Sunday, March 20, 2011
mercury is 4 years old today!
I'm not talking about the planet mercury, or the space program mercury, or the element mercury, or even the computer company! I'm talking about the dog MERCURY! Today we prepared a canine delicacy fit for a labrador! it was organic grain-free hormone-free beef for dogs, a sprinkle of shredded mozzarella, and 4 beggin strips candles.mercury was very excited, but he held his composure like the true professional he is. after happy birthday was signed and sung, he waited for the command, and then he turned into a eating-machine! even after all the traces of the meal was gone, he was still licking the bowl,around the bowl, and anywhere that molecules that dog food odor clung to. katie drew a wonderful photo, but it's too bad mercury's color-blind. he still appreciated it though. he knows it has "*nonsense* mercury *nonsense" written on it! for now, i'll just add the movie. later there'll be a interview with his wonderful owner. so, stay tuned for more things!
Tuesday, March 15, 2011
my new story.
3/30/57 6:00 PM
Dear journal,
My mom bought me a cheap toy ray gun, and i’m happy. the motor whirrs, and a little lightbulb blinks at the tip of the gun. my mom’s happy, since the gun is only a lightbulb and noises, so i can’t destroy the house because i put a rubber band on the trigger.
3/31/57 6:00 PM
Dear journal,
My mom wants me to write in this journal, so I’m writing my thoughts down on this book. Today it was sunny, and I played in the treehouse all afternoon. I packed up my stuff from the treehouse (it’s going to rain tomorrow), and the roof to the treehouse is leaky. So, I hope you have a nice day.
3/31/57 10:00 PM
I can’t sleep, so I’m busy watching episodes of “The adventures of Super Yardstick” on the computer. I love the episode where yardstick scratches up the sofa of evil, and attacks the evil king called “owner”. I think that episode was about how yardstick saw his world before his powers. Anyways, good night.
4/1/57 2:00 AM
Dear journal,
I was woken up suddenly by a booming crash coming from the hill where my old treehouse was. The police aren’t letting me near it, but they’ll tell me what happened in the morning.
4/1/57 8:00 AM
Dear journal,
The police told me that a UFO was found inside the treehouse, and some people are acting suspicious. My father’s yelling at our neighbor’s more than usual (they mostly shout over who stole their lawnmower and stuff like that) and mom won’t let me watch cartoons right now. I’m not sure if I was grounded over leaving home without permission, or something important’s on the news. Anyways, have a nice day.
4/2/57 9:00 AM
Dear journal,
There’s something suspicious about our neighbors. Their house has power, even though all the electronics in our neighborhood is down. My family is bored, so I’m using writing as a creative outlet while the computer’s down.
*poems on several pages*
4/3/57 12:00 PM
Dear journal,
Just in case anybody’s an alien, i’m writing this. I can tell if my family is real because I can sense that look of friendship in their eyes. I trust cats because even if they WERE evil aliens, they’re still cats. they can be turned good by petting them and giving them food. the worst the cats can do is scratch,bite, and relieve their-self on my best clothes.
4/3/57 7:00 PM
Dear journal,
There’s a riot forming outside. Not many people know what’s going on, but it’s something about “everybody’s an alien” or some dumb thing like that. Strange how people can go from friendly to nasty in just a few days! I’m feeling kind of scared, and I’m getting sort of paranoid. Anyways, good night.
4/4/57 8:00 AM
Dear journal,
The citizens are getting more violent. I smell smoke through the cracked window. They’re starting to burn people who they think are aliens. Have we learned NOTHING from witches? (besides the fact that you can melt somebody with green skin with a bucket of water.) they burned the guy who always wears a human halloween costume, the guy who got plastic surgery a few weeks ago, the guy who works in the movies, and I think my family’s next. I’m feeling a bit brave.
4/4/57 12:00 PM
Dear journal,
A few citizens are afraid of my ray gun, even though it says “this is a toy” in bold letters on the side. i feel sort of suspicious about them. when i make the motor run, the citizens gets scared. I think the citizens are aliens, since the ray gun mostly looks like a fake, orange electric drill (with the drill removed, just leaving the case and motor) with the words “this is a toy” slapped on it. it might be important to know who’s an alien or not, since i could try to defend them from the crazy citizens (if they’re human)
4/5/57 12:00 PM
Dear journal,
Some of the neighborhood bullies have decided to scare the neighborhood by dressing up like stereotypical aliens. The citizens burned them without a second thought. I kind of feel sorry for them, even though they were jerks. So, I guess this will probably be the last for today.
4/6/57 9:00 AM
Dear journal,
Not much of us are left. Half the population of this street has been erased, and the only people left are the paranoid people, and us. We’re going into hiding now, so hopefully the citizens will destroy each other before they get us.
4/6/57 5:00 PM
Dear journal,
People are starting running away, and the old houses are being burned down by the once-friendly citizens. The citizens have thought that we’re gone, and they ran out of fire. The aliens are starting to move into our (now abandoned) street, and setting up houses. Might as well greet them.
4/6/57 6:00 PM
Dear journal,
The aliens look a lot like us, and they surprisingly speak English.I could scare them by pointing my (obviously fake) ray gun at them. (how could they miss the giant “THIS IS A TOY” label on the bright orange gun?) The aliens are good, and they came to earth to attempt to ask the president to share the earth’s supply of it’s best resource, leaves. I guess it’s the caviar of their planet. They grind it, and then they sprinkle it on their food. (the idiom “one man’s trash is another man’s treasure” comes to mind...) I feel sort of strange around them, like I don’t belong there. Since we’re the only humans on the street, we decided to move tomorrow. So, I’m saying goodbye to the old house.
4/8/57 9:00 AM
Dear journal,
I’m writing this in the backseat of my family’s van.It felt strange writing, since the vibrations from the car kept on distracting me. I apologize for the bad penmanship. We’re moving to another part of town, and the last I’ve seen of my old house is on Allen street (now renamed “Alien street”). I’m going to repaint my new room blue when I get there, and putting my journal in a soft, velvet drawer. I decided to repaint my new room blue because blue’s relaxing (i’ll need to relax after all that happened on Allen street!) I decided to put my journal in a drawer so i can find it, and so people can’t see my journal and sell the story to the “supermarket daily lies”.
4/8/57 12:00 PM
Dear journal,
I redecorated, and created a new treehouse.hopefully this one won’t leak or have weak wood that breaks like thin ice. I remember the time when I slipped on water and fell through the wood! Good thing I landed in a leaf pile as soft as fresh snow! I feel a bit tired, so I’ll take a rest.
4/8/67 9:00 AM
Dear journal,
I must’ve rested a bit too much! 10 years have passed since I moved into here, and the entire town has become controlled by aliens! Turns out that I’m the last human family here, and they left town already. I’m 20 years old now! Yikes! I’ll try my best to keep the legacy of allen street alive, and stay here. Goodbye.
(translated entry. this is an entry from another group of aliens, and the end of the entry is badly translated. you can blame our translators for that. from what i could make out of it, it’s talking about how they’re trying to blend into the humans, and take over everywhere on december 15th 2067. i MAY be wrong and it might be a quest for taking all the leaves in the world.)
4/9/57 12:00 AM
Dear journal,(or as the subject calls this)
The ruler has been successful at making the subject think that he’s 10 years older.Now that he’s an adult with tons of duties, he doesn’t have time to stick his nose into our plans... to take over the world’s supply of leaves! we’re going to help out by outlawing rakes and leaf blowers, since they’re not sanitary for our food. sure, the kids might not know the joys of jumping in leaf piles, and the dogs might be upset that they can’t do their autumn frolic, but they’ll know the fine cuisine of pine needles and oak leaves crumbled on their ice cream! sorry for drooling on this journal! ironically, our subject is now a landscaper/sous chef. hopefully he will stay anti-leafitarian so he won’t eat our precious food source. wait, is that a mulcher i hear? OH NO! THAT WAS MY BREAKFAST!
Dear journal,
My mom bought me a cheap toy ray gun, and i’m happy. the motor whirrs, and a little lightbulb blinks at the tip of the gun. my mom’s happy, since the gun is only a lightbulb and noises, so i can’t destroy the house because i put a rubber band on the trigger.
3/31/57 6:00 PM
Dear journal,
My mom wants me to write in this journal, so I’m writing my thoughts down on this book. Today it was sunny, and I played in the treehouse all afternoon. I packed up my stuff from the treehouse (it’s going to rain tomorrow), and the roof to the treehouse is leaky. So, I hope you have a nice day.
3/31/57 10:00 PM
I can’t sleep, so I’m busy watching episodes of “The adventures of Super Yardstick” on the computer. I love the episode where yardstick scratches up the sofa of evil, and attacks the evil king called “owner”. I think that episode was about how yardstick saw his world before his powers. Anyways, good night.
4/1/57 2:00 AM
Dear journal,
I was woken up suddenly by a booming crash coming from the hill where my old treehouse was. The police aren’t letting me near it, but they’ll tell me what happened in the morning.
4/1/57 8:00 AM
Dear journal,
The police told me that a UFO was found inside the treehouse, and some people are acting suspicious. My father’s yelling at our neighbor’s more than usual (they mostly shout over who stole their lawnmower and stuff like that) and mom won’t let me watch cartoons right now. I’m not sure if I was grounded over leaving home without permission, or something important’s on the news. Anyways, have a nice day.
4/2/57 9:00 AM
Dear journal,
There’s something suspicious about our neighbors. Their house has power, even though all the electronics in our neighborhood is down. My family is bored, so I’m using writing as a creative outlet while the computer’s down.
*poems on several pages*
4/3/57 12:00 PM
Dear journal,
Just in case anybody’s an alien, i’m writing this. I can tell if my family is real because I can sense that look of friendship in their eyes. I trust cats because even if they WERE evil aliens, they’re still cats. they can be turned good by petting them and giving them food. the worst the cats can do is scratch,bite, and relieve their-self on my best clothes.
4/3/57 7:00 PM
Dear journal,
There’s a riot forming outside. Not many people know what’s going on, but it’s something about “everybody’s an alien” or some dumb thing like that. Strange how people can go from friendly to nasty in just a few days! I’m feeling kind of scared, and I’m getting sort of paranoid. Anyways, good night.
4/4/57 8:00 AM
Dear journal,
The citizens are getting more violent. I smell smoke through the cracked window. They’re starting to burn people who they think are aliens. Have we learned NOTHING from witches? (besides the fact that you can melt somebody with green skin with a bucket of water.) they burned the guy who always wears a human halloween costume, the guy who got plastic surgery a few weeks ago, the guy who works in the movies, and I think my family’s next. I’m feeling a bit brave.
4/4/57 12:00 PM
Dear journal,
A few citizens are afraid of my ray gun, even though it says “this is a toy” in bold letters on the side. i feel sort of suspicious about them. when i make the motor run, the citizens gets scared. I think the citizens are aliens, since the ray gun mostly looks like a fake, orange electric drill (with the drill removed, just leaving the case and motor) with the words “this is a toy” slapped on it. it might be important to know who’s an alien or not, since i could try to defend them from the crazy citizens (if they’re human)
4/5/57 12:00 PM
Dear journal,
Some of the neighborhood bullies have decided to scare the neighborhood by dressing up like stereotypical aliens. The citizens burned them without a second thought. I kind of feel sorry for them, even though they were jerks. So, I guess this will probably be the last for today.
4/6/57 9:00 AM
Dear journal,
Not much of us are left. Half the population of this street has been erased, and the only people left are the paranoid people, and us. We’re going into hiding now, so hopefully the citizens will destroy each other before they get us.
4/6/57 5:00 PM
Dear journal,
People are starting running away, and the old houses are being burned down by the once-friendly citizens. The citizens have thought that we’re gone, and they ran out of fire. The aliens are starting to move into our (now abandoned) street, and setting up houses. Might as well greet them.
4/6/57 6:00 PM
Dear journal,
The aliens look a lot like us, and they surprisingly speak English.I could scare them by pointing my (obviously fake) ray gun at them. (how could they miss the giant “THIS IS A TOY” label on the bright orange gun?) The aliens are good, and they came to earth to attempt to ask the president to share the earth’s supply of it’s best resource, leaves. I guess it’s the caviar of their planet. They grind it, and then they sprinkle it on their food. (the idiom “one man’s trash is another man’s treasure” comes to mind...) I feel sort of strange around them, like I don’t belong there. Since we’re the only humans on the street, we decided to move tomorrow. So, I’m saying goodbye to the old house.
4/8/57 9:00 AM
Dear journal,
I’m writing this in the backseat of my family’s van.It felt strange writing, since the vibrations from the car kept on distracting me. I apologize for the bad penmanship. We’re moving to another part of town, and the last I’ve seen of my old house is on Allen street (now renamed “Alien street”). I’m going to repaint my new room blue when I get there, and putting my journal in a soft, velvet drawer. I decided to repaint my new room blue because blue’s relaxing (i’ll need to relax after all that happened on Allen street!) I decided to put my journal in a drawer so i can find it, and so people can’t see my journal and sell the story to the “supermarket daily lies”.
4/8/57 12:00 PM
Dear journal,
I redecorated, and created a new treehouse.hopefully this one won’t leak or have weak wood that breaks like thin ice. I remember the time when I slipped on water and fell through the wood! Good thing I landed in a leaf pile as soft as fresh snow! I feel a bit tired, so I’ll take a rest.
4/8/67 9:00 AM
Dear journal,
I must’ve rested a bit too much! 10 years have passed since I moved into here, and the entire town has become controlled by aliens! Turns out that I’m the last human family here, and they left town already. I’m 20 years old now! Yikes! I’ll try my best to keep the legacy of allen street alive, and stay here. Goodbye.
(translated entry. this is an entry from another group of aliens, and the end of the entry is badly translated. you can blame our translators for that. from what i could make out of it, it’s talking about how they’re trying to blend into the humans, and take over everywhere on december 15th 2067. i MAY be wrong and it might be a quest for taking all the leaves in the world.)
4/9/57 12:00 AM
Dear journal,(or as the subject calls this)
The ruler has been successful at making the subject think that he’s 10 years older.Now that he’s an adult with tons of duties, he doesn’t have time to stick his nose into our plans... to take over the world’s supply of leaves! we’re going to help out by outlawing rakes and leaf blowers, since they’re not sanitary for our food. sure, the kids might not know the joys of jumping in leaf piles, and the dogs might be upset that they can’t do their autumn frolic, but they’ll know the fine cuisine of pine needles and oak leaves crumbled on their ice cream! sorry for drooling on this journal! ironically, our subject is now a landscaper/sous chef. hopefully he will stay anti-leafitarian so he won’t eat our precious food source. wait, is that a mulcher i hear? OH NO! THAT WAS MY BREAKFAST!
Wednesday, March 2, 2011
I had an IEP!
Hi, mooble here. I just had my first IEP I was able to go to! The teachers said that I was smart and funny, but i'm lazy too. (which is why you don't see many updates on this blog.) I apologize that this post isn't very long, since I have to go to school soon. I promise a regular post soon! Have a nice day!
Tuesday, March 1, 2011
somebody accidentally used my email!
Hi everyone! Today i have some weird news. I got back from school, and somebody from new jersey chose my email as a sign-in email for the PS3! i've never even used a PS3! i've used a PS1 in a daycare back then, but i've only used the PS3 at a friend's house.
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