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