The Yogurt You Can Eat!

I had this strange dream last night..
I dreamt that I invented by own kind of yogurt [I had been thinking about go-gurt, those disgusting tubes of yogurt, before I went to sleep].

Anyway, in the dream, I was designing a commercial, and decided the slogan would be
"the yogurt you can eat!!"

I think my future is in advertising.

-snig

More on eye makeup.

I am becoming quite good with eye makeup. But only if you want to look sick or dead or both. I have so many pretty colours. They work as follows:

Black=dead in a very halloween-esque way

Brown=dead or on the verge of it

Pink=back from the dead

Pink+black=what are you on?

Purple=punched in the eye (although others can look like this too.)

Green=ill or decaying

Blue=hypothermia or just punched in the eye again.

I think it must take skill to make every colour go so horribly wrong. Which means I have mad skills. If only I could get my hands on a few shades of red. Then the fun could really begin!

again

I made cookies this morning. they were the dark/white chocolate kind...they looked really really good...in the recipe.
I thought I would add raspberry to the recipe. So I did. and then they turned dark grey/blue. It was a horribly hideous colour. they were grey with little yellow and white and pink and brown spots.
but they tasted alright.

also, when I was spraying canola oil on the cookies sheet, I accidently was holding the spray bottle backwards, so it sprayed at me instead...after I turned it around, I missed the sheet and sprayed my cell phone by accident. it was a really unpleasant baking experience.

I had cold left over pasta for lunch.

Eye makeup. . .

i have acquired something amazing! It is called pink eye shadow. It just happens to make you look dead. I really like it. I originally got the idea from the singer in From First to Last. And then I can wear it with black eyeliner! I have put some on Snig and made her into my little clone.

Bio homework

This was seriously a question on my biology homework:

6. A matchmaker is a person who helps other people find marriage partners. Think of all the characteristics of an enzyme. In what ways are a matchmaker and an enzyme similar? In what ways are they different?


I'm not going to say anything else.

The Amazing Life of Elizabeth

So, today me and my friend who I will refer to as Elizabeth were bored. And we wrote each other's life stories in the form of a trashy romance novel. Here is the one I wrote for her.

Elizabeth has three goats. (that is actually true.) One day, one of them got loose. She was frantically chasing after it, when she saw that some one had caught it for her. He was tall, dark, and handsome. When he looked up form the goat their eyes met, and they knew there was a connection. "Is this your goat?" he asked, as if he had just been hit with a heavy object. "Yes," Elizabeth answered, somewhat breathlessly. They starred deep into each other's eyes. Abruptly, he broke off his gaze. "Well, I'm glad you didn't loose your goat," he said, then he quickly stood up, and walked away. Elizabeth tried to call after him, but the breath caught in her throat. She starred into the space he had left.
Elizabeth could not stop thinking about this encounter. Who was he? she wondered. And why can't I stop thinking about him? She had finally stopped thinking about him a few months later, when they met again. Elizabeth was in the super market, buying some oatmeal, when she noticed someone who looked familiar, who she couldn't quite place. Then he looked up. Their eyes met. For a moment, the world seemed to stop moving. Elizabeth felt so flustered, she hurried away to the checkout.
"Why didn't I speak to him?" she lamented, minutes later in her car. "This was the perfect chance." However, she tore her mind from the issue, as she was to start working at a farm the next day. When she started there, it was like a dream come true. Her tall, dark, handsome stranger worked there, too! His name was Max. He had goats too. He was so gentle caring for them, Elizabeth knew she was falling in love. Max loved the way she was so devoted to her animals.
So they got married, had kids, lived on a farm in the middle of nowhere (Vermont), lived happily ever after, etc., etc., the end.

Fun with chemistry

Our chemistry book sucks. They said Georges Seurat was an impressionist, when in fact, he is a pointillist. Later on, they talk about three types of carbon- diamond, graphite, and buckministerfullerene. What the hell is that? Now they are saying that food colouring spreads in water because, obviously the water molecules are moving, and bouncing the food colouring around. Of course. That is exactly what I think about when I put food colouring in water.

Death and Hatred and Anger and Flames and Explosions and...

I just blew up a plate. In the microwave.
I was making a potato.

I heard this popping sounds or something. I thought it must have been the potato, even though I remembered to poke holes in it this time. So I took it out and stabbed it with a steak knife, then put it in. A few minutes later, I heard more popping sounds. After looking in to the microwave, I realized that pieces of plastic were popping off the plate and flying around the microwave!!! It was horrible!

And the worst part is...
THE PLATE WAS SUPPOSED TO BE MICROWAVABLE! IT'S MADE OF MICROWAVABLE PLASTIC! I'VE USED IT BEFORE! I WANT TO SUE TEXAS WARE!!!

Stop hatin', people!

I wish everyone would stop hating emo kids. People criticize them, saying they're too sensitive (what is wrong with having feelings, people?), or for writing poetry. Everyone needs an outlet, and poetry is a perfectly good one. Try it. You'll be surprised. What else, hmm? Dressing weird. It is more fun that way. Maybe them damn emo kids don't want to wear the same crap from american eagle. And what is wrong with eyeliner? It creates a look. It is just a different way of applying make up. Get over it. Also emo kids supposedly have low self esteem. That is not exactly unique. All these things are just stereotypes. That is like saying all Jewish people like challah. That's a lie. Everyone likes challah. Just stop the emo related hate.

CLAMS

To the tune of "Pain" by Three Days Grace.

Chorus:
Clams, without love
clams, can't get enough
clams, I like it rough
'cause I'd rather have clams than nothing at all.

You're sick of eating fish
it's not the only dish.
I'll take you by the hand,
and I'll show you a dish that you can understand.
This life is filled with clams
when octopus doesn't work.
Trust me, and take my card
when the seafood's done, you'll understand.

Chorus!

Scallops and halibut
are better than cod and trout.
Trust me, I've got a plan,
when the squid is done, you'll understand.

Chorus!

Clams, without love
clams, can't get enough
clams, I like it rough
'cause I'd rather have clams than nothing,
I'd rather have clams.
I know I know I know I Know
that you're hungry
You know you know you know you know
that I'm here to feed you.
You know you know you know you know
I'll always be cooking for you.
I know I know I know I Know
you'll tip me later.

Chorus! Chorus!

I'd rather have clams than nothing at all,
I'd rather have CLAMS!

Oy, am I stupid.

A hideously stupid idea has just occurred to me while listening to "Secrets don't make friends" by From First to Last. It went something like, "I am not a secret, because I make friends!" Well, I do sometimes.
Happy V-Day from you raccoon-eyed little friend Gigi.

Unrelated, but...

I saw the funniest comment on youtube, in response to someone else's comment.

It was something like:
"calm down man! Have some herbal tea."

It made me laugh a lot.

Voice

Gigi, you were complaining or something about Adam Gontier's voice on that interview...

I found some clips on their myspace and his voice sounded normal there, I think he was just sick or worn out or something. Rejoice.
(Adam Gontier is the singer from THREE DAYS GRACE )

...

I think our blog is being very angry at the moment.

the new ****ing semester

well, my semester is just fabulous.
I think my history class might push me to suicide. The teacher, who I will refer to as "tags," says that since we are an honors class we need s*** loads of home work, and some weird long running portfolio thing, which spell certain doom for me, as most things involving the word portfolio does.
My chem class could be ok, except for the fact that I sit about two feet from the front board. The teacher, who I will refer to as "Bigs", smashed a beaker (the sound of breaking glass is delicious) and lit some stuff on fire, which was cool.
Ceramics and nails do not mix, and that will make me cry. I DON'T WANT TO TRIM MY GORGEOUS NAILS!!! *sob sob*
Photography will push me to suicide as well. We were bored in school watching a boring movie about people being bored in school. AAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH!!!! (I am also listening to metal, which is mildly reflected in the scream)

And the new semester...sucks

It is the new semester. yay. I have 4 horrible labour-intensive disgusting boring pointless required classes.
honours english 1 (and it doesn't get a capital letter)
geometry (w/ mr. o, who doesn't get a capital letter either)
honours bio
writing

DIEDIEDIEDIEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGGGHHHHH!!

I have so ****ing much ****ing homework.
I have more homework today than I did all of last semester put together....well...maybe.
and my english class is full of ****ing annoying freshman girls. [ignoring the fact that I am a freshman girl...]

and my writing teacher told us we wouldn't have much hw, and followed that up by assigning a 2 page essay....


and gigi, I don't see you anymore... :(... we should discuss about the 3 days grace/breaking benjamin concert...


so, how are you guys doing this semester? :)

music vidéos=LOVE!!!

Music vidéos that shock and astound us/amaze us.

Filth in the Beauty (Gazette)
http://youtube.com/watch?v=8G6dd8ZuAOk
Rokuko (Super Junior)
http://youtube.com/watch?v=Oenw8hXQCk4
Niki FM (Hawthorne Heights)
http://youtube.com/watch?v=3xduReEZ3Ss
Paid in Full (Sonata Arctica)
http://youtube.com/watch?v=G1zkXdqcajk
The Mean Kitty Song
http://youtube.com/watch?v=Qit3ALTelOo
I'll make a man out of you (Mulan)
http://youtube.com/watch?v=ZSS5dEeMX64
Try the Priest (Sweeny Todd)
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WIKDuTPnXFU&NR=1

They are all conveniently in youtube format, because I was too lazy to find better versions. Maybe someday I will explain why they are so horribly shocking and astounding. (for instance, filth in the beauty has an amazing number of consecutive simultaneous hair flips.)
Maybe I will add more someday, but that is a ton and enough for now. TRY THE PRIEST!!!

Favorite Colours

I think Snig's favorite colour might be plaid.
Sodium's favorite colour is green.
Gigi's favorite colour changes depending on the situation, her mood, the weather, if she's hungry or not, etc. . . .

Happy new year.

Tis the new year.

I celebrated it by watching Sweeney Todd for the second time, then Gigi and I ate popovers with meat. Mine had turkey(?) and cranberry sauce and mashed potatoes, and some sort of mushroom sauce, maybe?
It was good.

Happy Jesus Day.

So, this is our Jesus Day post. I hope you are all enjoying jesus day. I think we should celebrate by eating Chinese food, listening to Disco Inferno, and probably lighting something on fire, because that is always good. I hope your Hannukah bushes are sparkling, and that your cat's aren't trying to eat the lights, like my cats are bent on doing. Happy Jesus Day to all!!!

love,
Gigi, your favorite jew

Crap Vacation.

Snig is off to Montreal. Sodium is off to Vermont. And I am off to the most boring place ever to exist, Utica. The only reason I don't commit suicide there is because dying in Utica is just an awful idea. Ug!! the thought of it fills me with horror. Por que, I ask the world. POR QUE!!!! Damn it. It is at times like this that I hate life. >: (

Dinner with three famous people. . .

If you could eat dinner with three famous people (dead or alive) who would they be?
Well, I think our answers were interesting.

Sodium (yes I'm back):
i have to think


Gigi:
Jesus
Brunelleschi
The dead guitarist from Hawthorne Heights, aka Casey Calvert

Snig:
Eric the Red
Genghis Khan
Vlad the Impaler

And you, Sodium?

@#%& lightbulb!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Ok, here is an amazing story that happened yesterday. It wasn't my fault.

I was sitting at my drafting table/desk thing in my room at about 10:30. I have (had) one of those lamps which attaches to the side of the table, and is adjustable and all that. I was about to adjust the lamp when...the light bulb exploded.
I don't know why, because I had barely touched the lamp. But it shattered and all the shards of glass flew everywhere!!!! And then the base of the light bulb was still on, so the wires were lighting up and sparking...and part of the lamp fell off. It was really weird.

It is sad.

One of the members of Hawthorne Heights has just dropped dead. I'm really sad. They're not even my favorite band or anything, but I am still sad that one of the members is dead. :(

HAIR!!!

So, yesterday, Snig and I (Gigi) had a hair dying party. My conclusion is that we/I suck at dying hair. Snig was dying her hair bright red. And half her scalp. I was dying my hair dark purple. Snig's hair came out really streaky. The purple barely even showed up in my hair. It is like brown with a vague reddish purplish tint in the sun. Sigh.

hair hair hair hair hair hair hair hair hair hair hair hair
it is sort of like that.

wheeeee

no i did not forget. im at the clarion hotel with gigi. we're up to dirty things... or so she says. she has a dirty mind. we're both so tired so we decided to go on the computer while the others went swimming. its pretty exciting. but im basically just posting for the sake of it.... so bye.

The blog is in a comma....perhaps

haven't posted in a long long time...gigi just posted for the first time in a long long time...sodium doesn't remember, I think?
I had to delete the last post, the picture was screwing up the way the website appeared, on my computer, at least...
summary of deleted post: go listen to sonata arctica, they are very awesome.

and one piece of cooking advice: Beware of the subtle difference between the spoon marked "tsp" and the spoon marked "tbsp." There is a difference, and it can lead to OLIVE OIL POISONING-INDUCED PAIN!

ah, our dear blog. . .

This is Gigi. Today, I have to rant about. . . lollipops. They are so sketchy. I mean, think. It is sugar on the end of a stick. Then you put it in your mouth and suck on it. Weird. . . whoever invented lollipops was demented.

Hello, poor, neglected blog!!

the three futon riceballs are all on two week long vacations. and we left with in a few days of each other. COINCIDENCE!!!
I am reading the book Born to Kvetch. I got an excellent Jew joke from it.
So there's this man on a train, and an old guy is siting across from him. After half an hour or so, the old guy folds up his newspaper, and starts rocking back and forth saying, "Oy, am I thirsty." ahhhhhhhh i'm bored. finish later.

Hello, fellow riceballs

This is Snig. I am in NOVA SCOTIA right now. It is much cooler than Franceland. There is a lot of ocean. and boats. and seafood. I might post photos later. I like how the temperature never goes above 80 F.......The house I'm at right now is very nice. It is right next to the beach, and was* next to some trees. We also took a ferry to get here. I do not get seasick, but The Siblings do. I did feel a bit sick when I ate a giant chocolate covered toffee square. It was very very good, but it was a bit like eating very well flavoured and dense sugar.
where are you guys? No one has posted in ages. I hope my aloe minions are ok for the two weeks when I'm gone. Or rather, I hope they haven't done anything too...outstanding.

*cooking accident, pictures to be posted once I return

Ah, the joys of labels

These are all the labels we have ever used. Impressive, no? In a kind of sad way. I'd like to point out that "stupid snig" has the most, at six. heh heh. A lot of them are misspelled, which is probably my fault.

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Haven't posted in ages...

I haven't been posting lately...the blog looked so lonely. haha.
Wow. There was really no point to this post.
Whatever.
Our blog has no point anyway.
(this was posted by snig)

Fruit Street Detour

This is actually something that happened a while ago. Sodium and I were walking home from downtown, and I saw a street called Fruit Street!!! Naturally, I had to walk on it. (you are witnessing the thought process of an idiot in action) Then we got "misplaced." So we were wandering around Fruit St., when Sodium had the brilliant idea to ask directions, after we had wandered the wrong way. We had to walk up a steep, mosquito-y hill. We found that we were out of shape. So we wandered around Sodium's slightly sketchy neighborhood until we found our way back to her house, minus about half an hour.

by the way, we have a lot of avalible tags.

SNIG SUCKS!!!!!!

I HATE YOU, SNIG!!!! YOU ARE A FILTHY ABOMINATION TO ALL (NON)EXISTENCE!!!!! WHY DON'T YOU JUST DIE IN A SLIGHTLY DAMP, HUMID HOLE!!!!!!

A song about me.

In 1774,
Gigi killed a whore.

A person in my math class sang that randomly today. We laughed a lot, it was so random. It sounds better with my real name. Sometimes people just say things, without even intending to. It's moments like that that just seem to pull the wold together and say, "You're here." Little details, all those make life seem so special. Moments where small things, especially very mundane things, are recognized by a group, remind me that life is shared. The other day, i got into a discussion about when you microwave some soup in a porcelain dish, and the dish heats up but the soup is not warm. It happens. Life happens.

Hell is boiling over.

It is hot. Hell is spilling onto earth. It is boiling over. Either that, or it is just june.

Hast thou left thy bicycle at the ranch?

enough said.

The wisdom of the chinese

"Luck helps those who help themselves. . .IN BED."

"Pick battles big enough to matter, and small enough to win. . .IN BED."

"You will have a long and happy life with your wife. . .IN BED."

"You never hesitate to tackle the most difficult problems. . .IN BED>"

"You have an active mind and a keen imagination. . .IN BED."

"All your hard work will soon pay off. . .IN BED."

"Get your mind set. . . Confidence will lead you on. . .IN BED."

"Nature, time and patience are the three great physicians. . .IN BED."

"You are kind-hearted and hospitable, cheerful and well-liked. . .IN BED."

"You have at your commanded the wisdom of the ages. . .IN BED."

"Do not let others control your fortune. . .IN BED."

"Many receive advice, only the wise profit by it. . .IN BED."

Tetes a claques

We went to visit a friend of my dad's yesterday, and she showed us these french canadian movies. they're sooo funny, even if the accent's hard to understand. except theyre in french, which is a slight problemo. maybe snig can translate for you, gigi.

Pilote: http://www.tetesaclaques.tv/video.php?vid=22

Pilote part 2: http://www.tetesaclaques.tv/video.php?vid=37

Pilote part 3: http://www.tetesaclaques.tv/video.php?vid=72


Here's the translation for the first 2. I wasn't sure what some of the French-Canadian expressions were, so i put a question mark next to them.

Pilote:
-Mayday, mayday, flight DC 132 here, asking permission to make an emergency landing.
-Control tower here, what is your problem?
-My steward just informed me that we have a passenger with suspicious behavior.
-And what does your passenger have?
-A nail filer.
-A nail filer?
-Yeah, he’s filing his nails with a nail filer on my plane.
-Well, I don’t see the problem.
-You know very well that it’s forbidden.
-Yeah, but all the same, don’t exaggerate.
-Don’t exaggerate, and if he pokes my eyes out with his nail filer, who’s gonna fly the plane?
-Well I- I can fly the plane.
-Shut up, you!
-Captain, stay calm, captain.
-No no, no no no no… I’m not gonna stay calm, because that’s not all, he also brought on a little can of grape juice.
-Well then that must be because he likes grape juice.
-Who says its grape juice? Who says it’s not an atomic bomb in the little can?
-Listen flight DC 132, uh… I can’t authorize you to make an emergency landing just because you have a passenger who’s filing his nails while drinking grape juice.
-Hey stupid (zouf?), do you ever listen to the news?
-Yea, like everybody.
-Well then wake up (allume?)!
-Well, OK, you’re right, we’re not gonna take any risks, I’m gonna send two F-18s to destroy you during the flight. Thank you for your vigilance, we won’t forget your sacrifice, over.
-Hello, control tower, hello?
-Well done there. Very nice, very very very nice! Very nice.
-Control… control tower, hello? DC 132 here? Control tower?


Pilote Part 2:
-Captain?
-What do you want?
-The air traffic controller there, when he said that he was gonna send 2 F-18 to destroy us, well… well… well… do you think that he was serious?
-No, you know well that those air traffic controllers are all little jokers.
-Well then what are those two little spots coming towards us at full speed?
-Oh no, it can’t be true, it can’t be true.
-Hello, flight DC 132, do you hear me?
-Uh, yes, yes… flight DC 132 here… uh… what can we do for you?
-Commander McCoy from the Canadian Royal Air Force here. You have an atomic bombe hidden in a can of grape juice, and I have orders to destroy you.
-Ohoh wow hahahaha one minute Commander McCoy haha… calm down. Don’t- don’t press any button. This whole thing is a big misunderstanding. There is no atomic bomb in the can. There is no atomic bomb in the can.
-Are you absolutely sure of what you’re saying?
-Full certain, the can of grape juice only contains grape juice, its confirmed and verified. Abort! Abort!
-OK. But can you describe the passenger with suspicious behavior?
-He’s- he’s a little redhead from Chicoutimi with freckles and he doesn’t wear a turban. I repeat- he doesn’t wear a turban. There aren’t any suspicious people on my plane. Everything is great, we’re about to start the movie and plus everyone’s in a good mood. Abort! Abort!
-Well ok then, but for security reasons, I’m gonna have to ask you to land on the military runway in the north of Quebec, located near Kuujjuaq.
-Where’s that?
-Kuujjuaq is at the other end, even the Eskimo’s think it’s far. Uh… Commander McCoy… our passengers are going to Fort Lauderdale. And I- all the same I can’t drop them off at Kuujjuaq.
-This is non-negotiable, change course immediately or we will be forced to destroy you.
-Turn around, turn around right now captain.
-Roger- Commander McCoy, take it easy, don’t push the little button on the joystick. We’re changing course for Kuujjuaq right away.
-Message received. Over.
-Oh well done there. A normal little flight to Fort Lauderdale with a layover in Kuujjuaq.
-Shut up, you!
-Very nice… yup… very… very very nice. Very nice!

A funny if not slightly embarasing story.

The other day, I was at the school for around 14 hours. So instead of dinner, I went to the ice cream vending machine. I decided to buy a strawberry popsicle. It was too cold and hard to bite with my orthodontally impaired teeth, so I decided to suck on it. A bad decision, as it turns out. The popsicle froze to my top and bottom lips. It was awful. It was the most painful and embarrassing thing that had happened to me in a long time. Well, maybe not so long. Meanwhile, my friend Magatha was laughing hysterically. It took far too long for that popsicle to unfreeze. Another day, anther doom. At least if you're Gigi.

very bad week...?

Yesterday I fell down my attic stairs again. But this time I tripped and fell and hit my head really hard on the top of the door frame. I'm not really sure what happened then. I fell and landed on my side/back. I think. I don't really remember falling. I think my head was hurting too much so I didn't notice.
And the reason I was running down the stairs was that GIGI had come to carpool with me, and was ringing the doorbell over and over. I wanted to kick her.
and a few days ago I ran into a wall. My arm is all bruised. >_<;;

yeah...better not to ask, eh?

HaLf BiRtHdAy!!

HEYYYYYY I JUST REALIZED THAT YESTERDAY WAS THE BLOG'S HALF BIRTHDAY!!!

happy half birthday to usss, happy half birthday to ussss, happy half biiiirrrrthhhday dear 3 Futon Riceballs, happy half birthdayyyyyy...
toooo..... ussssssss!!!!!.
For the occasion, I drew a cake. Its beautiful, but don't stare at it too long. I think I'm going blind.

Dead

Gigi, have you died? I'm scared. I wrote you two emails and you haven't answered them, and you haven't posted in a long time. Please don't be dead. She's not dead, is she, snig? If you are dead, then I forgive you for roping me in to your bad day because of my gullibility. I forgive you, too, snig. Sorta. Don't be dead, okay? At least wait until I get back.

Who knew?

I am still in cooking class. Who knew we were supposed to keep the dry and liquid ingredients seperate? especially when the consist of baking soda and orange juice. They were supposed to be pancakes. They actually turned out ok. They would have been better if the cooking teacher didn't try to make the recipes healthy. Someone needs to inform her that adding applesauce or orange juice to cookies and pancakes does not make them healthy, it just makes them wierd and kind of disgusting.

And was Sodium the one who posted the pictures of herself and gigi? and why were they posted on the Gigi's Novel section of the blog, instead of Pictures?
AND YOU POSTED PICTURES WITH YOUR FACES SHOWING NOW YOUR GONNA GET KIDNAPPED BY SOME STALKER WITH REALLY WEIRD TASTE AND THEN THEY WILL EAT YOU!!!! or not.
but i laughed at the pictures, because they were funny. And did you notice that in many of the pictures of Gigi, the random strangers in the background are staring at her? I wonder why...

Ode to procrastination

ahhhh i have to write my credo for "church" by Friday. How the heck am I supposed to write what i believe in one on page of paper (one side) by Friday??!!! Im freaking out. And procrastinating. Its amazing how much you can get done when you're procrastinating. I mean already, ive memorized a song on the piano, drew a model of the two floors of our house, had my first IM conversation in French, read a book in French, recorded a song on GarageBand, and read like 5 French comics. Really, if i didnt procrastinate so much, i wouldn't get anything done at all.

you have noooo idea how long that procrastinate thing took me.

Over and out,
Sodium

HEYYYYYYYYY

You suck gigi. not really.
But i still hate you.
the only reason i fell for that whole thing is because you're likely to do most of those things, and actually, it IS possible that you're so stupid you'd do all of those things. I don't mean people in general. I mean YOU, gigi. YOU.
Feel the burn.
I hate you too, snig, for rubbing it in my face.
No, i take that back.
I LOVVVEEEE YOU SNIG!! FEEL THE HAPPINESS and FLOWERS and HEARTS and POSITIVE EMOTIONS!!!! FEEL THE JOY!!!
that should have about the same effect to snig as saying "i hate you" to any normal person.

In short, i hate you all.
All two of you.

Without love,
Sodium


p.s. haha theres already a label for stupid gigi.
p.p.s. now i feel bad. stupid label.
p.p.p.s. nevermind, theres a label for stupid sodium. i DONT feel bad anymore.

Chicken chucking, among other things.

I've created a new sport! CHICKEN CHASING!!!!My neighbors' chickens are always getting into my yard. So we chase them out in more creative ways every time. Today, my dad went into the shed, got out his mountain bike, and chased the chickens around on it. I was herding them with a broom. Then I threw 'em over the fence, and ran to shut the gate. Finally, I hopped over the fence into my yard. In other news, my cat is really bipolar. I was petting him, and he was lying down and purring. Then, without stopping purring, he latched onto my arm, and tried to chew it off. If he wasn't so adorable, he wouldn't get away with it. He also has bad breath.

Hi. I felt like posting folow-up: It was all a lie.

That post about my really awful day was all a lie. I'm surprised you didn't seem to pick up on that, Sodium. To start from the beginning, there are quite a few of impossible things in that last post.

1. I never stay up later than midnight doing homework. It's my policy.
   
2. If the milk is sour, I just eat something else.
3. In wellness, we do not play sports. That's a wellness 2 thing, I think.
4. We already had the quadratic doom test in math, and I never study and still get A's.
5. I never buy school lunches. I always mooch off someone else.
6. I don't sit next to the only person who might pull my chair out from under me.
7. I never mix up baking soda and baking powder.
8. Or help cook dinner.
9. I don't have english this semester.
10. I don't fall asleep in class.
11. I wouldn't get a detention anyways, since teachers love me.

I think that's it. But it was funny to see your reactions.

Don't think we are that stupid.

We didn't fall for it. Well, Sodium probably did. But I didn't.
They don't give detentions at the highschool, do they? and you never fall asleep in class. and they probably wouldn't catch you if you did. and if they did catch you, they wouldn't give you detentions. And you had english last semester.
And do you ever even buy the school lunches?