Ice Cream Rocks

A lot. Especially egg nog flavour, or raspberry cheesecake. That makes me remember- we're having tuna casserole tonight. Not exactly ice cream flavour worthy, but I think it's pretty good. I don't know when I had tuna casserole last. Hmmm... Never mind. I find myself ranting again. Oh shucks. I've been trying to stop that. I guess Drama Camp didn't help on that front.

Guess what. I have two surprises for me. (or you, if you like reading about good things happening to other people.) WAIT!! Actually, 3. Surprises. Number one: In exactly 4 days, I am leaving this planet for EDMONTON! (that means 76 bucks to spend on junk at West Edmonton Mall) Exciting, huh? Number two: on Saturday, I'm leaving this planet to the waterslides! Yay! With my bro and former TA (don't ask) Number three: TOMORROW... I;m going to Birchwood Dairy! (note the title) All those fabulous surprises are very happy for me. And you, I guess.

Well, it's 6:48pm, and we haven't even attempted to consume this FABULOUS tuna casserole that yours truly has created. I can almost TASTE the- well- tuna-y flavour of this delicous dish!

Yum.

Drama Camp

I am perfectly cut out for Drama Camp. I'm dramatic, (not as much as my sis, though) and VERY intelligent. Haha. Last time I told people I was intelligent I spelled it wrong. That didn't make the best impression. I have been there for 3 days and counting, now. It's really fun. I enjoy it to the fullest. Most of all, it's only a half day. That's good, cause I don't like camp ALL darn day. TODAY we had PEACH juice and weird bars with dried grapes in them and carrots. I LOVE peach juice, and the bars were good... kind of...

Now I'm home though, and completly forgetting about ANY sort of camp. Just thinking about the $2.00 worth of candy that my mama bought for me today! Woo! (At the Clayburn Tea Shop, $2.00 buys you A LOT of candy.) I ate it all. And don't even feel sick at all! Good...

Summer is fun, but it can be BORING. Not that it's boring this week, with playing an old senior called Bertha in a play and all, but occasionally, it can get B-O-R-I-N-G. So, I check my MSN every 5 minutes and go to the washroom even though I don't have to go. So... now I have to go to the washroom! (for real this time.)

Don't have too much fun without me.

TODAY

I am utterly mortified to show to the public a post with the title TODAY. Alas, you probably need one of those at one point in your blogging career. I know I do. And furthermore, I should probably start telling ABOUT TODAY, note the title. Well, today...

I'm not that good at describing current events in a very hilarious way. Maybe I should just rely 100% on Junie B. Jones's sense of humor. I don't know. Maybe not. I think it would be too obvious that I used a fictional kindergartener's sense of humor. See, at this exact moment, I am SEARCHING my brain to find something quirky and funny all on it's own. It's not working, obviously. Well... TODAY. That's hard to expain when it's 8:30 in the morning and everyone is STILL in bed. Notice how everyone is ASLEEP when I find time to write? I'm an early riser and I fall asleep REALLY quickly. Really.

Why is it that I have to start a whole new paragraph to write about today? I thought I already did that, but of COURSE I completly miss the point and start ranting about complete other things. I hope you enjoy that kind of writing, because that's what you're gonna get. Ok, today. Well, as you can see, I've gotten up early to make breakfast for all my siblings. Probably just toast, because if I make anything else, then I'll probably end up burning it. I could even burn the toast. I could burn PUDDING if I wanted to. Then I'll pour some coffee for mom, and maybe (probably) pour some for myself, (mwa ha ha ha ha ha!) then lounge around the house with my teeth and hair unbrushed, still in my pajamas, and drinking 4 steaming mugfuls of caffinated coffee. The joys of summer.

UNLESS of course, some authority figure comes and yells at me to get dressed. (aka: mother) Actually, I usually lead my readers to believe that she is some sort of monster-alien creature, with yellow teeth and rancid meat chuncks coming out of them, and a temper like there is no tomorrow. She is not. Sorry, folks, for disappointing you like this.

I will probably (Hey! Notice how often I have used the word, 'probably' here. PLUS: I have 'probably' spelled it wrong EVERY SINGLE TIME!) end up going with plan A, because plan B doesn't have an ending yet. Yet. Ok, here is the ending. I end up getting dragged to someplace like... uh... Frank and Susie's Blissful Meat Shoppes! Woot woot!

You know what I think I should be able to do? I think we should be able to go BLUEBERRY PICKING. Oh yum. And for LUNCH, we could have CHICKEN ALFREDO PASTA! Oh... double yummers. And we could stay there all day, eating chicken alfredo and blueberries. Fab.

Summer is one of the best times of year. Because it is so HOT out. Mind you, 30 degrees is NOT good in MY books. The weather doesn't care about my books, though.

You know, my mom was reading my blogs, and they didn't sound AS funny as when I was writing them. Like, she kept a straight face the whole time, and so did I. I thought I was being hilarious, but then- like- it WASN'T funny! ~Sigh~

So be sure to laugh

A Little Note on Flossing

Ok, so here I am again. Sorry, but WHAT are you supposed to do at 9:00pm when everyone is asleep and YOU can't go to bed because you feel guilty about sleeping while you're babysitting. Don't think that I will be writing TWICE a day, because I'm not. I was just reading over what I have already written, and I see that I have been coming on too strongly, because... I just seemed harsh. I'm NOT going to apologize, though, so you can set your poor mind to rest knowing that I will NEVER apologize, no matter WHAT I've done to so offend you. Just so you know.

Now, as you can see quite clearly, the title of this post is 'A Little Note on Flossing'. I am going to now tell you ALL ABOUT flossing, to fullfill that. First. Don't follow my footsteps on the art of flossing. Follow my mom's. I NEVER floss, although I probably should, and probably will, after hearing this little story. You wanna hear it? I can just hear your moaning- waiting in suspense for what I am going to write. Okay, here it is.

Once upon a time, here in my house, a lady was brushing her pearly whites. (ok, they weren't pearly white. They were like, kind of yellow.) Then she started flossing. And she dug up out of the cavities in her tooth, and RANCID MEAT CHUNK! Yum! The end

I don't like rancid meat chunks. They are grossish. Ish. So, now the moran (sorry, moraL) of this story is... FLOSS EVERY DAY OTHERWISE YOU WILL GET LOTS OF RANCID MEAT CHUNKS IN YOUR TEETH! So... I'm off to go floss my PEARLY WHITES now. Bye.

Live long and prosper.

Meatloaf is Anything but Mundane

Ok, I have to say- I didn't come up with that title. My mom did. I am trying to be unique here, but that's hard to when you don't even know what 'mundane' means. For all you people like me here, mundane means ordinary. Unlike me. Or meatloaf. Come to think of it, neither are gumdrops. Not that I want to be compared to meatloaf. Please, compare me to a graceful rose or something lovely like that, and notice how I greatly out-grace that flower. Or out-something whatever amazing quality that something has. Notice my beauty, notice my elegance in my writing. Notice that I only have one paragraph so far. Wait- that's not a good thing, is it? My first post. Thus concludes the section in which where I elaborate upon how wonderful I am. Just so you know.

This, to me, is much better than writing a story. Because, writing a story ALWAYS takes SO DARN LONG. It is not FAIR to me and my poor attention-span to take more than 15 minutes to do something I do not enjoy. This is better. But please, don't expect some new post EVERY STINKING DAY. I am NOT that kind of person. Just expect maybe once every 3 days. Expect the worst, I always say. Actually, I never say that. I say lots of things, maybe too much.

Have you ever been on a motorcycle? I am asking this because a)I want to actually have at least one complete sentence here, and b)'cause I just wanna know! The thing is, you can be going about 20 kilometes per hour and feel like you're going 70. It's nice knowing you're not going to die if you crash. Although you'll get a gosh-darned burn on your thigh.

Just in case I become famous someday, (I'm NOT at all saying anything) I think maybe I should post some info about me. NOT personal information, because, as everyone knows, remember in kindergarten? STRANGER DANGER! Golly gee, I remember a lot of things from kindergarten. Like the months of the year song. January, February, March and April, May, June, July and August... I STILL use that song to remember what order those darned months are in. Anywho, info. Yes, info. Oke doke. My ABSOLUTE, INDEFINATE favourite colour is... GREEN! Woot woot! And... I love... (drumroll, please) uh, er... LOTS OF STUFF! Woo! School rocks, my bestest friends rock, I rock, (oh yeah, I'm DONE with bragging about my awesomeness) Games rock, (especially POKER, 'cause my besties TAUGHT me how!) I love to babysit...

HEY! Speaking of babysitting, I have been babysitting today! Lots! But only my siblings, thats fun too, but the novelty of that just isn't as exciting. I don't know why, I just can't put my gosh-darned finger on it. Plus, this one family I babysit for gives me LOTS of junkfood! My parents NEVER give me so much stuff that I have unexpected cramps in my gut for 4 weeks after! Hey! Hey! HEY! Ok, somehow writing mean things on the computer isn't as effective for getting things you want as yelling them so that the neighbours 5 houses down can hear. Stupid life.

Ok, I'm DONE with my first post. So... good riddance, fellow bloggers, and I hope you have nice lives. Live long and prosper. (Get it? From STAR TREK!)

Love me.