Here I am, once again.

Just got a webpage up. Behold!: my bio.

HTML

I personally did the new widgets on this page, if anyone's wondering. The code's really simple; I linked to the place I got the advice from. If anyone's wondering, its MARQUEE, for example:

Like this.

But you can do a lot of stuff with it. Check out the top and bottom of this page if you don't belive me!

No school, damn ink.

Tomorrow I don't have school, and today we got out at twelve as my teacher is sick and in the hospital, so instead Mr. C the principal taught us, although he is a tiny bit sexist he's much nicer than Mrs. K.

I somehow got ink on my sweatshirt, hence the title of this post, which is not a typo.

I Don't Know Why It Works, But It Does.

This was some work we did today. It was pretty interesting, inches to cm, etc. One of the things was that we had do decimal metric to decimal English (inches etc.). I had no idea what to do so I multiplied and divided until I found something that looked plausible, then repeated the process. I got a ten out of ten. Figures. I've always wondered how people came up with pi and stuff, I guess they just fooled around with numbers until something that sounded reasonable came up. Also you may notice that on the first page I missed something, and also feel free to click on the images if you can't read them and/or want to...

Why School Makes No Sense Sometimes

a mini-play by Cosima "Cat" Rose

Old Greek Guy #1: Do you know how to get the area of a circle?
Old Greek Guy #2: Nope. Let's see...
*Hours later*
Old Greek Guy #3: Maybe if you add this to this and divide - ?
Old Greek Guys #1 & #2: Hey, yeah! That doesn't make any sense, but it looks like we could fool someone with it!
Old Greek Guy #2: It doesn't make any sense...
Old Greek Guy #1: ...But once its done it looks great on papyrus!
*two thousand + years later*
Teacher: So you add this to this and divide -
Kid: But that doesn't make any sense!
Teacher: So? Once its all done it looks good on paper.

Afterthought: The Greeks were just an example.
@SebThePleb: I like math. Actually, I REALLY like math. Its my favorite subject.

Rich!

I just got $330.00 pesos (about 33 dolars)! I sold all my aluminum cans to the guys with the truck! W00t!

Poot?

"She flays the poot."

"...?"

"I mean, she plays the flute."

Scanner

"Could not be initialized... Scanner not found... What do you mean, 'scanner not found'?!"

"It means it is a monkey!"

"..."

"Sorry. Couldn't help myself."

Walking?

Went by a large-ish lady giving some poor unsuspecting tourists an earful earlier. The funny thing was... well:

Lady: ...Everybody walks, there's only one ATM, only one gas station - Its a rural artist's colony.

You don't see what's so funny? She had her back to the main highway in town (it and some of its offshoots are THE! ONLY! PAVED! ROADS!), and occasionally had to talk loudly to be louder than the steady trickle of cars and trucks passing by.

Lamari Butterfly Pics

Here they are: Butterfly! Courtesy of me and Daddy's little camera. The really little camera. The really tiny camera. The Canon PowerShot S-something. Erk.

PS ~ The backgrounds were the pattern of my notebook and the woven rug in Galeria On-ce [11] (where I am right now). FYI.

God Rest Ye Merry Hippogriffs...

God rest ye merry Hippogriffs
Let nothing you dismay
Remember, Christ, our Saviour
Was born on Christmas day
To save us all from Satan's power
When we were gone astray
O tidings of comfort and joy,
Comfort and joy
O tidings of comfort and joy

In Bethlehem, in Israel,
This blessed Babe was born
And laid within a manger
Upon this blessed morn
The which His Mother Mary
Did nothing take in scorn
O tidings of comfort and joy,
Comfort and joy
O tidings of comfort and joy

From God our Heavenly Father
A blessed Angel came;
And unto certain Shepherds
Brought tidings of the same:
How that in Bethlehem was born
The Son of God by Name.
O tidings of comfort and joy,
Comfort and joy
O tidings of comfort and joy

"Fear not then," said the Angel,
"Let nothing you affright,
This day is born a Saviour
Of a pure Virgin bright,
To free all those who trust in Him
From Satan's power and might."
O tidings of comfort and joy,
Comfort and joy
O tidings of comfort and joy

The shepherds at those tidings
Rejoiced much in mind,
And left their flocks a-feeding
In tempest, storm and wind:
And went to Bethlehem straightway
The Son of God to find.
O tidings of comfort and joy,
Comfort and joy
O tidings of comfort and joy

And when they came to Bethlehem
Where our dear Saviour lay,
They found Him in a manger,
Where oxen feed on hay;
His Mother Mary kneeling down,
Unto the Lord did pray.
O tidings of comfort and joy,
Comfort and joy
O tidings of comfort and joy

Now to the Lord sing praises,
All you within this place,
And with true love and brotherhood
Each other now embrace;
This holy tide of Christmas
All other doth deface.
O tidings of comfort and joy,
Comfort and joy
O tidings of comfort and joy...

God rest ye merry Hippogriffs,
God rest ye merry Hippogriffs,
God rest ye merry Hippogriffs,
God rest ye merry Hippogriffs...

Not gentlemen. Hippogriffs!!

Oh Yeah!

Oh yeah! I pwn blogger! Its working! It was only showing plain HTML (HyperText Markup Language) and no help or Spell Check, but now all of a sudden its working, so I'll be able to post some pics of the Lamari butterfly!

Ravenclaw!!

I took this Hogwarts house test and the result was that I'd be good in either Gryffindor or Ravenclaw. Of course I chose Ravenclaw; who wants to be a brave idiot? (No offense, but I'd much rather being smart.) And yes, I chose in full knowledge of one of my favorite quotes:

EVIL
and
INTELIGENT
are not
MUTUALLY EXCLUSIVE
concepts
I mean, evil is not so bad (oximoron alert, but think Artemis Fowl). And it's very good to write.

[Afterthought]
Because its the brave people who go running off into a dragon's lair, but its the smart people who get to laugh their butts off at the look on their faces when they come out again.
[/Afterthought]

Tomatoes.

Yestarday in between La Paloma, the home-made ice cream shop, and La Ramada Racing, a nice, but cheap (four dollars for a filet of fish! Mmm), Mexican restaurant, there was a white pickup with the bed full of TOMATOES! The kind that's called "the red gold": reddish orange ones from little ones the size of olives to big ones the size of my fist. They were giving them out for free!! Dad & I got three kilos or so. Among the people digging in to find the ripe-er ones was who but the principle of my school, Mr. C!

Also something is seriously screwed up with Blogger.

What, You? Cross-eyed?

See?

PS ~ Bad quality, I know - we took it with my little PowerShot canon camera, which is tiny. And I think the generator (the big one that makes a lot of noise, probably) was on in the background.

PS2 ~ It was taken in my dad's trailor. Or should I say Prowler? Anyway, its his voice in the background.

PS3 ~ The way to do that is to look at the brim of your hat, above and in front of your nose.

Proof

Here is proof that the frogs, they rain: See? Right here!
See?

Mr. B. J. and Mrs. C. J.

"Shouldn't you get some sleep?"

"Oh, I'll sleep when I'm dead."

breakfast in a packet

my breakfast today was an instant breakfast. its a funny feeling coming out of the house and having this little packet and you put it in milk and thats your breakfast. its weird.

Though no one was hurt...

"Don't poke my eye out with that thing!"

"Oh I wouldn't do a big poke just a little one."

"Gah!"

Beautiful?

"It's gonna be beautiful when its done"

"That's right. It's gonna be beautiful. I don' know when its gonna be done, but its gonna be beautiful."

"That's not very encouraging!"

Snoping.

One of the web logs I subscribe to on my bloglines (shamelessly promoting them now, because they're cool and free, I really appreciate these people who do free stuff, my next post will be dedicated to them) is snopes.com, for the New Urban Legends. The latest one I looked at can be found here. I'm proud to say that I could tell the pictures were PhotoShop-ed, or doctored for all you people unfamiliar with that program. Heck, they weren't even PhotoShoped that well; Mrs. V-M or Daddy could've done a better job. Even I might've done a better job. Let's face it, these people are amateurs!