Once Upon A Mattress

Last night I went to my middle school's performance of Once Upon A Mattress! Now don't allow your mind to stray to the gutter before I explain. It's a bit of a parody of The Princess and the Pea. It's funnier, musical, and more in depth.

The main character, Princess Winnifred, AKA Fred, is desperate to marry Prince Dauntless, but his mother doesn't want him to marry. So the queen puts all eligible princesses through a test, and Fred's test is about sensitivity. The queen puts a pea under twenty goose down mattresses.

Of course you already know how the story goes (unless you either live under a large rock with no connection to the outside world, and in that case you wouldn't be reading this, OR you live in the wizarding world, and grew up with Beedle's tales such as Babbity Rabbity And Her Cackling Stump).

Fred feels the pea (and or jousting equipment), thus keeping her awake at night. She passes the test, and is able to marry Prince Dauntless.

Why am I telling you this, you ask? Well, one of my friends (who is following my b log, bless her soul (and my other followers)) JUST SO HAPPENS to be the STAR of the show! Shout out to Fred, you did a wonderful job, along with your cast mates!

This is the Last Hedgehog Whisperer signing off.

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

Poetry Project

I'm back! I forgot to put this in the last post. I just wanted you to see some of my actual writing instead of my usual ranting. I decided to put up two of the poems I had to write for english. This is kind of annoying, because I can't just copy and paste them. But I'm putting them up anyways. Here we go.

Fire

Summer ends, one day in mid September,
the humid, hot air disappears, along with the earliest birds.
The day the fire starts.
The first tiny, flickering sparks will lead to the flames that engulf the whole world.

The sparks catch, and fire ignites the color in the trees.
Fire catching. Flames, trying to lap up everything their tongues can reach.
All of a sudden, everything burns,
blazing in the cool, dry air,
until no green remains.
The world is heated with glowing warm colors of fire.

But the beauty is not allowed to last forever.
As soon as everything is engulfed in flames,
red, orange, and yellow.
It dies.

The intensity of the inferno falls,
dropping color to the cold floor of the Earth.
Straggling small flames prance to the dirt.
All that remain are the embers, lying on the ground.
Fire extinguished, a cold world white and gray.
But the fire will rage agian after summer's end.


Sooo... How did yyou like it? Do you even know what it's about? It's a metaphor for something. When my mom firt read it, she thought it was about the apocolypse. Don't worry, I'm not emo, so I wouldn't write about that. But what do you think this is really about? If you are nice, you will leave a comment telling me, won't you? Yes. Yes you will.

Here is the other poem. It's my image list poem, and I didn't know what to name it. Here:


The yellow sulight filtering through the thinning foliage.
A soft brown mat of leaves have collected from years past blanketing the firm earth beneath.
Trees that seem to have gotten shorter as years go by,
are warmed by bright shades of autumn.

The mossy concrete bridge over the clear stream.
A pale green pond stretches farther than expected around the bend,
Concealed by a row of houses.

A waterfall spills over a rotting board,
Placed there long ago to keep the water in, but to no avail.
The rushing, roaring waterfall,
The giggling, gurgling stream
With large smooth stones poking through,
Shades of peach, charcoal, brown, and green
From algae that grows in the warm dappled sunlight.

With legs dangling over an edge of the ancient bridge,
The tip of the roof of a faded yellow farmhouse
Is visible over the tops of multicolored trees
That have begun preparing for winter.


So. That's my other poem. It's much more straight forward. So, again, please leave a comment on what you think the first one was about.

Now I will update in soon hopefully. Goodbye my friends.


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

Never Dip Cheese Flavored Rice Cakes In Hot Chocolate.

Hello. I am ashamed that I haven't been updating. It's been more than a month! I've ust had way too much school work to have time. 3 Honors classes plus one higher-level Spanish class is pretty hard to manage normally. I haven't gotten more than 6 or 7 hours of sleep for the past month (excluding weekends)! Yes, sometimes life does suck. Sometimes not so much. These past weeks it has sucked. Except for anything not school related. That doesn't suck.

I'm hungry. But do you wanna know what I'm not going to eat? Yes you do want to know. Well I'm not going to tell you. Just kidding! I am not going to eat cheese flavored rice cakes dipped in hot chocolate. I've had that before (by accident) and it was terrible. Don't try it.

I even missed Halloween! It's really sad that I missed it bbecause I have a very intriguing time this year. I just used my Cheshire Cat costume from the skit I was in over the summer, because my mom told me that I couldn't make a new costume because of all my homework. She's right though. But anyways, my costume was still pretty good. One of my friends was a guy (she's a girl) and at first nobody (beides me) recognized her. Another one of my friends was a little kid and she wore those pajamas with the feet, and she was actually warm (lucky). Nobody was anything crazy like last year. Last year I was a hedgehog and my costume kicked bum. That sounds funny. "Kicked bum."

So, there is this HUGE white mansion down the street from where my friend (who dressed as a boy and who has a blog of her own) and I live. After trick-or-treating with our friends, we thought we'd go there to see if the rumors were true. Here are all the rumors we've heard about this house:

• A single old man lives there alone.
• The sinlge old man has around 40 cats.
• Each of his cats has it's own room.
• For Halloween, he gives out $50 bills or a whole pack of king sized candy bars.
• He has maids and butlers that do everything for him.

So I think you understand why we'd want to go there, am I right? Well we went. We walked to the front door, and we were about to ring the doorbell, when we realized that there was no doorbell. That seems pretty anti-social, doesn't it? Yeah, I think so. We knocked (well my brother and his friend knocked) on the door loud enough for him to hear us (or at least his cats). No response. I looked in through the skinny windows on either side of the door. There was a huge spiral staircase going up, and there were display lights shining on the staircase. I bet you want to know what the lights were displaying. Cats. Well, stuffed cats, but still cats. It was the scariest moment of my life. Not that I live a fearful life, but still. OMQ, it was so weird. The first cat I saw was a fluffy pink one with very pointy ears. And there was one on each step, all different. He must be a lonely man.

The guy never came, so I can't confirm any of the legends. But that's really sad, isn't it? I told this story to my whole table in Social Studies, and they thought it was the strangest thing. They were pretty much yelling in class, because it was so abnormal. We decided to name the cat man. One girl came up with the name Willis. We joked around with the name Willis for awhile, but then they all said that the name wasn't good enough. We kept suggesting names until Arthur came up (that was me, by the way) and Arthur was the winning name. Arthur the cat man. Yeah. I told them this the monday after Halloween, and we haven't gone a whole class yet without mentioning this guy. It's pretty funny actually.

A couple of weeks ago in Homeroom, we were saying the Pledge of Allegiance like we always do. I glanced at one of my friends who sits at my table, and immediatly, I announced, "Your nose is green." It was really quiet, and I'm pretty sure that there were a bunch of kids looking at me, not that I care. Her nose was GREEN! She just kina glared at me (in a joking sorta way) because she thought I just said that to be random (which by the way, I didn't). When homeroom was over, we went to her locker and she looked in the mirror. She made a very surprised face, and started trying to rub whatever the green stuff was, off. It came off pretty easily, although we still wonder what it was and how it got there.

Also, if you haven't already read it, I am in the process of writing a story thing. I put it on the website, Quizilla, so I'll put the link on here in case you haven't read it. This is only the first chapter, and I'm trying to figure out how to get another chapter up there. Quizilla isn't very well organized for people trying to post things, so it's not easy. Anyway, here's the link: http://quizilla.teennick.com/stories/17327977/its-not-a-dream-this-time

I'm really excited for the new Harry Potter 7 Part 1 that's coming out at midnight (not that I'll actually be going to the premiere). I just can't wait! But I hope they don't leave parts out like they've been doing for all the movies besides the first one. Even if they do leave parts out, the movie will proably still be good like all the other ones.

And while I'm on the topic of Harry Potter (collective groan from all of my friends), I just wanted to tell any of you darling people that I really think that you should watch A Very Potter Musical by Starkid Potter. It's a real musical about Harry Potter stuff. Except for that it's really funny. My favorite character in it is Draco Malfoy, but you already knew that. I don't really have to explain any more, because the only people who read this are my friends, and they're pretty annoyed with all of my totally awesome Starkid references. (Did you catch that one?)

I don't think I have anything else to say at the moment, so... I'll try to update soon. Like, before the month is up. So, I guess I'll see you (most of you) soon!

HEDGEHOGS ROCK MY SOCKS OFF!!!

--Some Random Kid With No Life

Fun/Good/Interesting Times

There have been many moments in the past two weeks where I have thought "OMQ! I HAVE to put that on my blog!" (OMQ is and inside joke, not a typo.) But alas, (did I just say, or type, alas?) I do not remember all of them. So here are all of the things that I do remember:

• On the bus the day of School Sprit Day (and if you've read my post from last Spirit Day, then you'll know how much I love it) the was a group of maybe 5 sixth graders getting all excited. One girl in paticular who was on the Red Team, was wearing everything red. She was freaking out. Alot. One of her friends gave her a red face paint crayon to use, and she put the dreaded red lines under her eyes. Next she started writing "RED" on her left arm when the tip of the crayon broke. She flipped out for, like, a minute. Over a freakin' crayon! Then she proceeded to write "TEAM" after the "RED" and got all excited again when she realized it worked better that way. Then came the dreaded hairspary that another one of her buddies pulled out. Spirit Girl, as my friend calls her, popped off the top. God, no. That was bad. We'd all end up being red and smelly by the end of the bus ride. Luckily (oh so luckily), one of her other, less decked-out friends had the sense to stop her, but I'm sure she would've done it. When everyone was done ruining themselves with red and black, Spirit Girl started growling or something weird like that. Ergh, she was so spazzy it was bugging my and my homies (I'm sure my friends don't like being called 'homies' but whatever). We were watching them the whole time, but they were so into it that none of the girls noticed. And after that, me and my homies (yes I did just say "homies" again) were laughing about them, because everybody knows (well, everybody but them) that nobody actually has spirit for Spirit Day, and they would all stand out like a big red blood stain in a white room. (I just made up that similie. We are doing our poetry unit in school now)
• The next day after the Spirit Girl incident, it was the own fair day, and my friend (the one who calls her "Spirit Girl") and I voulenteered at the kiddie section to paint faces. All of the little kids were so cute, and they didn't really care if what we did actually looked good or not. (Usually not.)
• In homeroom, the Monday after the town fair thingy, my science teacher came in and started bugging me and my friend. Aparently, he tried to say hi to us whenwe were painting faces, but niether of us heard him, and he claimed that we were ignoring him. But that's not true.
• I drew a butterfly on my foot. It's true. I just randomly took off my neon tie-dye sock, took out a pen from my binder, and I drew a really nice butterfly on the bottom my foot next to my big toe. You know what time it was when I did that? No, you don't, actually. Well, unless you are my dad, because he was there. It was 1:00 in the morning. I was supposed to be doing my homework, and I just had the urge to draw a butterfly on my foot. Wow. This bullet is longer than it should be, given all I wanted to say was that I drew a butterfly on my foot.
• Have you ever seen the movie "Heavenly Kid"? I have. It's really funny. My friends and I made fun of it one night. It's about some kid that died because he drove off a cliff and his car exploded. That wasn't very smart of him, was it? No, it wasn't.
• My math teacher was giving a lesson (which she rarely does) which was about solving equations, and she was telling us how to set up a certaing kind of eqution. "If Luke is this tall," she said gesturing to how tall Luke is, "And I am twice the hieght of him, (yeah, right. he's the tallest kid in our class) then how high am I?' A few of the guys chuckled a bit, and my teacher said, "Um, maybe I shouldn't say that. How tall am I?" Everyone was laughing (including the teacher) exept for me. I didn't get it 'till a minute later, and I was all like "OH! Right. Yeah I knew that!" And I felt so stupid, although I usually do.
• My brother was talking to himself on the late bus. He was sitting behind me, and I kept turning around to see who he was talking to, but no one was there. He didn't even look at me, so I'm pretty sure he wasn't faking it. Finally I asked who he was talking to. "What? Oh, nobody." um, okey-dokey then. He didn't talk the rest of the way home.
• I made a one-eyed-one-horned-flying-purple-people-eater out of purple sparkly felt.
• A cow mooed at me.
• I needed my friend to help me tie my shoe. It wasn't one of my good moments.
• In spanish class, we spent the whole entire one-hour class going over our homework assignment from the night before. It was very painful for me, because more that half the class got everything wrong. And it was a review from last year. And the year before. They should know this stuff! It was so simple. I felt like Hermione Granger when she wasn't called on by Snape in their first year! I knew all of the answers, and I raised my hand every time, but she rarely called on me. It was sad. Too sad. Mighty sad. What a bummer! It was sad when the great ship went down... Camp song. Nevermind.
• For two whole half-hour lunch periods, my friends and I talked about The Hunger Games, including the friend that doesn't usually (EVER!) talke about books. Two of them kept arguing over whether Peeta or Gale is better. "I LOVE PEETA SO MUCH!" "RAH I HAT PEETA! GALE IS SO MUCH BETTER! PEETA IS SO STUPID!" I was indifferent between Peeta and Gale in the first book, and I was sitting in between them when they were having this heated debate. The rest of the time, we just had other smaller discussions about The Hunger Games. Did I say it was for two whole lunch periods? I felt like such a nerd, not that I'm not, but...
• Have you ever watched Coraline? Have you ever watched Coraline and wondered why it's only rated PG? I have. It's a really creepy movie. I'm not easily scared by things that aren't real, but my brother, who by th way is 12, was a bit freaked out by it. I think it shouls be rated PG13 for content that may give children 12 and under nightmares for the rest of their lives. Also, not that this has anything to do with it's creepiness, but Coraline is a really annoying kid. She almost seems bratty. But her parents are pretty boring...
• A few days ago, I was talking to one of my friends on the bus about people who have ADD. I was looking out the window at the time and I was in the middle of my sentence when I kid you not, i said "Hey look- a butterfly!" And the thing is, there really was a butterfly. It was a monarch butterfly. You know, the orange and black ones? It was funny because the squirrel gets dead. Just kidding. That was from the movie Up, if you haven't recently quoted Doug. But it's funny because we were taking about ADD and then I was distracted by a butterfly. Yeah.
• Yesterday, my dad bought a bunch of Halloween flavors of gumdrops. One of then was candy corn flavored. Yeah, I know. How can there be candy corn flavored gum drops? Well, I had to try one, and let me tell you, there isn't really such thing as candy corn flavored gum drops. The "candy corn flavored gum drops" were really cardboard flavored gum drops. Really they tasted like cardboard. That is not a hyperbole. (Look! Another thing from our poetry unit!) It was like thin cardboard in the shape of a cone-like squishy thing. If you don't believe me, buy some for yourself. They are the DOTS brand, so you can probably find them at the grocery store.
• Have you every been on the cleverbot websitle It's apparently a computer that tries to understand what you are saying an then respond accordingly. It's actually really quite funny. Here is one of my conversations:

Me: Hi.

Cleverbot: How tall are you?

Me: 5'4

Cleverbot: Nice.

Me: How is that nice?

Cleverbot: I like cats.

And here is another conversation:

Me: Have you ever read The Outsiders?

Cleverbot: No. Why?

Me: I'm writing an essay about the character Dally.

Cleverbot: Do you love cats?

And another one:

Cleverbot: Do you go to Church?

Me: Nope! Do you?

Cleverbot: Yes. Every Sunday.

Me: That's good.

Cleverbot: I smoke alot baby!

Wow. And here's the last one I'm going to put:

Cleverbot: Do you belive in God?

Me: I don't know. Do you?

Cleverbot: I believe in God, because I believe he created cats. However I've noticed that cats aren't mentioned in The Bible.

Yes, these were real conversations with Cleverbot. I guess it really likes cats...

• I feel really nerdy today. I'm wearing my glasses and my hair is greasy because I was too lazy to put in my contacts and take a shower, but I'm not too lazy to update my blog. My blog feels special.

So that was just written in the order that I remembered it, not the order it actually happened in. These are all things that happened since two weeks ago, and as I said before, ther's more that I forget.

Farewell, not-so-trusty blog readers! (Because I only know one person besides myself who regularly reads my blog.

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

SCHOOL'S OUT!

YAY! School ended yesterday and I'm so happy! Seventh grade has gone by the slowest so far (just in school).
I kinda think that it's stupid that the last day was a half day on a Monday. It's pretty pointless. Also, in Social Studies, we had to do work. Work. On the last day of school. How cruel can you teachers get? I'll answer for you: pretty damn cruel. I'm still really happy that school's over.

For my hedgehogs vs porcupines compare and contrast I got 103%! (I got 3 extra points for turning it in on time because pretty much everyone forgets.) Alot of the essays I had to write this year where I could choose the topic were about hedgehogs and my english teacher commented about that. She thinks I'm trying to be funny, but I just write about what I want to write about.

Yeah, so bye!

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

School Spirit! (or not)

Today we had a field day for my middle school. Oh joy. It was supposed to be some spirit thing, where there are three teams, (red, white, and black- our school colors) and we all have to wear our color. I was put on the black team, but I don't actually have any black shirts, and I just got rid of my only black sweatshirt. But my friend, who's dresses goth, had no problem. Maybe I should've borrowed one of her shirts. Actually, today, she wore her only non-black shirt, which I thought was kinda funny.



Anyway, I wore a peach shirt and a white sweatshirt, so alot of people thought I was on the white team. When we were getting into our groups, I couldn't find my group leader. There were 10 groups on each color team, and each group had a sign with the number on it. I was wandering around the fields, looking for group 10, my group, but it wasn't anywhere around where it was supposed to be. I saw my friends who were on the white team, and they tried to get me into their group, but another guy from my homeroom was in my group too, and we were looking together, so I couldn't. The principle was walking around too and he asked us if we needed help finding our group. He checked hi list for group 10, but said that he couldn't find it. We wandered around some more for another few minutes and came to the back of the field where the groups WEREN'T supposed to be, but we checked anyway. And, you guessed it (I think), group 10 was there. Urgh. I was really annoyed right then. I still have no freaking idea why, since the principle said we had to be on one of the front fields.



We played some really boring games, and waited for other groups to finish their games. The black team lost most of the games, so it didn't really boost the school spirit, at least not onour team. We sort of gave up a bit less than halfway. We also had the least people with our color shirts. Oops. Nobody is ever with their friends, so it's never fun. They also mix the grades, and a teacher was assigned to each group, and I got this really mean eighth grade teacher, while my sixth grade brother was put in the group with my awesome science teacher. I'm jealous.



Well, this was basically just to say how much our school spirit sucks. So, bye, I guess.

HEDGEHOGS ROCK MY SOCKS OFF!

--Some Random Kid With No Life

School- UGH! So BORING!

Number of hours of sleep I got last night: 8.

Number of classes I fell asleep in: 5.
(Math, English, History, Spanish, and Study Hall)

This proves that just because I get all A's and am considered a nerd by just about everyone but my mother- yeah my dad thinks I'm a nerd too - doesn't mean that I love school and math and homework and tests. I actually don't usually finish my homework untill on the bus the morning it's due or in homeroom. I don't even study. Ever.

One thing I do like though, is reading. I actually love reading if it isn't some boring book for homework, like a couple years ago I had to read Hatchet. I skipped several chapters in the middle too, and it was still terrible. My favorite part was when Brian was stabbed by the porcupine. Go spiky friends! But hedgehogs are still better. Anyway, I hated the character, Brian. Actually he's the only character which makes it so much worse. We also had to read The Pearl by John Steinbeck. Hated that one too. It wasn't as bad as Hatchet was though. Well, yeah you get the point. I really love books when I can choose what book I want to read and when I can put the book away whenever I want.
Right now I'm reading the series Maximum Ride. I highly reccomend it. I'm almost halfway through book five. Good books.

Yeah, well, I mostly wrote this to prove that some nerds hate school too, but I kinda contributed to the other side of the argument when I started talking about books and reading... Oh well.


HEDGEHOGS ROCK MY SOCKS OFF!

-Some Random Kid With No Life