*Note to That Blond Guy: I just out-interesting-facted you even more. Mwahah!
1) A duck's quack doesn't echo. No one knows why.
2) 40 percent of McDonald's profits come from the sales of Happy Meals.
3) 315 entries in Webster's 1996 Dictionary were misspelled.
4) On the average, 12 newborns will be given to the wrong parents daily.
5) A few ounces of chocolate is enough to kill a small dog.
6) Ketchup was sold in the 1830's as a medicine.
7) Leonardo da Vinci could write with one hand and draw with the other at the same time.
8) Because metal was scarce, the Oscars given out during World War II were made of wood.
9) There are no clocks in Las Vegas gambling casinos.
10) Leonardo da Vinci invented scissors. Also, it took him 10 years to paint Mona Lisa's lips.
11) The original name for the butterfly was "flutterby"!
12) By raising your legs slowly and lying on your back, you can't sink in quicksand.
13) Mosquito repellents don't repel. They hide you. The spray blocks the mosquito's sensors so they don't know you're there.
14) Dentists recommend that a toothbrush be kept at least six feet away from a toilet to avoid airborne particles resulting from the flush.
15) Michael Jordan makes more money from Nike annually than the entire Nike factory workers in Malaysia combined.
16) Marilyn Monroe had six toes on one foot.
17) Adolf Hitler's mother seriously considered having an abortion but was talked out of it by her doctor.
18) The three most valuable brand names on earth: Marlboro, Coca-Cola, and Budweiser, in that order.
19) To escape the grip of a crocodile's jaws, prick your fingers into its eyeballs. It will let you go instantly.
20) The average person falls asleep in seven minutes.
21) Rubber bands last longer when refrigerated.
22) The average person's left hand does 56% of the typing.
23) Dreamt" is the only word in the English language that ends in "mt".
24) It's impossible to sneeze with your eyes open.
25) A cockroach can live for 10 days without a head.
26) We shed 40 pounds of skin a lifetime.
27) Yo-Yos were once used as weapons in the Philippines.
28) Mexico City sinks abut 10 inches a year.
29) All polar bears are left handed.
30) American Airlines saved $40,000 in 1987 by eliminating one olive from each salad served in first-class.
Monday, January 31, 2011
Friday, January 28, 2011
I Don't Know About You, But I'm Ready to Boogie!
Comment on this post with your height. I just want to see how much taller you people are than me...*suspicious look around the room*
SO! Here I am, writing a post. Wheeee!
Do you people have library cards? Or are you those people who don't understand the joys of reading?
Please tell me it's not the second one.
Ever since I moved to New York City, I've been finding less and less time to read.
:O
Unacceptable. I know.
When we first moved here, my brother and I went to the library with our mother to create our library cards. Unfortunately, we were not prepared for the black ATTITUDE LADY who was sitting at the front desk.
"Hello. How may I help you?" She asks flatly, staring at her computer screen.
My brother and I exchange glances, our eyebrows raised.
"Er...we're here to make library cards?" My brother said it in question form.
"I'll need your Passports, your ID, a proof of address..." She rambled off different things that we'd need in order to make a library card.
"We don't have those things on us," I say.
The lady gives me a dissaproving look. "You don't have your Passports?" She asks, shocked.
My brother looks at her. "Well...Passports aren't exactly things you carry around on a daily basis..."
I hide a smirk.
But Attitude Lady frowns at my brother. She places her hands on her hips and says, "Look here, young man. I don't need your attitude."
What the hell?
My brother kind of scoffs and rolls his eyes before looking away.
So. I decide to end things.
"Well, bye!" I say cheerfully before dragging my brother and mother away from the desk.
Hmph. I still don't have my library card! Thanks a lot, Attitude Lady...
_______________________________________________________________
Well then. That was an awfully random story I decided to share with ya'll.
GASP! My brother and I just had a conversation that I found very, very offensive. It went like this:
Me: *sigh* I wonder what Siobhan Magnus is doing now...
Brother: *looks confused* Who?
Me: *gasps* Oh, come on!
Brother: Oh, yeah. That girl from American Idol?
Me: No, not 'that girl from American Idol.' THE GIRL THAT SHOULD'VE WON AMERICAN IDOL.
Fosh. I'm glad I corrected him.
SO! Here I am, writing a post. Wheeee!
Do you people have library cards? Or are you those people who don't understand the joys of reading?
Please tell me it's not the second one.
Ever since I moved to New York City, I've been finding less and less time to read.
:O
Unacceptable. I know.
When we first moved here, my brother and I went to the library with our mother to create our library cards. Unfortunately, we were not prepared for the black ATTITUDE LADY who was sitting at the front desk.
"Hello. How may I help you?" She asks flatly, staring at her computer screen.
My brother and I exchange glances, our eyebrows raised.
"Er...we're here to make library cards?" My brother said it in question form.
"I'll need your Passports, your ID, a proof of address..." She rambled off different things that we'd need in order to make a library card.
"We don't have those things on us," I say.
The lady gives me a dissaproving look. "You don't have your Passports?" She asks, shocked.
My brother looks at her. "Well...Passports aren't exactly things you carry around on a daily basis..."
I hide a smirk.
But Attitude Lady frowns at my brother. She places her hands on her hips and says, "Look here, young man. I don't need your attitude."
What the hell?
My brother kind of scoffs and rolls his eyes before looking away.
So. I decide to end things.
"Well, bye!" I say cheerfully before dragging my brother and mother away from the desk.
Hmph. I still don't have my library card! Thanks a lot, Attitude Lady...
_______________________________________________________________
Well then. That was an awfully random story I decided to share with ya'll.
GASP! My brother and I just had a conversation that I found very, very offensive. It went like this:
Me: *sigh* I wonder what Siobhan Magnus is doing now...
Brother: *looks confused* Who?
Me: *gasps* Oh, come on!
Brother: Oh, yeah. That girl from American Idol?
Me: No, not 'that girl from American Idol.' THE GIRL THAT SHOULD'VE WON AMERICAN IDOL.
Fosh. I'm glad I corrected him.
Tuesday, January 25, 2011
HARLEM WIZARDS!
Omigoshes!
Yesterday was such an eventful day that!...that!......That I really don't feel like describing all of it to you all.
Hmm.
Oh, well! I'm going to try.
Soo. Since it's New York City and all, my school tries a lot to get kids to come to school. They plan fun activites which are only allowed for people with 100% attendance, and they get to miss class after lunch up to the last bell. Our last perfect attendance activity was pretty suck-ish though, which consisted of a bunch of kids cramming into our auditorium to watch an oldie ghost film. But this time...
They invited the HARLEM WIZARDS to verse our TEACHERS in an EPIC BASKETBALL GAME.
And please oh please do not ask me who the Harlem Wizards are! I'm tired of people not knowing this! Oh, fine. I can't believe you're going to make me do this. Oh, gosh. Well, here it is. The Harlem Wizards. From Wikipedia.
The Harlem Wizards is a basketball team whose history goes back to 1962 when it was created by sports promoter, Howie Davis. Unlike most basketball teams, the Harlem Wizards are not primarily focused on winning matches - instead, their aim is to entertain the crowd using a variety of basketball tricks and alley oops. They perform fundraisers at local schools for the students and the rest of the community, displaying their fancy trickery through dribbling, passing, shooting, and dunking. Through these fundraisers, they have raised millions of dollars for "charitable organizations, schools, and foundations across the world." The audience is not only there to watch the Wizards, but also to participate in the show. The Wizards get the crowd involved, often bringing children out onto the floor to be part of a basketball trick or a comedic act.[1]
Their antics are very similar to those of the Harlem Globetrotters, who were created in 1926.[2]
The Wizards and the Globetrotters are the only remaining show basketball teams.[3] The theme for the Wizards' 2010-2011 campaign is the "Basketball and Beyond Tour."[1] They hold the longest known winning streak in all of professional sports - over 2,800 games.[3]
Hmph. Can't believe I just had to do that...
Basically, the Harlem Wizards is a basketball team consisting of super tall and black people who are not only amazing -- and I am dead serious when I say amazing -- at the game of basketball, but are hilarious and know how to entertain a crowd.
...
And did I mention they're good-looking? ... All right, we'll get back to that later.
Not only do they play basketball, but they're putting on a comedy show for us to watch.
When my school heard that the Harlem Wizards were coming, we FREAKED OUT. Everyone was trying to coax teachers into giving them tickets, begging people with perfect attendance for theirs, stealing a ticket from a classmate, or making plans to sneak into the gymnasium at sixth period. We went crazy. The Harlem Wizards are really something, so everyone was trying to find a way to get into the gymnasium at sixth period, one way or the other.
Well, I had no hope. I mean, I've had like five absences already, plus I'm always late. So I knew I'd be staying in my classroom.
But when my friend Cindy and I went to our Yearbook/Journalism class, our teacher Mrs. Reda -- an old, grandmotherly type -- called us up.
We went to her. Mrs. Reda always loved talking to us, since the smartest in the class is me, and then Cindy.
She asked us, "Are any of you attending the Harlem Wizards game verses the teachers?"
Cindy and I sadly shook our heads. "Nah, none of us got perfect attendance."
Mrs. Reda grins at us. "How would you two like to be my photographers for the event?"
Cindy's and my jaw dropped.
"Wait, seriously? Like we'll be able to go to the game, even though we don't have perfect attendance?!"
"Sure! Just tell them that you're taking pictures for Yearbook. Tell them that, and everything will be fine."
What I said in my mind: AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH! OMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMG! THIS IS CRAZY! ABSOLUTELY CRAZY! OR AS SOME PEOPLE WOULD SAY, THIS IS "LUDICROUS!" AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH! OH MY GOSHES! WOWZERS! THIS IS AWESOME! I'M SO HAPPY! TEE HEE! TEE HEE HEE TEE! WHOOOO-HOOOOOOO!
What I said out loud: "We'd love to."
So, at the end of fifth period, Cindy and I went down to Mrs. Reda's classroom, picked up two of her professional cameras, dropped our backpacks their, got a pass to the gym (just in case), and started walking there.
This Conversation Cindy and I had on the Way to the Game
Me: Oh my gosh! I can't believe we're actually going to see the Harlem Wizards!
Cindy: Oh my gosh, I know!
Me: Oh my gosh, we didn't even have perfect attendance and we still get to go!
Cindy: Oh my gosh, can't wait to see Mr. Goldburg (our homeroom teacher, also our math teacher) in shorts!
Me: *laughs* That is totally going in the Yearbook!
------Silence------
Me: Oh my gosh! I can't believe we're actually going to see the Harlem Wizards!
And it continues.
Right as we turned the bend to the gymnasium, an announcement sounded from the speakers.
Please excuse the interruption.
"If you are attending the Harlem Wizards vs. Teachers game, do not go down to the gymnasium until we call your house. Right now, only students from Ravenclaw may come down. Once again, do not go down to the gymnasium until we call your house."
Cindy and I look at each other.
"Should we go back?" I ask Cindy skeptically, eyebrows raised.
Cindy shakes her head. "We have a pass. They can't send us back."
The front of the gym, I am sorry to say, was a total mess. Students from all different houses were crowded, trying to get into the gym, while one of our fat, black assisstant principals Mr. Bernom, spread his arms and stood in front of the door to block the entrance.
It was an incredibly awkward experience to talk to a rotund man repelling kids with his stomach, but I managed to ask Mr. Bernom, "Er, excuse me?"
He cupped his hand around his ear. "WHAT???" My eyes widened as some kids bounced off that gut of his.
"MY FRIEND AND I ARE FROM YEARBOOK! CAN WE GO INTO THE GYM EARLY AND TAKE SOME PICTURES?"
"WHAT???"
"MY FRIEND AND I ARE FROM YEARBOOK! CAN WE GO INTO THE GYM EARLY AND TAKE SOME PICTURES?"
Mr. Bernom looked at me kind of weird like, Why is this girl yelling at me? Kind of in a daze, he answered, "Yeah, sure, go ahead."
Cindy and I exchange glances, as getting into the gym turned out to be a lot easier than expected. So we walk into the empty gym. A few teachers are warming up, shooting some hoops. We spy Mr. Goldburg in shorts, so I pose in a picture with him (Yeah, I would do that).
And we sit down right in the center, front row.
"So." I look around. "Now we wait."
It took a whole period before the teachers brought all the kids in, and I have to say, damn! There's a lot of people with perfect attendance! How do they do that?!
While the kids were all screaming, getting pumped up for the Harlem Wizards, Cindy and I shot a few good pictures of the teachers playing.
And then, while everyone was watching two of the teachers pretend to play rough, one of the members of the Harlem Wizards happened to step out into the court and start practicing on the other side of the court.
No one even noticed him.
When we did notice him, we were all like, "Who is this seven foot tall (noticably cute) guy shooting hoops by himself?"
It didn't take a genius to figure out he was one of the Harlem Wizards.
Soon, another one of the Harlem Wizards stepped out to practice. And then another. And another. And soon, they were all out.
And NOW IT'S TIME FOR MY GIRL READERS TO COME OUT AND JOIN ME IN THIS CELEBRATION OF THEIR LOOKS!
Okay, so these guys were not even cute. They were HOT. Like, HOTTER THAN FIRE. Imagine your crush. Now imagine him with a six-pack, being really tall, muscle-y, rugged-looking, funny, having amazing basketball skills, and HAVING THE ABILITY TO DOUGIE!
Yes, my little black friends. They all knew how to dougie. (And my white friends, I am not going on Wikipedia again. Look it up yourself!)
They were dougie-ing! How awesome can a person get?
The Harlem Wizards brought a DJ with them, and the DJ was playing little bits from songs that everyone knows such as Never Let You Go, Single Ladies, Whip My Hair, California Gurls, Bad Romance, Cha-Cha Slide, Imma Be, Swagger Like Us and a whole lot more. And when Whip My Hair came up, one of them started madly spinning his head like Willow Smith does in the music video. I swear, I don't think I have ever laughed so hard.
Scratch that. When they were dancing Beyonce's dance to Single Ladies, I was practically snorting.
Anyway, they were joking around and dancing a lot and hanging out with audience before the game started. While the DJ announced them, they came running along the bleachers and everyone tried touching them. I TOUCHED THREE OF THEM.
Yeah, I'm a creep.
The best part was that Cindy and I were treated like V.I.P. because of our cameras. Every so often, one of the players would come up for a picture, randomly in the middle of the game. I felt so helpful...*trails off with a dreamy look on her face*
Hehe.
The teachers were beaten easily. The Harlem Wizards beat them 80-something to 20-something. And that wasn't even counting how many times the Wizards let them have a shot.
Oh, Mr. Goldburg...
One of our young, black teachers were playing, and WOW all the players were flirting with her. And whaddya know -- she was flirting back. They would give her extremely easy passes saying, "Wheee!" But when the female teacher wanted to play rough, they would tease her. She would be trying to intercept the ball, and they would be too quick for her (or for anyone, at that matter). They would be lying on the ground, shaking their butts, slapping one another's butts, waving at her, blowing kisses, dancing around, and doing flips and tricks.
They. Were. Amazing.
What cracked me up was that whenever they needed a volunteer, they'd pick a black girl. Odd (not really).
For example, halfway through the game, one of the players made an announcement to his teammate. "Hey, King Arthur (his nickname)! I want you to TEACH ME HOW TO DOUGIE!"
We all started screaming and cheering as they both started dougie-ing. Some black girls were dougie-ing on the bleachers, so they called one of them down and they all dougi-ed side by side. It was...an experience.
ANYWAYS. The Harlem Wizards are awesome! And they don't only go to New York schools. They go to New Jersey, Connecticut, etc etc. Go on their website and see if they're coming to your school! This is their website, if you're interested... And girls, their pictures are included...
Mwahahaha!
WOW. This was a long post. But I'M NOT DONE.
After the show, everyone was lining up for autographs. But the thing was, Cindy and I had dropped our backpacks back in Mrs. Reda's room, so we didn't have papers or pens or anything.
And then I remembered the pass Mrs. Reda had written us. We tore it in half and got autographs! Cindy and I got autographs! I got three of their autographs (a cute short guy, a cute tall guy, and an ugly tall guy). And I got a picture with my FAVORITE ONE! (The cute tall guy). I look so short, though. Similar to that of a midget. It's pretty sad...
Well then. I guess I shall go now. Ya'll better comment...
Yesterday was such an eventful day that!...that!......That I really don't feel like describing all of it to you all.
Hmm.
Oh, well! I'm going to try.
Soo. Since it's New York City and all, my school tries a lot to get kids to come to school. They plan fun activites which are only allowed for people with 100% attendance, and they get to miss class after lunch up to the last bell. Our last perfect attendance activity was pretty suck-ish though, which consisted of a bunch of kids cramming into our auditorium to watch an oldie ghost film. But this time...
They invited the HARLEM WIZARDS to verse our TEACHERS in an EPIC BASKETBALL GAME.
And please oh please do not ask me who the Harlem Wizards are! I'm tired of people not knowing this! Oh, fine. I can't believe you're going to make me do this. Oh, gosh. Well, here it is. The Harlem Wizards. From Wikipedia.
The Harlem Wizards is a basketball team whose history goes back to 1962 when it was created by sports promoter, Howie Davis. Unlike most basketball teams, the Harlem Wizards are not primarily focused on winning matches - instead, their aim is to entertain the crowd using a variety of basketball tricks and alley oops. They perform fundraisers at local schools for the students and the rest of the community, displaying their fancy trickery through dribbling, passing, shooting, and dunking. Through these fundraisers, they have raised millions of dollars for "charitable organizations, schools, and foundations across the world." The audience is not only there to watch the Wizards, but also to participate in the show. The Wizards get the crowd involved, often bringing children out onto the floor to be part of a basketball trick or a comedic act.[1]
Their antics are very similar to those of the Harlem Globetrotters, who were created in 1926.[2]
The Wizards and the Globetrotters are the only remaining show basketball teams.[3] The theme for the Wizards' 2010-2011 campaign is the "Basketball and Beyond Tour."[1] They hold the longest known winning streak in all of professional sports - over 2,800 games.[3]
Hmph. Can't believe I just had to do that...
Basically, the Harlem Wizards is a basketball team consisting of super tall and black people who are not only amazing -- and I am dead serious when I say amazing -- at the game of basketball, but are hilarious and know how to entertain a crowd.
...
And did I mention they're good-looking? ... All right, we'll get back to that later.
Not only do they play basketball, but they're putting on a comedy show for us to watch.
When my school heard that the Harlem Wizards were coming, we FREAKED OUT. Everyone was trying to coax teachers into giving them tickets, begging people with perfect attendance for theirs, stealing a ticket from a classmate, or making plans to sneak into the gymnasium at sixth period. We went crazy. The Harlem Wizards are really something, so everyone was trying to find a way to get into the gymnasium at sixth period, one way or the other.
Well, I had no hope. I mean, I've had like five absences already, plus I'm always late. So I knew I'd be staying in my classroom.
But when my friend Cindy and I went to our Yearbook/Journalism class, our teacher Mrs. Reda -- an old, grandmotherly type -- called us up.
We went to her. Mrs. Reda always loved talking to us, since the smartest in the class is me, and then Cindy.
She asked us, "Are any of you attending the Harlem Wizards game verses the teachers?"
Cindy and I sadly shook our heads. "Nah, none of us got perfect attendance."
Mrs. Reda grins at us. "How would you two like to be my photographers for the event?"
Cindy's and my jaw dropped.
"Wait, seriously? Like we'll be able to go to the game, even though we don't have perfect attendance?!"
"Sure! Just tell them that you're taking pictures for Yearbook. Tell them that, and everything will be fine."
What I said in my mind: AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH! OMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMG! THIS IS CRAZY! ABSOLUTELY CRAZY! OR AS SOME PEOPLE WOULD SAY, THIS IS "LUDICROUS!" AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH! OH MY GOSHES! WOWZERS! THIS IS AWESOME! I'M SO HAPPY! TEE HEE! TEE HEE HEE TEE! WHOOOO-HOOOOOOO!
What I said out loud: "We'd love to."
So, at the end of fifth period, Cindy and I went down to Mrs. Reda's classroom, picked up two of her professional cameras, dropped our backpacks their, got a pass to the gym (just in case), and started walking there.
This Conversation Cindy and I had on the Way to the Game
Me: Oh my gosh! I can't believe we're actually going to see the Harlem Wizards!
Cindy: Oh my gosh, I know!
Me: Oh my gosh, we didn't even have perfect attendance and we still get to go!
Cindy: Oh my gosh, can't wait to see Mr. Goldburg (our homeroom teacher, also our math teacher) in shorts!
Me: *laughs* That is totally going in the Yearbook!
------Silence------
Me: Oh my gosh! I can't believe we're actually going to see the Harlem Wizards!
And it continues.
Right as we turned the bend to the gymnasium, an announcement sounded from the speakers.
Please excuse the interruption.
"If you are attending the Harlem Wizards vs. Teachers game, do not go down to the gymnasium until we call your house. Right now, only students from Ravenclaw may come down. Once again, do not go down to the gymnasium until we call your house."
Cindy and I look at each other.
"Should we go back?" I ask Cindy skeptically, eyebrows raised.
Cindy shakes her head. "We have a pass. They can't send us back."
The front of the gym, I am sorry to say, was a total mess. Students from all different houses were crowded, trying to get into the gym, while one of our fat, black assisstant principals Mr. Bernom, spread his arms and stood in front of the door to block the entrance.
It was an incredibly awkward experience to talk to a rotund man repelling kids with his stomach, but I managed to ask Mr. Bernom, "Er, excuse me?"
He cupped his hand around his ear. "WHAT???" My eyes widened as some kids bounced off that gut of his.
"MY FRIEND AND I ARE FROM YEARBOOK! CAN WE GO INTO THE GYM EARLY AND TAKE SOME PICTURES?"
"WHAT???"
"MY FRIEND AND I ARE FROM YEARBOOK! CAN WE GO INTO THE GYM EARLY AND TAKE SOME PICTURES?"
Mr. Bernom looked at me kind of weird like, Why is this girl yelling at me? Kind of in a daze, he answered, "Yeah, sure, go ahead."
Cindy and I exchange glances, as getting into the gym turned out to be a lot easier than expected. So we walk into the empty gym. A few teachers are warming up, shooting some hoops. We spy Mr. Goldburg in shorts, so I pose in a picture with him (Yeah, I would do that).
And we sit down right in the center, front row.
"So." I look around. "Now we wait."
It took a whole period before the teachers brought all the kids in, and I have to say, damn! There's a lot of people with perfect attendance! How do they do that?!
While the kids were all screaming, getting pumped up for the Harlem Wizards, Cindy and I shot a few good pictures of the teachers playing.
And then, while everyone was watching two of the teachers pretend to play rough, one of the members of the Harlem Wizards happened to step out into the court and start practicing on the other side of the court.
No one even noticed him.
When we did notice him, we were all like, "Who is this seven foot tall (noticably cute) guy shooting hoops by himself?"
It didn't take a genius to figure out he was one of the Harlem Wizards.
Soon, another one of the Harlem Wizards stepped out to practice. And then another. And another. And soon, they were all out.
And NOW IT'S TIME FOR MY GIRL READERS TO COME OUT AND JOIN ME IN THIS CELEBRATION OF THEIR LOOKS!
Okay, so these guys were not even cute. They were HOT. Like, HOTTER THAN FIRE. Imagine your crush. Now imagine him with a six-pack, being really tall, muscle-y, rugged-looking, funny, having amazing basketball skills, and HAVING THE ABILITY TO DOUGIE!
Yes, my little black friends. They all knew how to dougie. (And my white friends, I am not going on Wikipedia again. Look it up yourself!)
They were dougie-ing! How awesome can a person get?
The Harlem Wizards brought a DJ with them, and the DJ was playing little bits from songs that everyone knows such as Never Let You Go, Single Ladies, Whip My Hair, California Gurls, Bad Romance, Cha-Cha Slide, Imma Be, Swagger Like Us and a whole lot more. And when Whip My Hair came up, one of them started madly spinning his head like Willow Smith does in the music video. I swear, I don't think I have ever laughed so hard.
Scratch that. When they were dancing Beyonce's dance to Single Ladies, I was practically snorting.
Anyway, they were joking around and dancing a lot and hanging out with audience before the game started. While the DJ announced them, they came running along the bleachers and everyone tried touching them. I TOUCHED THREE OF THEM.
Yeah, I'm a creep.
The best part was that Cindy and I were treated like V.I.P. because of our cameras. Every so often, one of the players would come up for a picture, randomly in the middle of the game. I felt so helpful...*trails off with a dreamy look on her face*
Hehe.
The teachers were beaten easily. The Harlem Wizards beat them 80-something to 20-something. And that wasn't even counting how many times the Wizards let them have a shot.
Oh, Mr. Goldburg...
One of our young, black teachers were playing, and WOW all the players were flirting with her. And whaddya know -- she was flirting back. They would give her extremely easy passes saying, "Wheee!" But when the female teacher wanted to play rough, they would tease her. She would be trying to intercept the ball, and they would be too quick for her (or for anyone, at that matter). They would be lying on the ground, shaking their butts, slapping one another's butts, waving at her, blowing kisses, dancing around, and doing flips and tricks.
They. Were. Amazing.
What cracked me up was that whenever they needed a volunteer, they'd pick a black girl. Odd (not really).
For example, halfway through the game, one of the players made an announcement to his teammate. "Hey, King Arthur (his nickname)! I want you to TEACH ME HOW TO DOUGIE!"
We all started screaming and cheering as they both started dougie-ing. Some black girls were dougie-ing on the bleachers, so they called one of them down and they all dougi-ed side by side. It was...an experience.
ANYWAYS. The Harlem Wizards are awesome! And they don't only go to New York schools. They go to New Jersey, Connecticut, etc etc. Go on their website and see if they're coming to your school! This is their website, if you're interested... And girls, their pictures are included...
Mwahahaha!
WOW. This was a long post. But I'M NOT DONE.
After the show, everyone was lining up for autographs. But the thing was, Cindy and I had dropped our backpacks back in Mrs. Reda's room, so we didn't have papers or pens or anything.
And then I remembered the pass Mrs. Reda had written us. We tore it in half and got autographs! Cindy and I got autographs! I got three of their autographs (a cute short guy, a cute tall guy, and an ugly tall guy). And I got a picture with my FAVORITE ONE! (The cute tall guy). I look so short, though. Similar to that of a midget. It's pretty sad...
Well then. I guess I shall go now. Ya'll better comment...
Saturday, January 22, 2011
Oh, Dr. Suess
Some of you may recall one of my previous posts titled Dr. Suess. This post mainly consisted of me complaining about Dr. Suess, on how his books are nonsense (even though I love the guy).
But the thing is, other people agree with him. In fact, you should watch THIS.
Do it now. Press THIS link. Now.
Here it is again! Press this sentence NOW.
Bye.
But the thing is, other people agree with him. In fact, you should watch THIS.
Do it now. Press THIS link. Now.
Here it is again! Press this sentence NOW.
Bye.
Friday, January 21, 2011
Weird JCPenny Salesman
Well, we were at the mall a couple days ago. And we were at JCPenny. My dad and some weird JCPenny salesman were talking a lot with each other.
And man. This guy was entertaining.
Like, he could talk nonstop about stupid things ("Indian food is so spicy!"), and then could also be very conceited ("I've been in this business for thirty years.")
And he was a pottymouth.
"Other stores will give you -- " he sees my mother. "Turn around, Mom." My mother dutifully turns around. While her head is turned, the JCPenny salesman whispers in my dad's ear, "Other stores will give you bullshit."
Pottymouth. I'm telling you.
And, my strangest experience of meeting this guy came when my dad and him were discussing our (my brother and mine) ages.
"So, how old are you?" the JCPenny salesman happened to ask my older brother.
My brother answered with his age, which was a lot younger than the guy thought it would be (he's in high school).
The JCPenny salesman gawked at him. "Wh-what?"
My brother laughed. "Yeah, that's how old I am."
JCPenny dude was flabbergasted. "Wha-do people ever tell you that you look a lot older??"
My brother laughed again and nodded. "Yeah. The oldest I've gotten so far is college student."
The JCPenny guy was still in shock. Then he turns to me and asks, "And how old are you?"
I tell him my age. He looks even more shocked.
After staring at me for seven seconds straight (and me grinning devilishly), he concludes, "Okay, your son's going into the army next year, and your daughter is going to put someone in jail."
Excuuuuussse me?
My brother -- God, I felt like murdering him! -- widens his eyes, bursts out laughing, and slaps me on my arm.
"HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH!"
I glared at my brother. "Shut up."
He waggles his eyebrows at me. "Hey Eeshie, you're gonna put someone in jail..."
I look at him. "I'm not like that!"
He bursts out in laughter again. "I KNOW!! HAHAHAHAHAAHHAAH! You're going to put someone in jail! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!"
Ugh! But seriously! He's still saying that to me!
Goodness. That was one weird JCPenny salesman...
And man. This guy was entertaining.
Like, he could talk nonstop about stupid things ("Indian food is so spicy!"), and then could also be very conceited ("I've been in this business for thirty years.")
And he was a pottymouth.
"Other stores will give you -- " he sees my mother. "Turn around, Mom." My mother dutifully turns around. While her head is turned, the JCPenny salesman whispers in my dad's ear, "Other stores will give you bullshit."
Pottymouth. I'm telling you.
And, my strangest experience of meeting this guy came when my dad and him were discussing our (my brother and mine) ages.
"So, how old are you?" the JCPenny salesman happened to ask my older brother.
My brother answered with his age, which was a lot younger than the guy thought it would be (he's in high school).
The JCPenny salesman gawked at him. "Wh-what?"
My brother laughed. "Yeah, that's how old I am."
JCPenny dude was flabbergasted. "Wha-do people ever tell you that you look a lot older??"
My brother laughed again and nodded. "Yeah. The oldest I've gotten so far is college student."
The JCPenny guy was still in shock. Then he turns to me and asks, "And how old are you?"
I tell him my age. He looks even more shocked.
After staring at me for seven seconds straight (and me grinning devilishly), he concludes, "Okay, your son's going into the army next year, and your daughter is going to put someone in jail."
Excuuuuussse me?
My brother -- God, I felt like murdering him! -- widens his eyes, bursts out laughing, and slaps me on my arm.
"HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH!"
I glared at my brother. "Shut up."
He waggles his eyebrows at me. "Hey Eeshie, you're gonna put someone in jail..."
I look at him. "I'm not like that!"
He bursts out in laughter again. "I KNOW!! HAHAHAHAHAAHHAAH! You're going to put someone in jail! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!"
Ugh! But seriously! He's still saying that to me!
Goodness. That was one weird JCPenny salesman...
Thursday, January 20, 2011
Yearbook Cover
Which one should be our Yearbook cover?!?
Paint Splatters
Go Green
Cubism Swirls
Comic Strip
Grafitti
Sweet Memories
Red Swirls
Leave a comment on your favorite cover for the Yearbook, and what you think the band cover looks like.
Paint Splatters
Go Green
Cubism Swirls
Comic Strip
Grafitti
Sweet Memories
Red Swirls
And, this isn't one of the choices or anything, but remember my post titled "My Band"? Well, one of my followers amb104 tried it out, and it came out GREAT.
Leave a comment on your favorite cover for the Yearbook, and what you think the band cover looks like.
Wednesday, January 19, 2011
To Salena...
:O
He can't be going back to Australia, can he?!?
NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!
No. This is not happening.
Who else in this world is going to say "nar" all the time?
He can't be going back to Australia, can he?!?
NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!
No. This is not happening.
Who else in this world is going to say "nar" all the time?
Science Project Ideas?
Anyone have any thoughts or ideas on a GREEN-related science project? It can be an experiment, a research project, a presentation -- but preferably an experiment.
ANY AND EVERY IDEA WILL BE APPRECIATED, NO MATTER HOW SIMPLE OR FAR-FETCHED IT SEEMS.
Thanks!
ANY AND EVERY IDEA WILL BE APPRECIATED, NO MATTER HOW SIMPLE OR FAR-FETCHED IT SEEMS.
Thanks!
Sunday, January 16, 2011
My "Band"
So. I was on my friend's blog iRadish. Like an iPod. But Awesome. and I saw something that looked really cool. Here is what it was (I literally just copied and pasted it from there)
Your "Band"
1) Go to Wikipedia and hit random. The first article that comes up is the name of your band.
2) Go to quotationspage.com and hit random. The last 4 or 5 words of the last quote on the page is the title of your first album.
3) Go to Flickr and click "explore the last 7 days". The third picture, no matter what it is, will be your album cover.
4) Use photoshop or a similar program to put it all together.
WELL. Let's just say that I was inspired. I decided to do it! Here is my "band."
Awesome, right? Ya'll should try it as well. It's pretty fun...
Your "Band"
1) Go to Wikipedia and hit random. The first article that comes up is the name of your band.
2) Go to quotationspage.com and hit random. The last 4 or 5 words of the last quote on the page is the title of your first album.
3) Go to Flickr and click "explore the last 7 days". The third picture, no matter what it is, will be your album cover.
4) Use photoshop or a similar program to put it all together.
WELL. Let's just say that I was inspired. I decided to do it! Here is my "band."
In case, this is too small, it says, "Duc de La Rochefoucauld" (The name of the band)
And the album title is, "looking backwards without turning around"
Friday, January 14, 2011
Evil Little Nerds...
I love nerds and all, but I was so angry at them today!
The story:
There are three honors classes in my entire grade, all of us from different houses. We shall call these houses Gryffindor, Ravenclaw, and Hufflepuff. I'm in Gryffindor!
Anyway, there's a FREE program offered to our school that lets students go to a nearby, "smart" college during February Break and lets you take real college classes. In college. Yes, there are AP classes and all, but for this, you get to go to college, be taught by real professors, get to sit in those auditoriums while a professor gives a lecture, and the classes sound really cool. There's classes like Environmental Disasters, Greek Mythology, Criminology, and a lot of other classes.
But the very tragic catch is that only 40 students will be able to go. Out of the 100 students that want to. And that's not even counting the non-Honors classes (They gave the Honors class the first oppurtunity)
Yesterday, we were given a presentation on this program, and were given the paperwork needed to be in the program (permission slips, basically). The first 40 to return their paperwork to HufflePuff's dean, Mr. Grecko, would be in the program.
Nothing was said aloud, but we all knew that we were now in a mad race to get to Mr. Grecko first.
At home, I filled out the paperwork quickly and made plans to go to school early the next day.
Well, things backfired, and I ended up going later than I thought I would be this morning. As I was walking to my homeroom class, some of my classmates were telling me, "There's already 33 people signed up."
And I threw my backpack and my jacket on the ground of my classroom and took off full speed for the third floor, where Mr. Grecko's office awaited me.
As I was running, I passed my friend, YN.
"YN! Come on, let's go give the papers in! There's no time!"
"We're doing that now?!" And -- oh my goshes, this girl! -- she walks back to our homeroom class, takes her jacket off, folds it neatly, takes off her scarf leisurely, peels off her gloves, rearranges her backpack, does other stuff...
"YN! COME ON!"
"All right, all right..." We began speed-walking to the third floor. As we were going there, we saw other Honors students walking back calmly, "Only two seats left."
We exchanged glances and took off running.
When we got there, panting and all, we saw a group of five boys from a different Honors class, standing in front of Mr. Grecko's office.
"You guys are too late." We stop dead in our tracks. "There's already 40 people."
"WHAT?!" We shriek. "Noooo..!"
"You should probably go back to class."
Sadly, we turn around and head back, slowly.
And then it hits me.
"That kid is lying!"
YN looks at me skeptically. "He's lying?"
"Yes! He just doesn't want us to be in it first!"
"All right, then why don't you go back and give your paper in?"
"Come with me."
At that moment, another one of our friends, MH, come rushing in with her papers, still clad in her jacket.
"Is it too late?!?" She says breathlessly.
We explained the situation to her, and she got all sad. But I don't trust nerds from my school! I decided to go back to Mr. Grecko's office, no matter what those boys said (And I brought the crew with me)
"Mr. Grecko?" I call, peeking my head through his doorway. "Is there still room?"
"Yes, there's a few seats left."
All three of us exploded through the door and shoved our paperwork into his face. First he got MH's paper. He wrote "39" on it. Then he got my paper. He wrote "40" on it.
Only 40 seats.
We looked at YN. She still gave it in, and he wrote "41" on it, assuring us that there could probably be a few exceptions, like perhaps 43 students.
At that moment, those boys from before came rushing in through the door, holding their paperwork.
YN's and my jaw dropped. We were madddd.
So. Those boys had lied just to get their papers in. But TOO BAD. We still got ours in first. So HA, nerds, HA!
I love nerds, by the way. But the Hufflepuff nerds from my school? Never trust them. They're just evil little nerds...really, really dedicated evil little nerds...
It just goes to show that you can't trust a Hufflepuff nerd. Nuff' said.
The story:
There are three honors classes in my entire grade, all of us from different houses. We shall call these houses Gryffindor, Ravenclaw, and Hufflepuff. I'm in Gryffindor!
Anyway, there's a FREE program offered to our school that lets students go to a nearby, "smart" college during February Break and lets you take real college classes. In college. Yes, there are AP classes and all, but for this, you get to go to college, be taught by real professors, get to sit in those auditoriums while a professor gives a lecture, and the classes sound really cool. There's classes like Environmental Disasters, Greek Mythology, Criminology, and a lot of other classes.
But the very tragic catch is that only 40 students will be able to go. Out of the 100 students that want to. And that's not even counting the non-Honors classes (They gave the Honors class the first oppurtunity)
Yesterday, we were given a presentation on this program, and were given the paperwork needed to be in the program (permission slips, basically). The first 40 to return their paperwork to HufflePuff's dean, Mr. Grecko, would be in the program.
Nothing was said aloud, but we all knew that we were now in a mad race to get to Mr. Grecko first.
At home, I filled out the paperwork quickly and made plans to go to school early the next day.
Well, things backfired, and I ended up going later than I thought I would be this morning. As I was walking to my homeroom class, some of my classmates were telling me, "There's already 33 people signed up."
And I threw my backpack and my jacket on the ground of my classroom and took off full speed for the third floor, where Mr. Grecko's office awaited me.
As I was running, I passed my friend, YN.
"YN! Come on, let's go give the papers in! There's no time!"
"We're doing that now?!" And -- oh my goshes, this girl! -- she walks back to our homeroom class, takes her jacket off, folds it neatly, takes off her scarf leisurely, peels off her gloves, rearranges her backpack, does other stuff...
"YN! COME ON!"
"All right, all right..." We began speed-walking to the third floor. As we were going there, we saw other Honors students walking back calmly, "Only two seats left."
We exchanged glances and took off running.
When we got there, panting and all, we saw a group of five boys from a different Honors class, standing in front of Mr. Grecko's office.
"You guys are too late." We stop dead in our tracks. "There's already 40 people."
"WHAT?!" We shriek. "Noooo..!"
"You should probably go back to class."
Sadly, we turn around and head back, slowly.
And then it hits me.
"That kid is lying!"
YN looks at me skeptically. "He's lying?"
"Yes! He just doesn't want us to be in it first!"
"All right, then why don't you go back and give your paper in?"
"Come with me."
At that moment, another one of our friends, MH, come rushing in with her papers, still clad in her jacket.
"Is it too late?!?" She says breathlessly.
We explained the situation to her, and she got all sad. But I don't trust nerds from my school! I decided to go back to Mr. Grecko's office, no matter what those boys said (And I brought the crew with me)
"Mr. Grecko?" I call, peeking my head through his doorway. "Is there still room?"
"Yes, there's a few seats left."
All three of us exploded through the door and shoved our paperwork into his face. First he got MH's paper. He wrote "39" on it. Then he got my paper. He wrote "40" on it.
Only 40 seats.
We looked at YN. She still gave it in, and he wrote "41" on it, assuring us that there could probably be a few exceptions, like perhaps 43 students.
At that moment, those boys from before came rushing in through the door, holding their paperwork.
YN's and my jaw dropped. We were madddd.
So. Those boys had lied just to get their papers in. But TOO BAD. We still got ours in first. So HA, nerds, HA!
I love nerds, by the way. But the Hufflepuff nerds from my school? Never trust them. They're just evil little nerds...really, really dedicated evil little nerds...
It just goes to show that you can't trust a Hufflepuff nerd. Nuff' said.
Thursday, January 13, 2011
Balloons. Not Just Any Balloons. Birthday Ballons.
I have an evil english teacher. Her name is Ms. Attorney.
She will literally spend the entire class yelling at us. We won't even have time for any learning. And she doesn't just scream at bad things. She screams about everything. Someone sneezed in class, and she went on this "entire-period-consuming-ranting-spree" about how that person just wanted attention, and how she wouldn't put up with people who just wanted attention. Ugh, she's crazy.
Anyhoo. We're all scared of her. Even the teachers. We were in my awesome science teacher's room when the bell rang. "Who do you guys have next?" She asked.
"Ms. Attorney," we echoed.
"RUN! Get the hell out of here!"
So we all took off running to class (I've been about two seconds late to her class before, and because of me and six other late-comers, she made our whole class stay for lunch detention). When we got to her room, we saw that her homeroom class was there, getting something for their next class. So, it was basically like 60, or 65 kids in one room. And well, you know how teenagers get when it gets crowded. They get boisterous.
So we're all laughing and talking and mingling with the other class, and yes, some people are shouting, and then Ms. Attorney yells, "I WILL NOT SPEAK UNTIL IT IS SILENT! I WILL NOT SPEAK UNTIL IT IS SILENT! I WILL NOT SPEAK UNTIL IT IS SILENT! I WILL NOT SPEAK UNTIL IT IS SILENT! I WILL NOT SPEAK UNTIL IT IS SILENT! I WILL NOT SPEAK UNTIL IT IS SILENT!"
One of the funny girls in my class mumbles under her breath, "Then don't."
At that moment, another teacher appeared at the doorway and asked for a moment. She went in the hall to talk. While she was gone, more late students from my class came in, all holding balloons.
"Happy birthday, Mark!"
Mark, a black kid in my class who looks exactly like Chris Brown, had his birthday that day. Now, each school has their own "Birthday Ritual." Some schools will decorate their friend's lockers, but here, the birthday person's friends bring in birthday balloons, and the birthday person goes around carrying balloons all day, letting everyone know it's his/her birthday.
Mark didn't want to carry his balloons all day, so he left them in our homeroom. But, now six people were all bringing them in (about 11 balloons), saying, "We brought your balloons for you!"
Mark takes them with a laugh and starts doing stupid stuff with them (shaking, dancing, etc). And, just as Ms. Attorney walks in, his friend swats hard at one of the balloons, which sends it off its ribbon and to the ceiling. The class explodes in laughter and talking.
"EXCUSE ME, WHY ARE WE BEING SO LOUD??"
By now, it's already ten minutes into the class, so she escorts her homeroom class to the class that they're having now that they're late to (As the students passed the doorway, they all called out, "Happy birthday, Mark!")
She was gone for the moment.
"Yo, how am I gonna get that?" Mark says. We all start giving him suggestions, trying to find big sticks. And then he stands up on his chair, glances at the doorway, and leaps onto his desk.
Squeals from the girls sitting at his table.
He makes a mad jump for the balloon, misses, and comes crashing down onto the desks, still standing. He leaps again, grabs it, and jumps down to the floor --
-- JUST as Ms. Attorney walks into the room.
She starts screaming. "I CAN'T BELIEVE MY HONORS CLASS WOULD BE FOOLING AROUND LIKE THIS, SCREAMING AND LAUGHING, JUMPING ON DESKS!"
Ha.
"AND I CAN'T BELIEVE MY OTHER STUDENTS WOULD BE LAUGHING AT IMMATURE BEHAVIOR LIKE THIS!" She walks over to Mark's balloons and takes them in her hand. But somehow, she missed one of the balloons. One of them was still standing in the corner, lonely.
She walks out of the room with them.
"Lydia!" Mark whispers. "Get the balloon!"
If you remember from one of my previous posts "Secret Santa Traumas" Lydia is an absolute teacher's pet, goody-goody, who hates me because I have good grades. She happened to be sitting closest to the lone balloon.
"Get the balloon!" Others whispered. "Get it!"
"No! I'm going to get in trouble!"
"GET IT!"
Peer pressured into it, Lydia quickly grabbed the ribbon of the balloon to Jimmy, the person Mark was sitting next to. Ms. Attorney walked in just in time to see Jimmy wildly pounding at the balloon to get it to stay under his desk, as it was a helium balloon.
Quiet as we hear Ms. Attorney's heels clicking slowly to her desk.
"Jimmy," she said calmly. "I want you to take that balloon to Mr. Sherman's office (our Dean)."
"Okay." He walks out.
It was quiet. Mark was giddy with himself that he still had one balloon with him, under his desk, the one he jumped on the desk for. He was snickering.
Once again, Ms. Attorney had to talk to another teacher in the hallway, so we began talking.
"Yo, how come she didn't take my balloon?" Mark asks, laughing.
"She didn't see the balloon."
"Then why'd she yell at me?"
"Cause' she saw you jumpin' off the desk. She didn't see what you er' holding."
We all had a big laugh and shut up as Ms. Attorney walked into the room. The rest of the class, as you can guess, was spent with yelling.
And we had a lunch detention the next day.
Go figure.
She will literally spend the entire class yelling at us. We won't even have time for any learning. And she doesn't just scream at bad things. She screams about everything. Someone sneezed in class, and she went on this "entire-period-consuming-ranting-spree" about how that person just wanted attention, and how she wouldn't put up with people who just wanted attention. Ugh, she's crazy.
Anyhoo. We're all scared of her. Even the teachers. We were in my awesome science teacher's room when the bell rang. "Who do you guys have next?" She asked.
"Ms. Attorney," we echoed.
"RUN! Get the hell out of here!"
So we all took off running to class (I've been about two seconds late to her class before, and because of me and six other late-comers, she made our whole class stay for lunch detention). When we got to her room, we saw that her homeroom class was there, getting something for their next class. So, it was basically like 60, or 65 kids in one room. And well, you know how teenagers get when it gets crowded. They get boisterous.
So we're all laughing and talking and mingling with the other class, and yes, some people are shouting, and then Ms. Attorney yells, "I WILL NOT SPEAK UNTIL IT IS SILENT! I WILL NOT SPEAK UNTIL IT IS SILENT! I WILL NOT SPEAK UNTIL IT IS SILENT! I WILL NOT SPEAK UNTIL IT IS SILENT! I WILL NOT SPEAK UNTIL IT IS SILENT! I WILL NOT SPEAK UNTIL IT IS SILENT!"
One of the funny girls in my class mumbles under her breath, "Then don't."
At that moment, another teacher appeared at the doorway and asked for a moment. She went in the hall to talk. While she was gone, more late students from my class came in, all holding balloons.
"Happy birthday, Mark!"
Mark, a black kid in my class who looks exactly like Chris Brown, had his birthday that day. Now, each school has their own "Birthday Ritual." Some schools will decorate their friend's lockers, but here, the birthday person's friends bring in birthday balloons, and the birthday person goes around carrying balloons all day, letting everyone know it's his/her birthday.
Mark didn't want to carry his balloons all day, so he left them in our homeroom. But, now six people were all bringing them in (about 11 balloons), saying, "We brought your balloons for you!"
Mark takes them with a laugh and starts doing stupid stuff with them (shaking, dancing, etc). And, just as Ms. Attorney walks in, his friend swats hard at one of the balloons, which sends it off its ribbon and to the ceiling. The class explodes in laughter and talking.
"EXCUSE ME, WHY ARE WE BEING SO LOUD??"
By now, it's already ten minutes into the class, so she escorts her homeroom class to the class that they're having now that they're late to (As the students passed the doorway, they all called out, "Happy birthday, Mark!")
She was gone for the moment.
"Yo, how am I gonna get that?" Mark says. We all start giving him suggestions, trying to find big sticks. And then he stands up on his chair, glances at the doorway, and leaps onto his desk.
Squeals from the girls sitting at his table.
He makes a mad jump for the balloon, misses, and comes crashing down onto the desks, still standing. He leaps again, grabs it, and jumps down to the floor --
-- JUST as Ms. Attorney walks into the room.
She starts screaming. "I CAN'T BELIEVE MY HONORS CLASS WOULD BE FOOLING AROUND LIKE THIS, SCREAMING AND LAUGHING, JUMPING ON DESKS!"
Ha.
"AND I CAN'T BELIEVE MY OTHER STUDENTS WOULD BE LAUGHING AT IMMATURE BEHAVIOR LIKE THIS!" She walks over to Mark's balloons and takes them in her hand. But somehow, she missed one of the balloons. One of them was still standing in the corner, lonely.
She walks out of the room with them.
"Lydia!" Mark whispers. "Get the balloon!"
If you remember from one of my previous posts "Secret Santa Traumas" Lydia is an absolute teacher's pet, goody-goody, who hates me because I have good grades. She happened to be sitting closest to the lone balloon.
"Get the balloon!" Others whispered. "Get it!"
"No! I'm going to get in trouble!"
"GET IT!"
Peer pressured into it, Lydia quickly grabbed the ribbon of the balloon to Jimmy, the person Mark was sitting next to. Ms. Attorney walked in just in time to see Jimmy wildly pounding at the balloon to get it to stay under his desk, as it was a helium balloon.
Quiet as we hear Ms. Attorney's heels clicking slowly to her desk.
"Jimmy," she said calmly. "I want you to take that balloon to Mr. Sherman's office (our Dean)."
"Okay." He walks out.
It was quiet. Mark was giddy with himself that he still had one balloon with him, under his desk, the one he jumped on the desk for. He was snickering.
Once again, Ms. Attorney had to talk to another teacher in the hallway, so we began talking.
"Yo, how come she didn't take my balloon?" Mark asks, laughing.
"She didn't see the balloon."
"Then why'd she yell at me?"
"Cause' she saw you jumpin' off the desk. She didn't see what you er' holding."
We all had a big laugh and shut up as Ms. Attorney walked into the room. The rest of the class, as you can guess, was spent with yelling.
And we had a lunch detention the next day.
Go figure.
Wednesday, January 12, 2011
Aggravation...
Grrr...
I trudged 1.2 miles in the mounds of snow to get to school in the very cold weather only to find that seven kids from my homeroom showed up.
What. Freaking. Gives.
Today was such a WASTE! I can't even believe today! I have never wasted so much time in my life!
So, I don't know if other U.S. States had this, but this whole past week, teachers have been telling us, "Wednesday is probably going to be a snowstorm" and "There probably won't be school on Wednesday" and "Blah, blah, blah, BLAH."
Tuesday night
Well. I went to sleep pretty late last night, but righhhht before I dozed off, I checked outside to see if it was snowing.
IT WAS!!! It was snowing furiously and hard, and there were already about four inches! And of course it was going to continue overnight, which meant SCHOOL WAS CLOSED TOMORROW!! YAYAYAYAYAYAYAYAYAYAYAYA --
Not. Quite.
At around 3 a.m., I forced myself up to check if it was still snowing (Yes, I'm paranoid). It was STILL snowing! I could hardly contain myself! Happily, I went back to sleep, content with the fact that I could now sleep in...
Wednesday morning (today)
Since my brother's school is far from my house, and he takes the subway, he has to leave rather early. In fact, he leaves the house the time I get up.
So, while I'm happily lying in bed, knowing I won't have to get up soon, I hear my brother's "leaving-the-house" noises (Keys jingling, thudding footsteps, etc etc). I yell from my bed, "I THOUGHT THERE WAS NO SCHOOL TODAY!"
My mom yells back, "THEY CLEANED THE ROADS. IF THEY CLEAN THE ROADS, THEN THAT MEANS SCHOOL HAS TO STAY OPEN."
What?!?!?!??!!
I got up to get ready for school. I was not about to walk in this weather, but my dad said it would be IMPOSSIBLE to clean the car (and not mention the snow surrounding the car) in the time we had. So I had two choices:
a) Take the subway
b) Walk
I wanted to take the subway. But, for various reasons, I could not.
SO. I was stuck, trudging through mountains upon mountains of snow (we got a LOT) for 1.2 miles. In the snow. And, the roads weren't even clean! What the heck were they thinking?
I was prepared, of course. I had leggings, and then jeans over it, and then tall boots over it. Then I had a long-sleeve shirt, my short-sleeve uniform on top, and then my FAT puffy jacket. Then, I had gloves, a hat, and a really, really cute scarf.
It was a long walk.
But eventually, I made it to school. There were only a few kids walking to school now, so I knew I was late. Maybe by ten minutes or so.
I walk into school through the side door, which goes into the cafeteria. If you're late, that is where you're supposed to go. Then, they give you a late pass, and then you go to your current class.
The cafeteria was so crowded.
What's going on? I thought. I was about to forget it and just go to my class, when I saw more people entering the cafeteria. Why were they coming in?
And then, I saw my SPANISH TEACHER!
"Senora!" I call. "Isn't this where we're supposed to get late passes?"
"Oh, no. We not taking attendance today."
"Okay...so where am I supposed to go?"
"Your grade is in the auditorium."
I go to the auditorium, and there's people there as well. And then I see my homeroom teacher. I ask him simply, "What's going on?"
He looks at me and says, "Just take a seat. We're going to be splitting you guys up."
All right...what the heck does that mean?
I find some of my friends and sit down with them. They explained that about seven people from our homeroom class came to school. And some classes had even less. We turned around and saw that about 6 rows of seats were filled with kids. And not even completely filled. These were how many people from my grade in my house (Let's just call my house Gyrffindor!) showed up. About 50, or a little more. Sad, ain't it?
After a whole period, they decide to give us schedules. We were in second period now, and we were to report to our English teacher for two periods (ew). It was, well... terrible. She was trying to rap Kanye West's "Flashing Lights" for us, and was trying to "decode" his lyrics like a poem. Ugh.
And then we were in the auditorium for period 4.
Then we had lunch...and then we were back in the auditorium for period 6 (I'm beginning to hate that stupid auditorium). Then we had two periods with my homeroom teacher and watched Hoodwinked (The worst animation I have ever seen, I swear).
Today was just such a waste and such a stupid and boring day that I am just DISAPPOINTED.
Anyways. Did any of you guys have a snow day today? Or have had any similar experiences to this?
I trudged 1.2 miles in the mounds of snow to get to school in the very cold weather only to find that seven kids from my homeroom showed up.
What. Freaking. Gives.
Today was such a WASTE! I can't even believe today! I have never wasted so much time in my life!
So, I don't know if other U.S. States had this, but this whole past week, teachers have been telling us, "Wednesday is probably going to be a snowstorm" and "There probably won't be school on Wednesday" and "Blah, blah, blah, BLAH."
Tuesday night
Well. I went to sleep pretty late last night, but righhhht before I dozed off, I checked outside to see if it was snowing.
IT WAS!!! It was snowing furiously and hard, and there were already about four inches! And of course it was going to continue overnight, which meant SCHOOL WAS CLOSED TOMORROW!! YAYAYAYAYAYAYAYAYAYAYAYA --
Not. Quite.
At around 3 a.m., I forced myself up to check if it was still snowing (Yes, I'm paranoid). It was STILL snowing! I could hardly contain myself! Happily, I went back to sleep, content with the fact that I could now sleep in...
Wednesday morning (today)
Since my brother's school is far from my house, and he takes the subway, he has to leave rather early. In fact, he leaves the house the time I get up.
So, while I'm happily lying in bed, knowing I won't have to get up soon, I hear my brother's "leaving-the-house" noises (Keys jingling, thudding footsteps, etc etc). I yell from my bed, "I THOUGHT THERE WAS NO SCHOOL TODAY!"
My mom yells back, "THEY CLEANED THE ROADS. IF THEY CLEAN THE ROADS, THEN THAT MEANS SCHOOL HAS TO STAY OPEN."
What?!?!?!??!!
I got up to get ready for school. I was not about to walk in this weather, but my dad said it would be IMPOSSIBLE to clean the car (and not mention the snow surrounding the car) in the time we had. So I had two choices:
a) Take the subway
b) Walk
I wanted to take the subway. But, for various reasons, I could not.
SO. I was stuck, trudging through mountains upon mountains of snow (we got a LOT) for 1.2 miles. In the snow. And, the roads weren't even clean! What the heck were they thinking?
I was prepared, of course. I had leggings, and then jeans over it, and then tall boots over it. Then I had a long-sleeve shirt, my short-sleeve uniform on top, and then my FAT puffy jacket. Then, I had gloves, a hat, and a really, really cute scarf.
It was a long walk.
But eventually, I made it to school. There were only a few kids walking to school now, so I knew I was late. Maybe by ten minutes or so.
I walk into school through the side door, which goes into the cafeteria. If you're late, that is where you're supposed to go. Then, they give you a late pass, and then you go to your current class.
The cafeteria was so crowded.
What's going on? I thought. I was about to forget it and just go to my class, when I saw more people entering the cafeteria. Why were they coming in?
And then, I saw my SPANISH TEACHER!
"Senora!" I call. "Isn't this where we're supposed to get late passes?"
"Oh, no. We not taking attendance today."
"Okay...so where am I supposed to go?"
"Your grade is in the auditorium."
I go to the auditorium, and there's people there as well. And then I see my homeroom teacher. I ask him simply, "What's going on?"
He looks at me and says, "Just take a seat. We're going to be splitting you guys up."
All right...what the heck does that mean?
I find some of my friends and sit down with them. They explained that about seven people from our homeroom class came to school. And some classes had even less. We turned around and saw that about 6 rows of seats were filled with kids. And not even completely filled. These were how many people from my grade in my house (Let's just call my house Gyrffindor!) showed up. About 50, or a little more. Sad, ain't it?
After a whole period, they decide to give us schedules. We were in second period now, and we were to report to our English teacher for two periods (ew). It was, well... terrible. She was trying to rap Kanye West's "Flashing Lights" for us, and was trying to "decode" his lyrics like a poem. Ugh.
And then we were in the auditorium for period 4.
Then we had lunch...and then we were back in the auditorium for period 6 (I'm beginning to hate that stupid auditorium). Then we had two periods with my homeroom teacher and watched Hoodwinked (The worst animation I have ever seen, I swear).
Today was just such a waste and such a stupid and boring day that I am just DISAPPOINTED.
Anyways. Did any of you guys have a snow day today? Or have had any similar experiences to this?
Sunday, January 9, 2011
Moon Sand and Kirby and Cute Jewelry
We've all been there...
Those evil infomercials with the ever-tempting products like Floam, Moonsand, Aqua-Dots, and all those other stupid toys.
Two or three years ago, I fell for their trap.
Yes, I bought one of those idiotic products. I, the money-saving Scrooge.
Here is what I bought:
Ugh, I'm more disgusted than you are.
It was a total waste of money. The first time I played with it, I was ecstatic. It was the most fun toy in the world. How could something like sand stick together so nicely? It was a miracle.
My first day, I made this:
You know that I was happy with it because actually took a picture.
But the second time I played with it? Still great, but not as thrilling as the first time. Third time I played with it? It's fine. Nothing too get worked up about. Fourth time I played with it? Been there, done that. And the fifth time I played with it?
There was no fifth time.
I have no idea where my Moon Sand is right now. For all I know, an alien came down and ate it. Or Taylor Lautner broke into my house and stole it (You can keep it as long as you want, Taylor!) Or maybe my pet zebra who currently resides on the beaches of Africa came to America after sneaking onto a cruise ship, barged into a New York City taxi, drove recklessly through Manhattan, had a few drinks here and there, and then finally made it to my house and stole my Moon Sand .
I am almost positive that it is the last one.
Anyways, I have recently found out that the world is a lie. A LIE.
Do we know Kirby? That cute little pink ball of awesome power and strength?
I went my whole life thinking that the above image is what Kirby looks like.
I was wrong.
I recently found at the local supermarket that Kirby, in fact, actually looks like this:
The world is a lie!
I also found something else of interest on my recent trip to the supermarket. I found a bag of chips.
No really. It's a bag of chips.
And to end this post, a little something for my girl followers...
CUTE JEWELRY FROM THE CUTE JEWELRY STORE!
Saturday, January 8, 2011
Name 3 Pokemons
Name 3 Pokemons. Now. Let's see if you can do it.
Here are mine:
-Pikachu
-Jiggleypuff
-Bullbasoar
Oh yeah.
So, you know what to do. Leave a comment if you know three Pokemons. And if you know more, well that's a little strange but BE MY GUEST to name more!
Here are mine:
-Pikachu
-Jiggleypuff
-Bullbasoar
So, you know what to do. Leave a comment if you know three Pokemons. And if you know more, well that's a little strange but BE MY GUEST to name more!
Friday, January 7, 2011
Lights! Camera! Action!
HEY YA'LL.
I just got back home from this live taping of some singing show, American Idol style. It wasn't American Idol, of course. If it were, I would've been talking about it for weeks. No, it was just some smaller TV show, where they basically do the same thing as American Idol.
Now, I had never ever heard of this show before. But my dad knows a guy, and this guy is very well-known in our town and very popular. He got free V.I.P. tix to see the finale of this show, which would be broadcasted LIVE near our house.
Of course we went.
I have to say, I wore something pretty hot. And I wore my really cute coat. I could have made more of an effort with my hair, but it was good enough for me (at the moment).
Not fixing my hair to the utmost perfection was not a good idea. Guys, next time I go somewhere that's being taped live, please please please remind me that lots of pictures are taken right when you are unaware of the camera. It doesn't matter if you're adjusting your underwear or chomping obnoxiously on your gum (the second one for me). The press does not care. They. Are. Meaners.
We got awesome seats (second row, center stage!) but there was a bad side to it. Right in front of us were famous people. They were oldish men and women, so I had no idea who the heck they were. But every few seconds, paparazzi would come running up, snap a few pictures, and then run away.
So if you see my nose or arm or mouth in the background of pictures of smiling celebrites, then YOU HAVE FOUND ME!
Ha ha. I think paparazzi thought we were with those celebrities (which we obviously weren't). Why do I think this? After snapping pics of the real celebrities, they started taking a bunch of pictures of my brother and me (we were sitting next to each other). My brother and I exchanged raised eyebrows, shrugged, and then smiled widely for the camera.
Ha. Good times...
I enjoyed watching the host fumble with words, look at the lines he had written on his hand, and then testing his microphone out one too many times. I dubbed him Ryan Seacrest. It was so cheesy when it came to commercials though. He would say, "Don't leave! We'll be right back!" He and his co-host (a pretty girl, duh, with like one line) would smile brightly at the camera until we were off the air. As soon as we were off the air, it became hectic.
Overexcited people all got up, racing around to take pictures of everything (since we weren't allowed to take pictures during the performance). The hosts were practicing their lines. The stage crew and band were setting up/taking away equipment. And the performers were changing their clothes backstage, of course.
When it came to be a minute until they were on the air again, the host would ask the crew to countdown from 10 seconds. They'd ask us (the audience) to start clapping really loudly and enthusiastically as soon as he said, "And we're back!"
The first time this came around, the host said, "And we're back!" and not a sound came from anyone. He kept going. Then, I guess my mom remembered the instructions, so she started clapping like crazy. I laughed and joined her. Then my brother and my dad, and pretty soon, the whole audience erupted in applause. The host grinned and joked, "I love you guys."
Overall, I had a pretty good time. The only thing I did not like was the results. The most conceited guy won FIRST PLACE. He got one of those giant checks you see on TV. I was jealous. The people I wanted to win got second and third. They received checks too, but it was less money.
:(
Ah, well.
Yeah. So. Have any of youse been to a live taping of anything? Or attended any show? Leave a comment if you have!
Bye...("Don't leave! We'll be right back!")
I just got back home from this live taping of some singing show, American Idol style. It wasn't American Idol, of course. If it were, I would've been talking about it for weeks. No, it was just some smaller TV show, where they basically do the same thing as American Idol.
Now, I had never ever heard of this show before. But my dad knows a guy, and this guy is very well-known in our town and very popular. He got free V.I.P. tix to see the finale of this show, which would be broadcasted LIVE near our house.
Of course we went.
I have to say, I wore something pretty hot. And I wore my really cute coat. I could have made more of an effort with my hair, but it was good enough for me (at the moment).
Not fixing my hair to the utmost perfection was not a good idea. Guys, next time I go somewhere that's being taped live, please please please remind me that lots of pictures are taken right when you are unaware of the camera. It doesn't matter if you're adjusting your underwear or chomping obnoxiously on your gum (the second one for me). The press does not care. They. Are. Meaners.
We got awesome seats (second row, center stage!) but there was a bad side to it. Right in front of us were famous people. They were oldish men and women, so I had no idea who the heck they were. But every few seconds, paparazzi would come running up, snap a few pictures, and then run away.
So if you see my nose or arm or mouth in the background of pictures of smiling celebrites, then YOU HAVE FOUND ME!
Ha ha. I think paparazzi thought we were with those celebrities (which we obviously weren't). Why do I think this? After snapping pics of the real celebrities, they started taking a bunch of pictures of my brother and me (we were sitting next to each other). My brother and I exchanged raised eyebrows, shrugged, and then smiled widely for the camera.
Ha. Good times...
I enjoyed watching the host fumble with words, look at the lines he had written on his hand, and then testing his microphone out one too many times. I dubbed him Ryan Seacrest. It was so cheesy when it came to commercials though. He would say, "Don't leave! We'll be right back!" He and his co-host (a pretty girl, duh, with like one line) would smile brightly at the camera until we were off the air. As soon as we were off the air, it became hectic.
Overexcited people all got up, racing around to take pictures of everything (since we weren't allowed to take pictures during the performance). The hosts were practicing their lines. The stage crew and band were setting up/taking away equipment. And the performers were changing their clothes backstage, of course.
When it came to be a minute until they were on the air again, the host would ask the crew to countdown from 10 seconds. They'd ask us (the audience) to start clapping really loudly and enthusiastically as soon as he said, "And we're back!"
The first time this came around, the host said, "And we're back!" and not a sound came from anyone. He kept going. Then, I guess my mom remembered the instructions, so she started clapping like crazy. I laughed and joined her. Then my brother and my dad, and pretty soon, the whole audience erupted in applause. The host grinned and joked, "I love you guys."
Overall, I had a pretty good time. The only thing I did not like was the results. The most conceited guy won FIRST PLACE. He got one of those giant checks you see on TV. I was jealous. The people I wanted to win got second and third. They received checks too, but it was less money.
:(
Ah, well.
Yeah. So. Have any of youse been to a live taping of anything? Or attended any show? Leave a comment if you have!
Bye...("Don't leave! We'll be right back!")
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