I had another weird dream...

About fire. I'm not a fan of fire-I mean, it's pretty and all, but I wonder why I kept dreaming about it.

Anyways, some of my dream may be lies, since I may have forgotten some and have had to improvised.

So for some weird reason, me and a randomly selected group of my friends were stuck in this little room. (T.T Okay...)

Then, for some weird reason, this chef guy gave us this plate with a lid on top. I think we were having a contest on who could cook this thing the fastest...?

Well, we opened the lid and guess what we had to cook-A GUN. Yes, we're going to cook some nice revovler. Delicious. (not)

Anyways, since we had no idea how to cook a gun (who does?) we set fire to it. And some really dumb person put it on our closet. And guess what? Someone had put all of our clothes in it.

OK, so our room was on fire. I don't know if we tried going through the door, but being how dumb we were to put a fiery gun on our closet, that was no surprise.

So, we were practically dying and we started making little speeches similiar to a soap opera. And then suddenly, someone started tying this bedsheet and then threw it out the window.

Nice. So, I did not die in this dream. Extra nice.

NO!!!!!!!! YOU CAN'T TOUCH THAT WALL!!!!!!!!!!!! NO!!!!!!!!

Yes, believe it or not, there are some people that are obsessed with walls. T.T As soon as my friend, James (a friend of mine from my church) went up the stairs in someone's house and had his itty bitty fingers graze the wall, some lady started yelling at him-

NO!! NEVER EVER TOUCH MY WALL!! DON'T TOUCH THE WALL! NOO!!

And she was serious. No smile, no giggle, just a REALLY angry face. So, I tried my best not to touch any of her walls the whole time I was there-which is NOT easy.

Anyways, since many people have commented on this blog, I will post a plate of cookies for all of my reviewers to share:

I know you can't eat this, so you will have to imagine eating it. It's called...VIRTUAL EATING!!!

Anyways, CIAO!!!

PS: I call the M&M one!!

Deja Vu In the Pool

Ummm... I was at YMCA Swimming, since i suck at swimming. -_- I was level Frog. And, dun-da-nuh-NUH!! Surprise, surprise!

I was the odlest and tallest, AGAIN. But then again, I flunked this class 3 times all ready, so whatever.... but then I found out I was demoted!!!!!! I was a Guppy Fish!! (pouts)

After that, i went to the party, and again, i was the oldest. But there WAS an 11 year old, just like me, but even then I was older than her.

Tch. anyways, this is all for now.

CIAO!!

HI!!!!!!!!!!!!

Hellllllo.... (sits primly in old-fashioned couch) Is anyone hear British?

(tries to talk in a British accent) I...hope...so-some or you people...are. (tries not to steriotype it)

Anyways, you know what I really hate sometimes???? My height. I'm tall, and i'm really skinny. I'm like a rail, and all the fat I want to have are in all the wrong places!

Na-na-na-na.... (for all of you people hear, 'na-na-na-na' means topic change)

Anyways, I had this one freaky dream about 2 nights ago I want some of you people hear to see. Oh ja, and if you didn't read the post below, please do. I am so easily bored I look thorugh all of my posts this month. I don't care if it was long ago or just the previous one.

It's-It's what i do in my spare time.

Anyways, this is what my dream was about. For some mysterious reason, I was sent to this huge camp, and to go to the other side there was this maze. There was also a fortress around the other side of the maze, but not at the other side.

So, at first, my dream was fun, and awesome. I swam in the swimming pool, I made friends, but i was warned about these Indians.

And then, one day, we saw smoke coming out of the fortress, and when we (as in me and my warrior friends...they were all adults/teens) went nearer, we saw that the Indians had set fire to our fortress!

OK, so, my friends became like an army and we all charged down to the Indians and started fighting them.

Suddenly, I alerted to myself to warn the other campers on the other side, so I rushed, (as impossible as a maze can be) towards the other side, but this crazy Indian girl (oh, I know Indians arne't like this. Maybe they were just terrorists. But they looked liek an old-fashioned Indian) followed me.

I can't really explain this, since I forgot some details, but me and the Indian girl had a sort of love-hate relationship. We helped each other at times, but several times we chased each othe,r and most of the time i think she held a spear...?

By the time I was on the other side she had lost her spear, and I babbled in front of these adults who didn't seem to care one bit about what was happening.

I forgot something, but I was trying to escape from the Indian girl by going into the maze, where I saw a shovel.

She was chasing me around, and I think she maybe gained back her spear, because I was running like I had never ran before. It felt like I was...floating.

And then I whipped around with the shovel and smacked her on the head with it. Since my dreams are PG-rated, all you could hear was a 'clang' and she fell to the ground, but there was no blood and stuff.

Anyways, the sky was really red, so I guess i was pretty much in the heat of the moment when I whacked her on the head with it again.

I felt guilty when I turned away, but then she started laughing like a maniac and I knew she hadn't felt a thing.

I think she was a cyborg. Think about it-no blood, and a clanging noise when i hit her. I mean, what the...?

So, she kept chasing me again, and then, POOF!, I awoke.

to tell you the truth, that dream was pretty fun. But it wasn't my style.

I really do prefer dreaming of adventures, but more light-hearted ones. Ones full of not only fighting and adventure, but some funny stuff, too. Like the movie Get smart.

Like one time, I once dreamt of kidnapping this total spoiled brat so she could join the FBI, (her information was very valuable. we needed her on the computers, i think) and we had to bribe her with a jar of M&M's.

Anyways, this is all for now!

CIAO!!!

Ugh... (PLUS REAL-LIFE STORY ABOUT A DISASTER INVOLVING A GLOSSY SUBSTANCE!!)

I feel so left behind... I hate it when commenters comment on me just once and then leave forever... although it's a few comments, not one.

IS MY BLOG SO UNPOPULAR AND UNNOTICABLE??!!! I REMEMBER YOU ALL!! TT_TT Dibsy's SO sad now!!

Anyways, summer is going to be a large part of this year, unlike all the other years!! Eveyr year, I just laid around, being a bum!

BUT NOW I'M GOING TO CHANGE!! I'M GOING TO BE MORE ATHLETIC, ACTUALLY STUDY FOR SIXTH GRADE, AND...um...

Well, you get my point. T.T Tch. Darn writers bloc.

Anyways, I just remembered a small portion of my life that I would like share... (-_- Do I sound like a teacher?) about lip gloss, and how my breath actually smelled good for once. (do you really want to hear this?)

One day when I was veyr little, the time when Yra and me were best friends and in the same class, we had this girl named Leslie, who was an E.G.G. (Extreme Girly Girl)

So one day I brought this two sided bubblegum Hello Kitty lipgloss, and she asked me to borrow it. So I gave it to her.

After lunch break (i think) I came to her while we were back in class for my lip gloss, and I was ABSOLUTELY SHOCKED to see her.

Leslie had overly done it, not like any other E.G.G. could. So, this makes her her an E.E.E.G.G.! (Extra Extra Extreme Girly Girl)!!!

Her lips looked bloated with my lip glossiness, and looked like, two times its size. Noticing how much the overcoat looked like lipstick, I hissed quickly to her, "Take it off!"

"What?" She looked overly shocked. Guess she didn't check the mirror.

"The lip gloss! Now! Before the teacher sees! We're not allowed to wear makeup at school, remember???"

Taking the hint, she rubbed her fingers on her lips, while Yra turned to me and aske,d "What happened?"

I explained to her the utmost disaster and she said, "Oh no! You shouldn't give Leslie anything!"

OK, so Leslie had wiped off the lipgloss already, right? So, I quickly demanded, "Where's my lip gloss?"

She handed it to me, and this is probably the grossest part to all of you E.G.G.'s and E.E.E.G.G.'s out there.

One of the lip gloss sides were stuck. Leslie had smooshed it all around(it was the lip gloss stick par.t you know, it was like a glue stick) , and the cap couldn't go in. (Leslie kept apologizing to me, btw) I looked around. No trash cans in sight. The classroom was near us, and for sure the teacher would catch us.

In a pure moment of desperation, I grabbed a chunk of lip gloss into my mouth. "We have to eat it!"

Of course, both my friends hesitated, but being so totally awesome (yra is more awesome cause she didn't ruin my lip gloss!) they joined me, and in the end, our mouths were sticky and covered in lip gloss goop, and a bitter taste was stuck in our mouths.

Lip gloss may smell good, but it tastes NASTY, by the way. Speaking of smell, I thinkour breaths started smelling pretty good.

Still nasty experience, though. T.T

Does anyone else have a nasty story they want to share? If so, comment on this post ONLY, and I'll try posting it on this blog, along with including your user name!

(I need descriptive details, though, if you can. I still love posting nasty stuff, though.)

OH NO...

Karate class... Oh, SNAP!!!

OK, listen-(leans in in a whispery voice) I'm 11 years old and i'm a white belt. My class is full of six year olds. Catch my drift? Six year olds can kick my butt. TT_TT

Anyways, um...um...since nobody commented on this on this other blog of mine, I guess it's all A-OK to put it here again...?

OMG WHAT IS WRONG WITH THE PEOPLE OF THE EARTH?! WHY ARE YOU PEOPLE ALLOWING THE PB&J'S TO TAKE OVER THE WORLD!!(for those of you who don't know, PB&J's means uninteresting or plain in dibsy language. see how much dibsyland will expand across our nation?)

IF NONE OF US DO ANYTHING SOON, OUR EARTH WILL BE BORING AND GRAY!! THE NEXT THING YOU KNOW, THE POT OF GOLD AT THE END OF THE RAINBOW WILL BE ONE OF THOSE RUSTY GRAY POTTYS IN THOSE PUBLIC BATHROOMS THAT STINK!!!

WHY WON'T ANYTHING DO ANYTHING ABOUT THIS??!!! WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU PEOPLE?! WHAT IS WRONG WITH ME??!! AAAAAHHH!!!!!!

(DIES)

(rises back from her grave)

HIIIIIII!!! OK, I calmed down. Seriously guys, what are you people going to do about the PB&J's? THE HORROR-THE HUMANITY, THE-(gets knocked out cold)

((runner-up jumps in, but is uglier than the real one)HELLO!! This is Dipsy, the runner-up! If you didn't know, the only reason this is called Dibsy is cause Dibsy won the Dissy Idol, which was the contest for the new person for this blog! I was the runner up. Dissy is the original. She retired cause she is old and ugly.

(Dissy throws cane at Dipsy, Dipsy faints cause she is a dip, he runner up's runner up jumps in)

Hiya! This is Ditzy! I'm the runner up's runner up! I'm absolutely determined to stay!(Dibsy wakes up, karate chops Ditzy, Ditzy goes unconcious)

And here you have it, the one and only Dibsy! Oh, the horror and shame of the PB&J's.

Look what it has made-Dipsy and Ditzy are on the ground! OH NO!Now, this was a demonstration of what a PB&J can do to you. (what does it even have to do with this?)

(points at audience) Do YOU want this to become you? You never know, maybe someone close to you could get struck by the sad sickness of a PB&J.

DON'T BE A PB&J.

I got braces...

Tch. Actually, I got only half of it. (???) It's only in my upper teeth, and it ACHES!!! (holds cheeks) It hurts so MUUUUCH!!!!

I went to the dentist, and-

Eleesa: She's scared of dentists.

(smacks Eleesa in the head) SHUT UP!! I'm not scared of THE dentist, they're nice to me, and-

Eleesa: But you're still scared of them.

(smacks eleesa on the head again) THEY'RE AT MY CHURCH, YOU KNOW!! THEIR SON IS ONE OF MY BROTHER'S FRIENDS!!!!

Eleesa: (rolls eyes) Pssh...

OKay, let's get this over with. I'm scared of the dentists when they are dentist-ing, (which, for the people that can't take a joke, means, 'dentists doing their thing') but not when they are not dentisting!

Eleesa: (rolls eyes again) (I wish her eyes would just roll off her head, btw)

Anyways, this is all for now. Any of the readers here, I'm sorry if this is sort of like spamming, but please, please read my other blog, Of Mallets and Malice (a story). Please, I beg of you. Please, read and comment it.

It took me a while to read, and i'm sorry for being really ungrateful, (especially to you, Alyce Kullen...) but I really want more people to comment it. If you know more people on blogger, ask them to comment!! It's an experiment, and I'm just trying to see if it'll work.

Anyways, CIAO!!