This and That on So Many Notes.

I've been wondering... do you, my readers, want to know more about what's going on or about wacky and ridiculous things that I think of. I've only been doing the second thing so briefly here I do the first: I am lonely and typing on the computer. Later today I'm seeing Tooth Fairy (you know, the movie). Okay I know what you're thinking... OPTION NUMBER TWO! So that's what I'll do. While I am still on this boring everyday life topic: Girl With Fingerless Gloves, PLEASE bring Pretties to school on Monday, I am dying to read it! Thanks. Pretties is a book to all you who don't know. Did you know you could follow yourself? If not then now you know. That reminded me of Bill Nye the Science Guy, he would always say: Did you know that... ...well now you know! Good times, good times. Actually not really.

Gibberish

Today's post will be a collection of gibberish words translated into English! I had this idea a while ago but never got around to it. If you remember from my post about poems: Ladies and Gentlemen, Boys and Girls, Toads and Frogs; Gibberish in English!

sorpot - stale food
zinkle - small amount
kontin - crumpled can
lontog - annoying
oplith - to be open to new ideas
liknor - chair
exafer - to dance
loff - to pant
gifojas - clown
hubjer - someone who hogs everything

Make up some of your own gibberish words and post them in the comments box!

Collage of Words

This is an unusual post. Every time I am on my blog I will try to remember to add another line. Be sure to check this post often. I'll probably end this in a week or so. Maybe not.

Potatoes are cheerful!
Bananas should be purple! (Look at the name of my blog!)
Glekshenmumurgh!
Smart pies WILL attack!
My creativity fan broke!
TOUCHDOWN!
I'm a mad lump on the couch!
Chocolate is yummy!

Cheerful Talk

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And now this cheerful post starts! I promise you that you'll get pleasure from reading this. For my first pleasure giver I will talk sports. Sports? Why? I'll explain. Just saying 'this team beat this team with a score of this and that' is boring but making fun of how little I know about sports is a totally different story! Sports that are fun to watch? Hockey. Why? It's the one that... Oh! I don't watch sports! I mean watching sweaty men chase after a ball or puck or whatever, BORING! I admit, I don't actually think that way about sports. I do watch hockey but don't actually know why. I do NOT play team sports well. And now a topic easy on the brain and pleasing on the tongue, you guessed it! CANDY! I am eating a piece right now it's coffee flavoured caramel. Mm. What is your favourite type of candy? Picture it... Pleasure eh? Eh... It's a strange word... I say bye to you and your candy haven. I will go in...
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My Cheerful Post on Non-Cheerful Topics

Okay, the title is lame, SO WHAT! I need tons of viewers, so tell your friends, to tell their friends, to tell their friends... that THIS BLOG IS EPIC AND THEY SHOULD FOLLOW IT! And because I am in a very jolly/good/enlightened mood I will post a few links to other blogs below:


http://www.theblogbyemop.blogspot.com/
http://www.girlwithfingerlessgloves.blogspot.com/
http://www.saycheese-cheese-person.blogspot.com/

After you've enjoyed those blogs please enjoy this one! I will try to dedicate a few minutes each day for thinking of interesting yet random things! Starting a few sentences ago I'm doing only sentences that end with exclamation points! No, that's lame! But I'll still do it! I am ending here!

Sorry, that was not a success. By the way... I really enjoy when people comment on my posts, it makes me feel that I'm not wasting my time. I'm not... or am I? You tell me, AND COMMENT. I feel as though this post sounds like one long nag so I'll liven it up. But how? This is one of those times when I need a big audience, I could just say comment and leave ideas then the next day I'd wake up and be like THANK YOU! On that note, FOLLOW ME! Okay... I've really failed at livening it up so I think I will end this post NOW!

Just Sayin'

There are many things I want to Just Say:

1. I will use the word melancholy five times: Today was a melancholy day. It was melancholy because my friends were melancholy which made me melancholy.
2. I bet you looked and realized that after the colon I only used it four times. You are now checking. But it counted when I used it before the colon so I did use it five times. HA!
3. If anybody uses the word melancholy one more time I will scream.
4. Please do not make me scream on purpose, I only said I will scream because I didn't want to say anything mean.
5. On a totally different note: If you aren't already doing so, FOLLOW ME!
6. You're looking, looked or will look at the follow button within five to ten seconds.
7. I want to say that cheese is my second favourite food after pasta with cheese.
8. You are a homo sapien. And you just thought that comment was pathetic/ridiculous/dumb/all of the above (pick one and comment below).
9. You are going to comment
10. If you scroll down, past the comment box, you will see fish. You now plan to scroll down.

Double Story: Rachel Kim

Visit http://www.girlwithfingerlessgloves.blogspot.com/ for a different version of this story!



"I hope Tessa comes to Clara's party it's the biggest party of the year." I told my mom "And her mom is all uptight about parties." I lay down on her bed upset and tried to think of ways to convince Tessa's mom. My mom went downstairs to make breakfast. After a few minutes of brainstorming I had drawn up a couple plans.
"Rachel!" my mom's voice drifted up the stairs along with the smell of pancakes. "Breakfast is ready!"
"Coming, mom!" I shouted and ran down the stairs putting my slipppers on at the same time, I tripped and sprawled on the last step. "Ow." I grumbled
"Wachel fell" giggled my 3 year-old brother, Timmy, who was the cutest nuisance in the world.
"Are you okay?" mom asked leaning over me and helping me up
"Yeah, I'm fine" I said brushing myself off. At that moment my cell rang and I rushed upstairs, tripping on the way. I could hear my mom and little brother giggling downstairs, I groaned got up and went up the rest of the stairs. It was Tessa.
"Yellow!" I answered jokingly
"Rach? It's me..." I could hear how sad she was
"Don't tell me," I said depressed "you can't come."
"Yeah, you know my mom..." Tessa said, I knew it.
"Well, the party will be nothing without you!" I tried.
"I know," said Tessa cheerfully "that's why I'm coming!"
"You're sneaking out?" I asked suprised. "I've thought of a couple of plans..." I started saying but Tessa interrupted me.
"No..." I could hear her grinning "my mom said yes! But I will ask you for those plans, just in case..."
"Great! I'll be right over" I said happily and hung up. I threw on my grey sweatshirt and stuffed the plans in my pink bag which I slung over my shoulder. "I'm going to Tessa's house!" I shouted to my mom
"Be safe" she said. Such a motherly thing to say. I jogged over to Tessa's house. When I got to her house she was already waiting for me at the door.
"Hey!" she said
"Hey, Tess!" I replied "Hi Ms. Q!
"Come" Tessa ordered and I followed her up the stairs. At Tessa's door she let me go ahead and I curtsied jokingly. I could see her shaking her head, smiling. I love Tessa's room, the walls are neon green but the one with the window is sky blue. The bed with it's orange quilt to one side and her desk scattered with stuff to the other. I tossed my bag with the plans on her bed.
"The plans are in there" I told her. Tessa thanked me and started trying to straighten out her desk. I had no idea what to wear so I walked into her walk-in closet looking for ideas, she has the prettiest dresses. Tessa followed me in
"What are you wearing?" she asked
"No idea" I said. I heard Tessa sigh which only means one thing; she's gonna say something she knows she'll regret.
"You want to wear something of mine?" she asked
"Yes!" I screamed and hugged her. I searcherd Tessa's racks of clothes and then I saw it. I gasped, it was perfect. I pulled it off it's hanger and held it up to myself, it was purple held up by spaghetti straps. At the bottom the colour got darker. It was about an inch above my knee.
"Oh no." Tessa shook her head "I got that for Christmas."
"Pretty please with a cherry on top and lots of sprinkles!" I pleaded
"Fine" she surrendered
"Really?" I asked half suprised
"Yes" Tessa said. I hugged her and clung on. It took Tessa a while to peel me off, I admit, I sometimes take jokes a little too far.
"Now find me a dress" she ordered
"Okay" I said and went back to her closet. After a few minutes I pulled out another dress, it was baby blue about the same length as the other one. It had sequins in a flowery design on the front. The straps were made of lace.
"Oh my God!" said Tessa approvingly. I went to get some shoes to match her dress. Light blue stilettos. That will go perfectly.
"My mom will never let me wear those!" exclaimed Tessa
"Too bad, baby!" I said trying to sound cool. I grabbed a necklace from her bedside table it was silver with light blue gems in the shape of hearts dangling from it.
"Rach!" Tessa sounded annoyed. But I ignored that.
"Try on the ensemble while I find something to match my dress" I instucted and she didn't argue. A moment later,
"Joe? Joe, can you hear me?" her mother's voice sounded sharply. I heard Tessa groan and rush out into the hall. I decided to take the time to try on the dress. I found a pair of purple flats and a necklace with a big amethyst. I put them both on and tied my straight, chestnut brown hair into a messy bun. I looked in the mirror. At that moment Tessa came into the room. She ghasped.
"What?" I said still looking in the mirror "Do I look that terrible?"
"No," she shook her head "You look amazing!"
"Thanks." I smiled "Let's go to my place to do our hair and makeup."
"Okay." Tessa agreed "But let me see my outfit first" I turned around as she changed into her outfit. I turned around, it looked amazing with her elbow length jet black hair and it's one electric blue streak.
*
It was lunch when we reached my house. Mom was making pizza, she loves to cook. In fact she was wearing her I (heart) cooking apron. "Hey Girls" she said
"Hi Maya" said Tessa
"Hey mom" I muttered.

Adorable Pics

Please enjoy these adorable images:


A hamster rolling on grass, I think I'll call him rolly poly



A teeny tiny koala named tiny-oala (by me)



HANDS UP MR. CUDDLES.



An adorable baby polar bear, Ours Polaire.

Why so glum doggy chum? Seriously Sparky why are you sad?

Poems That Aren't Excellent

This page originally was gonna be writing with body parts other than fingers but as I started my poem I got more and more into it until I finally just started typing, Tap Tap Tap. And now ladies and gentlmen, boys and girls, frogs and toads I present to you my very first poem:

Tap Tap Tap

Tap Tap Tap

Goes my key board

Tap Tap Tap

I type

My mind swirling

Tap Tap Tap

I pause

Think

Tap Tap Tap

Look around

Searching for ideas

Tap Tap Tap

It hits me

I start typing

Tap Tap Tap

I sit back

View my poem

Tap Tap Tap

I am satisfied

Happy

Tap Tap Tap

Goes my keyboard

Tap Tap Tap

I gotta be honest I quite liked writing that and now a poem about a hat. Ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls, frogs and toads, my poem about a hat:

The Lonely Hat

lonely the hat sits

so innocent

in the rain

all sopping wet

with no head to rest upon

no head to shelter

lonely the hat sits

And on a brighter note here is a poem about a blue monkey so... ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls, frogs and toads my poem about a blue monkey:

BLUE

I have a pet monkey

He is really funky

He is blue

And you should be too

Blue is cool

Don't be a fool

And paint yourself blue!

I do admit my poems aren't very good but they are fun to write.

Yo, This Is A Blog!

I am starting my own blog because Abby did and I liked the idea (special shout out to my friend Abby). On this blog you will see just about anything from stories to random jumbles of letters to pictures of oranges (or any other fruit). Feel free to leave ideas in the comments, I'll try to use them unless it's something like 'go smell poo'. I don't care if no people view this or not for I am using it to overcome boredom and the stress of being an eleven year old child (which actually, to my surprise, quite stressful)! And now to get you/me/the blog started please enjoy trying to make sense of my made up language (Hint: you should beable to figure it out if you have a keyboard, which you should because you're on the computer):



Og upi'tr imfrtdysmfomh yjod hppf kpn. Smf upi str og upi'tr trvorbomh yjod zrddshr. Smf mpe O dsu nur om zu zsfr iq asmhishr.