August 29, 2003
HI! I'm a school right now. I'm not sure if blogging is allowed during school hours because they banned email this year. Bummer, dude. Oh well. Less time on the internet is a good thing, I guess. I wonder wonder wonder, what's in a wonder ball! actually, I wonder what we're going to do in PE today, because I hope it's not running. I guess I don't mind running too much. I didn't really mind the block schedule we had Wed. and Thrus. either, although a lot of people did. I think that my middle school prepared me for note-taking, just 'cause I can sit and take notes for a lot longer than most people in my other classes. It's interesting, because I don't think of my middle school as a 'note-taking' school, more of a hands-on school. Oh well. Maybe it's just me. I'll talk to you later!
** humming my own little tune at 8:09:00 AM
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August 26, 2003
Finally, Margarita asked a wise man who made flannel bowls what she should do. The man looked at her for a few seconds and then said in a whisper "Go West, Young Man!" Margarita looked at him for a second, wondering if she should point out the she was a girl. Deciding she should just leave, she did. She told her parents what the old man had said, and her parents took it to heart. They left their "parents" and headed west. The only way they could do it was in a covered wagon. As cars passed them on the interstates, people would throw them money, because, if one is travelling on a highway in a covered wagon, it is either Frontiersman Day, or you need some money, FAST. However, because Ricardo did not know this tradition, he assumed that the people were just being nice.
** humming my own little tune at 8:10:00 PM
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August 25, 2003
School started again today. Isn't that nice? It's not actually that bad, now that it's started and there's no turning back. Oh well. So, Today, we were going to find out about Margarita's next stage of her journey. HOWEVER, seeing as I have a piano-lesson in a few minutes and that I've become rather bored with this whole thing, AND that my "friend" still isn't telling me her address, I'm going to wait until tomorrow. to tell you about Ricardo and Ruth and Margarita. So Long.
** humming my own little tune at 4:18:00 PM
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August 24, 2003
Welcome to the Kristen Network of random things and 'entertaining' tales. Now we are back with Margarita's Life. As very few of you took the poll, it is hard to bring those opinions into the plot-line, but I will try. On the final poll, 3 things tied. (drum roll, please) 1) Margarita will make a sandwich 2) Margarita will become obsessed with ostriches 3) Margarita will turn out to be a spy from New Zealand. Seeing as all of these things would make PERFECT sense with the story, we'll have to change them a bit. "She will make a sandwich" is an anagram for wickedness willa ham ah Which, as any sane person would see, is ganster talk for "Wickedness will harm all". See, isn't that more fun? The next opinion is "she will be a spy from New Zealand" which, cleary is an anagram for "Reemphasized Flannel Bowls Way" which obviously states that the street call "Flannel Bowls Way" (because of the flannel-bowl factory on that street) has been re-paved, so that people notice it. Isn't that loverly? The final option of the three is "She will become obsessed with ostriches" which, believe it or not, is an anagram for "bellwethers bewitched sims coo shoes is". Now, that is a tricky one to decipher, but once you do, it becomes quite clear. Step by step, now. Bellwethers are sheep-herders and Sims are those nice people on the computer game. Therefore, it seems that the sheep-dudes have harmed, or bewitched, their sim-family by using voodoo, or something. Now, seeing as medieval sheep herders didn't have very good grammer, the rest of it falls into place. Obviously, Coo shoes were the popular type of shoes then, therefore they were 'is' or 'in'. It all makes perfect sense. Join in next to find out what "Flannel Bowls Way" "Wickedness will harm all" and "computer-addicted shoe-wearing sheep herders" have to do with Margarita's Life!!!!!!!!!!!!!
** humming my own little tune at 12:06:00 PM
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August 23, 2003
Alright! I have decided that all my friends are going to have their own blogs, and then we can be one big blogging-group of friends. So click on BLOGGER and start up. Please leave a comment for me, so I know what your Blog address is. THANKS and GOOD LUCK!
BLOGGER ** humming my own little tune at 12:02:00 PM
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Google Toolbar has a new BLOG button, huh, does it work?And Now For Something...Completely Different: "So this is it, I suppose. My life. My blog. Blog...that's a fun word to say. Almost as much fun as 'smock.'"
** humming my own little tune at 10:20:00 AM
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August 22, 2003
Okie Dokie Folks! It has come down to the last FOUR (4)(IV) options for Margarita's Fate. Please vote below.
Thank you very much!
** humming my own little tune at 5:39:00 PM
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August 21, 2003
Well, school starts in less than 12 hours, and here I am, wasting away my remaining freedom messing around on the internet. I'm terrible. I should be doing some adventure of some kind, but here I am, typing about how I'm not doing anything fun or exciting. Emily just told me about some woman who was attacked my a shark in California. That's terrible. I wish I was more like Emily. She was very upset that she was not at that beach yesterday to safe that woman. I didn't feel that bad. I mean it was horrible, but I didn't really feel guitly about not saving her. Well. That's what you get for being little inconsiderate me. Wish me luck at school (groan) tomorrrow.
** humming my own little tune at 8:50:00 PM
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Well, I just wanted to give a heartfelt thank you for whomever rated my blog a HORRIBLE. I usually feel that most people are good people, but thanks to you, I now realize the truth. Although you could be kind and considerate, some people choose to be not-so. It's easier, and sometimes more fun for you. But I still don't get it, really. Would people really do something rude and inconsiderate to let themselves have a laugh, even though the other person suddenly feels worse? Actually, I don't mind the HORRIBLE rating so much, it's the thought that counts, and that's what I mind. So, think about it, guys. I mean, come on! Act a little less human once in a while.
** humming my own little tune at 9:37:00 AM
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As we wait on the fate of Margarita, let's do something different. My good friends, Morgan and Shrimp, came to visit yesterday. They're moving away on Saturday, to California. They were never the best of friends, but we sure did have fun together. We wouldn't have seen eachother very often, 'cause they were going to a different high-school, anyway. But it kinda hits you hard when they actually MOVE hundreds of miles away. Bummer, dude. My best friends moved away 4 years ago. That was extreamly hard on me. Them, too. But, life is usually good. I'm happy at where I am. Today, school starts for my sister, and I start on Friday (tomorrow). I'm not excited. I love the summer. I went to visit my old teachers yesterday, from middle school. They seem really good. I wish I was in middle school. Those years were really reallly really fun for me. Well, I have to go take a shower, we're going out for a before-school-starts dinner. Over and out!
** humming my own little tune at 9:28:00 AM
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August 19, 2003
Three, Two, One, and We're back with Margarita's Life, the true and un-fiddled with story of Margarita, and her desperate search to find her long, long, long lost summer-days. Margarita was so busy she never had time to sleep over at her friend's house, or be on the neighborhood swim team, or even play a game of Groundies. It was a sad, sad time for little miss Margarita, she didn't know what her future would hold, as hardley ANYBODY has voted on the poll yet! I voted six times, so I don't count those, and then someone else voted once. So, before I can tell you whether Margarita and her family would start growing blueberry bushes, MORE PEOPLE MUST VOTE! We need your opinion! If you vote now, we'll include a free trip to your hometown school! At a $000,000.00 value, this deal you can't pass up. Please click below and vote on your choice. There is no wrong answer! This is for real! No, you are not dreaming. Okay, enough of the fake-advertising. I hope that you vote. Margarita is DYING to know....
** humming my own little tune at 9:44:00 PM
I would like to dedicate this posts to my lovely readers. I feel a surg of happiness whenever one of you leave a comment. Tears come to my eyes when ever I hear how random I am. As some one once said "A rose by any other name would smell as sweet." That really speaks to me, and I think that all of my dedicated visitors should know that. Well, That's enough of that. Oh, and if "someone" was interested in putting comment -buttons on their site, click my comment buttons, and follow the link at the very top of the new window. Or, I suppose you could just click HERE And then you could press INSTALL once you were on the site. It doesn't really install things on your computer. It's okay. I confused me too. SO LONG!
So long, farewell, auf Wiedersehen, adieu Adieu, adieu to you and you and you!
August 18, 2003
So, now we're back with the Unforgetable and Inconcievable Margarita and her so-called LIFE I watched The Princess Bride today. It was good. I like the Spainard, even though I don't really know what is name is. I think it's Indigo, but I'm not quite sure. I should read the book. Books usually make pronoucing things harder than movies, but I can't understand anything the-one-I-call-Indigo says anyway. And half the time I can't understand the giant guy either. I can usually understand Wesley. He's cool. I wish Buttercup wasn't such a "girly-girl". It makes me angry. "Oh Wesley, Save me! Save me! Save me!" UUGGHHH. OH WELL NOW BACK TO MARGARITA! I like this font color, don't you. It makes me shout with joy. Oh, and if you feel like, or even if you don't feel like it, please comment on this entry or any other entry you prefer with the lovely comment buttons I made. I would greatly appreciate it. ANYWAY, continuing. (Wow I have no idea whether that is spelled right) After traveling North for several miles, Margarita's family landed in the most interesting part of the US, Ohio. This is where Ricardo and Ruth picked up some older people from the highway, and called them their "parents". Even though their new-found parents looked nothing like them, they acted like family, and that was enough for Ricardo. So, Ricardo and Ruth lived in OHIO for a few years, until they became deathly bored with the place. The most interesting thing that would happen is that one farmer-dude would hire Ricardo because another farmerman claimed his wife was doin' witchcraft. Then Ricardo, with the help of Margarita would stop the witch trials and such. This is how Margarita got all sorts of weird supersitions and adventures in her bones. Tune in tomorrow for "Margarita's Life: "Go West, Young Swedish-Person". This is Me for My BLOG saying goodnight and sweetest dreams....
Sweet dreams, be yours dear if dreams there be Sweet dreams to carry you close to me I wish they may and I wish they might So goodnight, my someone, goodnight
TESTING TESTING
** humming my own little tune at 10:43:00 AM
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August 17, 2003
Yes, I know this isn't the same color as below. Some people just can't stop complaining!. Anyway... So after fighting the storms across the Pacific in their rowboat (Don't ask, if you were going to ask why they were crossing the Pacific Ocean in a rowboat. Bad Idea) They finally reached Panama, and landed in the exact same place where Balboa first saw the Pacific Ocean. Now, however, I must interrupt this story to tell you why they were pedalling in a rowboat, because if I don't, Margarita will never forgive me. They were travelling in a row boat because it was the only one that was close enough to the surface of the sea for Ricardo to catch fish. Ricardo had very short hands. It was because of this voyage that Margarita first became peeved with her parents. So, they landed in Panama, and this is where Ricardo and Ruth first became 'into' Southern America. Since that first landing in America, they have visited South America almost every year. This concludes today's session
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I'm enjoying all my font colors, aren't you? Well, for the amusement of my 'friend', let's call her 'Margarita', I have decided to write 'Margarita's' life for all of you. Perhaps this wil persuade her to tell me her blog address, because, it's very annoying for her not to telll me. ARGGGG. Well, here it goes. Margarita was born in Sweden (or was it Denmark, huh. No te recordo) Anyway, after several years of bad farming, Margarita's father, let's call him Ricardo, told his family "I'm tired of living-off three year old cucumbers! Let's go to America!" Her mother, let's call her 'Ruth', then broke into song.
I like to be in America! Okay by me in America! Everything free in America For a small fee in America
Of course, this was all in an Puerto Rican accent. Si Si! So Margarita's family traveled across Europe, and then across Asia, (because Ricardo LOVED sight-seeing), and then traveled across The Pacific Ocean. Through all this, the only thing Margarita did, was read. That's how she's so smart. Will Ricardo and Ruth and Margarita enjoy their new life in California? Will Margarita get to be on "The Smartest Kids in America" TV show? Will Ricardo truly give up old cucumbers? Join us next time for Margarita's LIFE.
** humming my own little tune at 5:25:00 PM
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August 16, 2003
I've been thinking. Yeah, actually, I do that alot, believe it or not. So, last year, when Katie didn't come for lunch for some reason, Amanda and I were taking about mirrors. This was after Matt and I had talked about alternative universes and windows and dreams, and how everything you dream is actually a world you create, and as soon as you stop dreaming, everything disapears in that world. And about how we are probably in a dream, but it's someone else's dream, and so we were just created for that person's amusement.
Anyway, then Amanda and I started taking about mirrors and it was crazy. Mirrors were a window into another world, and the person in the mirror isn't you, she just acts a lot the same. Or maybe she is the same. Or maybe she is the you in your dream, and the dream-world doesn't really disapear you you wake up, it just keeps going, until you dream it again. Yikes, my head is hurting.
** humming my own little tune at 10:38:00 AM
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Hello. Do you like my new font color? I think that it is beautiful. Much better than boring BLACKWouldn't you agree? Well, I really shouldn't be doing this. I have a LOT better things to do, like history homework. Can you believe it, we have history in the summer. It's bad enough we have to read books (which I like doing anyway), but reading and making a timeline about HISTORY. Bah! That's what I say.
Oh well. Let's see. School starts in 6 days. I really should do that history, shouldn't I? Well, see you later, then
TOODLES!
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