We are now:

UNWANTED TEENAGERS!! We were promoted from the middle school, and we are no longer morons! Right now, as a dear former teacher put it, the middle school has no desire to claim us, and the high school does not want us. Yay!

Al

WARNING:

To all of the readers who have massive left pinky toes, like to lick cheese, like neon pink, and are bored to death this message is for you. My message is................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................ ................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................. ..........................watch out for Al, he's EVERYWHERE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

-Invisible Ninja

Brilliant Cafeteria Adventures

So usually, at lunch, we eat in Candy Mountain(the Band Geek territory) or with the awesomely  amazing Mrs. we-aren't-going-to-tell-you-her-name-due-to-security-issues-on-this-blog in the Drama Geek territory(we have yet to find a name for that territory.) Unfortunately, they happened to both be away at a conference where amazing music teachers go to learn cool new teaching skills. Mrs.(name shortened)WAGTTYHNDTSIOTB's sub wouldn't let us wonderful children delight her with our company during lunch, and Candy Mountain was without teacher supervision( for more info please see recipe for disaster) so we had no choice but to eat in the dreadful cafeteria(DA DA DA (dramatic music.)) So I went in and sat down at the first table that was empty(we take up a lot of space, you see) and everyone else joined us. Now getting to the point, we soon found out that was the Mexican kid's table. What I find funny is that about 5, maybe 10 minutes later, they packed up their lunches and went to sit somewhere else to eat. ARE WE THE NERDS OF THE SCHOOL OR WHAT!!??? Just because we are part of the most hard to get into, most exclusive group in school, famously known as The Nerd Herd, we get abandoned  by the Mexicans' because they do not what to be seen with the smart nerdy kids. I really hope this is the last memory I have of eating in the blasted middle school cafeteria, because it's a great one.

The Evil EAGLEYE

Don't Stick It

Now a days people worry about the little problems in life, but there is one big problem that is ignored. That problem is sticking forks in the toaster. So I ask of you to NEVER stick a fork up your nose and then into the toaster, you may need counseling for life.
-Anyanka

Absolute Worst thing about being sick: What not to do when lying on the couch coughing your guts out

1.Cook food


2.watch the same channel over and over again (You know, the ones that play the same commercial over and over again?)


3.If you are doing number 2, resist to throw something hard at T.V when "I lost 75 pounds in two weeks with this amazing work out ball" comes on for the billionth time.


4.Do not make you bed on a narrow couch where you just might almost fall of when you're asleep.


5. Do not drink more water than recommended (it get's pretty annoying when you go to the bathroom for about the 20th time in the last hour.)


6.Do not worry about what you missing in school.


7.Do Not spend twenty minutes trying to remember  what the date is when you could just get up and look at the calendar.


8. Do not fall asleep halfway through a show, wake up, forget you fell asleep, and wonder what the heck is going on.


EAGLEYE 

Recipe for Disaster

Ingredients:
1 Eagleye (preferably one high on something), 1 Sticky Hand thingy, 1 Chair, 1 Broom, 1 Music Stand, Somebody tall, more duct tape than you'll find in DeFarge's pocket, and 1 roof (high)

Directions:
1. Eagleye throws hand at roof.
2. Set chair underneath hand.
3. Place tall person upon chair.
4. Duct tape broom and stand together.
5. Watch what happens.

Ode To A Llama

Ode To A Llama


There once was a llama
Who lived with a farma
He was quite sneezy
His wife though He was cheesy
He had two beautiful kids
Who enjoyed eating figs
Did we mention his name was Perry
But people just called him Sir.Hairy(Perry was very hairy)
He went to school for lawyers
And worked in a purple foyer
Sir. Hairy loved Canadian tacos
And had a best friend by the name of Socko
In High school he had a cool lift
But Socko drove it off a cliff
Everyday Hairy wished he could fly
As  he watched the birds float by
He tried to climb a tree
But fell down and broke his knee
His wife by the name of Pat
Decided to get a divorce while sitting on a mat
It is quite horribly sad
How his life turned out to be bad
So this is ode to a Llama
Who once lived with a farma 
And went by the name of Perry
But people just called Sir.Hairy.


From the minds of Eagleye and DeFarge