Gaggaflabblingtonson! I've been tagged!

I... Am so exited, and I was not expecting this at all, but Lex from LEXical Sematics tagged me, and it made me happy! I know what this means lex, you like my blog, and theres no lying about it. Thank you so much for this!

I just made a blog, and I have nothing to say, so I'm just going to get this started.

1) Sometimes I feel like I'm the craziest person person in the world...So you have to tell me something that makes you a little insane so I can feel better about myself.

Okay no, I'm kidding, but you still have to answer it :D

Have you ever read my blog? When I get crazy the same time I'm at the computer, it goes like this. I think I am the craziest person in my class, and I'm proud of it. The last couple days after school, I have been playing like a child with Krieger, "pretending." Y'know, like in Calvin and Hobbes.

Another thing was something I did only once, but I would do it again, if I hadn't got in so much trouble the first time. Once, I put on my biggest shirt and my super-stretchy pajama pants, and then I stole my friends blankets, and rammed 'em all in my clothing. I had stolen so many blankets, I needed someone to help me jam them all in. I was over three times my size, and when I fell, I needed help getting up. I then proceded to quickly waddle throughout the dorm, followed by a large crowd of screaming monkeys. Ehem, sorry, my friends. I get them confused.

I eventually rammed a senior that no one really likes into the wall with my blanket-belly. He tried punching me, but he missed because I had fallen flat on the ground.

2) Would you rather kiss Voldemort or Susan Boyle?

Well, I am a man, so I would like to lean towards the female, but I don't know...

I think I am going to pick Voldemort, because despite his nasty yellow nails, he for some reason looks really clean to me. He looks as clean as an Asian doctor, and thats not racist because it's a good thing.

Susan Boyle on the other hand... has a beard.

3) What is one impossible thing you wish was possible?

That I could live like Winnie the Pooh, or Wheezywaiter, and that is, live very simple, with enough money to live, and having a job that you love. Or, in Pooh's case, no job.

That really doesn't answer the question, but I cannot think of anything.

4) What type of dinosaur would you be? I want you to research extensively and match yourself up with one that has similar personality traits =P

Research? Aww... Come on Lex!

Probably, I would be a Pteranodon, which is very similar to a Pterodactyl. Like ice cubes in an ocean. Only because They can fly, and I don't like Pterodactyls. At all. I don't know why.

5) If you could move anywhere in the universe, where would you move? (Notice how I say "universe" which means if you would like to reside on Mars, or set up camp in a black hole, that's perfectly fine.)

Hmm... I think I would reside in mars and set up camp in a black hole. Not really, mars is just not for me. Too... alone...

Really, there are a lot of places that I would like to move, but I really don't know where. I would definitely stay on this planet, because I couldn't stand to be away from humanity.

One, I would like to live in a city thats busy, but not New York city. Maybe someplace in Chicago, preferably next door to Wheezywaiter. Craig Benzine.

I want it to be a semi calm place, where I rarely need to use my car because everything is so close to my house. Eric, shut up.

6) Theme song of your life?

I guess I can't think of a better one right now than "I want to bang on the drum all day", except, I don't play the drum. I just want to have fun and not work, and this is often my downfall.

7) Gallbladder or liver?

Well, I've always been a lung person myself,and I also really really love my pancreas, but I don't really like my gallbladder OR my liver. I don't like the idea of Gallstones though, so I'm gonna have to say liver.

I guess I kinda rushed this, but I think its good.

Imma tagging these punks. I... am NOT gangster.

Lex (LEXical Sematics)

Nan (Lifes Long; Live it well)

Krieger (Note to self: Think of Awesome Title)

Krieger's Older Brother (We are a Brutal Kind)

Wheezywaiter (The wheezy waiter)

I know I Didn't tag very many people, and that the last one is very unlikely, but I can hope right? Maybe if you all go to wheezywaiter's blog (click on his name), and comment on the most recent blog that I tagged him and that he should go check it out, he'll check it out. Imagine how cool that would be!

Here are your questions half-lizards.

1) What is one thing you hate about yourself? Phisically, OR other.

2) What is your favorite animal? Why? Is it a cow? Mine is.

3) Copying one of Wheezy's questions to Charlieissocoollike, What is that smell?

4) What's the weirdest thing you've done in public?

5) What is a question you REALLY wish you knew the answer to?

6) What would you do if twelve men came in your house uninvited and sat on your couch, staring at the wall and not saying a word?

Oink.

Go to wheezy's blog and tell 'im!

This blog is Gnome-like, as in short.

I need to do this. Not because I have been told to, or because It is satisfying to do it, but because of the cupcakes!

Cupcakes? Why, did I write that? What was I even talking about? I don’t have to do anything right now, except go to the bathroom, which the computer guy won’t let me do.

Gah! I have to go so bad!

So basically I am not planning ahead with this blog, though I hardly usually do anyway, but… Ok seriously I have to go.

Yes! He let me go! The teacher will always let you go if you have that urgent look in your eye. I think they have a contact lense with “that look” in it, and that would be pretty useful.

I have nothing to talk about. I might just end this here. Cruel and pathetic I know, but it’s Monday/Tuesday (I don’t remember which)! I have nothing to say. I will write another tomorrow that actually says something.

OH! One more story.

Today, we convinced a freshman boy to ask out a girl he liked. She said yes, she would go out with him, IF he didn’t play Xbox 360 for the rest of the day. You don’t know this boy, but he is obsessed with Xbox. He agreed and the date was set. Then we realized. Guess what comes out today? Halo Reach! You may not understand, but it was really funny to us.

ALSO THIS IS MY FIFTIETH BLOG!!! SEND ME CAAAAKKKE!!!

I like One Piece.

Pulpy pugs and ruler'ed spinal cords

(Random sound effect) Haha, I started it with a random sound effect without starting it with a random sound effect. I'm genius. I noticed that I have started a lot of my blogs so far with 'argh' or something like that. 'Tis not good, 'tis not good at all. Also, I noticed that I say 'anyway' a lot. I say one more word a lot, but I don't remember what it was.

Anyway… [<- herherher (to use one of my sister's words.)] Ooh brackets, real nice (*right click 'herherher', left click add to dictionary). Sorry, I absolutely positively had to do that, or else the Perpetual Pugs would've scored (we are playing soccer/fütbol/shark-bandana-obstacle-course-Muslim-beanbag-toss). What? They scored anyway? Well aren't they the sneakiest little critters.

Crit·ter [krittər](crit·ters)

Living thing

a living thing, especially an animal

(Informal or regional)

• That dog was a funny old critter (or in this case, it was VERY, VERY SNEAKY!!)

Today I have been doing everything at 300% speed and 25% accuracy, so I decided that as long as I was actually saying things that were six-seventeenths funny, I might as well write this do this. Also with me not posting next week, I absolutely positively have to do it.

Crap. They scored again.

This blog might be harder to read than others, and also might be cheating since I have so many tiny paragraphs. I DON'T CARE… bear. What? What? No you first. Ok… wait what?

Halp me I am stuck in a trap of writing lots about nothing. I probably could sit her for hours and type pages that say nothing at all. *Halp added to dictionary. I don't have time to sit here for hours though. I have cheat codes for Portal and Half Life 2 that I want to test. I cannot wait.

Teehee, I said 'cannot'.

Pulpy is a weird word, with a weird definition. Google defines pulpy as, well first of all it's an adjective, but its definition is this. NO, not the word 'this', the thirty-one words that directly follow after the next semicolon (semicolon just for the smack of it); 1. Like a pulp or overripe; not having stiffness and 2. Having the characteristics of pulp; having the characteristics of pulp fiction; thus, having a garish focus on sex and violence.

Hmmm. It went from deliciously sweet tasting but stupidly textured orange poop into sex and violence. How bad are things in this world that you cannot even discuss orange pulp without some Google worker coming up to you and changing the subject of your conversation for the worse. We should cause all of them to faint and then destroy all of the poke' centers so they can't be healed by annoying nurses with pink hair. Those Google workers and their Google maps cars, stealing your privacy AND your ice cream with the same hand. Man, hat Ticks me off almost as much as it Tocks me off.

Tocks: T-shaped socks for people with lonely feet. I made that up myself, in fact, I'm going to print that off and throw it away. Then do it again. I will then repeat it until the computer room supervisor dude throws a cleverly hidden ruler into my spinal cord from across the room.

That's probably not a good idea. I'll get Krieger to try it out. Now THAT is a good idea. I'm going to do that right now. Hold on one minute.

…

Yep, it happened exactly how I predicted it to, except the computer room guy threw it after only thirteen sheets thrown away. That was much faster than the predicted forty-five. Ew, Krieger is getting blood on the floor. Crap, this time, Krieger can't clean it up! WHO WILL DO THE WORK??

"This looks like a job for, Super-hero-with-about-forty-five-different-numbers-and-letters-on-his-costume (it's also blue)!!"

Wait, he does murder scene clean up? Well, that doesn't matter as long as I don't have to do it. At least he works for minimum wage. I'm happy to say we don't actually treat Krieger that bad. We clean up our own messes, no matter what type of bodily fluid it is!

MPREKDiYANTOS. That means 'goodbye for now' in munya, my sister's language.

MPREKDiYANTOS and munya were both obviously added to dictionary.