Even though I really could care less about the Jonas Brothers,

I have a theory. I'm going to pass out within the next hour. I'm so sleepy. I've been getting three hours of sleep each night for the past week or so. And I have a huge soccer game tomorrow morning. At nine. And then an end of the season party. And then possibly going to Caitlin's birthday party. Hint hint, mother, if you're reading this, which I assume you are, since I have a theory you're stalking me.

Camile/Scar(let) has been here for the past 2 days. We've been stalking people a bit. And stuff. And laughing. And creating thousands of new inside jokes. For example.....

• Dog foot.
• Mustache.

Ugh. That's all I can remember at the moment. I can't think tonight. If you don't know why, see the first paragraph of this lovely post.

I've been taking lots of facebook quizzes. Mostly because I'm really bored. I'm always bored, though, so it's completely normal. I just do different things when I'm bored. When I'm bored, I like to....

• Take quizzes.
• Read FMLs.
• Surf the library website. (Yes, I know, fail.)
• Look at pics on deviantArt.
• Read my favorite author's websites and blogs. (Thank you very much, Libby for getting me into that.)
• Blog.
• Try and figure out Twitter.
• Do freerice.

I do a lot of other things, but those are the basics. It's fun.

I am going to dedicate an entire paragraph (and the title of this fabulous post) to the following......—

Happy birthday, Caitlin. (And happy late birthday to Kelsey, by the way.) Happy fabulous burfday. :D Even though I really could care less about the Jonas Brothers, have fun with those tickets to their concert. :D I'mma probably go to your party. But I'll probably be late, since Scar is leaving at the same time the party starts. HAPPY BURFDAY, CAITLIN.

I'm sleepy, and RPing currently, so I'll stop boring you and I'll post this.

teeny hats?

You know those Jewish guys who wear the teeny hats? They're SO COOL. I went to a friend's Bat Mitzvah and it was so cool. All the guys were wearing the coolest hats. They're all tiny and stuff and I don't know how they stay on. Zoe said something about a thing that clips to your hair. But what about bald dudes? I think those hats are the coolest things ever. EVAR. I think my mom told me what they're called, but it totally went in one ear and out the other. I call them the coolio teeny hats that Jewish dudes wear.

You know what I also think is cool? (Please note, I'm stupid, and probably ignorant, so bear with me.) Those head wrap things that some women (of a culture that escapes me at the moment) wear (I think. Something along those lines). I think they're called Hijabs. They're so cool. I'd totally wear one. Just if I didn't have to wear it absolutely all the time. That'd be so cool.

I'd totally wear a teeny hat and a hijab together. That'd be funny. I think I'd giggle.

Currently, I'm making a playlist for Zoe. And I'm going to list some songs. Anyone heard of them? They're quite strange.

• Fish Heads.
• Dead Puppies.
• Harvey the Wonder Hamster.

That's all I feel like listing. All those songs are absolutely epicly amazing. :D

Well. I must go back to iTunes so I can make the playlist for her. :D

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!