School, school, go away. And PLEASE don't come again.

So, lately I've been having to do school on Saturdays. Trust me people, that is not what you want to have to do. It's not fun. At all. So not fun that I'm at a loss of words. So, I'll post about something less depressing. (NOTE: This may not seem very funny to you, because you didn't see it. Try to picture it in your mind, that might help a little. It was funny for me though, because I saw the real thing.)
You know that feeling you get after scaring somebody really bad? It's a sense of accomplishment, happiness, and it's SO fun to see what they do! Sometimes you just feel that urge to do something to make you feel like this. And that's what I felt. The urge to play a trick on my ophiophobic (if that's the proper way of saying it. In other words, she's scared of snakes) sister.
Thank goodness for little brothers, and prize boxes for their accomplishments! My brother LOVES cowboys, and mom bought a toy snake for the prize box, so he could do cowboy-ish things with it. Now, this "box" as I have been calling it is right on top of the hutch on our computer desk, and the snake was there too. I knew that she wanted the computer that I was using, so I told her that I was done. What I DIDN'T tell her is that I put the toy snake on top of the computer mouse, which was hidden at that time. She came, and pulled out the keyboard/mouse thing that goes under the desk like a drawer (you all know what I'm talking about, right?) And said something to Seth, and grabbed the mouse, felt something there, that she hadn't seen before, and looked and . . . "AAAAHH!!! *NEARLY JUMPS OUT OF SKIN*" And I was trying not to laugh the whole time, it was HILARIOUS!! Of corse, nobody could help but laughing, it was so funny to see her reaction! She imediatly picked it up and threw it on the foose (sp?) ball table! But, I wasn't quite happy.....
This isn't as great, but it was still funny for me. Some of you know that I have a cat, a cat I don't want to have. She's demented. Retarded. Flat out stupid. She was napping. Imagine that. A cat, taking a nap. She was laying there, nobody else around. I couldn't resist. I clapped. As loud as I possibly could. You know how cats are aobut that, and how they are about it when you wake them up. You should have seen her face! It was somewhere between being scared half to death, a really tired look, and that kinda "I'm going to kill you" look cats can do. Of corse, between being scared and tired, she didn't kill me, in fact she spent most of the day in my room, which she hardly EVER does. =D
Anyway. I thought I would post, and that's all I had, so bye! ~Lizzie

NEVER leave me alone in a room with scissors. ESPECIALLY when I'm bored.

Yup. A bored, 12 year old girl, who is blonde at heart, left alone in a room with scissors is NOT a good idea. I know. My head hurts now too. =D You are probably wondering what on earth I did. Well, I'm not sure if I did it on earth . . . LOL. Ok so, here's the story.
I was alone, in my room, I was bored, and there were scissors (but I'm sure you've already gathered that much). I looked at the scissors and I thought . . . well, I didn't think. So, I grabbed the scissors and cut a little of my hair. Just a little. It was a week ago, and nobody has noticed it. It was right where my hair line starts on my head, and I grabbed it OH, about a half of a centimeter back, and about the same length wide. And I cut it, right below my eye. And then, I looked in the mirror, and THAT'S when I started too think. "Oh, look what I just did!" I thought, "Arg!!! I can't believe it! My dad HATES bangs that length, because they are always in your eyes. What should I do?!" And that is where I stopped thinking. Well, I must have thought something, but I was unaware of it at that time. I pulled it out. All of it. I ripped it out. It still hurts. And then I started ripping out more than I needed, because there were little black dots at the end of most of the hairs, and it was fun to pull them out. My bald spot still isn't noticeable, (thank goodness) but it hurts a lot. So, moral of the story. If you are bored, and alone, and you see a pair a scissors, RUN AWAY!!! That's all for now, I just thought I should post. =D Bye! ~Lizzie

Ok, so here's a post I tried to do on my old blog, but it wouldn't post it, so here it is now. It's a little out-dated, but I'll try to post again soon. One thing that isn't as out-dated was the part that said I 'm busy. =D

Hey guys, I've been so busy, I'm writing a story for Cadia magazine (I am trying to post about it, in fact, I did, but it won't show up, so I'm starting over), I'm doin' school, chatting with all my amazing friends, doing more school and going . . . GO ME! I almost forgot about the best day of the year so far! Well, on Sunday we went to Leadville, CO and had a quick bible study and tubed down a steep hill! SO MUCH FUN! It was a private property owned my the church, so we were the first people to go down it. I was 3rd. =D I haven't gone tubing since we move five years ago, so I had a blast. But it kinda brought on a new problem . . . perhaps I'll tell you about it . . . and maybe not. And I'm really mad, because I finished the post, and posted it, and it wouldn't post, and I lost all of it. Anyway, I had a great time, except for sharks, banana phones, cough drops stuck to the seat, flying carrots, finding out what a pizza roll really tastes like (not as good as they're made up to be), *throws up* (Mulan, U know what I'm talking about), **** **** **** ******* ** ** *** **** *** ** **** **** * ** * ****** **** *** * *** * **** * ***** ** *** (Yeah, so nobody ever will know about that, except I already told Hannah, but she never reads my blog), ***** ****** (maybe y'all will hear about that some time), Seeing T with a hurt arm, please pray that it Will heal.=( Well, I'll try to get caught up with everybody, and I got awarded a couple times, and I need to take care of that, and this annoying music is play in my ear. That was random. Well, I g2g do shcool! (Haha, insie joke). Bye! TTFN