Do the iPod Shuffle

Ok, guys. In case you hadn't noticed: NO ONE COMMENTS ANYMORE. It makes me sad D: Remember last summer when every post had like 40 comments? Those were the good ol' days. Facebook brutally slaughtered this.
Anyways. I'm just kinda bored, so I'm going to turn my iPod on shuffle and jam. Today, we'll be jammin' to:

1. Because of Who You Are by FFH: "The mountain peaks the oceans wide. They speak your name they testify to all that is, and all that was, and all that is to come. You're the great I am; you're the holy one. You're the one and only son of God (God) (God)."
2. Look Out by The Monkees: "Look out, here comes tomorrow. That's when I have to chose. How I wish I could barrow someone else's shoes. Mary: oh, what a sweet girl; lips like strawberry pie. Saundra, with the long hair and big curls. Can't make up my mind."
3. Bad Reputation by Joan and the Jets: "And a girl can do what she wants to do, and that's what I'm gonna do. And I don't give a damn about my bad reputation. Woah, no. Not me. Never give a damn about my reputation."
4. Sandy from Grease: "Stranded at the drive-in. Stranded: a fool. What will they say... Monday at school? Sandy, can't you see I'm in misery? What a way to start. Now we're apart. There's nothin' left for me. Love has flown all alone. I sit and wonder "why-i-i? Oh why?" You left me. Oh, Sandy. Oh, Sandy, baby. Someday when hi-igh school is done. Somehow; someway our two worlds will be one. In heaven forever and ever we will be. Oh, please, say you'll stay. Oh, Sandy."
5. Take It On the Run by REO Speedwagon: "Heard it from a friend who heard it from a friend who heard it from another: You been messin' around. They say you got a boyfriend. You're out late ev'ry weekend. They're talkin' about you and it's bringin' me down. But I know the neighborhood and talk is cheap when the story is good. And the tales grow taller on down the line. But I'm tellin' you, babe, I don't think it's true babe. And even if it is, it keeps kissin' my mind."

So do the iPod shuffle (if you are an admin: as a new post).

The Neon Duck and Pookie

KEY:
*Pooks ~Neon


*I just massacared Neons nails.
~With a battle axe.
*Her cuticles were half way up her freakishly short nails.
~HEEELP!!!!!
*Really ND? REALLY?!
~I can feel myself getting...pretty or even *gasp* cute?
*See... I told you!
~I'm MELTING! My nails are an unnatural hue of purple!
* Mine are silver!!! They're sexayyyy!
~We've decided Pooks should shop in the 'sexy' smells in Bath and Body works. I on the other hand shop in the FRESH section, you know a lot about a person by their scent of choice.
* They had Sensual Amber. And something Pomegranate. Its delicious :P
~ Because Pooks uses words like 'delicious' "OH You're looking DELICIOUS today!" Lame.
* Hey miss i- cant- tell- someone- they-look- delicious.... i use "yummy" too. Alex G wrote me an acrostic poem in my yearbook for my name and for the 'y' she put 'YUMMY :]'. So ha. Im the normal one.
~And how did you just win that? I saw no logic. Anyway Franz Ferdinand is the most excelent band I've come across scince Death Cab for Cutie.
*Theyre delicious. Vicious Delicious is a CD title for this AWESOME drugged-out techno band i like called Infected Mushroom. But Franz Ferdinand is REALLY good.
~ Loser. That's the best kind of band, And yes, yes they are.
*Neon Duck looks like a druggie in almost EVERY SINGLE freaking picture. I've only seen like 2 good ones of you. Her. Whatever.
~I know! DM reminds me of that everytime he has his stupid camera, and he refuses to deleate any of the pictures.
*.... You spelled delete wrong...
~Shut up Pooks!
*When you just said that it sounded like "shit up". Can you even do that? I mean really... hmm.
~ That my friend is called constipation. It''s a relitivly common dissorder, wiki it.
* I KNOW WHAT CONSTIPATION IS!!!!!! i was just wondering if you could poop in an upward direction................................................................................................................................... Like, with gravity and everything....................................................................... Maybe ill have to take a dump in space someday.
(We just about peed while i was typing this, btw. Just thought you should know... For posterities sake.)
~ Well you never know these days, though I think you might be referring to upchucking which is even more common than constipation, again, turn to wiki for answers.
* TOSSING YOUR COOKIES IS NOT THE SAME AS CRAPPING YOU LITTLE INSIGNIFICANT TWIT.
~ Well muck is coming out either way you insufferable kitchen knave!
*Well upchuck muck is green, and unless you have a serious condition, i dont think poo is supposed to be that color.
~Can I wiki it?
*NO you lack- brained ninny!
~Well this is a bizzare conversation to be having with a sniviling simpleton such as yourself!
*Ohhh! Pretty alliteration! I didnt know short- panted cur's were that smart. HA!
~Oh, I crave your pardon you PAINTED LADY.
**Gasp* Did you just call me a whore in old English? WTF!?
~What ho! An intelligent painted lady. How did that come to pass?
*Thou hast offended greatly! Eat maggot pie you pribbling swine!!!!!
~YOU CLOTH HEADED NINNY!!!! YOU SILLY SOD!
*... but i dont, do 'it', with donkeys. Youre just a malignant, sod- brained excuse of a life-form.
~As far as you know my dear innocent kitchen swill!
*WOW an insult and a compliment. Such a high achievement for a.... im running out.... nincompoop headed beast... swill... like yourself.
~Rat pellets! I am too, you stuttering beastly oaf squeased into a lady's attire. (that was mean, I totally don't mean it)
* Thou shalt suck rabbits ass ere i speak to you again you clumsy cur shoved into jeans.
~ Ohhhh good one! You rasping codfish, you sneering jabberwock!
*Thou are a grappling dingbat you little brillig knavely utter dissapointment of a duck.
~Hoooooo, I don't feel like being creative anymore you gimpy salamander!
*I do believe i have never been called that before, you disagreeable little toad.
~Large words issuing from such lard. (jezzz I'm running out of good ones.)
*Oh um okay you nasty peice of pale, sickly flesh. (Yeah me too. Lets stop.)
~As your fellow piece of pale sickly flesh I call it a truce. *Bows respectfully* T'was fought valliantly my good friend.
*Why thank you *Bows also* And i must say you have a rather large vocabulary for a brightly colored waterfowl.
~And you aswell for such a miscellaniously named creature such as yourself.
* Props accepted. I hope you viewers... Happy and Livy and B and DM... had fun reading this. The next time i see you peasants be sure you are prepared to get a mouthful. From us. Duh.
~YEs, you can expect such intilectual quotes from pooks as above.
* WhatEVER. Im tired of being creative. *dreamily* I just want to be a regular teenaged girl.
~What's the fun in that?
~Neon Duck
*Pooks:]





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Goodbyes!

"The being known as Wonder Girl is speaking I believe. It's not easy trying to tell her that I shortly have to leave." -The Monkees

Off to camp. Love ya lots. That's why I'm falling off of earth's edge.

See ya in a week,
B

the third person narrative.

~The Neon Duck is going through a very odd time.

~Where she can't do anything useful.

~She doesn't feel the need to write.

~Half the time she she doesn't practise cello.

"Frick!" She exclaimed while writing this on her trusty blog, "Is it Friday already?" contemplating that she really needs to practise and doesn't feel the need to, which brought her back to the blogging.

So The Neon Duck continued to blog about the incredible lack of meaning her days have come to posses.

She stopped thinking about this while she absently listened to her Aunt cooking downstairs.

Then she wonders if this has anything to do with writing, she plays with the idea of starting a new story for the umpteenth time since she had the annoying conversation with her sister the day before in which Emily failed to be helpful and inadvertently insulted every fiber that The Neon Duck enjoyed about herself.

But no matter, The Neon Duck moves on to contemplating how her sister became so unhelpful, so uninterested. Duck withdraws from these thoughts not wanting to know the answer with an irking suspicion in the back of her mind.

At least, she thinks, at least I still feel the need to read, seeing as, thanks to b my summer reading list is growing daily.

She also ponders that it really is preposterous to talk about her own life in third person because it is too boring to use a narritative voice.

So she bid farewell to her friends and signed off, thinking that she really needed to get the the root (or multiple roots) of her problems.

NigaHiga strikes again....

Best Twilight spoof ever.
I mean, ya gotta give him props. :]
I LOOOOOOOVE the baseball scene, and i swear, the guy looks alottttt like kellan on my crappy computer. but dude, the epic-est Alice pitch ever.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=goix7jFXD9Q
sorry i cant figure out the video box...
~*Pooks*~

Summers... They go by too quickly :[

Man, i havent done anything very social in a while.... I didnt see any of you at the fireworks. I mostly hung out with Liz (my cousin), ashley and corey. This is why, if you havent heard, me and HappyCload are planning a trip to the zoo somethime this week... or next. I havent talked to her in a while though. Also, are we still planning on doing a joint party (me, Neon and TheGirlWhosObsessedWithTwilight) sometime in late July? It has to be then, because i leave like, August 5th or something for a trip out west. I really should be calling people, but i was already on the computer... you know how it is. (Gah, i have gymnastics in like, a half hour... crap im so not ready!) So anyway, i miss seeing all of you! Ill call you guys soon..... if i dont forget. ;]
Love ya, Pooks
:]

Slacker face!

~hey B, why don't you post on your other blog? mmmm? wednesday past deary.


~Neonduck

SML

This week's main activities:

Pig Roast Float Design
Progress: Almost Complete
Status: Epic!

Marching Band
Progress: Two days until we march in the parade on the 4th
Status: Epic Fail! :(

So yeah. Over 50 people in the band. I was the ONLY one to get called out on my own to be taught how to march by THREE (count 'em: 1, 2, 3!) different people. "Gee, making B look like an idiot because she couldn't keep a beat if she were a clock has been to easy lately. Let's make it a sport!" That sport is called "Marching Band". Don't get me wrong, I'm sticking with it. But when it takes 2 leaders and a field comander to get a beat in my head and I still didn't get it, SML. Screw My Life.

B is for Bumbling Idiot