print again. I tried reasoning with them that it would turn out the same, and so it did. We wasted a stack of paper that day. I am deathly sorry, trees. But I recycled, and you cannot for once doubt recycling. Finally I got my pretty lines colored when I printed it out from an RTF file. Why is it so important I should have pretty colored lines in my graph? BECAUSE, you cannot deny pretty colors. I printed out the title of my project, but it's not to my satisfaction. So there's another thing. I also need to create hypothesis, and all that other junk. Grrr. Holy Moose, I have a lot of things to do, yet I am here, conversing with you...no offense.

This T-Shirt is Too Big

Today, I received a T-Shirt from Anon. It was wraped in a Ross bag.

"Open it," another Anon said. "See if you like it."

I began to unknot the knot and took out a gray Roxy T-Shirt with teal and silver hearts and stripes all over it. "Oh, yes!" I replied. "I do like it! But it is too big for me."

Anon: "No, it fits."

I am afraid I do no think so, although it really is a nice shirt.

Finally! Some Action!

Beethoven the Bear has finally deemed interesting! We were listening to a song...Bar-ba-Sol -David Cook...when Beethoven the Bear began to string an imaginary guitar. Bravo, Beethoven the Bear! We are finally getting somewhere adventurous. Did I spell that right? I didn't? So what. I am right, in my mind. As per usual. Beethoven the Bear says his paws hurt. That is much too bad, but I forced him to continue playing that guitar. Is this animal abuse? I hope not. Okay, Beethoven, you can stop. He can't stop. Oh, no. Is this normal? He didn't come with a manual! I am scared, now.

Alas.

Alas, there is nothing else for me to talk about. Well, there is, but nothing extremely interesting.

Right now I just got a Gaia. If you would like to talk to me there, my username is RazrRain. If you would please find me, that would be most helpful. I am lonely, lost, and vulnerable. Not the position I would like to be in.

Let's see, I shall leave you with another quote.

Those who can laugh without cause have either found the true meaning of happiness or have gone stark raving mad

-Norm Papernick

After the Break,

V Bored, alias So what and now RazrRain.