Okay, this post is going out to EVERYONE. (Yes, Chris is included.) I came on here today expecting everyone to be all chill and blah, but no, you people are all bickering over what I said in a comment. So here's the deal. You people can comment, but I'd really appreciate it if you didn't fight over stupid things. I'm really tired today, so my judgement may be slightly impaired, but with my life being a little crazy with packing and stuff, I don't need my BLOG being hectic. I'm glad you guys read my blog, I just don't want you to be angry at other users or me or whatever. So please, please, PLEASE think about what you're saying before you post and try not to hurt people's feelings.
I thank you all for taking the time to read this message. I apologize if any feelings were hurt by what I said, I just really don't want to have to deal with people fighting over something stupid I've posted.
Showing posts with label get it. Show all posts
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Thursday, February 11, 2010
Thursday, June 11, 2009
Just Let Me Scream...
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iL35Svix2I4 <---click
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Saturday, May 23, 2009
Grammar, Spelling, and Capitalization
Okay, I realize that some of you (my readers) don't use correct spelling, capitalization, and grammar. And I realize that I sometimes misspell words, forget punctuation, and use improper grammar, but can't people at least make an effort to try to spell right? Or capitalize words at the beginning of sentences? Please? It makes it so much easier to read your posts and everything... I mean, why do people do it? Really? Is it easier to type? Okay, I'm going to try to type in "text talk" for a sentence and see if it's any easier than regular typing.
k this is me typing n txt tlk n no its not easier its the same
Although I do have to remind myself not to put in commas or anything... I mean, seriously, which is easier to read? *sigh* I guess that because I write like a maniac, this just bugs me a little. --_--
Sorry if I offended any of you guys, I just wanted to say it. And I realize that I also forget to spell correctly and everything sometimes. So this is a post about me, too. Just voicing my opinion. No hard feelings. I still love you guys, I just had to get this off my chest. *deep breath* Ah, much better.
k this is me typing n txt tlk n no its not easier its the same
Although I do have to remind myself not to put in commas or anything... I mean, seriously, which is easier to read? *sigh* I guess that because I write like a maniac, this just bugs me a little. --_--
Sorry if I offended any of you guys, I just wanted to say it. And I realize that I also forget to spell correctly and everything sometimes. So this is a post about me, too. Just voicing my opinion. No hard feelings. I still love you guys, I just had to get this off my chest. *deep breath* Ah, much better.
Thursday, April 30, 2009
Reesie wanted a regular post.
So here it is. I'm not sure what I'm posting about though, so it's lame. But Reesie is "Your Friendly Stalker" on here. :P She's Reesie on THH. Did you guys notice I have seven followers? *gapes* It's like, my blog is getting popular. Yes, it surprises me when people like me. Or my stuff. It makes me feel happy. :) So go ahead and subscribe, or post, or whatever. You can make my day more lovely. :)
For those of you who care, my brother is doing good after having his short flu episode, and I think my baby bro is feeling better too. Mom and I are still holding strong against the bug, and dad hasn't been around to get it. :P
End of post. I hope you enjoyed, Reesie.
For those of you who care, my brother is doing good after having his short flu episode, and I think my baby bro is feeling better too. Mom and I are still holding strong against the bug, and dad hasn't been around to get it. :P
End of post. I hope you enjoyed, Reesie.
Sunday, March 29, 2009
We're at war (preachy post)
With the Devil. This morning in Sunday school, we were talking about how the Devil will give us some big evil to focus on, while he sneaks up from the side and attacks us, knocking us off guard. We also talked about how the Devil masquerades as different people to lead us astray. He'll even disguise himself as a pastor or some religious leader to lead people astray! So, we have to be careful. It's easier for the Devil to sell us something when there's truth intertwined in it, then just to tell us a story that's all lies. If there's truth in it, we're more likely to believe it. So be careful guys, and be sure you know what you believe in is true.
Tuesday, March 24, 2009
MAX
Is the name of the newest Maximum Ride book. WHICH WE HAVE!! WHOO!!!! I haven't finished it yet, though. :( But I'm hoping to tonight. Okay, here's how we saw it, because I totally didn't even realize the book was out:
My mom, me, and my two brothers were walking through the store when I glanced over at the book stand thing and saw this book with MAX written on it in all caps. I stopped dead in my tracks when I saw that James Patterson's name was on the book too. The first thought going through my head was "Whaaaat?" the second was "Is that the next MR book, or another book JP has written like it?" My third thought was, "GET OVER THERE NOW AND CHECK IT OUT!!" These thoughts all kinda overlapped each other, so it didn't take long to think them all. Long enough for my brother to see I had stopped, though.
"What?" He asked, looking where my gaze was fixed. I told mom to stop then dashed over, my brother following. I grabbed one of the MAX books then read the cover, seeing "A Maximum Ride Novel" written under the enormous title. "Is it another Maximum Ride book?" My brother asked, not quite believing his eyes.
"That's what it says." I replied, and before you could have stopped me, I opened the book and started reading.
Well, there you have it. Mini story for the day. WHOO MAXIMUM RIDE RULES!1!1!1!!
My mom, me, and my two brothers were walking through the store when I glanced over at the book stand thing and saw this book with MAX written on it in all caps. I stopped dead in my tracks when I saw that James Patterson's name was on the book too. The first thought going through my head was "Whaaaat?" the second was "Is that the next MR book, or another book JP has written like it?" My third thought was, "GET OVER THERE NOW AND CHECK IT OUT!!" These thoughts all kinda overlapped each other, so it didn't take long to think them all. Long enough for my brother to see I had stopped, though.
"What?" He asked, looking where my gaze was fixed. I told mom to stop then dashed over, my brother following. I grabbed one of the MAX books then read the cover, seeing "A Maximum Ride Novel" written under the enormous title. "Is it another Maximum Ride book?" My brother asked, not quite believing his eyes.
"That's what it says." I replied, and before you could have stopped me, I opened the book and started reading.
Well, there you have it. Mini story for the day. WHOO MAXIMUM RIDE RULES!1!1!1!!
Friday, January 2, 2009
Chapter 5, continued
"Ugh!" Albus said as he dashed out of the Potions room. Holly and Derek followed behind, holding their robes up over their noses. Peter practically fell out of the room, coughing.
"Albus!" Peter said, leaning against the wall.
"What?" Albus yelled, still walking away.
"I didn't know anything could smell so bad..." Holly murmured to Derek, who nodded in agreement. Albus suddenly stopped and looked around.
"Where's Andrea?" He asked to no one in particular. Peter shrugged.
"Hopefully she didn't die in there..." He muttered, and Holly giggled. Albus glared at them both then kept walking.
After Albus had taken a few steps, Andrea came running up behind him and the others. "There you are!" Peter said, turning to look at her.
"Sorry, I had to get a few...things." Andrea said, then smiled at Albus. Albus sighed and rolled his eyes.
"I'm glad you're happy. That had to have been the most miserable experience in my life." He grumbled.
"Agreed..." Derek whispered, and Holly giggled again. Albus clenched his fists at his side and picked up his pace.
"How were you able to stay in there with that...smell?" Peter asked Andrea.
"Professor McGlinnin sucked up all the bad smell with his wand." Andrea said simply.
"Is he mad at me?" Albus asked hesitantly. Andrea shook her head.
"No, he's not mad at you. He said that accidents happen." Albus sighed.
"I just wish they didn't happen to me..." Albus grumbled, and Andrea looked at him sympathetically.
Later, during Transfiguration, Albus was trying to turn a pigeon into a parachute. Andrea was sitting next to him, doing the same thing. All of a sudden, she began coughing. Albus looked over at her as she started coughing harder and harder. Professor McGonagal began walking over to their table when a green spark shot out of Andrea's wand and hit the chandelier hanging on the ceiling. The chandelier turned into a parachute and began floating down on the kids beneath it. Andrea got out of her seat, still coughing, and walked out of the room. Professor McGonagal watched her through the window in the door.
Outside, Andrea reached into her bag and pulled out a small vile filled with green liquid. She took the stopper out of the top and steam came out of it. Just then, Samantha zoomed around the corner. Andrea hid the vile behind her back as she continued to cough.
"Hey there, Andrea." Samantha said as she stopped in front of her. Samantha raised an eyebrow at Andrea and looked above her head. "Why is your head steaming?" Samantha asked, but Andrea couldn't answer because she was coughing too much. "You okay? That cough sounds awfully bad. Kinda like a-" Samantha stopped and looked down in her hands at the scroll she was carrying. "Oh! Hate to chat and run, but I'm supposed to be taking this to Professor Longbottom." Samantha began walking away, and as she passed Andrea, she turned her head and saw the vile in Andrea's hand.
When Samantha had turned the corner, Andrea pulled the vile out from behind her back and drank it's contents. What Andrea didn't know, though, was that Samantha had peeked around the corner and had seen that.
"What in the world?" Samantha asked herself as she turned and continued walking, thoughts swirling in her head.
"Albus!" Peter said, leaning against the wall.
"What?" Albus yelled, still walking away.
"I didn't know anything could smell so bad..." Holly murmured to Derek, who nodded in agreement. Albus suddenly stopped and looked around.
"Where's Andrea?" He asked to no one in particular. Peter shrugged.
"Hopefully she didn't die in there..." He muttered, and Holly giggled. Albus glared at them both then kept walking.
After Albus had taken a few steps, Andrea came running up behind him and the others. "There you are!" Peter said, turning to look at her.
"Sorry, I had to get a few...things." Andrea said, then smiled at Albus. Albus sighed and rolled his eyes.
"I'm glad you're happy. That had to have been the most miserable experience in my life." He grumbled.
"Agreed..." Derek whispered, and Holly giggled again. Albus clenched his fists at his side and picked up his pace.
"How were you able to stay in there with that...smell?" Peter asked Andrea.
"Professor McGlinnin sucked up all the bad smell with his wand." Andrea said simply.
"Is he mad at me?" Albus asked hesitantly. Andrea shook her head.
"No, he's not mad at you. He said that accidents happen." Albus sighed.
"I just wish they didn't happen to me..." Albus grumbled, and Andrea looked at him sympathetically.
Later, during Transfiguration, Albus was trying to turn a pigeon into a parachute. Andrea was sitting next to him, doing the same thing. All of a sudden, she began coughing. Albus looked over at her as she started coughing harder and harder. Professor McGonagal began walking over to their table when a green spark shot out of Andrea's wand and hit the chandelier hanging on the ceiling. The chandelier turned into a parachute and began floating down on the kids beneath it. Andrea got out of her seat, still coughing, and walked out of the room. Professor McGonagal watched her through the window in the door.
Outside, Andrea reached into her bag and pulled out a small vile filled with green liquid. She took the stopper out of the top and steam came out of it. Just then, Samantha zoomed around the corner. Andrea hid the vile behind her back as she continued to cough.
"Hey there, Andrea." Samantha said as she stopped in front of her. Samantha raised an eyebrow at Andrea and looked above her head. "Why is your head steaming?" Samantha asked, but Andrea couldn't answer because she was coughing too much. "You okay? That cough sounds awfully bad. Kinda like a-" Samantha stopped and looked down in her hands at the scroll she was carrying. "Oh! Hate to chat and run, but I'm supposed to be taking this to Professor Longbottom." Samantha began walking away, and as she passed Andrea, she turned her head and saw the vile in Andrea's hand.
When Samantha had turned the corner, Andrea pulled the vile out from behind her back and drank it's contents. What Andrea didn't know, though, was that Samantha had peeked around the corner and had seen that.
"What in the world?" Samantha asked herself as she turned and continued walking, thoughts swirling in her head.
Wednesday, August 13, 2008
To my sister,
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Hr0Wv5DJhuk MAKE UP YOUR MIND ALREADY! i think this song was specially written for you. :P Nice tune though...
Yeah, we fight, BUT I DON'T HATE YOU! Just remember that, okay? WE'RE SISTERS FOR PETE'S SAKE! We fight, we scream, we storm away, we lock ourselves in our rooms and (possibly) cry (or just fume to our pillows) then try not to let anyone notice. Then, after about an hour, WE MAKE UP! HELLO!!! YOU'RE FORGETTING THAT ASPECT! DON'T! I still love ya like a sistah, we just had a squabble. YOU'RE NOT GETTING RID OF ME THAT EASILY!!!!!
And another thing, IF YOU NEED HELP, ASK! I'm here for ya, girl! All ya gotta do is ask. I mean, I'm older, so I've more than likely gone through this stuff too. You may beg to differ, but you know it's true.
And finally, I AM SO ALWAYS RIGHT! :P And I do love ya sis, you're not ruining anything. *hugs*
Yeah, we fight, BUT I DON'T HATE YOU! Just remember that, okay? WE'RE SISTERS FOR PETE'S SAKE! We fight, we scream, we storm away, we lock ourselves in our rooms and (possibly) cry (or just fume to our pillows) then try not to let anyone notice. Then, after about an hour, WE MAKE UP! HELLO!!! YOU'RE FORGETTING THAT ASPECT! DON'T! I still love ya like a sistah, we just had a squabble. YOU'RE NOT GETTING RID OF ME THAT EASILY!!!!!
And another thing, IF YOU NEED HELP, ASK! I'm here for ya, girl! All ya gotta do is ask. I mean, I'm older, so I've more than likely gone through this stuff too. You may beg to differ, but you know it's true.
And finally, I AM SO ALWAYS RIGHT! :P And I do love ya sis, you're not ruining anything. *hugs*
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