HOPE!!!

No known species of reindeer can fly. BUT there are 300,000 species of living organisms yet to be classified, and while most of these are insects and germs, this does not COMPLETELY rule out flying reindeer which only Santa has ever seen.
There are 2 billion children (persons under 18) in the world. BUT since Santa doesn't (appear to) handle the Muslim, Hindu, Jewish and Buddhist children, that reduces the workload to 15% of the total - 378 million according to Population Reference Bureau. At an average (census)rate of 3.5 children per household, that's 91.8 million homes. One presumes there's at least one good child in each.
Santa has 31 hours of Christmas to work with, thanks to the different time zones and the rotation of the earth, assuming he travels east to west(which seems logical). This works out to 822.6 visits per second. This is to say that for each Christian household with good children, Santa has 1/1000th of a second to park, hop out of the sleigh, jump down the chimney, fill the stockings, distribute the remaining presents under the tree, eat whatever snacks have been left, get back up the chimney, get back into the sleigh and move on to the next house. Assuming that each of these 91.8 million stops are evenly distributed around the earth (which, of course, we know to be false but for the purposes of our calculations we will accept), we are now talking about .78 miles per household, a total trip of 75-1/2 million miles, not counting stops to do what most of us must do at least once every 31 hours, plus feeding etc. This means that Santa's sleigh is moving at 650 miles per second, 3,000 times the speed of sound. For purposes of comparison, the fastest man- made vehicle on earth, the Ulysses space probe, moves at a poky 27.4 miles per second - a conventional reindeer can run, tops, 15 miles per hour.
The payload on the sleigh adds another interesting element. Assuming that each child gets nothing more than a medium-sized lego set (2 pounds), the sleigh is carrying 321,300 tons, not counting Santa, who is invariably described as overweight. On land, conventional reindeer can pull no more than 300 pounds. Even granting that "flying reindeer" (see point #1) could pull TEN TIMES the normal anoint, we cannot do the job with eight, or even nine. We need 214,200 reindeer. This increases the payload - not even counting the weight of the sleigh - to 353,430 tons. Again, for comparison - this is four times the weight of the Queen Elizabeth.
353,000 tons traveling at 650 miles per second creates enormous air resistance - this will heat the reindeer up in the same fashion as spacecrafts re-entering the earth's atmosphere. The lead pair of reindeer will absorb 14.3 QUINTILLION joules of energy. Per second. Each. In short, they will burst into flame almost instantaneously, exposing the reindeer behind them, and create deafening sonic booms in their wake.The entire reindeer team will be vaporized within 4.26 thousandths of a second. Santa, meanwhile, will be subjected to centrifugal forces 17,500.06 times greater than gravity. A 250-pound Santa (which seems ludicrously slim)would be pinned to the back of his sleigh by 4,315,015 pounds of force. In conclusion -- If Santa ever DID deliver presents on Christmas Eve, he's dead now.
Rebuttal: (Jim Mantle, Waterloo Maple Software) Come on, ya gotta believe! I mean, if you can handle flying furry animals, then it's only a small step to the rest. For example:
As admitted, it is possible that a flying reindeer can be found. I would agree that it would be quite an unusual find, but they might exist.
You've relied on cascading assumptions. For example, you have assumed a uniform distribution of children across homes. Toronto/Yorkville, or Toronto/Cabbagetown, or other yuppie neighbourhoods, have probably less than the average (and don't forget the DINK and SINK homes (Double Income No Kids, Single Income No Kids)), while the families with 748 starving children that they keep showing on Vision TV while trying to pick my pocket would skew that 15% of homes down a few percent.
You've also assumed that each home that has kids would have at least one good kid. What if anti-selection applies, and homes with good kids tend to have more than their share of good kids, and other homes have nothing except terrorists in diapers? Let's drop that number of homes down a few more percent.
Santa would have to Fedex a number of packages ahead of time, since he would not be able to fly into Air Force Bases, or into tower-controlled areas near airports. He's get shot at over certain sections of the Middle East, and the no-fly zones in Iraq, so he'd probably use DHL there. Subtract some more homes.
I just barely passed Physics and only read Stephen Hawking's book once, but I recall that there is some Einsteinian Theory that says time does strange things as you move faster. In fact, when you go faster than the speed of light time runs backward, if you do a straight line projection, connect the dots and just ignore any singularity you might find right at the speed of light. And don't say you can't go faster than the speed of light because I've seen it done on TV. Jean-Luc doesn't have reindeer but he does have matter-antimatter warp engines and a holodeck and that's good enough for me. So Santa could go faster than light, visit all the good children which are not uniformly distributed by either concentration in each home or by number of children per household, and get home before he left so he can digest all those stale cookies and warm milk yech.
Aha, you say, Jean-Luc has matter-antimatter warp engines, Santa only has reindeer, where does he get the power to move that fast!
You calculated the answer! The lead pair of reindeer will absorb 14.3 quintillion joules of energy. Per second. Each. This is an ample supply of energy for the maneuvering, acceleration, etc, that would be required of the loaded sleigh. The reindeer don't evaporate or incinerate because of this energy, they accelerate. What do you think they have antlers for, fighting over females? Think of antlers as furry solar array panels.
If that's not enough, watch the news on the 24th at 11 o'clock. NORAD (which may be one of the few government agencies with more than 3 initials in it's name and therefore it must be more trustworthy than the rest) tracks Santa every year and I've seen the radar shots of him approaching my house from the direction of the North Pole. They haven't bombarded him yet, so they must believe too, right?

Happy Holidays!!!

Personality Type Report for Snifflesno
Your Personality Preferences
INTROVERT
While you may not be anti-social, you do need (and deserve) your private time and space to retreat from the world. Unlike extroverts, you need to develop a concept of the world or some aspect of it before experiencing it. Too much socializing may sap your energies. Your energies are derived from exploring the inner world of ideas, impressions and pure thought.
INTUITIVE
While you do process information through your senses you add a twist to your processing by relying on intuition and serendipity. You look for undercurrents of meaning and abstractions in what you experience physically. You do not just see things just as they are, but as what they could be. While you may rely on common sense at times, you trust inspiration far more.
PERCEIVING
You like to have as much information as possible before making a decision. Putting off a final decision until the last moment does not make you uncomfortable. Indeed once a decision is made, a course plotted, you may feel a bit uneasy, because you feel bound to a certain course of action. You would much prefer to wait and see what happens. You enjoy the opportunity to improvise. Commitments are not etched in stone to you, and are changeable.
THINKING
You evaluate data and reach conclusions by using your ability to apply logical, objective analysis to the information before you. Your thinking process values consistency and fairness over the affect your decisions will have on others. You compare courses of action logically and make your choices based upon what consequences you see them as having. If there is something wrong with a plan, you are the one to ferret it out. It is important to remember that this does not mean you are cold and unfeeling, but that your thinking process is analytical.
Your Personality Type
Introvert/Intuitive/Thinking/Perceiving

You need your time to yourself. Indeed, you need this time so much that some may see you as being more than somewhat private, but aloof and unapproachable. You are iconoclastic, nonconformist by nature and capable of brilliant, original thought. Your analytical skills make you a natural problem solver. You are able to ferret out the contradictions and flaws in logic in almost anyone's thinking--including your own. You are independent, inquiring, and insightful.

In relationships you are loyal to those you care for, but you can become so absorbed in your work and inner world that you neglect them. You may show your feelings for others in ways that are too subtle for them to recognize. To be at your best you need to be insulated from conflict. Your appearance or that of others doesn't cause you much concern. You are non-materialistic. You can be difficult to approach at first, but are usually very accepting of people and their idiosyncrasies once you know them. You are a conceptual thinker, so it is only natural that a good conversation to you revolves around conceptual things and is devoid of chitchat. Many of the activities you love may exclude those around you--they are single person or two person pursuits. You will pursue knowledge throughout your life.

Famous People of Your Type:

Socrates, Rene Descartes, Blaise Pascal, Sir Isaac Newton, James Madison, John Quincy Adams, John Tyler, Dwight D. Eisenhower, Gerald Ford, William Harvey, C. G. Jung, William James, Albert Einstein, Tom Foley, Henri Mancini, Bob Newhart, Rick Moranis, Meryl Streep, Ashley and Mary Kate Olsen.

Occupations Suited to Your Type Include:

Archaeologist, architect, artist, astronomer, biologist, chemist, programmer, engineer, designer, historian, inventor, mathematician, musician, philosopher, photographer, doctor, psychologist, researcher, scientist, professor, and writer.

Ironic Ain't It?!

• What a nice night for an evening.
  
• Whenever I think of the past, it brings back so many memories.
  
• Some people say that I'm superficial, but that's just on the surface.
  
• On one hand, I'm indecisive; but on the other, I'm not.
  
• If there's one thing I can't stand, it's intolerance.
  
• The world's full of apathy, but I don't care.
  
• Perspective is in the eye of the beholder.
  
• Prejudiced people are all alike.
  
• Those who judge others will burn in Hell!
  
• Exaggeration is not all it's cracked up to be.
  
• I'm still not sure if I understand ambiguity.
  
• There's no such thing as nonexistence.
  
• Cooperation can only be reached if we work together.
  
• As far as I'm concerned, treachery will sometimes bring loyalty into question.
  
• It doesn't matter what temperature a room is; it's always room temperature.
  
• Avoid cliches like the plague.
  
• Go around the barn at high noon to avoid colloquialisms.
  
• Analogies in writing are like feathers on a snake.
  
• I always try to do things in chronological order.
  
• Exaggeration is a billion times worse than understatement.
  
• Death to all fanatics!
  
• An oral contract isn't worth the paper it's written on.
  
• Don't chew [or eat] with your mouth full.
  
• It's deja vu all over again.
  
• I'd give my right arm to be ambidextrous!
  
• I always wanted to be a procrastinator!
  
• Rehab is for quitters!
  
• Don't be redundant by repeating yourself.
  
• Some people type so fast that forget to include
  
• I am becoming increasingly worried that there isn't enough anxiety in my life.
  
• I have this nagging fear that everyone is out to make me paranoid.
  
• Free advice is worth what you paid for it.
  
• Entropy just isn't what it used to be.
  
• I keep telling myself that I am a pathological liar, but I am not sure if I believe it.
  
• Not only am I redundant & superfluous, but I also tend to use more words than necessary.
  
• Honk if you love peace and quiet.
  
• Change is inevitable, except from a vending machine.
  
• Give me ambiguity or give me something else.
  
• Always be on the lookout for conspicuousness otherwise it's hard to tell if someone is inconspicuous.
  He doesn't have much of a reputation, or so I've heard.
  I disagree with unanimity.
  I have my doubts about disbelief.
  Avoid Alliteration. Always.
  Prepositions are not words to end sentences with.
  Always and never are two words you should always remember never to use.
  I always wanted to be a procrastinator... never got around to it.
  Freedom of speech is overrated.
  

Jack Handey Philosophies 1 (Thanks to Brian for letting me use these philosophies!)

• Dad always thought laughter was the best medicine, which I guess is why several of us died of tuberculosis.
• Maybe in order to understand mankind, we have to look at the word itself: "Mankind". Basically, it's made up of two separate words - "mank" and "ind". What do these words mean? It's a mystery, and that's why so is mankind.
• It takes a big man to cry, but it takes a bigger man to laugh at that man.
  
• I bet the main reason the police keep people away from a plane crash is they don't want anybody walking in and lying down in the crash stuff, then, when somebody comes up, act like they just woke up and go, "What was THAT?!"
  
• The face of a child can say it all, especially the mouth part of the face.
  I think someone should have had the decency to tell me the luncheon was free. To make
• someone run out with potato salad in his hand, pretending he's throwing up, is not what I call hospitality
• Ambition is like a frog sitting on a Venus Flytrap. The flytrap can bite and bite, but it won't bother the frog because it only has little tiny plant teeth. But some other stuff could happen and it could be like ambition.
• I'd rather be rich than stupid.
• If you define cowardice as running away at the first sign of danger, screaming and tripping and begging for mercy, then yes, Mr. Brave man, I guess I'm a coward.
• When you go in for a job interview, I think a good thing to ask is if they ever press charges.
• To me, boxing is like a ballet, except there's no music, no choreography, and the dancers hit each other.
• What is it that makes a complete stranger dive into an icy river to save a solid gold baby? Maybe we'll never know.
• We tend to scoff at the beliefs of the ancients. But we can't scoff at them personally, to their faces, and this is what annoys me.
• Probably the earliest flyswatters were nothing more than some sort of striking surface attached to the end of a long stick.
• To me, clowns aren't funny. In fact, they're kind of scary. I've wondered where this started and I think it goes back to the time I went to the circus, and a clown killed my dad.
• Most people don't realize that large pieces of coral, which have been painted brown and attached to the skull by common wood screws, can make a child look like a deer.
  
• If trees could scream, would we be so cavalier about cutting them down? We might if they screamed all the time for no good reason.
  
• Better not take a dog on the space shuttle, because if he sticks his head out when you're coming home his face might burn up.
  
• You know what would make a good story? Something about a clown who make people happy, but inside he's real sad. Also, he has severe diarrhea.
  
• If you're ever in a plane getting ready to take off, and you see another plane crash into something, just smile, because hey, there have never been back to back plane crashes.
  
• Sometimes when I feel like killing someone, I do a little trick to calm myself down. I'll go over to the person's house and ring the doorbell. When the person comes to the door, I'm gone, but you know what I've left on the porch? A jack-o-lantern with a knife stuck in the side of its head with a note that says "You." After that I usually feel a lot better, and no harm done.
  
• If you ever fall off the Sears Tower, just go real limp, because maybe you'll look like a dummy and people will try to catch you because, hey, free dummy.

Scientific Philosophies

When a cat is dropped, it always lands on its feet, and when toast is dropped, it always lands with the buttered side facing down. I propose to strap buttered toast to the back of a cat; the two will hover, spinning inches above the ground. With a giant buttered cat array, a high-speed monorail could easily link New York with Chicago.

Why Yawning Is Contagious: You yawn to equalize the pressure on your eardrums. This pressure change outside your eardrums unbalances other people's ear pressures, so they must yawn to even it out.

The earth may spin faster on its axis due to deforestation. Just as a figure skater's rate of spin increases when the arms are brought in close to the body, the cutting of tall trees may cause our planet to spin dangerously fast.

The reason hot-rod owners raise the backs of their cars is that it's easier to go faster when you're always going downhill.

The quantity of consonants in the English language is constant. If omitted in one place, they turn up in another. When a Bostonian "pahks" his "cah," the lost r's migrate southwest, causing a Texan to "warsh" his car and invest in "erl wells."

! ! !Lastly, I truelly hope that you don't believe a word of this! ! !

I'm SOOO Depressed!!! :

The Truth about Santa

After much research, we present the annual aeronautical engineers report on the theory of Santa:
No known species of reindeer can fly. BUT there are 300,000 species of living organisms yet to be classified, and while most of these are insects and germs, this does not COMPLETELY rule out flying reindeer, which only Santa has ever seen.

There are 2 billion children (persons under 18) in the world. BUT since Santa doesn't (appear) to handle the Muslim, Hindu, Jewish & Buddhist children, that reduces the workload to 15% of the total -378 million according to Population Reference Bureau. At an average (census) rate of 3.5 children per household, that's 91.8 million homes. One presumes that there's at least one good child in each.

Santa has 31 hours of Christmas to work with. This is due to the different time zones and the rotation of the earth, assuming he travels east to west (which seems logical). This works out to 822.6 visits/second. That is to say that for each Christian household with good children, Santa has .001 second to park, hop out of the sleigh, jump down the chimney, fill the stockings, distribute the remaining presents under the tree, eat whatever snacks have been left, get back up the chimney, get back into the sleigh and move on to the next house.

Assuming that each of these 91.8 million stops are evenly distributed around the earth (which, of course, we know to be false but for the purposes of our calculations we will accept), we are now talking about .78 miles/household, a total trip of 75.5 million miles; not counting stops to do what most of us do at lease once every 31 hours, plus eating etc. So Santa's sleigh must be moving at 650 miles/second, 3,000 times the speed of sound. For purposes of comparison, the fastest man-made vehicle on earth, the Ulysses space probe, moves at a pokey 27.4 miles/second. A conventional reindeer can run, tops, 15 miles/hour.

If every one of the 91.8 million homes with good children were to put out a single chocolate chip cookie and an 8 ounce glass of 2% milk, the total calories (needless to say other vitamins and minerals) would be approximately 225 calories (100 for the cookie, give or take, and 125 for the milk, give or take). Multiplying the number of calories per house by the number of homes (225 x 91.8 x 1000000), we get the total number of calories Santa consumes that night, which is 20,655,000,000 calories. To break it down further, 1 pound is equal to 3500 calories. Dividing our total number of calories by the number of calories in a pound (20655000000 / 3500) and we get the number of pounds Santa gains, 5901428.6, which is 2950.7 tons.

The payload on the sleigh adds another interesting element. Assuming that each child gets nothing more than a medium-sized Lego set (2 lb.), the sleigh is carrying 321,300 tons, not counting Santa, who is invariably described as overweight. On land, conventional reindeer can pull no more than 300lb. Even granting that "flying reindeer" (see #1) can pull 10 TIMES the normal amount, we cannot do the job with 8, or even 9, reindeer. We need 214,200. This increases the payload - not counting the weight of the sleigh - to 353,430 tons. This is four times the weight of the ocean-liner Queen Elizabeth.

353,000 tons traveling at 650 miles/second creates enormous air resistance. This will heat the reindeer up in the same fashion as a spacecraft reentering the earth's atmosphere. The lead pair of reindeer will absorb 14.3 QUINTILLION joules of energy. Per second. Each. In short, they will burst into flame almost instantaneously, exposing the reindeer behind them and create deafening sonic booms in their wake. The entire reindeer team will be vaporized within .00426 of a second. Meanwhile, Santa, will be subjected to centrifugal forces 17,500.06 times greater than gravity. A 250 lb. Santa, being very conservative in terms of guessing Santa's weight, would be pinned to the back of his sleigh by 4,315,015 lb. of force. If Santa ever DID deliver presents on Christmas Eve, he's dead now.

A Merry Christmas to one and all!!

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The Little Things:

As you might know, the head of a company in the world trade towers survived 9/11 because his son had started kindergarten.

Another fellow was alive because it was his turn to bring donuts.

One woman was late because her alarm clock didn't go off in time.

One was late because an automobile accident had held up the NJ Turnpike.

One missed the bus.

One spilled food on her clothes and had to take time to change.

One's car wouldn't start.

One went back to answer the telephone.

One had a child that dawdled and hadnt gotten ready in time.

One couldn't get a taxi.

Another was a man who had put on a new pair of shoes that morning and had to stop at a drugstore to get a band-aid because of a blister on his foot.

Just remember that the next time you're stuck in traffic, or miss the bus, or have to turn back to answer the telephone.

Think to your self that "This must be where GOD wants me to be at this very moment . . .

! ! ! ! ! GOD BLESS YOU ! ! ! ! !

Hey Peoples!
I have nothing to talk about, I don't even know why the heck I came to this website to write a blog! It just happened!

Well.....
I had my first ROTC meeting today (yeah, I know, school hasn't started yet, but I did!).
It was fun!
They gave us a folder with a bunch of papers and junk in it (I should probably be reading them right now, but....) The commander (ha, I think that's what I'm supposed to call him but I forgot {not good}), he seems nice though, although people say he'll be a bit....what's the word I'm looking for here?.....Ummm....how about ruder(?) later on when school starts.
We have a PT day tomorrow (PT stands for "physical training").
Personally I can't wait!!!
But that's just my opinion, some of the other students (I hate to say it but girls mostly) didn't sound very enthusiastic about it.

Today we got to learn about certain commands and positions. You know, like if someone said "Ten hut!" then we'd all straighten out put our ankles together at a 40* angle and not move a muscle (but we could blink).
The guy next (actually, if Stacie is reading this it might intrest her to know it was her cousin Tyler Fortner) to me started to pass out. It was because he had kept his legs locked while we were standing which blocked the blood from flowing to his head. The Commander had told us not to lock our legs, but Tyler must have forgot, it is kind of hard to remember.
Anywho....
I guess that I'm gonna go and maybe make a new blog, maye go do something else.
BYE! ! !

The Wise Owl

The wise old owl lived in an oak;

The more he saw the less he spoke;

The less he spoke the more he heard:

Why can't we all be like that bird?

I'm writting down quotes:

Don't worry, I'll stop at 50. haha

1. I'm a creature of habit...all the bad ones.
2. Tomorrow Never Comes.
3. Why is it that if an adult has the mind of a child tey lock him up, while children are allowed to run free in the street?

4. It's immpossible to give a hug without giving one back.
5. God gave us 2 ears and 1 mouth so that we could only tell half of what we hear.
6. A stranger is just a friend you haven't met yet.
(I'm not sure I agree with that 1)
7. You laugh because I'm different, I laugh because you're all the same.
8. Peace and trust take years to build and seconds to shatter.
9. The walls we build around us to keep out the sadness also blocks out the joy.
10. Insanity is a perfectly rational adjustment to an insane world.
11. You can close your eyes to reality, but not to memories.
12. A guy worth crying for will never make you cry.
13. You only live once, but if you do it right, once is enough.
14. A man can be destroyed, but not defeated.
15. If people are good only because they fear punishment, and hope for
reward, then we are a sorry lot indeed
16. Men are the only animals that blush, or have a need to.
17. Without education, we are in a horrible and deadly danger of taking
educated people seriously.
18. Imagination is more important than knowledge.
19. Honesty is the best policy, but insanity is a better defense.
20. Don't wait for the Last Judgment. It happens every day.
21. Remedy it, or welcome it: a wise man's only two choices.
22. Remember, if you’re headed in the wrong direction, God allows U-turns!
23. Enjoy when you can, and endure when you must.
24. Now that it's all over, what did you really do yesterday that's worth mentioning?
25. Laziness will cause you pain.
26. Never miss an opportunity to make others happy, even if you have to leave them alone in order to do it.
27. We have to live today by what truth we can get today and be ready tomorrow to call it falsehood.
28. You can tell more about a person by what he says about others than you can by what others say about him.
29. God grant me the serenity to accept the people I cannot change, the courage to change the one I can, and the wisdom to know it's me.
30. Be careful not to drown in a mirage.
31. The heart of a fool is in his mouth, but the mouth of the wise man is in his heart.
32. All that is gold does not glitter; not all those that wander are lost.
33. They may forget what you said, but they will never forget how you made them feel.
34. Better bend than break.
35. Facts do not cease to exist because they are ignored.
36. Fail to plan, plan to fail.
37. (this is a long one)Patience serves as a protection against wrongs as clothes do against cold. For if you put on more clothes as the cold increases, it will have no power to hurt you. So in like manner you must grow in patience when you meet with great wrongs, and they will then be powerless to vex your mind
38. Argue for your limitations, and sure enough, they're yours!
39. Everything that irritates us about others can lead us to an understanding of ourselves.
40. What is right is often forgotten by what is convenient.
41. For the first half of your life, people tell you what you should do; for the second half, they tell you what you should have done.
42. Old age isn't so bad when you consider the alternative.
43. The time to begin most things is ten years ago.
44. Life is a long lesson in humility.
45. Life can only be understood backwards, but it must be lived forewards.
46. Reality is merely an illusion, albeit a very persistent one.
47. I never think of the future. It comes soon enough.
48. The only thing that interferes with my learning is my education.
49. In peace, sons bury their fathers; in war, fathers bury their sons.
And Finally.....

50.The secret to creativity is to hide your resources.

Redundant

Ok, Jessie don't kill me, but I'm gonna talk about Green Day for a minute.
Has anybody ever listned to Green Day? I'm not much of a fan, but they have 1 song that always catches my attention, it's hands-down my favorite of all of their songs. It's called "Redundant".
In case anybody's wondering, redundant means repetative, or...finding a new way of saying something, but it basically being the same thing {same message, same meaning, whatever}.
The reason I like this song so much is because it is sooo true.
As my friends know, my current {current to this article that is} I.Ming name is: The Redundancies of Life Are Starting To Wear Upon Me.
Ok, does everybody get it now?
I love this word {redundant} because it's so usefull to my daily life. School is redundant. My messages in the yearbook are redundant. Weekends are redundant, as are school days, as are after school time.
!!!LIFE IS REDUNDANT!!!
And my gosh is it starting to get on my nerves!!!
I can wake up in the morning and know what my mom's about to say. I know what's gonna happen at the bus stop. I know that Jessie'll tap on the back of my head once I'm at school and how annoying it is. I know exactly what's going to happen in first through 4th block, what'll happen after lunch, and during lunch. the same questions are always asked, the same things are always said, with very little variation. Then comes 5th & 6th block, in 5th Stephen puts his head on his desk and says "Giiinnnniiii.....I'm tired! " Then in 6th block...ARRRGGGGHHHHH!!!! What's the point of even trying to explain what I'm talking about!!???
You'll all just dismiss it as me being silly!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
gosahfijdsdsjfkjdsf!
NEVER MIND!
GOOD BYE!!!

This Takes Things WAY Tooo Far!

Hello................

I CAN' T BELIEVE SHE DID THIS!!!!!
I love Nini, I honestly do. My grandfather's from her second marrige, but they had no children (my mother's from her 1st marrige). So I guess that sense we're not blood related, my grandmother thought that it'd be fine to try and set me and a cousin from my grandfather's side up.
SO NOT!@!
(Don't worry, those who know me, it wasnt John-Walt)
But still!
My Papa's (grandfather's) brother died a few days ago, and at the funeral (I had to stay home and baby-sit) Nini kept telling this guy (WHO'S 16! I might add), that I was "such a sweet girl" and yadda yadda yadda (I'm not going into details. My mother told me).
BEHIND MY BACK!! She did it behind my back!!!
Can you believe that!?
Do you know what she actually said to him!?
(nvm, of course you don't)
She said that "If he ever comes to visit his grandmother in town(I dont know who SHE is) that is he got bored to come over to my house and have some fun"
EEEWWWWW!!!!!!!!!
Admit it, that DOES make me sound like some sort of slut or something.
GROSS!
That is soooo wrong!

Like I said before, I love Nini, really truelly I do. But sometimes she can get a little pushy. Her and my mother both keep trying to get me to go out with someone.
Sorry, but not till I'm in High School.
Anyways....
BYE

BIP

Bippitty


Boppitty


BOO!!!

HEY!

HEY!
Okay, this is a short update, I dont know if ya'll have noticed, but I deleted a lot of earlier, and not so earlier blogs, hope ya'll dont mind, and I hope that I dont regret it, but it's already done with...so there's no going back.

Blah, Blah, Blah!

Hello Peoples,
I'm hoping to be hit with a streak of creative genius, seeing as some of my friends (Jessie) seem to think that I've lost my touch for the 'funny' articles I was known for in the past.
*Sniffs* Which I take as an insult towards my person, AND my writing capabilaties!
Unfortunatley for me, I'm sick and not in a mood to write a "FUNNY" article, so instead, I'm going to use my large vocabulary to it's fullest extent; some of you may need to grab a dictionary for this article.
*smiles-to-self*
Now, I will start at the expostion of this anecdote, and will tell you of my abysmal, appalling, atrocious, and otherwise tedious day. I awoke this morning to a most dreadful and moderately humid (that is to say it was raining) type of day. My body was in a listless, and lethargic state and I had awoken to discover that my body had betrayed me yet again, as it seems to want to do intermittenly during my, admittedly, short existence.
You see, as I awoke this morning, I had anticipated finding that yesterdays infirmity had vanished, and that I would be as spry, and vigorous as ever. But alas, as I have asserted before, my treacherous body had yet again deceived me, and I had an ever so achingly sore esophagus.
When I conveyed this to my mothering parental unit, she expressed an immense trepidition over what it might be that was upsetting my person. My mother acquired a flashlight to peer down my aching throat. She uttered how marred my throat looked, then confined me to my bed! After which she telephoned a physician; an appointment was scheduled for me at 1:30 p.m.
I slumbered till 11:00 a.m., at which point I was ever so brusquely awoken by my vexatious pet canine, Jack.
After having been roused so, I decided to call my mother, at which point she bestowed upon me, a list of tasks for me to do that was only 2 items long.
So...I vacumed, and did the dishes.
Soon, my distressed mother came home from work, to our abode, and we commensed in eating a reheated lunch.
Then, my fathering parenal unit arrived at our dwelling place and drove me to my Hai-zi Yi-sheng 's office. On the way to this medicinal office I sat in my father's motorized vehicle and put pen to paper in writing my algebraic mathematic notes. One chapter and 30 minutes later, we arrived at our intended destination, and vacated our vehicle.
In the reception area we signed in and waited both tolerantly and patiently to be hailed by the nurses who were doing their optimum, considering the perceptibly hectic schedule they were following.
In the lobby we met a female who my mother toiled along side with. After conversing a while with her we were beckoned forth to meet the doctor.
After about half an hour of supressed gagging on a cotton swab, the doctor informed, me and my father both, that I had strep throat.
Yay! *rolls eyes*
Anyways, after that is what I'd deem history.
We reached our intended goal, and I was restricted to my bed with a diminutve quantity to do save to lie around and read!

Well, that was my rather extended blog.
The moral (?) , you ask. Well it's this:
Careful of how you comment on other's blogs. (For example, saying that they're getting BORING, because, you see, the comment might come back and bite ya on the tucas)
BYE!

WHOO-HOO!!!!!!

HAHA, I laugh at all you pitiful beings, for I, I (!), get to go to Island of Adventures!
While I do feel a trightfull bad for those, my friends, who are stuck in our small town of Live ```. I will apologize now:
I'm sorry dear friends, all those roller coaster rides just wont be the same without ya'lls ear-splitting screams.
But hey, how bout this? I'll remember ya'll while I'm riding the HUMUNGOUS roller coasters, and eating nothing but junk foods. I'll miss ya'll, really and truelly. And this blog is, by no means, a way to mock ya'll's weekend by comparing it with my own.
*laughs to self*
Anyways, I just thought that I'd tell you of my collasally big plans for tomorrow.
BYE!!!

Lemony Snicket Style

As you, the reader could probably tell from the title, this is a blog written in the style of Lemony Snicket. When you read this try and imagine that there is a person reading it to you in an English accent, Thank You.

Now, the story I'm about to tell to you is the dreadful re-telling of a day, in the life of the Pfender sisters. This will be a most boring blog, so, if, for say, you'd like to read about Nina's (www.dreammergirllove.blogspot.com) great adventure to a marvelous waterfall, or even listen to Jessie Renay Box (www.sister1.blogspot.com) , rave about Dale Jr's loss in the race for past 2 Sundays, you're more than welcome to. But, if you really wish to be bored to death, by a story that includes; missing parents, a huge test, a restruant called the Brown Lantern, a great-aunt named Faye, 3 mysterious eggs, or a full stomach, then read on. But I warn you,it'll probably bore you to tears, after which the tears will mess up your computer, which will then electricute you....
Truelly dear reader, it may just be better for everyone (espcially yourself) if you don't read on.

The day started out, chilly and cold. The girls' parents were all but too happy to leave the house so that they could go on their cruise to the Bahamas, causing the 2 girls to be rushed about the house in a flurry of cleaning, kisses, and hugs.
Now, if anybody out there has a mother (and I hope you all do) you know how touchy they can get when leaving their 'babies' behind, and the Pfender girl's mother was no different.
After a parade of sloppy kisses, and hugs that nearly suffocated the two girls, they were all but pushed out the doors in order to wait for the over crowded, noisy and...rather damp bus.
The bus had come late, but the 2 Pfender sisters still got to school early, too early for a day such as that day. This day would bring the most horriffic test, any child, or man, would ever see...the Florida Comprehension Assessment Test ! ! !
I'm certainly sure that by now you are slumped over your computer and snoring dreadfully loud. I have heard of people going into this state right after a boring story, but i must go on, you though, do not! You still have a chance to go to Stacie or Jennifer's blog, even though they haven't changed it in a week, theirs would still be better than this, dreadfull retelling of a even more dreadfull school day.
But I digress, and now shall continue...
Because of this test (that dragged on for hours at a time) the school's schedule was all out of wack. Gini (the eldest of the Pfender sisters) was only too glad to drag herself to lunch, but when she got there, she learned she had no lunch money!
Woe onto those who must hunger for a lunch they shall never taste, to see other joyfully snacking while listning to the bear like grumblings of one's own tummy.
After this most accursed of all school days was over with and done for, Gini hopped on a bus headed for her house, there was a fight in the back between 2 girls, and the eldest Pfender sister was stuck listening to the screaming banshee's who quarrelled for most of the bus ride home.
At home, The two Pfender sisters (the youngest of the 2 being Emily) were rushed from the house to pick up their brother Robert (also known as Bobby, Bubby, Buddy, Boy, and Booger).
This is also were the restruant, the Brown Lantern came in. On the way to pick up Bobby the girls talked about books they had read, but dont worry, if you've read this far I congratulate you and name you a very persistent person, and if I could I would erect a statue in your name and glory, but I cant, so instead I will spare you the details of the two Pfender's book discussion, and will instead, skip ahead to the diner at The Brown Lantern.
As I'm sure that most of you are thinking, What kind of diner is named The Brown Lantern, or you're thinking, What a spooky sounding name. OR, you're thinking, when will this story be over because I really need to clip my toenails! But I am sorry dear friends but you will not have time to clip your toenails, because, and I regret to inform you of this, but this dreadfull story is far from over. I offer you another chance to leave now, and never click back.

Now, as I was saying...The girls ordered shrimp (Emily's) and a massive hamburger (Gini's). The girls were quite bloated when they left the restraunt and even the mention of food seemed like it would send the girls off to relive their dinner in full detail.

The girls were driven to their Great-Aunt Faye's who also had a guest of her own over. The girls, being children (whose minds wander easily), went out back, where they stumbled onto three, oval eggs. They picked up these eggs, the way children do. {You see, children are very curious about round and/or shiny object, just like wolves are curious about porcupines, and how cats are with just about anything that could hurt/kill them.}
The girls gathered the eggs, but later forgot about them and left them outside. Later, after the visit, the girl's grandparents drove them for dessert. The eldest of the two girls was still feeling dinner, so when Papa brought out a medium ice-cream, it was all she could do from dropping down on the spot (as it is, she only ate a small potion of the top layer).

I am now done recording this most dreadfully boring, and uninteresting story about the day of the Pfender girls. They did have a good nights sleep, if that's any consolation for you, but I doubt it is.
I am terribly sorry if you dropped dead of boredom, or if your computer electricuted you from tears shed at the grief of having read this dreadfull entry. It would be best, if you forgot all about this entry, because entries, as dangerous and boring as this one should be deleted and forgotten about.
If this paper offended you in any way, please contact me at 555-1234.
Now, I am done. Please, I beg of you, do not form an angry mob and search the town for me, I told you at the begining what a ghastley re-telling of a boring day this truelly was. So I bid you, adieu.
(Date: 2/28/05)

Random Junk

Hello again,
okay, im bored..again..so i think that I'm just gonna write whatever pops into my head..no HOLDING BACK!!! <-see, I told you, no holding back, whatever pops into MY HEAD!!
okay...also, Im not watching my grammar, so please excuse any missed comas, or misspelled wrods<-see, look, i did it again, there are NO RESTRICTIONS!!! I can put a coma in between w,ord,s <-HAHA, there is NO STOPPING ME NOW!!
ok, then, now that ive gotten tha out of my system,
RANDOM JUNK
1. My sister's initials stand for:
Exotic
Drink
P (use your imagination *winks*)

2. My initials stand for:
Very
Evil
Person

3. My parents aren't here at the moment (can you say HOUSE PARTY!!) *chuckles uneasily* "I was just joking momma, he-he"

4. My sister's hounding me to get on the internet.

5.We;re ( i did it again, BWAHAHAHA) having lasangua (& again *laughs crazily*) for dinner

6.I just came in from beting the crud out of my siblings, BWAHAHA ^_^

7.My friend jessie is paranoid

8.I'm a BIG Seminole friend, and jessie is a Gator (BOOO) fan!

Well, i g2g, my sister is going to strangle me if I dont get off soon (BWAHAHAHA),
BYE!

Update

Two other of my friends now have blogs:
Stacie's: www.artzygirl.blogspot.com
&
Jennifer's: www.legolas-cool.blogspot.com
&
Ashley's: http://www.hoopsash.blogspot.com
Ane here are some more, who've had themm longer!
Jessie's: www.sister1.blogspot.com
&
Nina's: www.dreamergirllove.blogspot.com
Go to them!
BYE!

Arrrgghhhhh!!!

As you can probably see by the title, I'm MAD!.......Well.....not really, really mad, because I'm rarely really, really mad....it's more like..I'M EXTREMELY ANNOYED AT MY COMPUTER!!!
*sniff,sniff*...it wont let me sign into messenger
What's a girl to do, im completely blocked off from my friends for the rest of the night..(OH NO! the walls are closing in...it's getting dark..I can hardly see...no comunication...no comuni...*blacks out*)
10 minutes later....
Sorry about that folks...I guess he whole thing got to my head....the head...which has a mouth...through which people talk through.....which i cant seeing as my COMPUTER WONT LET ME!!! @_@
OK, I've completely collected myself...nyes sir..no more freaking out for me...NOPE, i wont do it..not at all. *_* I'm completely fine *lets out a deep breath*..Alright.

Ok, now that i have that out of my system, Im done with this blog....chances are that im going to delete it after a day or 2, so too bad for those people who didnt get to hear me freak out over the internet. HAHAHA, I LAUGH AT ALL YOU POOR PEOPLE WHO HAVE NO CLUE ABOUT MY MENTAL PROBLEMS...HA-HA-HA.

A bit dramatic? Yeah, I thought so too...but hey...it doesnt matter...nobdy but me and a few friends will read this, and all of my friends have mental issues too *winks*, so it doesnt really matter. I mean, it's not like the goverment's watching our evert move......or is it?
DUN-DUN-DAH!
*eery laughing in he background, chills run up my spine, everything fades to darkness*
O_o

Like i said before..a bit dramatic.

Just To Mess With Jessie

Hello friends, and all the other people I don't know, who might be reading this!
Today let us discuss Jessie Renay Box, a.k.a sister, a.k.a jellybag, a.k.a jessica, and so the list goes on, and on. *thinks to myself* I wonder why she has so many aliases? But, that's none of mine, nor anyone else's, buisness.
Now then, you might have read about Jessie in my 1st post, titled 'Friends' but for those of you who havent, let me tell you a bit about her;
1.She's in Journalism (as am i)
2. She's got a bad temper. (I'm looking for an Anger Management program for her)
3. She likes guys....A LOT!
4. She gets good grades. (what a geek, but then again, so am I *winks*)
5. She'll kill me for putting all these things.
6. She's, what she likes to call, a REDNECK. (can ya'll say Yee-Ha)
7. She's a kind person, who will spare one of her best friends for embarassing her over the internet. "Right Jessie?" (*chuckles nervousley*)
8. She loves her babies...(they're dogs, k? Not kids, dogs, dont worry, she's not that way)
*** 2 hours later***
and, that's about all ya'll need to know about Jessie Renay Box...K? I didn't bore ya'll to death with all these interesting facts about a person ya'll've never met before? Good, I might come back and revise this, adding things, and such (provided Jessie doesn't kill me after reading this, although why she would eludes me, I've only told complete strangers facts about things she herself refuses to admit to herself....all well *shrugs shoulders* What's the worse she can do.....I know, I know, famous last words).

Friends

Okay, this is my first blog outside of msn.com. First of all let me say that i dont expect anyone but a few of my friends to ever read this, so if you're confused then i am sorry for it. F.Y.I, i'll try and give you a description of which friend I'm talking about:
Nina- one of my best friends who just moved way across the country, but we still keep in touch often.

Jessie- Another one of my best friends. She (in my opinion, and she'll probably kill me for saying this but..) needs Anger Management Classes. She's a flirt with a bad temper.

Stacie- Another close friend who (& please stacie dont take offence) but is always after some guy.

Jennifer-A close friend who likes to roll her eyes. *chuckles to myself*.

Stephen-A guy who once liked me, even though Stacie liked him (dont get mad stacie, you know, he knew). I tried to hook them up, but it backfired. *sighs* the things i do for friends.

*shurgs shoulders* Any who.....now you know, there are a few other too like Casey Nina'a ex-boyfriend (who Jennifer likes[but you didnt hear it from me]). Jessica Tice (not Jessie) who's cool and all. And Allysen, who's obsessed with cats, and is a good source of info.

Well, that's about it for now, at least now you'll know who im talking about during any other blogs i might post.....provided I can remember the web address. Maybe next time I'll tell you something about myself...MAYBE! I dont like talking about myself that much.

Bye