oh brunhilda look a happy little bluebird you fershinket mule you!! you been into the sacremental wine again that happy little bluebird has left a happy little doodoo on your hand. i'm in a good mood cuz its friday. alanna says i'm a happy little blueberry. *wastes all the staples in the countryside and devours them*
ok. we're going to talk about my sarcasm.
the number one sentence of the year is "oh, what ripping fun!"
the number two sentence of the year is "oh, what ripping pants!"
isn't it grand.
when i'm being sarcastic about having to go to physical education, i say "oh joy. oh rapture. oh what ripping fun."
it's funny.
and then a teacher says something to the class. and i murmur "i care. so much."
what else do i say that's funny? my friend sara says 'devil them' or 'p.e. is the devil'
alanna is keyboard happy.
alanna: aghewhIEOIAGHLkahgIEIGHkalsd9e4tg93ahwe99339hjghaweeee
STOP! WHOSE BLOG IS THIS?! as i was saying before i was so rippingly interrupted....
we say a lot of cool things sometimes. i don't remember any of them right now. alanna, what do i say that's cool? alanna i want you to be serious. you're just gonna write something stupid like you always do just to be funny and youre not supposed to be typing this. now say something.
alanna: you always say..... 'alanna.... you idiot'
it's gonna be ok, alanna.
i have this friend that thinks i'm 'da bomb' and everybody else is the devil. and i have another friend that everyone says smiles too much. i think he's just a happy person with really rosy cheeks.
alanna: MY MOUUSEEYYYY
husboy.
i killed an ant yesterday. it never hurted anyone.
alanna: hurted?
yeah.
*sigh*
i just smushed it with my thumb. then i gave it a funeral in the clovers. cuz i was sorry. mouse wept with me. you must all curse my name.
that reminds me of somethin else.
in the morning, mom tried to wake me up, and i wouldn't get up. she said 'morgan' meant 'morning' in german.
morgan: i curse my name. i hate mornings.
i do. i really do. lots. do you hate mornings? cracker, you friggin masochist!! i bet you don't even know what that word means. your pale white shriveled brain cannot factor any words that are more than two syllables. HAAA! you're evil. i laugh upon you all. i roll upon your displeasure. you dance around me like idiots. i scoff at you. i laugh. you're the coolest people in the world!! ....except for cracker. you've got mail you've got mail you've got you've got you've got you've got goodbye
by the way.
AGAINNNNN!!!!
Friday
i wanna say that i am going to school monday through friday, and its very bad. i never get the chance to blog. and its mm... mean. okay now i get to tell you about all the teachers. ms. spain is my homeroom teacher. she sits on a little podium and toddles around going 'uh......... uh.........' and forgetting what she wanted to say. like a numbnut. what's a numbnut. uh......... i sound like ms. spain. anyway we have this things called "checks" that you get when you're bad. they're kind of like how i crack the whip at alanna.
alanna: AHAHAHHAHAAHAHHA
its not that funny.
alanna: YES IT IS AHAHHAHA
anyway... eeeee. ms. spain likes to give these things called "checks" and all the kids hate "checks" because she gives them a thousand times a day. ms. spain's all right, though. she's going to like my compositions. she said she would. anyhoo, next subject, we have math. we have ms. sullivan.
alanna: the bane of my existance
just yours. anyway. ms. sullivan's not that bad so far. i get to sit in the back of the classroom so she hardly ever talks to me. we have "partners" that we work with. and my "partner" she doesn't talk much either so that works just fine for both of us.
alanna: i hated ms. sullivan. once whitney and me switched pullovers and i'd worn that thing every day that winter and ms. sullivan never said anything to me but when WHITNEY wore it she said 'that's a nice jacket'
oh the psychological baggage you carry. anyway. back to MY blog of the world. next we have... ms. ward. she's really funny but sometimes she says words wrong just like the president
alanna: but say 'plethora' and she'll love you for life!
she said 'usuallier' the other day. HA. HA. once she was trying to teach us about stars and she said the star was called BEETLEJUICE. my friend mariana the nice one is mad at ms. ward, though, because she was very picky on this one question on the test. but that's boring so i'm not gonna talk about it. next we have ms. ransom. i saw her on a wanted poster once.
that was a joke.
ms. ransom looks like one of those extremely nice and polite people. ehhh........... i sound like ms. ransom. EHHHHHH................ *gasp* ehhhh. WEAR A BRA IF YOU WANNA HOLD THOSE THINGS UP. LORD ALANNA. okay she wadn't sposed to type those. anyway. ms. ransom, as mouse would say, is "MELLOW"
alanna: they call my mellow yellowwww
she's a new teacher. you have to say fresh meat. she's a new teacher.
alanna: they call me mellow yellowwwwww
STUPID FISH! now. nobody calls you mellow yellow. about what we were talkin about. i'm finished talking. i'll talk about the classes of people.
first class. my class. our class is of decent people.
alanna: you guys are gonna lose field day
.....probably. anyway. our class is of decent people. we don't have any wannabe druggies. *cough* aaron.
and we don't have any poppets. (populars) we don't have any preps. we don't have any.. stupid people. because stupid people suck. DEVIL STUPID PEOPLE!
alanna: devil?
DEVIL THEM! DEVIL YOU TOO!!!!
alanna: MORGAN TAKE YOUR PILLS
DEVIL PILLS! RED RUM RED RUM
alanna: *shoves pills in morgan's mouth*
they call me mellow yellowww...............
alanna: wrong pills *shoves other pills in morgan's mouth*
anyway stupid people suck. and... we don't have any of those. in our class.
alanna: we have a brittany though
and then in ms. sullivan's class. i don't who's in ms. sullivans class besides anna the not really there. or anna the talley.
anyway. moving on to another class.... we have..... ms. ward's class. ms. ward's class has really cool people. like mariana the nice one and mouse the andrew. that's the stuff. they're cool.
alanna: what about aaron
oh yeah. and then there's aaron. who get's a thousand "checks" a day. i don't think it's his fault. i don't know whose fault it is but he acts like teachers don't like him very much. he probably deserves all them checks because he makes fun of people and draws wacky pictures of people that are insulting.
uh... i mean... insulting pictures. he's mean. i don't like him sometimes. mmm. then there's ms. ransom's class. in ms. ransom's class there are people in them. or lemmings. all of the extremely popular poppy girls are in that class. all of em. DEVIL THEM.
alanna: TAKE YOUR PILLS MORGAN
ANNE BOWMAN INVTED LUAU'S.
brittany: WACKO
MEEEEEEEEE. DEVIL ANNE BOWMAN. AAHHAHAHHHAAHHA. ......now you have to shove the pills in my mouth.
alanna: *shoves pills in morgan's mouth.*
brittany the chinese man: awesome. I BROUGHT YOU CLOTHES.
MELLOW YELLOW....... I TOOK THE WRONG PILLS. AGAAAAAAAAIN!!!!!!!!!!! I DON'T LIKE THEM POPPETS PEOPLE. GAHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!! ok that's over. now brittany gets to read it from the very beginning.
alanna: AHAHAHHAHAAHAHHA
its not that funny.
alanna: YES IT IS AHAHHAHA
anyway... eeeee. ms. spain likes to give these things called "checks" and all the kids hate "checks" because she gives them a thousand times a day. ms. spain's all right, though. she's going to like my compositions. she said she would. anyhoo, next subject, we have math. we have ms. sullivan.
alanna: the bane of my existance
just yours. anyway. ms. sullivan's not that bad so far. i get to sit in the back of the classroom so she hardly ever talks to me. we have "partners" that we work with. and my "partner" she doesn't talk much either so that works just fine for both of us.
alanna: i hated ms. sullivan. once whitney and me switched pullovers and i'd worn that thing every day that winter and ms. sullivan never said anything to me but when WHITNEY wore it she said 'that's a nice jacket'
oh the psychological baggage you carry. anyway. back to MY blog of the world. next we have... ms. ward. she's really funny but sometimes she says words wrong just like the president
alanna: but say 'plethora' and she'll love you for life!
she said 'usuallier' the other day. HA. HA. once she was trying to teach us about stars and she said the star was called BEETLEJUICE. my friend mariana the nice one is mad at ms. ward, though, because she was very picky on this one question on the test. but that's boring so i'm not gonna talk about it. next we have ms. ransom. i saw her on a wanted poster once.
that was a joke.
ms. ransom looks like one of those extremely nice and polite people. ehhh........... i sound like ms. ransom. EHHHHHH................ *gasp* ehhhh. WEAR A BRA IF YOU WANNA HOLD THOSE THINGS UP. LORD ALANNA. okay she wadn't sposed to type those. anyway. ms. ransom, as mouse would say, is "MELLOW"
alanna: they call my mellow yellowwww
she's a new teacher. you have to say fresh meat. she's a new teacher.
alanna: they call me mellow yellowwwwww
STUPID FISH! now. nobody calls you mellow yellow. about what we were talkin about. i'm finished talking. i'll talk about the classes of people.
first class. my class. our class is of decent people.
alanna: you guys are gonna lose field day
.....probably. anyway. our class is of decent people. we don't have any wannabe druggies. *cough* aaron.
and we don't have any poppets. (populars) we don't have any preps. we don't have any.. stupid people. because stupid people suck. DEVIL STUPID PEOPLE!
alanna: devil?
DEVIL THEM! DEVIL YOU TOO!!!!
alanna: MORGAN TAKE YOUR PILLS
DEVIL PILLS! RED RUM RED RUM
alanna: *shoves pills in morgan's mouth*
they call me mellow yellowww...............
alanna: wrong pills *shoves other pills in morgan's mouth*
anyway stupid people suck. and... we don't have any of those. in our class.
alanna: we have a brittany though
and then in ms. sullivan's class. i don't who's in ms. sullivans class besides anna the not really there. or anna the talley.
anyway. moving on to another class.... we have..... ms. ward's class. ms. ward's class has really cool people. like mariana the nice one and mouse the andrew. that's the stuff. they're cool.
alanna: what about aaron
oh yeah. and then there's aaron. who get's a thousand "checks" a day. i don't think it's his fault. i don't know whose fault it is but he acts like teachers don't like him very much. he probably deserves all them checks because he makes fun of people and draws wacky pictures of people that are insulting.
uh... i mean... insulting pictures. he's mean. i don't like him sometimes. mmm. then there's ms. ransom's class. in ms. ransom's class there are people in them. or lemmings. all of the extremely popular poppy girls are in that class. all of em. DEVIL THEM.
alanna: TAKE YOUR PILLS MORGAN
ANNE BOWMAN INVTED LUAU'S.
brittany: WACKO
MEEEEEEEEE. DEVIL ANNE BOWMAN. AAHHAHAHHHAAHHA. ......now you have to shove the pills in my mouth.
alanna: *shoves pills in morgan's mouth.*
brittany the chinese man: awesome. I BROUGHT YOU CLOTHES.
MELLOW YELLOW....... I TOOK THE WRONG PILLS. AGAAAAAAAAIN!!!!!!!!!!! I DON'T LIKE THEM POPPETS PEOPLE. GAHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!! ok that's over. now brittany gets to read it from the very beginning.
riiiiiiiiiiight. okaaaaaaaaaay. now that we can talk about planet of the apes some more, dad and i are gonna watch the last two old planet of the apes movies tonight. we already watched the other ones last weekend. there's this part in the first one when they're introducing Our Hero taylor to his mate, nova. and she's cocking her head and sniffing him. since she cannot talk, i made up some words for her.
taylor: *wears blanket*
nova: i like your skirt
and that was the beginning of a beautiful thing.
*attempts to sing* its a beautiful thing we made it about novaandtaylor
alanna: MORGAN IS LICKING THE MOUSEPAD.... HOLY CRAP HER TONGUE IS GREY AND BLACK NOW SHE'S EATING HER SHIRT AHHHHH OH MY GOD AHHHHHH SHES COMING FOR ME NOOO NOOOOOOO
taylor: *wears blanket*
nova: i like your skirt
and that was the beginning of a beautiful thing.
*attempts to sing* its a beautiful thing we made it about novaandtaylor
alanna: MORGAN IS LICKING THE MOUSEPAD.... HOLY CRAP HER TONGUE IS GREY AND BLACK NOW SHE'S EATING HER SHIRT AHHHHH OH MY GOD AHHHHHH SHES COMING FOR ME NOOO NOOOOOOO
haven't blogged in a while. i was gonna blog but blogger was down and alanna wouldn't get it back up. isn't that awful. don't we just wish she would just die. oh no we don't! we are here to inspire!!! just like miss cleo! who is actually steve. idnt that summin. the trix rabbit. i had a conversation with andrew the mouse about the trix rabbit. maybe it could be inspiring.
me: who's your favorite cereal mascot? tony the tiger? uhm... the fruit loop toucan? the trix rabbit? count chocula?
mouse: frosted flakes are good but tony is really annoying.
me: THEY'RE GRRRRRRRRREAT!!
mouse: and toucan sam is really annoying. and i don't know about count chocula. so i guess i'd have to say trix rabbit.
me: i feel sorry for the trix rabbit.
mouse: me too
me: cuz the kids tempt him with the trix. they wave the spoon around in front of his face. and then they say 'SILLY RABBIT TRIX ARE FOR DUMB BUNNIES'
mouse: and when they wave the spoon around, they bop him on the head with it and he says 'they'll always be a hit with me' in a really drunken voice.
me: you know what we should do with the trix rabbit?
mouse: what?
me: we should get a better cereal than trix and give it to the rabbit and say 'silly rabbit these are for you'
and then we said a lot of things like 'silly rabbit blah blah blah blah!' 'silly rabbit trix suck' 'silly rabbit they're never gonna give you the trix anyway' and then all the kids would want the better cereal we gave him and we would say 'silly children you're prejudice against rabbits!' and then i give them an evil eye. that's the story. don't wear it out. and then you know what. THIS IS MEEEEE RED RUM RED RUM
me: who's your favorite cereal mascot? tony the tiger? uhm... the fruit loop toucan? the trix rabbit? count chocula?
mouse: frosted flakes are good but tony is really annoying.
me: THEY'RE GRRRRRRRRREAT!!
mouse: and toucan sam is really annoying. and i don't know about count chocula. so i guess i'd have to say trix rabbit.
me: i feel sorry for the trix rabbit.
mouse: me too
me: cuz the kids tempt him with the trix. they wave the spoon around in front of his face. and then they say 'SILLY RABBIT TRIX ARE FOR DUMB BUNNIES'
mouse: and when they wave the spoon around, they bop him on the head with it and he says 'they'll always be a hit with me' in a really drunken voice.
me: you know what we should do with the trix rabbit?
mouse: what?
me: we should get a better cereal than trix and give it to the rabbit and say 'silly rabbit these are for you'
and then we said a lot of things like 'silly rabbit blah blah blah blah!' 'silly rabbit trix suck' 'silly rabbit they're never gonna give you the trix anyway' and then all the kids would want the better cereal we gave him and we would say 'silly children you're prejudice against rabbits!' and then i give them an evil eye. that's the story. don't wear it out. and then you know what. THIS IS MEEEEE RED RUM RED RUM
Wednesday
alanna's mad at me cuz I can't open & close the back door whenthe dogs need to go in and out.
it's stuck.
ya gotta pull hard to get it open
she said it's not that hard,but i can't do it
beleive me i tried til' my fingers hurt (it's a slide door by the way)
i can't do it
alanna said she wouldn't do it again
now
i'm sad
it's stuck.
ya gotta pull hard to get it open
she said it's not that hard,but i can't do it
beleive me i tried til' my fingers hurt (it's a slide door by the way)
i can't do it
alanna said she wouldn't do it again
now
i'm sad
can i have some tilex? *SPRAYSPRAY* [; ...yay *SPRAYS SELF*make me clean tileeeeeeeeeeeeex!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
O: AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH HHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHYHHHHHHHH
O:
(FIRST POST TYPED BY MORGAN......................................... ............................. ......................................EVER)
O: AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH HHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHYHHHHHHHH
O:
(FIRST POST TYPED BY MORGAN......................................... ............................. ......................................EVER)
and there i was.
at my sixth grade registration.
of death.
it was very embarrassing and i looked very stupid. my hair was all wet because i had just taken a shower.
i felt very stupid. and i don't wanna go to sixth grade.
i'm too young to die!!
and anyhoo, i saw marianna the nice one there. for six years in a row she has not been in my class. i don't think she'll ever be in my class.
anyway, i was so happy to see her. and i gave her a really big hug and got her wet. and she had to tap me on the head to get me off. it was kind of embarrassing.
then, ms. spain wouldn't stop talking about how glad she was to have a girl named morgan in her class. she was nice, though. no, alanna, she did not say anything about you. and thankfully did not talk about her granddaughter either.
oh by the way, ms. spain is my teacher.
brand spankin new.
anyhoo, i had to go around and hug all my teachers except for my third grade teacher because i couldn't find her.
alanna: mr. jackson hugged me on the last day of school. it was a horrific experience.
i just got a really weird image in my head, alanna. now that i will never look at any history teacher type again, i'm going to get on with my life and talk about anyhoos.
anyhoo, that was a really bad experience. not alanna's experience. MY experience. and i never wanna go back to that cafeteria again. i never wanna go in that school again.
its not that i haven't had good memories in it. plenty of my teachers were dandy spandy.
but then there was the teacher that was only there for two weeks before she quit. i understand why, but i'm not gonna get into that. then we had a substitute for a whole week without them telling us what was going on.
anyhoo, alanna just scared the crap out of me. there are little dingleberries all over the floor. and now that i've scared all of you, i'm going to stop talking because this is getting too depressing and you don't want to read it.
by the way...... i still like you, ms. underhill.
at my sixth grade registration.
of death.
it was very embarrassing and i looked very stupid. my hair was all wet because i had just taken a shower.
i felt very stupid. and i don't wanna go to sixth grade.
i'm too young to die!!
and anyhoo, i saw marianna the nice one there. for six years in a row she has not been in my class. i don't think she'll ever be in my class.
anyway, i was so happy to see her. and i gave her a really big hug and got her wet. and she had to tap me on the head to get me off. it was kind of embarrassing.
then, ms. spain wouldn't stop talking about how glad she was to have a girl named morgan in her class. she was nice, though. no, alanna, she did not say anything about you. and thankfully did not talk about her granddaughter either.
oh by the way, ms. spain is my teacher.
brand spankin new.
anyhoo, i had to go around and hug all my teachers except for my third grade teacher because i couldn't find her.
alanna: mr. jackson hugged me on the last day of school. it was a horrific experience.
i just got a really weird image in my head, alanna. now that i will never look at any history teacher type again, i'm going to get on with my life and talk about anyhoos.
anyhoo, that was a really bad experience. not alanna's experience. MY experience. and i never wanna go back to that cafeteria again. i never wanna go in that school again.
its not that i haven't had good memories in it. plenty of my teachers were dandy spandy.
but then there was the teacher that was only there for two weeks before she quit. i understand why, but i'm not gonna get into that. then we had a substitute for a whole week without them telling us what was going on.
anyhoo, alanna just scared the crap out of me. there are little dingleberries all over the floor. and now that i've scared all of you, i'm going to stop talking because this is getting too depressing and you don't want to read it.
by the way...... i still like you, ms. underhill.
Tuesday
and so i said i would post lindenwood memories as they merrily roll along. well... a memory just jelly-rolled along. it was about pudding. the jelly-roll had pudding on it. or it came with pudding. anyhoo.
alanna: *attempts to sing* i have a sweet little warm little jelly-roll
well isn't that special. no. ANYHOO......... we had this tradition at lindenwood.... or alanna did.
in the Concessions, we used to ALWAYS sit. in the back seats near the walls and windows. that was our seat in the corner.
*sings* all alone in my own little corner all alone in my own little chair.
alanna: only not.
anyhoo, i wasn't really alone. the lindenwood folk would sit with us.
anyhoo, about this tradition. whenever we had pudding, alanna would take her spoon and flick some on the wall. it was sometimes done outside on the picnic table. but that's not important.
one day, there was a particularly huge slop which was aimed at aaron the addict. he ducked. and directly where his massive head had been, there was a glop and slop stuff right next to some dried up crusty vanilla.
alanna: what are you talkin about
THE WALL. the glop is pudding. and the crusty vanilla is the pudding alanna had already put there.
and we always did say 'LOOK. ALANNA MADE HER MARK.' and that was funny.
but then they cleaned it up and we stopped doing our tradition cuz ms. sue came into the Concessions more often and they watched us closer.
alanna: that's because jesse was cool.
and then they..... made him leave. anyhoo, ms. sue yelled at us once for calling aaron 'kimberly'
alanna: you didn't even tell about the point of that story!!
what was the point of that story? .... it was to type merrily rolling along stuff.
alanna: no, no, no. they were repainting the Concessions the other day at summer camp and they had to scrape our pudding remains from the walls.
ahahhahahhaaha. heeheeeeheeeeeeeeeee. ahglakahha. *literal giggling* anyhoo.
once i tried to flick some apple sauce at somebody and i had the spoon turned the wrong way.
and in my face, was some mushed up crazy cinnamon apple junk. and the assistant principal staring back at it.
*sigh* oh boy.
you can see me later, slaves.
away with you now.
i tire of your presence.
POST!......... POST POST QUICK
alanna: *attempts to sing* i have a sweet little warm little jelly-roll
well isn't that special. no. ANYHOO......... we had this tradition at lindenwood.... or alanna did.
in the Concessions, we used to ALWAYS sit. in the back seats near the walls and windows. that was our seat in the corner.
*sings* all alone in my own little corner all alone in my own little chair.
alanna: only not.
anyhoo, i wasn't really alone. the lindenwood folk would sit with us.
anyhoo, about this tradition. whenever we had pudding, alanna would take her spoon and flick some on the wall. it was sometimes done outside on the picnic table. but that's not important.
one day, there was a particularly huge slop which was aimed at aaron the addict. he ducked. and directly where his massive head had been, there was a glop and slop stuff right next to some dried up crusty vanilla.
alanna: what are you talkin about
THE WALL. the glop is pudding. and the crusty vanilla is the pudding alanna had already put there.
and we always did say 'LOOK. ALANNA MADE HER MARK.' and that was funny.
but then they cleaned it up and we stopped doing our tradition cuz ms. sue came into the Concessions more often and they watched us closer.
alanna: that's because jesse was cool.
and then they..... made him leave. anyhoo, ms. sue yelled at us once for calling aaron 'kimberly'
alanna: you didn't even tell about the point of that story!!
what was the point of that story? .... it was to type merrily rolling along stuff.
alanna: no, no, no. they were repainting the Concessions the other day at summer camp and they had to scrape our pudding remains from the walls.
ahahhahahhaaha. heeheeeeheeeeeeeeeee. ahglakahha. *literal giggling* anyhoo.
once i tried to flick some apple sauce at somebody and i had the spoon turned the wrong way.
and in my face, was some mushed up crazy cinnamon apple junk. and the assistant principal staring back at it.
*sigh* oh boy.
you can see me later, slaves.
away with you now.
i tire of your presence.
POST!......... POST POST QUICK
Monday
i live like a nun in a cloister. diddle diddle. i hate it.
that's my story. it is the story of my life.
isn't it sad?
well then. alanna have we had any funny conversations lately?
alanna: all the time
do you remember any of them?
alanna: not a one
do you wanna post the thing about utaw? have we already posted that?
alanna: i do not recall
well then. i've got half a mind to do that now. and since i've got nothing to do with that half mind, i've got half a mind to do it. the other half.
alanna: is non-existant.
WHAT DID I TELL YOU, SLAVE?! GET BACK IN YOUR CELL!!
anyhoo, now that that's overwith, i was watchin sailor moon reruns. i like my arms fully intact.
anyway, about these sailor moon reruns.
saphire DIED. boo-hoo, we're all sad, yeah right, anyway.
diamond picked him up and carried him around, seeing as diamond is his sibling.
that night.....
morgan: if i died, would you carry me around?
alanna: *sings* because i carry you, baby. i carry you. around.
morgan: seriously.
alanna: *keeps singing*
morgan: alanna, would you carry me around when i died?
alanna: *keeps singing*
morgan: is that the only line of the song you know?
alanna: *keeps singing*
morgan: WOULD YOU CARRY ME AROUND?
alanna: no, morgan. i would not go to the morgue a thousand miles away while i was in.....
morgan: utaw
alanna: why utaw?!
morgan: cuz its fun to say U-TAWWW
alanna: well i would not go all the way from utaw, where the mormans live, drag you back to utaw, after i got you from the morgue, and start my own cremation business by setting your corpse on fire.
morgan: but not stick around because rotting flesh smells
alanna: right.
morgan: so you wouldn't carry me around?
alanna: want me to try?
morgan: yeah
alanna: *begins feeble attempts to lift morgan off the bed. does not succeed*
morgan: *has lots of fun*
alanna and morgan: *mass late night giggling*
morgan: *makes her own feeble attempts to carry alanna around. alas, alanna is as heavy as an elephant dancing on top of the titanic*
that is all.
alanna: i resent that!!!!!!
and then, in the morning, we were awake. still. and dad came in and alanna was pretending to be asleep but i had been sitting up when dad came in so i closed my eyes and pretended to slump over immediately. amazingly enough, dad did not fall for my genius plan.
morgan: alanna's asleep
dad: no she's not; i could hear you guys gigglin
morgan: well she's not gigglin now!
alanna: *giggle giggle*
dad: *tickles alanna*
alanna: *laughs, amazingly enough*
now i'm going to sing a song. oops! we ran out of time. come and visit me at my hut some other time. you can leave now before i crack my whip at you.
alanna: found a peanut found a peanut found a peeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeanut
that's my story. it is the story of my life.
isn't it sad?
well then. alanna have we had any funny conversations lately?
alanna: all the time
do you remember any of them?
alanna: not a one
do you wanna post the thing about utaw? have we already posted that?
alanna: i do not recall
well then. i've got half a mind to do that now. and since i've got nothing to do with that half mind, i've got half a mind to do it. the other half.
alanna: is non-existant.
WHAT DID I TELL YOU, SLAVE?! GET BACK IN YOUR CELL!!
anyhoo, now that that's overwith, i was watchin sailor moon reruns. i like my arms fully intact.
anyway, about these sailor moon reruns.
saphire DIED. boo-hoo, we're all sad, yeah right, anyway.
diamond picked him up and carried him around, seeing as diamond is his sibling.
that night.....
morgan: if i died, would you carry me around?
alanna: *sings* because i carry you, baby. i carry you. around.
morgan: seriously.
alanna: *keeps singing*
morgan: alanna, would you carry me around when i died?
alanna: *keeps singing*
morgan: is that the only line of the song you know?
alanna: *keeps singing*
morgan: WOULD YOU CARRY ME AROUND?
alanna: no, morgan. i would not go to the morgue a thousand miles away while i was in.....
morgan: utaw
alanna: why utaw?!
morgan: cuz its fun to say U-TAWWW
alanna: well i would not go all the way from utaw, where the mormans live, drag you back to utaw, after i got you from the morgue, and start my own cremation business by setting your corpse on fire.
morgan: but not stick around because rotting flesh smells
alanna: right.
morgan: so you wouldn't carry me around?
alanna: want me to try?
morgan: yeah
alanna: *begins feeble attempts to lift morgan off the bed. does not succeed*
morgan: *has lots of fun*
alanna and morgan: *mass late night giggling*
morgan: *makes her own feeble attempts to carry alanna around. alas, alanna is as heavy as an elephant dancing on top of the titanic*
that is all.
alanna: i resent that!!!!!!
and then, in the morning, we were awake. still. and dad came in and alanna was pretending to be asleep but i had been sitting up when dad came in so i closed my eyes and pretended to slump over immediately. amazingly enough, dad did not fall for my genius plan.
morgan: alanna's asleep
dad: no she's not; i could hear you guys gigglin
morgan: well she's not gigglin now!
alanna: *giggle giggle*
dad: *tickles alanna*
alanna: *laughs, amazingly enough*
now i'm going to sing a song. oops! we ran out of time. come and visit me at my hut some other time. you can leave now before i crack my whip at you.
alanna: found a peanut found a peanut found a peeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeanut
i imagine my blog like a little orange hut with little shrubberies outside. it could be a little hut at the putt-putt place where you knock balls into the little mousehole. anyhoo, it has a little door but its locked and it has a little window thing where you can only see my eyes peeping really wide out of it and there's another little flap like a doggie door that i can stick my hand out of and crack my whip. when i want my visitors to go away. my visitors sit on a little orange stool that goes bobilly-bobilly when you sit on it. it also makes fartie noises. squish squash. and then my sister has a little hut next to me. its covered in shrubberies. she sticks her head really far out the chimney and screams at me. and then i crack my whip at her. i can't really reach her but she's like a puppy and gets scared and crawls back into her hole. you can hear her whimpering.
anyhoo. self? do i have anything to say, self?
yes.
on my right pinkie poor little toe, is a mosquitoe bite bigger than the toe itself. the poor little toe is quivering and being crushed underneath this massive M.B. (M.B. is code. i like codes. they're cool)
my cousin's husband has an ingrown toenail.
*cracks whip* GO AWAY GO AWAY GET OUTTA MY HOUSE
YO-HOOOOOOOOOOOOOO
YO-HOOOOOOOOOOOOOO-HOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO
AGAIN!!!!!!! AND AGAIN AND AGAIN.
*grunt*
anyhoo. self? do i have anything to say, self?
yes.
on my right pinkie poor little toe, is a mosquitoe bite bigger than the toe itself. the poor little toe is quivering and being crushed underneath this massive M.B. (M.B. is code. i like codes. they're cool)
my cousin's husband has an ingrown toenail.
*cracks whip* GO AWAY GO AWAY GET OUTTA MY HOUSE
YO-HOOOOOOOOOOOOOO
YO-HOOOOOOOOOOOOOO-HOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO
AGAIN!!!!!!! AND AGAIN AND AGAIN.
*grunt*
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