if there is strawberry flavored apple sauce why isn't there icecream flavored apple sauce?
shiver in me timbers.

i'm in a dark modd again. the weird thing is that whenever i'm in a dark mood, i am usually in a hungry mood. it's a good thing we haven't any food. otherwise i'd get fat like that snotty little girl in willie wonka and the chocolate factory who swells up like a blueberry. man, that movie gets on my nerves.

unnamed fever has not been updated until some time ago and probably will not be updated until several weeks have passed. heck, it might not even get to the end...or the beginning.

i feel that socks and shoes should never become one.

knock, knock.
who's there?
ice cream soda.
ice cream soda who?
ice scream soda people can hear me.

i was wrong to think periods could replace spaces. i apologize. you know what they say about spaces! they go between words...

these are the things that annoy me most as of 7:56pm of January 30, 2003 :
my brother
the way he takes everything he shouldn't seriously and everything he should comically
the way he thinks the whole world revolves around him
the way he has excuses for his laziness
the way he thinks his excuses are good reasons
the way he shuts the door in my face when i try to tell him that his reasons are dumb

por ejemplo, this morning my mother and i attempted to wake him up 3 times. so finally i stand there until he puts forth the effort and energy to raise his 10lb body out of bed. he tells me that the reason he was so tired and didn't want to get up is because he was up late doing his homework. BUT when did he start his homework? about 9 or 10pm. and what was he doing before that? not a thing. so we can conclude that he is making it hard on himself resulting in a my own wasted time. when i tried to tell him that he could change he slammed the door in my face. i continued to brush my teeth. but i did not forget. will i ever forget that horrible incident when i realized that my brother's personal problems were threatening my sanity? NO! why not? because IT HAPPENS EVERY SINGLE MORNING!!!!!!!!!!! and it has happened for many moons. it disturbs me. too bad he doesn't feel for anyone but himself. if someone asked me to get up earlier in the morning because they felt that they had to be early i would do it.

and yet another example. we had spaghetti tonight. and there was an extra knife on the table due to my brothers laziness. see, mike was getting silverware and asked andy to passed the eating utensils onto my place mat. he didn't. and i didn't see mike standing there so i got my own silverware. it's not really all of his fault but it is partly his fault. so, andy was playing with the said knife and placed between the leaves of the table. i was teasing him about how the knife was now dirty and water was going to be wasted to wash it. all through this his elbows were taking up much space and invading my personal eating area. i nudged his arm with my arm. nothing happened. so i asked, "andy, could you please move your arm?" he goes storming up the stairs saying, "call me when everyone is done eating because i want to eat all by myself. joanna is giving me a lot of bull." I ASKED HIM TO MOVE HIS ELBOW. maybe the knife thing got to him, but he should know not to take teasing seriously. i didn't think he was going to listen...it's not like he listens any time else.

so these are my many grievances. there are more (of course) but i do not yet know what they are. i hope i don't have to find out.

muahahahahahah...muahahahahahah...muahahahahahha... instead.of.spaces.i.think.i.shall.use.periods. even.though.i.will.be.overusing.my.right.ring.finger.

it was a dark and rainy night. Ms. Banana came to my office and cried out, "Jo Pickle! Can you help me?" I said, "Have you got any jars?"

okay. i'll admit it...i have a weakness for drama shows. not like dawson's creek...that show disgusts me (no offense to anyone). i like everwood and gilmore girls. not seventh heaven so much anymore...it's too painful for me now. but everwood! everyone expects amy and ephram to get together. i hope they don't. amy doesn't deserve him. she was nice to him while collin was in the coma but as soon as collin came back she sort of left him out in the cold. plus, collin isn't even the collin she remembers because he lost his memory. and the guy who plays bright...God did a nice job on his exterior. gilmore girls! it's kinda redundant, but there is a dry sense of humor that accompianies the whole thing and i get most of the jokes. i don't care much for the main characters. i watch it to see what happens to lane. tonights show was so sad because the guy lane liked was white and her mom wanted her to date koreans, which makes sense because lane is korean but she doesn't act it. to bad her mother likes to control her. and she really likes dave. 'tis sad. plus he is pretty too. but, i must remind myself IT'S JUST A TV SHOW!! i used to have this problem with the soap opera Days of Our Lives. now, i could care less who killed that collin guy and whats going on with belle and sean. i also used to have an obsession with X-Men Evolution. it was the young days of x-men. those days are past. and there was the ZOOM phase, the Arthur phase, the Sagwa phase, the Smallville phase, the Dawson's creek phase (i stopped watching when they all started sleeping with each other), the powerpuff girl phase, and probably some other phases that i can't remember. i went through a couple animal phases too. first i liked cows, then pandas, then dolphins, and then iguanas. now, i like anything with fur or feathers because if i were one i would be warm. mostly i like bears. grizzly bears. just think! it would be so nice hibernate and then have many thing afriad of you. also, the all-you-can-eat berry and honey buffets must be nice too. too bad people would try to kill you...but thats the only down side...unless you got bitten by a rabid wolf...that would not be pleasent...no wait. it's pleasant isn't it? with an "a"? well, i must go do something...i'm not sure what.

long live the headache.
big brother says sleep for many moons...actually big cheif said that about the grizzly bear. wow! i'm full of nonsense...i don't think it's good for me. what if the only image people have of me is the nonsense side? can you tell i'm rambling again? you have to tell me to stop doing that!! it's all your fault! no, i'm not turning it back to you. it started with you and it will always stay with you! what do ya mean it's my own fault? i can't control my rambling! you...more words...

oh my head ache,.............................. this is a horrible poem
oh my head ache,.............................. i wrote in my spare time.
oh my head hurts like a knife.............. it depicts the fear and the
it's my greatest fear........................... tradegy behind a single
if it stays here................................... head ache.
cause it might just end my life.

wow. i don't feel so nice. it is not all peaches and cream. it is lemons and sour milk.

i can imagine myself walking through a subway station and catching the eye of a really cute guy. i would then proceed to enter to subway car and place a square of dentyne ice into my mouth. next, i would blow on the window to create frost so that i may write my phone number on it. seeing as it would be real life and the frost wouldn't come, i would then resolve to loud obsceneties and violent motions. or upon walking into a messy room i would snap my fingers and expect everything to fall into place. since i am not mary poppins i would again become angery and resolve to actions not usual of my nature.
i have finished my reading workshop book and i have more than a week to finish the packet. reading the lovely book was better when i did not have to write down what time and on what page a began and ended. i shall see to it that i do not put off my essay until february 9th (it is due on february 10th). as soon as i find a suitable section in my book in which the diction is whatever my teacher wants it to be i shall proceed to planning out the essay and writing it. hopefully, i will not find myself staying up until five o'clock in the morning.
i have decided that all punctuation marks except for periods, the necessary apostrophe and comma, and the occasional parenthesis shall be omitted from my blog vocabulary. i find that exclamation points and the like are not needed.

so my brother is reading the 3rd harry potter book and he questioned me about why there was a cuss word in it. i repied a cuss word? show me. so he showed me the word "bitch". you know...when aunt marge is visiting and brings her horrible FEMALE DOG. i thought this incident was interesting.

i'm thinking about becoming a serious person. no frivilous ideas, no quoting from commercials and disney movies, no "blonde-ness"...but i do know i could not do it. i like to be happy, and all smiles. when my madness and unusual ways make people smile or give me weird looks, it gives me satisfaction. but i don't like it when people misunderstand me. for example, they tell me a joke, i don't think it's funny so i give them a weird look. then they take it as i didn't get it and make this stupid retarded laugh. i don't like that. i also don't like it when i don't understand something and they look at me as if i'm the dumbest person in the world. also, it saddens me when people tell me that my blog is dumb. yes, i know it is, but you don't have to tell me that. you should tell me something nice like, your blog is crazy or your blog makes me laugh because it is so weird. those are nice things to say. i don't like when people give me weird looks because of something that i do. i like to think that if i wash my hair and then put my beanie on my beanie will begin to smell nice. i like to think that if i put a blanket on one leg and let the other be blanket less i will maintain a lovely temperature. i also like to think if i get somewhere early, all is right with the world. no, i do not think i could be serious and do things like the rest of the world.

anyway, (name to be thought of) fever will be centered around pie, pants, and white-cranberry-strawberry juice or ravioli...i haven't decided quite yet. i love both of them. juice is for all seasons. ravioli has a delicious tomatoey sauce and yummy pasta. juice helps me smell the roses. ravioli is rich and meaty...

big brother says babysit for seven hours and get lots of money! that's what i'm doing tonight!!!

operation minty sock 0001 = failure. i do not know if i shall try it again...maybe when i'm in college and need a between-class activity. maybe then i shall attempt minty sock 0002 all the way to my success, minty sock 1000. but until then, i must take up other creative adventures. i, joanna "joanna" b. shall take over the school! yes, i know it may seem that it cannot be possible. you are wrong!! i shall use flashy signs and mind-bending slogans. you just wait! joanna fever shall come!! but i do not think i shall call it joanna fever. something else...it will come! i shall base the said fever around pie, pants, and hmmm...something else. that will come to me too! it will be wonderful. when i'm done with that i shall move on to my next project! murder mystery party 001!! it shall be lame at first...but by the 1,000,00th rewrite it will be fine!!!

pants, i'm tired.

maybe i'll even go as far to wear black lip stick...oh wouldn't that be a torturous adventure!

i've decided to become a depressed person. i can be gloomy. honest. then i'll wear all black and dye my hair blue. that would be nice. and i can write horrible depressed poetry. for example:

life, synonomous with black hole
sucking me into oblivion.
where is the love?
where are the stars?
blackness, darkness, no light.
i'll need some pie.

where did that pie line come from? what does pie have to do with happines or depression? i don't believe i shall ever know. for pie is a blessing and a burden. if you eat too much, you get fat and bloated. but just eating it is a party for your tastebuds.

BIG BROTHER SAYS BUY SOME GIRL SCOUT COOKIES!!

michael is nuy. he does not know what that means..neither do i but he thinks i do...that's the beauty of it. you should always call people by names you make up. that way they won't what you are saying. it's a good things. just talk gibberish. no michael, i do not always talk about you. man, that kid is full of himself. he also needs to brush his teeth or take a shower. but i won't tell him that. just because he is reading over my shoulder doesn't mean he can understand what i'm really typing. what's that michael? you resent that? no, i should say you resemble that. so glibhlum, yumoprety, and tdoguyjin!!! i wish i could fly so then i wouldn't have to do that history project madden wants all of his classes to do. fie! nuy! lim!! goh!! dof!! sar!! wix! jalumpocuQQtem. did you know that a "u" is supposed to come after a "q"? that's what michael says...he also says i'm mean. and that justin from baytown is mean. and amy. i did not think of those hurtful things...i am a victim here too! don't point your finger at me. so,,,some think that my blog is gay. i don't have to think about if it is gay or not. i KNOW it is gay. my blog is my vent for dumbness...see? dumbness isn't even a word...i guess you could say that this is the blonde in me...of course, that doesn't make much sense. i am so bored. stalling is the best. mr.maty made me play today in class. my mouth started twitching while i was playing. it felt kinda funny. i've decided that juice is best cold. have you ever enjoyed warm juice? no, i did not think so. i should go now.

BIG BROTHER SAYS WEAR PANTS.
whistle and sigh, i'm filled with pie...but not really.

FEE-FIE-FOE-squeak i smell the blood of a canadan (spelled incorrectly on purpose)...it's probably denise. but i don't know.

this is my brother michael. he has something to say...:
my brother andy chews with his mouth open. jo jo binks does not like that.she is billiumps.andy needs to take a shower be cause he stinks.it is a bird it is a plane it's super jo.beans beans the macical fruit the more you eat the more you toot.my brother is cool...NOT.that is what he is.also grumpy.good morning wisconsin.hes lame too.that is all for now and then.thanks for reading bad things about andy.

woah...wow...thanks michael...i think.

whistle and sigh-i want some pie.

what finger do you use to move the hands on a clock?
which spoon is the salad spoon?
if i have chocolate ice cream and you have vanilla, what color does the monkey in the tutu have?
if i have 23 dollars and i want to buy a cd for five dollars, what is the price of blackmarket gorillas in timbuktu?
when life gives you lemons, what is the number for the high school?
if i turn left, then left, left again, and another left, what is the name of the banana guy?

my brother wants me to talk about him! he is in fourth grade and likes to play baseball. today, he got his first aim screen name. he isn't old enough to have an email address but we can talk between rooms via computer now. he likes to call me gollum and jo jo binks, and hug me. i don't like it when he hugs me so i put my hair in his face. i am using elementary sentences. i do not know why.

this is his lair. i've seen the old fox around...i smell profit here...who is his hussy?...lamarck is dead. today, during musical rehearsal, i wanted to gouge out my eyes, fill my ears with hot wax, cut off my toes, cut myself, then roll around on a sea of salt. can you understand how much pain it was just to sit there and do nothing? and be out of tune (which is not entirely my fault), and then wish that certain people in your section weren't there so you could play it all yourself? i realize, it's a bit selfish. but the second-best gods were tainting my pleasant and happy nature...ha! that's funny. as if i'm ever pleasant and happy at one time! now, i have much homework to do. but i'm stalling. just like yesterday. i had pizza for lunch today. and then for dinner. i'm probably going to wake up a pizza. then i'll write a book on it and call it "metuhmorfizsiz". people will reject me and my pizza exterior, i might even die when someone throws some sausage at me. it would get caught under a pepperoni and give me great pain. then i will be forgotten, and the ants will eat me. i wonder what it would be like to be an ent. i would very much like to be one. but mainly because they are trees. i love trees. except live oaks. i don't like the way they look. but i am supposed to love everything God makes...but i don't Love liveoaks...or mosquitos...or body odor. is it such a crime? i don't not think so...but i am not giving it much thought seeing as this is a RAMBLE! and RAMBLES! don't ever include much thought. when ever i feel afraid i hold my head erect and whistle a happy tune so no one will suspect i'm afraid. i'm not a very good whistler. i can do it at times, but at others i am at a loss for sound. i do NOT want to do my homework. but i know i'll have to do it sometime. i still have to read Quentin's section in the "noise and the frustration" and carl so plainly puts it. it is confusing so far. but interesting. i think i like it. but i'll probably have to know what's going on at sometime or another, and then i will HATE it. LOATHE it. DESPISE it. which reminds me of the hormel chili commercial. -what do you want for dinner dear? --how about some hormel chili? ---demand it! --hormel chili. i want you, i need you, i love you.

my mom just asked me if i had homework. busted i am.

it's blogger time!

in one day i was called retarded, dumb, and odd. i must say i fit those names perfectly. it all started when i told me mom that my dream in life was to become a "seat-filler" and to learn how to yodel. i feel that becoming a seat-filler would be an interesting task. learning how to yodel would be the final blessing to my wonderful life and i could die a happy person. later today i was iming my sister and i told her about the highlight of my yesterday. i have a habit of "sm"-ing words...you know...like, phone smone. it's a horrible annoying habit, but it brings me pleasure to see the weird looks people give me when i do it! yesterday i discovered that if you "sm" legal, your result is smegal. now, my sister sort of passed on a liking of the name "smeagol" to me, and i was overjoyed when i discovered it. i told my sister this and we came up with many words that passed the same result. my mom asked me what my sister had to say, and i explained to her what we were talking about. that is when she called me retarded.

BEWARE~the following section is the vent for my puffed up attitude. i feel that i am the best person in the world. if you feel that i am not, DO NOT tell me, for i want to think highly of myself forever! good day!~
having said that, i cooked dinner tonight. i don't usually do it (mostly because i hate it), but this time i didn't over cook the brocolli (it's a big step for me)!! not only did the dinner go well, i'm wearing my new jeans which give off positive energy and give me a big head. then the dentist people's postcard came saying it was time for my checkup, and it reminded me of the last dentist checkup i had. the dentist people had complimented my teeth several thousand times and said that they had never seen such clean teeth on someone who wear braces. seeing as how my braces are off, i began to think about how many compliments i will get now with nice straight teeth. right now, i'm walking on sunshine with my big head. i would make a perfect snobby princess. but now, i must do homework. if only i was royalty before 1600. i wouldn't be expected to do anything!

i can't get over my new jeans. they are so wonderful. usually, i'm not one to obsess over material items, but God certainly did a GREAT job on these jeans.

7 hours of school tomorrow. well, not really school. more like a dreadful time in which i will overplay my mouth and my out-of-tune reeds while i practice a musical for six hours and a one hour lunch break where we probably have to stay in the auditorium. seven hours in the auditorium! have you ever heard anything as horrible as that? so did you hear about the woman who was told she had breast cancer so they took off both of them. later she found out, she didn't have any cancer. i hope she sues those doctors. that's just crazy! :(

i feel i should stop and actually do something. sigh. i don't want to. and it's easy to do nothing. i can just ramble on and on and on about nothing until ten o'clock. i'll probably lose all use of my hands, but that's okay. i don't really need them. if i were in a war and i had to lose a limb, i would probably want to lose my leg. then i could get a prosthetic leg (is that spelled correctly?) and run a marathon then go on a talk show like montel or something. hey! maybe even on the wayne brady show! j/k. i think wayne brady is a character. sometimes, he can get annoying, but i think he accents drew carey's show "whose line is it anyway?" beautifully. that is a horribly funny show. there is something in men rolling about on the carpet pretend to be worms that just makes you think, "wow. this is so stupid it's hillarious!" and bellow out a big, hearty laugh. not a small laugh or giggle. those shouldn't even be allowed. big, hearty laughs are where it's at! snorting-i don't know. when someone snorts while laughing, it just makes you want to laugh some more. but when steve erkle laughs, it makes me want to turn myself into a ferret and dig a hole deep into the ground and never come out. and his pants! but i suppose, without steve erkle, it would be another full house...and we all know where that show went. i should probably go now. i need to read confusing books that frustrate me so the vein in my forehead can pop out and i can take a picture. you're a peach!...i'd rather be a pineapple. this is jo, signing off.

guess what i'm wearing!! NEW JEANS!! :) they are fitted, yet loose, they don't fall down (not much anyway), they are long, and comfy! i love them. (well why don't you marry them?) i think i will (.........).........

in my kitchen there are two candles by the names of mistletoe and berry bramble. they smell of holly and berry. so right now, my house smells of holly berry. ya get it? it's not funny...and if you don't get it, well, that sounds like a personal problem...btw hallie berry, holly berrie...
...............................(this is me giving you a crazy look)............................

-if i was to ask you, miss laurie smarty, there'd be a way to take you.
-oh there would? how would we get there?
-when i take you out tonight we me, honey, here's the way it's gonna be. you will set behind a rig with snow white horses in the finest rig ya ever see! chicks and ducks and geeses better scurry when i take you out in the surrey, when i take you out in the surrey with the fringe on top. watch that fringe and see how it flutters, when i drive them high-steppin' strutters. nosy folks will peep through their shutters and their eyes'll pop. the wheels are yellow, the upholstrys brown. the dashboard is genu-ine leather. with isen-glass curtains you can roll right down, in case there's a change in the weather. two birght side lights winkin' and blinkn'! ain't no finer rig, i a thinkin'! you can keep your rig if you thinkin' that i'd care to swap, that shiney little surrey with the fringe on the top.
-would you say the fringe was made of silk?
-wouldn't have no other kind but silk!
-has it really got a team of snow white horses?
-one 's like snow, the other 's more like milk. all the world will fly in a flurry, when i take you out in the surrey. when i take you out in the surrey with the fringe on top. when we hit that road hell for leather, cats and dogs will dance in the heather, birds and frogs will sing all together and the toads will hop! the wind will whistle as we rattle along, the cows moo will in the clover. the river will ripple out a whispered song, and whisper it over and over. don't you wish you'd go on forever. don't you wish you'd go on forever. don't you wish you'd go on forever. and it'd never stop in that shiney little surrey with the fringe on the top.

end song.

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i bought new jeans today. i think they are wonderful.

mary mary quite contrary
how does your garden grow?
with silver bells and cockle shells
and three pretty maids in a row.

andy andy quite the dandy
how does you candy cook?
with lots of sugar piled high
and a recipe found in a book!

amy amy lovely amy
does anything rhyme with your name?
i do not think there is a word
that sounds even remotely the same.

-joanna joanna you ate my banana!
i was saving that for my lunch!
-it was just sitting there, so lonely and bare!
so i decided to eat it for brunch!!

mike mike rides his bike
north, east, south, and west!
he likes to think that of all the boys
he rides his bike the best!

mr. hobo played the oboe
he liked to hear the sound.
when someone came near they ran away.
and sent on him, their hound.

before adam and eve ate from the tree of the knowledge of good and evil, they didn't know what bad reeds were. they didn't know that they change drastically with the weather. they also didn't know that the people who make them, might not make them all too well. but because they listened to that snake and ate that apple, we must have bad reeds. OH! THE HUMANITY!!!!!
it makes me wonder...did they also not know what pickles were? what if God told them to eat a pickle...would they know what to do? or mashed potatoes...yum!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

if pickle growed on trees, i'd grow a whole forest.
if mashed potatoes came from volcanoes, i'd live in hawaii.
if carrots came in boxes, they would fill my pantry.
if lamp shades shaded lamps...oh wait. they do...
if dogs were as small as mice, i'd have a whole cage full.

and so i'll leave you with this...if keyboards grew on the side of houses...(this is the part where you put in your own response)...

we are the grasshoppers! where's our food!!?!?!...[a bit later]......i die!...die!......die!.........die!............die!........diiie!

hay-low. i do not have anything to do at the moment. nope. not a thing. not...a... ... ... ... ... .. ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ...thing... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... .... ... . .. . .. . . . .. . . . .. ... .. ...... ..... .. .. . ... .. . . .. . . . ... . .. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .

it really bugs me when people complain about having to color in the lines. why not color in the lines? having coloring boundaries shows control of hand. also, if people can't color in the lines, what other kind of boundaries can't they stand? personal boundaries? territorial boundaries? emotional boundaries? laws or rules? if you ask me, the people who complain about the said line dilema may be dumb. they're probably trying to find something to rebel against (without success). any way, i say color in the lines. it looks better. stay in the play pen. you're safer there (plus there is that nice cushion at the bottom...how comfy!). and stay within the law. because you'll be miserable in jail if you don't.

can four people really go to jail for a long time just by being anti-social and menaces to society? i think not! but i suppose, seinfield must have ended somewhere...what a horribley funny show!

mmmm...noodles. although, i think there should be a ravioli noodle with just sauce in it. that way when you bite into the wonderful pasta, a delicious party of tomato and tomato by-products splash onto your tongue, dive between your teeth, slither down your throat. yum!!!!!

peanut butter jelly time!!!
it is so worth it...click here!!!

my baloney has a first name. it's o-s-c-a-r.
my baloney has a second name. it's m-a-y-e-r.
i like to eat it every day, and if you ask my why i'll say
"cause oscar mayer has a way with b-o-l-o-g-n-a!"

when you open a package of peanut butter crackers, and you find that there isn't any peanut butter in them, that's a cool feeling.
when you get into the shower to find out that there is no soap to be found, that's a cool feeling.
when you don't wear a jacket because it's 100 degrees outside, then you get to school and there is ice coming out of the vents, that's a cool feeling.
when you get to band class and you realize you don't have any playable reeds, that's a cool feeling.
and finally
when you're sleeping in your warm bed and somebody dumps a bucket of cold water and ice cubes on your head, that's a cool feeling.

MY TAKE OF THE "i love beans" SONG!!!
i love beanies yes i do. i love beanies how bout you? high in fibers, made from cotton! HEY! i hope your brain 's not rotten! i love beanies yes i do. i love beanies, woo woo woo!!!

girl scout cookie time! boo! oh wait...yay! i'm supposed grasp this oppurtunity to raise money for my girlscout troop. so, if you go to my school, and i'll see you this week, BUY SOME COOKIES FROM ME!!! they're really good!!

hey everybody. i am now boycotting hotmail. well actually i can't access my email account. so what do ya do when your first one doesn't work? GET A NEW ONE! so i did that but it didn't work either. so now i'm using yahoo. so, if i know you and you don't know my email address but want it so you can send me lame mail, you should probably type in "iatemadamesknibberry@yahoo.com" in the "TO:" area...

if i had a talking bird, i would teach it to sing the shirley temple song about animal crackers in her soup. every time someone would say cracker, the bird would have to sing that song.

polly wanna cracker? huh? huh? answer me bird! answer me!!!! i have a sarcastic ball...it's like a magic 8 ball, except the replies are sarcastic...that's my kind of magic ball that doesn't really tell the future!!! oh yeah!! so, steak fries or golden krinkles? my mom wants to know...you took too long! she chose the krinkles. that's a funny word...KRINKLE! and a weird name for a fried stick of potato. when i think of krinkle, i think of paper, foil, and all other flat substances that make noises when you smush it into a ball...not french fries...

a thought of inspiration (that is not really my own...i got it from GhostBusters2) "it makes you wonder, doesn't it?...if she (the statue of liberty) is naked under her toga...she's french. you know that don't you?"

and with that i will leave you to your own insane thoughts...flooga munkoles herboot-jimings!!!

i bet you're thinking, "What the hey?!?!" so am i...so...am...i......
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i would like to go to austin on march 4th or to san antonio on march 6th. really nice bands are playing in concert on those days. i already missed a concert in october due to a dumb homecoming football game...i would like to go to one of these. unfortunately, i had contests on those days...well, one contest and a concert. tis sad. oh well, i shall wait till i am older with no band-esque obligations.

if i were ever to critique an intense video game or a scary horror movie, i would probably say, "It made me sweat in places i didn't know it was possible!"

i don't agree with tostitos scoops. you scoop up all that pace picante sauce into the bowl-like chip, and crunch. but it's not crunchy enough because there is this puddle...no...ocean of sauce inside the cup. gross! maybe i'm using the wrong spice. maybe i should upgrade to salsa instead of "sauce."

today was not a particularly good day, but it wasn't bad either. it was blah. a blah day. i hope tomorrow there is some positive excitement in my day. maybe there won't be much homework to do...that would be nice...

i had to start over the whole blog thing. my old one was and is messed up. i think i'll put it in my links so i can look back and rememeber those crazy days.