Mad poppll

Nothing more than procrastination today. Got a haircut. Ate pasta. The end. Nothing much. It's Good Friday. Based on my posts, you can tell that I'm Catholic. Good job, internet.

Goodbye. For the record, the last post's reference was to the game Mad Father, in the true ending, when *SPOILER!* Maria is helping Aya with Jean. Maria is in the other room, and she compares Aya with her wackadoodle excuse for a father, saying something like, 'Like father like daughter' or something. We move to the credits after Maria calls Aya 'Doctor', which was what she called Aya's crazy dad. Why's he crazy? Well, they do call him a 'Mad Father', if you know what I mean.

I didn't actually play it to the end. I just got up to the part right past 'The Abyss' which was far enough for me. Ariel and I just watched Pewdiepie play it after that. The spell check on my computer continues to baffle me. They don't recognize a lot of important phrases, but they understand Pewdiepie?

So long, internet. (Running out of references!) Good luck Charlie, whoever you are. (fail reference)

DOUBLE FEATURE!

Hello, internet! Since I feel so bad about missing so many days, I present you with...
A DOUBLE FEATURE!
Now, I'm not sure exactly what I should do for the second part of it... Or the first. Not much has been going on.

Perhaps I can share with you a sneak peak of my latest book. Won't tell you the plot, but I just want your critique. I didn't get much done in it, so I'll also share some of my other books. Actually, change of plans. I forgot to save that one. But I can share with you my other ones. Here is one that I had planned, but it didn't get very far with all the promos among my class.

Super 11:

                There was only one word to describe it. Ashley Jackson was abnormal. Sure, she looked as normal as any eleven year old girl, but you should never judge a book by its cover. Little did the world know that their fate rested in the hands of a young sixth grade girl.

                The bell rang in Ashley’s ears, echoing in her head. She looked up to see her teacher’s glaring face, along with the puzzled expressions on her classmates’ faces. Mr. Smith sighed and walked back to his desk to mark Ashley’s 5^th midday nap since 1^st period as much of her class packed their bags and left for the lunch period. Ashley walked out of the classroom with her two best friends, Hannah and Emily, and a note for her parents.

                “Honestly, Ashley, how easy does a question need to be for you to not fall asleep to answer it?” Hannah asked, followed by several nods from Emily, whose dark shoulder-length hair flew up and fell down around her tan face.

                “One more note and your parents are going to kill you!”

                “I know, I know. The thing is…” Ashley struggled for an excuse. The smart girls weren't easily fooled by Ashley’s tales of howling dogs at night and rush hour happening early at 2:00 AM. “I have a sleep disorder. The teachers don’t know because it’s embarrassing.”

                “So why are your parents going to kill you?” Hannah argued. “If you have a disorder, shouldn't your parents be the first to know? Besides you, of course.”

                “Yeah, Ashley. You've told us a lot of stories, and this is insane. We’re your best friends! It can’t be that hard to keep a secret? What about that one time in the 3^rd grade when you told me about your… soggy bed issue?” Emily said, attempting a wink but ending up blinking three times. She couldn't control her body very well, and could hardly keep from smacking whoever was near her for no reason. The doctors refused to believe she was ill.

                “Guys, I really want to tell you, but I can’t! Come on, I already have a whole wall filled with the notes from school. I ran out of room on my cork board so my parents started taping them to my door. I don’t want them to move on to my walls until I’m at least 7^th grade.” Ashley shouted, walking away rather quickly. She had met Emily in the 2^nd grade, when they were put in the same class, and from the day they met they were together whenever possible. When they reached 5^th grade, Hannah came in, shyer than they’d ever known a person to be. Emily’s likeable and bubbly personality managed to befriend her, and Ashley was soon friends with Hannah as well. So began their little triangle of friendship. As Emily and Hannah entered the science lab, the bell ceased. The two sat down and opened their notebooks, met by glares from Ashley.

So how was that? And now, another tale. This one I have big plans for. Although, Alicia was designing the costumes and got none done. She finished all of them before, but forgot that they needed to be medieval.

Secret Service Girls:

            All was well in the kingdom of Esthia. The light Sunday breeze whistled in the air, as the villagers strolled around the market. The castle gleamed in the afternoon sun, its sentry towers rising high above the ground upon which the people it protected stood. However, through the walls of the castle, up upon the third floor, things were troubling the young Prince Charles. Albeit many people envied his luxurious ways, he envied their carelessness, their ability to forget their troubles and dance in celebration of his birthday, which just so happened to fall on a very unfortunate day. He dressed in his best outfit and walked down the elegant marble stairs, catching the gaze of all the guests there for the banquet in honor of him. He sat down at the right-hand side of his father, the kind King Luxor. He watched as the strangers danced around the ballroom. Eventually, Prince Charles begged his parents to be excused so he could relax for a moment in his bedroom. Reluctantly, they obliged.

            Ignoring the stares from the dancers, Prince Charles marched up the stairs and to his quarters. He reached for the door, but was alerted by a clattering. He gazed down the railing, but nothing seemed out of the ordinary. He opened the door a bit and caught the gaze of a girl. Her outfit entirely in black, including her short hair, she had her fist buried in his private box, which was filled with precious gems from foreign lands. Angered, he began to approach the girl.

            “Excuse me, but what in the world do you think you’re doing?” the prince demanded. Her shocked stare locked firmly on him, the girl began to back towards the window, through which she had clearly entered. “No, I don’t want to harm you; I’d just like my jewels back!”

            “And waste all of my hard work? No thanks, kid.” She continued to back up. Furious, the prince approached her. As she backed away panicking, she tripped and fell backwards. She was so close to the window that she began to lose her balance and doubled over backwards through the window. Charles didn’t want to kill anyone on his birthday, so he leapt forward and grasped her wrist. The girl quickly regained balance, but then saluted and jumped out, but not before Charles had managed to grab a necklace off of her. He watched the girl run away from the castle, gems and rope in her arms. He examined the necklace. The string had ripped, but it was a very thin, scratchy one. The pendant slid off of the frayed, beige string, crashing to the floor. It caused no apparent damage to the pendant, which was a light purple. The swirls were not painted on, and the jewel appeared to be very real. This gem was authentic, possibly worth a whole bag of gold. And though the gems she had taken were valuable, the girl wouldn’t be gaining any profit; only losing her necklace. The gems were easily replaceable, but the necklace probably had sentimental value. On the back of it was inscribed, ‘To my love, my one and only’. Charles pondered what had just happened.

            Taleeya was ecstatic. With the gems she had managed to snatch from the prince’s room, she would be rich beyond belief! She raced to her little tree house, or rather, just a tree. She looked at her pile of stolen goods. Over the years, she had perfected her techniques of theft. As Taleeya gazed into a mirror she had stolen from a travelling merchant one spring day, she instantly dropped the gems and her rope. She panicked, feeling all over her clothes, blackened from mud and dirt, but to no avail. Her necklace was gone.

            Prince Charles considered his options at the moment. He could tell his parents, in which case they would send out the whole army to kill that girl. He would get the jewels back, but his mother would kill him for losing them in the first place. His other option was to keep quiet. His thoughts were interrupted by a whistling sound from outside. He gazed out the window the girl had come in through. An army of soldiers dressed in iron chest plates were gathering outside the castle, encircling it for as far as the eye could see. Charles’ sensitive ears still heard the merrymaking in the ballroom, so obviously he was the only one to notice in the castle. The villagers, on the other hand, didn’t seem to be faring too well. Parts of the village burned a fiery red, the grey smoke rising from the rooftops. Frightful that his birthday would also be the date of his passing, Charles raced down the stairs, screaming.

            “Charles, dear, what has happened?” Queen Penelope asked.

            “Mother, father, the castle is surrounded!” Charles shouted. The ballroom instantly quieted. His father’s face turned worried. Summoning the guards, he gathered his family of three. Wielding a sword from the display, he shooed away his wife and only son, allowing a soldier to escort them to safety. Replacing his golden crown with an iron helmet from the display, the king disappeared into the battlefield. After a few moments, a cry was heard. King Luxor had fallen.

Nice font, huh? I just copied and pasted the work. There's one more paragraph after this, but I decided to leave it a mystery. Some of the things in here are based off of other people's creations, but nothing is identical. For example, I love Minecraft, and music. So I found CaptainSparklez parody of Viva la Vida, 'Fallen Kingdom'. Did you see the reference? I'll show you: "Replacing his golden crown with an iron helmet from the display, the king disappeared into the battlefield." Remember the part when the king took off his crown and picked up the diamond helmet, so he could go fight? That's what I was picturing.

So... nothing happened today. Except procrastination. And with that, I bid you farewell... Doctor. (Reference, not as widely known as the others...

The Witch's House

Wow guys, really sorry about this. Ironically, I thought that being on vacation would give me MORE time to blog, allowing me to do even longer posts every day. So... I figured I'd stop telling you about Friday. Here's Sunday for me. I went to my grandmother's house. My cousins, Ariel and I played 'The Witch's House'. For your sake, here are my cousins.

1. Matt-The oldest. 1 year older than Ariel. Really nice, really funny, atheist, fellow Minecrafter
2. Mel-2nd oldest. 1 year older than me. Does a YouTube series with me. Can be bossy. Best bonds with Mike. Best bonds with me.
3. Mike-3rd oldest. Most annoying. Family's favorite joke about him: "It doesn't matter if someone kidnaps Mike. They'll just give him back after 2 minutes with him."
4. Miley-The youngest. His alias comes from Mel's nickname for him. Adorable, stubborn selfish and bratty.

So "The Witch's House" is basically the scariest game I've ever played. SPOILER ALERT: If you haven't played the game and don't want it spoiled, skip the next paragraph.

So we started in the forest, originally just me, Matt, and Ariel. Mel and Mike were playing on their iPod's in the backgroud. Miley was upstairs eating cheese. Yes, cheese. So then we started in the forest. We saw the cat, and Matt suggested voicing the characters. So, since we hadn't gotten very far, I was the cat, Ariel was all the creatures, and Matt was all the messages. Then I soon learnt that the cat had very few lines. Most of them simply being, 'Yo.' I got sad. Then Mike and Mel joined in the fun later. The teddy bear chased us once until we figured out how to escape. Then later on, when we got to the creepy red skull/dog thingy, it took us at least 20 times before we figured it out. And that was an accident. We had just finished the mirror one until my cousins had to leave.

Spoiler OVER! During the really scary part, it got so hard that we had to do it over and over and over and over and over... Every single time we died, I screamed so loud. Mike, who is only 5, the first time ONLY, said, 'Woah'. It went something like this:

1. Me: 'AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!' Mike: 'Woah!'
2. Me: 'AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!'
3. Me: 'AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!'
4. Me: 'AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!'
5. Me: 'AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!'
6. Me: 'AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!'
7. Me: 'AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!'
8. Me: 'AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!'
9. Me: 'AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!'
10. Me: 'AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!'
11. Me: 'AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!'
12. Me: 'AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!'
13. Me: 'AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!'

Well, you get the idea... So since I'm pretty much out of time for today, I have to say good night, my friends.. You know, even though I don't know your age, or pretty much anything else about you, I feel like we've really bonded over the days. Call me crazy...

jk I don't know a single person that comes on here regularly. For the time being, I'm pretty sure I have no regulars. Except me...

So long, internet.
TEEHEE.
fail.

Saturday: The Second Late Post

Happy Saturday, internet! Today is the first official day of Spring Break! I don't know why I just capitalized those words, but it just makes it seem so much more official! So I may as well finish up my stories of yesterday, seeing as how I didn't get to finish.

So Peter cried. Right after lunch, after being all tough, he cried. Tiana asked him what happened. I expected something like, "Joe beat the crap out of me" but then Peter said, "The girls were mean" or something along those lines. I don't remember exactly what he said.

poppll the Mermaid

Bonjour, internet! Today was the last day of school while we went off for SPRING BREAK! Whoopdewhoop! So for the SS project, the one where I catalogged each research bit, we also had to make passports for each member of our group. Every single passport from the past was a simple slip of paper with only the required info typed up. I'm taking it to the extreme. Though, in case one of my classmates is reading this, I can't tell you how I'm doing it. Sorry! When the project is over, I can tell you.

And also John and I chatted. Originally, Celeste and Peter had gotten into a heated debate about Atlantis. Celeste believed that the people who lived there adapted and now they can breathe underwater, still populating the depths of the lost city. Peter believed that she's crazy. So I piped in and said "There are mermaids in Atlantis." Peter just said that we were BOTH crazy. So I said "Oh yeah? Well I'm a mermaid. Ha." Peter said, "Oh really, where are your scales?" "They only activate when I completely submerged in water." "No they don't." "Oh yeah? Have you ever seen me submerged in water?" "No, but I know that you're lying. It's just crazy." "Exactly; you've never seen me!" "Fine, wanna go swimming?" "No thanks." "SEE? You ARE NOT a mermaid!" "So what if I don't want to go swimming?" "So ha." So Peter finally says to John as the bell rings to go to the next period, DO MERMAIDS EXIST? John says yeah. Peter asks Joe, his best friend. Joe says that he watched a documentary on the fact that mermaids ARE INDEED POSSIBLE. So Peter finally says to me, "Mermaids cannot exist because, since they have scales and a tail instead of legs, they can't reproduce. They can't have dicks and (he said something here, sounded like) va-jay-jays (means vaginas...)" So I punched his arm.

Oh shoot, I forgot to post. So this is the first time I broke my streak. I hope to start again. This still counts as yesterday!

Wreck-it Drama

Today there was a movie playing, but you could only attend if you were a member of the student organization, or SO. They watched Disney's Wreck-it Ralph. Steve said it was stupid, saying, "THE WHOLE PLOT WAS SO THAT AN OVERLY OBESE HOBO COULD GET A FUCKIN MEDAL. HE ENDANGERS EVERYONE SO HE CAN GET A FUCKIN MEDAL HE DOESN'T EVEN DESERVE. WHAT KIND OF SHIT IS THAT?" Or something along those lines. During Drama, which took place during the movie, so the class consisted of about merely 10 people, about. We did a bunch of activites, and the first one consisted of two people per group, with person A saying '1', person B says '2', person A '3', person B '1', and so on. If you mess up by being late, saying the wrong thing, or going out of turn. I would always kick Genevieve's butt. Eventually, after all the rounds, she only got one point total. So then the teacher asks "Who thinks that they're an ultimate champion?" So, nuhduh I raise my hand. Peter does too... I sense a challenge. And so began THE DUAL OF THE FATES! (have a reference) So after the start, we were tied for first, both with 2 points. The next to get a point would win. So then he messed up, going at the wrong time. None of the girls were watching, the teacher wasn't watching, and all the boys were rooting for Peter. You can guess how it went from there. If you can, skip the next paragraph.

So then after Peter messed up, all the boys saw that the teacher wasn't looking, and one shouted, "poppll messed up" so all the boys started saying it was me. Peter started pointing fingers and when I said "Actually, Peter messed up." they all said "No. She's a liar, cheater, and a loser." I wanted to kill them all. So Peter won because no one was looking.

Anyways, the next one we had to do a scene in which each line in turn begins with the next letter of the alphabet. I did it with Cynthia. It'll be easier to understand if I show what we did (or the idea). Cynthia starts, then we alternate. She's a waitress and I'm a customer.
Are you ready to order?
Basically.
Can you tell me what you want?
Dill pickles
Everyone orders that! Can you pick something else?
Fine, french fries.
Great! You can sit now.
Hurry up!
I shall!
Just kidding; take your time
Kiddy meal?
Locate the manager! I want to complain! *rage face*
Manager gone.
Next person in charge then!
Okay.
Perfect. All according to plan!
Quiet! He's sleeping!
Really?
So...
Tired. Bring me pillow to sleep on.
Usually customers are never this demanding!
Very demanding.
Well, I never!
Xylophone, too, please. I'm in a musical mood!
You are... ugh!
Zeus! Why did you give me such a terrible waitress!

You get the idea. So then we had one last activity. This time I did it with Anna. The goal was to do a scene where every line is a question. I went first, and it went:
Did you bring the food?
I was supposed to bring the food?
Yeah, and I was bringing the soda, right?
Well, can I get it now?
In that case, can you get sushi?

We stopped there, since the bell rang. In Science, we had a ton of homework, but since there was practically no one there, she let us do it. So basically, NO SCIENCE HOMEWORK!!! Happiness. It comes. And all those suckers said that they were going to have more fun.

And we have a project in Social Studies. I took charge, and everyone must hand in research OR ELSE. I'm getting all professional, setting up a spreadsheet and following the 4 phases:

1. Submission
2. Highlightion
3. Review
4. Archived

Tada.
So I think that's all for today, pretty much. Tomorrow, I shall interrogate the people I told my secret crush (on John) to see who told Yuki and Grace. They won't live to see their graduation (if all goes according to plan)

So long internet, and see ya real soon, haha!

P.S. Can you name all the references in the 'farewells' so far?
There's only 4 so far, 5 if you count this one.

Chase of the Crush

So today had its ups and downs. In fact, it was like a roller coaster shooting straight up, then straight down, over and over again. You know that I had that Drama play, and I wanted everyone to like it? Well, Bob missed nearly all his cues (especially the most important one), Josh forgot half his lines, and Yuki refused to wear the crown that took me a lot of rhinestones and nearly 20 minutes to finish! And she didn't even give it back!

And after lunch, when we were waiting for our next class, I said to Yuki that she was a tsundere. She asked what that was, and when I also told her about yandere, she said 'Actually, I'd rather be a yandere' and went around telling people, 'I'm a yandere!' (she pronounced it yay-an-dear). Fail. You can't choose to be a yandere when you're clearly tsundere. Plus, I only started the conversation because she said, "Hey poppll, you missed the CHASE OF THE MILLENNIUM!" "Okay, who'd you chase?" "John." "What? (first nervous, then gathering my calm) I mean, what'd he do to you?" "He called Steve a ladies' man." "That's it? He was probably just joking..." And then Gracie pipes in, "You know she has a major crush on him, right?" I wanted to punch Gracie for telling the secret. I didn't even tell her! So someone must''ve leaked... Then Yuki said, "Yeah, I know." HOW THE HECK DID THEY FIND OUT?!?! I only told a few people. I told:

1. Genevieve
2. Cynthia
3. Misty
4. Natalia
5. Jacinda

The guy who took my seat in Law also knows, but he just pieced it together. I'm proud to say that I don't act stupid around him. But when the subject of John comes up, I'm dumber than a rainbow kitten riding a bear with a mohawk. It's really embarrassing  so half the time I'll just run into the corner until someone comes back for me to say that they moved off the subject. They're pretty used to it by now.

Now please excuse me while I cram for the essay due tomorrow that I forgot to start.

The Talented poppll

Uh oh almost forgot to post! Phew, finally did it!

So today in school we had Law class. We get to try all the talents so we can pick for 7th and 8th grade. In Law I get to sit next to *sigh* John. But then his friend (couldn't make name good enough) took his seat, since his seat went missing. (?) So when John kicked him out, the guy sat in my seat. I just went crosslegged on the ground in front of the SmartBoard. Then the guy said, "Thanks!" John stood up for me and got Steve to switch with me. When the teacher found him on the ground, she gave him one of those old desks, and he had to turn his head all the way around to see the board. During class, I said to John, "I kinda feel guilty now" (And Nick said 'Guilty as charged!') to which John replied (first to Nick 'shut up') to me, "You shouldn't. He took your seat. You got it back." That made me feel better, mostly because John has been my friend for 2 years. And I've been crushing on him.

We also had Chorus. My group is 5 boys and 2 girls; Nick, Al, Bob, Josh, Steve, Genevieve, and poppll (hi). We (meaning the boys) sounded TERRIBLE. Josh sang/acted like a 2-year old, Nick wouldn't stop yelling at him, Al was convinced he knew the song by heart, so he corrected everyone, in essence making people's correct singing incorrect, Steve was being Steve, and the end. We were singing Imagine, by John Lennon. I LOVE that song. It's like, world peace and hippies, man (Fail hippie). So when the teacher played it on the piano for us to practice, another group waiting for us to finish so they could have a turn listened in. And so did another girl, Anya. We sounded terrible, but the song was so beautiful we got a standing ovation! Of course, there weren't any chairs nearby...

All in all, a good day. Tomorrow, the Drama teacher is going to video tape my group doing the play that I wrote. Wish me luck, internet fans!

So long, and I bid you adieu!

Unicorn Kimonos

Hola, mi amigos! Isn't it funny how my computer recognizes amigos and a lot of curse words but it can't get hola? It thinks I mean hole! Anyways, today I had a major SS essay due on the clothing in Japan. I did the kimono, stayed up until around 2 in the morning, and actually learned quite a bit. Then, in the middle of the night, my little cousin finds it hilarious to swap out my paper for a plush pink unicorn. Not funny. So today I just lost 5 points on my essay. And now that I look at it, he also hacked my computer and either deleted my essay or moved it somewhere. That rat bastard. So I figured I'd play with the unicorn when I got bored. And then Peter decidesa to troll, grabs the unicorn and tries to eat it. In getting it back, I trampled him. In my head, I was all 'FOR NARNIA!!!' and I attacked. Then when he told Alicia, he said, 'poppll climbed over me'. It then dawned on me how creepy I was.
I don't expect today's to be that long. Not much happened.
Oh, and I checked the blog's stats yesterday. I saw the views a few days age, on Friday. 7 views. I was all 'yay now it only can go up good job poppll' and then I checked last night. 2 views.

So, I don't have much else. But since I didn't upload the picture I promised yesterday, here it is.
Oh wait... my cousin deleted that too.

Oh well. So long, internet, and live long and prosper!

Flashback

Have you ever felt like there was one thing you did that made you special? And then someone just took that away from you? Because that happened to me. Not necessarily today, but recently. So do you all remember a few things about me? The things you'll need to know for this is that Alex was once my best friend, but she betrayed me. Now Genevieve is my best friend, and Alex and I are frenemies. Also that I love to write. So it all started way back in math class one day. So we were all done with our work and the teacher said that we could read. Now remember, I prefer writing over reading. So I asked the teacher if I could write instead. Naturally, she got curious and asked why. Then a bunch of my classmates piped in, saying, "Oh, she writes for fun" "She writes stories" "She's gonna be an author" etc. Do you know what it feels like when everybody knows your name? And not because you are their peer, but because you do something that makes you special? Then, when I went home (feeling all purty and stuff), I decided to go on Facebook, just because I was in a good mood. Then, lo and behold, Alex was writing all kinds of things on Facebook. And I don'/t mean writing posts about her life. I mean WRITING kind of writing. Poems and short stories. And that seemed to ruin my perfect day. Thanks, Alex. I told my mom and she scolded me for commiting one of the seven deadly sins (I know them by heart. She didn't actually mention the seven, but she yelled at me for sinning). That would be envy. Also, when we were little, I was the big art person. Then she started doing art. Now no one even remembers what I do except John. He always made me feel special. Genevieve wasn't aware that I even did art, so I don't blame her. Once, in art class during 5th grade, I was working with pastels to make a poster based on a song in VOCALOID, from Rin. I don't remember the composer's name. I can try to attach a picture I had saved, but I think it's still on my iPod (oh quick fact I have an iPod). Anyways, people were walking past my desk, which was next to Alex's, and they passed hers and went 'Woah' and stared. I'm slightly claustrophobic, so I got a headache. Then John walked by. He ignored her and just stared at mine and went 'Woah'. It feels good when someone appreciates you. Now I can look back on that one time in fourth grade. We sat together, all three of us(Genevieve, John, and me), and I hated John. More friend-enemy than crush at the time. Once, he got mad at me for learning his real name, which I thought was actually really nice, and I slugged him in the spine. I got in trouble for that lunch period. Was it worth it? To tell you guys the truth, I can't answer that. I just spent the past 2 minutes trying to figure out what to write. Now I'm all better.

Actually, even though I know that they'd hate me for what I write on here about them, I'd like my classmates to read this. Then, they'd know how I really feel and they could react without the pain of me knowing that they know. If any of you guys are reading this, and you know who is writing this, since I made it pretty obvious, I'll ask you to tell me something. A compliment, like John did. When I'm old enough, maybe I'll tell you guys everyone's real name (after they sign waivers and everything).

So, I guess that's it for today. It was more of a flashback than a blog this time.

So I bid you farewell, and have a magical stay at Walt Disney World Resort!

Disclaimer: I don't own Disney or Facebook. Huh. Isn't it funny how my computer won't recognize my last name as a real word, but it recognizes Disney and Facebook? How do your computers handle these words? I'd like to know.

P.S. Happy St. Patrick's Day!

Diary

Hello, internet, and happy Saturday!
Now, I know that the last one was pretty short, but since nothing much happens on Saturday besides me doing homework and fooling around on the computer, I figured that I'd tell you more about me.
So what do you guys want to know? Oh wait, this is the internet. No one cares. I guess that I'll answer your questions if you leave them in the comments.

But for now, I guess I'll just list a bunch of things that I like and pretty much give you my story. Maybe I'll tell you more about people, too.

Or I can just give you some pages of my old diary. Here's one of the longest ones. It's also one of the first. Keep in mind that I call my diary _______. That's its name. So here it is. I'll write it almost word for word, since I include names. That's all I'm changing. Okay, let's start.

Dear ________,
          I don't know who you really are, nor if you really exist, but I will tell you this, I know I can trust you. Because you are inanimate. Grace is watching a YouTube video as I write this, but she's smart. LOOK! there I go again! I need help. Mental HELP. But, believing in this type of thing gives me what most sensible things can't. CREATIVITY AND IMAGINATION BOOST! My mom yelled at me once for believing in this type of things. This is my first entry in a... diary. It truly kills me to write that word. But that's what this is. While we're on the subject, I also have anger issues. I can get mad for plenty of sinsible reasons, like when my aunt called me RETARDED  Being obnoxious must run in the family. LOOK! There I go again! To move onto a happier subject; I'm starting MINECRAFT! Not the free version. The $15 dollar one. But the password+WOM (World of Minecraft) thing is bugging me. And my handwriting. Look at this page. Be honest. Am I wrong? Sorry if this is droning on FOREVER. But... This is really my 1st entry in a diary. Ever. 1st diary, 1st entry, 1st outlet. All my emotions building up in the past 10 years, no break... Try that on for size. I guess here is a good time to stop.

With love (1),

poppll (3)

(1): Grace, emotions, and this shiny red pen (2)
(2): AND BETTER HANDWRITING in the future
(3): What's your name?

 So that was my first ever diary entry. I later set a record for longest diary entry, beating this one. The one you just read was officially bumped down to 2nd place. In the tiny diary, this entry took up 3 pages. The record-setter took up 3.5 pages (about). In that one, I said that I'd be excited to show my children the book in 20 years, but I don't think so. I used a LOT of curses and swearing. In my diary, I also made a game based on a dream. It's a terrible game. That's what I get for listening to the imaginary Santa Claus who gave everyone but me a medal when I did all of the stupid work! I climbed the rope! I freed him! I saved the day! And what do I get? Nothing! Just the last little candy bar that it turns out I'm allergic to! Agh!

I guess that you guys don't care much about my life. However, I say pretty stupid things and you can treat this like a fanfiction written in the first person.

Anyways, remember to leave questions for me, the narrator and the main character. Maybe I could even do something, like 'Ask poppll' or something like that. Or I could let people leave comments on a certain weekday and I'd answer them the next week. Like, on Friday, I'd let people give questions. Then I'd answer a few questions from last week. The next week, I'd do the same thing. Get it? If you like it, leave a comment saying how much you love my ideas and that I'm a beautiful person with a lot to offer. Or whatever you feel like. It's not like I can feel emotion.

Rainbow Squirrel Waffles

Happy Friday, internet people! I figured that I'd start off with telling you more about myself. You already some pretty basic things about me. Should I go into detail? You know what, this is the internet. No one cares what you think. I'm going into detail. So basically, I'm a crazy, insane girl who gets sick way too often. In fact, I'm sick right now. Send me get well cards. If you dare... *insert dramatic music here*. I am also a huge fan of the colors rainbow, clear, and since my sister doesn't count them, black. I am obsessed with squirrels and waffles, and I can go all yandere on my friends. It scares Isabella to death every time! Like just today, she lent me her scissors, and when I said that they were broken, she said that she would cut me with them to prove that they weren't broken. Then I grabbed my scissors, did the yandere face, and went all "And I'll cut your face... hehe!" She never threatened me again.
It's getting late, so I guess I can just blog again tomorrow.
Farewell, internet,
and may the force be with you.

The Net of Monsters/The Sea of Fire

To be perfectly honest with you, I was worried last night, when I wrote the very first post. I was wondering what I would do if today turned out boring. I don't want to bore you people to death, after all. Then I could get sued for murder. Anyways, boy was I wrong. Today was absolutely nuts. Let me tell you, so far, this month, there has not been a wackier day.

So today was 'Jersey Day' or 'Most Influential Day' at my school. The idea was to dress up as the person who most influences you, or as a sports player. So I decided to dress up as myself. After all, I wouldn't have done anything if it weren't for me, right? Apparently, no one else thought of that except Steve, a guy who just came in 6th grade. Nobody likes him, and he has a weakness/superpower. His face is arranged so that it's nearly impossible for him to not smile. One time, someone beat the crap out of him, and he kept on smiling. Even when he's crying, he's smiling! Tell me that's not freaky. (psst rhetorical!) Anyways, that's beside the point. Some people wore some pretty strange things... For example, Josh wore a really long sweater, and it went down to his ankles. I think he was supposed to be a priest. Either that, or a ghost. Evangeline, a really sweet girl, who is adored by John but doesn't like him back and still is my friend, thought it was Friday (since Casual Friday is for wearing comfy clothes), and wore pajamas. Everyone else in my class dressed randomly, as far as I saw.

Today was also one of our gym days, so the girls got changed and went up to the girls' gym. There, we continued the unit we began last time, in which we make our own game. We worked in groups, specifically our old volleyball teams. I was part of the 'NET OF FIRE', and had such high hopes. High hopes that eventually came crashing down faster than a falling net that was on fire. That's how bad we were. Our greatest achievement was being tied with another team for last place. Anyways, I mostly did the ideas, while Cynthia typed, Yuri,  a very bratty, emotional bitch who is still my friend and is pretty cocky, making her pretty bitchy, thinking she can take over the world by hitting people, sat and criticized everyone, doing nothing else, Julia offered suggestions, being the nice, quiet, polite person she is, Genevieve helped other team members to understand the game, and Gracie came up with stupid ideas that I personally hated. When the teacher approved our game after a few changes, we tested it out on a much smaller scale. Since there were six of us, we went 3 on 3. The teams were Cynthia, Genevieve, poppll VS Yuri  Julia, Gracie. We beat them, and it was all thanks to me. We couldn't have won if I hadn't ran around the gym like a crazy person being chased by a rabid lion. My parents must be so proud.

Then, during lunch, Misty brought a book to read. However, when she finished her lunch and went outside, she left her book there. I don't know if you've read it; it's Rick Riordan's 'The Sea of Monsters'. Anyways, I was one of the last to leave, and the last among my little 'table of friends' (because I'm too mainstream for a circle). I saw the book and didn't know it was Misty's, so I just left it there. Later, right after Math, Misty came up to me, asking if I had seen her book. I confirmed that it was 'The Sea of Monsters', and explained that I had left it on the cafeteria table. This made Misty absolutely FURIOUS! She yelled at me for not getting it for her, to which I replied, 'YOUR BOOK IS YOUR RESPONSIBILITY!' I muttered a few curses after that, but for the sake of the possibility (the very slim one) that your mind is totally pure, similar to Genevieve's (she doesn't know what gay means! I'd like to keep my best friend that way, thank you very much.) Anyways, the Math teacher heard our little shout-fest and went in (she didn't hear the curse) to say, after I yelled the whole book+responsibility thing, "You're right". All she said was, "You're right". But that doesn't even count before before she even said it, Misty was already in ELA. Fail.

So how'd you like my first blog? I know, pretty terrible, but keep in mind that I've never blogged before. Generally, it's turning out more like a short story. And even though I started at around 3:00, it's being posted around 10:45. Why? Because my mom doesn't know I'm blogging so I have to cover up.

Goodbye internet, and I bid you farewell. *cue catchy end theme song*

Ummmm... Hi?

Hello, internet people.

You may know me from my previous blog, which was more of a fiction novel type thingy... Just kidding. No one ever looked at it but me.
So my account name is Caitlin. That's not my real name. However, seeing as how I don't like stalkers, I won't tell you. Instead I'll give you my social security number (jk).

You may address me as 'poppll'. poppll is a gamer, and she is me. In other words (that are easier to understand), I am poppll. Nice to meet you, random stranger.

So let me tell you about myself and my friends.
All about me:
Age: 11
Grade: 6th (yes I'm in middle school shocking)
Favorite color: Rainbow! OwO (If that doesn't count, clear.)
Likes: Anime (I is otaku!), science, art, writing (written at least 10 novels.. never finished one.), singing, Disney (obsessed, not a single person on this planet can beat me in Disney trivia. Disney Channel and Disney XD don't count.)
Gender: Female
Phone number: 1-800@goawaystalkers.com (trollin)

My friends: (under aliases)
Genevieve: BFF, been together since 2nd grade, almost as smart as me
John: major crush, other BFF, been together since 4th grade, curses WAY too much (and does the finger)
Cynthia: 3rd BFF (too many!), been together since 3rd grade (2,3,4!), slight pervert, into Nick (so says the rumor) (you'll meet him later) older sibling, younger sibling (one boy, one girl, can't remember which one's which!)
Misty: on-off friendship (currently on), Cynthia's BFF, supposedly smartest girl in class (so says Peter, you'll meet him later)(psst it's me actually) together since 5th, little brother
Jacinda: okay friend, major perv (never shuts up about sex, runs polls on which girl will do the nasty first. I'm in the running...), strong build (most people confuse for fat) I think together since 1st... not sure, little sister
Alex: ex-BFF (I'll tell you why later), still good friends, into art, likes waay too many boys (at least 6 at a time, thank God she's not into John), very quiet, posts once ever 2 seconds on Facebook, GIRL (not a homosexual) together since 1st (also, she told me that she would go emo if it wasn't for the school uniform) engaged sister (I'm guessing older, could be wrong...)
Leia: (hehe named her alias after Star Wars), together since 1st, crazy hats?, very loyal, great person, always  happy, cup-half-full kind of girl (I see it as half-empty)
Megara: (named her after Disney)together since 3rd (I think), mom died of hit-and-run (she's still cheery), always happy (like I just said), very bright, follower (as compared to leader), younger sister
Natalia: athletic, together since 1st, dad died, great friend, older sister
Josh: 4th BFF, like my brother, has 2 little brothers, no sisters,

Don't have enough patience to do everyone else in my class, so I'm just going to do my family now.
Mom: (wonder how I came up with that alias?) she's a mom. been together since birth (you don't say?)
Dad: (Great alias!) he's a dad. been together since birth (srsly no way!)
Ariel: (after the mermaid, not her real name) big sister, 3 yrs older (currently in high school), fellow otaku, best sister ever, calls me 'Keroko-chan' on her phone, I call her onee-chan (big sister in Japanese)

So that's my life. Throught my posts I'll tell you more about me. This is going to be like my online diary. Except public. I hope to be able to post every day!