This blog is for chronicling the adventures that will occur to me during this two week period, and if so, for longer into this year. This blog is what I need, an outlet to you guys so I don't have to repeat every story, no matter how tantalizing, to every single person in the school. No, if you are curious to find out about the latest happening in the life of Monsieur Royster, I propse you make the choice to sit tight in a chair and read whatever befalls me. And just to clarify, Monsieur may or may not be spelled right. But, to be perfectly clear, who cares?
If you have been told that I am going to a place of paradise for 7 days, than I must compliment your informers. Good job! Those who give you information are doing something right. But don't let them slack off. They'll turn on you like a certain person(aka <(*:*)> ) with a spork.
You may talk about books, Sydonym, but please, please just give a small notice if I might like that book. And appropriate comments too. I am still innocent, and I plan to stay that way for a while.
Kawaii, here I come, with one pair of shoes, a Roger Rabbit hat, and more books than a human should carry in a TV Land bag, and I hope I leave my mark on you. If not, well, I'll still feel like I did. And I hope I'll solve that Rubix cube. Darnabbit, those things can muddle the befuddled.
I give you my blessings and wishes of a bright future. Peace, people.
Aloha Mr. Roystermeister, I hope they let you on the plane with your TV Land bag full of books! If you're over the weight limit, give them your shoes before you sacrifice any of the books! lol!
Be safe, and have fun. Think of us while you are lounging in the sun, surfing, and eating pineapple. I'll look forward to reading your blogs. xoxo Mrs. D.
Ahh, it seems so right at the moment to have Hawaiin music playing in the backround, with a chorus of men singing words that will forever mean nothing to me. Ukele accompanies it. If I had a ley-lay-lei, yes lei, this would be perfect. The only thing that could spoil this would be a bad haircut.
Well guess where I went today? And if you guess Kauii,no,THAT IS INCORRECT. Sunday I will depart. Sheesh. Could yuo please try to know every detail of my life, no matter how insignifigant? I am hurt. No, I went to Great Clips.
I do not like it there. I'm sorry, saome of you plan to be hair stylists, and go ahead, mess with peoples' hair all day, but as for me, it has to be a most depressing jobs. How can they lay awake at night, knowing they have shattered a tweleve year old's dream of actually fitting in with the local surfer dudes? They must be ashamed. Now I've just been drafted. March!
The only thing that could possibly make it worse is that I sit next to a Cinda Chima fan.
" Isn't that The Dragon Heir? Doesn't it come out in September?"
" Yeah."
" How'd you get it early?"
" Um.. well, my-ah-teacher-ah-has these connections-"
"Um, uh- no, I can't, or else I might get sued, and you know-"
" I'll pay you a buck."
" This is gonna be a fun trip."
Then they'll end up taking it and hiding in a stall in a the bathroom until they finish and text all they're freinds the end.
DA WRLD GO BOOM!!! OMG!!! LOL! & EVERYBDY DIES!!!! OK, L8TR G8TR. TTFN!
But honestly, it is a one in a million chance that that will happen, and if it does, cuse of the one in a million guy I am, I'll beat him off with my other four books I'm draggin' with me to the Garden Island. See if they can steal my galley copy when they git a whack with Pendragon 3, 4 and 5.
So here comes Hayden. And that Hawaiin music is actually pretty annoying. Jack Johnson is so much more appealing. Oh well, better get used to it. 7 days of it. So, 'till next our paths may cross,
Gosh!! Hayden well you shouldn't have brought that book to great clips you ding dong!!! you know how importent that book is??!!! Sometimes I question what you do Hayden..... Well... I always question what you do. I went to Barnes and Noble today. It was fun.
Poor Hayden. Sounds like your golden locks were sheared at Great Clips. You must now go to the Garden State with a naked head. It's a good thing you have your Roger Rabbit hat to protect your bean from the tropical rays.
How funny that destiny sits you next to a Chima fan! They must have been green with envy! I guess you have friends in high places... and reading ARCs is a totally COOLIO opportunity! I'm almost done with Dragon Heir. I LOVE IT! I'll blog on the newest post once I finish it.
Syd: TTFN is from Tigger and it means "Ta ta for now" ;-) I must applaud you for calling Hayden a ding dong. It warms my heart when my kids pick up my affectionate terms! Personally, I like Ding Dongs. Now if I used the word Twinkie... you would be in trouble.
Well, i'm ALMOST done with Specials When I went to Barnes and Noble I bought the Night Tourist!!! I can't wait to read it!My goal is to read the rest of Specials, then Extras, and last but not least The Night Tourist.
I know it's really late ,but I got to a very sad part in my book! I can't of course tell what happened.Mrs. Duncan, I got to that part in Specials. So sad ): oh and my mom is starting to read Uglies.
I'm back! Aloha, aloha, hello-a,hi-a, yo-a! Sory I've been a little bit lazy on the blog, which I feel guilt of, because, it's, well, my blog, and, yeah. So, where was I? Oh yes, the airplane trip which I had to get up at 5: 30 in the morning to go to. Oh, joy.
So we all piled into the good old Highlander for a journey to San Diego airport. Yes we did get there, and the thing that stood out to me the omst is the voice of the microphone thing that says stuff like," Now boarding on the Aloha Flight 22 1/2.." and ehat I noticed is, they sound alot like the Disneyland Tram voice. You know, " Hello, and thank you for boarding the Disneyland Tram, please keep all hands, legs, and other parts inside the vehicle." They never say that on a plane. " Please keep all arms and legs inside the plane at all times." Of course, you'd be sucked out of the plane, but, hey, people do wild things like that.
So we said bye to my Grandma, who couldn't be happier to say goodbye so she can spend a week with uor dog, they're probably going for a walk right now, and we went to do all the legal stuff. These people took our suitcases, and check them through some mechanism that I can't understand, and our plady kept thinking we were going to Maui. No, we have a layover there. So you're final destination is Maui. No we layover there, and then go to Kaui. So you're going to Maui?
She finally realized that she was reading the sticker backwars, and I couldn't help wondering, how do they choose these people for these jobs? Because they're not doing a very good job of it. It's just by luck we didn't end up having our luggage shipped to Alaska.
Then came the fun part: going through those exray walkthrough machines. I get just so jittery around thoes, like if I walk through those things and it beeps on me, I'll be branded a criminal for the rest of my life. " See that kid? It beeped on him," they'll whisper. No, I was lucky, but my dad was not. Well, he kinda was, because they like rubbed him with their hands to search him, so even those he will be shunned from society, he got a free massage. I waad afraid those guys would take my good luck charm- a bag of Mookie Cookies. Don't ask.
So fast forward past waiting in the waiting room, and getting a picture with the airline stewardess, and you got me drooling over the clouds outside the plane window. I did it for an hour, before I got bored, and read Pendragon 3, which needed to be finished so The Dragon Heir could begin. Meanwhile, so sitcom was being shone from How I Met Your Mother, which had the eworst plotline you can ever seen in a TV show, besides from Tellytubbies. Though the bellytellies are awesome. I could just lay down, stick my belly in the air, and watch American Idol. Amanda Overmyers gone, yipee!
Later, after I finished and my eyes were sore, they showed August Rush. I will not lie, best movie EVER. I'M SERIOUS. WHEN I WRITE IN ALL CAPS I'M SERIOUS. GREAT MOVIE. THIS BLOG IS NOTHING NEXT TO IT. GO RENT IT. Great plotline, I almost cried, my sister did.. ah. Magnificent.
Fast forward a few hours, spilled fries on Maui airport floor, annoying conveyer belt suitcase thing, hate those, if you can't grab your luggage before it leaves, oh well, and then a guy who looks like Jim Carry hepled me get a suitcase and squeezed my finger really hard, and then we were at a beach at sunset, me and my pet coconut Helga. I love the name Helga. So, this is an awesomw place besides roosters are all over the place, and the noise they make can make you so....
Okay, Hayden, I am so jealous! I've always wanted to go to Kawaii! Tell me how it is and how many books you read. So far, it looks like you've already had a couple of interesting moments.
Even though I'm going to Italy this summer, I still have to say... you're lucky!
I'm with you goldie girl!I'm soooooo jealous too! At least you guys go out of the country. The only states I've been to is Mexico and Nevada ): And of couse CA
You made it to Kauaii! I enjoyed reading your latest blog. I laughed quite a bit, especially when your dad was frisked at the security line. Haha! I totally agree with you that August Rush is amazing. I just saw it this week for the first time. I LOVED it! The little boy who played Evan was so good. It still isn't my best movie ever. Legally Blonde keeps that spot! [Okay- whoever said that orange is the new pink is seriously disturbed!] ;-)
Dragon Heir ROCKS. Eat pineapple on the beach, watch out for Monk seals, and never swim without a buddy.
So mabye when i go to Maii in the summer i will leave metal in my pocket so that i get a free massage. I also loved the movie August Rush i thought it is the best movie in the WORLD!!! The plot in it was so well told. Say hi to your mom sister and your dad for me. Can't wait to see you back at school, well enjoy the rest of yuor vacation.! <(*:*)> Sporks they are awsome.
P.S. ~ Have a great easter dont eat to many easter bunny's after all one might be the real one in disguise. Don Don Don!!!
Note: This blog is a continuation of Journal Two, as all the info was not dispatched.
So, so, so, after we got our luggage from the evil covyer belt spinney thing, and my finger was sore from a guy who looked like Jim Carrey trying to hep me get a few bags and squeezin' my fingers in the meantime, we piled into a fan to get our rental car. I always wonder what happens if like you get a car at a rental place, and then you see another guy with a rental car you like pulled over, and so you guys get to talking, and before you know it, you have all your stuff in his car and they have yours. It make for akward confrontations. " Uh, hello, this is Budget Car Rentals. We just wanted to confirm that you returned in a green VW Bus instead of the SUV we rented to you." " Well, you see, we didn't like the other one." " Oh. Well-"
But enough of that. So, as you may have guessed, we got one of the SUVs that looks like the person who drew the blewprint drow a bix box, a rectangle, and four circles, and they built a boring, gray, very geometric car. So, as a preview, we spiced it up a bit by completely trashing it with sand, Cheez-it crumbs and other stuff. But that happens later.
So then we dsrove to Snorkel Bob's, which is a snorkel shop, for those of you dimwitted people who would think that the sign with a man inside a shark's mouth advertised a tropical fish shop. Buyt no, it was a shop of snorkel gear, and exremely odd signs. One said," All unnatended children will be given capuchinno and something sticky that will melt in the car." And all over the room were Snorkle Bob-isms. But what i really got from the shop is not only a perscription mask for the poor sightless dear that I am and a fins, but a feeling that Snorkle Bob is the Santa Clus of the island. Some legendary being that is always searching valiantly to find the best snorkle spot in the world.
Oh, yeah, we stayed in a cottage that wasn't a cottage. It was more like a house. It was huge. My parents had a shower that was big enough to run laps. We couldn't descide what to call it. House? Cottage? Cabin? Cabanna? Mansion? Humble Abode? The Roof Over Our Heads? So I stapled two together and called bad weather, and mad.... Cabbage.
So yeah. And about the Cinda Chima fan. I was kidding. I was saying that it would make the experience worse, not it did. Sheesh.
Hayden(n)- a cow that has been morphed into a kid, but still remains cow like symptoms.
Well, I'm back in the Hotel California! Such a lovely place Such a lovely face Plenty of room at the Hotel California Any time of year, you can find it here.
Okay I'm done. But even though I'm back, I'm not done unfolding my story, the story of a boy who went to a place that has been named the farthest place from anywher, but who will not stop from telling the tale of his adventures. The words, the mords must go through. Yes, I was setting myself up to reference the melodrama at our school.
So I can't really recall Monday morning- ah yes, I remember. I woke up to the beauty of a television screen on our dressing right in fron of my bed. Now, usually, this would not be so great, except that I only watch tTV on Tuesday for the performasnce, and Wednesday, for the elimnation. American Idol. But I only get 23 channels. So, my sister and I turned on the tube, in the mood to obey. Yes, I set myself up again for a Jack Johnson song reference.
We ended up watching some old movie about some old guy who's the father of three daughter, been on the police force 25 years, and is replaced by a common "Scotchman" as he puts it, who's worked there a day. Little does Mr. Casey know that the Scotsman and his daughter are in lovw, and get married, which Mr. Casey Junior doesn't want to go down those tracks(set my self up for Dumbo reference), and the only thing that brings then together is that the daughter has a baby. Anyway, no idea what it was called, but it was good. Not as good as August Rush.
After that, we went to a free breakfast served by our cabbage people themself, who thought that while we were munching on pinapple a bacon, not together, thet might give us a long, indepth lecture that would spark our spirits and find out places to go around the island. Not so. I got up as amny times a possible, to not have to listen to her expalantations, warnings, and jokes, and got an entire cup of pinapple, which made my tongue sting.
At least a snorkling spot came from the grueling lecture: Anini Beach. This was my first experience doing this and it won't be my last. You see, I believe the children are the future. Teach them well and let them lead the way. Okay, that wasn't well set up. But I saw two sea tutles, and sawam with them. It was amazing. They just flying through the water. Their weightless, just soaring, gliding, there's not a star in heaven that they can't reach. ( High School Musical)
Then we went on a big boat to this place called the Fern Grotto. It's this big cave in the middle of no where, but... It's beautiful. It's beautful, it's true. I saw the face in a jungly place, and it was beautiful.
And this next part I'll skip because, it involves me, a hula dancer, and personal space. This may be hidden in another blog. I'm not really comfortable telling this.
The next thing that happened after those uncomfortable 15 minutes, was- a tour, of the Smith family Garden, where we would see a luaa. This is where we saw too many plants, and Easter Island head, which I wonder if those things were made to look like a certain person, because I'd like to see them, and peacocks. Now I think these are very insecure birds, if they have to rely on a tail to win over theladies. "Come on, just look at my tail. I got extensions for you." I seriously think that peacocks should find a personality trait that they feel is theirs, and show that off. Then every little thing, is gonna be all right.
So we went to this delicious feat where they had something not so delicious: poi. What possesed the Hawaiin people to make this food and everyday part of life. Take water, make it a solid, and turn it purple, ya got got opi. Poiu. POI.Ya got poi. But I bet if people made bean bag chairs and filled them with them, it be very therapeutic. But the pork was fabulous.
Then came a show. It was neat. Some guy like juggled fire, and hula dancers with grass skirts and as man rubbing a rooster's belly to get it to sleep.
But you didn't have to rub my belly to get me to sleep. I was out. All I needed was alullaby, and good, night go sleep little baby ( I snuck another one in there.)nd I'd be complete.
So ended Monday. But Tuesday is way better.
Hay(a bundle, a bundle of straw)Den(a place to curl up) James ( a name I call myself) Roy( The name of a grandpa) Ster( I don't really know) and that will bring us back to Hay, hay, hay den.
Hayden- It's good to hear that you're safe and sound... back in California, San Diego, Vista... Now we can expect blogs daily??? I, of course, will be waiting for the details you left out of the last blog. Don't you know that if you say you left something out on purpose, that is what we want to know about? Or maybe it's a chick thing. I'll be waiting for the hula story...
I went to the Fern Grotto when I went to Kauaii. The leaves on the plants were huge! They must have really good Miracle Gro plant food, huh? ;-)
Well, day Tuesday on my trip to the place of paradise, where there are such tropical plants, such lush beaches, so many roosters. I mean, every single place we found our cackling chickens friends. It's like the Twilight Zone. " You're looking at a tableau of reality, things of substance, of physical material: a desk, a window, a light. These things exist and have dimension. Now this is a rooster, age two, who also is real. He has flesh and blood, muscle and mind. But in just a moment we will see how thin a line separates that which we assume to be a single rooster with the amount there are on the island of Kaui. This is the Twilight Zone."
We needed to leave a 6:00. We left a 6:10. You see,we were going on a boat ride, Captain Andy's, which would take us on a trip to see the Na Pali coast. . Huge, gigantinormamontsoric cliffs.
So we arrived at the place at about 7:10, and got on the boat, to where I was treated to a breakfast. Fruit, ehh, okay. Muffin, muffiny. Bread, score! The most delicious bread ever? Have you folks had a blueberry muffin? If not, I suggest you get on the next rocket ship to another planet, because you are certainly either on a diet or not from around here! The bread was made from that kind of doughy substance, and it was tender to the crust. I made comments about the bread the entire boatride. It was good. I'm making a trip back there just to get more.
After a quick safety briefing(pointless, they told us all that on the plane), we were on our way. Now, we were on a catamaran. That means nothing to you, I'd wager. catamaran-(noun) a vessel, usually propelled by sail, formed of two hulls or floats held side by side by a frame above them.
Now on the front of the boat were two spot of trampoline like material, where kids could sit on and let water spray on themselves and drench themselves. Which me and my sister did. Every once in a while we stopped to see humpedbackwhales. But only ever the fins or tails. Now, if whales aren't willing to show there faces much, or... snoutish headish part, then we say that they are insecure or there's something exciting going on down there that we don't know about. I don't know, a party??? When they come down from Alaska, whoo-yah, let's just say they shake their humpacked bootie. What happens in Kaui, stays in Kaui.
Then we got out of the boat, which I dodn't want to do, with the lust for bread still boiling frenzidly in my poor mind, and went snorkling. And it was beeeautiful. one fish, two fish red fish, blue fish. Black fish, blue fish, old fish, new fish. This one has a star. This one has a little car. Say! what a lot of fish there are. Yes. Some are red. And some are blue.Some are old. And some are new. Some are sad. Some are glad. And some are very, very bad. Why are they sad and glad and bad? I do not know. Go ask you dad. So are thin. Some are fat. The fat one has a yellow hat. From there to here, from here to there, funny things are everywhere.
That sums up the snorkling trip. Thanks, Dr. Seuss*.
After that it was full speed ahead, and still no bread. My whole darn family hung out on the top of the boat, relaxing in the sun, the breeze whisking our faces. In fact I got so whisked the wind whisked my hair so much that it was permanetly in the windblown position.
And then after a while of bread longing and sun basking, we came across a pack of dolphins, who were the smartest things out in the water. I can't help thinking that if the cards had been played differently, and we were in the water and the dolphins on land, they would have been way more advanced by now. But, hey, they had a party to chill at with a few visitors form the great Alaskan frontier so the swam of to catch up with their blowholed brothers.
And then came NaPali. Big, big, super big. Green, fantastic, no words can describe. I stared in awe, and forgot about the blueberry muffin bread for a minute. I was astounded. I was flabbergasted. I was bedazzled. I ginormificated.
Later, on the way back, we encountered some dangerous water. Remember the trampoline thing I mentioned? Do you think it might bounce wildly on rougue waves? Do you think and sane person would be on a spot like that? No? How about an INsane 6th grader and 3rd grader? Maybe? Yes. Water sprayed us continuosly, along with the other five people out of the fourty people on the boat. We held on to keep us from joining the underwater mammals in their reunion, but we were bouncing and floundering and soaking and laughing and screaming and having an good old time. Ing. It might of rained, but oh well. We were wetter than the fish.
And I saw a whale stick it's head out of the water.
So the trip was a blast, and the only disappointment was none of that bread was ever put out again. And for some reason, we found an Irish radio station on the way back, singing about a " raggy-daggy-gypsy-o."
And a trip to Hanalei Bay made the day perfect. What could tarnish this beautiful day?
Two words.
POSTCARDS.CAFE.
The food was expensive. We were unhappy at the prices. 8 bucks for buttered pasta? That wasn't even buttered? Bone-dry? And 8 bucks for a quesidilla? That tasted like cardboard? And 24 bucks for a meal? That was good? But had a side of pureed beets? Baby food?
It didn't ruin the day, but it was a far cry from that bread. Oooh, bread. Everytime we went by Postcards, boos and hisses were directed at it. But hey, I'm okay with the meal, because guess who went there? Harrison Ford! Indiana Jones!
" Next time you're in Kaui, look for the roosters, who arrived there by means unknown, and will not be removed. But we know what happened. They arrived via the Twilight Zone."
Hayden, that is the longest blog I've seen of yours!! I finished Extras a couple of nights ago(It's Fantastic!) and I'm now reading The Night Tourist which is really good by the way! When I started reading it it was late at night and kinda crepped me out reading it right before bed,The first part anyway.When the guy is in his house and is reading a paper that was in his dad's droor that is always locked. See tou all monday!!
WOOOOOOWWWWW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! That is a very long..... but interesting blog and funny. Hayden and His Many Adventures. It could be a 300 page book. I'm sure you could write it in a week. It would be in the comedy section. I would buy it in a second. I would come running up to your house saying "O MY GOSH!!! IT'S HAYDEN!!! MY FRIEND SINCE, LIKE FIRST GRADE!! right?? YAAAAAA!!!!!! Can I have your autograph??? CALL ME!(jk)"
NOTE: THIS IS NOT PART OF THE BLOGS. THIS IS JUST A COMMENT CONCERNING THE NEXT BLOG.
Okay, yes, my blogs are long. I admit that. And this last one had to be my biggest I've done. Besides the tribute on Start Talking Plot. But I've decided if I'm gonna finish tyhis thing and start using this blog just to give my point of view on American Idol, the Sprinter, tests, and other things, I better rely to a method of blogging that threw away all blogging methods I've ever used. Ladies and Gentleman, get ready for blogging, Quick-n-Easy.
If you haven't figured who out the person behind this cryptic username is, it's Allie. Your blog. Tis awesome.
I must say, I enjoy reading your posts. If I am not swamped with homework and piano and my various other junk--I MEAN ACIVITIES--I'll try to comment more.
Yay. And to underline said yay, I will add a smiley. :D Yay.
Now what in the world would acivities be, Allie? A sort of alien from a distant planet that is living under your house? An odd little bug that can tap dance amazingly well? A food that is found in Bulgaria that is addicting? What is it? Ahhhh! The suspense is tearing out me mind!!!! This is not going to help me sleep.
Those are actually a rare species of ox native to the rain forests of Brazil. They are so rare, in fact, that simply seeing one is supposed to send good luck and countless rainbows to you and those you are close to.
Okay so, I am talking about my Kaui experience, and I must admit that Wednesday was spent stopping off at different beaches, like that one place where they filmed that movie where those people are kissing and that wave goes over them??? Anybody seen that clip??? It's famous?
So yes, it was a good day, and I will reveal one of the higlights of the day.
Set the scene: Eating a picnic lunch at Hanalei Bay on a table. We're taking phtos. One of the most interesting things we do, as Roysters, besides Fanny Charades, I'd rather not elaborate, is taking pics of absolute, complete strangers. You may think I'm joking. I'm not. Disneyland is the best place to take pictures. There is an art of slyness to it, where we must snap the picture quickly without the person noticing. But it is rare that we come across someone who notices, and actually poses. Some man with a brown Dumbledore-like beard actually raised his drink in a salute. Then he came over and asked to see. He cracked up. and said, let's get another. Next thing you konw, he's sitting in a family photo with my Dad, sister, and I , him giving the hang-loose sign behing Dad's head, him giving the guy bunny ears. We
So know we have family photo with a long, brown-bearded man. If you want the phot, I plan to frame it in my room.
Hey fello bloggers this is Megan telling you about a chance of a life time. Did you ever want to be famous? well this is your chance to be known classroom wide, people saying hey look theres ............ Well if you choose to execpt this once in a life time offer, blog back to me and you could be in Haydens and my movie as a THING and much more... We need your help so stay tuned and listen if you have been accepted. ; - ) good luck Megan
Hey fello bloggers this is Megan telling you about a chance of a life time. Did you ever want to be famous? well this is your chance to be known classroom wide, people saying hey look theres ............ Well if you choose to execpt this once in a life time offer, blog back to me and you could be in Haydens and my movie as a THING and much more... We need your help so stay tuned and listen if you have been accepted. ; - ) good luck Megan
Well, hello there my fellow bloggers. No one blogs anymore, so hello there me. How are you? Oh good, didn't you know, myself? Well I had a gut feeling that I was doing good, but I wasn't sure if you were, but that's silly, duh, cause you're me and I 'm you, meaning that me, myself and all of the Haydens are I in a nutshell, me, but I'm I who's me who's me who's you who's me who's I who's Hayden who just by pure chance happens to be the one and only me, myself, I me, Hayden, Royster, Me....I....Myself... Hayden...me....I.... me...............
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I'm losing it.
So, I am blogging you guys that buy pure chance that someone besides I and me and myself(hey guys! how's life?? Well, I know anyway...) is going to be on. I want to warn you guys. I got...
I can't say. It's just to horrible. The shiny tools... the bright lights... the weird root beer tasting stuff they shoved in my mouth.... Alll right.... I got brac......
You know I'll let you find out. It may come as a shock, but well, it's there.
Fine. I got braces. Yes, nice, red, Disneyland railroad tracks right across the four front teeth. I went to the orthodintuis-orthdintouois-orthodontisut-ORTHODONTIST, unwittingly knowing it was not just a check up, it was the beginning of a long journey.
So after much changing of seats and choosing a flavor of stuff to stick in my mouth and intoxicate my senses so I'd taste root beer until the Fourth of July and scary pointy tools that don't look to far off miniature midevial torture tools, I had red braces, four on the upper teeth, but there are more coming, trust me, there will be more. The first domino is set into motion. The rest will come down like dominoes. Not a great metaphor. But it shall do, my children, it shall do.
WOW Hayden... I didn't even notice you got braces, maybe just because I haven't gotten close enough! well, I guess it's a good thing that I haven't noticed!!
Why isn't anybody blogging??? I'm all alone... there's no one here beside me, I'm all alone,... there's no one here to guide me.............but you gotta have friends! and clearly I have no more friends because nobody is blogging!!! I need therapy!!!
By the way Hayden, the "coming down like dominoes" is a pretty good metaphor! I'm bored now so i'm just going to type random letters and pretend that I know how to type more than 25 words per minute... here I go....hbjdei fsdhajidanjdf vdfajklfda fdnsjfanfa. njaklflnv a vjsklfbs. vsdjkvs dsis a ds skg anfd;s is sa. ajas sd'osd? thed vdnfj;s isa a a o;san ai;sn;jvds vnvfjsvjsd.
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Well i'm back... from two minutes ago. And, And, And that therapy.. well don't worry about me because it's going PERFECT! That's why I've come back to... ya know... get a little me time talk to myself a little bit. (by the way... i was inspired by Hayden to talk to myself) you have taught me so much... sorry, i need a little me time, I think i'm going to cry because I'm having a moment!!! I gotta go so now i'm signing off until next time... BYE!!!
I'm going to guess either sugar, caffeine, or war paint. Sugar, caffeine, and war paint make anyone completely insane.
I think I might need therapy too. One would think that when a person begins converting lyrics of favorite Broadway songs to lyrics pertaining to a deep hatred of CST's, said person needs therapy desperately. So. Yes.
By the way, Duncan literacy: be prepared to serve Waite literacy breakfast when the competition is over. Just saying. :D
You say that with such confidence, Mrs. Allie. I believe what you were trying to say is, "Be prepared to BE served breakfast BY Waite literacy when the competition is over." No offense, but you're prone to typing errors. ( Example: Acivities) What many don't know is that i have a secret weapon up my sleeve: I have not taken any AR tests this year. That changed on Friday. I have just given Duncan literacy 120 points. Oh, and there are, possibly 40 more tests to take. You will be thrown from your seat of victory and we shall be served breakfast like the kings we are. Let us eat cake.
Oh, and by the way, I like English muffins for breakfast. Just saying.
Okay, besides to make that clear, let's talk American Idol. Who watches it?
Okay, so I do. First let me say, I hate the new logo that they use to start the show. It just is sick. Can we please be consistent in something? The only thing they really are consistent on is having the same judges, the same host, the same band, and the same hard to comprehend Paula. I'm sorry, but what was up with the whole, " Jason had two songs" thing last week? I really hope she's okay. I would hate for her to all of a sudden think Simon was a contestant, and start judging him. " I think your usual...sarcastic feeling...was gone in ' Don't Worry, Be Happy,' but I loved the dreads, and.. I think... you earned yourself...a..a... another spot... in the competition.. and you represent all my favorite colored horses." And Simon would say, as the sarcasm genius he is, " Well, I thought you're performance was all a little bit too judge who thinks she's a singer but is a little bit confused, and I think you're really going to be disappointed when you watch this tape over." And Randy's all, " What's goin' down dog, what's goin' down? Another blazin' hot lava bomb from the judges tonight!" And Ryan would say " Live TV, folks. There's nothing like it!"
And what is with the whole Jason still on thing? I mean, I like his dreads, but I believe Brooke was better than him. Well, they might be even. Split it fifty-fifty. I think Jason slaughtered all the songs he did, and when he was told so in polite, and not-so-polite ways, his reaction was alway the typical Jason relaxed smile, hands in pockets. He has never really come out of his shell at all. And he never will. But knowing the amount of teenage and 6th grade girls who will never admit they adore him, he'll be the undeserving winner.
Now where the real money is, is the Davids, David Cook ( yah Davey, my favey) and David Archilldes-Achilles-Archiledasaibqwer-ARCHULETA( did an internet search to get it). They rock. Archuleta, every week, innocent, good voice, good personality, nice guy. Terrific. I'm fine if he wins. But I LOVE David Cook. I just think he can change the Hamster Dance into a rock song, and I, America, the judges, and definetly the producers, would enjoy it. You can tell that they want him. The camera guys always zoom in on him. They always put him the middle when Ryan Seacrest say, " WHO will be the next... American Idol?" They like him. So David squared is my philosophy.
So, yes. I'll get back to you on this when one of the Davids wins.
Speaking of winning, Allieababwa... Mrs. Waite's class should buy some English muffins.
Okay, news flash. American Idol Fans, don't vote for Jason Castro. It'll make matters worse. Not only is he loved by most girls across the nation, but he is now the Vote for the Worst guy. So, let's make this year good, and do the right thing for your country. This is a special announcement.
Okay, pleasantries first. I am in full-heated agreement with those Jason haters, or, for lack of a better word, LOATHERS in the land of the free, and the home of the brave. Thanks, gals, for at least agreeing with me about something, which I know one of you will fall off the Royster Bandwagon when I say this.
Okay, Allie, so one person can't pull his whole team. Correct. But picture this.
A blood red sun sets far in the smoky eastern sky. The Waite and Hollowell are relentless, tearing the Duncan's from limb to limb. The Duncans stand to fight, the battered and broken team that they are, but they cannot compete. The other teams are ruthless, gnawing all the hope from the Duncans soul. and then, in the distance, a man, a quirky 12 year-old with books under arm, birthday bag lunch bag in hand, and a huge grin on his face, quietly sits down, takes a laptop, and begins to take an A.R. test. And as more and more tests are taken, the more the wounded are healed, and a cheer crackles through the Duncans like wildfire. Thehe healed stand up and they get laptops, and they take tests,the trend spreading throughout the countryside, growing and growing. And they follow the boy, the small spark, that will start a roaring flame that will, in turn, pay off to be a breakfast feast for the ages.
So Allie, I'm not pulling them along, I'm like, oh, a knight riding in on a horse to renew hope, and helping out a bunch too. So yeah. English muffins. Gotta love em.
So if the sun now sets in the east, then you, sir, are living in an opposite universe where insane things like that could actually happen.
And picture this.
Said quirky twelve-year-old suddenly finds himself surrounded by furiously competitive eighth graders, fiercely and passionately determined not to serve breakfast to people younger than them.
Okay first of all who's Jason?!?!?!? And Second of all, I'm thinking..... thinking......... thinking......... thinking...... got it!!! WHO'S JASON?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!
Okay Mrs. Allie, just because I the sun sets in a different place at my house that it does at your house is not a reason to nag at me. So what if I differ slightly from the rest of the world? So what if at my house, we go on the rront porch to watch the sunste, and you look the opposite direction? It's a free country, and I can watch the sunset wherever I darn well please.
And we'll see who gets the last omelette, If I do say so myself, in the competition of doom. Yelling us we might lose is like saying the sun sets in the west. It's impossible, from whatever angle you look at it. So, *hint* *hint* I like english muffins.
Okay Mrs. Allie, just because I the sun sets in a different place at my house that it does at your house is not a reason to nag at me. So what if I differ slightly from the rest of the world? So what if at my house, we go on the rront porch to watch the sunste, and you look the opposite direction? It's a free country, and I can watch the sunset wherever I darn well please.
And we'll see who gets the last omelette, If I do say so myself, in the competition of doom. Yelling us we might lose is like saying the sun sets in the west. It's impossible, from whatever angle you look at it. So, *hint* *hint* I like english muffins.
Okay Mrs. Allie, just because I the sun sets in a different place at my house that it does at your house is not a reason to nag at me. So what if I differ slightly from the rest of the world? So what if at my house, we go on the front porch to watch the sunste, and you look the opposite direction? It's a free country, and I can watch the sunset wherever I darn well please.
And we'll see who gets the last omelette, If I do say so myself, in the competition of doom. Telling us we might lose is like saying the sun sets in the west. It's impossible, from whatever angle you look at it. So, *hint* *hint* I like english muffins.
Tell Gitanjali that I'm not afraid. Not very afraid.
I can see this whole " sun-sets-in-the west" talk is-
Ah hah! I just got the Wicked comment. Ingeneous, Allie. I congratulate you in your wittiness. May wit smile upon your for many moons.
Anywho(that word has completely been neglected in our culture, and it is a fabulous word. I say tomorrow in choir that we use the word anywho whenever we can) the whole "sun-sets-in-the west" thing may be such a large disagreement between us before we write blogs in all capitals to get our points across, which really, ironically, is pointLESS, because whose right? Me. There. We're all fixed.
Just a joke. Humor is not what it used to be.
Oh, and about the sun in the east. Let's just say that everybody is unique, and sees things differently. Let us understand our differences, and move on.
All this talk of opinions and differences makes me want to go watch a presidential debate.
That was a joke. Hah.
No, I'm porbably going to surf the web for Indiana Jones related sites, or finish setting up the Bowflex machine downstairs.
I've been a very bad blogger lately... ): I finished Vampire kisses while reading City Of Ashes and finished the book in 3 and a half hours it was fantastic!!! It was my second favorite book of all time! Twilight of course is first. So I'm kind of running out of books to read... almost... this is my list of books I want to read soon: The Host by Stephenie Meyer Kissing coffins, Vampireville, Dance w/ a vampire by Ellen Shrieber and coming soon to bookstores near you coffinclub By Ellen Shrieber
Hey everybody!!! Lexus Here...and don't worry, I have finished my therapy sessions and I am now a mellow fellow!!! and yes... like Chloe has said... you are a VERY bad blogger Sydney!!!
CHLOE!!!!!!!!!!!!! .......(sorry about my overuse an these thingies:!!!!!!) ha ha ha...ha ha ha!!! I plan to become EVIL in my own world of EVIL-ness!!! MWAAHAA HAA HAA HAA!!! ...... this isn't working... oh no... i'm going phsco again and now I have to go see my therapist: DR.Hip-hop... or I i like to call her... Laura!!!
BTW, Hayden what is Armenian!?!?! Also, I still don't know who Jason is. I hope it's not Chason!!!!!!!! Hanna (wink wink)!!!! Wait, is Jason that singer on American Idol. OMG!!!!! I just figured that out. I hope I'm right, what if I'm not!!!! HUHHHHHHHH? I feel like I'm one of those girls right now who just found this really really cute guy and I'm laughing way too much( and FYI I'm not sitting next to any guys right now!!!!!)
Now, now, guys. It's not your place to tell Sydney that she's a bad blogger. That was rude of you, guys. You are not allowed to morally abash someone on my blog. It's not your place. It's MINE.
Sydney, sorry to say this, but your blog was lame-o. I mean, what the? This is a Hayden blog. Not a, "Hey, let's tell everybody what book we're reading" blog. Go to the Watcha Readin' Blog. I mean, this blog has a point, you know. It's to inform you of my status in life. And to convince Allie that everybody's perspective on the sun setting is different on my side of the street. We all have feelings, yah know.
Syd, next time, we don't need to know about Vmapire Kisses. Next time just call me a Ding-Dong, or some other Hostess treat.
Hayden, wit has shone upon my beautiful, Mayzie-fied face since I was born.
And who said it was your place, really? I mean, lots of people go here. So it's our place. Just because I'm here on this Earth doesn't mean that it's my Earth. Yes, I'm only saying this to debate, because I love to debate. Shut up.
Chloe, your rants amuse me. Never scream in my ear again.
ok Hayden, I am Sorry :( so much for defending me. I promise I will never talk about books again... At least on This blog Oh, and before I forget Hayden You Are A DINGDONG!!! Does that make you feel better?
Hayden, I must say that I am completely amused and slightly entertained with the conversation going on here. First of all, I must address Miss Allieababwa...
I like German pancakes. No butter, just a slight dusting of powdered sugar. I also like coffee [shocker] and English muffins with blackberry jam.
As far as Idol banter, I am SO HAPPY Jason was booted. It was torture to my musical ears listening to him butcher songs week after week. The blue eyes and dreds did nothing for me.
Hayden- David A. is going to win the whole thing, not David C. Hear me out... Both guys will earn record contracts for sure. David Cook will be the Daughtry from last season, not winning but potentially earning more than the last Idol standing. David A. [okay- I don't know how to spell it, so avoiding it is the next best thing...lol] is amazing. My only concern is his "Magoo" factor [ask your parents], but his vocal talents will assure him the #1 spot.
Syd- keep blogging baby. Lex, I'm glad to see you've got yourself under blog control now! Chloe...I'm really glad to see that you finally figured out who Jason Castro is.
Hayden- here is a question to ponder. How many licks does it really take to get to the center of a Tootsie Pop? One, two... ? While you figure it out, I'll keep reading and add another title to the pink chart. Have you looked at it lately? Just wondering.
Don't worry Mrs.Duncan, I don't know how to spell his last name either!!! But I am willing to try: Archuleta... I know... I know... It's wrong!!! But at least I tried!!! P.S. This is Lexus V. here!!!
Mrs.Duncan-just so you know... I haven't even checked out the Pink Chart yet... but i will have to: first thing tomarrow!!! By the way... David "A." IS going to win... but I think most people vote for him just because he is cute... or so they think!!! -Lexus
I'm bored but I don't want to get off the computer, soooooooooo... like i did before: chdfdhlf fbsfhj jsjs cdjd fsdskhd cjl ajajajl athy This is getting VERY WieRd!!! I guess I'm going to have to get off. By the way... When I was blogging to Chloe and I said that I needed to see my therapist again... Chloe was actually right next to me!!! We both go 2 the YMCA So long fellow bloggers!!!
What??? Lexi you have a theripist!!! I could understand Chloe having one, but you?! I have those feelings too, like your really BORED in yet can't get off the computer.I just thought of a funny blogge momment... remember the "blong" insident. Very, very bad typo I almost laughed my head off!!!-idiom Bye Peeps, the one and only Syd P.S come see Suessical Hayden would that count as advertising???
Oh, yes, my whole bloggin' family is back together. Welcome back, Madame Duncan, it's great to have you back on the Hayden's Blog Show. What's it been, since April 6th. Heh, time flies when your blogging fun. Oh, I cracketh myself up.
Lexus, hi, I just saw you at a pizza place. So, how's therapy going? I could use a little myself, after the odd comments I've been getting from everybody. What is wrong with you people? Why can't you defend the sun setting in the east like I do?
Which Allie, my apologies, I meant my small insignificant strip of land, not my place. It's not my place. It's not your place. It's our place. It's all's place. And you wouldn't know where we watch our sunsets, because you've only stood in our doorway. Let me tell ya, at the Royster's, it's a whole new perspective. Jay's parties are louder. People's screams as they rocket down Hillway Drive are more helpless. The sun sets in the east. You kmow. You knwo. Know. You know.
Anyway, Mrs. Duncan, it seems that annoying little kid and talking owl that has intelligence beyond his species have not figured out the timeless Tootsie Pop question. What is with that? I believe there is a new scientific field to be found here, and just think. I could entrepreneur it! I shall ponder. Oh, I'll do more than ponder. I'll take action. The next time you watch those badly animated commercials, you'll see a badly imagined me with a badly animated trophy.
like my new thingy ma bob??!! It's a gothic spongebob!!! Delila will love it!!!! Woah, Hayden you have 99 comments!!! My dog is really cute!! I have a black lab! That was really random!!! Are you happy Dingdong/cow/pretty princess/cat A.K.A Hayden other bloggers note:It's an inside joke well, at least the pretty princess was bye! bye! I'm bored.... maybe i sould go to bed now... bye! bye! oh i already said that... TTFN!!!!
Hayden... for your 411, that "pizza place" was called the two brothers from Italy!!! Yeah... Finally... I know something that Hayden doesn't know!!! I've been waiting for this day all my life!!! and now I can cherish it by writing smarter than Hayden 100 times!!! ......................
I'm just playin'... that would take too long... even though I am a pretty fast typer!!! p.s. Hayden, I also saw you at the Rancho show that same night... I'm not sure if you saw me or not, but I saw you!!!
Syadney- I don't have a therapist... it's just a joke between me and Hayden... oops... I gotta go se you fellow bloggers later!
Mrs. Duncan. Your words of breakfast choices do not amuse me in the least. Rather, they instill in me a burning desire to win.
Cinnamon rolls. Lots of them. And if they're not from someplace quality, like Cinnabon, you guys may as well just forget about it. And Vitamin Water, which is, in fact, my coffee. Please, please don't ask me why.
See Seussical. Make three hour rehearsals and those cursed red fishnets in the back of the green room count. Please.
You are right. It's our blog. We are family. I've got all my sisters and me. Not to mention brothers. In a figurative sense. And teachers.
Ready for the piano competition, Hayden? Because I'm sure not.
Allie, I am ready for it. Bring it on. Let my fingers whirl across the keys to create a symphony of magic. And you'll do magnificent. Don't beat yoself up about it. It's called, cough, cough, rising to the occasion. You will do well. Say, do have any experience with Tootsie Pops and the amount of licks it takes to consume one? Your input would be most helpful in a new study I'm conducting. And, oh, this may be all's place, but who owns the blog? I, Cowkid(long,long, looooong story), Hayden Royster, defender of books and bovine for bloggers everywhere! Yeah, so, English muffins. By the way, 8th grade is losing.
I know it was called Two Brother's Pizza, Lexus. In fact, those murals on the wall, my Dad painted. Except for the one with skyscrapers. He paited the bricks too. It is I, Lexus, who knew that and not you.
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It's an inside joke in Academy Voices because He was pretending he had The Cat and The Hat gloves and they were like Cinderella meets Beuaty in the beast Thats were pretty princess came from.Poor lexi Hayden's dissing you. Allie I know were "sisters" or for some people you're a mother but you're GOING DOWN!!!!! INTO THE DIRT!!!!!! Hayden, do your fingers ever cramp up when you write a blog??!! Hey,I have a new picture is Kurtis!!!
agreed allie oh, are you going to see Stephenie meyer???!!! I alredy have tickets she's going to sign it by saying for ex. "To Sydney" I know what your thinking... HOW COOL!!! I know well do great and kurtis says hi
Allie wer'ed you get that picture of the thingy- ma- bob????(the thing that says Dear Jacob i win sincerely Edward)It's really cute!!! I'm sorry about the whole Down To The Dirt thing We have to do two dress rehearsals back to back ugh ugh ugh ugh ugh... Were really good though, so don 't worry Horton says hi Horton says bye I can smell the muffins already... Bring it on!!!!
o.k. peoples... I know I wasn't here for the past few days... but a lot has been going on... I just read from my last blog and I didn't understand ANYTHING... except for the part that Hayden actually knew what he was talking about (the pizza thingy ma bob) By the way, those paintings were very impressive... infact, your whole FAMILY is!!! you know what... if I didn't know you any better than I do now... I would say that your whole family might as well become rich and you and your lil sister can have your own band... you play the piano and your sis can sing! your mom can also join the band meanwhile your dad is way over in the corner paintint things that Monet and Picasso can't even paint!!! It's just KrAZy!!! you know what... I give up... I shouldn't even try to impress you... Infact... I don't even think it is possible!!! I'm going crazy just thinking about you and your family just sitting down in the family room trying to do a crossword puzzle in pen!!! I gotta go... See you later!
Thank you for the comment about my little profile-dude-thing, Sydney! All you do is go to iconator.com and click the search button, search under "avatars", and look for stuff under the category "Twilight". Or any other thing you want. In face, I might just interrupt this comment to change my profile-dude-thing to some other theme so you can have Twilight. Like RENT. Yeah, I'll do RENT.
hi peoplez thanx for telling me where you found that picture 0: There have been some pretty strange blogs last time i checked... Hayden you're not here you claim that your "busy" so to speak... bye peeps
Well, now it's after school and STILL nobody has blogged!!! you know what Hayden... I'm sorry about everything that I said yesterday... I was just "jealous" of you :p (let's say that!!!) But really, I AM sorry of everything that I said before... I went to "Laura" and she said that I need to channel my anger into something more... more... more anger managment-y... like sports!!! but I don't want to do sports so for now I am going to channel my anger onto my pillow at night when nobody is around to hear it scream... well, they will be around, but they'll all just be sleeping like a baby, or a rock, whatever you prefer!!! I was wondering... what does TTFN stand for??? I was also wondering... why do we wonder???
I now realized that I have been writing pretty long comments!!! Of course... not as big as the... the... the KING of big comments: Hayden!!! but you have taught me sooooo well, ya know... if I were you, I would come up to "you" which would really be me... okay... you are me, and I am you... never mind!!! I gotta go!!! BYE!!! this is Lexus Vasquez... signing out!!! BYE!!!!
Whadda is with the exclamation points, Lexus? As your tutor in the arts of long blogging, was that odd quirk in our strenuous lesson? It's !!!! Very !!!! Annoying!!!!! You !!!! Need!!!!! To !!!!!!!! Stop!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! It!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Use periods like normal, civilized bloggers. We can have a coversation without exploding at eachother in words. Okay. Let us move on.
No. Then, if someone does not answer this blog, than, I,yes I, shall proclaim the Tootsie Pop dead. The Tootsie Pop is DEAD( See Lexus, instead, I use capitals to emphasize. There will be a quiz later. See me after class).
Allie. Aloha. How be life? Ummmmm. Yah. So, ready to trasnfer into your alternate self as you become, how you say, " Mayzie-fied" in this night's special of, " The Totally Awesome and Rockolicious Seussical the Musical, Jr. Progrum"?
Oooh! Ooooooh!
Wait.
OOOOOOOH. OOOOH.
New topic. Who has seen "Enchanted?"
If so, please dial 1. If not, then dial 3. If you have seen enough previews to know the plot, dial 3. If you have read a sucky book adaption, please press 4.
just kiddin'. Blogggggg about it.
And, if you don't act now, the Tootsie Pop shall be dead to the world.
*dials 1* It just really annoyed me how Idina Menzel didn't sing. But, really--that movie was awesome.
And don't kill the Tootsie Pop just yet! We still have to do that experiment of sorts. Don't really know how, but...we will. Somehow. *shrug* Here, let's see. Is everyone on here willing to lick once on a Tootsie Pop when they blog? Can you remember? I can start. Seriously.
One.
And really, I never even knew I had an alternate self until I auditioned for Mayzie. I love that part. Even if it's not exactly...lead-lead-lead. It's awesome. And I think I traumatized small children today, shaking my feathers at them. They seemed a bit intimidated when they came out to see us at the end of the show. "It's not my fault, I swear, it was in the script!" But would they listen?
Nope.
My vent is finished, and I am now screwing all this Macbeth crap and getting this cursed eye makeup off my face. Goodnight, all.
Ahem. I realize that this is your vent, and that you must let out your feelings, but ALLIE. The "C" word can not be used in my blog. And for the reason that we gave Mrs. Duncan a subliminal agreement to save the cursing for another time. You know what? Screw it. It's not a bad word. The world will not ignite in flames. And this is my blog so you can say it AS MUCH AS YOU WANT. But, maybe limit it to once a blog.
Buh-bye. See you in just minutes, for the three shows where I wear a baboon head on my head. Joy.
Dial 3 and bye the way, the totsie pop is in the emergency room to see if any one will save him... Let's just say he's dying i have a message for hayden: HAY!!! *frantically falls down the stairs and lands on back* I LOVE ENCHANTED!!! Hi. Bye. - Sydney out
I'm bored my mom's getting ready for the show while I watch the boiled noodles we will soon eat tonight *yawn* bored and online online and bored it's a double bor- a-thon bye peeps see you tonight
Bored and cranky and tired, Sydney? Never knew so much work was required? Much rather play?
Sorry about that, Hayden. I'll try to be good. Sigh. And apparently no one is going to lick that stupid Tootsie Pop, so I might as well just let the dumb thing die. Dearly beloved, we gather here to say our goodbyes. Here he lies. No one knew his worth.
bye, poor poor tootsie pop ;( owell all get over it it is very suckishly that we have no more suessical now that's sad at least we have festival!!! Hayden i just wanted to say HAY- den
yay!!! I saw Stephenie Meyer yesterday!!!!! It was sooo cool I meet up with Mrs.Duncan,Megan,and Katie We were both pretty much there for.... five hours Igot there at 7 and they got there at 6:30 and we stayed there until 11 my number was 741 we never got bored because it was at a hotel
You know, in the beginning, I had absolutely no intention of letting that lollipop die. But I guess it's too late now.
Katie, Megan, Mrs. Duncan, and anyone whose last name could work with the word "donuts" is the absolute most amazing person in the world. I LOVE YOU GUYS.
Sydney Dounuts??!! Nah it doesn't make sense... anyway finally somebody blogs!!! I'm sorry Allie about bragging that you WERE in last place... sadly the world changed and now 6th grade is in last place *sob sob* but it's not over yet!!! I took an AR test on Horton Hears a Who and got 100% that got me probably about 0.3 points
that's right Hayden, you bring that tootsie pop back to life... you can save it, go, go, GO! (Ha, in your face Hayden, I only used one!) well, i agree with Sydney, I'll get over it... someday! Anyway, I just wanted to say "hello" and tell Hayden that I'm back, and I'm bloggin'... see you peeps later! this is Lexus Vasquez, saying "Good-bye!"
Sorry... I just had to blog one more time... Hayden, I had a question: why don't you renew your blog??? ya know, like renewing the relationship of two little love birds, renewing a wedding? sorry, that had nothing to do with the point that I am trying to make. Like Mrs.Duncan renews hers every once in a while. why don't you do that, huh? gotta go... bye!
Lexus, I liked that metaphor: the renewing ofr my blog, the renewal of a relationship between communication. I will renew my vows for thy blog. I will renew my ownership.
Let's see, where to start, where to start. Hmm. I've never really joined the blog and I together in the first place. I guess I could,um, do another one of the first blogs. Or I could take my my Blgging Vows. Okay. I'll do that. By the way, thanks for the suggestion. I, Hayden Royster take thee Hayden's Blog, to be my form of communication,and before my bloggers and Mrs. Duncan I promise to be a faithful and true blog owner. I will love you you, comfort and keep you, and forsake sll other blogs to remain true to you until death do us part. "
Okay, so we're starting anew. The old times, good and bad, are still there, but we are ready for new times and adventure.
This blog is for chronicling the adventures that will occur to me during the rest of 6th grade, and if so, for longer this year. This blog is what I need, an outlet to you guys so I don't have to repeat every story, no matter how tantalizing, to every single person in the school. No, if you are curious to find out about the latest happening in the life of Monsieur Royster, I propose you make the choice to sit tight in a chair and read whatever befalls me. And just to clarify, Monsieur may or may not be spelled right. But, to be perfectly clear, who cares?
If you have been told I am renewing my bloggingship, than I must compliment your informers. Good job! Those who give you information are doing something right. But don't let them slack off. They'll turn on you like a certain person (aka <(*:*)> ) with a spork.
Okay, I'm done with the repeating crudola.
Okay, I'm done with the repeating crudola.
Sorry. You know I had to do that. Am I Hayden without being Hayden? Well, am I? That was a rhetorical question. Ha. Only Mrs. Duncan and Madame Allie know what that words true definition is. I think.
So, now that everything's new again, guess what? Everything has been renewed, so guess what little beauty has gotten a reprieve? The original Tootsie Pop. And I decided that if you bunch of slackers will not press forward in the area of research, then I will, and I am at 600 licks, and yes, I have dropped on the ground. But I'm okay.
Allie, are you planning to go on roller coasters until we throw up a lung and a half? Well, I am. Knott's Berry Farm here I come, with the eight Pendragon book, which I'm giving another shot at, and maybe a Rubix cube. Darnabbit, those things muddle the befuddled.
Okay, I don't feel like repeating myself again. Well, maybe I might. Life's an adventure.
This blog is for chronicling the adventures that will occur to me during the rest of 6th grade, and if so, for longer this year. This blog is what I need, an outlet to you guys so I don't have to repeat every story, no matter how tantalizing, to every single person in the school. No, if you are curious to find out about the latest happening in the life of Monsieur Royster, I propose you make the choice to sit tight in a chair and read whatever befalls me. And just to clarify, Monsieur may or may not be spelled right. But, to be perfectly clear, who cares?
If you have been told I am renewing my bloggingship, than I must compliment your informers. Good job! Those who give you information are doing something right. But don't let them slack off. They'll turn on you like a certain person (aka <(*:*)> ) with a spork.
Okay, I'm done with the repeating crudola.
Okay, I'm done with the repeating crudola.
Sorry. You know I had to do that. Am I Hayden without being Hayden? Well, am I? That was a rhetorical question. Ha. Only Mrs. Duncan and Madame Allie know what that words true definition is. I think.
So, now that everything's new again, guess what? Everything has been renewed, so guess what little beauty has gotten a reprieve? The original Tootsie Pop. And I decided that if you bunch of slackers will not press forward in the area of research, then I will, and I am at 600 licks, and yes, I have dropped on the ground. But I'm okay.
Allie, are you planning to go on roller coasters until we throw up a lung and a half? Well, I am. Knott's Berry Farm here I come, with the eight Pendragon book, which I'm giving another shot at, and maybe a Rubix cube. Darnabbit, those things muddle the befuddled.
I won't repeat myself again. That was for humor purposes. If you actually read this, wow. You're special.
WOW, Hayden... you really know how to flatter a lady!!! Sorry, I have to take a moment to laugh... I have the giggles! hold on a second...........................................................................................................................................ok...Wait, I feel more comin' on................................. ok... I'm done with this nonsense! I really need some exitment here, I AM SO BORED!!! While almost all of you people... ALL of you people are at a GREAT amusment park (like Hayden said) throwing up a lung and a half, I'm here, at YMCA, on the computer, bored, alone, and blogging to me, myself and I. I, myself, and me. me, I, and myself. I, me, and myself. (sorry if I said one of those twice)
By the way, the "renewing the blog" metaphor is pretty good, I have to admit! well, I guess since there is nothing to do, I'm going to sign of... BYE!!!
So congratulations on your marriage, Hayden. I'm sure you and your blog will be very happy together.
I really should have notified you of this beforehand: I absolutely, positively cannot do insane roller coasters the way you can. Give me a cliff hanging over the ocean: I'll jump off. Give me the Xelerator: I'll turn green just looking at it. I'm sorry.
But I went on a few roller coasters! Kind of lame ones--but they still worked! Right?
Please say yes.
And seriously: 600 licks? How long are you prepared to keep the same Tootsie Pop? How are you storing it? Daaaaang. *shakes head incredulously*
Rhetorical question: A question that is not necessarily meant to be answered.
Sydney, even though your last name doesn't really work with "donuts", I still love you. In a way.
I seem to be so brain dead that I have nothing more to say. Remember this day: I usually have more things to say. I'm ending this with a smiley. Those are mindless, right? Yeah.
Thank you, Allie remember when we were watching ripe tide OMG you should have seen your face!!! I had three icees that day... one cherry the rest blueberry... Icees sound really good right now Hayden, I don't know what to say about you... Oh yay your getting married to your blog and are bringing the tootsie pop back to life with 600 licks I don't know how you do it, Hayden heres a triva questionare for you bloggers: Why do they call Knotts Berry Farm Knotts Berry Farm? (just to tell you I have no idea what the answer is) anybody up to the challenge?
Bad Sydney. You no use computer when taking important stupid test.
So, I want to apologize now about my competitive behavior on this blog regarding the AR contest. It was insensitive of me. I hope you all will forgive me.
Hey Hayden, I know you tried really hard for your class. I wish there would be a way for you to come have breakfast with us because you got even more AR points than me. (Only 3.6 more, though) ~Gitanjali
I also would like to say sorry about that. I'll smuggle you an English muffin, promise.
Oh, and thank you so much for what you said in my yearbook! That was really sweet. And of course you could be their dad when I'm gone.
Yeah, I don't think they'll like that. Me? Dad? They liking me as a dad? Not possible. Said twelve-year old is tied to a tree, and is pelted with fruits and sporting equipments, while children surround him and scream, " We want Allie! We want Allie! " I don't see a real positive outcome. But, hey, always look on the bright side oand I accept f life.( de doo, dah doo dah doo dah doo.) So. Cool. I accept Gitangili's apology. Hey, I'm a regular old Dr. Seuss. And, uh, yeah, and a regular old... Mother-Goose? Whatever. Rhyming is not my forte. Yeah!
Here is a message from my pal and... buddy... and.. dude.... Hunter. Okay. Get ready. Hunteration.
Hi Allie, it's me Hunter. How are you? I don't know.
Ah. He has such a way with words, that man. By the way, eight graders, I would strongly suggest that you stick with the penguin costumes. And the Snow White costumes... let's not go there. The nightmares are gonna happen again.
Welll, I have not gotten that far in my quest for the truth, AKA Tootsie Pop thingmajig. 630. Licks. Oh, who saw Indiana Jones? Who thought it rocked?
A> Yes! I, luv, luv, luved it! It was really good!
Are you really sure they'd do that to you? What if their beloved mommy told them be nice to your father or my ghost will come back and be mean Allie instead of funny Allie? Because Allie can be mean. If she wants to be. and that's kind of rare. So...
I know from experience, Allie. You don't want to force love. Things go wrong. I mean, look at Gertrude and her tail. How'd that work out for her? And Hairspray. Remember Mrs. Baltimore Crabbs? Actually, forget it. Bad example. But, most importantly, is it hard to get a ghost? Is there some sort of form you have to fill out, or a ritual you have to perform? D you have to do a Harry Potter, where you get killed and then come back to life? Or is it a metaphor for returning after a long absence, that it seems as if your dead? Or, did you mean anytihng at all?
Alright, so, you haven't seen Indiana Jones. Okay. That's not good. okay. Well, it's AWESOME!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Seriously, you got to, got to, got to, see this motion picture. It will be good. Unless you don't want to.
Wow, two blogs in one day. I'm a fanatic. But hey, what can I say?
Well, I should pick C because I have never seen it... but would hope to soon!!! Well, I know I have't blogged in FOREVER but I'm still the official dogblogger... aren't I, Hayden??? Please, I'll do anything to get my position back... PLEASE!!! (that is... If i'm not the official dogblogger) well... I'm bored, and tired, and hungry........................................................................................................well, I'm STILL bored, and tired, and hungry, because I am... well, gotta go. TTFN! Lexus Vasquez (the official dogblogger)
Allie, could you smuggle me a muffin too?!?!?!?!?!?! I pick z because I'm cool like dat... and I've never seen it... anyhow Hay- den you bloged two times in a row!!! I will see you all tommorow.at school.were we will all be.All of us.togethersee you then!!!!!!!
Uh, KINDEY, I blogged. Not bloged. I've blooged, I've blarged, I've even bologed, but never bloged. I'm offended. How could you say that??????????????????????????? How??? And who in the name of Ferdinand the cow is Dat?!?!!!??? Because whoever Dat it is, how do you know that you're cool like Dat? How do you know Dat? Dat's my homeboy.
Yes, Lexus, you are the offical Dogblogger. Because, no one else uses it.
Allie, you must sign my yearbook. But don't sign the page that you and that girl who always call me Schroeder did. Kaitlyn. Or, some other spelling of the word. Anyway, Kidney, don't ever touch my yearbook again. You are on yearbook restriction.
I choose B1/2. B1/2 is like I looooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooved it but at other parts I haaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaated it. I really want to see the originals. BTW, Sydney how dare you blog during class you could have interrupted people while they were taking those retarded tests that they make us take. And no offense to the district or anything but they either really need to get the test to have some sort of a part with technology. Pencil and paper is the old-fashioned way to do things. But I guess so are the people who work at the district or whoever makes those retarded tests that they make us take. BTW (again) I am now writing a full complete song with the title of ............ ( drum roll please, literally) "Raisins of Love"!!! And if someone else has written one.......... I DON'T CARE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!JK! Also, I was getting my picture for the blog and I found this cool picture of "Bella Swan" a.k.a Kristan Stewart.
P.S. Hayden I have always known you've liked cows, (no, I am not a stalker) but why do you like them so much? Really? I had a really wierd dream and cows were in it and you were ......nevermind, you'd be offended.
sorry ther's such a big gap in the beginning of my blog. Something's wrong with me.....I'm melting... I'm melting..........huh............ huh...........I'm, I'm, I'm...........Okay!!!Coolio!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I! Like! Exclamation!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!Points!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Chloe out again!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! P.S. I dare someone to count all the exclamation points in just this blog.!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I will too! one two three!
Chloe, stop your exclamations before you hurt yourself. If that were ever written on a paper, I'd take my lovely black ink pen and black every single exclamation point out until only the one nearest to the last word in your sentence remains.
You have been warned.
I can sign the yearbook on whatever page you want me to sign it, Hayden. And I won't sign on Katelyn's and my page if you don't want me to. Though I can't imagine why you wouldn't want me to. *shrug* By the way, upon seeing you outside of the Drama room, Katherine and Katelyn began absently singing, "I think the way you play the piaaaaaaaano...is nice." It was pretty good.
Oh, and also, Hayden, the way I'd planned to send my ghost back was by heading back east over the summer and visiting the New York Underworld, finding a ghost who looked like she'd died around my age, and commissioning her to learn a couple of lines and come back here to dress like me and scare my daughters into finding you a suitable father. But I guess you're right. Love works in strange ways. Remember Cho Chang?
I'm really not sure if I meant anytihng, but I'm sure if I had, you'd never forget it.
Chloe. What exactly were you planning to put after "I had a really wierd dream and cows were in it and you were ..."? Do explain.
yay Hayden Why do you like cows anyway??!! Was it love at first cow or something Hayden you said it for yourself "dat" is your homeboy (probably a cow) I'm truly and gratefully sorry Hayden for signing the yearbook that would change your life... forever....... BYE till next bogging time!( I don't care if i spell "bloging" wrong
Bogging. Bogging. Bogging. No,no,no. b*L*ogging, with an L. L, L, L, L, L, LLLLLLLLLLL.
Allie,I didn't want you to sign the Katelyn page, because, that is my drawin' page. I want cover the page with insane doodles. And I don't want people to ruin my randomness with their heartfelt thoughts and signatures and phone numbers. That's for the other pages. By the way, fantastic cow. I'm serious. Cow rocks.
Sydney. Yearbooks chronicle every single thing that happened during the year for you in the words of your friends. They're kind of a big deal.
Thank you, Hayden. I liked that cow quite a bit, if I do say so myself.
I wish you could come with us to Wicked, Hayden. D: We'll be thinking of you. I'm going to find some kind of connection to cows somewhere in the script in your honor. I can't wait to see Peter Pan, though. Bet it's awesome.
So I'm slightly dead because I haven't been practicing piano enough, and therefore, when I do play, my hands cramp up and I feel serious pain. I'm not going to be blogging much today.
Lucky, lucky children. Oh, how I desperately want to see Wicked. but no, the chance is thrust away from me like a candy when I must eat celery. You can quote me, if you like. If you like. Oh, if you like.
Well, well, well, well. I've heard that Wicked was fabulous, as I expected. It's depressing really, not being able to be with friends, and, if you put in perspective, this is the last activity that this group of Academy Voices will do. I didn't get to be there.
Allie, thanks for being on my side in the "yearbook fiasco." Let me explain. Sydney, when I was gone, went into my backpack with an accomplice and signed my yearbook without permission.
1. It be my property.
2. Ah- she need's my permission.
It's like, oh, changing a page in someone's story to say something different. In the word's of that KUSI news guy, Turko, " It ain't right." So, Allie. I am depressed about the show, and depressed about the book. I need someone to raise me up. Well,
When I am down, and, oh, so weary When troubles come, and my heart burdened be, Then, I am still and wait here in the silence Until you come and sit awhile with me
You raise me up, so I can stand on mountains You raise me up to walk on stormy seas I am strong when I am on your shoulders You raise me up to more than I can be
There is no life without its hunger Each restless heart beats so imperfectly But then you come, and I am filled with wonder Sometimes I think I glimpse eternity
You raise me up, so I can stand on mountains You raise me up to walk on stormy seas I am strong when I am on your shoulders You raise me up to more than I can be
You raise me up, so I can stand on mountains You raise me up to walk on stormy seas I am strong when I am on your shoulders You raise me up to more than I can be
You raise me up, so I can stand on mountains You raise me up to walk on stormy seas I am strong when I am on your shoulders You raise me up to more than I can be
You raise me up to more than I can be
I enjoy writing song lyrics. So, Allie, blog something random, to raise me up, to more than I can be.
Seems to be nothing left for me Momma's gone, Daddy didn't wanna be And now I'm all by myself Wondering where is love Or should I just give up Life falls down on me, Cuts into my soul, But I know I got the strength to make it Through it all 'Cause I'm still standing tall Breaking through this wall, I'm gonna Give my all Feelin like a motherless child Hate cuts into my soul It's bringing me down, can't find my smile On a face of a motherless child I'm gonna break down these walls Gonna give it my all, ya know Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeahhhh...
(Hang in there with me) Sometimes it takes a Different kind of love to raise a child (So don't give up) So don't give up (When pressures come down) Sometimes it takes a Different kind of dream to Make a smile (So raise it up) So raise it up (Hang in there with me) Raise it up Sometimes it takes another helping hand To show you the way (So don't give up, when pressures come down) Sometimes it seems impossible That's why we pray-- SO RAISE IT UP.
Nice to have you back on the show, Allie. Tell me, is it possible that you're even more bloggish than the last time you blogged? Hah-hah, I crack myself up. At times. Every few days. Ya know.
Well, guys, it's over. So, in honor of the 2007-08 year, I will allow a tribute. Please post your memories.
Well, that's it folks. Thank you for joining us ," The Blog Show."
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Hayden, love the cow!!! I was wondering..... are we supposed to be talking about books?
Prologue:
This blog is for chronicling the adventures that will occur to me during this two week period, and if so, for longer into this year. This blog is what I need, an outlet to you guys so I don't have to repeat every story, no matter how tantalizing, to every single person in the school. No, if you are curious to find out about the latest happening in the life of Monsieur Royster, I propse you make the choice to sit tight in a chair and read whatever befalls me. And just to clarify, Monsieur may or may not be spelled right. But, to be perfectly clear, who cares?
If you have been told that I am going to a place of paradise for 7 days, than I must compliment your informers. Good job! Those who give you information are doing something right. But don't let them slack off. They'll turn on you like a certain person(aka
<(*:*)> ) with a spork.
You may talk about books, Sydonym, but please, please just give a small notice if I might like that book. And appropriate comments too. I am still innocent, and I plan to stay that way for a while.
Kawaii, here I come, with one pair of shoes, a Roger Rabbit hat, and more books than a human should carry in a TV Land bag, and I hope I leave my mark on you. If not, well, I'll still feel like I did. And I hope I'll solve that Rubix cube. Darnabbit, those things can muddle the befuddled.
I give you my blessings and wishes of a bright future. Peace, people.
The Roystermeister
Aloha Mr. Roystermeister,
I hope they let you on the plane with your TV Land bag full of books! If you're over the weight limit, give them your shoes before you sacrifice any of the books! lol!
Be safe, and have fun. Think of us while you are lounging in the sun, surfing, and eating pineapple. I'll look forward to reading your blogs. xoxo Mrs. D.
Hayden, will you blog to us when your in Kawii???!!!
I spelled Kawaii wrong.... sorry!
Journal 1:
Ahh, it seems so right at the moment to have Hawaiin music playing in the backround, with a chorus of men singing words that will forever mean nothing to me. Ukele accompanies it. If I had a ley-lay-lei, yes lei, this would be perfect. The only thing that could spoil this would be a bad haircut.
Well guess where I went today? And if you guess Kauii,no,THAT IS INCORRECT. Sunday I will depart. Sheesh. Could yuo please try to know every detail of my life, no matter how insignifigant? I am hurt. No, I went to Great Clips.
I do not like it there. I'm sorry, saome of you plan to be hair stylists, and go ahead, mess with peoples' hair all day, but as for me, it has to be a most depressing jobs. How can they lay awake at night, knowing they have shattered a tweleve year old's dream of actually fitting in with the local surfer dudes? They must be ashamed. Now I've just been drafted. March!
The only thing that could possibly make it worse is that I sit next to a Cinda Chima fan.
" Isn't that The Dragon Heir? Doesn't it come out in September?"
" Yeah."
" How'd you get it early?"
" Um.. well, my-ah-teacher-ah-has these connections-"
" How's it end?"
" I can't really, am, tell you..."
" Please."
" No,sorry."
"Pleeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeease!!!!!!!!!!!!"
"Um, uh- no, I can't, or else I might get sued, and you know-"
" I'll pay you a buck."
" This is gonna be a fun trip."
Then they'll end up taking it and hiding in a stall in a the bathroom until they finish and text all they're freinds the end.
DA WRLD GO BOOM!!! OMG!!! LOL! & EVERYBDY DIES!!!! OK, L8TR G8TR. TTFN!
But honestly, it is a one in a million chance that that will happen, and if it does, cuse of the one in a million guy I am, I'll beat him off with my other four books I'm draggin' with me to the Garden Island. See if they can steal my galley copy when they git a whack with Pendragon 3, 4 and 5.
So here comes Hayden. And that Hawaiin music is actually pretty annoying. Jack Johnson is so much more appealing. Oh well, better get used to it. 7 days of it. So, 'till next our paths may cross,
Houdini Royster
Gosh!! Hayden well you shouldn't have brought that book to great clips you ding dong!!! you know how importent that book is??!!! Sometimes I question what you do Hayden..... Well... I always question what you do. I went to Barnes and Noble today. It was fun.
What the heck does TTFN mean??!!!
Poor Hayden. Sounds like your golden locks were sheared at Great Clips. You must now go to the Garden State with a naked head. It's a good thing you have your Roger Rabbit hat to protect your bean from the tropical rays.
How funny that destiny sits you next to a Chima fan! They must have been green with envy! I guess you have friends in high places... and reading ARCs is a totally COOLIO opportunity! I'm almost done with Dragon Heir. I LOVE IT! I'll blog on the newest post once I finish it.
Syd: TTFN is from Tigger and it means "Ta ta for now" ;-) I must applaud you for calling Hayden a ding dong. It warms my heart when my kids pick up my affectionate terms! Personally, I like Ding Dongs. Now if I used the word Twinkie... you would be in trouble.
Keep Reading! xoxo Mrs. D.
Mrs.Duncan, I learn from the best!!
Why are you so mean Hayden. bragging about your trip to hawwaii. MEANER, MEANER, HAYDEN'S A MEANER, x2. see ya march 30th!!!!!!!!
Who is this? Sure call Hayden a dingdong but a meaner??
Wow, Hayden hasn't blogged in 2 days its.... strange.
Going on 3 days.....
I'm not sure if he has Internet connection or a computer... we can only hope! I know it will warm his heart that his fans anxiously await his blog!
Whatcha reading Syd? xoxo Mrs. D.
Well, i'm ALMOST done with Specials When I went to Barnes and Noble I bought the Night Tourist!!! I can't wait to read it!My goal is to read the rest of Specials, then Extras, and last but not least The Night Tourist.
Yay! I found out how to put a picture on the thing!! Oh, Mrs. Duncan I left a comment on Watcha reading blog.
I know it's really late ,but I got to a very sad part in my book! I can't of course tell what happened.Mrs. Duncan, I got to that part in Specials. So sad ): oh and my mom is starting to read Uglies.
Jornal Two:
I'm back! Aloha, aloha, hello-a,hi-a, yo-a! Sory I've been a little bit lazy on the blog, which I feel guilt of, because, it's, well, my blog, and, yeah. So, where was I? Oh yes, the airplane trip which I had to get up at 5: 30 in the morning to go to. Oh, joy.
So we all piled into the good old Highlander for a journey to San Diego airport. Yes we did get there, and the thing that stood out to me the omst is the voice of the microphone thing that says stuff like," Now boarding on the Aloha Flight 22 1/2.." and ehat I noticed is, they sound alot like the Disneyland Tram voice. You know, " Hello, and thank you for boarding the Disneyland Tram, please keep all hands, legs, and other parts inside the vehicle." They never say that on a plane. " Please keep all arms and legs inside the plane at all times." Of course, you'd be sucked out of the plane, but, hey, people do wild things like that.
So we said bye to my Grandma, who couldn't be happier to say goodbye so she can spend a week with uor dog, they're probably going for a walk right now, and we went to do all the legal stuff. These people took our suitcases, and check them through some mechanism that I can't understand, and our plady kept thinking we were going to Maui. No, we have a layover there. So you're final destination is Maui. No we layover there, and then go to Kaui. So you're going to Maui?
She finally realized that she was reading the sticker backwars, and I couldn't help wondering, how do they choose these people for these jobs? Because they're not doing a very good job of it. It's just by luck we didn't end up having our luggage shipped to Alaska.
Then came the fun part: going through those exray walkthrough machines. I get just so jittery around thoes, like if I walk through those things and it beeps on me, I'll be branded a criminal for the rest of my life. " See that kid? It beeped on him," they'll whisper. No, I was lucky, but my dad was not. Well, he kinda was, because they like rubbed him with their hands to search him, so even those he will be shunned from society, he got a free massage. I waad afraid those guys would take my good luck charm- a bag of Mookie Cookies. Don't ask.
So fast forward past waiting in the waiting room, and getting a picture with the airline stewardess, and you got me drooling over the clouds outside the plane window. I did it for an hour, before I got bored, and read Pendragon 3, which needed to be finished so The Dragon Heir could begin. Meanwhile, so sitcom was being shone from How I Met Your Mother, which had the eworst plotline you can ever seen in a TV show, besides from Tellytubbies. Though the bellytellies are awesome. I could just lay down, stick my belly in the air, and watch American Idol. Amanda Overmyers gone, yipee!
Later, after I finished and my eyes were sore, they showed August Rush. I will not lie, best movie EVER. I'M SERIOUS. WHEN I WRITE IN ALL CAPS I'M SERIOUS. GREAT MOVIE. THIS BLOG IS NOTHING NEXT TO IT. GO RENT IT. Great plotline, I almost cried, my sister did.. ah. Magnificent.
Fast forward a few hours, spilled fries on Maui airport floor, annoying conveyer belt suitcase thing, hate those, if you can't grab your luggage before it leaves, oh well, and then a guy who looks like Jim Carry hepled me get a suitcase and squeezed my finger really hard, and then we were at a beach at sunset, me and my pet coconut Helga. I love the name Helga. So, this is an awesomw place besides roosters are all over the place, and the noise they make can make you so....
Gotta go. Only a Fifteen minute internet time,
Mahalo, Americans,
H to the A to the YDEN
Okay, Hayden, I am so jealous! I've always wanted to go to Kawaii! Tell me how it is and how many books you read. So far, it looks like you've already had a couple of interesting moments.
Even though I'm going to Italy this summer, I still have to say... you're lucky!
Cristina
P.S. Nice cow.
I'm with you goldie girl!I'm soooooo jealous too! At least you guys go out of the country. The only states I've been to is Mexico and Nevada ): And of couse CA
H to the A to the YDEN,
You made it to Kauaii! I enjoyed reading your latest blog. I laughed quite a bit, especially when your dad was frisked at the security line. Haha! I totally agree with you that August Rush is amazing. I just saw it this week for the first time. I LOVED it! The little boy who played Evan was so good. It still isn't my best movie ever. Legally Blonde keeps that spot! [Okay- whoever said that orange is the new pink is seriously disturbed!] ;-)
Dragon Heir ROCKS. Eat pineapple on the beach, watch out for Monk seals, and never swim without a buddy.
xoxo Mrs. D.
So mabye when i go to Maii in the summer i will leave metal in my pocket so that i get a free massage. I also loved the movie August Rush i thought it is the best movie in the WORLD!!! The plot in it was so well told. Say hi to your mom sister and your dad for me. Can't wait to see you back at school, well enjoy the rest of yuor vacation.! <(*:*)> Sporks they are awsome.
P.S. ~ Have a great easter dont eat to many easter bunny's after all one might be the real one in disguise. Don Don Don!!!
Your Friend, Kaitlyn
Note: This blog is a continuation of Journal Two, as all the info was not dispatched.
So, so, so, after we got our luggage from the evil covyer belt spinney thing, and my finger was sore from a guy who looked like Jim Carrey trying to hep me get a few bags and squeezin' my fingers in the meantime, we piled into a fan to get our rental car. I always wonder what happens if like you get a car at a rental place, and then you see another guy with a rental car you like pulled over, and so you guys get to talking, and before you know it, you have all your stuff in his car and they have yours. It make for akward confrontations. " Uh, hello, this is Budget Car Rentals. We just wanted to confirm that you returned in a green VW Bus instead of the SUV we rented to you."
" Well, you see, we didn't like the other one."
" Oh. Well-"
But enough of that. So, as you may have guessed, we got one of the SUVs that looks like the person who drew the blewprint drow a bix box, a rectangle, and four circles, and they built a boring, gray, very geometric car. So, as a preview, we spiced it up a bit by completely trashing it with sand, Cheez-it crumbs and other stuff. But that happens later.
So then we dsrove to Snorkel Bob's, which is a snorkel shop, for those of you dimwitted people who would think that the sign with a man inside a shark's mouth advertised a tropical fish shop. Buyt no, it was a shop of snorkel gear, and exremely odd signs. One said," All unnatended children will be given capuchinno and something sticky that will melt in the car." And all over the room were Snorkle Bob-isms. But what i really got from the shop is not only a perscription mask for the poor sightless dear that I am and a fins, but a feeling that Snorkle Bob is the Santa Clus of the island. Some legendary being that is always searching valiantly to find the best snorkle spot in the world.
Oh, yeah, we stayed in a cottage that wasn't a cottage. It was more like a house. It was huge. My parents had a shower that was big enough to run laps. We couldn't descide what to call it. House? Cottage? Cabin? Cabanna? Mansion? Humble Abode? The Roof Over Our Heads? So I stapled two together and called bad weather, and mad.... Cabbage.
So yeah. And about the Cinda Chima fan. I was kidding. I was saying that it would make the experience worse, not it did. Sheesh.
Hayden(n)- a cow that has been morphed into a kid, but still remains cow like symptoms.
Journal 3:
Well, I'm back in the Hotel California!
Such a lovely place
Such a lovely face
Plenty of room at the Hotel California
Any time of year, you can find it here.
Okay I'm done. But even though I'm back, I'm not done unfolding my story, the story of a boy who went to a place that has been named the farthest place from anywher, but who will not stop from telling the tale of his adventures. The words, the mords must go through. Yes, I was setting myself up to reference the melodrama at our school.
So I can't really recall Monday morning- ah yes, I remember. I woke up to the beauty of a television screen on our dressing right in fron of my bed. Now, usually, this would not be so great, except that I only watch tTV on Tuesday for the performasnce, and Wednesday, for the elimnation. American Idol. But I only get 23 channels. So, my sister and I turned on the tube, in the mood to obey. Yes, I set myself up again for a Jack Johnson song reference.
We ended up watching some old movie about some old guy who's the father of three daughter, been on the police force 25 years, and is replaced by a common "Scotchman" as he puts it, who's worked there a day. Little does Mr. Casey know that the Scotsman and his daughter are in lovw, and get married, which Mr. Casey Junior doesn't want to go down those tracks(set my self up for Dumbo reference), and the only thing that brings then together is that the daughter has a baby. Anyway, no idea what it was called, but it was good. Not as good as August Rush.
After that, we went to a free breakfast served by our cabbage people themself, who thought that while we were munching on pinapple a bacon, not together, thet might give us a long, indepth lecture that would spark our spirits and find out places to go around the island. Not so. I got up as amny times a possible, to not have to listen to her expalantations, warnings, and jokes, and got an entire cup of pinapple, which made my tongue sting.
At least a snorkling spot came from the grueling lecture: Anini Beach. This was my first experience doing this and it won't be my last. You see, I believe the children are the future. Teach them well and let them lead the way. Okay, that wasn't well set up. But I saw two sea tutles, and sawam with them. It was amazing. They just flying through the water. Their weightless, just soaring, gliding, there's not a star in heaven that they can't reach. ( High School Musical)
Then we went on a big boat to this place called the Fern Grotto. It's this big cave in the middle of no where, but... It's beautiful. It's beautful, it's true. I saw the face in a jungly place, and it was beautiful.
And this next part I'll skip because, it involves me, a hula dancer, and personal space. This may be hidden in another blog. I'm not really comfortable telling this.
The next thing that happened after those uncomfortable 15 minutes, was- a tour, of the Smith family Garden, where we would see a luaa. This is where we saw too many plants, and Easter Island head, which I wonder if those things were made to look like a certain person, because I'd like to see them, and peacocks. Now I think these are very insecure birds, if they have to rely on a tail to win over theladies. "Come on, just look at my tail. I got extensions for you." I seriously think that peacocks should find a personality trait that they feel is theirs, and show that off. Then every little thing, is gonna be all right.
So we went to this delicious feat where they had something not so delicious: poi. What possesed the Hawaiin people to make this food and everyday part of life. Take water, make it a solid, and turn it purple, ya got got opi. Poiu. POI.Ya got poi. But I bet if people made bean bag chairs and filled them with them, it be very therapeutic. But the pork was fabulous.
Then came a show. It was neat. Some guy like juggled fire, and hula dancers with grass skirts and as man rubbing a rooster's belly to get it to sleep.
But you didn't have to rub my belly to get me to sleep. I was out. All I needed was alullaby, and good, night go sleep little baby ( I snuck another one in there.)nd I'd be complete.
So ended Monday. But Tuesday is way better.
Hay(a bundle, a bundle of straw)Den(a place to curl up) James ( a name I call myself) Roy( The name of a grandpa) Ster( I don't really know) and that will bring us back to Hay, hay, hay den.
( Yes, that was Sound of Music.
Hayden-
It's good to hear that you're safe and sound... back in California, San Diego, Vista... Now we can expect blogs daily??? I, of course, will be waiting for the details you left out of the last blog. Don't you know that if you say you left something out on purpose, that is what we want to know about? Or maybe it's a chick thing. I'll be waiting for the hula story...
I went to the Fern Grotto when I went to Kauaii. The leaves on the plants were huge! They must have really good Miracle Gro plant food, huh? ;-)
Did you finish Dragon Heir? I want to know!!!!
xoxo Mrs. D.
Hi everyone! It's me haven't been blogging in a while... sorry!Only a week left tell we go back to school! see you bloggers later!!!!
Journal 4:
10-9-8-7-6-5-4-3-2-1- BLOG TIME!
Well, day Tuesday on my trip to the place of paradise, where there are such tropical plants, such lush beaches, so many roosters. I mean, every single place we found our cackling chickens friends. It's like the Twilight Zone. " You're looking at a tableau of reality, things of substance, of physical material: a desk, a window, a light. These things exist and have dimension. Now this is a rooster, age two, who also is real. He has flesh and blood, muscle and mind. But in just a moment we will see how thin a line separates that which we assume to be a single rooster with the amount there are on the island of Kaui. This is the Twilight Zone."
We needed to leave a 6:00. We left a 6:10. You see,we were going on a boat ride, Captain Andy's, which would take us on a trip to see the Na Pali coast. . Huge, gigantinormamontsoric cliffs.
So we arrived at the place at about 7:10, and got on the boat, to where I was treated to a breakfast. Fruit, ehh, okay. Muffin, muffiny. Bread, score! The most delicious bread ever? Have you folks had a blueberry muffin? If not, I suggest you get on the next rocket ship to another planet, because you are certainly either on a diet or not from around here! The bread was made from that kind of doughy substance, and it was tender to the crust. I made comments about the bread the entire boatride. It was good. I'm making a trip back there just to get more.
After a quick safety briefing(pointless, they told us all that on the plane), we were on our way. Now, we were on a catamaran. That means nothing to you, I'd wager.
catamaran-(noun) a vessel, usually propelled by sail, formed of two hulls or floats held side by side by a frame above them.
Now on the front of the boat were two spot of trampoline like material, where kids could sit on and let water spray on themselves and drench themselves. Which me and my sister did. Every once in a while we stopped to see humpedbackwhales. But only ever the fins or tails. Now, if whales aren't willing to show there faces much, or... snoutish headish part, then we say that they are insecure or there's something exciting going on down there that we don't know about. I don't know, a party??? When they come down from Alaska, whoo-yah, let's just say they shake their humpacked bootie. What happens in Kaui, stays in Kaui.
Then we got out of the boat, which I dodn't want to do, with the lust for bread still boiling frenzidly in my poor mind, and went snorkling. And it was beeeautiful. one fish, two fish red fish, blue fish. Black fish, blue fish, old fish, new fish. This one has a star. This one has a little car. Say! what a lot of fish there are. Yes. Some are red. And some are blue.Some are old. And some are new. Some are sad. Some are glad.
And some are very, very bad. Why are they sad and glad and bad? I do not know. Go ask you dad. So are thin. Some are fat. The fat one has a yellow hat. From there to here, from here to there, funny things are everywhere.
That sums up the snorkling trip. Thanks, Dr. Seuss*.
After that it was full speed ahead, and still no bread. My whole darn family hung out on the top of the boat, relaxing in the sun, the breeze whisking our faces. In fact I got so whisked the wind whisked my hair so much that it was permanetly in the windblown position.
And then after a while of bread longing and sun basking, we came across a pack of dolphins, who were the smartest things out in the water. I can't help thinking that if the cards had been played differently, and we were in the water and the dolphins on land, they would have been way more advanced by now. But, hey, they had a party to chill at with a few visitors form the great Alaskan frontier so the swam of to catch up with their blowholed brothers.
And then came NaPali. Big, big, super big. Green, fantastic, no words can describe. I stared in awe, and forgot about the blueberry muffin bread for a minute. I was astounded. I was flabbergasted. I was bedazzled. I ginormificated.
Later, on the way back, we encountered some dangerous water. Remember the trampoline thing I mentioned? Do you think it might bounce wildly on rougue waves? Do you think and sane person would be on a spot like that? No? How about an INsane 6th grader and 3rd grader?
Maybe?
Yes.
Water sprayed us continuosly, along with the other five people out of the fourty people on the boat. We held on to keep us from joining the underwater mammals in their reunion, but we were bouncing and floundering and soaking and laughing and screaming and having an good old time. Ing. It might of rained, but oh well. We were wetter than the fish.
And I saw a whale stick it's head out of the water.
So the trip was a blast, and the only disappointment was none of that bread was ever put out again. And for some reason, we found an Irish radio station on the way back, singing about a " raggy-daggy-gypsy-o."
And a trip to Hanalei Bay made the day perfect. What could tarnish this beautiful day?
Two words.
POSTCARDS.CAFE.
The food was expensive. We were unhappy at the prices. 8 bucks for buttered pasta? That wasn't even buttered? Bone-dry? And 8 bucks for a quesidilla? That tasted like cardboard? And 24 bucks for a meal? That was good? But had a side of pureed beets? Baby food?
It didn't ruin the day, but it was a far cry from that bread. Oooh, bread. Everytime we went by Postcards, boos and hisses were directed at it. But hey, I'm okay with the meal, because guess who went there? Harrison Ford! Indiana Jones!
" Next time you're in Kaui, look for the roosters, who arrived there by means unknown, and will not be removed. But we know what happened. They arrived via the Twilight Zone."
Hayden, that is the longest blog I've seen of yours!! I finished Extras a couple of nights ago(It's Fantastic!) and I'm now reading The Night Tourist which is really good by the way! When I started reading it it was late at night and kinda crepped me out reading it right before bed,The first part anyway.When the guy is in his house and is reading a paper that was in his dad's droor that is always locked. See tou all monday!!
WOOOOOOWWWWW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
That is a very long..... but interesting blog and funny.
Hayden and His Many Adventures.
It could be a 300 page book. I'm sure you could write it in a week. It would be in the comedy section. I would buy it in a second. I would come running up to your house saying "O MY GOSH!!! IT'S HAYDEN!!! MY FRIEND SINCE, LIKE FIRST GRADE!! right??
YAAAAAA!!!!!! Can I have your autograph??? CALL ME!(jk)"
NOTE: THIS IS NOT PART OF THE BLOGS. THIS IS JUST A COMMENT CONCERNING THE NEXT BLOG.
Okay, yes, my blogs are long. I admit that. And this last one had to be my biggest I've done. Besides the tribute on Start Talking Plot. But I've decided if I'm gonna finish tyhis thing and start using this blog just to give my point of view on American Idol, the Sprinter, tests, and other things, I better rely to a method of blogging that threw away all blogging methods I've ever used. Ladies and Gentleman, get ready for blogging, Quick-n-Easy.
Watch this space for the next blog.
Or, under this space. Heh-heh.
Hayden:
If you haven't figured who out the person behind this cryptic username is, it's Allie. Your blog. Tis awesome.
I must say, I enjoy reading your posts. If I am not swamped with homework and piano and my various other junk--I MEAN ACIVITIES--I'll try to comment more.
Yay. And to underline said yay, I will add a smiley. :D Yay.
Welcome Allie! Thanks for joining our blog. Feel free to comment on any posting! xoxo Mrs. D.
Now what in the world would acivities be, Allie? A sort of alien from a distant planet that is living under your house? An odd little bug that can tap dance amazingly well? A food that is found in Bulgaria that is addicting?
What is it? Ahhhh! The suspense is tearing out me mind!!!! This is not going to help me sleep.
Journal 5, Quick-n-Easy, coming soon! Get your tickets!
Ah. Right. Acivities.
Those are actually a rare species of ox native to the rain forests of Brazil. They are so rare, in fact, that simply seeing one is supposed to send good luck and countless rainbows to you and those you are close to.
Can't wait for your next blog, dahling. :D
Journal 5, Quick 'n' Easy:
Okay so, I am talking about my Kaui experience, and I must admit that Wednesday was spent stopping off at different beaches, like that one place where they filmed that movie where those people are kissing and that wave goes over them??? Anybody seen that clip??? It's famous?
So yes, it was a good day, and I will reveal one of the higlights of the day.
Set the scene: Eating a picnic lunch at Hanalei Bay on a table. We're taking phtos. One of the most interesting things we do, as Roysters, besides Fanny Charades, I'd rather not elaborate, is taking pics of absolute, complete strangers. You may think I'm joking. I'm not. Disneyland is the best place to take pictures. There is an art of slyness to it, where we must snap the picture quickly without the person noticing. But it is rare that we come across someone who notices, and actually poses. Some man with a brown Dumbledore-like beard actually raised his drink in a salute. Then he came over and asked to see. He cracked up. and said, let's get another. Next thing you konw, he's sitting in a family photo with my Dad, sister, and I , him giving the hang-loose sign behing Dad's head, him giving the guy bunny ears. We
So know we have family photo with a long, brown-bearded man. If you want the phot, I plan to frame it in my room.
So yeah, blog always.
Hey fello bloggers this is Megan telling you about a chance of a life time. Did you ever want to be famous? well this is your chance to be known classroom wide, people saying hey look theres ............ Well if you choose to execpt this once in a life time offer, blog back to me and you could be in Haydens and my movie as a THING and much more... We need your help so stay tuned and listen if you have been accepted. ; - ) good luck Megan
Hey fello bloggers this is Megan telling you about a chance of a life time. Did you ever want to be famous? well this is your chance to be known classroom wide, people saying hey look theres ............ Well if you choose to execpt this once in a life time offer, blog back to me and you could be in Haydens and my movie as a THING and much more... We need your help so stay tuned and listen if you have been accepted. ; - ) good luck Megan
sorry about that i wonder why it put my blog on twice??? hmmmm....... Well This is Megan going bye-bye.
Well, hello there my fellow bloggers. No one blogs anymore, so hello there me. How are you? Oh good, didn't you know, myself? Well I had a gut feeling that I was doing good, but I wasn't sure if you were, but that's silly, duh, cause you're me and I 'm you, meaning that me, myself and all of the Haydens are I in a nutshell, me, but I'm I who's me who's me who's you who's me who's I who's Hayden who just by pure chance happens to be the one and only me, myself, I me, Hayden, Royster, Me....I....Myself... Hayden...me....I....
me...............
me.............
me....................
I'm losing it.
So, I am blogging you guys that buy pure chance that someone besides I and me and myself(hey guys! how's life?? Well, I know anyway...) is going to be on. I want to warn you guys. I got...
I can't say. It's just to horrible. The shiny tools... the bright lights... the weird root beer tasting stuff they shoved in my mouth.... Alll right.... I got brac......
You know I'll let you find out. It may come as a shock, but well, it's there.
Fine. I got braces. Yes, nice, red, Disneyland railroad tracks right across the four front teeth. I went to the orthodintuis-orthdintouois-orthodontisut-ORTHODONTIST, unwittingly knowing it was not just a check up, it was the beginning of a long journey.
So after much changing of seats and choosing a flavor of stuff to stick in my mouth and intoxicate my senses so I'd taste root beer until the Fourth of July and scary pointy tools that don't look to far off miniature midevial torture tools, I had red braces, four on the upper teeth, but there are more coming, trust me, there will be more. The first domino is set into motion. The rest will come down like dominoes. Not a great metaphor. But it shall do, my children, it shall do.
WOW Hayden... I didn't even notice you got braces, maybe just because I haven't gotten close enough! well, I guess it's a good thing that I haven't noticed!!
Sorry... I forgot to put that it was Lexus who just blogged last! OOOPS!!
Hey... this is Lexus!
Why isn't anybody blogging??? I'm all alone... there's no one here beside me, I'm all alone,... there's no one here to guide me.............but you gotta have friends! and clearly I have no more friends because nobody is blogging!!! I need therapy!!!
On the plus side, I broke my mile time... I got a lower time! because I didn't stop.
By the way Hayden, the "coming down like dominoes" is a pretty good metaphor! I'm bored now so i'm just going to type random letters and pretend that I know how to type more than 25 words per minute... here I go....hbjdei fsdhajidanjdf vdfajklfda fdnsjfanfa. njaklflnv a vjsklfbs. vsdjkvs dsis a ds skg anfd;s is sa. ajas sd'osd? thed vdnfj;s isa a a o;san ai;sn;jvds vnvfjsvjsd.
cdsaivfda fdabvjklfdan this is VERY wierd! but i guess since i'm all alone and like i said before, there's no one here beside me..... bujheiabfsal HUOIPEOE nahjpeq cnjo JIAHU jhignupsanhHJUIOPhp nuepwhp PGHUIjhijpw JIOPRGWphePHGFEJIO THEW EJFHDFFDN; THECATOIF JS;ISA LIKE KCOA;AFNL;DA
you know.... i've been thinking and... I really don't like being all alone sooooooo, this is Lexus Vasquez saying BYE!!!
Well i'm back... from two minutes ago. And, And, And that therapy.. well don't worry about me because it's going PERFECT! That's why I've come back to... ya know... get a little me time talk to myself a little bit. (by the way... i was inspired by Hayden to talk to myself) you have taught me so much... sorry, i need a little me time, I think i'm going to cry because I'm having a moment!!! I gotta go so now i'm signing off until next time... BYE!!!
What............ was that?
Uh Lexus, no offense, but when you're alone, you go wacko. I better blog more often. That is really kinda scary. Random letters.
WEIRD.
I'm going to guess either sugar, caffeine, or war paint. Sugar, caffeine, and war paint make anyone completely insane.
I think I might need therapy too. One would think that when a person begins converting lyrics of favorite Broadway songs to lyrics pertaining to a deep hatred of CST's, said person needs therapy desperately. So. Yes.
By the way, Duncan literacy: be prepared to serve Waite literacy breakfast when the competition is over. Just saying. :D
You say that with such confidence, Mrs. Allie. I believe what you were trying to say is, "Be prepared to BE served breakfast BY Waite literacy when the competition is over." No offense, but you're prone to typing errors. ( Example: Acivities) What many don't know is that i have a secret weapon up my sleeve: I have not taken any AR tests this year. That changed on Friday. I have just given Duncan literacy 120 points. Oh, and there are, possibly 40 more tests to take. You will be thrown from your seat of victory and we shall be served breakfast like the kings we are. Let us eat cake.
Oh, and by the way, I like English muffins for breakfast. Just saying.
Okay, besides to make that clear, let's talk American Idol. Who watches it?
Okay, so I do. First let me say, I hate the new logo that they use to start the show. It just is sick. Can we please be consistent in something? The only thing they really are consistent on is having the same judges, the same host, the same band, and the same hard to comprehend Paula. I'm sorry, but what was up with the whole, " Jason had two songs" thing last week? I really hope she's okay. I would hate for her to all of a sudden think Simon was a contestant, and start judging him. " I think your usual...sarcastic feeling...was gone in ' Don't Worry, Be Happy,' but I loved the dreads, and.. I think... you earned yourself...a..a... another spot... in the competition.. and you represent all my favorite colored horses." And Simon would say, as the sarcasm genius he is, " Well, I thought you're performance was all a little bit too judge who thinks she's a singer but is a little bit confused, and I think you're really going to be disappointed when you watch this tape over." And Randy's all, " What's goin' down dog, what's goin' down? Another blazin' hot lava bomb from the judges tonight!"
And Ryan would say " Live TV, folks. There's nothing like it!"
And what is with the whole Jason still on thing? I mean, I like his dreads, but I believe Brooke was better than him. Well, they might be even. Split it fifty-fifty. I think Jason slaughtered all the songs he did, and when he was told so in polite, and not-so-polite ways, his reaction was alway the typical Jason relaxed smile, hands in pockets. He has never really come out of his shell at all. And he never will. But knowing the amount of teenage and 6th grade girls who will never admit they adore him, he'll be the undeserving winner.
Now where the real money is, is the Davids, David Cook ( yah Davey, my favey) and David Archilldes-Achilles-Archiledasaibqwer-ARCHULETA( did an internet search to get it). They rock. Archuleta, every week, innocent, good voice, good personality, nice guy. Terrific. I'm fine if he wins. But I LOVE David Cook. I just think he can change the Hamster Dance into a rock song, and I, America, the judges, and definetly the producers, would enjoy it. You can tell that they want him. The camera guys always zoom in on him. They always put him the middle when Ryan Seacrest say, " WHO will be the next... American Idol?" They like him. So David squared is my philosophy.
So, yes. I'll get back to you on this when one of the Davids wins.
Speaking of winning, Allieababwa... Mrs. Waite's class should buy some English muffins.
Okay, news flash. American Idol Fans, don't vote for Jason Castro. It'll make matters worse. Not only is he loved by most girls across the nation, but he is now the Vote for the Worst guy. So, let's make this year good, and do the right thing for your country. This is a special announcement.
Thank you so much for the advice Hayden. Why? Why? Why? I really like that guy. Just kidding.
REALLY!!! like nobody likes him!!! he is FIRST on my list... and the list... it's not good, I'll tell you that Hayden, it's NOT GOOD!!
SORRY!! I forgot to put that it was Lexus Vasquez who is blogging again. my bad
Uh oh i'm going pyscho again! i gotta go!
Kick.
Jason.
Off.
Oh, so competitive, Hayden. *clucks tongue* We'll see. One person can't pull a whole team.
*eyebrow waggle*
Okay, pleasantries first. I am in full-heated agreement with those Jason haters, or, for lack of a better word, LOATHERS in the land of the free, and the home of the brave. Thanks, gals, for at least agreeing with me about something, which I know one of you will fall off the Royster Bandwagon when I say this.
Okay, Allie, so one person can't pull his whole team. Correct. But picture this.
A blood red sun sets far in the smoky eastern sky. The Waite and Hollowell are relentless, tearing the Duncan's from limb to limb. The Duncans stand to fight, the battered and broken team that they are, but they cannot compete. The other teams are ruthless, gnawing all the hope from the Duncans soul. and then, in the distance, a man, a quirky 12 year-old with books under arm, birthday bag lunch bag in hand, and a huge grin on his face, quietly sits down, takes a laptop, and begins to take an A.R. test. And as more and more tests are taken, the more the wounded are healed, and a cheer crackles through the Duncans like wildfire. Thehe healed stand up and they get laptops, and they take tests,the trend spreading throughout the countryside, growing and growing. And they follow the boy, the small spark, that will start a roaring flame that will, in turn, pay off to be a breakfast feast for the ages.
So Allie, I'm not pulling them along, I'm like, oh, a knight riding in on a horse to renew hope, and helping out a bunch too. So yeah. English muffins. Gotta love em.
Eveybody HATE JASON.
Online Poll !!!!! Online Poll !!!!! Online Poll !!!!!
Who though Jason did TERRIBLE last night, May 6th, 2008?
YES
NO WAY!!!!!!!!
Please blog a 50 word blog or less on your opinion and why.
Responding to your online poll, Hayden.
YES.
So if the sun now sets in the east, then you, sir, are living in an opposite universe where insane things like that could actually happen.
And picture this.
Said quirky twelve-year-old suddenly finds himself surrounded by furiously competitive eighth graders, fiercely and passionately determined not to serve breakfast to people younger than them.
This, my friend, sparks the winning flame.
Okay first of all who's Jason?!?!?!? And Second of all, I'm thinking..... thinking......... thinking......... thinking...... got it!!!
WHO'S JASON?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!
Jason Castro is the nightmare that was just kicked off American Idol.
By the way, I'm currently wearing my yes-it's-a-miracle-throw-up-a-hallelujah face.
Okay Mrs. Allie, just because I the sun sets in a different place at my house that it does at your house is not a reason to nag at me. So what if I differ slightly from the rest of the world? So what if at my house, we go on the rront porch to watch the sunste, and you look the opposite direction? It's a free country, and I can watch the sunset wherever I darn well please.
And we'll see who gets the last omelette, If I do say so myself, in the competition of doom. Yelling us we might lose is like saying the sun sets in the west. It's impossible, from whatever angle you look at it. So, *hint* *hint* I like english muffins.
Okay Mrs. Allie, just because I the sun sets in a different place at my house that it does at your house is not a reason to nag at me. So what if I differ slightly from the rest of the world? So what if at my house, we go on the rront porch to watch the sunste, and you look the opposite direction? It's a free country, and I can watch the sunset wherever I darn well please.
And we'll see who gets the last omelette, If I do say so myself, in the competition of doom. Yelling us we might lose is like saying the sun sets in the west. It's impossible, from whatever angle you look at it. So, *hint* *hint* I like english muffins.
Okay Mrs. Allie, just because I the sun sets in a different place at my house that it does at your house is not a reason to nag at me. So what if I differ slightly from the rest of the world? So what if at my house, we go on the front porch to watch the sunste, and you look the opposite direction? It's a free country, and I can watch the sunset wherever I darn well please.
And we'll see who gets the last omelette, If I do say so myself, in the competition of doom. Telling us we might lose is like saying the sun sets in the west. It's impossible, from whatever angle you look at it. So, *hint* *hint* I like english muffins.
that was a corrected version of the earlier one.
No. I meant, the sun sets...in the west. California. You know. West. The sun rises in the east, i.e., New York. *shakes head*
Gitanjali says be afraid. Be very afraid.
All this talk of the west makes me want to get my iPod and listen to Wicked.
Ciao.
Tell Gitanjali that I'm not afraid. Not very afraid.
I can see this whole " sun-sets-in-the west" talk is-
Ah hah! I just got the Wicked comment. Ingeneous, Allie. I congratulate you in your wittiness. May wit smile upon your for many moons.
Anywho(that word has completely been neglected in our culture, and it is a fabulous word. I say tomorrow in choir that we use the word anywho whenever we can) the whole "sun-sets-in-the west" thing may be such a large disagreement between us before we write blogs in all capitals to get our points across, which really, ironically, is pointLESS, because whose right? Me.
There. We're all fixed.
Just a joke. Humor is not what it used to be.
Oh, and about the sun in the east. Let's just say that everybody is unique, and sees things differently. Let us understand our differences, and move on.
All this talk of opinions and differences makes me want to go watch a presidential debate.
That was a joke. Hah.
No, I'm porbably going to surf the web for Indiana Jones related sites, or finish setting up the Bowflex machine downstairs.
Tsedesoutiun
That was Armenian.
I've been a very bad blogger lately... ): I finished Vampire kisses while reading City Of Ashes and finished the book in 3 and a half hours it was fantastic!!! It was my second favorite book of all time! Twilight of course is first. So I'm kind of running out of books to read... almost... this is my list of books I want to read soon:
The Host by Stephenie Meyer
Kissing coffins, Vampireville, Dance w/ a vampire by Ellen Shrieber
and coming soon to bookstores near you coffinclub By Ellen Shrieber
Hi people! Yes, we can all tell you're a very bad blogger Sydney!!!!
Hey everybody!!! Lexus Here...and don't worry, I have finished my therapy sessions and I am now a mellow fellow!!! and yes... like Chloe has said... you are a VERY bad blogger Sydney!!!
Oh... hey Chloe!!! I didn't know that you were here on "The Blog" tonight!!!
YEEEESSSSS!!!! Finally... i'm not alone!!! I have somebody here with me..... Chloe!!!
CHLOE??? Chloe???
CHLOE!!!!!!!!!!!!! .......(sorry about my overuse an these thingies:!!!!!!) ha ha ha...ha ha ha!!! I plan to become EVIL in my own world of EVIL-ness!!! MWAAHAA HAA HAA HAA!!! ...... this isn't working... oh no... i'm going phsco again and now I have to go see my therapist: DR.Hip-hop... or I i like to call her... Laura!!!
BTW, Hayden what is Armenian!?!?! Also, I still don't know who Jason is. I hope it's not Chason!!!!!!!! Hanna (wink wink)!!!! Wait, is Jason that singer on American Idol. OMG!!!!! I just figured that out. I hope I'm right, what if I'm not!!!! HUHHHHHHHH? I feel like I'm one of those girls right now who just found this really really cute guy and I'm laughing way too much( and FYI I'm not sitting next to any guys right now!!!!!)
--------- Chloe out!!!!!!!
PEACE!!!!!!
o-snap!!! i spelled phsyco wrong... my-bad!!!
o-man!!! I gotta go home now!!! BYE-BYE!!! (by the way... this is Lexus!!!)
Now, now, guys. It's not your place to tell Sydney that she's a bad blogger. That was rude of you, guys. You are not allowed to morally abash someone on my blog. It's not your place. It's MINE.
Sydney, sorry to say this, but your blog was lame-o. I mean, what the? This is a Hayden blog. Not a, "Hey, let's tell everybody what book we're reading" blog. Go to the Watcha Readin' Blog. I mean, this blog has a point, you know. It's to inform you of my status in life. And to convince Allie that everybody's perspective on the sun setting is different on my side of the street. We all have feelings, yah know.
Syd, next time, we don't need to know about Vmapire Kisses. Next time just call me a Ding-Dong, or some other Hostess treat.
Gottit, ya'll?
Okeedokee.
Hwyl fawr
That was Welsh.
Hayden, wit has shone upon my beautiful, Mayzie-fied face since I was born.
And who said it was your place, really? I mean, lots of people go here. So it's our place. Just because I'm here on this Earth doesn't mean that it's my Earth. Yes, I'm only saying this to debate, because I love to debate. Shut up.
Chloe, your rants amuse me. Never scream in my ear again.
Le foc.
That's seal in French.
ok Hayden, I am Sorry :( so much for defending me. I promise I will never talk about books again... At least on This blog Oh, and before I forget Hayden You Are A DINGDONG!!! Does that make you feel better?
Hayden,
I must say that I am completely amused and slightly entertained with the conversation going on here. First of all, I must address Miss Allieababwa...
I like German pancakes. No butter, just a slight dusting of powdered sugar. I also like coffee [shocker] and English muffins with blackberry jam.
As far as Idol banter, I am SO HAPPY Jason was booted. It was torture to my musical ears listening to him butcher songs week after week. The blue eyes and dreds did nothing for me.
Hayden- David A. is going to win the whole thing, not David C. Hear me out... Both guys will earn record contracts for sure. David Cook will be the Daughtry from last season, not winning but potentially earning more than the last Idol standing. David A. [okay- I don't know how to spell it, so avoiding it is the next best thing...lol] is amazing. My only concern is his "Magoo" factor [ask your parents], but his vocal talents will assure him the #1 spot.
Syd- keep blogging baby. Lex, I'm glad to see you've got yourself under blog control now! Chloe...I'm really glad to see that you finally figured out who Jason Castro is.
Hayden- here is a question to ponder. How many licks does it really take to get to the center of a Tootsie Pop? One, two... ? While you figure it out, I'll keep reading and add another title to the pink chart. Have you looked at it lately? Just wondering.
TTFN! Mrs. D.
Don't worry Mrs.Duncan, I don't know how to spell his last name either!!! But I am willing to try: Archuleta... I know... I know... It's wrong!!! But at least I tried!!! P.S. This is Lexus V. here!!!
Mrs.Duncan-just so you know... I haven't even checked out the Pink Chart yet... but i will have to: first thing tomarrow!!! By the way... David "A." IS going to win... but I think most people vote for him just because he is cute... or so they think!!! -Lexus
I'm bored but I don't want to get off the computer, soooooooooo... like i did before: chdfdhlf fbsfhj jsjs cdjd fsdskhd cjl ajajajl athy
This is getting VERY WieRd!!! I guess I'm going to have to get off. By the way... When I was blogging to Chloe and I said that I needed to see my therapist again... Chloe was actually right next to me!!! We both go 2 the YMCA
So long fellow bloggers!!!
Lexus Vasquez is...............
OUT!!!!
Bye!!!
What??? Lexi you have a theripist!!! I could understand Chloe having one, but you?! I have those feelings too, like your really BORED in yet can't get off the computer.I just thought of a funny blogge momment... remember the "blong" insident. Very, very bad typo I almost laughed my head off!!!-idiom
Bye Peeps,
the one and only Syd
P.S come see Suessical Hayden would that count as advertising???
Daang Hayden you have 97 and is now going to be 98 comments! Wow
Oh, yes, my whole bloggin' family is back together. Welcome back, Madame Duncan, it's great to have you back on the Hayden's Blog Show.
What's it been, since April 6th. Heh, time flies when your blogging fun. Oh, I cracketh myself up.
Lexus, hi, I just saw you at a pizza place. So, how's therapy going? I could use a little myself, after the odd comments I've been getting from everybody. What is wrong with you people? Why can't you defend the sun setting in the east like I do?
Which Allie, my apologies, I meant my small insignificant strip of land, not my place. It's not my place. It's not your place. It's our place. It's all's place. And you wouldn't know where we watch our sunsets, because you've only stood in our doorway. Let me tell ya, at the Royster's, it's a whole new perspective. Jay's parties are louder. People's screams as they rocket down Hillway Drive are more helpless. The sun sets in the east. You kmow. You knwo. Know. You know.
Anyway, Mrs. Duncan, it seems that annoying little kid and talking owl that has intelligence beyond his species have not figured out the timeless Tootsie Pop question. What is with that? I believe there is a new scientific field to be found here, and just think. I could entrepreneur it! I shall ponder. Oh, I'll do more than ponder. I'll take action. The next time you watch those badly animated commercials, you'll see a badly imagined me with a badly animated trophy.
100 Yeah!!!!!!!!!
Ohhh! New record. For my new record, I will write cow 100 times.
Cow cow cow cow cow Cow cow cow cow cow Cow cow cow cow Cow cow cow cow cow cow Cow cow cow Cow cow cow cow cow cow cow Cow cow cow cow cow Cow cow cow cow Cow cow cow cow cow cow Cow cow cow
cow cow Cow cow cow cow cow Cow cow cow cow cow Cow cow cow cow cow Cow cow cow cow cow Cow cow cow cow cow Cow cow cow cow cow Cow cow cow cow cow Cow cow cow cow cow Cow cow cow cow cow Cow cow cow cow cow
Yeah !00
like my new thingy ma bob??!! It's a gothic spongebob!!! Delila will love it!!!! Woah, Hayden you have 99 comments!!! My dog is really cute!! I have a black lab! That was really random!!! Are you happy Dingdong/cow/pretty princess/cat A.K.A Hayden
other bloggers note:It's an inside joke well, at least the pretty princess was
bye!
bye!
I'm bored....
maybe i sould go to bed now...
bye!
bye!
oh i already said that...
TTFN!!!!
Hayden... for your 411, that "pizza place" was called the two brothers from Italy!!! Yeah... Finally... I know something that Hayden doesn't know!!! I've been waiting for this day all my life!!! and now I can cherish it by writing smarter than Hayden 100 times!!! ......................
I'm just playin'... that would take too long... even though I am a pretty fast typer!!!
p.s. Hayden, I also saw you at the Rancho show that same night... I'm not sure if you saw me or not, but I saw you!!!
Syadney- I don't have a therapist... it's just a joke between me and Hayden... oops... I gotta go se you fellow bloggers later!
Um, yeah, pretty princess?
Sorry, just...had to get that out of my system.
Mrs. Duncan. Your words of breakfast choices do not amuse me in the least. Rather, they instill in me a burning desire to win.
Cinnamon rolls. Lots of them. And if they're not from someplace quality, like Cinnabon, you guys may as well just forget about it. And Vitamin Water, which is, in fact, my coffee. Please, please don't ask me why.
See Seussical. Make three hour rehearsals and those cursed red fishnets in the back of the green room count. Please.
You are right. It's our blog. We are family. I've got all my sisters and me. Not to mention brothers. In a figurative sense. And teachers.
Ready for the piano competition, Hayden? Because I'm sure not.
*thumbs up*
Allie,
I am ready for it. Bring it on. Let my fingers whirl across the keys to create a symphony of magic. And you'll do magnificent. Don't beat yoself up about it. It's called, cough, cough, rising to the occasion. You will do well. Say, do have any experience with Tootsie Pops and the amount of licks it takes to consume one? Your input would be most helpful in a new study I'm conducting. And, oh, this may be all's place, but who owns the blog? I, Cowkid(long,long, looooong story), Hayden Royster, defender of books and bovine for bloggers everywhere! Yeah, so, English muffins. By the way, 8th grade is losing.
I know it was called Two Brother's Pizza, Lexus. In fact, those murals on the wall, my Dad painted. Except for the one with skyscrapers. He paited the bricks too. It is I, Lexus, who knew that and not you.
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It's an inside joke in Academy Voices because He was pretending he had The Cat and The Hat gloves and they were like Cinderella meets Beuaty in the beast Thats were pretty princess came from.Poor lexi Hayden's dissing you. Allie I know were "sisters" or for some people you're a mother but you're GOING DOWN!!!!! INTO THE DIRT!!!!!! Hayden, do your fingers ever cramp up when you write a blog??!! Hey,I have a new picture is Kurtis!!!
Yes, I know eighth grade is losing. But my fighting spirit is what really counts, here.
*frantically scribbles down the order for English muffins*
Hi, Kurtis. Good to see you.
You did really well at the thingy-competition-dude-yeah, Hayden. Now for Seussical. D8 I can only hope we're prepared for the show on Tuesday.
agreed allie oh, are you going to see Stephenie meyer???!!! I alredy have tickets she's going to sign it by saying for ex. "To Sydney" I know what your thinking... HOW COOL!!! I know well do great and kurtis says hi
Allie wer'ed you get that picture of the thingy- ma- bob????(the thing that says Dear Jacob i win sincerely Edward)It's really cute!!! I'm sorry about the whole Down To The Dirt thing We have to do two dress rehearsals back to back ugh ugh ugh ugh ugh... Were really good though, so don 't worry
Horton says hi
Horton says bye
I can smell the muffins already... Bring it on!!!!
o.k. peoples... I know I wasn't here for the past few days... but a lot has been going on... I just read from my last blog and I didn't understand ANYTHING... except for the part that Hayden actually knew what he was talking about (the pizza thingy ma bob) By the way, those paintings were very impressive... infact, your whole FAMILY is!!! you know what... if I didn't know you any better than I do now... I would say that your whole family might as well become rich and you and your lil sister can have your own band... you play the piano and your sis can sing! your mom can also join the band meanwhile your dad is way over in the corner paintint things that Monet and Picasso can't even paint!!! It's just KrAZy!!! you know what... I give up... I shouldn't even try to impress you... Infact... I don't even think it is possible!!! I'm going crazy just thinking about you and your family just sitting down in the family room trying to do a crossword puzzle in pen!!! I gotta go... See you later!
Thank you for the comment about my little profile-dude-thing, Sydney! All you do is go to iconator.com and click the search button, search under "avatars", and look for stuff under the category "Twilight". Or any other thing you want. In face, I might just interrupt this comment to change my profile-dude-thing to some other theme so you can have Twilight. Like RENT. Yeah, I'll do RENT.
Hang on.
Rock on.
Ha, in face. Sorry about that. I tend to make typos sometimes. *coughACIVITIEScough*
And it's okay about the "down in the dirt" thing. At least it wasn't "down in the concrete". Or "down in that massive deep fryer". Yeah.
Gotta practice piano. So...see Seussical or die, all who read this blog.
hi peoplez thanx for telling me where you found that picture 0: There have been some pretty strange blogs last time i checked... Hayden you're not here you claim that your "busy" so to speak...
bye peeps
HI!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
.........................................................................................................
BYE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
by the way... this was Lexus Vasquez in The computer lab at lunch!
Well, now it's after school and STILL nobody has blogged!!! you know what Hayden... I'm sorry about everything that I said yesterday... I was just "jealous" of you :p (let's say that!!!) But really, I AM sorry of everything that I said before... I went to "Laura" and she said that I need to channel my anger into something more... more... more anger managment-y... like sports!!! but I don't want to do sports so for now I am going to channel my anger onto my pillow at night when nobody is around to hear it scream... well, they will be around, but they'll all just be sleeping like a baby, or a rock, whatever you prefer!!!
I was wondering... what does TTFN stand for??? I was also wondering... why do we wonder???
I now realized that I have been writing pretty long comments!!! Of course... not as big as the... the... the KING of big comments: Hayden!!! but you have taught me sooooo well, ya know... if I were you, I would come up to "you" which would really be me... okay... you are me, and I am you... never mind!!! I gotta go!!!
BYE!!!
this is Lexus Vasquez... signing out!!! BYE!!!!
Whadda is with the exclamation points, Lexus? As your tutor in the arts of long blogging, was that odd quirk in our strenuous lesson? It's !!!! Very !!!! Annoying!!!!! You !!!! Need!!!!! To !!!!!!!! Stop!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
It!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Use periods like normal, civilized bloggers. We can have a coversation without exploding at eachother in words. Okay. Let us move on.
So, Tootsie Pop, Tootsie Pop. Anyone? Anyone? Anyone? Anyone? Anyanyanyone? Bueller? Anyone?
No. Then, if someone does not answer this blog, than, I,yes I, shall proclaim the Tootsie Pop dead. The Tootsie Pop is DEAD( See Lexus, instead, I use capitals to emphasize. There will be a quiz later. See me after class).
Allie. Aloha. How be life? Ummmmm. Yah. So, ready to trasnfer into your alternate self as you become, how you say, " Mayzie-fied" in this night's special of, " The Totally Awesome and Rockolicious Seussical the Musical, Jr. Progrum"?
Oooh! Ooooooh!
Wait.
OOOOOOOH. OOOOH.
New topic. Who has seen "Enchanted?"
If so, please dial 1. If not, then dial 3. If you have seen enough previews to know the plot, dial 3. If you have read a sucky book adaption, please press 4.
just kiddin'. Blogggggg about it.
And, if you don't act now, the Tootsie Pop shall be dead to the world.
*dials 1* It just really annoyed me how Idina Menzel didn't sing. But, really--that movie was awesome.
And don't kill the Tootsie Pop just yet! We still have to do that experiment of sorts. Don't really know how, but...we will. Somehow. *shrug* Here, let's see. Is everyone on here willing to lick once on a Tootsie Pop when they blog? Can you remember? I can start. Seriously.
One.
And really, I never even knew I had an alternate self until I auditioned for Mayzie. I love that part. Even if it's not exactly...lead-lead-lead. It's awesome. And I think I traumatized small children today, shaking my feathers at them. They seemed a bit intimidated when they came out to see us at the end of the show. "It's not my fault, I swear, it was in the script!" But would they listen?
Nope.
My vent is finished, and I am now screwing all this Macbeth crap and getting this cursed eye makeup off my face. Goodnight, all.
Ahem. I realize that this is your vent, and that you must let out your feelings, but ALLIE. The "C" word can not be used in my blog. And for the reason that we gave Mrs. Duncan a subliminal agreement to save the cursing for another time. You know what? Screw it. It's not a bad word. The world will not ignite in flames. And this is my blog so you can say it AS MUCH AS YOU WANT. But, maybe limit it to once a blog.
Buh-bye. See you in just minutes, for the three shows where I wear a baboon head on my head. Joy.
Dial 3 and bye the way, the totsie pop is in the emergency room to see if any one will save him... Let's just say he's dying i have a message for hayden: HAY!!! *frantically falls down the stairs and lands on back* I LOVE ENCHANTED!!!
Hi.
Bye.
- Sydney out
I'm bored my mom's getting ready for the show while I watch the boiled noodles we will soon eat tonight *yawn* bored and online online and bored it's a double bor- a-thon
bye peeps see you tonight
Bored and cranky and tired, Sydney? Never knew so much work was required? Much rather play?
Sorry about that, Hayden. I'll try to be good. Sigh. And apparently no one is going to lick that stupid Tootsie Pop, so I might as well just let the dumb thing die. Dearly beloved, we gather here to say our goodbyes. Here he lies. No one knew his worth.
bye, poor poor tootsie pop ;( owell all get over it
it is very suckishly that we have no more suessical now that's sad at least we have festival!!!
Hayden i just wanted to say HAY- den
Today's the day. The Tootsie Pop is weak. The world may never know how many licks it can be completed in. So sad. But you have all day. Go for it.
yay!!! I saw Stephenie Meyer yesterday!!!!! It was sooo cool I meet up with Mrs.Duncan,Megan,and Katie We were both pretty much there for.... five hours Igot there at 7 and they got there at 6:30 and we stayed there until 11 my number was 741 we never got bored because it was at a hotel
You know, in the beginning, I had absolutely no intention of letting that lollipop die. But I guess it's too late now.
Katie, Megan, Mrs. Duncan, and anyone whose last name could work with the word "donuts" is the absolute most amazing person in the world. I LOVE YOU GUYS.
Sydney Dounuts??!! Nah it doesn't make sense... anyway finally somebody blogs!!! I'm sorry Allie about bragging that you WERE in last place... sadly the world changed and now 6th grade is in last place *sob sob* but it's not over yet!!! I took an AR test on Horton Hears a Who and got 100%
that got me probably about 0.3 points
that's right Hayden, you bring that tootsie pop back to life... you can save it, go, go, GO! (Ha, in your face Hayden, I only used one!) well, i agree with Sydney, I'll get over it... someday! Anyway, I just wanted to say "hello" and tell Hayden that I'm back, and I'm bloggin'... see you peeps later!
this is Lexus Vasquez, saying "Good-bye!"
Sorry... I just had to blog one more time... Hayden, I had a question: why don't you renew your blog??? ya know, like renewing the relationship of two little love birds, renewing a wedding? sorry, that had nothing to do with the point that I am trying to make. Like Mrs.Duncan renews hers every once in a while. why don't you do that, huh? gotta go... bye!
Hayden Can't "renew" because he claims he is "busy" anyway
Hayden we all miss you come back!
Lexus, I liked that metaphor: the renewing ofr my blog, the renewal of a relationship between communication. I will renew my vows for thy blog. I will renew my ownership.
Let's see, where to start, where to start. Hmm. I've never really joined the blog and I together in the first place. I guess I could,um, do another one of the first blogs. Or I could take my my Blgging Vows. Okay. I'll do that. By the way, thanks for the suggestion.
I, Hayden Royster take thee Hayden's Blog, to be my form of communication,and before my bloggers and Mrs. Duncan I promise to be a faithful and true blog owner.
I will love you you, comfort and keep you, and forsake sll other blogs to remain true to you until death do us part. "
Okay, so we're starting anew. The old times, good and bad, are still there, but we are ready for new times and adventure.
Prologue:
This blog is for chronicling the adventures that will occur to me during the rest of 6th grade, and if so, for longer this year. This blog is what I need, an outlet to you guys so I don't have to repeat every story, no matter how tantalizing, to every single person in the school. No, if you are curious to find out about the latest happening in the life of Monsieur Royster, I propose you make the choice to sit tight in a chair and read whatever befalls me. And just to clarify, Monsieur may or may not be spelled right. But, to be perfectly clear, who cares?
If you have been told I am renewing my bloggingship, than I must compliment your informers. Good job! Those who give you information are doing something right. But don't let them slack off. They'll turn on you like a certain person (aka <(*:*)> ) with a spork.
Okay, I'm done with the repeating crudola.
Okay, I'm done with the repeating crudola.
Sorry. You know I had to do that. Am I Hayden without being Hayden? Well, am I? That was a rhetorical question. Ha. Only Mrs. Duncan and Madame Allie know what that words true definition is. I think.
So, now that everything's new again, guess what? Everything has been renewed, so guess what little beauty has gotten a reprieve? The original Tootsie Pop. And I decided that if you bunch of slackers will not press forward in the area of research, then I will, and I am at 600 licks, and yes, I have dropped on the ground. But I'm okay.
Allie, are you planning to go on roller coasters until we throw up a lung and a half? Well, I am. Knott's Berry Farm here I come, with the eight Pendragon book, which I'm giving another shot at, and maybe a Rubix cube. Darnabbit, those things muddle the befuddled.
Okay, I don't feel like repeating myself again. Well, maybe I might.
Life's an adventure.
Prologue:
This blog is for chronicling the adventures that will occur to me during the rest of 6th grade, and if so, for longer this year. This blog is what I need, an outlet to you guys so I don't have to repeat every story, no matter how tantalizing, to every single person in the school. No, if you are curious to find out about the latest happening in the life of Monsieur Royster, I propose you make the choice to sit tight in a chair and read whatever befalls me. And just to clarify, Monsieur may or may not be spelled right. But, to be perfectly clear, who cares?
If you have been told I am renewing my bloggingship, than I must compliment your informers. Good job! Those who give you information are doing something right. But don't let them slack off. They'll turn on you like a certain person (aka <(*:*)> ) with a spork.
Okay, I'm done with the repeating crudola.
Okay, I'm done with the repeating crudola.
Sorry. You know I had to do that. Am I Hayden without being Hayden? Well, am I? That was a rhetorical question. Ha. Only Mrs. Duncan and Madame Allie know what that words true definition is. I think.
So, now that everything's new again, guess what? Everything has been renewed, so guess what little beauty has gotten a reprieve? The original Tootsie Pop. And I decided that if you bunch of slackers will not press forward in the area of research, then I will, and I am at 600 licks, and yes, I have dropped on the ground. But I'm okay.
Allie, are you planning to go on roller coasters until we throw up a lung and a half? Well, I am. Knott's Berry Farm here I come, with the eight Pendragon book, which I'm giving another shot at, and maybe a Rubix cube. Darnabbit, those things muddle the befuddled.
I won't repeat myself again. That was for humor purposes. If you actually read this, wow. You're special.
WOW, Hayden... you really know how to flatter a lady!!! Sorry, I have to take a moment to laugh... I have the giggles! hold on a second...........................................................................................................................................ok...Wait, I feel more comin' on................................. ok... I'm done with this nonsense! I really need some exitment here, I AM SO BORED!!! While almost all of you people... ALL of you people are at a GREAT amusment park (like Hayden said) throwing up a lung and a half, I'm here, at YMCA, on the computer, bored, alone, and blogging to me, myself and I. I, myself, and me. me, I, and myself. I, me, and myself. (sorry if I said one of those twice)
By the way, the "renewing the blog" metaphor is pretty good, I have to admit! well, I guess since there is nothing to do, I'm going to sign of... BYE!!!
So congratulations on your marriage, Hayden. I'm sure you and your blog will be very happy together.
I really should have notified you of this beforehand: I absolutely, positively cannot do insane roller coasters the way you can. Give me a cliff hanging over the ocean: I'll jump off. Give me the Xelerator: I'll turn green just looking at it. I'm sorry.
But I went on a few roller coasters! Kind of lame ones--but they still worked! Right?
Please say yes.
And seriously: 600 licks? How long are you prepared to keep the same Tootsie Pop? How are you storing it? Daaaaang. *shakes head incredulously*
Rhetorical question: A question that is not necessarily meant to be answered.
Sydney, even though your last name doesn't really work with "donuts", I still love you. In a way.
I seem to be so brain dead that I have nothing more to say. Remember this day: I usually have more things to say. I'm ending this with a smiley. Those are mindless, right? Yeah.
:D
Thank you, Allie remember when we were watching ripe tide OMG you should have seen your face!!! I had three icees that day... one cherry the rest blueberry... Icees sound really good right now
Hayden, I don't know what to say about you... Oh yay your getting married to your blog and are bringing the tootsie pop back to life with 600 licks I don't know how you do it, Hayden
heres a triva questionare for you bloggers: Why do they call Knotts Berry Farm Knotts Berry Farm?
(just to tell you I have no idea what the answer is)
anybody up to the challenge?
I'm in class right now taking the benchmark and my chair so happens to be right next to the computer.... BYE!!!
Bad Sydney. You no use computer when taking important stupid test.
So, I want to apologize now about my competitive behavior on this blog regarding the AR contest. It was insensitive of me. I hope you all will forgive me.
Please.
I blogged AFTER I TOOK THE TEST thank you very much
I carry a message from Gitanjali.
Hey Hayden,
I know you tried really hard for your class. I wish there would be a way for you to come have breakfast with us because you got even more AR points than me. (Only 3.6 more, though)
~Gitanjali
I also would like to say sorry about that. I'll smuggle you an English muffin, promise.
Oh, and thank you so much for what you said in my yearbook! That was really sweet. And of course you could be their dad when I'm gone.
Yeah, I don't think they'll like that. Me? Dad? They liking me as a dad? Not possible. Said twelve-year old is tied to a tree, and is pelted with fruits and sporting equipments, while children surround him and scream,
" We want Allie! We want Allie! " I don't see a real positive outcome. But, hey, always look on the bright side oand I accept f life.( de doo, dah doo dah doo dah doo.) So. Cool. I accept Gitangili's apology. Hey, I'm a regular old Dr. Seuss. And, uh, yeah, and a regular old... Mother-Goose? Whatever. Rhyming is not my forte. Yeah!
Here is a message from my pal and... buddy... and.. dude.... Hunter. Okay. Get ready. Hunteration.
Hi Allie, it's me Hunter. How are you? I don't know.
Ah. He has such a way with words, that man. By the way, eight graders, I would strongly suggest that you stick with the penguin costumes. And the Snow White costumes... let's not go there. The nightmares are gonna happen again.
Welll, I have not gotten that far in my quest for the truth, AKA Tootsie Pop thingmajig. 630. Licks. Oh, who saw Indiana Jones? Who thought it rocked?
A> Yes! I, luv, luv, luved it! It was really good!
B> No! I haaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaated it!
C> Lol NEVER SEEN IT.
I pick C.
Are you really sure they'd do that to you? What if their beloved mommy told them be nice to your father or my ghost will come back and be mean Allie instead of funny Allie? Because Allie can be mean. If she wants to be. and that's kind of rare. So...
I am good, Hunter, and how are you?
Life of Bryan (or is it Brian?) beats all.
I know from experience, Allie. You don't want to force love. Things go wrong. I mean, look at Gertrude and her tail. How'd that work out for her? And Hairspray. Remember Mrs. Baltimore Crabbs? Actually, forget it. Bad example. But, most importantly, is it hard to get a ghost? Is there some sort of form you have to fill out, or a ritual you have to perform? D you have to do a Harry Potter, where you get killed and then come back to life? Or is it a metaphor for returning after a long absence, that it seems as if your dead? Or, did you mean anytihng at all?
Alright, so, you haven't seen Indiana Jones. Okay. That's not good. okay. Well, it's AWESOME!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Seriously, you got to, got to, got to, see this motion picture. It will be good. Unless you don't want to.
Wow, two blogs in one day. I'm a fanatic. But hey, what can I say?
Well, I should pick C because I have never seen it... but would hope to soon!!! Well, I know I have't blogged in FOREVER but I'm still the official dogblogger... aren't I, Hayden??? Please, I'll do anything to get my position back... PLEASE!!! (that is... If i'm not the official dogblogger) well... I'm bored, and tired, and hungry........................................................................................................well, I'm STILL bored, and tired, and hungry, because I am... well, gotta go.
TTFN!
Lexus Vasquez
(the official dogblogger)
BYE!!!
:D
Allie, could you smuggle me a muffin too?!?!?!?!?!?! I pick z because I'm cool like dat... and I've never seen it... anyhow Hay- den you bloged two times in a row!!! I will see you all tommorow.at school.were we will all be.All of us.togethersee you then!!!!!!!
Uh, KINDEY, I blogged. Not bloged. I've blooged, I've blarged, I've even bologed, but never bloged. I'm offended. How could you say that??????????????????????????? How??? And who in the name of Ferdinand the cow is Dat?!?!!!???
Because whoever Dat it is, how do you know that you're cool like Dat? How do you know Dat? Dat's my homeboy.
Yes, Lexus, you are the offical Dogblogger. Because, no one else uses it.
Allie, you must sign my yearbook. But don't sign the page that you and that girl who always call me Schroeder did. Kaitlyn. Or, some other spelling of the word. Anyway, Kidney, don't ever touch my yearbook again. You are on yearbook restriction.
I choose B1/2. B1/2 is like I looooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooved it but at other parts I haaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaated it. I really want to see the originals. BTW, Sydney how dare you blog during class you could have interrupted people while they were taking those retarded tests that they make us take. And no offense to the district or anything but they either really need to get the test to have some sort of a part with technology. Pencil and paper is the old-fashioned way to do things. But I guess so are the people who work at the district or whoever makes those retarded tests that they make us take. BTW (again) I am now writing a full complete song with the title of ............ ( drum roll please, literally) "Raisins of Love"!!!
And if someone else has written one.......... I DON'T CARE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!JK!
Also, I was getting my picture for the blog and I found this cool picture of "Bella Swan" a.k.a Kristan Stewart.
P.S. Hayden I have always known you've liked cows, (no, I am not a stalker) but why do you like them so much? Really? I had a really wierd dream and cows were in it and you were ......nevermind, you'd be offended.
THAT'S ALL FOLKS!!!!!!!!!
CHLOE OUT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
sorry ther's such a big gap in the beginning of my blog. Something's wrong with me.....I'm melting... I'm melting..........huh............ huh...........I'm, I'm, I'm...........Okay!!!Coolio!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I! Like! Exclamation!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!Points!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Chloe out again!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
P.S. I dare someone to count all the exclamation points in just this blog.!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I will too! one two three!
Chloe, stop your exclamations before you hurt yourself. If that were ever written on a paper, I'd take my lovely black ink pen and black every single exclamation point out until only the one nearest to the last word in your sentence remains.
You have been warned.
I can sign the yearbook on whatever page you want me to sign it, Hayden. And I won't sign on Katelyn's and my page if you don't want me to. Though I can't imagine why you wouldn't want me to. *shrug* By the way, upon seeing you outside of the Drama room, Katherine and Katelyn began absently singing, "I think the way you play the piaaaaaaaano...is nice." It was pretty good.
Oh, and also, Hayden, the way I'd planned to send my ghost back was by heading back east over the summer and visiting the New York Underworld, finding a ghost who looked like she'd died around my age, and commissioning her to learn a couple of lines and come back here to dress like me and scare my daughters into finding you a suitable father. But I guess you're right. Love works in strange ways. Remember Cho Chang?
I'm really not sure if I meant anytihng, but I'm sure if I had, you'd never forget it.
Chloe. What exactly were you planning to put after "I had a really wierd dream and cows were in it and you were ..."? Do explain.
...
I. Can't wait to see Wicked.
Sorry. Ending now.
yay Hayden Why do you like cows anyway??!! Was it love at first cow or something Hayden you said it for yourself "dat" is your homeboy (probably a cow) I'm truly and gratefully sorry Hayden for signing the yearbook that would change your life... forever....... BYE till next bogging time!( I don't care if i spell "bloging" wrong
Bogging. Bogging. Bogging. No,no,no. b*L*ogging, with an L. L, L, L, L, L, LLLLLLLLLLL.
Allie,I didn't want you to sign the Katelyn page, because, that is my drawin' page. I want cover the page with insane doodles. And I don't want people to ruin my randomness with their heartfelt thoughts and signatures and phone numbers. That's for the other pages. By the way, fantastic cow. I'm serious. Cow rocks.
it's just a yearbook!!! Peoplez Hayden, you can get your randomness from any where
see you peeps 2morow at wicked
Sydney. Yearbooks chronicle every single thing that happened during the year for you in the words of your friends. They're kind of a big deal.
Thank you, Hayden. I liked that cow quite a bit, if I do say so myself.
I wish you could come with us to Wicked, Hayden. D: We'll be thinking of you. I'm going to find some kind of connection to cows somewhere in the script in your honor. I can't wait to see Peter Pan, though. Bet it's awesome.
So I'm slightly dead because I haven't been practicing piano enough, and therefore, when I do play, my hands cramp up and I feel serious pain. I'm not going to be blogging much today.
Fare thee well.
Lucky, lucky children. Oh, how I desperately want to see Wicked. but no, the chance is thrust away from me like a candy when I must eat celery. You can quote me, if you like. If you like. Oh, if you like.
Well, well, well, well. I've heard that Wicked was fabulous, as I expected. It's depressing really, not being able to be with friends, and, if you put in perspective, this is the last activity that this group of Academy Voices will do. I didn't get to be there.
Allie, thanks for being on my side in the "yearbook fiasco." Let me explain. Sydney, when I was gone, went into my backpack with an accomplice and signed my yearbook without permission.
1. It be my property.
2. Ah- she need's my permission.
It's like, oh, changing a page in someone's story to say something different. In the word's of that KUSI news guy, Turko, " It ain't right." So, Allie. I am depressed about the show, and depressed about the book. I need someone to raise me up. Well,
When I am down, and, oh, so weary
When troubles come, and my heart burdened be,
Then, I am still and wait here in the silence
Until you come and sit awhile with me
You raise me up, so I can stand on mountains
You raise me up to walk on stormy seas
I am strong when I am on your shoulders
You raise me up to more than I can be
There is no life without its hunger
Each restless heart beats so imperfectly
But then you come, and I am filled with wonder
Sometimes I think I glimpse eternity
You raise me up, so I can stand on mountains
You raise me up to walk on stormy seas
I am strong when I am on your shoulders
You raise me up to more than I can be
You raise me up, so I can stand on mountains
You raise me up to walk on stormy seas
I am strong when I am on your shoulders
You raise me up to more than I can be
You raise me up, so I can stand on mountains
You raise me up to walk on stormy seas
I am strong when I am on your shoulders
You raise me up to more than I can be
You raise me up to more than I can be
I enjoy writing song lyrics. So, Allie, blog something random, to raise me up, to more than I can be.
Seems to be nothing left for me Momma's gone, Daddy didn't wanna be
And now I'm all by myself
Wondering where is love
Or should I just give up
Life falls down on me,
Cuts into my soul,
But I know I got the strength to make it
Through it all
'Cause I'm still standing tall
Breaking through this wall, I'm gonna
Give my all
Feelin like a motherless child Hate cuts into my soul
It's bringing me down, can't find my smile
On a face of a motherless child
I'm gonna break down these walls Gonna give it my all, ya know
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeahhhh...
(Hang in there with me)
Sometimes it takes a
Different kind of love to raise a child
(So don't give up)
So don't give up
(When pressures come down)
Sometimes it takes a
Different kind of dream to
Make a smile
(So raise it up)
So raise it up
(Hang in there with me)
Raise it up
Sometimes it takes another helping hand
To show you the way
(So don't give up, when pressures come down)
Sometimes it seems impossible That's why we pray--
SO RAISE IT UP.
Because August Rush raises everyone up.
By the way, I wish I had that eight-year-old's voice when I was eight. >:[
Nice to have you back on the show, Allie. Tell me, is it possible that you're even more bloggish than the last time you blogged? Hah-hah, I crack myself up. At times. Every few days. Ya know.
Well, guys, it's over. So, in honor of the 2007-08 year, I will allow a tribute. Please post your memories.
Well, that's it folks. Thank you for joining us ," The Blog Show."
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