Guess Who Has No Homework?!

MEEEE!!!
I am currently sitting in the library of my High School, doing absolutely nothing productive, thinking about celery, and being so happy altogether with the current situation.

I have no homework!!!!!!!!!!
This hasn't happened in a very, VERY long time.
Granted, I was assigned homework, but after about half an hour of homework here in the library, reading two chapters of *cringe* Great Expectations in English, and a random stroke of luck in which our math teacher didn't assign any homework, I don't have any homework.
Take that, evil teachers!!!!

I better head off to swordfighting now.

Weeee!!!!
Z
P.S. I forgot to mention something...what was it?
P.P.S. I remember now!! I had a dream last night that I was at an auction. A loud buzzer was going off (my alarm) and I, for some reason, decided that the buzzer meant that I had to buy something. There was a very handsome lad standing on the stage and I realized that he was from the swim. So I bought him...and the entire swim team (coaches included). Then they were in my backyard. It was raining. THE END!
I actually knew who the guy was and I was like, "Oh! I have to go out with him".Quite odd...

Mah Kribb

Greetings!!!! Today's weekly post comes in ONLY pictures (well, besides the words...). The pictures are glimpses of my very personal life and the secrets of my dark and mysterious past--my bedroom. I'm not really sure why I want to put them up, but I think my room is a good resemblance of my personality.

So. Onwards!

This is the newest addition to my room to make space for more stuff. My parents say I'm a pack-rat, but you never know when you'll need a worksheet from second grade....

An advertisement for a unicorn. Obviously. Oh, and my light switch.

My light, my magical kitty hat, my bed, and the wall behind my bed.

A few of my trophies from when I was little and a pretty picture...Also, the photo is one of me and my state's old congresswoman.

My German Books Bookshelf and the cupboard of things that I'm too lazy to deal with.

My bookshelf. It may not look like much, but four of those shelves have two layers of books. They are all sorted, too. [The top right shelf has only Dan Brown, Hunger Games, and 2 Harry Potters (my dad has the others)]

A very legit-looking picture of my (cats') window seat

My desk and a copy of the constitution.

One of my kittehs!!!!! ^Penelope (we call her Nellie).

AHMA STARR!

My giant ice cream sticker!!!!!!

20 paper cranes that I made on an airplane.

The door to my room. It has this giant dinosaur poster and all of my name tags from camp hanging on the handle.

That was fun, wasn't it?!

AAGGHH! Spring break is almost over! D:

Tomorrow my family is leaving for college visit #6 for my sister.

That's all the news.

~MooMoo~

P.S. House and I should defo. be getting some fanfic up soon.

A NEW GENRE OF FANFIC BY HOUSE, XIY, AND MEEEEEEEE!!!!!!

THE ADVENTURES OF MC AND SBL

EPISODE 1: THE 50^TH LATIN CONVENTION

 PART 1 OF 1,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,008.

THANK YOU VERY MUCH.

WRITTEN BY MOMO WITH SPECIAL HELP/INSPIRATION/EDITING POWER BY HOUSE AND XIY.

THE END.

JUST KIDDING.

 THE STORY’S ABOUT TO START! ARE YOU READY? OKAY. HERE WE GO!!!!

Old and crippled (and bald), MC hobbled weakly into ballroom E of the basement of the Ramada Inn on 4900 Sinclair Road, I-71 and Morse Road Columbus, OH 43229 USA.

          MC’s 12,178^th round of Certamen was coming to a close. The pressure was on. Although MC was 62 years old, he never gave up his lust for Certamen and would play indefinitely for his whole life. With just a little make up (maybe it’s Maybelline..?) and a silent oxygen tank, MC could play Certamen without the judges ever noticing his age.

Anyway.

The judge prepared to ask the final question. The other players had already fallen asleep, seeing as MC was the only one who answered anyway, but he was preying on his buzzer like a lion mauling a baby puppy.

The question-asking-dude began. “What,” he said, “was,” he continued, “the,” he itched his left nostril, “first,” he looked up, “time,” he explored the other nostril, “Pupienus,” he giggled a little, “said his first wor—”

He was unable to finish the question because at that very moment, MC ferociously pounced onto his buzzer. WHAAAAAM. The entire earth shook a little bit.

“165 C.E.” proclaimed the great and almighty MC.

The room fell dead silent.

Everyone forgot to breathe. Everybody.

“I—” the question-asking-dude began to sweat profusely. Drops of perspiration dripped down his nose. “That’s wrong.”

MC fell to the floor, convulsing like an epileptic fish out of water. He had never EVER EVER EVER EVER EVERRR gotten a question wrong.

“The correct answer is 164 C.E. I suppose this means that Summit Country Day wins, since they have one member still conscious.”

“But we still have more points!” MC whimpered from the floor.

“Oh,” the question-asking-dude replied, “You didn’t hear? There’s new rule that if someone gets the last question wrong, the team with the most points (excluding the team who answered) automatically wins.”

MC faded to unconscious.

Everyone else left to get ready for the eighth-grade mixer (obviously). They assumed that MC had fallen asleep like old men often do.

          MC awoke from his unconsciousness approximately 42 minutes later. He blinked his eyes as he took in the surroundings: sketchy looking furniture, the smell of old cigarettes, and nasty looking carpet. He was in his hotel room. Home sweet home!

          Before MC could fully comprehend what had happened, he felt the sharp stinging pain of a slap being delivered across his cheek.

          Zomg it's SBL!

          Despite the agony (and the disturbing thought of his make up being messed up), MC smiled. Above his head was the most beautiful face of all faces, the one of his wife, SBL. Her luscious, honey-colored hair flowed gently across her shoulder. Her wrinkle-less face shone, even in the poorly lit hotel room. Everything was so perfect until MC saw her eyes. SBL’s normally shining brown eyes had turned into those of a cobra. A cobra that was about to murder something slowly, relishing in its death. They glared at MC’s wrinkled skin. MC tried to sit up, but SBL pinned him down.

          “I know what you did,” SBL growled.

          “I—I didn’t mean to, darling dearest!” MC whimpered, “It was a silly mistake. Let’s just forget about it. I already feel bad enough.”

          “FORGET ABOUT IT!” SBL roared, “Oh-ho-ho no, mister. This relationship is over. How am I supposed to run my Latin Immersion School for Preschoolers Through 12^th Grade if I have a husband that knows NOTHING about the classics? That question was probably one of the easiest questions ever! It’s over, MC.”

          MC buried his head in the pillow as he watched his wife disappear into the corridor. The last thing he saw was SBL being embraced by the immortal, immaculate, glowing Mrs. Troha.

          By the time MC was done crying (about 3 hours later), the eighth grade mixer had already probably died down (you know how crazy it gets up in there [which is dangerous for a 62-year-old]). MC figured that he might as well stop in to sign some autographs or something.

          After eating a nasty ice cream sandwich in the corner, MC prepared to leave. Having stood up), MC noticed a golden light shining from across the deserted room. Standing with a mascara-smudged face was SBL. MC hobbled over, his mascara also smudging.

          “I’m so sorry, MC!!” SBL cried as she embrace his frail body in her still youthful arms.

          “I’m sorry, too!” MC wailed, “I shouldn’t have gotten that question wrong.”

          “It’s okay. I realized that not everyone is perfect like me. Also, maybe Summit needed a chance at victory for once.”

          “Are we still together?” MC whispered.

          “Yes. Also, I wanted to tell you sooner, but I’m preg—“

THE END

*The judges did in fact notice that a 62 year old man was playing, but who can turn down that victorious smile on a student’s (er…old man’s) face when they win that last question and claim another trophy for his team?

I Miss My Lyndikins!!!!!

It's true. It's only been a day since my dear friend, Lynda, left us for the orchestra trip to Europe, and I already miss her.

Mainly I'm just jealous that she gets to miss 3 days of school /and/ go visit my brethren.

I also miss her because, this morning, before it was light, I was in Greek class watching a really strange movie while she was still asleep.

The movie was called Iphigenia and the main character looked like a boy.

There were also a lot of naked men.

This does not look like a princess. /Maybe/ a prince...not a princESS.

I also deeply missed coloring all over her in English class and waiting for her to hurry up after science class so we aren't late to said English class.

Waaaah!!!!!!!!

I WANNA BE IN EUROPE TOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I bet she's already there.

And that's all I have to say about that.

momo

Crayola

Have you ever visited the Crayola (TM) website? You should. It's like being able to color without having the trouble of, you know, getting off the computer.

I've been spending a bit of time there making pictures, playing the color naming game, and making my own coloring pages.

Don't hate.

I just wanted to display some of my work:

ME!!!!!!

Another self-portrait/Katniss Everdeen. lol

I could have gotten a perfect, but they had some stupid names like "super happy" and "awesome". What is this?

Have a nice day!

MOMO!

Seeing as I Have Nothing Better to Do...

I love OGT week*. Did you know that? It's so nice. I can stay at home until (almost) noon and do nothing at all. It's lovely. This morning has been rather bland. I woke up, did some homework, went to Starbucks with my mommy, did more homework, and read.Now I'm on the computer and, seeing as I have nothing better to do, I am writing the second post of my promised "I will actually post" thing.

I almost forgot! Happy St. Patrick's Day!!! Woot!

Maybe I'll add onto this post when I get back from school. As of now, today has been completely uneventful...

*Sophomores have to take stupid standardized tests while the rest of us get to stay at home and do nothing. The bestest.

Well Wouldja lookee hear!! Momo's still alive!!!!!

Hey!!! I forgot about this place. Today, while I was looking at random blogs, I remembered this old blog. I  typed in the URL (no, I did not forget it...what?) and dusted off the cobwebs. I redid the formatting for the background and stuff and decided that I might as well post something.

NEWSFLASH: I DID NOT DISAPPEAR OFF THE FACE OF THE EARTH!!!!

*sigh*.

So. Guess what? I have vowed that I shall post at least once a week from now on...maybe.

So much has happened in life since my last post.
We finished the first semester of high school, went to Latin Convention, did tons of homework, and just continued living regular old lives.

Okay. Maybe not all that much has changed.

Well then. What a spiffing blog post that was.

Every week.

Starting now.

I promise.

Maybe.

--Momo

EDIT: I almost forgot!!!! I am definitely going to Germany for a month this summer to live with our friends!!!!

EDIT: I LOOOOOOOOOOOOOOVE CELERY. omnomnom.