Sunday, April 27, 2008

"Pollution"

Pollution itself is a weirdo. Oops, sorry, wrong font. I wanna use Verdana. OK. As I was saying, pollution is a weirdo. I am willing to bet that one of you reading this has, in some way or another, provoked pollution in some way. (No offense to you people who think that you never have polluted)

Wether you have turned on an air conditioning system, or went in a car to school, or whatever, unfortunately, pollution is everywhere we turn. I know it might be beyond some people to turn away from pollution, like if you all need to drive to school because it is far away. But please, if you can walk to school in two minutes, take the chance. And, if you can turn off your air conditioning, do it.

Please listen, because mother nature is counting on you.

Tuesday, April 15, 2008

My Rival.....(Scratch that. She's not technically my "RIVAL" if u consider a rival someone you compete against. But I DO hate her...

Now, I like to keep my blog posts SHORT, I mean, short, but in this case, maybe I'll make it two or three paragraphs. I don't know, it depends at how much time I have at my rival, Line Eva's house. Your probably wondering, why the heck am I at some random person's house, saying that their my rival. Well, actually, it turns out that her parents and my parents are friends, so I'm trapped at her house till like, the end of time.(Ahem, sarcasm, wait, is that really sarcasm. I think. But I wouldn't know, I don't understand it.) Uh oh, darn. My parents are ready to go. Darn, I can't right that many paragraphs. Bi all readers!!! Oh good. Maybe I can stay a bit. Before I leave I have better get on with the main point of this article. Don't be confused if I go kinda astray. It happens. Wait, what was I going to talk about in this article??? (Conscience Speaking: Look at the title you fool!!!) OOOOHHHHH!!!! That's what I was talking about! Sorry for the delay. Now let's get it started!

My rival, don't be offended Line Eva, or her friends, but I must talk about what a banana and bologna and egg salad sandwich brain she is. At the moment, as you already know, I am marooned at Line's house. I was so bored that I eventually just gave up on trying not to be bored and broke out typing this post. Did you know that egg salad doesn't taste that bad. It tastes horrible, but not the revolting flavor that you'd imagine it to be.(Conscience Speaking: Idiot! Talk sensibly you idiotic hobo! Me Speaking: Yeah well, you're not so good at remembering what YOU want to talk about either conscience! Conscience Speaking: Fool! Listen or you shall plunge yourself out the window! Me Speaking: Oh, so you want to rumble well...Gaaaahhhh!!! Crash, Bam, Smash,
aaaiiieee!!!...............

Sorry about the trouble! My conscience is supposed to do good for me but it usually does bad for me. Oh! And their is an annoying girl and a fat cat bothering me and being a pest too! Now back to the article. Sorry about the delay!

Line Eva bothers me SO often. She is older than me though, but only by like half a year. She teases me and always bores me when I'm at her house.

Do you like grape juice? I think it tastes like metal and poop. My favorite color is blue. Oops. Sorry no time. BI!!!

Thursday, April 10, 2008

A Girl Weirdo

A girl, I will not say who because there are spies looking at this website, is a weirdo. My friends and x-friends hate her, and she takes joy in annoying us. She is, if I do say so myself, a natural at annoying, and she goes BEYOND what I know about being weird. SHE IS A MAJOR WEIRDO!!!

Monday, April 7, 2008

Es Loco!!!

Excuse me for the loco part.(I don't even know if I spelled it right...) but we have another weirdo. Many times a day, I deal with weirdos.Everywhere. This one I made up thuogh. I felt that it would be fun. His name was Bob. (I just picked it out) He had messed up hair and a really weird smile. He loved to eat pie (a ridiculously weird food) and often threw it at his mom. Well, another brief description of a weirdo. Bi!!!

ME!!! For Once!

Your probably wondering why I never talk about myself being a weirdo. Well, many girls I know say I am a weirdo (cough cough, obviously) and I have decided to give into the pier pressure. I am an often lazy fifth grade kid who goes to the school of cider.( Cider Mill School) I have one brother and enjoy teasing girls. But, I am by far nowhere near as weird as Nicholas Cullan. Well, I must leave you in mystery as to who I raelly am, my mother is calling me.