band concert tomorrow

Our percussion ensemble got cancelled!! I'm SOOOOOOOOO HAPPY!! I don't have to practice my part anymore!!

Minnie is nice now. I'm not even going to call him that anymore. Let's see.... how about... The Percussionist? No, that could refer to me, S, or Myth. Well... I would use his real name, except I don't want to. Fine. I'll just call him Minsub, which is his real name.

OUCH. My finger severely hurts. I blame.... CRASH CYMBALS!! And the slapstick/whip crack thing, which also makes my finger bleed. I always crash the cymbals and slap the whip crack thing on my finger. That's why it really hurts now. Minsub didn't assign the parts, Ms. Moser did. We're doing this song (the one I have cymbals and whip crack on) with 7/8 Mustang Band (I'm in 6th Grade Mustang Band!!) There are ten percussionists/drummers in 78 Mustang Band. I know two of them already. One seems nice, and I barely even talked with the other. I know what it feels like to be in an instrument section with not-exactly-the-nicest people, so I hope that the other eight are at least bearable. I wish one of them took my part so I wouldn't have to play it. Oh well, some things can't be helped...

stuck

I can't find a story idea!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
If you have one, then TELL MEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!! I'll give you credit, I promise!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

stuff...

I suppose you're wondering what I'm doing, awake at 7:30 on a holiday. I just couldn't sleep so I woke up at 5 in the morning and collapsed on my mom's face. Then I ate breakfast and brushed my teeth and all that and finally came here. I should have done band practice or something... never mind.

Anyways, I've noticed that so many people have cooler sites than me. As I had in my header-thing earlier, "it's the content that matters." This person I know has an extraordinarily cool blog but I just don't want to link to it. Why? She used to bully people on it. That includes me. So I'm not supporting her site.

According to Eli's friend Cstar, to get more hits on your blog you have to make more posts. I'm going to make a bunch of random posts and see what happens.

Wait... one more thing... SEVENTH GRADERS SHOULD STOP GROSSING ME OUT ABOUT HOW THEY DISSECT SQUID EYEBALLS IN SCIENCE CLASS!! (cough sevie and D)

...
*looking for a funny chat conversation or something*
Found something... yay. Don't worry, this Jen person won't mind.

2:58 PM me: ur onlineeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee

 Jen: haha

2:59 PM me: so is janiebug!!

 Jen: lolz

 me: jennie and janie...

3:00 PM Jen: ...i get that a lot.

9 minutes

3:09 PM me: lolz

 Jen: yeah, haha

3:10 PM me: whee!!

 Jen: squeak!!

  in the spirit of u xD

 me: haha

  lol JENNIEBUG!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

3:11 PM Jen: ur so pro...

 me: lolz... THANKS :3

 Jen: kittyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy

 me: hehehe

3:13 PM Jen: ...

 me: lol status!

 Jen: haha

  thx

 me: :3 = kittyyyyyyyyyyyyyy

 Jen: meerkat. get over it.

 me: NEVERRRRRRRRRRRRR

3:17 PM Jen: wow, meerkitty.

 me: oh lookie! u called me a kitty. jenniebug.

 Jen: hahaha :P

 me: lasfd jd

 Jen: sjkl df

Yeah, it's weird... just like that Jen person is... BTW, "janiebug" is her twin sis...
Im bored. bye.

my weird dream

Title = self explanatory :)
(the weird dream is set when i'm in seventh grade.)

Shuyang, Karebear, and I went to the CMEA Solo and Ensemble Festival and did a flute/clarinet/percussion trio. We got a Superior. Karebear made up a little song about it, and after school (the day after the festival) she was writing the lyrics on her notepad. Sevie was standing around somewhere, eating mint chocolate chip ice cream (which Karebear had given to her a few minutes ago), and her hair was in pigtails so Karebear didn't recognize her. I recognized her instantly and said "Hi Sevie!" Karebear heard this and ran away. I told Sevie about the "Superior Song" and she almost made me go get Karebear to sing it. Then, Sevie and I had to bike home together, so we left with Klutzy and D (Sevie's friends). Klutzy and D were being annoying, but I ignored them. We got to Sevie's house, and she wanted to listen to our trio we performed in CMEA. I looked in my backpack and got the CD, and Sevie, Klutzy, and D listened to it. They said the clarinet player was really good. However, when I said it was Karebear, Sevie freaked out and said, "Tell Karebear that her clarinet playing is terrible." But Karebear didn't even miss a single note!! At that exact moment, Karebear burst into the door. She'd followed me to Sevie's house, but once she saw Sevie and Klutzy and D looking at her, she freaked out. Sevie made her sing the Superior Song, and she did. I was checking my email (to see if my social studies project partner had done his share of the work yet) on Sevie's computer, and I got a message from the band director, saying that there was a performance in five minutes! Karebear and I left, got our uniforms and band stuff, and went to school to perform. Klutzy and D and Sevie came along to watch. Everyone else in band came too, including Shuyang and Myth and V and Sushi and S and Minnie. (Minnie forgot his pitch pipe, so I had to tune the timpani by ear!!). We performed our songs, and this TV reporter was watching us. She filmed us and put us on national television! Then Sevie got an email that there was a choir performance, and she got her stuff and did the performance and went on TV like band did. Then a little rat scurried into the room and started dancing. However, it was just a hologram of a rat, so I got really disappointed. Then there was a deafening boom and the roof exploded...

and then I woke up.

what went through my mind at 3:30pm

sigh. wish i could make a recording of me playing this flute solo thing i've practiced since i learned to play flute. dont get intimidated, its still pretty hard. i taught myself the notes because im that pro. but i dont want my face to come on camera because i will be more stalker-prone that way. and i dont have a voice recorder thingie.

wait! i have an idea! i could go on youtube and record the thing and black it out or something!

darn. my sis stole my flute for now.
wait, she didnt!
she took my computer! im on my dads laptop! and it doesnt have a video camera!
and i dont know where my dad kept the camcorder!
whatever, i dont think anyone would want to listen to my fail playing...
actually, i dont fail at that song bcuz i make it sound pro!

HYPER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! GO RATS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
that was random.

ok. this is getting nowhere.
bye.

oh, and FOURSIES ARE NICE. not hacked.

4 day weekend (and a bunch of other stuff!)

YAY!! today's staff learning day, and tomorrow and the day after are weekends (duh) and the day after that is memorial day! 4 days off from school doing math homework! I'm so excited. (Of course I'm kidding! I'd rather be in school.)

There's a band performance coming up!! Actually, Myth, S, Minnie Mouse, and I are doing TWO concerts because of our percussion ensemble piece. My finger is going to bleed. I severely dislike crash cymbals! Doesn't Minnie know that I have "issues" with them? Oh, right, he's still on snare drum. Lucky Minnie Mouse.

SQUEAK! GO RATS!


I was hyper. As usual.

I should really stop being so nice these days... everyone's taking advantage of me! (not gonna mention names here)

NO MILE CLUB!

wait... yesterday was mile club! I ran with Leslie, who is really nice.

BYE.

today...

from 6pm to 6:10pm: I went to Wiffie's Open House thing and almost passed out. Mom and Dad were taking pictures of all Wiffie's stuff, like cutesie little dioramas and whatnot. Wiffie wrote a cutesie story about me, in which I fight with her and lock her out of the house. When I read it, I quietly screamed "Like a pro bawss!" and the foursies looked at me weirdly. Funny.

from 6:10pm to 6:25pm: I biked to my school (and back!!) from Wiffie's school. I thought Sevie and Britney and Shelly's concert had started, but it hadn't. So I came back.

from 6:25pm to 6:30 pm: I told Mom and Dad that the concert hadn't started yet, so they let me stay around and look at all the fivesie/fifth grade classes. At least I saw people from my school...

from 6:30pm to 7pm: I went to my school (slowly on purpose!) and reached there at about 6:50 or something. For five minutes, I biked in the park behind the school. Then the concert started and I freaked Sevie out. (I love freaking her out!)

from 7pm to 8pm: I was at the concert. Self explanatory...

from 8pm to 9:16pm: Stuff that's undefined.

9:16pm: I made this post.

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And today after school, I was running around saying "squeakie squeak!!" (if you have me on email, look at my chat status) Shuyang and Karebear called it the "Rattie Mode" and tried to avoid me. Then I threatened to bring Sevie over, and that shut Karebear up. Shuyang said I look like S and Minnie Mouse, and for a while I almost wanted to go get Sevie, but she left. Yay.

BYE.

why i'm super annoyed now

What's a foursie? A fourth grader. More specifically, Wiffie's fourth grader friends. They are just too... GIRLY and DRAMATIC for me. They love nail polish, which I wouldn't be caught dead wearing. They also love dancing, as in the kind where you shake your rear end and that nonsense. Really? REALLY?!?!?!?!

Today's supposed to be Open House at Wiffie's school. I'm not coming. I'm going biking to my school, just to escape the... foursieness of it all. Sevie forced me to go to the choir concert today, but I'll only stay for about five minutes before going back to The Foursie School and exploding. UGH. My sis can't even DRESS HERSELF and she's NINE YEARS OLD! That is just plain BABYISH and too DEPENDENT, which are the qualities I don't exactly like.

(sorry if wiffie reads this... but she's proud of her babyishness and girliness...)


And there's the rest of my family. My mom is nice. My dad and my grandma scream too much and don't understand me. They think i'm a computer-addicted, brain-dead weirdo. NOT TRUE. If anyone thinks that, then they won't get away without a serious scar!!)

That post which I wanted to get to but almost couldn't!

My extraordinary boring day: (the reason its so long is bcuz i wanted to see if i could write this much!)

Social Studies: NOTES! Wait, did I mention that we had demented skits on friday? we each wrote one. i was with Britney. My fave lines from her skit were "You go back to your palace and teach that woman some manners!" and "Two words, Irene. Shut, Up. Okay?"  She screamed it really loud and it was funny. BTW, I was Irene. My fave line from my skit was "CATS AND RATS!!" I said it. Oreo didn't perform on friday, so he went today. he had one line which repeated 10 times. It was, "The OREO is here!" I almost collapsed from laughter!!

Language Arts: Poetry unit thing. For some reason, we made lists of our fears. Guess what was at the top of mine? Being excluded. It's happened to me for years, but I'm still scared of it. I don't have "normal" fears, like the dark and clowns and spiders. I'm different and proud of it. Jason said he was scared of weird people, and I went all in his face like "You're scared of me? How come you were my social studies partner about five times?!" We had to interpret 5444985098 poems. Yay.

Band: OMG!! This flute player from a music institute came!! She even played for us! But first, we had to show her one of our awesome performances of a band song which everyone agrees is awesome. Then she did all these cool things on flute, like overblow and three note trills (what are they called again?) I think she figured out that I'm actually a flutist because I was following the flute parts basically the whole time. The music institute was for flute players only, so Myth was all like "I can't go!!" And I replied, "I can go because I'm special!"

Science: Poster project thing. It's about symbiosis, which is a relationship between two species that results in at least one species gaining something. (I memorized the definition!) We did it in partners, and I'm with this person named Ritik. He's actually nice, but I did most of the work so far. I'm probably going to be the one that takes the poster home and works all night finishing it. Typical. I should really stop being so nice to everyone because they take advantage of me.

PE: Two words. Fitness. Testing. I died. No, I failed completely.

Math: ZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ. BOOOOOOOOOOOOORINGGGGGGGGGG. Like usual. I was the only one who did the classwork in class.

i made this and it fails...

I KNOW, it fails. The screenshot was taken in the post edit thing, which is the only place where you can actually tell what it's supposed to be. It's supposed to be HI! in bubble letters.

new title

JUST VOTE ON THE POLL ALREADY! i need another title besides "awesomeness online!" 

not hyper

surprising but true. im just NOT HYPER. not sad or anything. i just *CANT BE HYPER!* do you have a problem with that? please...

i wanna go off topic because im that pro! after school, karebear and shuyang and i were trying to disguise our true identities. so we traded backpacks and did each others hair differently, and i took off my glasses. i took karebear's clarinet, karebear took shuyangs flute, and shuyang took my stickbag. it was awkward. sevie didnt recognize us, so we screamed "hey sevie!" at the top of our lungs and she didnt even listen. she surprises me. so do her friends, klutzy and d. and not always in a good way.

...and the world is awesome.
yay.
you are awesome if ur reading this.
im too nice these days, calling random ppl awesome...
WHATEVER. you're still awesome, just in ur own way.

MUST BRING OREOS TOMORROW! oreo (see Censor the Textbook post... btw, i actually censored MY copy of the book...) is making me.

BYE!
see you sometime in the near future!
but keep being awesome!

READ THIS OR YOU WILL REGRET IT.

Brittney's Blog: READ THIS OR YOU WILL REGRET IT.:


This video is about a girl. A girl, so sweet, so fragile to the world, yet the world did not notice her. She had a bright smile, but underneath that, she mourned. She has tried to commit suicide notes a thousand times. Yet she never succeded. Until now. She didn't fail this year. Her soul was shattered. Words said to her could never be taken back. This just shows how lucky you are. How you aren't bullied. You have people to look out for you. And if you feel exactly like her, please, talk it out. You could even write about how you feel. Put it in a song. Talk to someone. Do something that reminds you why you're here. YOU ARE HERE FOR A REASON. You're not just another one of the billion kids that arrive on this planet. You don't have to wonder why you were born. Because there's always one place where you belong. You just have to find it. Sometimes, it's right in front of you.

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This one is about a girl named Raven. She was abused. Only her sister loved her. The words I am saying now have no comparison to a story as sad as hers. RIP, Raven. RIP.

a post about the last post

ok. sorry if its controversial. except for anney and ram (those are their real names), i gave fake nicknames to the ppl mentioned. 

Censor the Textbook: A True Story

This is a persuasive essay/true story post about censoring materials used in education. If you want to know about the people mentioned, they're Anney (she's nice), Oreo (he is obsessed with Oreo cookies), Ram (he's not very nice, usually), and V (she's super nice and almost like a sister to me).

We had a social studies test on Friday. Oreo, Ram, and I finished before Anney and V did. Ram, wanting to read ahead to get a good understanding of the concepts, opened his social studies textbook to a random page in the next unit (Rome). The page had a pic on it, and the picture had a person with... no clothes on. Then Oreo opened his textbook and there was a picture of a random guy with a six-pack. I opened mine and saw a picture of a woman dressed in an outfit that would have been dress-coded nowadays. V finished her test and crept over to Oreo's desk to see the pictures we found and evaluate how bad they were. She joined us in trying to find more, and we totally succeeded. (I won't mention what we found on this post, because I've already mentioned enough wrong stuff.) And we kept on looking through and finding pervertedness while Anney was still doing her test and trying not to listen to us. Anney finally finished and we told her about the pervertedness, showing her the pictures we found. She was all like, "Let's go tell the principal!" and Oreo, Ram, V, and I agreed. But at that exact moment, school was out (we have social studies as our last class). I didn't tell the principal because I had an orthodontist appointment immediately after school, and I don't know if Anney, Oreo, Ram, or V did.

After reading this true story, do you agree with me that teachers should think twice before choosing the textbooks to use? There are inappropriate images and concepts in our social studies textbooks, which we use every day, yet we can only read and watch G-rated movies and books in class! How is this fair to students? Also, the inappropriate pictures in textbooks might give some of the less mature students a notion that perverted concepts are good. Who knows what will happen to the kids who fall for this? The pictures might be authentic artwork from the period in time that the kids are learning about, but the least textbook authors can do is black out the inappropriate content and leave everything else as it was.

I believe that student textbooks should be censored and that inappropriate materials should be removed from them.

Thanks for reading this story/essay! 

HAPPY BIRTHDAY COCO!

it was coco's bday 2 days ago! srry this is late, but i forgot to do this earlier!

(highlight the text:)

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look at that, coco! its a little ratster companion for you! 

band stuff

(im doing this in script form bcuz its faster to type)

band director: okay, lets play the song again!
(band kids play song. btw, im on snare drum, which i've never done before)
band director: that was only at tempo 112. the song is supposed to be at 138. lets try it!(turns on metronome to 138)
band kids: wow, thats fast!
band director: exactly. pixie, you have sixteenth notes on snare. do you think you can handle it, or do you want myth to do them for you?
(fyi, myth is an expert at alternate sticking patterns and stuff like that)
me: i can handle it! (blushes)
band director: okay pixie, but if you can't do it, then just play the first beat. now lets play!
(there's a drum solo in the beginning and it has sixteenth notes. i play the whole thing, not just the first beat.)
random trumpet players who are usually annoying: yay pixie!
(i laugh and slightly blush)
band director: the crash cymbals didn't play at measure 19. lets start there!
(we play at measure 19)
(my sticks get so sweaty they almost fall out of my hands but no one notices)
trumpet players: yay pixie!
me: thanks, and kindly stop before it gets annoying!

brittney and hyperness!

hi people!
i didnt blog in a while.
BRITTNEY keeps making me not be hyper or talk about... FOUR LEGGED PET ANIMALS WHICH SHUYANG AND I LIKE BUT SEVIE HAS TO DISSECT IN SCIENCE CLASS!

Brittney owes me a cookie and 67634209 hours of HYPERNESSSSSSSSS! XD

Well, when I eat a cookie, or anything else with sugar, i get hyper.
so its more than 67634209 hours.

i wasnt hyper yesterday.
TAKE THAT, BRITTNEY!

Brittney's real name starts with a "K."
If you call her that, then she will be super mad at you.

auditions/track meet

i didn't make it in advanced band. at least i'm with shuyang in band now! sevie is so surprised. well, that's just 'cuz she's sevie!

i got second in my heat for hurdles! i didn't beat my old time. i'm super tired now. we had two away meets since i last posted. the first one was at a school with NO SIXTH GRADERS. the second was at my friend hannah's school.

ok, this is a short post. i have to do this thing for social studies. bye.

Next year... AND A BUNCH OF RANDOM STUFF!

I'm Pixie because I'm in sixth grade. Sevvie is Sevvie because she's in seventh grade. But the school year's almost over! I'll still be Pixie in my blog posts, and I'll still call Sevvie Sevvie. Nothing about our nicknames will change.

i am officially too lazy 2 type normally so i will type like this 4 now.

i was chatting my friend (vaishu) who moved 2 india a while ago. we're 12 hrs apart (diff time zones) but we chat a lot, which really creeps other ppl out.

HAHA! i luv running and mile club and all that stuff which sevvie hates! i think puffy is influencing me too much... o_O

i lost a tooth today. big deal.

AUDITIONS IN 3 DAYS! thx 2 all the ppl who wished me luck (SEVVIE, wiffie, shuyang, myth, karebear, puffy, minnie mouse (?!?!?!))

BYE!

5/5/2012

Why I'm going to make it in Advanced Band:

• There are only 4 older kids, me and Minnie Mouse, and five percussion spots.
• No one from this year's advanced band is trying out again!
• I'm a pretty good drummer.
• I learn fast, which gives me an advantage in sightreading.
• Finally! I can play a better drumroll than Minnie!
• I'm auditioning on flute too!
• You should hear my chromatic scale; it's awesome!
• I memorized every key signature (what sharps and flats to play)!
• On flute, I have good tone and a kind-of-large range (if you know what I mean)
• There are loads of other reasons....
• Above all, I'M CONFIDENT!

Thanks to Karebear (YES, it was NOT my fault!), there's a Ningning Stalking Team. Basically, it consists of Karebear, me, Sevvie, Puffy (a seventh grader, and my friend  since first grade), and Shelly. 

For those of you who read my posts on this other site, I mentioned a "cats and rats pic." I'm not posting it after all. So Shuyang doesn't have to worry about that.
Speaking of Shuyang... here's her least favorite excerpt from her least favorite flute piece in band!

(key of B flat major)
F G A E EDEDEDE
F G A D DCDCDCD C B.........
F to G trill... E highB A G F F G A..... 

I didn't want to take a pic of the piece and post it because I don't have the flute part and Shuyang taught it to me. It's fun to play. I love high notes, which are the exact things Shuyang hates.

HYPERNESS AND RANDOMNESS!

lalala

Why are you reading this?

Go away.

Just kidding.

HI.

Do I like pie? Ask Brittney.

PIE!

GATORADE!

I don't like pie and gatorade.

AWESOMENESS!

BLAHBLAHBLAH!

bye.

stuff as usual.

track yesterday - didn't place - totally normal.

MILE CLUB TORTURE!! i ran with sevvie for the first time ever. i was walking and she was jogging from behind.
me: hi.
sevvie: HIHIHI!
sevvie's friend: hi pixie.
me: ugh. i HATE HATE HATE mile club.
sevvie: me too.
sevvie's friend: who doesn't?
me: i know! let's write a letter to the principal, asking to ban mile club!
sevvie: we don't have that much power.
sevvie's friend: sad.
me: i'm on my fourth lap!
sevvie's friend: sevvie and i are on our third, and we started before you did!
sevvie: wow, we got beaten by the slowest pixie in the school!
me: are you calling me SLOW?!
sevvie: okay, okay, sorry!
me: its okay.
sevvie: i'm gonna walk mile club from now on.
me: wow.
sevvie's friend: sevvie and i are known for slowness.
me: which is why i have to be faster than you! (runs off into distance

standardized testing and reporting stupid terrible abusive reports (thanks eli for the awesome idea!) are over! party!

I AM GONNA MAKE ADVANCED BAND!!! WATCH OUT, PERCUSSION SECTION, IT'S PIXIE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!


update of my pro hyperness:

announcer dude: STALKER ALERT...
(creepy sirens sound)
(people scream)
announcer dude: STALKER ALERT...
(door collapses)
(rat walks in and dances around)
rat: I AM AWESOME!!
people: aww so cutiee! (make heart signs with hands)
(stalker walks in)
stalker: (in creepy voice) you are being watched.
people: AAHHH!! (run away)
rat: wow. pathetic.
stalker: yeah, pathetic little humans.
(people come back)
people: we wanna see the rattie!
rat: hi.
people: HIHIHIHIHI!
(stalker puts on invisibility cloak)
stalker: (whispers in rat's ear) watch out! the world is gonna explode!
announcer dude: 5. 4. 3. 2. 1.............
(world explodes)
(people cry)
people: we wanna see the rattie!
rat: am i really that awesome?
people: yeah!
stalker: (whispers) i thought the world exploded
(stalker #2 walks in wearing invisibility cloak)
stalker #2: (whispers) it exploded except for us 'cuz we're awesome!
people: LET'S PARTYYYYYYYYYYY! (eat food all day long)
rat: (crying) me wants sunflower seeds! waaaah!
people: (magically conjure sunflower seeds) here you go, rattie!
rat: thankyouthankyouthankyou! (dances around)
(stalkers dance with the rat)
(people dance with the stalkers)
(something explodes)
(rat collapses on the beanbag)
rat: i am so tired!
stalker: well don't dance so much then!
rat: but me wants sunflower seeds!
stalker #2: is the rat always like this?
rat: yes.
(more stuff explodes)
(cat walks in)
cat: (talks to rat) hi, you widdle hyper kittty!
rat: (talks to cat) hi, you widdle hyper rattie!
cat: i'm a cat.
rat: i'm a rat.
cat: RATTIE!
rat: KITTY!
people: cat and rat so cutiee! (make heart signs with hands)
(stuff explodes)
announcer dude: blahblahblah...
(more stuff explodes)
people: WE WANNA SEE THE KITTY AND THE RATTIE!
(cat collapses on top of rat)
rat: hi.
cat: hi.
people: WE ARE HYPER!
stalker and stalker #2: (in unison) are they always like this?
people: yes.
cat: squeak.
rat: meow.
(stalker #2 leaves)
stalker: CAT, YOU'RE A CAT. RAT, YOU'RE A RAT.
cat and rat: (in unison) WE ARE HYPER!
stalker: you are becoming like the pathetic humans.
rat: meowie.
cat: squeakie.
rat: ME WANTS SUNFLOWER SEEDS.
cat: ME WANTS MORE SUNFLOWER SEEDS THAN THE RATTIE.
stalker: okay, quiet down or no one gets anything.
cat: waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!
rat: you're exaggerating, kitty.
cat: well look who's talking!
stalker: STOP IT! BOTH OF YOU!!
(people bounce off walls)
cat and rat: (in unison) WE WANNA BE PEOPLE!


and that was a demonstration of my pro hyperness. thank you very much!

sevvie surprises me/track meet

the track meet was... okay. i didn't place. last time, i landed third in discus. not this time. my 100 meter fails, and i'm not running next meet.

sevvie! omg! she is NEVER hyper. and in her science class, they DISSECT RATS! RATS ARE AWESOME AND SHOULD NOT BE DISSECTED unless you are as awesome as sevvie is. i wanna see sevvie hyper.