Strangers Keep Knocking At My Door...

I still don't think I like Halloween all that much... Mostly because every time someone knocks at my door I have get up, walk over to the door, smile, give them their treat, and wish them a happy Halloween. It's exhausting.

Anyways, I'm blogging now to pass the time but I might be interrupted.

I'm not that happy. My Jason Mraz DVD didn't come today so I'm watching 'Tenacious D: The Pick Of Destiny'. I wouldn't recommend it to anyone, but I have laughed a few times. It's only because there's a flying Sasquatch.

So I have a picture of Tigger I doodled on here, I made it awesome purple on my photo editor and it makes me happy when I look at it, because I mean it's Tigger right? And I need happy, especially on scary Halloween and no Mraz DVD. I'm tempted to check the mailbox for a third time today. . . Okay I'll be right back. I'm serious.

GUESS WHAT! You're right, it's totally not there. I don't know why I thought it would be. It'll be home Monday maybe. I miss it and I've never even held it or met it before. Ugh... Is that another trick or treater at the door? I guess not. O'dawg isn't liking this whole strangers coming in and stealing our pop either. You see, my mother and nugget are away trick or treating, and O thinks that every car that pulls into our driveway is them. So she just barks away and freaks out the children. I don't mind it though, if there is a psycho-freak coming to murder me and steal my pop then maybe Olive would protect me.

And yeah, we are giving out pop instead of candy, ridiculous right? Because Halloween is about candy, not pop. Unless the pop has a dollar attached then maybe or maybe if we would've tied pop rocks to the pop too. That would've been cool. Pop Rocks RULE.

Pep band was yesterday, and the other team had brought their pep band too. Omigosh, their pep band had rockin' hats and totally crazy uniforms. I was like "Woah, we are so amatuer", but our pep band still played awesome. And for the game, well, we lost which was very disappointing it was play-offs and everything.

Well, I'm gonna eat fudge and pretend that I don't notice there's an empty mailbox.

If my DVD is reading this, please come home.

Happy Halloween to all & to all a Good Night!

Dear Blog and Readers,

Happy Halloween! Halloween isn't my favorite holiday, I don't really consider it a holiday, even though there is lots of candy and celebration. Whatever for I don't know why. Halloween is scary, and all the TV channels show scary movies and Halloween specials. Anyways, I wanted to blog about pumpkins! Not just any pumpkins, a pumpkin that I carved! Which you can see from my prettiful pictures.




So anyways, I made my pumpkin happy, and kind of scared looking, maybe even paranoid. It took a lot of skill to carve-- yes I'm bragging. My mom and I had a competition, hers is the super evil one all the way to the right, she totally got into the spirit of Halloween, and my sister's is the glittery vampire one in the middle. My mother's pumpkin is frightening and I fear it will murder me while I sleep.


Lately I've been paranoid, I think it's because of the whole "Artist of the Month" thing and people might start noticing I exist. Which would be bad, because they might start talking to me. Tomorrow
I have to go to a lunch with my art teacher and
We're eating with all the other artists that won from their school... I think they're gonna be mean, and weird, and crazy. And I hope they don't try and talk to me. I also hope the food is tasty. However, you know how hope works. "Hope leads to disappointment" said by a very wise guy who was followed around by an imaginary stuffed animal named Toenail and who's father was a mime.

I hope everyone joins their Halloween,
I'm handing out candy,
I hope my DVD's here by then,
There's that hoping again...

My Fingernails Grow Really Fast

I don't like marble colby jack in string cheese form. What is with that? Is mozzarella string cheese not good enough for you people? I mean, my sister doesn't like mozzarella cheese, but she's weird. My sister is an insane-psychotic freak, and a total jerk. Casey turned twelve today, and she's mean. Bothering me at the beginning of my day is her favorite thing to do, so it would seem. I can somewhat understand her bugging me in the morning before school comes along, but when we get to school she feels the need to sit between me and everybody. Everybody meaning- my friends, people who are important-, so I can't even hear conversations. She leaves when more people come, but still, I think she can find friends and my friends shouldn't have to suffer just because I have a weird sister. Maybe that's why she doesn't have friends, so she claims, because apparently being a cousin to your friend doesn't mean their your real friend, it just means their your relative, to her anyways.

Leaves keep falling all around, and they are so pretty. Autumn is a such a beautiful time of year, all the colors, the smells, the leaves crunching beneath your feet, and it just makes me want to be all artistic and spontanious. So I have a tip.

DO NOT attempt to eat scolding hot tea bags, they burn your tongue and DO NOT taste as good as they smell (I think they should have that as a warning on all tea bags.)

So, does anyone else ever notice how different everyday is? You never live the same day twice. Especially not at my school, everyday something seems to be going on, something weird or crazy. I'm pretty sure every teacher at our school is crazy. Sometimes I wonder if it even qualifies as a school, or maybe crazies are sent there and no one there knows they're crazy, they're just like 'Woah, everybody here is psychotic' so everyone feels sane by being around crazy people. Everything is balanced.

All except my fingernails which grow too quickly.