24 May, 2009

Swirled Peas.

So, I interviewed another person. Her name is Emma, and she goes to a different school than me. It's the school my mom works at and a bunch of people from my soccer team go. Here is our interview. :D Enjoy

Hello.
Emma: Hallo
 me: Please state your name and favorite flavor of orange juice.
Emma: Emma B, and the lemon-tasting kind.
 me: Oooh! Citrus-y.
 Emma: except I don't like pulp, it makes me want to puke.
  you know, it just makes the consistency to pulpy.
me: It is quite nasty.
  So. I guess I'll ask you a few questions. That cool?
 Emma: what if I said no?
 me: We'd just talk about random things and that'd be the interview.
 Emma: but that wouldn't be an interview, it'd be a conversation.
me: But I'd still post it on my blog. Cause I'm cool like that.
 Emma: oh, okay. ask away.
 me: How many crackers are on the floor of your room currently?
Emma: a hundred bajillion invisible ones.
  no visible ones, which makes it resemble cleanness.
  but if you walk around you can hear it crunching :)
me: That's really weird. But cool. How many stuffed animals are hanging from your ceiling in some strange voo-doo ritual?
 Emma: Three.
  Wait, how do you know I do voodoo?
They are: 1. my best friend's cat, 2. you, and 3. the first doll.
me: Me?
  Really?
 Emma: Really. Aren't you touched?
 me: What do you do to it?
 Emma: Nothing, so far.
me: Good.
 Emma: But I have an anger problem so I might sometime take my anger out on you by feeding your voodoo doll to my little brother.
  Just to warn you.
 me: Are you sure he'd eat it?
 Emma: Positive, it's fortune-cookie-flavored.
me: Yum! Can I eat it?
  Wait.... Nevermind.
 Emma: uh...
  You might as well rip off a chunk of your arm and deep-fry it. then eat it.
 me: Deep-fry? Icky.
 Emma: Deep-fried fries are yummy :)
me: Have you ever had deep-fried vegetables?
 Emma: Nope, but I think I can imagine what a deep-fried lettuce leaf looks like.
me: I mean like... Potatoes, green beans, corn, stuff like that.
 Emma: Well... fries are deep fried.
 me: Duh.
 Emma: I take offense when people "duh" me.
me: Sorry.
 Emma: I might just have to do something to your voodoo doll.
  There. I just stuck a pin in your foot. Feel the pain yet?
 me: OWWWW
 Emma: Meaning yes, right?
me: Anyways, have you ever drunk an entire packet or bottle or just a lot of soy sauce?
 Emma: No.
  That's sort of disgusting.
 me: It's yummilicious.
 Emma: Gross.
  But my uncle has drunk pure vinegar before.
 me: Ick.
  Soy sauce is amazing. I like to just eat it.
Emma: I sometimes have soy sauce on rice.
  Also.
  You can't eat soy sauce.
 me: Soy sauce on anything is good.
 Emma: Except on deep-fried Liss arm.
 me: ......
  -.-
 Emma: Seriously!
 I don't think anything would taste good with that.
  No offense to your arm.
 me: My arm thinks it'd taste very good dipped in ranch.
 Emma: Nah, I don't like ranch that much.
You have a brain in your arm?
 me: ..... No.
 Emma: Then how does your arm think?
 me: There's a goldfish in it. Durg!
Emma: That reminds me of a goldfish that I have. His name is Goldy, and when I'm on brbs the people I'm talking to chat with Goldy. Apparently he's a nice guy.
  *fish
 me: That's cool. I had a fish. It was six years old. I didn't feed it. It died.
Emma: That's horrible.
  My sympathies.
 me: I didn't feed it for three years.
 Emma: ...
 me: And then it died.
Emma: CRUELTY TO FISHES!
 me: It got boring after three years.
 Emma: You know, I should make a petition to make you give up your fish-owning privileges.
 me: I don't have a fish anymore. My parents won't let me.
  D:
Emma: Fishies are little sea kittens! How could you be cruel to a kitten, just because it lives in the sea?
  :(
  That's prejudice.
 me: My sea kitten didn't live in the sea. It lived in an ugly little glass box in my living room.
So it was a ugly glass box kitten.
 Emma: It was from the sea until evil humans captured it and forced it into a glass box.
  And it's still a kitten!
 me: Whatever.
 Emma: huffs
me: Whatever.
 Emma: huffs
 me: Whatever.
 Emma: huffs
me: Whatever.
 Emma: huffs
 me: Whatever.
 Emma: huffs


Wasn't that great? She got a little angry at the end, so I had to finish the interview before she began huffing and puffing, or else she'd blow my house down. That wouldn't end well. My mother might get a little angry.

I get to go to Kelsey's birthday party in an hour or so. Apparently we're going to at and talk and sit and watch a movie or something for five hours. Sounds exciting, no? It'll be fun. I think Kelsey said that me, Zoe, Caitlin, Maggie and maybe someone else were going. I can't remember. Do you really expect me to remember? Didn't think so.

I took a quiz on facebook. I don't remember what it was. I think it was called 'That's Not A Question' or something. And it told me that I had achieved the level of swirled peas. Yum!

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