So, Friday was hectic.
So was Saturday.
So was today.
First of all, on Friday, we went to Friday School. (Of course.) Rilaiss and I have to do our skit next week. Scary!
On Friday night, Rilaiss came over. So did her little sister. They spent the night at our house, and on Saturday, we went to Slirg’s house.
We played games, one of which was crazy. We had to split into two teams, about five people on each team. And then, we had to run across the yard, grab something out of a brown paper bag, and eat it. Yes, and we didn’t get to look at what it was.
I had to eat cocoa powder. Gross. And mustard. Yum. And marshmallows. Even more yum. And then you had to run back and tag the next person on your team. The game continued until everything in the brown paper bag was gone. Mine and Rilaiss’s team lost. Barely.
We left my sister at Slirg’s house so she could spend the night, because Slirg’s sisters are my sister’s best friends.
We went home.
Then, we played Scrabble, and Rilaiss’s younger sister woke up and decided that she wanted to go home. So her dad came to pick her up, but we talked Rilaiss’s parents into letting Rilaiss stay over again and come to church the next day.
I won Scrabble, by the way.
We then made a music video. We won’t talk about that. It was creepy.
We stayed up until 2 o’ clock and talked and listened to the soundtrack of A Series of Unfortunate Events. It was funny, and Rilaiss accidentally gave me an awesome idea for my book that I’m going to do for NaNoWriMo. She wants the idea. I won’t give it to her.
We woke up at 7:30 or so, and got ready for church, because it was at my house today. (We homechurch, by the way.)
Lots of people came. Slirg’s family came and brought my sister home.
After church, everyone went home except for Slirg’s family. We went to the playfields and played kickball. Then we went back to my house and ate dinner. Then they left. *Sad face.*
Now, it’s 9:30. They left about two hours ago.
By the way, Slirg doesn’t know how to climb a tree. *Grins.* (You know what I mean, Slirg. Send me that video. But I know you won’t, so why’d I even tell you to?)
On Tuesday, I’m going to lock myself in my room and finish my book. Hooray, but scary.
Yep, so that was my weekend. Fun and crazy.
I’m tired.
Anwari
I can Climb a tree! I just can’t leap into the air grab a branch six feet off the ground and using only that one branch swing up into the tree. You couldn’t do it either by the way Anwar.
I’m not giving you the video. I’m giving it to Torin in exchange for some photos of a Nazi.
By the way Anwar belongs to the moffia.
Slirg, your frenemy-
To Slirg,
Frenemy, (Friendly Enemy), Ruler of All That is Evil and Awful, and Boy Who Is Unable to Climb A Tree,
From Anwarien, Frenemy, (Friendly Enemy), Ruler of All That is Awesome and Cool, Writer and Pianist, and Overall Owner of This Blog,
The only reason I could not climb the tree was because I’m short. You’re taller than me. You should have been able to do it, especially since you get taller every time I see you.
I knew you would not give me the video. I shouldn’t have asked in the first place. But I don’t really care if Torin gives you pictures of a Nazi. The Nazi.
Yes, I do belong to the maffia. It is not spelled moffia.
Please get things correct in the future.
Here is something that is correct. You could not leap up to the branch for you were short and your arms were not long enough.
I could not leap up to the branch for it was two feet above me and i could not swing my self into the tree from there.
Torin could do it. He is almost two feet taller then me. He stood on tiptoe and wraped his hand around the branch. Then he pulled his massive body up into the tree thanks to the fact that he could flip upside down fix his leg around the branch and pull himself up. He had to try three times before he got it right.
If someone who is seven or eight feet tall has trouble doing it I who am only five ten can not do it. And you who are five two can most certainly not do it. (Nazi won’t beat me up for saying that)
Correction.
Torin is six feet tall.
I am five three.
You are five five.
Get it right next time, or Nazi WILL beat you up.
Alright, so I was a little off, but you get my point.
Nazi is mad at you.
He thinks you’re strange. But aren’t we all?
Me in particular. Anyone named, Slirg, Pickle, Werner, and Iky, has got to be a bit more, uh, uniqie.
What’s uniqie?
Don’t you mean unique?
Oh…that. Yeah that’s what I meant.
Who is Iky, and why are you unique?
Wow…Iky…never heard of that one.
I am Iky. That’s my other social group nick name. I’m unique cuz’e I’m stranger then anyone else. Arn’t we all?
This blogs dead
Nuh, uh.
Yeah. Totally dead. Like stone dead. Dead meat. Cold dead. Writer block dead.
Noooooo!
This blog has no inner anything…whatever that means.
I guess what I am saying is that it has no point.
I like random blogs.