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I have nothing to blog about except homework. Oh-wait! That's not true! I gots the PT and her friend the unstoppable maniac (UM) playing together! It's the best thing yet!

PT: UM, quick! We must hurry if we are to rescue the princess of cave jewels!

UM: but first, we must defeat the evil guardian, jewel maker X!

PT: what?

UM: Urgh! Follow me!

Each maniac picks up a ball or throwable object and charges across the room:

PT: Argh! Help! UM, he's got me! He's got me!

UM: For the princess of cave jewels! ARGHH!!!

So for a while, PT gets stuck, and UM decides that this is boring, so then the Sane One (oddly both friends of PT and UM) shows up and suggests playing catch. The others agree, but it is not long before this game gets out of hand:

UM: Throw it as high as you can! Reach for the sky!

PT: Um....We're indoors, and I can't touch the sky....

SO: Oh, PT, she doesn't really mean it. She just wants you to throw it as high as you can.

PT: Okay...Here I go...and....THROW! (slams ball into the ground)

SO: Nice try PT...okay, now it's my turn! (Throws ball into the chest of UM)

UM: Blargghhh! Here it comes PT! (slams ball into PT's face)

PT: WOAHH! (falls down) Man down! Man down!

SO: Are you okay PT?!

PT: Need help! Need help! my mouth hurts.....

ATTENTION!

YEARBOOK PICTURES THIS FOLLOWING WEDNESDAY. TRY NOT TO EMBARRASS YOURSELF OR YOUR CLASS. TRY TO LOOK APPROPRIATE. DON'T HAVE A BAD HAIR DAY. PICK A LOCATION NO WHERE NEAR THE 1ST GRADE CLASSROOM, THIS AREA IS OFF LIMITS, DUE TO EXTREME GROSSNESS. MAKE SURE TO WEAR YOUR UNIFORM, BECAUSE YOU SHOULD NEVER BE SEEN IN A YEARBOOK WEARING ANYTHING ELSE. MAKE SURE TO BE AS PLAIN AS POSSIBLE, AND DON'T SMILE DURING THE PICTURES.

In case you haven't figured it out already, yearbook pictures are this Wednesday. Yes, our class had to do them on the carpet in the 1st grade classroom for reasons unknown. I looked acceptable, or so I have been told. I just stuck a headband, but it looked terrible anyway because I decided to have a bad hair day. But I made sure not to smile during the pictures! And I wore my plainest uniform possible, so now I don't stick out! All the classes had to have their pictures taken, but our classes' was the most embarrassing, because the whole school was miraculously given permission to watch. During the actually picture taking, there was much violence and squishifiying. My knees were utterly destroyed by having too many classmates on them, and my arms were squished from also having too many classmates on them. It was a great feat of concentration that I managed to keep a straight face. Okay I admit, it wasn't that bad, but it was pretty bad. Still, I kept all the picture taking rules above, except I wasn't the one selecting the location. I'm glad we got that over with.

Wow....That's a lot of hair

It's over! It's done! I have finally gone and got my long, nearing waist-length hair cut! I watched as it piled up on the floor in the barber's shop...MUHAHAHAHAHHAHA! It's gone! And now I am proud to say that my hair is neck-length, and curly. Isn't that great? I love it! I don't have to put it up every 5 minutes either. It's great having short hair. Unfortunately, I'm still in the habit of stroking it through, and my fingers continuing several feet from my head, but now they fall right off because there's nothing to stroke. It's also a ton lighter too. I mean, I used to get migraines from my heavy hair before. I hope I'm not boring anyone. This has just been such a happy day for me. At aerobics, we did some good songs and I didn't even have to shvits like crazy, we just took it slow and relaxed and I was comfortable. Yup, today was one of 'dem better days.......*sigh*....

Cool things!

I've been quite the bookworm lately. I can't stop reading The squire tales books 1-8. I really can't stop reading! I pick it up at the library, and then I read it day and night. I can't even tell you how many times the books have been confiscated for reading during class. However, you can't deny they're helping my writing grades. So far I've got nothing but A's and A-'s. Anyway I can't think of too many things to blog about, so I'll either find a good story or this blog will be taken over by the forces of evil.....Oh whoops! I meant to say the forces of school work, prompts, book reports, charts for reminding me of school work, and possible plans for world destruction.


Whoo! That's a mouthful.


Happy Chanuka Everyone!

A typical morning with the PT

I wake up to the sound of singing. It is 6:15 a.m Monday morning. I guess that it's the PT, so I check her bed, but she's not there. The singing doesn't stop, and now it's been joined with some drumming. I check underneath my bed and sure enough, there's the PT singing as she smacks the top of my bed with her feet. I decide it'd just be better to go back to bed. It is 7:00. I get up, the PT is still drumming on my bed. I open the door to my bedroom, but I stop when the PT speaks up:

PT: er.. aren't you forgetting something?

iguana: No, what am I forgetting?

PT: uh.. Try the lost drummer

iguana: The who?

PT: Urgh! I meant me! I'm going downstairs, whoever wants to come with me, come with me!

So we troop downstairs in our PJ's. We were trying to teach the PT how to make her own breakfast, so when we got to the kitchen I took out a bowl, a spoon, some milk, and some Cheerios.

PT: er.. I'm hungry

iguana: That's nice to know

PT: uh.. what can I eat?

iguana: it's breakfast time PT, what do you think we're eating?

PT: er........Spaghetti?

iguana: Do you want some cereal PT?

PT: Well, as I always say, "if I am not mistaken, you are correct"

iguana: But PT you rarely ever.....*sigh*...Never mind, what cereal do you want?

PT: uh.. How about fruity pebbles?

iguana: ok, go get a bowl, spoon, and the cereal.

The PT does these things and pours her cereal. Soon she is munching away.

PT: er.. iguana?

iguana: yes PT?

PT: Can I watch some TV?

iguana: no

PT: why not?

iguana: because you haven't brushed your teeth, you aren't dressed, and you aren't ready to go at all

PT: Hmmm......Well iguana, all that *she leans closer to me* could all change....

iguana: yeah.....Ok PT let's keep eating, we'll want to get around to that sooner or later.

Yipee!

heLLO blOgers! i'M only doing this because I'm super bored and have nothing to blog about except for major algebra homework AnD the pT, witch I'm sure your getting bored of by now. sOOO.... i'VE decided to play around with the color fonts instead!


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if you have problems with different colors and fonts, please leave the blog NOW! If you like a little variety in your life, continue reding.

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AdJECTIVES! please don't litter! lard is not cool! i hate algebra! little ittie bittie twiddle bugs

super small a bit bigger pretty big huge HUMONGO!

That last one wasn't a word.

IT'S MINE! IT'S A HUNDRED! SHUT IF OFF!

BOOM! Thank you whoever just shotgunned their computer. Sorry for exploding on you. It is now safe to exit the blog, through the back door.

wine for babies and bees

Unfortunately, Or succah does not have a screen, so bees were able to get in pretty easily. Also unfortunately, they were addicted to wine. We had over that day, Mrs.B's friend and her baby boy. During kiddish, when Pyschotoddler was drinking the wine from the bachar, baby boy asked his mother

"Mommy, I'm thirsty what can I drink?"
" You want some water honey?"
"No, I want wine in my sippy"

Wine. Wine in the sippy cup. Was this little boy expecting to get drunk? Once the wine came out, the bees came in. Apparently, they wanted some wine too. How they planned to drink it, I don't know. But I suppose there's an explanation, seeing as it's sweet. That doesn't explain why the baby wanted wine though. Do they know something we don't? Are there other babies and hives who have huge stocks of wine and grape juice? They said in the paper that the honey bees had disappeared for a short time and now we know why! They were refilling their Joyvin boxes! Whatever you do, don't put any kind of wine in you succah! (unless you're a bee keeper)