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 :(: