Picture Day... DUN, DUN, DUHH... I Mean, Huzzah! (Psh! Yeah Right.)

Okay, so, picture day was last week, as you can probably tell by the title of this post. I haven't been able to post things on here as often as I like to because I've been pretty swamped with homework. Well here's my story about picture day.

My name was called, and the old guy with tall hair told me to sit down on the stool. "No the other stool. Not that one!" What? There were three stools there, and he told me to sit in "the stool." That's not vague. (Note: sarcasm.) When I was sitting on the stool he wanted me on, he picked up a comb and started combing my hai that I had just fixed a minute ago. "Is it alright if I just fix your hair a bit?" Well, considering you've already messed it up, I can't do anything to stop you. Maybe that was part of his ingenious plan to make my picture turn out bad. Then he told me to put my right hand on my opposite knee. I did. "No not that knee, the other one." Well, I only have one opposite knee. I switched it, then he told me to put my hand back where it was before. Alrighty then. He retreated to his hunched position behind his camera. "Smile!" Like I wasn't already. I'm not dumb. I know I have to smile for pictures. He was about to take the picture when he told me to lift my chin, so I did. Then he came over and moved my face how he wanted it, which was no different than before. Don't touch me! It was completely unnecessary, too! He went back to the camera and snapped a few pictures in a row. Phew. It was over. Sadly, that's what happens every year, to most people.

Last year my picture turned out okay, but my head was tilted more that a little. It's sad to think that last year's picture was the best school picture ever taken of me. The people who run it at our school, obviously want our pictures to turn out bad, because one year, they made my friend tilt her head so much, she looked like a confused puppy. You know, how they cock their heads like that? No? Whatever.

Also, a couple of weeks ago, I had a strange flashback from when I was 4. It wasn't even relevant. I was in the car coming home from daycare. I remember asking my mom if my cat was going to die soon, because she was old. My mom's answer was somehing along the lines of "I hope not." I was sad that maybe my cat would die, but I was kind of happy because then we could maybe get a new kitty. I was little remember? That's how little kids think. At least hat's how I thought. Maybe I was just a messed up little kid. Maybe I'm still a messed up kid. I don't know, so don't judge me!

Well, the next day, it the car after daycare, my mom told me my cat died. She did die. Creepy. It was only the day after that, too. I told my friends that, and they all thought it was weird but funny and scary. One person said that I cursed my cat with death. I didn't realize it was weird when I was 4, but I forgot that that had happened the day before she died, and now it kinda freaks me out. How 'bout you?

And my friend said that I could put the link to her blog on here, so if you want to read it, here it is: http://somekidwithabunnynamedmarmaduke.blogspot.com/ Did you notice the name of it? Some Kid With A Bunny Named Marmaduke. Hmmm. That sound kinda familiar. onder where I heard that before... I don't know, I can't think of it.

I'm still working on my blog post about my summer camp, but it's taking longer than befoer, and it's still not as good. And I'm still paranoid about saving what I write about, and I kid you not, every sentence I type.

I'm pretty sure that I wanted to tell you something else, but I can't seem to remember right now... So bye, I guess. I promise I will eventually get my summer activities up here, don't worry. Adios, amigos y extranos (strangers, if you don't take spanish)!

HEDGEHOGS ROCK MY SOCKS OFF!!!
--Some Random Kid With No Life

Happy Bacon Day!

Hello there! How are you on this glorious day? Bacon Day, you ask? Well my reply would have to be:

NOOOO! IT'S NOT BACON DAY TODAY! I COULDN'T POST THIS ON BACON DAY BECAUSE I WAS AT MY GRANDPARENT'S HOUSE! BOOHOO! Bacon Day was on September 4, but because my parents went to Nantucket fo the whole Labor Day weekend, I spent the weekend with Grammy. And I didn't even get to have bacon! So sad!

My friend got a Blog, (inspired by me, I might add) and I wish to share it with all of my followers that aren't her. (That's only 3 people, by the way. Cough, cough. Wink, wink. Hint, hint. Nudge, nudge.) At first she made fun of me for having a blog. That made me sad. Just kidding! But, seriously. Not really! Hehe, am I messing with you? Yeah I bet I am. Well, now she has admitted that blogging is actually pretty fun (which it is). I guess I should probably ask her if I can put the link to her blog, or the name of it, I guess, before I put it on here. I was just so excited when she sasid she got a blog, that I had to put it on here... And Hi! fellow blogger friend! You know I love you!

Gotta go, kids! Stay tuned for the next episode (or update) of This Blog Isn't Actually About Dancing Bananas! And really, it'll make me happy if you leave a comment or follow my blog. I really really will.

HEDGEHOGS ROCK MY SOCKS OFF!!!
--Some Random Kid With No Life

Brown. (Like, Really. The Color.)

I'm really bored right now, so I think I'll just kinda rant, or whatever you want to call it, about the color brown:

Brown is a seriously missunderstood color. First of all, whenever somebody says 'brown,' there's always one person who automatically thinks 'the color of poop.' Well guess what? It's true! But it's the color of alot of nice things too. Leaves in the fall. Pinecones. :) Chocolate (and I've only known 3 people in my whole life who don't like chocolate). Many types of nice wood. Similarly, tree trunks. Alot of animals are brown. Alot of different foods are brown. I think you get the point.
Brown, in my opinion, also symbolizes cozy warmth. Kind of homey, and welcoming, if you know what I mean. And the color is pretty neutral. The only colors it doesn't go well with are orange and dark colors, but thats just because dark colors wouldn't show up as well. Most light shades go very well with brown. There was definetly something else I wanted to put on here, but I'm drawing a blank. Whatever.

Adios Amigos!

HEDGEHOGS ROCK MY SOCKS OFF!!!
--Some Random Kid With No Life

PS! (Kinda)

Follow my Blog! Only two people have so far (thank you!) and it's making me sad. If you really don't want to, then will you at least leave a comment on something? It'll make me happy if you just do either. I want to know if it's good or not, so I guess a comment would be more helpful... Yeah so BYE!

HEDGEHOGS ROCK MY SOCKS OFF!!!
--Some Random Kid With No Life

School. Meh. And Some Weird Little Fox.

My cruel parents have forced me to go back to school. We started yesterday, and I'm already looking forward to the last day. It's not like I dislike my teachers, It's just that school is work, and I'm sometimes (well, most of the time, actually) too lazy to do work. Today was 96 degrees outside, and the eighth grade wing which is upstairs (and heat rises you know) was even hotter. The only exception was English class, but that's because my teacher is pregnant and kind of should have an air conditioner for the hot days.

In Science today our teacher introduced himself by pouring alcohol on one of the tables and lighting it with a match. Yes, that is a true story. The blue flames spread quickly over all of the alcohol-covered surface, but only for 20 seconds, maybe. It died down, and he wiped the rest of the alcohol up with a paper towel. He then went on to explain that the tabletops are completly fire-proof. The kid who sits across from me smiled a very mischevious, evil-ish, and even joyful grin at me. I am going to have to do labs with him. He's never been the coordinated, well behaved student, and I've never really trusted him. I am now very scared.

Earlier tonight, there was a fox in my yard. I watched it from the bathroom window upstairs. I believe it had a squirrel in it's mouth, and was playing with it. Unlike many things that I've read, this fox was playing quite a bit with it's food. Not at all stealthy, slinky, or sly, like people always use as similies. "Sly as a fox." I promise I won't ever use that one again, because this thing was basically prancing! It was running around in the same area for a while, and every 5 or so seconds, it would sit down and get back up again. It would run in and out of the trees! It frolicked in the... moss! I believe that it was only mostly a fox, because of it's appearence, and partly excited, spazzy kitten.

I have some more things to say, but they are all even less relevent that the fox sory, so I think I'll put them in another post on another day. Bye then.

HEDGEHOGS ROCK MY SOCKS OFF!!!
--Some Random Kid With No Life