Okay, I just heard the words, so I typed them as the title. Although, if you're a Christian, when you die Heaven will be your forever home...SO!
Um, hey, as I was saying, I'm sorry for taking so long in posting a new blog post, but hey, what can I say...I had some stressful stuff going on, and school takes up a lot of time when you're not homeschooled.
Wanna know something that irks me? No, you probably don't, but ya know what? I'll tell ya anyway! It irks me when non homeschooled people automatically assume that all homeschoolers do is sit around, and play on the computer, or sleep all day.
While I will be the first to admit that when I was homeschooled, I did sleep in quite a bit, stay up rather late, and get on the computer quite often, I also got my work done a lot faster.
It wouldn't take a whole hour like people do in a brick and mortar school to do everything. A lot of the time I would get it done faster, therefore, I had more time to spend on the computer and sleep. There were times when about 8 subjects would take an hour or two at most for me to complete, as opposed to the hour for each subject that it takes for a good deal of people. So see?
Some homeschoolers might actually do that, and not really learn anything, but I would like to know what public schooler, or private schooler (other than me or Karen) knows what acrophobia means, would answer someone, "Depleted funds." when asked why they weren't going to a youth convention, and has ever made their own little blacksmith shop in their kitchen.
Okay, that was what irks me.
What irks you?
Something amazing that happened recently is that I got a Tessie Talk. For those of you who don't know what that is, a Tessie Talk is a ventriloquist figure.
I will hereby call her a vent figure.
I renamed her Alana. Pronounced with the on sound. I love her so much!
She's cute, and sweet, and adorable, and I will totally have to post a picture of her sometime. Sometime soon probably, but knowing me it'll be a while before there's a post of her up.
So, I've been sad the past few days, because Mr. Miller (choir teacher) wasn't at school. Instead he went to a wedding. I hope that when I get married he'll skip school to come to my wedding.
Okay, so who all remembers when I said that I was considering never making any more friends? Okay, well I decided against that, because on a whole I normally like people. Just not stupid idiots who are so closed minded that they're squishing up their brains. And besides that, I'm making new friends at school.
I'm not sure what to talk about right now, but I would suggest looking up funny X-Factor, America's Got Talent, and American Idol videos up on youtube. There's some pretty hilarious ones!
Oh yeah, and I would like to make a public "My aunt is awesome" speech, and a public, "My mom is amazing" speech right here, right now on my blog.
Okay, so totally, my Aunt Melody? She's totally awesome! She actually bought me a bunch of lunch stuff to take to school, in order for me to not be forced to eat school lunches! And she even bought me dorritos, and two gatorades! Lemonade Gatorades! (I have a little recipe coming up in a second!) I love those gatorades, they are amazing tasting. Just love em. So yeah, my aunt is awesome.
My mom is totally amazing! Those of you who have met her had better agree with me on that, because if you don't, you're in biiiiig trouble!
Okay, now that that's aside, on to my recipe.
What? Oh, you wanted a reason for my mom to be amazing? Well, guess what? I don't need one!
Here's my recipe:
To start with you'll need two different kinds of gatorade. Lemonade gatorade, and...the light blue (forgot the name of it) gatorade. Your third ingredient is green tea with lemon.
To start with, mix equal amounts of the gatorades together, while you wait for the water for your tea to boil. Once the water has boiled, take your tea bag, and brew it. After that you put sugar in the tea, and mix it up all good, then cool it. You can do this by either letting it set till it's room temp, or you can ice it. Your choice. After that, you mix some of that in with your gatorade mix. Add ice as desired.
I suppose that if you wanted to add other beverages you could do that, however, I would strongly advise against adding hot chocolate to the mix, as it tastes disgusting mixed up together with it.
Anyway, I'm glad to be of some assistance in your everyday life.
Oh yeah, also, if you ever want to rob me, there will be no one home on the following days: when we aren't home. At the following times: Whatever time we aren't home. And my address is as follows: Number number another number, Street Name, Town, Kansas, and my zip code is a series of numbers. Oh yeah, and if you wanna call to make sure we're not home, here's my number: 123-not-telling. We keep our valubles in the safe, located in a place that you will never know, and the combination for it is number number letter letter letter number, poke poke punch. And just in case that isn't enough, this is my facebook password so you can ruin my social life: IwillNEVERtellUbutth@nksfor@sking. And the email so you can complete the task is: katiesemail@yahoo.com
Okay, you can sufficiently rob me, and ruin my social life :)
Glad to be of assistance!
~Katie :)
P.S. Please keep yourself safe from internet stalkers! Do as I do, and refrain from posting extremely personal information about yourself! Because then, if you post about the awesomely fun time that you had speeding down the road at 150 mph the cops will catch you and throw you in jail. And besides that you could get hurt badly, and possibly murdered. I'm just gonna pretend like today is internet predator awareness day. Okay, so yeah, that's it. I LOVE YOU!
Friday, September 28, 2012
Thursday, September 6, 2012
Ack
Okay, so I know, I haven't posted on her for a while...A whole three days! O.O
Well, we had an interesting guest at my school today...a vent figure!
It was Isaac the vent figure! I LOVE HIM!
Okay, all done, I'm alive, and I haven't forgotten you :)
~Katie :)
Well, we had an interesting guest at my school today...a vent figure!
It was Isaac the vent figure! I LOVE HIM!
Okay, all done, I'm alive, and I haven't forgotten you :)
~Katie :)
Monday, September 3, 2012
Purple Penguins Parachute
No clue what my title means...other than the fact that penguin is my new word, and that I like to alliterate, and use the letter P.
I hate algebra. It can be somewhat fun, but very somewhat.
And...I just started it Friday.
I have school tomorrow ^_^ If I didn't have to get up so early for it I'd be more excited, but I do have to get up early for it, and I don't like to get up early. I'm one of those people who abhors getting up early.
But I do like school...Somewhat. I'm iffy about Algebra 1 and Consumer Math.
And square roots...goodness...they make no sense!
Okay, something that gets on my nerves sometimes is girls thinking that they need a boyfriend. Yes, boyfriends are very nice to have, but not to the point that they're going, "I need him, I need him!" If they've dated him beforehand, and he broke up with them, then it makes more sense to be all upset and stuff.
I'm gonna be a nun, as said before, so...ya know, put all the drama that comes with guys far far away from myself.
But I have the feeling that I'm gonna be getting some of that drama at school...I sure hope not!
My kinda drama is fake tears when I'm told to put on shoes, or freaking out because my funky socks are matched...according to color! That last one was a horrible time! Actually, they both were horrible times!
I'm very opinionated. Methinks that it might run in the family, but ya never know.
I'm just opinionated. I heard that it also comes with being a redhead...
Ya know, once I hit a boy on the head with a songbook. He deserved it, and I'm not sorry for it either. He got what was coming to him. He wants to think that I'm a wicked redhead, well guess what, this gets him hit on the head with a songbook. Hard.
*clears throat* Um, so just forget that last part, because...well...I was provoked, and returning his verbal blows with physical ones. I was too mad to talk.
I don't get mad all that easily, (I don't think) but when I do get mad, I am furious. Like, really really mad...and fuming.
Okay, well we're done talking about mad people.
No, depressed people are not a good topic either.
Let's talk about hyper people.
Right now I'm kinda hyper. Very hyper actually.
And I have...what do I have...OH! No, I need to get meself a new sketchbook. Mine are almost full.
And I have sketch ideas.
My normal little girl sketches, hugging people, maybe some hands being held, a person on a roof, a person on a hayloft, a cartoon person crying, and I might try to cartoon some more of my family. But I ain't that great at it.
Ya know, I think I'd get into trouble if I was in my English class for saying ain't.
But it is a word! Just try reading your dictionary sometime. You'll see.
I have an awesome family.
But my grandpa about made me cry trying to explain my scatter plots. I finally got it...but...ugh, math is stressful.
Would anyone like to do my math for me? Please let no teacher see this, please let no teacher see this, please let no teacher see this!
I probably wouldn't let you even if you offered. Unless it was like really stressing me out. But I know that saying even that will probably get my grandparents annoyed at me. They get that way if I post something like that...it's weird.
YAY FOR SCHOOL!
I'm gonna have to take pictures of my binder, and post them on here. I bet y'all'd love em.
I best depart now. LOVE Y'ALL!
~Katie :)
I hate algebra. It can be somewhat fun, but very somewhat.
And...I just started it Friday.
I have school tomorrow ^_^ If I didn't have to get up so early for it I'd be more excited, but I do have to get up early for it, and I don't like to get up early. I'm one of those people who abhors getting up early.
But I do like school...Somewhat. I'm iffy about Algebra 1 and Consumer Math.
And square roots...goodness...they make no sense!
Okay, something that gets on my nerves sometimes is girls thinking that they need a boyfriend. Yes, boyfriends are very nice to have, but not to the point that they're going, "I need him, I need him!" If they've dated him beforehand, and he broke up with them, then it makes more sense to be all upset and stuff.
I'm gonna be a nun, as said before, so...ya know, put all the drama that comes with guys far far away from myself.
But I have the feeling that I'm gonna be getting some of that drama at school...I sure hope not!
My kinda drama is fake tears when I'm told to put on shoes, or freaking out because my funky socks are matched...according to color! That last one was a horrible time! Actually, they both were horrible times!
I'm very opinionated. Methinks that it might run in the family, but ya never know.
I'm just opinionated. I heard that it also comes with being a redhead...
Ya know, once I hit a boy on the head with a songbook. He deserved it, and I'm not sorry for it either. He got what was coming to him. He wants to think that I'm a wicked redhead, well guess what, this gets him hit on the head with a songbook. Hard.
*clears throat* Um, so just forget that last part, because...well...I was provoked, and returning his verbal blows with physical ones. I was too mad to talk.
I don't get mad all that easily, (I don't think) but when I do get mad, I am furious. Like, really really mad...and fuming.
Okay, well we're done talking about mad people.
No, depressed people are not a good topic either.
Let's talk about hyper people.
Right now I'm kinda hyper. Very hyper actually.
And I have...what do I have...OH! No, I need to get meself a new sketchbook. Mine are almost full.
And I have sketch ideas.
My normal little girl sketches, hugging people, maybe some hands being held, a person on a roof, a person on a hayloft, a cartoon person crying, and I might try to cartoon some more of my family. But I ain't that great at it.
Ya know, I think I'd get into trouble if I was in my English class for saying ain't.
But it is a word! Just try reading your dictionary sometime. You'll see.
I have an awesome family.
But my grandpa about made me cry trying to explain my scatter plots. I finally got it...but...ugh, math is stressful.
Would anyone like to do my math for me? Please let no teacher see this, please let no teacher see this, please let no teacher see this!
I probably wouldn't let you even if you offered. Unless it was like really stressing me out. But I know that saying even that will probably get my grandparents annoyed at me. They get that way if I post something like that...it's weird.
YAY FOR SCHOOL!
I'm gonna have to take pictures of my binder, and post them on here. I bet y'all'd love em.
I best depart now. LOVE Y'ALL!
~Katie :)
Sunday, September 2, 2012
Yatta Yatta is a Yetti
Okay, I feel really unintelligent, because I don't remember what a yetti is :/ Oh wait, now I do, that's big foot right? Except in snow man form?
Anyway, here I am, talking to y'all, but I'm having trouble remember-GOT IT!
As silly as I feel like I sound, I'm gonna be ready to go to school on Tuesday. I would go tomorrow, but they have no school tomorrow. Labor Day.
But you know, if I didn't know any better I would so totally think that they were Katie proofing the place...well, guess what....I shall un-Katie proof it, and corrupt the whole school! In other words I'll get everyone who's not already as crazy as I am as crazy as I am, and those who refuse to become crazy shall be exiled in the world of noncrazy people.
Anyway, and yeah, I do like school.
But here's something that REALLY irks me! See I have a friend, and I told him that I was going to a brick and mortar school (not in those words, but still) and he goes, "You mean you're going to real school?"
Hello, just because it's not in a school building with a bunch of other people doesn't mean it's not a real school! I should have told him that I've been going to a real school my whole life.
I'm going to a brick and mortar school, not a "real" school, not a "regular" school.
I did school regularly (normally) while I was homeschooled as well, so it's not that the school wasn't real or regular.
*slap* that slap was to all you people who think that homeschooled people don't go to real, or regular school.
Yes even my friend. Because it irks me to no end!
Anyway, so now that we've gotten that settled, I think that it's time I told y'all that I'm opinionated. I don't know if you've noticed that from my blog posts or what, but I am. I'm very opinionated.
Ya know, my family thinks that I should be in Speech and drama in school. I think I'm too dramatic for Drama.
I mean seriously...here I am, and Mom tells me that I need to put on my shoes for church...well, she meant rollerblades, but see, I don't like to wear shoes. So I dropped on my knees, and grasped at the air, and wailed, at the top of my lungs, "NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!"
See, too dramatic for Drama...
Anyway, so what's up in your lives my not as dramatic as me peoplez?
I have a question for you...
Do you know what's really scary?
OMINOUS!
I so have to see if I could crack that joke in English. Miss Montgomery would probably love it. I'm not sure if everyone in my class would get it though.
But yeah...
Oh yeah, if you didn't get it..ominous is a word that means really scary.
Does everyone remember Madam MooMoo? Yeah, I need to write more in that saga don't I?
Here's a quick short Madam Moo Moo story!
Once there was a cow named Madam Moo Moo. She enjoyed to moo. It was in her blood. Well, one day she was mooing up a storm, and her farmer friend came out to try to see if she was okay.
"Madam Moo Moo, are you okay?" He asked.
She nodded, but kept mooing. She mooed, and mooed and mooed! Finally she got so annoying that he banished her to the zoo.
So now she was in a zoo, crying, and mooing all at the same time. Then her boyfriend, who if I remember correctly was/is a lion busted out of his cage, and came and stood by her in her time of tragedy.
"Oh Madam Moo Moo, I'm so sorry that you're trapped here!" He cried out.
"So am I. I wish I could have just gone to visit you, but instead they put me in a cage!" She wailed, and wailed, and mooed, and mooed, and cried, and cried.
"Well, here, I'll break you out."
So, he broke her out, and she ran home, and promised to behave and not be so annoying with her mooing.
And so she only mooed at the appropriate mooing hours.
Her farmer friend was happy, and the zoo was happy, and since she was able to go visit her boyfriend he was happy!
The End.
Okay, I think I need more time to write a longer Madam Moo Moo story :/
That was kinda lame, even I know that. Then again, what stories with talking cows who have lion boyfriends aren't slightly lame?
Anywho, me must be off :/ Shtupid curfew!
~Katie :(:
Anyway, here I am, talking to y'all, but I'm having trouble remember-GOT IT!
As silly as I feel like I sound, I'm gonna be ready to go to school on Tuesday. I would go tomorrow, but they have no school tomorrow. Labor Day.
But you know, if I didn't know any better I would so totally think that they were Katie proofing the place...well, guess what....I shall un-Katie proof it, and corrupt the whole school! In other words I'll get everyone who's not already as crazy as I am as crazy as I am, and those who refuse to become crazy shall be exiled in the world of noncrazy people.
Anyway, and yeah, I do like school.
But here's something that REALLY irks me! See I have a friend, and I told him that I was going to a brick and mortar school (not in those words, but still) and he goes, "You mean you're going to real school?"
Hello, just because it's not in a school building with a bunch of other people doesn't mean it's not a real school! I should have told him that I've been going to a real school my whole life.
I'm going to a brick and mortar school, not a "real" school, not a "regular" school.
I did school regularly (normally) while I was homeschooled as well, so it's not that the school wasn't real or regular.
*slap* that slap was to all you people who think that homeschooled people don't go to real, or regular school.
Yes even my friend. Because it irks me to no end!
Anyway, so now that we've gotten that settled, I think that it's time I told y'all that I'm opinionated. I don't know if you've noticed that from my blog posts or what, but I am. I'm very opinionated.
Ya know, my family thinks that I should be in Speech and drama in school. I think I'm too dramatic for Drama.
I mean seriously...here I am, and Mom tells me that I need to put on my shoes for church...well, she meant rollerblades, but see, I don't like to wear shoes. So I dropped on my knees, and grasped at the air, and wailed, at the top of my lungs, "NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!"
See, too dramatic for Drama...
Anyway, so what's up in your lives my not as dramatic as me peoplez?
I have a question for you...
Do you know what's really scary?
OMINOUS!
I so have to see if I could crack that joke in English. Miss Montgomery would probably love it. I'm not sure if everyone in my class would get it though.
But yeah...
Oh yeah, if you didn't get it..ominous is a word that means really scary.
Does everyone remember Madam MooMoo? Yeah, I need to write more in that saga don't I?
Here's a quick short Madam Moo Moo story!
Once there was a cow named Madam Moo Moo. She enjoyed to moo. It was in her blood. Well, one day she was mooing up a storm, and her farmer friend came out to try to see if she was okay.
"Madam Moo Moo, are you okay?" He asked.
She nodded, but kept mooing. She mooed, and mooed and mooed! Finally she got so annoying that he banished her to the zoo.
So now she was in a zoo, crying, and mooing all at the same time. Then her boyfriend, who if I remember correctly was/is a lion busted out of his cage, and came and stood by her in her time of tragedy.
"Oh Madam Moo Moo, I'm so sorry that you're trapped here!" He cried out.
"So am I. I wish I could have just gone to visit you, but instead they put me in a cage!" She wailed, and wailed, and mooed, and mooed, and cried, and cried.
"Well, here, I'll break you out."
So, he broke her out, and she ran home, and promised to behave and not be so annoying with her mooing.
And so she only mooed at the appropriate mooing hours.
Her farmer friend was happy, and the zoo was happy, and since she was able to go visit her boyfriend he was happy!
The End.
Okay, I think I need more time to write a longer Madam Moo Moo story :/
That was kinda lame, even I know that. Then again, what stories with talking cows who have lion boyfriends aren't slightly lame?
Anywho, me must be off :/ Shtupid curfew!
~Katie :(:
Saturday, September 1, 2012
ARGH!
Forget the title, I'm just making a blog post.
Sooo, I did mention having an interesting class right?
Okay, here's a Brother Todd/Corgan quote. Brother Todd was saying something, and Corgan was repeated, right as he said it: Brother Todd:God chose Abraham, because he knew he would listen and obey. So we know he wasn't from the Freshman class!
Corgan: *nods* it's true.
Okay, that's it...
~Katie :)
Sooo, I did mention having an interesting class right?
Okay, here's a Brother Todd/Corgan quote. Brother Todd was saying something, and Corgan was repeated, right as he said it: Brother Todd:God chose Abraham, because he knew he would listen and obey. So we know he wasn't from the Freshman class!
Corgan: *nods* it's true.
Okay, that's it...
~Katie :)
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