Oh I wonder wonder what's in a wonder ball!

Teeheehee. Nobody will check this so I can write whatever the hell I want!

I love life sometimes. But I desperately miss the days of the amalgamation. It symbolizes something to me.

We all...used to be a lot weirder and more fun. Well, we're still weird, but we're a lot more normal about it. We don't play stupid games with each other anymore, we don't do random dances, we don't get hyper, we don't freak out all over the place, we don't record each other singing about the bacteria named Nancy's genitalia, none of it! Isn't anyone saddened by this???

In case anyone comes back to check. In a year. Perhaps I'll have posted again if we ever have a little spazz spazz religious revival, but I doubt it. An era of joy has ended. Tear tear.

FITNESS = NO

Might I take this time to remind all of you that this is the LAST FITNESS TEST EVER!!
IN OUR LIVES!!!

Therefore, I will branch off into the larger topic of how utterly pointless fitness testing is in general. I'm sure in reality it is just an excuse for our P.E. teachers to laugh about how slow we are and remember their own glory days, when they ran 5 minute miles or whatever. Hell, I'd really like to see Mike Durand run a 5 minute mile now.

Similarly, does fitness testing even test your fitness? It tests pretty much (I'll sum it up for you) your: ability to rip your hands apart, your useless capability to sprint a mile, your ability to jump more than two feet (yeah!), and previously, the ability to reach past your knees.

However, I'm also thankful for fitness testing. If it hadn't been for this wonderful development, we never would have gotten out of P.E. after five minutes of class. We never would have learned the true joys of being able to do the flex arm hang. We never would have had the opportunity to get an A in P.E.

So I'll leave you with these thoughts: It happened, and I'm glad for it, but I am sure as hell thankful that it's over.

Why "I Made A Post" Sounds Dirty

...It sounds like I made a doogie. It's the same sentence structure.

Lo que paso paso

Hello all.

As my facebook attests, I have burned my knees. I didn't know it was possible. It is. It very much is.

As I face what may or may not be summer I think of a lot of things, namely: will I be able to learn some Arabic in time for my departure to Morocco? My dad's gotten me some language tapes out of the library. Here is a sample:

*Random classical overture*

the moon....*20 seconds later*...el *gutteral throat noise*
the bank..." "...el bank
the grass..." "...el hajjqqqhawhwiehra
Tuesday..." "...*vomiting noise*
the work..." "...el faaahrwqa
the tea..." "...el sha

So far I've got "tea". And "praise god" and "god willing". So I might be able to say "god willing...tea." Or, "praise god...tea."

I've also been looking at library books on how to write it. It's hard. Everything's in cursive, and there are no vowels, and it's backwards. But I think I've got my name (which is something like "ktyrn"), so that's a plus.

Then again I have French, so I'm not nearly as screwed as everyone else on my trip. Or VJ and Adriana. Noobs.

Que?

Guys, what will happen to this lovely...amalgamation of spazz spazz?

(I still can't spell...)

Let's revitalize the Spazz Spazz

I've decided to return from the land of the dead and indulge in my favorite excuse for reality! Let's all make the same decision, and actually POST on this blog (as well as on our own blogs, of course). I know school sucks right now, but how do we intend to survive without the Spazz Spazz? That's right. We can't.

Perhaps I should share with you all my adventure into the wide open world of Pokemon. What did I gain? Nothing. What did I lose? Lots and lots and lots of time. But at least I could beat Ishani in a poke-smackdown... If only she would accept my challenge, my poke-urges would finally subside (these poke-urges did not come with puberty, let me assure you) and I could move on with my life. But alas, she is a wimp and doesn't want to lose. To me. At pokemon.

This was a failure. But at least it was a post! Come on, guys.

Let's make it all better....

Although I initially hadn't realized this, this blog is a wonderful excuse for me to spazz in my writing of posts, since I magically made my own blog into a real writing-only blog (kind of maybe). SO, I must insist that you all READ this blog often. In honor of my discovery, here is a poem on how much my life sucks right now.

I have to write an essay in history
And then I have to write a spanish story
That actually had to be a legend
As if my life wasn't bad enough already

Then I won't have any time to go spazz spazz
And so we have to wait until summer
Because otherwise my brain will explode
And then we will all dance around singing "It's Raining Men"


...Because that's what is in my head...obviously


Leave me some scags guys, come on!

My Expectations Were Low...

...but not this low. Geez guys. Nobody posts, both here and on their blogs. Well, except Navel. But things have definitely slowed down since the intial boom.

But I guess that's what makes a boom, isn't it? Otherwise, it would be consistant and booms aren't consistant. Well, I guess it's been a good 3-5 solid months of continuous blogging, so I think as a whole we did a pretty good job in sticking with our initial interest in the phenomenon.

It's just sad that it's looking like a trend after all. Blogs make my life a little brighter, though they do make it significantly more unproductive. And whiney. Because we're whiners, all of us. Well, at some point or other anyway...now that I think about it, we're all relatively good. I mean, we could be much worse in the whining department.

Goodnight blogworld.

A Quote

"Isn't school .....FUN?!!"

-M. Brandon

An observation

Scroll up and down on this blog quickly and something amazing happens. It makes you very dizzy. We're talking choking game levels of dizziness. Enjoy

Six Feet Under (Guess who?)

Okay, okay, I know, I'm obsessed. But after making a terribly offensive remark in which I compared pantyhose with foot-binding today in Chinese, this was certainly on my mind. Let it be proof to all of you that when this show isn't busy being morbid and profound, they are indulging in some serious spazz spazz.

http://youtube.com/watch?v=GpcPgfNAsio


And in case you hadn't had enough of claire, here is her hallucinating about her audition for art school:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bRqzSgkU0ws&feature=related

And now for the most hilarious thing of all time: Claire on drugs. If you don't love this, you clearly have issues:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dlizp-eZ3dM&feature=related


Okay, and the last one. There are way to many to post, but in case you wanted to see Dwight from the office under a slightly different light:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=auCjAFgvxYI&feature=related


That is all.

News

The tatler has come out, and there is no news. Not even bad news. Sad.

Oh dear, I have to write my appliction-to-be-news-editor-letter. I think I'll post it once I'm done.

But for now: GRAEME.

Ground Rules

Alright, so I know this is going to be monotonous and is not going to live up to the beauty of this blog, but....we have to lay down some lovely rules so that we don't try to kill each other over a bunch of psychedelic gorillas.

So...ground rules.....

1) No deleting what other people have written.

2) While we can be anonymous and it can be fun to imitate other people, when being serious (if ever....and if you're being serious go to your own blog), you can't use identity theft to undercut other people. That's targeted at me more than it is at anyone else, but I might as well write it down anyway.

3) No editting what other people have done. If you're going to edit, insert a parenthetical blurb in the text and sign it. (This is my parenthetical blurb and I'm telling you that you misspelled editing -UGLY) Stupid, but possibly problematic.

4) No posting what other people are in the middle of writing. That's irritating.

5) No comment-whoring. Begging for comments is for your personal blog only. Resist the temptation.

I have to go write more vector garbage, but you all need to edit this post (exception!) and insert more ground rules. We're all going to have to agree if we don't want this to end up as a disaster.

Woohoo.

crazy bright turquoise, spazzlicious!!!! meow

a car hurtles down the free way
a little bunny sits behind the wheel its ears barely visible above the steering mechanism
but somehow it can still see as its eyes hurtle back into its brain through its nervous system and into the fragile skin of its twittering ears
the bunny beside it, snacking on the shell of a mother tortoise, is not really the bunny you think it is
deep inside the cells of its pitter pattering heart its body cries dolphin dolphin
its body cries to be hurtled into deep depth of the salty ocean that you once cried
an ocean were the fish weep tears of potatoe beer and mammals surface every hundred year
the car streams by a 200 year old fish flopping on the acceleration a dead parrot stuck beneath th brake
it continues on until that day it crashes and burns running over a rabbid puppy marked with number 12
it all will burn and all that's left will be a pair of bunny ears with peeking eyes

may you all burn in hell

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