Moo, Shipoopi, and Shoopuf

Anime Invasion Plan: Phase 1

The Genius in Progress

You Have a Problem

Sorry this is late, but I have been really busy. As you have heard Patrick Suanda has been captured, and I would love to saw it was all my doing, but, my family (Penguin Police) did most of it.
My family still do not care at all in the Toast War, and the only reason that they got involved was because Patrick Suanda got what my family calls the X-Factor. They won't tell me what it is, but apparently they kidnapped Jasmine from the SSS and now have her in custody for the same reason. I am sorry Jasmine you have had to go through all of this.
My family put a tracer on everyone how signs into this blog, they can find where they are. Well, when Patrick Suanda got on, my family when and kidnapped him, and that is the story of how Patrick Suanda got captured.
Patrick will not tell us any information, although all my family cares about is the X-Factor. Also SSS agents tried to free Patrick, but were captured in the process.
Well that is all I have to say, so until I hear more.
Goodbye.
Aninimous

Lips Shut Tight

My silence will ruin everything
My speech not meant to be heard
My heart is to mourn quietly
As I watch the world fall around me

What can I do? I will be hindered either way
Stopped by those who hold my soul captive
And those who watch me every day.

I want to fight, I want to try
But I know I will fail in the end

I always fail in the end

With lips shut tight
I resign myself to my fate
For I can not do what I must
And there is nothing I can change



No this is not the anonymous poster who has posted the incredible poems of late. This is merely a person who chooses to stay hidden from the public eye. At least, for now.

Moo, Shipoopi, and Shoopuf

Arr... Inconceivable. ....Huh? What does inconceivable even mean? I just say whenever I am slightly irritated, because you know, I like to sound smart. Um... Oh! Inconceivable means hard to believe... Basically like saying "Wow! Unbelievable!" Aren't you proud of me, guys? I looked up a word and can say it knowing the definition!

Anyways, I know this is pretty random, and it's not the normal poetry I submit, but... Have you guys been a little out of it lately? It's kind of... The atmosphere of the esteemed (ooh, dictionary, dictionary...) (ah, right word!) is somewhat different than before... Oh, Moo is crying!! Okay, this post is intended to be a lifter of spirits! To get you guys back in gear! ... Gee, don't I sound important? Heh! So... If you do not wish to listen to my cheesy, geeky randomness, I command you... STOP READING!!! Or else I will send my flying monkeys after you.

Still here? Aww! Moo is touched! Let's see now....
Dear Sister: I need a haircut! It's gotten so long to the point that it touches the back of my shirt collar! Yeah! It's goes down my neck! It's gotten so long to the point that I can put it in a ponytail! It's gotten so long to the point that my friends persist (DICTIONARY!!!) (hmm... no) REPHRASE!! It's gotten so long to the point that my friends continually insist on touching my head (actually, it's. not. so. bad!! [insert smiley face]) Please cut my hair, sister! Have you seen the other guys that were involved in the play? Yeah, they cut their hair!! Ahh! Cut my hair! Cut it now! Hm... That DOES sound weird coming out of my mouth... Huh? Yes, I am still going to get it cut. Huh? Don't you talk to me that way! You did NOT become one of my consciences by yelling at me this way. Ahem! Good conscience! Bad conscience is interrupting in my good cause and...! (you get the point)

STILL STILL here? Waowww. Moo is stupefied. Moo is.... confused! Moo is... MOO IS...! (paff! (a sound Moo makes when he collapses on the ground))

Ah hello! I suppose I shall step in for Moo... This is Otdom's (yes, Moo is not his real name, he just uses it to be funny, well, HA-HA.) devil spirit; his BAD conscience. I tell him he's weak, that he's too skinny (I can see his ^&^&*^*%%% (yes, as the bad conscience, it is my JOB to swear) ribs!), that his butt is too flat, that his eyes are too small, that he has no talents, that he deserves to be alone, etc. Whew! What a busy job I have, eh?

Hmm? Hey! Devil Otdommy! As nicely and politely as I can: GET TEH HEAVEN OUT!! This, my dear friends, is I, Angel Otdommy. Yes, you are most likely wondering why I am adding the -my after Otdom. Well, 'tis the name his sisters sometimes call him. It makes him sound innocent, right? Well, that's the whole point. It is MY job to make him feel better. I heal him (oh, I bet he likes that one; it reminds him of a video game). I tell him that there IS hope... It is also my job (ooh, I like this one) to shoot Devil Otdommy in this face or heart with a gun. In other words (no, unfortunately, I do not get to literally shoot him), I try as hard as I can to shut out Devil Otdommy in Otdom's time of stress.

Well now, since Otdom is still passed out on the ground (he may be like that for a while), I think that we (his angel and devil consciences) will move him to his bed and turn on some music for him. Yes, we know he is supposed to do his homework, but... the poor boy! He accidentally thought that it was already morning and that he had to get up for school (because it was 7 in the evening, and the sky looked like morning). See? Let him be. He is warring amongst himself (another video game reference to him and he likes the term). We know he intended to be as geeky, cheesy, and as random as possible, but you see, that comes from his desire. His desire to exist to make people happy. Silly, I know. Please think about what you say, Devil Otdommy. Anyways, yes, he has assumed that something is wrong with the posters of this blog, but we assure you, it comes out of good intention. We shall let him rest. We believe he has shutdown his systems due to stress (and possible lack of sleep (as we are sure most of you have noticed in school)). We are sorry for his silliness, he's just lonely. Let him have his fun, as it seems he does not get enough at home. We are sorry if he is annoying. Forgive him, as hard as it is to do. Forgive him.

Now then, we are truly sorry for this horrendously (Hmm... Angel Otdommy is that word correctly used? Yes.) long blog post. Otdom threw his thoughts out there. Farewell! And we thank you for being so kind to him!
-Angel and Devil Otdommy

26 Ways to Fail

Keeping with short posts.... The SSS kidnapped me.. AGAIN. Idiots, I was supposedly working for you but now that is toast. So I'm writing from a jail cell.

Jasmine Crespo

Lucky 13

I am so busy. You will stop reading this now, because I am no longer writing anything.

Peter Rosen

You Have a Problem

Sorry this is short, but I have a plane to catch in 2 minutes.
Patrick Suanda was captured.
Yes this is great news but I have to go.
1 minute 43 seconds left
Okay, bye
Aninimous
1 minute 37 seconds

Oooooklahoma (singing)

CONGRATULATIONS to all in Oklahoma! It was a great show.

26 Ways to Fail

Sorry... way too late. Way too hyper.(as far as you know). Como yo? I don't know. So....

Happy St. Patrick's Day!

♣ ♣ ♣ ♣ ♣ ♣ ♣ ♣ ♣ ♣ ♣ ♣

(Number lock on alt+5)

Jasmine Crespo

Jasmine Crespo

Moo, Shipoopi, and Shoopuf

I found a poem! Ahem!

"Thinking of you, wherever you are,

We pray for our sorrows to end,
and hope that our hearts will blend.
Now I will step forward to realise this wish.

And who knows:
starting a new journey may not be so hard
or maybe it has already begun.

There are many worlds,
but they share the same sky-
one sky, one destiny."

Kingdom Hearts, anyone? 83

-Mr. O, AKA Otdomasaurus, AKA Moo, AKA Otdom

Lucky 13

I am so busy. So very busy. Hmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm.

I'm still not sure what to say, so I guess that will be all.

Peter Rosen

Moo, Shipoopi, and Shoopuf

The story begins during the stage of growth and hidden strength. Underneath the cherry blossoms, our heroine is vied for. Her warm spirit is adored by many, she is seen as the 'natural type.' She is both dense and clever. The first one she is, to ever come upon their fortunate lives. Just for her, they give their adoration, though for different reasons. Simple attraction, the urge to get close to her, the kindness she shows, the desire to protect her, the motivation to paint her into a picture... all the more reason to like her.
Will you be coming today? We would like to show her to you! Our pride and joy! Daddy's daughter! The door connecting us and the world... The reason for Daddy's recent capriciousness... The one who likes my bunny! The one we all love...

You Have a Problem

Hello and if you haven't guessed, which you probably haven't this is Patrick Suanda.

Well some quick announcements, yes even I have some.

I have also taken Italy, and most of Thailand.

Also I would like to "thank" Peter for the fruit plate. I think you know what I mean. I haven't tried the chocolate, but if it was anything like the rest of the plate, I am sure that it was great. Thanks for trying it Jasmine.

My question is now for Peter.

I know that you are an evil genius, Steven commends you on some things but obviously doesn't tell me. If you are an evil genius, why don't you help me. One evil genius helps another. Just think about it, Steven has the right idea.

Just for the fun of it, I am going to tell everyone wear is the next place I am going to take over. The next place I am taking over (this does not include France) is Chi ...

The Spider

I scurry at the shadowy hour

Across your bedroom wall

Onto the floor where your dog cowers

And into a corner I crawl

I have eight legs, spindly and hairy

That twitch at every sound

A huge, hairy butt, an egg sack I carry

And glossy eyes that stare at the ground

I spin a web made of silk strands

That I can call my own home

Then sway onto you small clock’s hands

And towards the ceiling I come

I crawl above to where you sleep

And drop onto your cushy bed

Wander forward for a little peek

And walk onto your head

You wake with a start and deafen me

With shrieks that make me sore

Throw me onto the floor violently

Where I find refuge under the door

When I come out the next dark night

You await me at the floor mat

Raise a book above me, out of sight

And before I know it,

SPLAT!

I found this poem in my poetry folder from seventh grade. Seventh Grade! I remember those days, when I used to find spiders everywhere in my room and I was always scared that one would fall on me when I was sleeping. I still see spiders now but not as much as I did then, when my house still had our old carpet. I think I wrote this for the sole purpose of mocking spiders, so that maybe it would make them less scary. It didn't, but that's not the point. The point is....what is the point? I guess there isn't really one, but I hope that you enjoyed the poem nonetheless!

-Alison

26 Ways to Fail

Okay I'm sorry I haven't been on a computer for a week guys. It was some random thing that the SSS kidnapped me, like they did Peter and Santa, for some random reason. Actually, I think it was more of a whim then a random reason. Sorry that I'm not doing a letter today but I'll double up on it on Thursday... Maybe. There are some announcements: (Well everything has announcements so why not this post?) Oklahoma! is playing on Wednesday, Thursday ,and Friday here at HJH at 7:00.... Speaking of times, daylight savings time happened! Well for all of you who haven't noticed already. This reminded me of someone's evil plan to slowly change the times on all satellites by a minute so that gradually the worlds clocks would be wrong and mess with everyone's head. Or something like that, I can't really remember now. Oh yes, today was Pi Day! I don't really know what it is since it wasn't my math class but go with it. 3.141592654.... and other numbers. Now more on my kidnapping...

It was cold... very cold... until Patrick Suanda brought me some hot chocolate... which was nice. I asked him who gave him the hot chocolate and he said his mother. I said that was so nice of her, and it was so nice of him to give me the hot chocolate. Though I'm pretty sure it was posioned.... It was on Thursday so any of you who saw me on Thursday, that was why I was super hyper. It must have been iokane (sorry for spelling) powder, good thing I have build up an immunity. MWA HA HA AH HA HAha ah.................................... *************************************************************************************

Darn.

Jasmine Crespo

Battle of Wits - Princess Bride by bintbaddi

Lucky 13

I'll just launch right in. Patrick Suanda is planning to...

We regret to inform you that the SSS has once again taken Peter captive.

Ha! Eat blueberries, you fiend! You thought I was knocked out, didn't you? And for the rest of you, I didn't install the bowling trap for nothing!

Sorry about that. I had to deal with some pesky SSS agents. Anyway, I have been finding numerous SSS reference to "Mongolia falls on March 18." They were widely distributed, but not well disguised. I think the real message is...France on March 23rd. The word "falls" starts with F-A and ends with a "s" sound or "ce". Therefore, France is the country. There are also twenty-three characters in every message. The month will obviously be March (the SSS wouldn't slow down, even to trick us), but the day is either the 23rd or the 27th (this includes spaces). We should assume it's the 23rd to be safe, and keep agents in France and Mongolia until the SSS strikes again.

Well, that's the latest updates.

Peter Rosen

P.S. I sent Patrick Suanda a fruit plate and some hot chocolate mix.

You Have a Problem

Peter what was it!!! I need to know what you know to stop Patrick Suanda. I have nothing and in the meantime, Patrick has taken over Cyprus and the Arctic. Please Peter tell me.

Oh sorry about that, I have been distressed lately and am getting nowhere. Well, I am sorry for nothing good to report, butI am trying to find something to stop. Well I will leave with a quote. f

"It is Dr. Pork Chop!"

"It is evil Dr. Pork Chop to you." Toy Story 3.

Aninimous

26 Ways To Fail

Ok, I know it is really super-duper late, so since the last 26 Ways to Fail was long, I'll make this one short. What's the letter? Ah, yes, K. First things I think of. Kangaroos. And koala bears. Hmmm, here is a challenge. Make a list of 26 things that start with K. GO!

You are Not Alone

Dearest Blog Entries,

I read you. And laugh - and grin- and roll my eyes in the best possible way. But I missed something. This poem to be specific. It seems to be anonymous, so my comment is to draw attention to your work. Well done. Write on.

http://honors9th.blogspot.com/2011/02/i-just-want-to-be-loved.html

Ms. L

Excuse Note

Please excuse the tardy user of my alarm function for not doing as he was supposed to when i ceaselessly beeped. I was under the belief that the use of an alarm would envoke the act of waking up. He proved me so very wrong.
Signed,
The Alarm Clock

Will Matthews

Lucky 13

I said I had much to tell last week, and that was indeed true. I do have a little bit of time to tell it, so I'll try to make this as quick as possible. Patrick Suanda is up to no good (and that's not good. The universe is imploding, and that's not good). Which brings me to an interesting question. Can the universe explode?

Oh. Sorry. Patrick Suanda. He appears to have been planning something. His plans were...

No! Don't eat those blueberries! Please don't! Get away from those! DON'T EAT THE BLUEBERRIES! THOSE ARE NOT FOR...BOOM!

Sorry about that. I was trying to get funding for more scientific experiments. I was talking to a potential investor before I stepped into here. I don't think he will invest any money.

Back to Patrick Suanda. Oh dear, I have run out of time.

Peter Rosen

Excuse Note- Dallas Anderson

Dear Doctor (and teachers),

You can probably tell that my right arm is broken, my left wrist is sprained, my neck is swollen, my right ankle is fractured, etc. It's all part of my wrestling obsession. You see, last night was Monday Night Raw, and I was pumped up as ever for it. I was standing up the whole night, watching John Cena and the others beat the tar out of each other. All of a sudden, my brother kicks me for no reason. Then it gets serious. Here we go; one on one with each other. We're beating each other up, using WWE finishers and feeling in the moment like the superstars do. Then, my little brother picked up a sledgehammer, and slammed it into my ankle, causing me to fall down onto my leg. We stopped wrestling, but picked up the Smackdown vs. Raw 2010 video game and started playing that. At the end of our first match, I pinned him (because I ALWAYS win), and he chucked his controller at my arm.

Please excuse me from all my work, as I have some unfinished business to attend to...

Sincerely,

Dallas Anderson

Excuse note- Madelin Crapo- Period 1
Dear cell phone,
I am sorry I did not text you today. You see, I broke both of my hands. I was waiting at the TRAX station when I tripped over a lone hobo. Right when I fell, a train came rushing by and over my hands. When I realized what had happened, I went into a panic. Someone called an ambulance and I passed out. I woke up in a white hospital room with a beeping sound echoing in my brain. I am sorry about this unfortunate event. I promise to text twice as much on you when I return.
Sincerely,
Madelin

Moo, Shipoopi, and Shoopuf

Sigh... Time to find something else to do... Sniff.... You see, I just finished watching a certain anime... Now I wish there was more!! I can always read the original manga! It is good! The thing is, however, that I can only read it online (unless I ninja myself a new library card) and it is kind of uncomfortable. Having to resize the page and then scroll down slowly.... It takes longer to read!! Oh well... Then again, the manga IS in fact, longer (at least, I THINK). Hm. See? This is what I have to do if I am not playing video games.

Teh Excuse Note!!!

Dear Teacher!!!
Please excuse me from school because my alarm clock attacked me. I tried to fight it off, but the blankets betrayed me with their extreme comfort. The pillows would not let me go, so I tossed and turned. The sun began to rise, and the war continued. I'm sorry, I tried! I guess I'm stuck in bed. Oh well.
-Sergeant O. (Otdom Polson) of period 1

Excuse Note by: Tessa Yates

Dear Hillcrest Jr. High School,

Please excuse Tessa for not having her homework assignment for her foods class. She was too concentrated in the assignment to feed me last night and I found myself dying with hunger. It was delicious.

Thank you,

Riley (Tessa's dog)

Excuses

Dear Teacher of choice,

Please excuse Savid from his homework for the rest of his life, he broke his wrist, and his hand, on the other wrist, has a rash, so he can't pick up or hold any sort of writing device. I am a real doctor, so if i say he broke his hand on Live, he did.

Savid Acuna

I mean Dr. Desking

James Cosgrove

Please excuse my personal slave from school on friday, the 28th of January. I have required him that he should stay home on this special day to pet me, scrach that one spot behind my ear I can't get, feed me all day, and give me all the catnip he could possibly find. Why is this day special you ask? Why, it is because I say it is I have chosen this family as my servent, and they are greatful. I am the master of this household, and eventully the world. You may give him his work for today, but know he missed school to serve the greatest organism alive.
- Cat, The Future Ruler of the World

Isaac Erekson

Dear Princess
Please excuse Marios absence, he is buisy trying to find the right castle. We have recived many compliants from the Koopa because of a plumber sneaking through their pipes, jumping on their heads then stealing all of their coins and mushrooms.

My excuse note. Zoe Brinton. Period 5

Dear Hillcrest Jr. High,

I am so very sorry for my increasing record of skipping school. My family farm has seriously gone crazy. Pigs have been flying everywhere in every direction. And worst of very all, everyone has been affected with the terrible case of Chicken Pox and Mad Cow Disease. Oh Lord, it's been a week. Ma and Pa are squaking like geese and I can't deal with it. So every apology.

Love,

A very loyal student.

P.S... When can I make up that test??

Ciera

Excuse Note by Brynn Hall

Dear Hillcrest Junior High,

Please excuse Brynn's tardy from school today, it was not her fault I was red. Cars come and go but no car never stays for more then two minutes. When I saw Brynn's shiny, sleek, black car roll onto the pavement, I just knew I had to beg her to stay. I turned yellow, then red when she pulled up, and she came to a stop. I stayed red for three minutes total, but I could tell she did not want to stay with me. So, I let her go. Like I do with many cars a day. I take full responsibility for her tardy. If only I would have just stayed green for one more second, she would have been to school on time, and I wouldn't be so disappointed. Please, if you are going to punish anyone, punish me.

Sincerely,

The Stoplight

Excuse note by Blake Harsh

Please excuse Blake Harsh from being late to his first period. He worked really hard on his homework last night so when me and the rest of the flying monkeys took his homework, he was not happy. So that smart aleck grabbed onto my tail, so of course I had to try to drop him into a huge pit of lava. After he refused to let go we dropped him off here.

Sincerely,
The Flying Monkeys

You Have a Problem

Hello and welcome to You Have a Problem.

I have found out what has happened to the plane that disintegrated over Sri Lanka. Apparently, there was a disentevaporator on the plane and that went off and the plane was disentevaporated.

Onto other news, the anti-SSS have captured 23 more agents. We found them trashing toasters in alleyways.

Well, onto some other (other) news. I hate that it snowed today. I was so ready for spring, and then this happened. Worse than that, my neighbors the Fredricksons kept pelting me with snowballs. I hate the SNOW!!!! I have vowed my revenge on the Fredricksons. I just don't know how. Anyone, I need ideas. I need to make my neighbors pay once and for all. Please help me.

Aninimous

P.S. If you haven't guessed yet, I can't throw a snowball to save my life.

Excuse Note by Yvonne Wu

Dear Ms. Lafortune.
Please excuse Yvonne from not turning in her assignment. She really did it, I promise, I watched her work on it while I kept asking her to throw the ball to me. After she left though, she left the ball on the paper, and I tried getting it, and before you know it. I took a huge chomp out of it, but no need to worry, tasted like a straight A(: It won't ever happen again, well as long as she doesn't leave my ball somehwere with her homework.

Your Best Friend,

The dog who ate her homework.

Excuse Convo-Alysann Flower

"No, no, no mom! I can't go!" Why not? "I.. I.. I have too much homework." You can do it later... "Wait! Did I say I have homework, I meant I'm really sick *cough* *couch*." You are not sick you dont have a fever. "I never said I was sick I meant I want to stay home and clean..." So let me get this right; you want to stay home and clean? "Ya, ya that's it." What are you going to clean? "O nothing just um, the cookie jar!" :)
A convo between a mom and her son

Excuse Note- Kelsey Ross P. 5

Dear Parental Authority:

I am so terribly sorry to have missed the delicious "Veggie Spaghetti" last night. I did not mean to hurt you by going to a wild party at my friends house instead. I would never "purposely" miss dinner with my amazing family that gets along so well. I cried myself to sleep with shame last night.

Love,
Kelsey

P.S. The party was great! :D

The Click

Hello anyone who cares to read this post that is completely and totally unrelated to ruling the world or toast (to those of you who just stopped reading, I will find you and murder you in your sleep). Today I want to share my thoughts on what you could call love, but I define it slightly differently. To start off with, I would like you to just think about how many songs, poems, movies, TV shows, quotes, etc. are centered around "love". As you can see, there are quite a few in this day and age (there are also just as many about heartbreak and disappointment, but they are fairly irrelevant to my topic). Many people (actually every person that I know that have shared their ideas of love to me) believe that they are searching for love. I however don't think this to be completely true.

What I think everyone on this good Earth is really searching for is what I call the click. The click is just as simple as it sounds, so don't stress over it too much. The click is what a person finds when something in them reacts, in a good way, to a certain person or thing. Well isn't that love you ask? When speaking of love in the way that millions of people through time have spoke of it, not necessarily. I will use my aunt as an example. She is 48 years old, and as far as I know, hasn't dated as long as I've been alive (perhaps longer, but it's not like I can just talk to her face to face whenever I want). And before you get any ideas of a sullen, ill-tempered witch, you need to know that she is the happiest and spunkiest person in my life. Her click so far isn't with another person, it's with her family and her work. (Please excuse me as I don't think I clarified this, I'm not saying there is no such thing as love. I'm just saying that there is a certain connection that may or may not be broken, or enlarged. I'm pretty much saying that the click is an important process if you ever want to love someone.) Ok, I lost my train of thought.

Have a good day/night/whatever time it is,
Marisa B.

Excuse Note-Kylee Call-Period 1

To whom it may concern:

Please excuse Kylee Call for her Tardy this morning. My lucious soft warm feather down was no match for that annoying & pathetic thing that calls itself an alarm clock. The darling couldn't take her head off me. Dont worry though I am now participating in an early morning Yoga class and will be waking up every morning wither her.

Sincerely,
The Best Purple Pillow Ever

Excuse Note - Brianne Johnson

Dear Hillcrest Junior High,

This is Dr. Berg from Berg's dentistry excusing Brianne Johnson from school today. I'm terribly sorry that our scheduling conflicted with her school activities. I'm sure she was just dying to flunk her math test, be lectured on the water cycle in science, and be bored to tears by the her notes in Spanish.She hauls herself out of bed at the crack of dawn and drags herself from class to class just so she may drown herself in the misery. Brianne, I'm sure, is dying because she missed out on all the exhilarating experiences school has to offer. She will snap right back to work with a smile on her face, and bounce in her step. Again, terribly sorry for the inconvenience.

Sincerely,

Dr. Gerald Berg

Excuse Note-Stephanie Johnson

Dear Ms. LaFortune,
I know that I constantly ask for an excuse on my late assignments, but this time it's vital. I have a deadly condition entitled Non-Workaholic. If I go against this condition and expend any energy whatsoever, my health will be on the line. How does one survive without working, you may ask. Well, with my intense condition, I avoid all type of writing and doing essays as much as possible.

Sincerely,
Stephanie Johnson

Dear Mr. Stickman, Xander Summers Period 6

I apologize for messing up your eyes so you are always mad. I am also very sorry that I did not give yoiu muscular arms to impress that one girl with the triangle dress. I would have made you better if I could have erased your short, stubby, skinny arms. Maybe if you were luckier I would have given you hands instead of the transparent circles that you have now. I want you to also forgive me for not giving you feet, it must be very hard to walk without them. Those stubby legs must be embarrassing. Don't even ask me why I did what I did, blame the hand that controlled me, that stupid chubby little hand. Also sorry I didn't give you a mouth.

Sincerely,
The #2 Pencil

P.S. Good luck with the triangle dress girl, hey maybe you guys have a lot in common for example you both have stubby legs.

Alex Crowell- Excuse Note

Dear Hillcrest Junior High,

I am extremely sorry to hear that your school has had an outbreak of intensive Bieber Fever. I, Justin Bieber, am taking full accountablity for this situation. It is not these young ladies fault that I'm so incredibly gorgeous and my hair flips in slow motion. It is not their fault that they think my songs are secretly written to each one of them, it is a side effect of the B-Fever. I apologize, so please exuse these ladies from their rabid behavior and I take full responsiblity for each outbreak and outburst.

- JB

Exuse Note - Brennan Clayton

Dear Ms. Lafortune,

I am so sorry Tristan couldn't get his work done today. I just kept breaking because i just absolutely LOVE to be sharpened. It is the best feeling i the world! To feel so fresh after being unwillfully and horribly dulled by a piece of paper. I just can't stand being so dull, so i just had to break. I am so very terribly sorry.

Sincerely,

The Pencil

P.S. - I am also sorry for all the noise and disruption that Tristan caused trying to sharpen me.

Extra Credit Excuse Letter by Blake Brockbank

Dear Utah,
I'm sorry for what I have done, but i don't regret it. I'm sorry for being so dang awesome that you can't handle it. I'm sorry for being so awesome that I get paid millions of dollars to be injured. If I ever played, I might just dominate so much that I came to the conclusion that I should injure myself for the good of the league. Many people hate me and I don't understand why. I always look my best in my suit on the bench because I am just too awesome to actually play. I sat there and made more money than any other players on the team who actually played. There is a reason I made a bunch of money, it is because I am just so awesome. I am sorry for being so awesome, but too bad for you because I am off to warm up the bench in my nice suit over in Chicago.
Sincerely,
Carlos Boozer

Excuse Note McKenzie Stauffer

Dear Hillcrest Jr. High School,
Please excuse all of the girl students and most of the female teachers. For when they heard that I was going to go boating at Lake Powell they just had to come and see me. Well who could blame them with my stunning looks and rock hard abs? These girls couldn't resist the chance to come and drool and scream over me. I sure hope that you understand:).
Love,
Brad Pitt

My Excuse Note- By: Dana Soweidan

Please excuse Dana Soweidan from school and her previous assignment for when she woke up she found a gorilla eating her homework, so she ran after the gorilla. When she finally reached him the gorilla was handing the backpack to a zebra. Then suddenly an elephant comes out of no where and sprays Dana's backpack with mud and water. As if it couldn't get damaged enough, a cheetah comes, takes the backpack, and runs away. So that's why Dana did not come to school or do her work,
Sincerely,
Dana's Mom, Layal

Peter Rosen Excuse Note

To Whom it May Concern:
Please excuse Steven from school today. His quest for world domination requires him to stay in his top secret lab. Do not be alarmed if government agents request see him. Simply give them the enclosed pieces of chocolate and send them to the address on the map (also enclosed).
If mysterious agents inquire about toast, tell them that Steven is, in fact, a member of the SSS. Then tell them that they will never win and laugh maniacally. If penguins walk into your classroom, call (000) 000-0000 and tell the automatic message that the penguin police are onto him.

Signed,

[Random Scribbles]

26 Ways To Fail

HI
Bonjour everyone! This is not Jasmine, nope, this is Molly. Sadly Jasmine could not make it to the computer tonight so I am filling in for her. H and I are the letters for today because Jasmine failed to post last time too. Seriously, what is up with all the short posts? Let's get some content in these things!
So, since h and i can make a word, I'll start with that word. Hi! Yes, hi. I know that it's kind of lame but it is the best I could think of in this short time span. Hi is a great way to greet someone when you aren't feeling like a teenager (Hey) or a proper adult (Hello). Hi is also in many words in our dictionary, including high, amphibian, child, and many more words that I don't feel like copying and pasting. Now if you want to break up the letters, I can create a few more stuff.
H
Hmm, since Jasmine did Harry Potter last time I will do hypnotism. I'm personally in to hypnotism and all that fun stuff. Few people actually believe in it or are susceptible to it, but I will use my family as an example. My mother said my youngest mother would be most susceptible to it, my second brother probably wouldn't be affected and I was a mystery. Thanks mom for giving me a straight-forward answer as usual. There are multiple ways to hypnotize a person, including clocks, voices, and this funny picture below!














Beautiful, isn't it? Of course, this is more of an optical illusion, which will be discussed below.
I
Optical illusions are fun to look at, so instead of me droning on about them, here are a few.

























So here is 26 Ways To Fail. This is Molly Annott Rinson, signing off.

Moo, Shipoopi, and Shoopuf

(sigh) Where are you...? I am looking for you... Where did you go...? You left your body behind again! Please come back... The body doesn't know what to do with itself, and the brain is just plain hopeless. The notorious wooden desk has haunted the poor abandoned body with "hugs"... Please help... No one else is allowed to revive this morbid animated object... No one else can pull the strings. Your goofiness and confidence (though it may be very small) is needed! Come on! You've cheered up many other people (miraculously). You have another job! You know very darn well that you can't get fired from this never-ending job! You can change form as much as you want, but you need to do your job! You aren't going to get paid if you stray like that! Stay here, where you belong. Your body needs help... Your soul needs help... Please come back and pull the tangled strings of this lifeless puppet...

Lucky 13

In keeping with the tradition of short posts, um... Goodbye for now.

Peter Rosen

You Have a Problem

Sorry that this is really late, but I forgot about this until now.

Inform you on the new developments on Tuesday.

Aninimous

26 Ways to Fail

Sorry I failed and didn't post yesterday. >:) was supposed to cover me but it failed. Sorry.

Jasmine Crespo

Where Are You??

Ok, since no one has posted in two days *cough cough* GET POSTING *cough cough* I will post something that I was planning to write about before I quit the columns. (Long story, if you want to know more, go to my second post. Though it doesn't really tell you much either.) Let's see how this goes.
Oreos
Oreos. Oreos are the most wonderful thing in the world, well, it's probably tied with Reese's peanut butter cups, but that's a whole different story, so I will focus on Oreos. I'm sure most of you have heard that oreos are milks best friend, and while this may be true, it is true in more than one respect. Oreos go good with milk, ice cream, yogurt, and other milk products that I can not think of off the top of my head. Other non-milk products that I CAN think of are strawberries, reese's (yum) and breakfast. I know breakfast isn't really a food, but I'll keep it anyway. There is also a great skill required if you are to eat oreos the "cool" way. You must be able to twist the oreo and leave the white filling undisturbed. It took my years, but I finally mastered the art. (Look! A hyperbole!) Twisting the oreo just the right way is difficult though, but if you want to eat it normally, I guess it doesn't really matter.
So let's do some editing and see if I can find the right shade. Never tried this before.
YEAH! It is the right one. I feel like a ninja. I don't have a super secret message, besides maybe CAKE! Jasmine, you know what I'm talking about. As should you Alison, Marisa, Melissa, and anyone else that is to be at Jasmine's party. If you don't, well then you really are just an idiot. Don't mean to be mean but that's just me. LOOK! A RHYME!
So there is my ridiculously short post once again. After several months, I'm sure nobody missed it but oh well. Maybe it will motivate you people to POST! Thank you. That is all.

Taylor Tomlinson (Allys, Tally, Tanya, etc. I don't have a nicknames post so there is a few :3)

Lucky 13

It is late and I have much to tell, but no time to tell it.

Good Night.

Peter Rosen

Finally.

Ehem. Well. I just have to announce that finally, i have had my first victory, with many more to come. Madagascar is mine, and you should all fear me.
Anyone wish to guess my method? You should be trembling in your mukluks.
It was a short and fiery battle, and now i rule the island. Now, you may not think this is a great accomplishment, but it has the clues to another island...
No ninny-mouse, not that one.
>:D

Moo, Shipoopi, and Shoopuf

-From the desk of Mr. O,
Goodbye. May you be swept away suddenly in a whirlwind. I sing gleefully in your absence. I sing songs peacefully and without a care. Fly away. Don't die, but fly away. Come back when I am ready. Grow wings, jump off a cliff, it matters not, but let me live, I ask you! If only you were clever enough to put on a disguise. A disguise not to fool my eyes, but to please them. We jump around hand in hand dancing. We are happy if you leave. We may even tighten our grip of friendship. Please, we love you, secretly, deep down, somewhat, at least slightly. Wipe that tear off your face. Here's a tissue. Bon voyage, and let us party! La la laaa! We don't miss you! Goodbye! Have a safe trip! We won't actually forget you! Cheers!










To: Homework

You Have a Problem

Hello and welcome to You Have a Problem.

I want to depart from the SSS idea for a second and move onto something else.

Have you ever had a time where you have to be somewhere (I am going to use a recital as an example) and you are told to be there 10-15 minutes early. Say the recital is at 3:00 and at 2:00 your parent tells you that it is time to go. Well, the place isn't to far away, so you protest saying that it is too early, but they take you anyway. There ends up to be no traffic on the road and get there in 10 minutes. Well, you have nowhere to go and don't want to wait in the lobby of the place, so you go inside and listen to the other recitals, that you have no desire whatsoever to hear, and have to listen to those for 45 minutes. Well this hypothetical situation would be absolutely horrible for me, but of course this is hypothetical.

Well that was my little rant.

Well, that is all for...

Wait

Wait

What is this?

I have just been informed that Patrick Suanda has destroyed all toast in Sri Lanka!!!!

Wait, Sri Lanka?

Wait, the tiny thing?

Oh, Oh, well apparently a plane was flying above that was delivering a lot of toast and toast related products to China, but the plane was destroyed. I am not sure what has happened, but I am told it seemed to just disintegrate.

Well, now I think that is all...

What now?

Oh my dinner is ready.

Ok then

Goodbye

Aninimous

26 Ways to Fail

Sorry if you haven't caught the error yet but q comes before f. My apologies. Today is G. So let's do good grades. In Spanish we did a reflection about our video project. So here is my reflection with the commentary. I hope you see the funny part of it. (comments in **)

Reflection

For one week in Spanish class, I got to be a director. I cast my friends in "DJ AVAA Studio's production of Subject Pronouns. I had Dany, Amanda, Allie, Vanessa, and Alison in my group. The week was filled with deadlines and lack of sleep. *Sorry* Well, at least the last day. We worked hard on our video and worked together well.

What I personally did was I was the technical producer and editor. I recorded all of the voice clips, supplied the camera and spent 7 hours *wow I know how you feel* on a computer fixing bunk files and putting the video all together. We couldn't all meet together at each others houses due to scheduling conflicts but we managed to record all of the voice clips in the hallway. On Thursday night, I had play practice until 6pm. I spent an hour on food (dinner0 and other homework then immediately started working on the video. I sacrificed sleep for this. From 7-11 I worked on editing the sound files to correct any errors and to choose the best takes. From 11-1am I slept and then form approximately 1:14 am I started working on the pictures and charts in the video. I fine tuned the music and timing at around 4 am and was finally finished by 4:45. bur of course my then I couldn't sleep and I had to get ready for school. so I hope that it was all worth it considering I am crashing right now in 6th period. *It was great!!!*

The reason why I taught why I taught why I taught is because I like Spanish and I think people should know about Spanish. There is also the fact that this was an assignment that was worth a lot of points on my grade and that i had to teach my peers. this video was different because it was the easiest to do with the schedules we all had. Also catchy graphics seem to attract young students to pay attention. The loud music also kept me awake when I was dosing off. *:)*

I learned more about subject pronouns and I memorized them better. I learned easier ways to teach them and i learned how to pull and all nighter for an assignment and to juggle play rehearsal and a normal school life. *Great life skill* I learned that I crash in 6th period with 2 hours of sleep. I learned I truly love the Spanish language.

I would just like to say that this was an amazing experience and I learned so much about subject pronouns. This may be the insomnia talking but this assignment was awesome. we had so much fun recording and even with all of the stress, I managed to pull it off. My only regret is that the video might not have been creative enough. If only we had had another week then it might have been better. *It was creative and you did great!! Thanks for working so hard!*

And I got 30/30 points. Sarcasm Sr. Seevink does not know how to detect. So enjoy I guess...

Jasmine Crespo

Something Different!

Hello! This is Aurora! So, since our blog is slowly being taken over by poetry, it seems (which I think is awesome, by the way; don't get me wrong), I thought it would be nice to do something different! So today I'm going to post some really good quotes from Wuthering Heights. Enjoy!

"The intense horror of a nightmare came over me: I tried to draw back my arm, but the hand clung to it, and a most melancholy voice sobbed-

'Let me in-let me in!'

'Who are you?' I asked, struggling, meanwhile, to disengage myself.

'Catherine Linton' it replied shiveringly (why did I think Linton? I had read Earnshaw twenty times for Linton). 'I'm come home. I'd lost my way on the moor!'" pg 22

"'You have killed me-and thriven on it, I think.' .... -Catherine

'Do you reflect that all those words will be branded in my memory, and eating deeper eternally after you have left me? You know you lie to say I have killed you: and, Catherine, you know that I could as soon forget you as my existence! It is not sufficient for your infernal selfishness, that while you are at peace I should writhe in the torments of hell!'"-Heathcliff pg 150

"I love my murderer, but yours? How can I?" -Heathcliff pg 152

"I cannot live without my life! I cannot live without my soul!" pg 158

"'Mr. Heathcliff, you're a cruel man, but you're not a fiend; and you won't for mere malice destroy, irrevocably, all my happiness...I've given over crying: but I'm going to kneel here, at your knee; and I'll not get up, and I'll not take my eyes from your face, til you look back at me! No, don't turn away! do look! You'll see nothing to provoke you. I don't hate you. I'm not angry that you struck me. Have you ever loved anybody in your whole life, uncle? never? Ah! you must look once-I'm so wretched-you can't help being sorry and pitying me.'

'Keep your eft fingers off; and move, or I'll kick you!' cried Heathcliff, brutally repulsing her. 'I'd rather be hugged by a snake. How the devil can you dream of fawning on me? I detest you!'" pg 258

"Mr. Heathcliff, you have nobody to love you; and however miserable you make us, we shall still have the revenge of thinking that your cruelty arises from your greater misery! You are miserable, are you not? Lonely, like the devil, and envious like him? Nobody loves you-nobody will cry for you when you die! I wouldn't be you!"-Catherine, pg 270

"It's a poor conclusion, is it not?... I get levers and mattocks to demolish the two houses, and train myself to be able of working like Hercules, and when everything is ready, and in my power, I find the will to lift a slate off either roof has vanished!...I have lost the faculty of enjoying their destruction, and I am too idle to destroy for nothing." -Heathcliff, pg 303

Well, I hope that you enjoyed having a flashback of these amazing quotes! Wuthering Heights is almost over!

-Aurora

Lucky 13

I don't have much to say, but I will say this...

Doom!

Peter Rosen

I Just Want to be Loved.

My torn heart is devestated by what my ears hear.
Its pain shudders throughout my body, even my fingers ache.
Unable to breathe, I sit in the middle of the empty road, gasping for air, but most of all for hope.
I just want to be loved.
Not even the winds can help me be free. Nor can the sun carry my last remaining light.
My never ending tears dampens my soul, weakening my bones, enabling me to stand back up.
It's a fear of being abused by the angered once again.
I just want to be loved.
It's a craving for appreciation and kindness.
Making me want to sink my teeth into those words.
Wishing to be able to taste the definitions and feel it travel through my veins, into the blood pumping into my shattered heart. I want to feel it.
I just want to be loved.
There is no love for my broken heart. Once the disappointment entered me, I commited myself to the monsters, signing a contract, forever placing me in a position at the bottom.
I don't feel safe nor do I feel true happiness.
I'm left with suffering or a fake reality. I'm running on a broken engine.
While the world seems to bloom with color, I'm slowly fading away.
Until I'm only an abandoned shadow.
I just want to be loved.
I'm not selfish, nor am I stupid. I realize the love around me that's become my enviroment.
But it's not the love that I need, it's not the love that I've worked for.
It's free labor that I've regreted.
Desperately needing that love that every person needs.
I don't need love from strangers and I definitely don't want it either.
Thank you though, for loving the colors of my mask.
But as of now, my true light is seeping through the wooden appearance.
The love around me, isn't the love I want. I don't want your love.
I'd trade it for a love that I truly need.
The love that has never been given to me.
The love from those who share my blood.
I just want to be loved...

You Have a Problem

Sorry this is so late but I have been very busy with the Penguin Police. Just to let you know on what happened, this is the latest

Really! I mean Really! Can't they know dad, can't they. Well since, the Penguin Police won't let me say anything involving this matter, I shall talk about something else.

When I said before I saw a 50 foot man running wild, well my eyesight is bad, and it really was a 50 foot guinea pig. Well sorry about that worthless piece of information, but that is all I really have not concerning what happened.

I will try to inform you on what is happening.

So long for now.

Aninimous

26 Ways to Fail

Greetings and hello my wonderful friends! Today is the amazing letter Q! First off, I must say that this blog is awesome, and Peter I love your sister's quote. I'm very sorry Aninimous that I put you under fiend but I have a wider audience. I am also not sure on my position on SSS, I'm going back to being neutral so Patrick, I return my taser, laptop, tracking device (ow on that one), and stash of Oreos. You are welcome Otdom. To everything else.... I thought everyone thought I was the crazy one, turns out I'm normal with all of you guys. (Yes I know you still have the argument that I'm crazy Peter but I did not make anything up you just need to remember.) Wow I'm getting off topic. On to Q!

qwerty is the name of your keyboard.

Do not quit anything.

Quick, Quint.... 5!

QUACK!

Sorry, I am having a hard time with q's ... what did I do last time? Questions! So here is the link. Speaking of questions, have you guys seen the... well if you find it awesome, if you know about it then you know what I mean by questions.

Well sorry it is late.

If you think of anything random or that starts with a q, comment please.

Jasmine Crespo

Lucky 13

Ah yes. It is Wednesday again. It's time for another rant.

I'll say this much. I am very, very, very, very, very, very, very,very, very, very, very, very, very, very,very, very, very, very, very, very, very,very, very, very, very, very, very, very,very, very, very, very, very, very, very worried.

Okay, it's not that bad, but I was having fun.

First, the war on toast has been quiet. Too quiet. Most likely something is wrong. Very, very, very, very, very, very, very,very, very, very, very, very, very, very,very, very, very, very, very, very, very,very, very, very, very, very, very, very,very, very, very, very, very, very, very wrong. Horribly wrong. Terribly wrong. I think Patrick Suanda is up to no good (unless you don't like toast, in which case he's your greatest ally). And Aninimous is wasting his time chasing after thirty foot tall, um, people. And he's got his family involved in a single incidence of dancing like a penguin.

Anyway, I am now not too busy to continue.

It seems as if I am some sort of bizarre guide to this blog that is rapidly becoming a confusing web of, for lack of a better word, stuff. (Why am I becoming a guide? I don't know. I really don't. It just seems like I'm giving updates of the blog's status, and explaining confusing stuff.) As Jasmine so kindly observed, my posts are getting weirder and weirder. Look around Jasmine. The entire blog is getting weirder and weirder. For example, on your last post, there was only one giant paragraph.

Eat your freakin' cheese and live!
(How's that for weird, Jasmine?)

Peter Rosen

P.S. I didn't come up with the previous quote. My sister did.

Moo, Shipoopi, and Shoopuf

In a beautiful meadow, flowers bloom and radiate like a burning red, sea. The flowers shimmer and show their pride together.

Occasionally, a yellow flower is born. It seems as if that yellow flower is doomed to grow in solitude. The red flowers bear their thorns and stab into the yellow flower’s fragile beauty and self-respect. The yellow flower then shrinks into its own little space, letting the other flowers absorb the rain from the sky while it desperately embraces the soft, neutral soil. The soil, which cannot provide the consolation that the flowers can provide, simply sits, in solitude, not appreciated. The lonely flower cries. It withers a little. The leaves grow holes. The flower seems to have lost its beauty. It cannot wait to just turn into a dandelion and disappear into the wind, hoping that one day, its seeds can bring joy to someone.

If only there were not multiple, separate meadows; if only there was only a single meadow, where everyone is gathered together. Then, maybe, just maybe, that yellow flower could have a better chance of finding a friend. In meadows, there is no human gardener to nurture the flowers. The flowers stand alone, if they stand at all.

The yellow flower was lost. No one cared. Instead, the other flowers seemed to only constantly look through some filter: a filter that prevented togetherness, a filter that created hurt. The flowers couldn’t see the tears because they didn’t want to. They didn’t want to see what could bring their pride down. Pride, confidence, their figure in the meadow was all that mattered to these flowers. The yellow flower, however, longed to be freed of solitude, to grow tall and be able to reach the sun. Instead the flower shriveled back into the ground where it came from, where it belonged. Out of the sun and into the shadows, all that remains is a sad sigh.

To think that some people find it a crime to trample the red flowers, to “accidentally” step on them.

Moo, Shipoopi, and Shoopuf

Light is a cradle. It consoles the spirit, embracing all with its presence. It represents life.

In my house, the only lights that shine are within my room and at the altar of my deceased mother. No one is around to hear my repetitive complaints about life. No one breathes emotion. No one is alive here; even I have succumbed to the draping shadow of sadness. An everlasting blanket of an end without a beginning.

At six thirty at night, on this February evening, my bell is the only one that rings and echoes throughout the dark, lonely hallways. Not one smile flashes in this somber house. It's... comforting. Fear has no place in this house, nor humiliation, anger, or hate. It's empty. Never taking a step forward, but never stepping on an unexpected booby trap.

Ice slowly begins to melt once again, leaving merely the memories of Christmas and happy times. We only wish for change, but change does not wish for us. Change runs away from us, and we, the creatures with capable legs, must give chase.

You Have a Problem

Hello and welcome to You Have a Problem

First off, this is a note to Jasmine.

Why did you put me under fiends. How am I a fiend, if anything I am a friend. I feel betrayed, but then again you are on the SSS. Also fire does not always hurt. If you swing your finger through it, you don't feel anything.

Well now onto the main topic.

As you read on Tuesday members of the Anti-SSS have been dancing strangely and I finally got the Penguin Police (my family) involved to find out what happened. Well they came (that starts another bad story but I won't go into that.) and said the the members had been

This is the Penguin Police deleting all of this information, because it is very classified and cannot be distributed to unauthorized people. We do this for your safety.

Have a great day.

26 Ways to Fail

Sorry for the delay of my post today it is just that I'm getting ready for a big thing I have on Wednesday and some of that involved me trying on Wedding dresses. (No I am not getting married for those of you snickering at this point. (Taylor)) It is just a nightmare but it is going to be worth it. Yes, I know I'm being vague but honestly I don't have a lot of time to post this... So what is today? F? Okay I'm going with F. So as tradition now goes here is the link to the former F post. It is pretty entertaining. I'm thinking I should do something maybe with Food, but considering we're learning it in Spanish.... Oh, great I just remembered I had makeup work to do in that class. Oh well, this is a good reminder and I'm not backspacing do to time. Fish? Mrs. Fish is an awesome teacher. Feelings? People have feelings, realize this and watch what you say and comfort them and realize they want to be with you. (yes that seems weird but I'm literally typing this as fast as I can so forgive me if there are any errors or random rants.) Fiends? Patrick Suanda or Aninimous. Possibly >:D or The Jellyfish Ambassador. Peter, I think your posts are getting weirder and weirder, good thing you already have your certificate for random posts. Otdom, I now love your column so good job. Again thanks to the Anonymous poet on the blog because you made our ratings go up. People from random parts of the world are reading our stuff. Also go to figment.com or something like that if you want to write stories (sorry Ms. L but I don't remember the URL.) Fishing? Not really a fan. Fan? It's not hot yet, every other day it's spring and every other day it's winter. February? It's almost over. Family? Love them to death. Death may mean I want to kill them or the extent of my love. (Death only applies when annoying) Friends? (See Family) Flugelhorn? Pretty nice instrument. F natural? Something some people have a hard time with. (Also known as e sharp) F Sharp? Something people have an even harder time with. (Also known as g flat) Fire? Pretty, shiny and hurts. (Only if you touch it) French?.... I will not say anymore do to the fact I might die if I say anything that might be taken wrong. French fries? Delicious, just don't translate literally into Spanish. (Then it would be frying French people or fried French people.)

Jasmine Crespo

Lucky 13

Beware of Big Bertha...
Sorry, I usually don't edit my posts after the original, but today...uh...a few days ago was pretty bad, so I'll just add in some fun stuff. No Name is having an argument with...um, well, No Name. It's very confusing. By the way, if you notice this change, post a comment on the post. No Name arguing with No Name...my head hurts.
Peter Rosen

Moo, Shipoopi, and Shoopuf

The wind calls to me, but I was told not to listen. It cries, it grieves, it is in pain. My ears are sealed shut, but my eyes betray me. I have decided to leave it behind, my child, my creation, my masterpiece. In the past, it has gone with me around the world, we laughed and cherished, we had fun. Now, as hard as it is for me to say this, I must leave. I must go on and see the world outside. Rain pours down on me as I turn away and walk slowly, regretfully turning back and seeing the sorrow. Each drop represents hurt, because now, that wind which I so loved has grown claws. I am being wounded, as I make my so called triumphant march towards the new world. I am torn. I am broken. I am shattered and confused. I try to pick up the pieces and rebuild the puzzle that once formed me, but I can't. The puzzle no longer forms me. The pieces have changed shape, and I don't know what to do. It crumbles around me. I can't go on. It is winning. It is laughing. It knows me. How can I turn away now? How can I leave behind all that I have and go on with nothing? Because it is not just a part of me, it is me. I have nothing else. Everything is so far, so far... Because everything is nothing. Nothing is everything to me. Anything can pass me in my mindless wander, but anything will never be everything.

You Have a Problem

Hello and welcome to you have a problem.

If you are reading this, I know it is not much but I will explain all of the strange happenings later when I have more time.

Stay tuned.

Hello and welcome back to You Have a Problem.

Sorry, but I have been finishing up some things.

First off, I have found out that Patrick Suanda has taken over Cuba, for what I am still not sure.

Secondly, something strange I have seen two days ago, was a 50 foot man running around town. I lost track of him and have not seen any more of him since.

Thirdly and most importantly, I apparently have really good dance moves, because this morning, A lot of the employees started to do some penguin dance moves. Well, they just started dancing without warning, and after a while I tried to stop them, but they just kept dancing. After a few hours of this, the people stopped dancing and passed out. When they woke up, they had no recollection of what had happened. I am still trying to figure out what had happened, and will get back to you when I know more information.

That is all

Aninimous

SEX. DRUGS. and MURDER.

SEX. A new form of science, except without the brilliance. It's an experiment with a permanent conclusion.
DRUGS. A new form of entertainment. Lets disperse along with the sounds of help, and come around when the shadows disappear.
MURDER. A new form of the living dead. When troubles awaken, lose control and drive into the red lights.

It's corrupting you. Killing the inner child inside of you. Soon Innocence will lose its meaning, just as Love did. They're both slaves to the wicked and wild.
Soon we'll all be walking around in awaken comas.
Soon we'll be back to black and white, for the colors will hide away.
All the beauty will change into the demented images we turn away from.
We're a cause and an effect.
We found it, we discovered it, and we created it.
SEX. DRUGS. and MURDER.
Our own creation killing us in a slow process.
We decided to take advantage of our power and created Hell instead of Heaven.
Our new generation is falling, and we're all dying.
Our hearts are being tortured, forced to beat to an uneven drum.
Our thoughts consist of green.
Jealousy and Greed.
SEX. DRUGS. and MURDER.
We're losing ourselves against our own selves.
Us humans. We kill and ruin the invisible balance.

Selfish wants are becoming merciless, just to satisfy the needs.

Assasins of the youth are being created, destroying the generations.
The Living Dead are increasing, making the Existing convert to their dead religion.
We're the ultimate killers.

Bird in a Cage.

I believed the empty words, and I felt the consequence.
My heart was slowly being ripped apart.
The sound ringing in my ears.
Everything I was, was torn apart.
Every ounce of my strength was holding on to your words.
But you let go. You let it slip through your fingers.
You words sounded so sincere.
So pure and true.
But they were stained with ink.
I never knew how painful something could be.
Until you tossed me into the winds.
I never knew how many tears could fall.
Until there was no one holding them in.
I never knew how far Cruel could go.
Until you gave me no mercy.
The aching pain never leaves, and your haunting voice stays near me.
I erased everything around me, and focused on you.
I poured my life in a cup and gave it to you, not knowing that you would take it to your advantage and break it.
You took my love and used fear to replace it.
You kept me away from those who loved me.
You let me suffer in agony.
You always locked the door and shut the lights.
I was naive and I trusted you.
Even after running away, you find me.
You left me, but you won't let me go.
I want to be free. But with you as my shadow.
I'll forever be a bird in a cage.

26 Ways to Fail

Sorry today is supposed to be E but I feel sick like I'm about to die. Today was national hurt Jasmine day so too bad if you missed it. Sorry again but my head is about to explode. Too many symptoms. E is for Evil. when I feel better I'll elaborate. (It has to do with the blog)

Jasmine Crespo

Later Updated:

Hello and welcome to 26 Ways to Fail! Sorry about Thursday but I think that there is something going around the school and it is very bad. National hurt/hit Jasmine Day was as normal (though technically it should be February 19th). Evil is apparently a key subject on thing blog now. With all of the conspiratorial of toast, who wouldn't see evil? And a new person is also addressing these evils, whoever is writing all this new poetry, good job. Well sorry, pressed for time.

Jasmine Crespo

Used.

Walking in the night. Embracing the cold. The headlights following your shadows. Your flesh completely explosed. Barely covering the needed.
Placing your hand on your face. You feel no skin nor warmth.
There's an ache inside of you. Your body reacting to the thoughts of the nights cruel intentions.
The moon being your own personal spotlight. Where they can watch and study your actions.
Another night for the monsters.
A mere bargaining chip for reality's pleasure.
Whispers of content and laughers of amusement.
Finally you're stopped. A hand reaching from behind you.
Closing your eyes, realizing it's time. Knowing to stay limp until it's over.
As silent as the dead, you let one tear slip from your eyes.
Selling your body to the night.

The Moment.

Silent as the Gods, escape the prison you live in. Let your senses of right and wrong untie from your body.
This is your moment.
Let yourself forget the screams and shrieks of hatred.
Drink it down. Drink it down. Feel the toxins spread through your veins. The chills start running up your spine, numbing your sense. Your own anesthetic.
Take in the bitter sweet addiction. Your sight blurs and the sounds draw on and on.
It's your illegal gateway to temporary happiness. Forget the permanent consequences, and hold our your hand.
Chug it down. Chug it down. Let your system welcome it. Ignore the whispers of disappointment, and hear the shouts of encouragement.
Be a magician and make yourself disappear. Forget who you are, and lose control.
Double the dousage.
Let it engulf you in a world of numbness. Forget who you are and what you say.
Forget yourself in the night, slur your words and drink it down.
There's a different beat shouting in your mind. Let your body move to the sounds. Flashing neon lights dance in your head. It's a whole different world for the strangers to feel known.
Wipe the fake smiles from your face. Step out of the cage and let yourself be free.
This is your moment. This very night. While the naive sleep. Get out of control.
Rip the dead skin away from yourself. Remove yourself from the body and the eyes.
This is your moment.
Disappear from the words, and come alive in a world full of strangers.
Not even the night will judge.

Lucky 13

I like this blog. It's exciting!

To begin today I will talk about all the new and exciting things that are going on in the blog. First, there is a mysterious person who doesn't bother putting a name on comments, who seems to have a mean streak. Trust me. I know first hand. No Name is not nice.

The next new and exciting thing is Moo, Shipoopi, and Shoopuf, which is being written by Otdom Polson. He's only two posts in and he has me very interested in what he has to say.

And, of course, there's more poetry. Unsigned poetry. Which is always exciting. Incomplete sentences (just sayin'). Anyway, the unsigned poetry is surprisingly depressing. Really depressing (more incomplete sentences; hooray!). If only we could find out who wrote it. Hmmmm... Is there anyone who had a knack for depressing poetry that posted on the blog before? I wonder...


Besides the new and exciting there is pseudo-new and exciting. Both >:D and the Jellyfish Ambassador had a long period of absence. However both are back...with a vengeance. >:D's goal is clear. Complete and utter world domination. What is his plan? Who knows. Does he have any allies? Who knows?

As for the Jellyfish Ambassador, here is a direct quote. "I will crush you all."

And so, I am here to tell you that this blog is comfortably in the middle of rising action, with a whole host of minor and major characters, toast and anti-toast organizations, and world domination schemes. You never know what's coming next.

DO NOT IGNORE MY VEINS!

Um, sorry about that. I'm not sure what came over me. I will have a word with Isaac about excessively quoting Invader Zim. Please ignore the paragraph/quote/sentence thingy above.

Peter Rosen

P.S. The battle for world domination is just beginning. It is a distant storm that approaches rapidly, and when it arrives, everything that hasn't sought shelter will feel its wrath.

You Have a Problem

Hello and welcome to You Have a Problem.

Sorry that this is late, but I have to been looking into some new occurrences.

As you might or might not of read, >:D is back (for better or for worse). As he stated in his post he was about to take control of an island, and now Cuba has been captured by someone. I was suspecting Patrick Suanda, but now I am not sure if it is >:D. He said he was about to capture one, so is that what he is talking about, or another island.

Now this is a message to the Jellyfish Ambassador. You know, we are friends... right? You can keep me alive right? I might not be all World Domination, but that doesn't matter does it? Think about it will you. Just think about it.

Well that is all for now.

Aninimous

Moo, Shipoopi, and Shoopuf

My title is quite unique, isn't it? I saw how other people's posts were titled uniquely. Those same titles were still being used, so I thought, "Why not use a title that I can use?"

Moo is one of the many exclamations I randomly shout out at people. Please note that I only 'moo' at people who are willing to accept. In other words, only my friends.

Shipoopi is the name of a song from the play, The Music Man. Not a lot of people know about Shipoopi. I know about Shipoopi from watching Family Guy on television. Though Family Guy is very crude and dirty most occasions, I believe that they are still a reliable source of entertainment.

Shoopuf is the unique name of an animal from the video game, Final Fantasy X. I decided today that I should use it because it sounds intriguing, and funny. I believe maybe, just maybe, I could spread the word around about the shoopuf.

Well, I hope my explanation of my title suffices. I believe that blogging here is fun, and I might consider returning.

~Otdom Polson

PS: the italics were a pain to type, because since I have a Mac, I use the butterfly looking 'command' button on Microsoft Word. But on the internet, I am forced to suddenly change to using 'ctrl', like everyone else does. It's a pain to make such a sudden change.

Moo, Shipoopi, and Shoopuf

I love my video games! Even now, I am listening to their grand background songs! However, on Sunday, I had had a war. A war to determine the fate of my weekend time!

I was fighting for my honor, my pride, and my entertainment! However, it did not end well for me. I had lost many of my soldiers, and I am sure my enemies had lost plenty of theirs also. The battle was hard-fought, and the third party's surprise attack served well as a final blow.

The battlefield (my home) to me, is never remembered for its good memories, but just the wars. It seems that the many forces that inhabit this land (including mine) cannot seem to patch things up. It seems that things only grow worse here, and never better.

Today marks a new day; it's as if the war had never even happened here. The history of that war is still important, though scarring. Our forces must remember the past wars, as we seem to have the habit of repeating them.

It is confusing, but yes, many forces indeed inhabit this land I call home. Of course, from time to time, we war amongst each other. It is important, however, to remember that there is a difference between warring and fighting. Fighting is clashing personalities for the sake of clashing personalities. Warring against each other scars, and is not done for fun. It is done because there appears to be no other choice but to war.

I shall continue to uphold my ways. My video games have grown on me, as if they were a part of my personality. I believe that they cannot be taken away, as that will make matters worse, and then, awaken war. I believe there are other ways to motivate me to do my homework, other forces of this land. Please learn them. I shall learn them with you if you allow me to do so.
-Otdom Polson's forces/army/whatever you wish to call me

26 Ways to Fail

Happy Valentine's day to you all! So for today d is just going to be doom.

DOOM.

DOOM

DOOM

Those of you who know of the doom song may laugh now.

So I was inspired to do this during English today. Please take the name of someone. (Your Valentine, you sister (maybe not), your brother (maybe not) , your best friend (possibly not) or just a random name. But for this sake just use a name.) And insert it into this blank.

My dearest ______,

I have waited too long to divulge my emotions to you. My love for you shines brighter than 2 semi's with their headlights turned toward you as you are about to crash. How often I dream of weaving your silky hair. The yammering of your sweet lips is nothing for I am deaf. Though some concider you a splinter in their side, I adore you. (And have found some tweezers...) If only you were to love me too, then I would give you a necklace of pearls to wear somewhere around your body. It is not a simple love. THey still neeed to repeal the law on marrying its.

Always and Forever,

______ (Your name)

MUCH better then signing a love letter Sincerely. Honestly some people pour their hearts and souls into this.

If you have any funny Valentine's stories or jokes, please comment.

Jasmine Crespo

Things lost in my eyes.

I once had a vision. A vision where the pieces of my life were put together and only the sun shined. A vision only a child would have.
But now the world I see is all the wrong and hatred.
More walls get in the way of my innocence, until all I see is white.
I hate myself. Everyday I have no love for myself, but at least my respect has not moved out.
My sympathy gone for human kind and now what's left in my heart is a bitter and cold liquid.
I found myself, but lost it against reality.
I have no shadow. Reality hovers above me. A naive fantasy is something for the sleep.
The things I lost were the things I took for granted. I overestimated myself thinking that I could hold onto something untangible forever.
The minutes pass, never being able to relive it again.
How I crave my natural high, but now I'm unable to numb myself from reality. REALITY my nightmare and my unborn shadow.
I did the unspoken, ruining my insides. Experimenting ways to find the natural high once again. I drank it down, I inhaled it all.
Yet I'm still the one left in the streets with only the broken lights as my savior.
Where is it? Where did it all go?
I'm slowly disappearing, becoming as untouchable and unnoticable as cellophane. I'm a ghost stuck in a world of noise.
I lost myself under my protection.
I sit on the hard ground. Feeling the rush of the trains run by me. People going in and out, heading to a destination.
Left and right they go. But which way do I go?
I look around me, and no one bothers to look my way.
I've become silent as the flowers, except I've lost all my beauty.
I can see it. Far far away. A train coming my way. Inside I hope that it's for me. Who am I? A broken shell and an empty existence.
I killed myself. A successful suicide.
And now I walk around without a road to walk on.

Grand Re-Entrance Title of Epic Proportions.

Well hello there. I have been gone for an extended...vacation. Although it has been anything but relaxing...even if i do like fire... Anyways, i have heard of this so-called "jellyfish ambassador", and they seem to be trying to destroy you. While i might respect them for their plans, this is preposterous. What is the use of complete and utter destruction? Yay! You will have complete satisfaction, which quickly turns to utter annoyance. You must have someone left to rule over.
Ouch! Yes, you get the skies! Sheesh! We discussed this already.
And now i have gotten you annoyed at me. So then, does anyone wish to know where i have gone? I will soon rule an island...then the world! I must practice on my diabolical laugh though. And no, my lips do not hurt this time...
Yes i completely agree, water is bad.
>:D

Lucky 13

Still...

terribly...

busy...

So busy...


Peter Rosen

You Have a Problem

Hello and welcome, sorry that this will be short, but I am busy.

I will talk about what is 2D and 3D on Tuesday, but for now I will say a quote.

Thwart me Perry the Platypus!

I must admit I find that funny the the evil villain wants to be stopped. I only wished it worked like that with Patrick Suanda.

Well so long for now.

Aninimous

How to keep my spark alive.

Believe I can, know I can, and trust myself. Know that if I try hard enough I will eventually succeed in my task. With enough hard work I can get anywhere in life.
-Shane Rayhill

3 Facts from Weathering Heights

1. Mrs. Heathcliff is Heathcliff's son after Mr. Heathcliff (Heathcliff's son) died.

2. Lockwood was attacked by the dogs two times in two days.

3. Hindly must have despised Heathcliff.

-Shane Rayhill

26 Ways to Fail

Let's try a different font today.Well how are you guys doing today? Good, you probably told the computer (though I doubt you REALLY thought it was a rhetorical question) because it is socially polite and almost required to say good or fine.Today is B! I know that last time I did b I did blogging so let's try a new subject shall we?

(CLICK HERE) Now I don't really know what to do but due to the recent fascination with these in our school, it seems appropriate to do it.

Balloons!

Balloons have been delivered. It is utter madness. What do these balloons even mean? They are pieces of latex blown up into a balloon shape. But then again the advertisements say "Have friends? Buy a balloon." (Marisa made me aware of this.) So, if you have no friends, then you get no balloons. Then again there is the Valentine's Day aspect of this: are they Valentine's Balloons? Do they mean something? They may or may not depending on who you are. They are very "romantic" colors though. All the girly pinks, reds,and dark pinks. I've had enough of this topic. If you want to give a balloon to anyone for any reason, do so, by all means. It's only a dollar.

On the bright side Valentine's Day is on Monday and it is going to be a combination of D and Valentine's Day. It's pretty easy to see how though. Enjoy the rest of your day.

Jasmine Crespo

P.S.

My apologies to the Jellyfish Ambassador, I was a little harsh.

Lucky 13

So busy....

So terribly busy...

I don't...

have .....

the time...

to write...

Any more...


So busy...

Peter Rosen

You Have a Problem

Hello and welcome to You Have a Problem.

Before I start with what I am talking about, I want to get some things straight.

First off, great job jellyfish for capturing Patrick Suanda and hopefully killing him.

Second off, if you didn't kill Patrick Jasmine is right and are part of this war yourself.

Now onto my exciting topic of the day.

Is a person 3D? Yes.

Is a computer 3D? Yes.

Is a pencil 3D? Yes. (This seems boring but now it gets better.)

Is a pencil mark 3D? Well, you might think that it is 2D, but I think that it is actually 3D.

As you can figure out a pencil mark has length and width, but does it have thickness. Well, yes. For the pencil to make a mark, there has to be graphite from the pencil on the paper. So, the graphite on the paper has a tiny tiny tiny tiny tiny tiny tiny tiny thickness, but it still has thickness which makes it 3D!!!

Now onto the really weird one.

Is light3D??? Well, the answer is yes, and maybe. Lets answer yes first.

As we all know a laser projects light. When you shoot a laser at a wall and sprinkle baby powder over it, you can see the whole laser. When you look at the laser then, you see that it has length, width, and thickness. Therefore, light is 3D.

The maybe part of this question has to do with light in the sky in its diffused form-ish thing.

I want to know what you guys think and give me any suggestions for things I should see if are 2D or 3D.

That is all for now.

Aninimous