Oscar Mayer Wieners
Sofy:
I just watched this great episode of Oprah. It was that one where a bunch of memorable guests come back on the show to give people updates on their lives and stuff. It was awesome. The one that I liked the most was the last one. They first showed a clip of this little boy singing this totally weird song, and at first I didn’t know what the hell was going on, and then the boy came back on the show, and he’s like 14 or 15 now, and he sang the song again, more CLEARLY. And it was HILARIOUS. Seriously. Any song that ends with the phrase “cuz if I were an Oscar Mayer wiener, everyone would be in love with me” HAS to have a person falling off the couch and rolling around the floor laughing hysterically.
Okay, so maybe it wasn’t that funny. But come on…the dude was talking about being a frikin sausage, for godssakes.
And also, today I got a 85 on my Geography quiz. And then during the rest of the class he was asking out random questions for extra points on the quiz, and I got 1 question and a half right, so technically I got 100!!!
And we’re in our badminton unit in P.E. right now, and it is sooo cool. We were basically laughing the whole class. And the three of us are actually pretty good at it, so besides having fun, we get good grades!
Oh, and Cary and I got back to being friends. It was sort of a natural thing, you know? We just started talking again. But keep your promise this time, Carol.
Buffy… Christina Aguilera… Witches?
Alvy:
I am a very unstable person. Everytime I have these new interests, sometimes I’m interested in books, games, music and other things, and when I’m in my interest mood, I only think about THAT thing, only. Now I’m in my “Salem Witch” interest phase. The only bad part in being me is my shyness, believe me, if I didn’t have a sister to do everything for me and be my personal slave, I don’t know what I would do, or maybe it would help me more outgoing, I don’t know, so I’m sometimes shy to ask my parents for things to update my interest mood. When I have no interests to focus on, I am pretty vulnerable, anything can interest me, this time it was during english class. When I saw the book cover of my favorite book club book (In which I wasn’t picked to join) I totally got interested. The book is titled “The Witch of Blackbird Pond” and it takes place during the late 1600’s when the witches were pursecuted and all, and that’s exactly what I wanted to read about since I was enough to figure out what I actually liked, but I only read books on modern versions of witchcraft, so it was then that I felt like using that book to search for some others and order these books from amazon. The only problem is that my parents have a hard time keeping up with my natural changes of interests, before it was easier, since the only interest I had was Christina Aguilera… but now it’s more complicated, which means more amazon orders. I only asked them yesterday if they allowed me to order the books on the period of the 1600’s and they said yes, so here I am, waiting for them to confirm the order, I mean, they just have to fill in the requiremets, is it so hard to do that? but I’m so excited, the titles of the books I ordered are: “The Witch of Blackbird Pond” “A Break With Charity” “I, Tituba, Black Witch of Salem” “The Witchcraft of Salem Village” and “Witch-Hunt: Mysteries of The Salem Witch Trials.” After I read these books, or at least some of them, I’ll re-read “Gallows Hill” because it has so many things that have to do with the salem witch trials and I had no idea before, since I was in 4th or 5th grade when I read it… I just love all the suspence in the books, I did some research in the internet and found out some things about the witches in Salem, I just can’t wait to read the books (Or at least for my parents to checkout the books at amazon)
3:00, Sunday
Sofy:
I’m all sick again. It’s this damn cold weather that makes everybody runny-nosed and depressed with all its windy grayness. I have to keep the tissue box right next to me because I sneeze every two seconds, and I’m wearing so much clothes I look like a snowman, I swear. My stomach also hurts because I ate too many pancakes for breakfast and too much curry for lunch. And those two do NOT mix well. Especially when breakfast is at 11:30 and lunch is at one.
Yesterday night my brother came into my room and I just knew he was gonna ask something, but before he did, we had a pretty interesting conversation about things that aren’t interesting. He kept trying to say something, and I was looking at our blog search terms thingies, so he only got to say “If you help me, I’ll-” before I interrupted him with something stupid, like “Hey, what’s ‘karate footjob’? What’s footjob? Does it have anything to do with handjobs or other kind of ‘jobs’? Or is it just a job about feet?” or “Who would search ‘vibrators and pregnancy’, in quotes, and get to our blog?” I’m so retarded sometimes, am I not? (And now we’re gonna get even more weird people getting to our blog)
Turns out he just wanted me to make waffles with him, and he ended up convincing me. It was fun. We talked about school, movies, books, anything. And the waffles were goooood.
(Stops writing so that she can blow her nose)
So now it’s three o’clock. The end of the weekend. And I still have the end of a portuguese book to read, part of an English essay to do, and the 4th American Pie movie to watch (No Alyson Hannigan in it, but I watched the first three, so whatever). And I’m so not in the mood to do these things…not even the movie. If Alyson was in it, I would watch it right now (Well, actually I’d have watched it before), but she isn’t so I’m not that much looking forward to it.
This Week
Sofy:
This week was pretty great. On Thursday I was sick so I got to go home early and not do P.E or Math, and after my mom picked me up we went to the mall, which is always great, even if you’re sick. Then after the mall I went to get my hair cut, and I cut it reeeeally short. I can’t even tie it back anymore, which is bad. But my friends said it looks nice, and even my brother said it looks cute, so it’s okay. In the morning when I was in History class, Daniel kept saying I looked firm (I still don’t get what the heck he meant by that) and adult and grownup, even when I said I didn’t want to be a grownup. And I couldn’t even call him an asshole because Ms.C was right there.
I finally found a book worth spending my time on. This last week I tried to read Anywhere But Here, which I had already read, and in my opinion is the greatest book ever written, but I got to the conclusion that it isn’t a book that should be read twice. It gets boring. Then I was looking through my mom’s books to see if she had anything non-portuguese, and found, actually, TWO books that interested me, which were Bridget Jones’s Diary and Sex and the City. I can’t believe I never knew my mom had these. I’m reading Sex and the City, and it’s pretty cool so far.
Tomorrow is Mother’s Day, so we’re going out for breakfast together, and later I have skating, which I haven’t been to in two weeks. So it should be a good day.
Also, I had this crazy dream where I was in a boat with these bunch of other people I didn’t know, and then the boat capsized and we all fell into the water. I didn’t have any problems swimming, and that’s strange because I’m pretty bad at swimming in real life. And I felt weirdly drawn to this other girl, but I didn’t know who she was, and she was screaming, and when I swam to her I saw that her foot was caught in one of those fishing hook thingies, and it was being pulled to god knows where, so I told her I had to get her foot off the hook so I pulled her really hard and her foot ripped but she didn’t even scream that time. And then I woke up.
I just felt like writing about the dream.
Adults.
This being grounded thing sucks. My little brother and I were in the house alone since my mom had to take my older brother someplace and my dad was working. And I was listening to music, and I had the earphones on because Danny was complaining about the noise. So when my parents called I didn’t hear the phone, and apparently they kept calling until finally, I hear the shrill annoying ring of the stupid phone. But when I answered the line was dead. So I called my dad again, because I had seen in the caller thingy that it was him who had called. But no one answered.
And they got home five minutes later, and I had just gotten into the internet when my dad slammed open the door. And he looked at the screen, and since my homepage is TV.com, he got even angrier because he thought I was using the internet for stuff other than homework. And he asked me why I hadn’t answered the phone, and I explained and he didn’t believe me, of course, because adults never seem to believe me. So now I’m in a new level of grounded. I don’t have any good DVDs in my room anymore, and I think he might not let me even watch them on this weekend. Which majorly sucks, because I just got my How I Met Your Mother DVD yesterday. Now all I have to do this weekend is read stupid books, which I am being forced to read. Reading against my will. Reading when I don’t want to read. I’ve read all the books in this world worth reading, and the rest are all boring.
This is just so unfair. He should just listen to me and he would see that this stuff is only happening because my shitty life is against me. I got bad grades because Ylane and Rodrigo are mean and hate me. I got double-grounded because of my stupid idiotic good for nothing homepage. (Actually it’s a great site, but I’m just pissed off)
And today I got an 64% on my History test. Now let me prove just how wrong this is. Rodrigo always says that if we use pen for the test, we can complain about him grading wrong later, if we use pencil, we can’t, because we could just erase our answers and say he marked it wrong. I used pen. The test was all multiple choice, and for this one question, I circled an answer, but then decided it was wrong, crossed it off, and circled the answer above it, which turned out to be the right one. And today he gave us back the test and this question, with the crossed off answer and the right answer, was marked wrong. So I went to talk to him about it, and he said that he couldn’t see which one I had circled. What an idiot. A blind idiot. A blind idiot asshole that I wish so much would get hit by a bus (okay, I’m being a bit dramatic, but whatever). Every person in the class agreed that he should have marked the question right. But he still didn’t change it. Than one question could’ve gotten me from a D- to a C! Which okay, isn’t very good, but isn’t a fail, either! He should get fired. And he should also get glasses. Well, he already has them, but he should get better ones.
Ants everywhere!!!! They’re stalking me!!!!
Cary:
They are everywhere!!! And I mean inside the house!!!
There’s ants ON the computer, IN the computer, UNDER the computer!!! And I’m not really an insect lover.. so everytime I see an ant I get the nearest possible object and kill them. Like I did now and the nearest possible object was a pen. As we all know pens aren’t that thick so while I smashed it I could hear her little scream, and I could see her suffering face while I killed her. I felt bad for her (ANT) but it’s better having her dead than crawling on me and on my hmwrk.
My mom always fights wiht me because when I kill an insect
(there’s a wholwe lot of types of insect in my house, it’s like a florest)
I just let them there… dead…. I mean it’s disguting to get it and throw it away. And once I missed it when I tried killing it with the cell phone, ( I really meant it when I said nearest possible object) the ant ran and after shaked her butt at me because I didn’t kill her. But that’s like
one week ago so I probably already killed her… HAHAHAHA!!
Writing
Sofy:
I gotta write this essay on how teaching is a multi-faceted job. I hate these sort of topics. Teachers give them to you just to test how many different ways you can say the same exact thing. And they expect us to write a lot, too! Like in my Science Fair. I wanted to prove that homework was useless (I ended up proving that homework is useful, but that’s not the point). And for our backgound information we were supposed to write 2-5 pages. I mean, how much can you write about homework?! I ended up writing a very repetitive page and a half, but she accepted it and said it was good. I don’t think she read it, because I know it was awful.
Back to the teacher essay thing. I actually wrote five paragraphs. They suck, but I wrote them. And we have to hand it in tomorrow, and I don’t want to because it’s for Ms. C’s class, and I always hand in good work in Ms. C’s class.
But the problem is that I’m not even finished. I still need a conclusion. I don’t get conclusions. I don’t get essays. They’re stupid and complicated and have too many rules and I don’t like them. I have no idea what to write for my conclusion. Ms. Coggio told me today in class and I remember what she said but I still don’t know what to write. I mean, I know what to write, I just don’t know how to write it. I don’t know why I need a conclusion. In the whole essay I talked about how teaching is a multi-faceted job, so any person with a brain should see that my opinion is that TEACHING IS A MULTI-FACETED JOB.
I think I’m just gonna hand it in like this. If she were here, I would ask my mom to help me, because she should know. But she isn’t so I really have no alternative but to hand it in like this, with only the spelling corrections. Sorry, Ms. C…
My Room
Sofy:
Yesterday I finally finished the Buffy game. I spent like three hours playing, because I didn’t want to keep it for another whole week because Alvy has already been so nice by lending it to me. I took a long time to defeat the last dude, The First (hehe, that sounds weird. The last dude is The First. He’s called The First Evil). I kept dying. I also watched this great movie with Sarah Michelle Gellar, called Cruel Intentions. It’s so cool.
Today after lunch my mom called me to her room to show me some stuff that she found in the internet for my room. I’m not sure why, but we’re remodelling my room. I don’t want to do that. I like my room. It’s a mess, but it’s my mess. And I like it. See, my mom thinks I’m still seven, so whenever we’re buying things for my room, she goes for the flowers and butterflies and stuff. I hate that stuff. Even when I was seven I hated that stuff. I’m really not a very girly girl. I like pink and stuff, but what idiot doesn’t like pink? Face it, people. It’s a great color. Anyway, I don’t like the stuff my mom buys for my room. But I never tell her, because I’m too scared I’ll hurt her feelings and I don’t want to do that. I know that I should tell her, because she’s wasting money on these things, but still…
Another problem is how big my wardrobe is. I really wish I could have a closet, one of those you can walk into and all, but whatever. Not enough space for that. And my mom thinks that my wardrobe should be really small. I want a big wardrobe. For a lot of clothes. But she insists on picking a small one, saying that I don’t need all that space.
Well now I have to go to the mall to the skating rink. So bye.
Why I Am Now So Upset That I Feel the Need to Spend the Rest of the Night Eating Chocolate And Watching Funny TV Shows to Cheer Me Up
Sofy:
So, I got a new computer last year, right? Well, on the computer that I used before that, I had a bunch of songs, like, more than a thousand. And they were all on my iPod, so I figured I didn’t have to pass them all to my new computer, and my dad said it would also take a long time.
So I was lying on my bed less than fifteen minutes ago, watching Scary Movie 4, and I got bored. I watched it before. So I stood up, walked to my computer, and unplugged the iPod from it, because I had some movies there that I wanted to watch, like the Family Guy one and American Wedding. And I sat back on my bed, put on the earphones, and went to the Video section, then to the movies section. There was nothing there. At first I thought that my iPod was just being freaky with me, as it does so many times, so I turned it off and then on again. There were still no videos. So I went to the song section. And there were like two songs, the ones I added in the past months with my new computer. None of the other songs.
This sucks. Life sucks. I mean, all those hours I spent downloading songs, music videos, movies, TV Shows all for nothing. And now I thought that maybe I could go to the old computer, which is now my little brother’s, to see if all the songs were there, but they weren’t, because my dad erased everything from the computer because my little brother wanted to start with the computer empty. I’m not even sad, I’m just angry at myself for being stupid and leaving all the friggin songs in the other computer. Really, I’m so angry that if Alvy saw me right now, he would be joking that I have epilepsy because of how much I’m shaking.
I’m gonna have to download ALL those songs again. This is the worst.
Easter
Sofy:
So today was Easter. I’ve been waiting for it all week. Easter is the best, with all the chocolate and stuff…I ate a LOT of chocolate. My parents got each of us a chocolate egg and I ate one fourth of mine and almost all of the little candy-thingies that came inside of it. Also, after lunch (which was around two o’clock) at my grandma’s, she gave my brothers and I each this big Hershey’s bar that our uncle had sent. It’s really big, and I know that I shouldn’t have eaten as much as I did, but you know, chocolate is just…addictive. As soon as you put one little piece in you mouth you crave for more. So I ate about half of the chocolate bar (Gross, I know, okay? I’m ashamed of my actions) and by the time I finished that, I was almost puking, so I put the rest in the fridge.
My baby cousin, who isn’t really a baby anymore, he’s more of a toddler since he’s two years old now, came here with his mom, and he is just the cutest thing in the whole wide world and my little brother and I played with him the entire afternoon. He’s adorable, he loves playing soccer and whenever he kicks the ball, no matter where it goes, he yells out “Goal! Goal!” and runs around with his arms up. Also, we live close to an airport so a lot of airplanes come by, and they’re not really high up so we can hear them real loud even inside the house. And whenever one does come by, he starts shouting “Plane!” in a really babyish way and his mom takes him outside to see. The only problem is that he’s really shy, still, so since he hasn’t seen us in a long time, when he first looked at us, he buried his head in his mom’s leg and didn’t want to say hi. But after awhile he got used to us.
Well, I got carried away. Sorry. I babble when I’m excited. After my cousin left, I played video games some but I didn’t really feel like it, so I didn’t even pass a level. I’m in this level where I’m Spike (he’s this vampire. He is SOOO cute. Look up James Marsters in google. The only problem is that he has weird teeth, and his cheeks are too sunken in. But other than that, he’s perfect) (Oh and he’s a vampire in Buffy, not in real life. That’s not why his teeth are weird) (But you knew that) (And I’m babbling again) and I’m in this place called The Initiative and I’m stuck in a part where my objective is to avoid contact with the cyborg dudes until I know how to destroy them. I’m gonna look in the internet how I’m supposed to pass that part. I always feel guilty when I do that, because I feel like I’m cheating. But you know…sometimes there’s no way other than cheating. And I want to get to the next level, because then I get to be Willow and use magic AND it’s in a mall. I mean, if anything is worth cheating for, it’s this. Unless it’s, you know, to win a LOT of money or a lifetime’s supply of peanut butter. Well actually, only if it’s to win a lot of money. Because if you have a lot of money, then you can BUY a lifetime’s supply of peanut butter. Which actually makes a lot more sense, because how would you win a lifetime’s supply of peanut butter? I mean, would you just get it all at once? Because seriously, where the hell would you keep that MUCH peanut butter?! Besides, it will of course rot before you’ve LIVED a lifetime. And buying peanut butter is also a lot easier than waiting for the person who you’ve won the lifetime’s supply of peanut butter from to deliver peanut butter to your house everytime your stock of peanut butter finishes. Right?
