Tuesday, August 4, 2009
A thousand islands fall in line
As for the past month of July, I have been in Colorado and therefore unable to post. I'm back now, and am part of a band call Emo Kids In Love. We are working on getting our band together and making some music. Maybe make an album, earn some money, get our songs played, and go to a couple gigs. ANYWAYSH, rawr means i love you in dinosaur please comment please, that would be super cool fool
Monday, June 29, 2009
Sunday, June 21, 2009
Again, I'm sorry.
It's been two months, by golly, and through one thing or another I have forgotten to post. I say very very sorry apologies to all of my wonderful reader, and that includes you Elizabeth. Anyway, I have decided to celebrate my return with a list of things that are awesome.
AWESOME THINGS.
SGR
Whales
Wales
NCIS
Bones
Sour Patch Watermelons
Abby
Tiny McGee (update soon)
Glue Sticks
Dr. Horrible's Sing-Along Blog
Caf-Pow!
Pirates
Ninjas
Pirate Ninjas
Zombies
Pirate Ninja Zombies
Emo Gangsta Ninjas
Facebook
Caffiene
Stumbleupon (yay for lizz)
Staplers
Not Captain Hammer
Bad Horse
Corn
Penny!
Not dead Penny
Freeze Rays
Lemmings
Sarcasm
Turtles
Sugar
The Status is NOT Quo!
The world is a mess and I need to rule it!
YOU ARE NOT MY NEMESIS!
Captain Hammer corporate TOOL!
Feet, in general.
Laundry
The dry cleaners
etc.
Anyway, Tiny McGee is 75%, still working on the head.
Now, a fun quiz
Apples
oranges.
FISH
QQ
POLISH dreams
romans
roman fish
what?
if this banner works WOOT if not there will be some code.
AWESOME THINGS.
SGR
Whales
Wales
NCIS
Bones
Sour Patch Watermelons
Abby
Tiny McGee (update soon)
Glue Sticks
Dr. Horrible's Sing-Along Blog
Caf-Pow!
Pirates
Ninjas
Pirate Ninjas
Zombies
Pirate Ninja Zombies
Emo Gangsta Ninjas
Caffiene
Stumbleupon (yay for lizz)
Staplers
Not Captain Hammer
Bad Horse
Corn
Penny!
Not dead Penny
Freeze Rays
Lemmings
Sarcasm
Turtles
Sugar
The Status is NOT Quo!
The world is a mess and I need to rule it!
YOU ARE NOT MY NEMESIS!
Captain Hammer corporate TOOL!
Feet, in general.
Laundry
The dry cleaners
etc.
Anyway, Tiny McGee is 75%, still working on the head.
Now, a fun quiz
Apples
oranges.
FISH
POLISH dreams
romans
roman fish
what?
if this banner works WOOT if not there will be some code.
Monday, May 4, 2009
IM SOOOOOOO SOOORRY GUYs
by liz
by kaiIm so dumb. Here are the winners. They are the only 1's that got sent in :(
Monday, April 27, 2009
OMG swine flu
Okay, my precious devoted readers, DRAWING CONTEST! draw something cool and i will put it on my site. Email it to me at estherdegroot13@gmail.com okay? cool if you spam me i will ban you from my blog. and every other blog ever. don't be a spam robot. cool. yeah. boom explosions yay
Thursday, April 9, 2009
The Smurfs have conquered Bosnia!
There is an inn, a merry old inn
on top of an old green hill,
And there they brewed an ale so brown
That the Man in the Moon himself came down
one night to drink his fill.
The inkeeper has a tipsy cat
that plays a five-stringed fiddle;
And up and down he saws his bow
Now squeaking high, now purring low,
now sawing in the middle.
The landlord keeps a little dog
that is mighty fond of jokes;
When there's good cheer among the guests,
He cocks an ear at all the jests
and laughs until he chokes.
They also keep a horned cow
as proud as any queen;
But music turns her head like ale,
And makes her wave her tufted tail
and dance upon the green.
And O! the rows of silver dishes
and the store of silver spoons!
For Sunday there's a special pair,
And these they polish up with care
on Saturday afternoons.
The Man in the Moon was drinking deep,
and the cat began to wail;
A dish and a spoon on the table danced,
The cow in the garden madly pranced
and the little dog chased his tail.
The Man in the Moon took another mug,
and then rolled beneath his chair;
And there he dozed and dreamed of ale,
Till in the sky the stars were pale,
and dawn was in the air.
Then the ostler said to his tipsy cat:
'The white horses of the Moon,
They neigh and champ their silver bits;
But their master's been and drowned his wits,
and the Sun'll be rising soon!'
So the cat on the fiddle played hey-diddle-diddle,
a jig that would wake the dead:
He squeaked and sawed and quickened the tune,
While the landlord shook the Man in the Moon:
'It's after three!' he said.
They rolled the Man slowly up the hill
and bundled him into the Moon,
While his horses galloped up in rear,
And the cow came capering like a deer,
and a dish ran up with the spoon.
Now quicker the fiddle went deedle-dum-diddle;
the dog began to roar,
The cow and the horses stood on their heads;
The guests all bounded from their beds
and danced upon the floor.
Hey diddle diddle, the cat and the fiddle
the cow jumped over the Moon,
And the little dog laughed to see such fun,
And the Saturday dish went off at a run
with the silver Sunday spoon.
The round Moon rolled behind the hill,
as the Sun raised up her head.
She hardly believed her fiery eyes;
For though it was day, to her surprise
they all went back to bed!
on top of an old green hill,
And there they brewed an ale so brown
That the Man in the Moon himself came down
one night to drink his fill.
The inkeeper has a tipsy cat
that plays a five-stringed fiddle;
And up and down he saws his bow
Now squeaking high, now purring low,
now sawing in the middle.
The landlord keeps a little dog
that is mighty fond of jokes;
When there's good cheer among the guests,
He cocks an ear at all the jests
and laughs until he chokes.
They also keep a horned cow
as proud as any queen;
But music turns her head like ale,
And makes her wave her tufted tail
and dance upon the green.
And O! the rows of silver dishes
and the store of silver spoons!
For Sunday there's a special pair,
And these they polish up with care
on Saturday afternoons.
The Man in the Moon was drinking deep,
and the cat began to wail;
A dish and a spoon on the table danced,
The cow in the garden madly pranced
and the little dog chased his tail.
The Man in the Moon took another mug,
and then rolled beneath his chair;
And there he dozed and dreamed of ale,
Till in the sky the stars were pale,
and dawn was in the air.
Then the ostler said to his tipsy cat:
'The white horses of the Moon,
They neigh and champ their silver bits;
But their master's been and drowned his wits,
and the Sun'll be rising soon!'
So the cat on the fiddle played hey-diddle-diddle,
a jig that would wake the dead:
He squeaked and sawed and quickened the tune,
While the landlord shook the Man in the Moon:
'It's after three!' he said.
They rolled the Man slowly up the hill
and bundled him into the Moon,
While his horses galloped up in rear,
And the cow came capering like a deer,
and a dish ran up with the spoon.
Now quicker the fiddle went deedle-dum-diddle;
the dog began to roar,
The cow and the horses stood on their heads;
The guests all bounded from their beds
and danced upon the floor.
Hey diddle diddle, the cat and the fiddle
the cow jumped over the Moon,
And the little dog laughed to see such fun,
And the Saturday dish went off at a run
with the silver Sunday spoon.
The round Moon rolled behind the hill,
as the Sun raised up her head.
She hardly believed her fiery eyes;
For though it was day, to her surprise
they all went back to bed!
Awesomeness. Persepolis ROCKSSSS!
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