Wednesday, December 16, 2009

What if...

1. What if we could breathe underwater?

2. What if you could buy skills?

3. What if men were treated like crap instead of women in the middle ages?

4. What if llamas could make the world's best omlets?

5. What if you met someone compleatly composed of bubble gum?

6. What if Florida suddenly turned into an ice box?

7. What if murder was legal?

8. What if English was the world's only language?

9. What if the question had no answer?

10. What if the driving age was five?

11. What if pie could talk?

12. What if all dolphins were immortal?

13. What if all anyone ever felt was pain?

14. What if all the world's sand turned into amoebas?

15. What if alchemists succeaded in turning lead into gold?

16. What if pencils were myths?

17. What if this paper got up and bit you?

18. What if Ella was a ponie?

19. What if all the people who live in the ghetto suddenly turned rich?

20. What if penguins originated from Pluto?

21. What if a new number existed between 11123.73 and 1123.74?

22. What if a a baby was the dictator of the world?

23. What if idiots were the healthiest food ever?

24. What if all the clocks on the face of the earth spontaniously combusted?

25. What if all the world's assassins turned into gel pens?

26. What if having a name that began with the letter "X" was illegal?

27. What if everything was a lie?

28. What if chocolate was inedible?

29. What if this list went on forever?

30. What if afdooga was another word for smart?

31. What if everyone was emo?

32. What if there was world peace?

33. What if everyone in China gave you five dollars?

34. What I weren't hungry right now?

35. What if pudding never existed??

36. What if Edward Cullen's real name was Gertrude?

37. What if thumbtacks could cure all ilness?

38. What if everything was a certain shade of blue?

39. What if everyone in the world threw a tomato at Santa Claus?

40. What if electric blue and neon yellow were Christmas colors?

41. What if warbafonkeltonitarmenzioto was a word?

42. What if flowers could read?

43. What if large tumors coming out of the armpit were considered attractive?

44. What if pink wasn't a color?

45. What if humans were born with blue butts?

46. What if EVERYONE liked pie?

47. What if the most popular name for boys was Guydude?

48. What if someone suddenly said April and September weren't months anymore?

49. What if coulds were made of ice cream?

50. What if people could really fall into books?

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Monday, November 23, 2009

Ziplining in Belize

During spring break of 2008, my family went on a cruse. My favorite excursion was to Belize, where I would be ziplining with my dad and little sister over a jungle. In the room we waited in, I saw two friends from the cruse kid's group-- Kelly and Rachel.

Our group got off the ship, and onto the bus that would take us to the jungle. The bus ride was an hour and a half long, so we kids amused ourselves by singing annoying songs. The adults weren't exactly amused by this.

When we finally reached the jungle, a few employees helped all the excursionists into their harnesses. The employees led us to a short zipline, where they demonstrated saftey rules and what to do if we got stuck on the zipline. After about five minutes of instruction, we welaked a short hill. Mine and my friends' families had to wait a while, because there were many others in front of us.

At last, we reached the launching platform. I was nervous at first. But when I took off, I felt exhilarated. It seemed like I was flying over the beautiful jumgle vegitation, the wind in my face. There were four more zips like this, not including the two compleatly vertical zips to navitgate us around different jungle zcenery. Everyone--including my friends and theri dad--agreen that this was something we would want to do agian.

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Tuesday, September 8, 2009

The Fun-Osity of ST. ANDREWS' STATE PARK!!!

Labor day weekend, I went with my Church youth group to St. Andrews' State Park in Panama City. We stayed there, and camped out for two nights and three days. We had a great view of the bay, and visited the beach multiple times every day. Both bodies of water were gorgeous, and fun to play in. The beach had crystal clear waters, which dolphins often came close to. There was a sandbar where you could catch hermit crabs, and was shallow enough to play lots of games, plus great snorkeling fun. But there were some drawbacks to our good time. Our campsite was sandy and buggy-full, so our clothes got sandy, and we got itchy. Despite that, our vacation was very enjoyable. I would give it four and a half out of five stars.

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Thursday, September 3, 2009

Being Freakishly Tall is FUN!!

As the title says, being freakishly tall is fun. You can reach things short people can't. You can call other people at average height, shorty. And you can make fun of other people that are much older than you, yet still shorter.

Look at my pretty blue white hair! Right now, I'm about five foot four. Give or take an inch or maybe... two.

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Tuesday, September 1, 2009

Hee hee... circles!

This is the result of the math equasion, bored+paint. I think they turned out pretty good, for random circle stuff made from boredom and experementing with the setting-like thingies. post signature

Thursday, August 27, 2009

Science Books are Doopy

Currently, I am hating my science text book. Why? On a chapter review, it gave me a complicated math problem that I had never seen anything like in my life. And today, I had to read a section in the book. With many paragraphs. And at the end, it said to write a funny story about what happens when the magnetism in the earth dissapears. Wait. I didn't even see five sentences with the word magnetism in it. And there was nothing at all about what the magnetic field is. So. Huh? WHAT IS WRONG WITH THOSE PEOPLES?!?

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Wednesday, August 26, 2009

My Art: Hikaru Sleeping

(I know, its bad. But its the first picture that I've drawn in the paint thingy :D)

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Monday, August 24, 2009


Two or three weeks ago, something miserable happened. Something fun was taken away from me. Days of endless goofing off, friends, and fun. And in its place came... schoolwork. That's right. Summer was taken away from me. And replaced with walking to my sister's stinking bus stop every weekmorning (Yay! a new word!) and staying there for 15 mind-numbing minutes.

Then I spend at least three hours *gahsp!* learning. But I do have it better than public school peoples (Yeah. I dissed you. What are you going to do about it?) The longest I've taken to do schoolwork this year is probably five hours. And the shortest? A little over an hour. I guess this isn't so bad. TAKE THAT PUBLIC MIDDLE SCHOOL! AND PRIVATE TOO! And with schoolwork comes...A plaid messenger bag! I so pwn Public school peoples.

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Thursday, August 20, 2009


Sorry for the long subject xD My mom just got me a book called "Life of PI" from the library. I can't wait to read it! It has the word Pi in the title, so it must be good. Uherm. If YOU (yes, YOU) are interested in my Pi book, here is the summary found on the back of the book:

When 16-year old Pi Patel finds himself stranded in a lifeboat in the middle of the Pacific Ocean with only a menacing 450-pound Bengal tiger for company, he quickly realizes that the only way he will survive is if he makes sure the tiger is more afraid of him than he is of it. Finding strength within himself, he draws upon all of his knowledge and cunning, battles for food and shelter, overcomes stroms and disasters, and, in the end, makes a peace of sorts with both tiger and ocean.

Sound interesting? Have you read this book? Do you intend to read this book? PIE IS GOOD!!!

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Monday, August 17, 2009

My Art

Haruki (the girl with short green hair) is in better quality.

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Tuesday, August 11, 2009


Music is a treasure to me,

Without it my life would be bland

Half my life would go down the drain,

Plus the lives of people in bands.

There'd be no singing or dancing in bursts of glee,

We'd all live in a world of misery.

We'd spiral out of orbit into the sun,

The end of the human race will have begun.

So that's why my music is like my pie,

Without it everyone would die!

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Monday, August 10, 2009


I was rudely awoken by a metalic voice. "Wake up you dusty looking human," it said. My eyes slowly opened, and I was shocked at what I saw. In front of me was what looked like a floating, sliver girl. I slowly reaced out to touch her. She felt like metal. I looked down at myself. I looked just as normal as I did when I went to sleep last night. But why was this floating silver girl in my house. I looked around. My whole house had changed. Everything was made of what looked like metal. The bed with deep blue sheets was the only thing in my room that wasn't silver.

"Who are you?" I asked the silver girl.

"I am your thingiemabob," she replied.

"A thingiemabob?" I asked.

"Yes. We were once known as 'robots' by humans, but they found our kind's true name in time. I have served you all your life. Why must you know who I am?"

"You've served me all my life?" I asked. This was getting weird.

"Yes, since your birth in 2097," my thingiemabob replied.

"2097?" I felt sick to my stomach...

"Yes. The year is now 2109. Why does this all appear new to you?"

"Because I'm from 2009! And you aren't like the robots from 2009!" I snapped.

"Well, what do robots from 2009 do?" my thingiemabob sounded curious when she asked.

"Transform into cars," I said in a sheepish voice.

Haha! You like it? I got a Story starters bookie thingiemabob at the homeschool expo. I'm just doing this much, but if you want me to, comment on it telling me to continue.

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Friday, May 22, 2009

Theras and His Town

Theras and His Town

Theras was a young boy who lived in Athens, Greece. When he turned seven, he started going to school like all the other boys. He was the best of his age in running, as he found out by racing many other boys.

One day when Theras was ten, his father gave him two Drachmas. Young boys weren’t allowed in the marketplace alone, so his father would have to go with Theras. But his father was busy, and had to wait for the next day

Theras wanted to go right then! So he snuck out of the house to spend his two shiny Drachmas. He spent the first on a ball, and the second on bread to offer to a goddess.

On his way back home, the man who sold him the ball stopped him and asked to show him the Medusa, the ship in the harbor. Theras told the toy man that his father would take him the next day, but the toy man argued that the Medusa would leave tomorrow. Theras was in despair, but the toy man offered to take him to see it.

When they got to the harbor, the toy man brought Theras onto a sailboat. There he tied Theras up and prepared for him to be sold as a slave. Theras soon fell asleep. He was awoken by the toy man cursing and yelling. He was doing so because Theras’ father had come to rescue him!

A year passed, and there was even more excitement in the Athenian house. Theras’ father was going to fight for Athens! Everyone was sad when he got on the ship that took him away. A few months later, Metion, a family relative, reported that the ship with half Theras’ dad’s life savings had sunken. Later, he reported that he died in the war. The whole house was stricken with grief.
Then Metion proposed that Theras should go live in Sparta with Hippias as his faster father. Theras was therefore brought to Sparta against his will.

When he got there he was made fun of and called girlie, because the Athenian custom was to grow your hair long and cut it when you are an adult. The Spartan custom is the opposite. He also couldn’t understand the Spartan language or get the drills straight. But he was a good swimmer and runner, and gained respect for that.

At first the Spartan ways seemed so new, and Theras learned to like them. But eventually they grew boring to Theras. He decides to escape, and take a Perioikoi boy with him named Abas.
On their way to Athens, Theras and Abas encounter many dangers. They are hunted by the Spartans, are almost caught at an inn sold as slaves, and almost get killed by a lynx. One day, Abas injures his ankle badly and Theras has to carry him. Soon, Abas goes mad and starts mumbling, “Hungry, hungry!”

One day, Theras sees a group of men and begs them to help Abas. They put him on a litter and carried them to Athens.

When he goes to his house, an unfamiliar man answers the door. The strange man said Metion sold the house. Later he finds his mother is living with Epikides, and old friend. On his way there, he meets his father! It turns out that he was only held hostage, and finally escaped! They sued Metion for selling the house, and move back in.

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Wednesday, May 20, 2009