Ada Doom "I saw something nasty in the woodshed!" Earl P. Neck "Sure you did, but did it see you, baby?"

Hehe....funny funny. I may have to take up this quotes-on-the-blog thing.

So! Mi hermano esta a casa, y esta sentando en la computadora a mi izquierda. Y estoy muy feliz. Sentio mucha goza.

So, I skipped-ed mutual to play with my family, and yesterday, after playing a very vigorous game of Settlers of Catan, my sister-in-law, cousin, and precious little nephew showed up to surprise Dan, and us too! So he got to see his nephew for the first time, and I got to see him for the millionth time, and as you well know, I am in full on cute, precious baby-mode. And he likes me! Bryant, I mean. He usually doesn't take a shine to me, at least not noticeably, but it's noticeable now. Probably 'cause I swing him up and down the stairs, and that is just fun! And a heck of a workout. You swing a 24 lb. body up and down the stairs 10 times in a row!

Anywho, because you've withstood my ramblings long enough I will put in the quote, though not the whole speech. It's a bit more intimidating when it is read rather the heard by Ian McWhatever, with moaning quiverers in the background.

Amos Starkadder: "You know what it's like when you burn your hand, taking a cake out of the oven, or lighting one of them godless cigarettes? And it stings with a fearful pain, aye? And you run to clap a bit of butter on it to take the pain away, aye? Well, I'll tell ye, there'll be no butter in hell! "

And we are definitely watching that next time we get together. That and Emma.

And so I will write/see/talk to y'all aka Kym later. Bon soir!

-Middi

Yo speiken le espanol!

So, y'all (aka Kym), how many of you (aka Kym) can read the Book of Mormon in Spanish? Huh? HUH?

Yeah, eat it! I've finally started reading it in Spanish again, which I tried to do last summer and gave up dismally, but I now can read it practically all on my own! I barely needed the English version! I'd check what I thought I read, and be right! It was so cool and I was so psyched that I read for almost an hour, which comes out to 2 chapters. Pitiful sounding, but good! Yeah, "Y sucedio......" "...por tanto...." "Y ascencia....." all the key phrases are there! Woot!

Also, I have realized that pain killers are VERY nice when it comes to yoga. I was doing it last night, before I went to bed, and I was really stretching! I was so proud, figuring I must just be having a good day. But then I noticed, while I was doing the hurdle stretch, that I was resting my head on my knee! Ok, recap, I can only put my head on my knee for one breath, on my right leg, and that with much effort. But last night, I did it without even thinking! I kept raising my head and putting it back down, and eventually left it there for 14 breaths and I could have gone longer if I wasn't so shocked!!!! I could even rest it on my left knee for a while! It was really cool, but kind of freaking me out, till I realized that it must have been my pain killers! And then I got all panicked, cause I didn't want to hurt myself unknowingly, so I haven't done anymore. It was still pretty cool.

Ok, enough of my blabbering, here's the website you need to see me almost passing out half-in my bathroom. I think I look rather attractive, in that drunken-looking way..... :D

http://spaces.msn.com/members/sheikdelmar

-Middi

Speak

I'm feeling mildly morbid at the moment. It may have to do with the fact that I am listening to "I'm Only Happy When it Rains" by Garbage......maybe. I also just finished a book, that to some may appear grim, but it actually left me uplifted.

Now I'm listening to Marilyn Manson's "You Spin me Right Round".

Anywho, this was a really good book. I whole-heartedly recommend it to everyone that reads my blog (and by now that may only be Kym....sad). Well, you read it Kym. It was very good. You've no doubt heard of it before, or even have read it before. It's called "Speak". Good book.

Also, Britney's back! I've been trying to call her, the little rat, but I haven't caught her yet. I'm going to squeeze every little detail about "PotO" from her culturally glutted brain...that is, if I can get the chance. Lucky dog, is all I have to say.

Ok, better mood. I am now listening to "We Like to Party" by Venga Boys.....

Hey now! Hey now!
Hear what I say, now,
Happiness.....is just around the corner!

*giggles girlishly* I laff that song. It is way too addictive. Makes me want to dance. Just like, "Walking on Sunshine". I had to have a spontaneous disco dancing breakdown in my kitchen in the middle of making my sandwich for lunch. You just can't NOT dance to that song!!!!!

Woot! Better mood! And now I am going to go and watch mucho television and rot my brains.

Luvers!

-Middi

NEVER run with wet socks.....NEVER!!!!!!

Ok, Tia has just realized that she is a bit lacking in the human necesity called "common sense" this morning. You'd think I'd get it earlier, oh after I stuck my fingers in the lawn mower.....or maybe when I tried to make a milkshake with no top on the blender.....or even MAYBE when I started cleaning out the electrical socket with a wet rag......but NO!!!! It hasn't hit me that I probably won't live to be older than two decades at the rate I'm going, until this morning, when I went running......in wet socks.

Ok, I mean seriously, I went on the trek so I should know that wet cloth rubbing right against your body is not good. And as I contemplated the wet socks that I pulled out of the washer at 7 AM (the ungodly hour by which Kym had already written a blog), I had an inkling that it probably wasn't a good idea to wear them. But since I couldn't figure out why, I just put them on and off I ran. All the way to Albertsons.......where I promptly asked for a bandaid. And just as promptly, walked home. ALL the way home.

Of course, I unwittingly saved myself from further humiliation when I didn't go to the midnight Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince party at Barnes and Nobles last night. You wonder, "I didn't know there was a midnight Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince party at Barnes and Noble last night..." Well, that's because thfere wasn't!!!! I thought Harry Potter was coming out today, when in all actuality, it is coming out on the 16th of July, not the 6th. So, at least I didn't show up at Barnes and Nobles at midnight, demanding where all the psychotic Harry Potter fanboys in their little costumes were.

And that was my day/night so far. I still have to go mow the lawn (hopefully soon because I haven't showered yet from my run/walk and I'm starting to stink) and break all child labor laws para mi madre. Luvers to all!

-Middi

I just noticed, 3 titles of my last 5 blogs are song lyrics....

YAY!!!!! SCHOOL'S OUT! This is officially my SECOND day of summer (I didn't count vacation)!!! And I've got my baby fix, but only because I know that I'll get to see him again in August. OOOooooooooo, he is SO cute! I luff him! And guess what! I got my first kiss! It was rather unexpected too.......Oh, don't you want to know!

I was just sitting there, making faces, pursing my lips, when suddenly he leans in and sticks his open mouth on mine!!!! MUWAHAHAHAHA!!!!!

If you can't tell, it's my nephew that kissed me. That's how he kisses people, and considering all the wary looks he gave me, I was surprised when he did it. But it sure made my day!

Antyvays, I had a dandy time, and my sister, who came up also, brought her semi-recently converted roommate, Dianna. She was so nice! And even smaller than my sister! They had exactly the same body type, but Dianna was teeny! Anywho, she had never seen Temple Square, so she came with Shae, and Shae being the grand Cruise Director, exhausted her out. She ended up curled up on a bench in the Joseph Smith Building, trying to regain some energy. But she loved it.

And now I hear that everyone survived without me, and my life is pretty grand, excepting the fact that I have to go to work in 3 hours, and I haven't even washed my face or changed my clothes or done any morning stuff. Ah well, that IS what summer is all about.

Luvers to you all!

-Middi

To me.....coming from you.....'friend'...is...a four....lettered word....

End...is...the only part of the word....that I heard! Call me morbid...or absurd....but to me.............coming from you............'friend'...is...a four...lettered word.


I love Cake. They are insanely awesome, strange and yet very cool. Normal cake steeped in cold milk also makes my day. Mmmmmm-mmmmm......

So, I shall resist the strange urge to write incredibly odd poems that rhyme way too much this time, but let me tell you, it's hard. I only do this for the sake of Squid-lid's poor poet's soul, which is no doubt plotting to secretly strangle me with my own hair in the dark of the night when I am wrapped snugly in my security blanket, literal and otherwise, soundly unaware of the dangerous potential of my own pride and warmth....or maybe I'd just rather waste away in front of HExic instead.

I used to BEEEEE a little boy!!!!
So old...in my shoes
And what I choose....is my voice
What's a boy supposed to do?
The killer in me is the killer in you
My love....
I send this smile over to you...

Morbid, yes, but otherwise a very good song. Smashing Pumpkins really is a good band! Just a little depressing in some otherwise good songs......

The world is a vampire........sent to dray-ee-ay-ee-ayn......

A'it I'll stop. Now, in other news......

Tia's birthday is in 5 days for all those too ignorant to know. In other words, anyone who doesn't know/read my blog. Which makes this pointless, but La-laLA-lala.......did that ever stop me?

Anywho, I'm really not excited for my birthday. I mean, there isn't really anything that I want to to do. I don't want anything in particular, and I cannot think of one single person that I'd like to go out with. I can't even get my liscense yet, simply because I know I'm not ready. So, there really isn't anything grand to come from being 16 so far. Plus it's on a Sunday. A Fast Sunday, no less. And what's even more sad is that I don't care about that, there's so little that I'm looking forward to. Mere......

I shall stop being a prat and simply enjoy my weekend. And I will, since I have decided to go on my choir trip and Brit's party is Saturday. If my Sweet 16 won't be fab, I'm sure hers will. Or at least, it will be highly amusing for me. :D


Woohoo!

_Middi_

Over your waving legs and sprawled body....I saw him.......looking at you.

Booboop-dedoop!

So, life is decently grand! Got into SandG and so did many friends, with re-auditions for the rest! Fabuloso.....

Well, the week was slow, and the bread was dough, but however we go, how' slow, we'll flow.

While the crack was Jack, with the work full of slack and none'a her slim jims follow their whims.

Yet Abe still flies, high in night-rise, the funky dude flashes signs (not the nude) and she sighs...

Still life whistles on, the TP all gone, dumped bluntly over fences, framing friends for un-offences.

Memories cling, strange men sing, and bi-sissies (annoyed at teenage wussies), warn of stupidousities.

So! life goes on, while a little bit long (at least on blog), and soon you'll see, why, essentially, I am

me.

-Middi

Lonely.....I'm so lonely.....

I have nobody, to call my oooOOWN!! I truly am wicked tired and confused. Actually I am not, but I do feel rather ticked right now, if only becuase there are so many I want to/should/can't do right now. I also seem to have an inordinant amount of anger stored up in me, because I couldn't keep on reading that book I was reading. They were in the time that all us Americans were kicking out all us Indians, and it just makes me mad. They were so freaking helpless, and if I was there back then I probably wouldn't have helped much because I would've just slugged the stupid, freaking selfish Americans, whether or not I was on their side. I hate stupid, prejudiced people that stereotype to the point that's deadly. No, more like I hate people that take away all hope for other people, considering that's what I'm afraid of. Jerks!

*sits and fumes for several minutes, listening to Holiday*

So, sorry to get all spazzy on you, but I am just frankly rather irritated with the world because I should do so many things right now, but I don't want to do them, and some I couldn't do, so life is just frustrating. The only thing that I can think of doing is sit here rotting, with my stupid crick in my neck.

*sigh*

I am going to go play hexic and then scribble away like mad in my notebook. Maybe later, if I feel better, I'll go running, cause heaven knows it's dangerous to have so much suppressed energy.

Lovingly and smotheringly yours,

Middi

Heeeeeeeeere's when she meets Prince Chaaaarming!!!! But she won't.....discover that it's him, till chapter 3!!!!

Yay! Kirsten has just informed me that the ACT or whatever is going to put on "Beauty and the Beast"! I am SO totally trying out for that! YAY! That so totally rocks!

I think that now I have to go watch it....like 5 times! And sing along!

WOOO!

Wow, way too hyped. Now I must go and freeze my half-dessicated bunny for Stacie and read Bash's Blog. So much to do! So much to eat! SO much time to SLEEP!

Golly, I love spring break.

Things that go squish in the night.....

The house was dark. No one was home. Perhaps she shouldn't be bothered by this, but ever since 9 days ago, the 4th of July, she had been edgy. As soon as she'd walk in her house, her very essence would shrink, as if in response to an oppresive entity, taking hold of her home.

But that was nonsense, or so she told herself. Nothing was there, haunting her innermost habitat. Hiding around corners. Sneaking under the door cracks. She was completely alone, and had been since her roommate had left on vacation. Screw her Romanian instinct. It hadn't showed up so far in life, so it certainly wouldn't choose to make an appearance now.

Slowly she paced into the living room, her damp bag and closed umbrella clutched to her side. The ominous aura of the house worsened, punctuated by thunderous roars from the raging torrent outside. As she moved in deeper, nearly shaking, her wet head pounded from feelings of forebodence.

Weakly dropping her bag, she turned towards the kitchen, what seemed to be the center of the malign atmosphere. Inching closer, she thought she heard a low rumble, like a waking Rot Weiler noticing the breach on his territory. Now she was quaking, past any doubts. Thoughts flitted through her mind of what it might be and what she might have done to bring it on....and if she would even survive to find out.

The rumble stopped abruptly as her left hand touched the doorknob and turned, her right tightening around the umbrella. Delicately pushing the door open, she peered reluctantly at the widening gash, trying to make out the blurred edges of counters and tables in the dark. Not hearing or seeing anything dangerous, she pushed more confidently and flipped the light switch, wondering if it was just a product of her twisted mind.

A sharp snarl cut through her new-found confidence, stripping it down like teeth does the juicy flesh off bones. The stench of decay assailed her nose as a morbid lump rolled toward her, squelching awfully. It's snarl lengthened into a deep growl, it's bruised flesh livid with flushes of crimson, spiraling and branching off like flowing veins giving life to the ghoulish monster at her feet.

Suddenly it all made sense. Her mind traveled back to the seemingly innocent 4th of July picnic she'd had with her friends. The horror stories her mother told her when she was young, of inanimate substances retaining a vampiric essence if left out too long after a day of great emotion. The watermelon she had brought to the picnic, but had taken home uncut and uneaten. The mass of pure malignant decay below her.

The horror of her discovery reached her, the knowledge of her last seconds slipping away. Despair overcoming all, she screamed, overcoming the sound of the nearing excresence, crushing any hope left....




"That, however, is nowhere as bizarre as this fruit-based nugget of information pkyyr (aka The Sis) pointed out to me. Apparently, the Roma of the Balkans believed in VAMPIRE WATERMELONS. I kid you not. I don't know about the veracity of this legend, but I do know that in our food microbiology practical, the watermelon juice sample turned out the highest count of bacteria. In fact, the bacterial count of watermelon juice was so high our professor said that if he could replicate the results, he would very shortly be writing a nice little letter to the fruit juice stall people. I'm sure at least some of those bacteria we found were haemolytic (blood-cell-lysing), so perhaps there's a biochemical explanation for this particular folk legend. You think?Now you know why I have such a great and undying love for the Balkans region. Watermelons rolling around yards and growling threateningly at people. Here I thought I was crazy.

*wonders if Vladimir's book on Slavic vampirism has a chapter on watermelons*"

Hehe...just thought you'd enjoy my little story there. Interesting smidgeon of info there, eh? That site's a piece of work too. Now I'm going back to my returned madre and stick-skinny brother.

-T

Wannabe!

Yes, ladies and gent. I am a wannabe.

I wannabe in Scarlet and Gold!

Our concert tonight wasn't too horrible, and was, in fact, probably our best this year! Brava! Scarlet and Gold sounded awesome of course, making me wish I could be in there *deep yearning*.....ah me, ah my. Missy Kim did un fabuloso job on the piano! She was the star of our best song, "Weep No More". GORGEOUS song alone, and absolutely sidereal with the piano.

So, all in all, the concert was grand. Mandy nearly had a spazzy attack while her choir sang because one guy came in too early, and another guy turned around, in the middle of the song, and said, "You should've yelled, 'Just kidding!'" That was pretty funny.

And now I must go, and do the things teachers command. I know that they will find a way to make me feel in pain. I will go, I will do, the crud they give to me. I know that they'll provide a way, they will make me obey.

Wow. I'm stopping now while I'm only half a mile behind.

: D

-Middi

*giggles and wiggles little cute butt like a strange anime schoolgirl*

*squeals and wiggles cute anime butt more*

I'm SORRY! Okay! Gosh! I can't help it! But that perfectly describes what mood I'm in!! So get over it!

: D

I'm sorry! But I'm in the weirdest, happyhappyjoyjoyhappyhappyjoyjoy mood ever! And I can't tell you why!

So, for now I shall simply say that I got Mandy grounded from now until forever and kingdom come (or at least until her 16th b-day), and "The Big Country" happens to be the greatest song ever! Totally inspirational!

Wow. I just read my last sentence and realized how sad and superficial I am that I can follow up an announcement like that with a comment like that! Which shows you what kind of mood I'm in!

Ok, this is just a spazzy, nonsense post, and I'm just going to post it! So nrgh!

-Midi

Tar and feather me already! Get it over with!

Ok, so I was gone. NO, I did not fake being sick! I would'e only gotten 3.5 hours of sleep last night, if I had gone to la escuela. I got a migraine from being on the computer too long and staying up to do my English, hence I did not fall asleep till 2 AM. Not pretty.

So......I bartered a few extra hours of sleep for a day of slavitude in mi madre's service, which was why I was at Wal-Mart. Consequently looking at eyeliner. But hey! If I was going to be forced to be there, I might as well. And believe me, I hadn't wanted to go.

This may not seem like typical sickie behaviour, but my mother does not believe in sickie's getting rest because they are incapacitated. She believes that it is a fair trade off to make them work and do errands and such. Like going to Costco and lugging all the supersized, jumbo hot pockets and granola bars into the cart. Which I did. But I got a huge chocolate muffin in the bargain, so I'm not complaining.

Ah well, now I am off to do all the homework that I missed hoy. Ah, what a shame. And I hear that there is a supposed Chem test tomorrow? Ah, I shall definitely not be doing that! MUWAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!

Au revoir!

-Midori Ko

"'That thing you put on me, it broke!'" *snigger* I think I just drooled on the phone!"

Whoa, life just slapped me. Weird......

I'm sorry, hormones and strange fun weekends beat the crap out of me....I feel slightly battered and used, but in a good way, like an old baseball mitt that's been passed down a family of 5 boys.
Strange.....go check Mandy's blog if you want to see the main points...of Saturday at least. Friday, Mind and Mesonito and I watched The Village and then when I tried to kick them out, they just sat there. So they stayed for another hour till *bleep* called, and after some confusion where I learned that I'm not working where I thought I was and where I rebuked him for trying to go to bed at 8:20 on a freakin' Friday night!, he came over and we ran around and talked some more. And Mind and I stole *bleep*'s car keys. And moved his car down the road. And ran back to find him and Mason standing where his car used to be, him repeating "Oh no, what the heck did you do to my car?" And drove around the neighborhood on a wild goose chase, them actually believing that I was such a dunce as to forget where we stuck his freakin' car. And passed his car once, Mason saying, "Isn't that your car?" *bleep*, "No, no it isn't...." Mason, "Are you sure? It looks like it..." *bleep*, " I'm pretty sure." Me, "Naw, that's not it...." Mind,*resisting insane laughter*.

Eventually I led them back to it and we had a jolly good time till they left again. And then I went to work the next day and scrubbed the most disgusting, vile crap (literally) in the world. And then I went home and jumped in the shower and scrubbed like no other because I was convinced I was going to get Hanta's Virus and die.

*insert Mandy's post*

That was my lovely weekend.....so see ya frazzle razzles.

"The Lovely Day That the Girl Have Ever Seen" by Tia

"The girl was in her house. She was eating breakfast, waiting til she could go outside. She got her shoes and socks on, and her coat. She went out to play, and it was a lovely day. She saw the most beautiful butterflies, the beautiful flowers, and the beautiful trees. She climbed up one of the apple trees and she ate some apples. She had a lovely day and a lovely time.

She asked her mom if her friends could come over. On this lovely day they came over, and she had a lovely time. That evening, when her friends went home, she asked her momif her friends could sleep over. She said, "Yes." When they went to bed, they slept on her couch. They had a good time and when they woke up, they had breakfast and played games. They had really much fun. So much fun, every day she told her friends at school that she would play with them every time and every day they go to school and they go to play. They had a fine morning. She had a nice time everyday. So much fun. Fun, fun, fun.

Days and nights she always thought about the beautiful morning. Days and days, she thought there was too much days that were beautiful. One day that was beautiful, she ride her bike to the market. Every day she thought about the beautiful mornings and the beautiful nights. She thought every day her friends would come over, cuz it was a lovely day. That's why her mom let friends come over. It was a lovely day with the lovely grass and the beautiful mornings and the beautiful nights."

You're all thinking, "What the heck is this crazy child doing? How the heck is she getting A's in English with that crud?" Well, only Kym will get it. But I'm not worried. Though it does make me freaking home-sick for Nuevo Mexico *disconsolable cry*! Seriously, as I read/typed this up, I remembered actually making this story up and dictating it to my teacher. I remember envisioning the "beautiful butterflies" and how my friends would always come over because it was always a "lovely day". *sigh*......you just can't get those good times back again. BUt you can make new ones to remember later at least.

AH! Gotta run! Folks'll kill me if they catch me on!

-Midori

Yay!

Your Brain is 73.33% Female, 26.67% Male

Your brain leans female You think with our heart, not your head Sweet and considerate, you are a giver But you're tough enough not to let anyone take advantage of you!

Woowoo....

TEN Random Things About Me that you probably didn't know:
10. I LOVE craisins in spinach salads with vinegar drizzled on top. And boiled eggs in it too!
9. Bright neon lights cause my brain to fritz and blank out like a Mac computer when you try to save on it.
8. My sister and I have the same middle name (Ko).
7. I actually dearly love my brother, as spasmodically screwed up as he is.
6. I have to have something to hang my hand on when I sleep or else I toss around forever.
5. I won $100 at my brothers football game when I was 5.
4. I'm a sucker for flattery. Mostly if it's from guys though....: D
3. I abhor the hot mustard that my family gets with their pork and seed when we go to Goldenstar in Boise. The very smell makes me nauseous.
2. At one time in my life I wanted a lip ring (but only so I could play with it with my tongue).
1. I wish that the media would die and everyone be made equally beautiful/ugly so that we'd be forced to acknowledge personality over beauty.

NINE Places I've Visited:
9. Santa Fe
8. Boise
7. That disturbed bathroom at the rest stop near Baker City...scary...
8. Spain, in my dreams (literally)
7. Lagoon in the middle of April in the freezing rain (best freaking trip to an amusement park ever!)
6. The Tram in Albuquerque where I practically wet myself. There was even someone riding on top while we went!!!!
5. The Pasco Farmer's Market
4. The Los Lunas Farmer's Market (Sorry, but it was WAY better. Especially when they roasted the chilis......yeah.....)
3. The Albuquerque Balloon Festival (freakin' awesome, that)
2. The top of the Stratosphere
1. The Adventuredome

EIGHT Things I want to do before I die:
8. Meet a sox-rockin' guy
7. Jump out of an airplane
6. Ride around Europe on a vespa
5. Learn to love veggies (or at least love being healthy and looking it)
4. Speak 7 languages
3. See Willy financially-independent and married to someone more like my sis, and less like all the girls he hangs out with
2. When someone says that their "Fine." in reply to "How are you?", they're lying so miserably it makes me want to shake them and scream in their face, "NO YOU'RE NOT!!!!"
1. Take belly-dancing classes

SEVEN Ways to win my heart:
7. Support me and never make me feel awkward and/or stupid
6. Love me for me
5. Witness my life, no matter how boring or tragic it gets
4. Not gibe me about my clumsiness/height
3. Not care about my clumsiness/height
2. Someone that would laugh at themselves when they trip down the bleachers in front of everyone during an assembly.
1. Wooing me, even when I've already been won.

SIX Things I believe:
6. PMS is really just an excuse for girls to let out their emotions. Guys have to make war to rid themselves of theirs.
5. Every little thing you do effects you for better or for worse.
4. The world is a vampire....
3. People are afraid and closeminded because they don't want to put forth the effort to realize change or change themselves.
2. There is nothing more important than your family and your friends.
1. God is always taking care of the world, even when we're being twits or it seems like an apocalypse is near.

FIVE Things I'm afraid of:
5. Despair (the loss of all hope)
4. Ferris Wheels
3. Ski Lifts
2. Large bodies of water
1. Losing my hair by the time I'm 20

FOUR of my Favorite Items in my bedroom:
4. Stereo!!!
3. Hair Dryer
2. Books! (I think these should count can one)
1. Something from New Mexico

THREE Things I do everyday:
3. Eat
2. Sleep
1. Breathe

TWO Things I am trying not to do right now:
2. Get fatter....but I'm not doing a very good job *gets up to check on cookies*
1. Feel pitiful....not working

ONE Person I want to see right now:
1. The Muffin Man

"In the summer, when I'm bigger...."

*Wide, lazy grin*

I read SquidSquid's blog. That helped. And now I must reenact my own version of the weekends pleasures.....

Day 1

After being stranded at my own casa with one high-maintenance bro and his brood of Satan's spawn for2 days, I firmly washed my hands of all that is my own and abandonded ship for Squid-child's house. Happily bumping around on the bus home, contemplating the wondrous things we were to do; benefiting Mesonito with our fab love letters, going to Kirsten's to say hi, and watching Alice in Wonderland (I can't help it! I'm addicted to anything that involves Disney and probably 300 pounds of crack). But because we are such sadly un-punctual children, we spend 2 hours perfecting Mesonito's letters. The extent of my letter is "Mesonito- You're a hottie with a naughty body! Tia P.S. You're delicious!" so obviously this is because Squid-child spent the whole time writing hers in ink in pain-staking cursive!

So, eventually we left, with firm instructions to return before night fell, slowly making our way towards le idiot's house. We dropped several things on the way, including Squid's carmex, crackers, 1 piece of paper, my love note, and very nearly my chains. After frantically biking across Edison, we dropped our bikes and confronted the child, firmly asking as soon as the door opened, "Where is your sink?" as my hands had the distinct smell of skunk according to both Squid and Mesonito.

Despues showing our hard work, Mesonito left, allowing us the free movement through his basement, which included his room. Having already decided that it would be far cleaner than any sane teenage boy's should be, we took a peek. And of course, screwed everything up. Believe you me, that room is much better in the atmospheric way now....anywho, we played with his toy cars, poems, "effing" bead gun, and so on. Eventually, after blindly denying it, we gave in to the dark night and left, dragging Mesonito out with us.....which we now hartily regret, as he dragged us down the most Godforsaken path I have ever been on, leading us far from Squid-thing's home. My calf's still hurt like bloomin' a, you don't even know.

Sadly, here is where we did the unthinkable and tried to lie to Squid-lover's parents as we were at least an hour past curfew....not fun. Did not work. I stood at the door as Squid-girl tried to explain, watching as her mother repeated throughout our painstakingly thought out story, "You're screwed...." Mildly depressing that. Scratch. MAJORLY depressing.

We saw Mesonito off and finished the night on SquiSqui's shed and in her bed. With a bit of Alice in Wonderland in between.

Day 2

Waking up is hard to do, and I don't mean because Squid-possessed-child was convulsing on the bed screaming, "MOTHERERERER!!!!!" We basically spent the morn doing nothing and ran off on a walk on the hill, where we communed with Mesonito and promptly invited him over, as he is very easy to play with (being free all the time and having a mode of transportation aka a car).

He came, we walked, we sat in Squid-child's kitchen chucking choco chips around, we went to the park. We slyly locked him out of his car as he stupidly got out to throw something away. We laughed hysterically as he screamed and pleaded. We gasped in pain from the racking laughs brought on by his most beauteous expression of dismay/oh-crap-I've-let-T-and-M-in-my-car-with-the-keys look. He ran wildly around the vehicle as I tried to unroll windows to negotiate terms of return to the automobile. She ran away, frightened of an exsplosion!, as I mistakenly revved the engine. He somehow gained access and promptly trying to regain control of his dad's car.

After that frighteningly hilarious episode, we retired to the park where I quickly got pushed down the slide twice, both times backwards with 2 bodies of force pushing me. We then got to the shed roof again, quite certainly one of my favorite spots to be, only leaving when the aforementioned angry mother said that my parentals would soon arrive to carry me home. Feeling bad about leaving Mesonito alone downstairs, Squid-girl allowed him to see her room, though I must say he shall never glimpse mine while living. Mis padres came, and I floated home in a cloud of fluffiness and Krisy Kremes. More like in a civic with muchos pillows and shopping bags. Though, yes, there still were Krispy Kremes....

: )

wow.....I feel emotionally drained. And rather prickled.

so, I'm feeling rather partied out. I've been holed up at Squiddy's all weekend, and then I came home and left straight away for a hockey game. Too much, I'm afraid.

And, to top it all off, I feel pathetically sad. Not depressed. But pathetic. I don't much want to say why, but don't bother about it. I'll get over it. Probably sooner than I should. Oh well.

Well.....ok. I feel bad about Squid's parents, and about fixing too much attention on a certain Angel of Death. I really don't want to, but Squid-Child is right, he's the new thing around. Man, I hate that.

*strangled guttural sound* Man, Kimmy was right. I do only write posts when I'm depressed. And now I can't concentrate on this because I'm talking to the Squiddy-one. Oy vey. But don't lose hope yet! I shall in time conquer my idiotic tendencies.

-Midori

Take my puppy everywhere....Lalalala...I wouldn't care....

Cool....I just got a job!

Yeah, so I realize that you've all probably given up on me by now, and I'm sorry, but.......yeah.....

Well, in any case I am being forced to write this by Renny, cheese/beans smell ing hands and all, but whatever. I should be doing my math, since I am about 3 assignments behind...but I'm not. So simply logical that I don't know why I didn't think about it before.

Anywho, I am lazy and wanting to play Hexic, so I shall leave you and write again another time, when I am feeling more sociable. Ciao!

-Midori Ko

jolly ranchers + incense + hot running water + sardonic writings by British folk = the cure for the common cold

Blah, blah BLAH, blah blah...

So, today was speshal. No particular reason. But because of past infractions on my health, I am sick and afflicted, hence I shall be abstaining from attending our similar institute of higher learning on the morrow. Furthermore, there is a high likelihood that i will be detained from mutual also. Therefore my contact with the human society will be limited, especially such as would be obtained by being around "youth" such as yourselves. Because of this minimal communication, I shall now speak as if I were Professor Higgins from "My Fair Lady", due to my disconnection from the "slang" of the English language.

Forgive my maladroit efforts at conversing without a selfish consideration. My mind is currently occupied with the harsh poundings near the back of my temporal lobe. And the uproarious males residing in my residencial area. So, life is leisurely waltzing along, creeping along the freeway, constantly in threat of being the next dinner for any local rednecks in search of some roadside roasts. And in the name of Hitler's leiderhosen! My brain feels bad!

Ok, in due to me mind and me sanity, which may have already been lost, I'm going to end this. Luv y'all! Enjoy life without me!

-Midori

"It appears your film's, uh, been interrupted...because you're a maggot."

La...lalalalaLA...lalalalaLAAAA! Lalalalala....lalalalala....lalalalala..NININININIIIIIIIIIIIII!!!!!!!!!

Oh, those almost angelical bunnies...their ethereal chords striking oneself in such a manner as to produce the purest form of joy that has been felt. So untouched and unsullied...such lyircal wonders could hardly be copied let alone rendered beauteous by any other performer.

Whoa! My brain just totally turned on and it is not even during the school week. Holy! It's so unreliable! It just goes on automatic, ignores me when I need it, and whirs up when I'm trying to relax. Nrgh....

So, if you want to know about my day, read Renny's blog, pretty much. It was good fun, especially the walk to Krissy's house, where we stopped at several different places on the way to warm our frozen bodies. RedRum!

The rest of today consisted of laying around with Squid-Child, watching random things on the internet, ("I am alone...and you are a maggot!") and not cooking my banana bread enough, so that the middle was doughy (I still ate it (Mandy made me put choco chips in it, which really just made it into cookie bread, but whatever)). It was jolly good fun. And now I am sitting at the puter with my blanket wrapped tightly around me, listening to Queen, playing Hexic, and trying to write this blog, which is harder than you'd think, considering the distracting voices in my head, quoting random movies and stupid internet videos....Wendy, give me the bat...

In any case, life is swell, though my Spanish presentation still isn't done. *guilty look* Poor Ashley...I'm such a frustrating partner. And my hair is clean! Which is random, yet good, cause I'll tell ya, it was getting pretty freaky there...........

............................*awkward silence*.................................

O...k....we'll not discuss that here. Instead we will close with a bunch of random statements that will make no sense to almost anyone and will not be appreciated by them either, but I must use in order to keep up the appearance of insanity....whatever.

She keeps some Moet and Chandon, in a pretty cabinet.
"Let them eat cake." she says, just like Marie Antoinette!!!
A built in remedy for Kruchnov and Kennedy.
At anytime, an invitation you can decline...

Caviar and cigarettes, well versed in ettiquette
Extraordinarily NICE!
She's a killer...queEENN!!!
Gun powder, gelotine,
Dynamite with a laser beam!
Guaranteed to blow your mind!
Anytime!!!!

To avoid complications, she never kept the same address,
In conversation, she spoke just like a baroness...
Met a man from China, went down to Geisha Minuh.
Then again, incidentally, she was that way inclined....

Perfume came naturally from Paris,
Because she couldn't care less....
Prestigious and Precise!

Wanna try?

"WHOA! The red crayon I licked this morning is still in my pocket!"

*mad giggling by Ren*

Whoa, that lasted like 111 minutes....or something.....man, I never thought such noises could come out of somebody. But Renny proved me wrong. I shall never be surprised again. NEVER!

"Random Mad Sputterings by Ren! 111 minutes of pure unforced sounds, naturally caused by the purest idiotical random wittiscms by such famed randomositers as Katy, Kim, and the sweet blatherings of Tia. Nothing will prepare you for these pure, unadulterated noises. You might expect to pay $39.99 for this fabulous collection, but NO! With us you can pay 3 easy installments of $119.95! And if you call and order now, you can also recieve "Peace of Mind" for only 34.95! (call now, at 801-867-5309)"

"Schoolgirl on Being Hot and How to Talk to Girls....."

Next time a frog leaps for your throat, just stick your hand up, channel that attitude, and say, "Oh, no you di'n't!!"

"Boogidy! Boogidy! I'll scare your dad!"

"DO NOT RESUSCITATE"

"I like the hite...hot.hot.hot.hot guys..."

....-_-........o_-.......O_o........O_O...............

*tweak*

I have nothing to say. I should be researching and translating things for Spanish, or at least attempting to study for the-heinous-test-in-that-class-which-shall-not-be-*cough*.....buuuuutttt........I'm not. Instead I am digesting large amounts of what appears to be a fat gellous substance with pure sugar injected through the outer layer. Wow. Fat can't even begin to describe how I feel.

So.......I think tomorrow I'll go sledding and maybe I'll drag my/Mandy's Matt with me. I feel bad because I didn't have a snowball fight with him. I'm ticked that I didn't drag him a long with me to Mandy's house. We would have had a better chance with him on our side!

Man.....

Ugh. I feel the chocolate alright.

WHOA! THERE'S PEOPLE OUT THERE! I'll see if they want to run away with me.....

Greetings from Boise.

Hey, sweets! I am just apologizing for not keeping all the plans that I made. Like going to the dance. I'm sorry, but it's a little hard to go to a dance in Kennewick when you are in a completely different state. yes, I am in Boise. It was an abrupt thing. Literally. I was in the dressing room at JCPenney's when my mom opens the door and says, we're going to Boise.

So just like that, we go. And it was a long and interesting thing, I'll tell ya.

So, Happy New Years. I love you all!