It never even opened its eyes…
Though I am still mourning the loss of my other bird Carmen, I have some other news: The other bird has feathers! I took some pictures so you can see. The black things aren’t wings, they’re shafts, and if you look very closely you can see a bit of olive green at the back. There are also golden white feathers on its chest, too! It’s kind of hard to tell, ’cause the shafts there are the same color as the feathers, but its kinda cool. And, yours truly has shark teeth (for a limited time only, though). Awesome, huh? Also, what does a bird look like when it opens its eyes? Please leave a comment below, and I’ll be back soon. Peace.
Some time ago, I was chatting with my friend, Kristen, on Gmail. I wanted to see her Zimmertwins videos, and she mine. But neither of us really knew how to view the others’ videos. So she gave me her username, and I gave her mine, which was sinamun. And then she asked me how to pronounce it.
I felt a little bit embarrassed then, ’cause although sinamun is a play on words (the word being cinnamon), it does come with its disadvantages.
Have you ever owned a webkinz? If you have, you will know that when you reach the tournament arena, your username is shortened to the first three letters. For example, if your username was volleyball9160, and you had a goldfish named Fluffy, you’d be vol with Fluffy with a picture of Fluffy.
You get it, don’t you? So other people see me as sin with Sabine. Sin. Owch. But I can’t talk about that right now ’cause Daisy found some baby birds and we had to feed them bread saturated with milk and-
How come for all my posts, either you don’t comment, or if you do, they all have two comments? Actually, for my last post, that was partly my fault. But I didn’t mean it that way! It’s so weird.
Now, you’re probably thinking (along with yours truly), what is the point of this entry? The point is, there is no point. It’s just used to extract random thoughts from my head. For example, right now Alex my pet parrot is going crazy. There’s no explanation. He’s just weird that way.
You’ve probably noticed that my blog looks a bit different- and if you haven’t you’ll have noticed now that I mentioned it. But it is! And it cost me… eighty-five bucks. Nah, just joking. It was free. It was an upgrade of my previous theme and it’s called Twenty Eleven. Please comment if you like it. Stand by for journal entry.
Ok, so, a few years ago, I was watching the second High School Musical movie with my family, and I had my favorite stuffed animal with me. So, we were watching it, and we were at the part where Gabriella is having a row with Troy. And she’s all like, “You don’t love me, boo hoo hoo,” and he’s like, “No, it’s not like that!”
So we’re watching them, and I look at my lap, and find my stuffed animal has torn. And since I was young, I started crying.
Now, if you were watching this movie, and you were watching this part, and you saw me crying, what would you think? Would you think of my stuffed animal? No, you’d think that the sad movie broke my heart! And so that’s what my mom thought.
“Don’t worry, honey, they’ll get back together,” she said soothingly.
“No, it’s not that, my stuffed animal ripped!” I sobbed.
I was reminded of this tragic moment when watching the Muppet Show a few nights ago. And by the way, it’s only considered a little kids show ’cause it has a bunch of puppets. Avery Schreiber was making a guest appearance and was having an insult fight with a monster. So he defeated the monster, but the monster made a last insult and “Sir Avery” fell. So Kermit, who was commenting, said, “Oh! Sir Avery has been hit! Sir Avery has been hit! I think this may be a draw!”
But “Sir Avery” said, “He didn’t get me with his insult! It was his breath!”
See the resemblance?
Maybe “Sir Avery” and I were just at the wrong place at the wrong time, or in the wrong situation at the wrong time, or something like that. Think about it. Oh yeah, Sir Avery’s victory can be viewed below at 4:44. You can watch the second part of the video for the gorilla machine, and watch Nice Guys. It rocks!
Puh-Jah here. I finished the video I was talking about in my daily entry, and, so… here it is!
Listen, I know it’s kinda lame, but still. It’s by me, and that automatically makes it awesome.
P.S. The colon thing was a mistake.
Hey. It’s me again.
Well, anyway, let’s get down to business. There’s this website called zimmertwins.com which I wanted to play on but forgot what it was called. I knew it had two twins, a boy and a girl, and a cat, but I couldn’t remember any of their names. Well today, I remembered! The cat’s name was 13. So I searched Google for: twin girl and boy and cat 13 animation, and I found it! Booyah! So I tried to make a video, which I’d done, but then I realized I had to create an account, which I’d thought I’d done, but then I realized I hadn’t made an account at all! So then I had to remake the video, after logging in, of course, but didn’t type anything in for the speech bubbles. I figured I’d do that later. But then, when I went back to it to edit it, I found I couldn’t! It was so infuriating! So now I have to redo it for the third time in a row. That was sad. I’ll post it when it’s done. Until then, sayonara!
My friend Kristen gave a poll about animals. She asked, “Which animal do you like best?”, and gave a list of choices. Here are the results of the poll:
the winner of the “which is your fav animal?” is dog w/ 8 votes!! any aquatic animal & owl comes in second w/ 2 votes…& in third place is cat & any other animal!!! Congrats to all who voted for dog!!
I didn’t vote ’cause I wasn’t sure, but I think my favorite animal is a lynx. They may not be the prettiest animals around, but I still love them, though I’m not really sure why. I also like cats, ’cause I have two at home, Fluffy and Fuzzy. Fluffy, for your info, is that cat who is always begging to be pet, not that other cat Fuzzy who stares at birds all day, eats table scraps, and who I’ve never, ever heard purr.
Click here for a picture of a lynx:
Speaking of Ana, I remember the time she was at our house for a playdate in New York. We didn’t have Fuzzy then. Her parents came into our house to pick her up. And, they just had to bring Moe.
Moe is her Labrador Retriever. He’s pretty old now, ’cause back then he was really big.
So, they brought Moe in, and I think he was barking, ’cause he smelled cat, of course. Then, I think Fluffy got scared and ran somewhere, and Moe saw her, and he’s like, “CAT!!!!!!!!!!” So he wrenches away from Ana’s parents, and tears after Fluffy, still wearing his leash. I’m sorry Fluffy, but I was half petrified and half rolling on the floor with laughter. The memory’s kinda fuzzy, but I can recall tiny Fluffy streaking under the black table, while big Moe crashes into it, while somehow managing to go under it at the same time. In the end, Fluffy scampered under my parent’s bed as Ana’s parents held Moe back. Just something fun to remember.