Fishy Fun!

Eh hem! I forgot to say something about this in the last post, but on the sidebar, I recently put up the fishy widget. I need to tell you their names!!

The Green one is Speedy, the Black one is Torrid, the Blue one is Captain, the Orangey-yellow one is The Monarch, and the Red one is Ace.

So we have Speedy, Torrid, Captain, The Monarch and Ace. If you click on it, it gives them food! NOM NOM NOM!

Phatasmagoric Photos!

Here's Phantasmagoria. (And the chapstick from my Ortho's office. And my horribly messy desk . . .)

Here's the glitter-glue detail I did at home (out of boredom . . .)

Here's a close-up on the sharpie action. That's my guinea pigs' hut in the background.

So, I'm looking forward to seeing the day after tomorrow -- Tuesday being the first day of the semester.

Speak of -- I've mentioned Katie and Alycia in the blog before. They've both recently started their own blogs!

Common Sense

and

Imagination Kidney

The first one's Alycias and the second one's Katies.

You should check them out. They're pretty rad.

If I . . .

If I ate myself, would I disappear completely or be twice as big?

I actually thought about that in Science (Since it's the end of the semester and we were watching Wall-E). So, naturally, I asked Dan.

He didn't say anything for a few moments. "Uhh . . ." Another pause, "Well, you wouldn't disappear, but you wouldn't be twice as big . . ." He didn't say anything for the rest of the movie.

I remembered it again in German, 7th hour. So, I asked Katie

Which reminds me . . .

OH SNAP KATIE'S QUOTE OF THE WEEK IS BACK WITH A VENGEANCE!

KATIE: Science doesn't matter, Mackenzie! If you ate yourself, you wouldn't be there!!!!

She said this after I pointed out the law of conservation of Mass, which says matter cannot be created or destroyed -- so I know I wouldn't disappear. (See, Science does come in handy in everyday life!)

Speaking of Science and the end of the semester . . .

The beginning of the new semester is on Tuesday. Three new teachers (two of which I've never had, one is the same ol' same ol' gym teacher). One new class, one class I've taken twice before because of requirements, and a switch in subjects in a required class. In Science, the switch in subject class, we're now focusing on Physics, and not Chemistry, like we were first semester. I'm kind of excited for Physics, because the teacher I have this semester (Mr. C) is renowned for his fun projects. I know this firsthand. In summer school (Pa-Tooey!) we had to do a hands-on project in addition to the droning hours of computer work. So we built rockets. I still have mine (phantasmagoria is what I dubbed it). I'll have to take a picture . . .

But I am looking forward to a new classroom, a new environment, and a new set of class mates. Uuughhh. The one reason I disliked science was the people. I swear that those kids are out to get my science teacher or something. They called her various rude and crude names and I tell you . . . I just couldn't stand it. Almost daily I'd stay behind and try to apologize for the behavior of my classmates, but she wouldn't have any of it. She said they should apologize for themselves, and that I shouldn't even have to think of apologizing for them. She's very nice, and kind of like myself. I would have done no different in her shoes.

Really.

Though I'm not quite excited for Econ(omics) with Mrs. H. I liked Mr. M's class better, mainly because learning was pretty variable. It's like, he has an agenda, but you stray from it every five minutes. It can be rather pleasing or annoying, at which point I crack open a book. Oh well. I'll post those pics later, 'kay?

A random list

I've decided to come up with some of the best products I've come across on www.Vat19.com. It's a pretty bomb site, actually. I saw a commercial for it way back and -- first, wrote down the wrong address. Then, I saw the commercial again and wrote down the right address. And now, I go on there when I'm bored and check out some of the "Curiously Awesome" products.

So now, in no particular order, some of the awesomest products.

Hightop Sneaker Socks: Mid-calf Socks in the trademark style of Chuck Taylor

Seen here, they're pretty epic.

Personalized Classics: Customize a bound and printed version of a famous novel

Tell me you wouldn't love this as a gift. Seen here.

World's Largest Gummy Bear: A five pound Gummi Bear!

This one speaks for itself. Seen Here.

(I wonder what would happen if you put this in a full bathtub? Would it grow like the little ones do in cups of water?)

Insta Snow Powder: Add water to make instant fake snow

Note to readers that actually know me in real life: Remind me to get some of this and SEND IT TO SHELSTEAD (My former science teacher who currently resides in Arizona.) The awesome is displayed here.

PAC-MAN HotHeads Potholder

If I end up going to culinary school, this is what I will demand from someone as a graduation gift from High School. OMG IT'S PAC MAN.

I know, it's a short list -- but maybe you'll find some cool stuff. If you find something you really, really, REALLY think should be on the list -- put it in the comments or email me at j.d.devereux@hotmail.com

Almosts, Roombas, and a New Year message for my readers.

Tunes: "La Vie Boheme B" - Rent, the original motion picture soundtrack
Mood: Interested

A lot of weird stuff has happened in the last . . . since whenever my last post was. Christmas happened, definately.

Speaking of christmas, my grandparents got one of those iRobot Roombas. (I kid you not, iRobot is the brand. No referance there.) At first, my grandparents were weary to set it up. And then, it wouldn't charge -- but grandpa fixed it. It was something with the battery holder. Then grandma got impatient when it was charging . . . and finally, the other day, they let it go about the house vaccuming.

Hilarity ensued. Apparently (I didn't get to see it, I slept in until like, two PM), they followed 'him' around. And reffered to 'him' as a 'him' and a 'he'.

. . . and all through this, my grandpa's giving a play-by-play.

Grandpa: Look at him go!
Grandpa: Oh, now he's under the bed -- he couldn't get there before!
Grandpa: Oh, he's stuck on the fan now!

That same day, my sister and I randomly got on to the subject of what our mom ALMOST named us.

She almost named my sister -- Stephanie -- 'Katie Ann.'

And she almost named me -- Mackenzie -- 'Hunter Jackson.'

OK, there's a bit of explanation behind mine. Throughout her entire pregnancy, my mom wanted me to be a boy. She was adamant about my being a boy until the moment I popped out -- literally. When Dr. Callen said 'Oh, she's got dark hair' whilst delivering me, my mom interjected with 'HE. NOT SHE!' And she wanted me to be a blonde-haired, blue eyed boy.

Uuuh, she didn't get any of it. When I was born, I had black hair, green eyes, and was -- and this one's the most obvious -- a girl.

But back to the 'almosts.'

Steph and I were wondering what we'd be like if mom had named us that (in stephanie's case) and if we'd come out exactly as mom wanted (in my case).

We decided on the following:

KATIE ANN:
would . . .
- be president of the student council.
- be a perfect, princess blonde.
- not have . . . six? . . . six piercings.
- be girlfriend of the captain of the Hockey Team.

HUNTER JACKSON:
would . . .
- be the number one freshman hockey player.
- get average grades
- would call the kids in the plays 'gay.'
- be a blonde.
- be in one of those really annoying cliques of sport-players.
- be Hunter L's best friends -- we'd be in every class together and reffered to as 'the Hunters.'

And now, look at us.

STEPHANIE PAIGE:
is . . .
- a fan of Steven Colbert and John Stewart
- a haver of piercings. Six, if I'm right.
- fine with having had no experience with student council
- a veteran of hair dying.
- the ex-girlfriend of a couple of weirdos.

MACKENZIE REED:
is . . .
- Horrible at every sport she comes into contact with.
- getting either B's or A's.
- one of those kids in the plays. And one of the better ones, too.
- in no annoying clique -- but she does sit with a select bunch of lovable weirdos at lunch.
- is -- no, wait -- Mackenzie Reed finds Hunter L really annoying -- and he tripped me in sixth grade. >.<

I'm kinda glad I'm not like that. It's just so . . . not me. (I find this humerous.)

Oh, and to all my loyal readers,


Happy New Year!!!!

I feel a picdump coming on!!!

OK, now that that's over with . . .

OH SNAP IT'S KATIE'S QUOTE OF THE WEEK!!!!!!

KATIE: Random squirells eat nuts while flying to the bus stop.

KATIE: I've been told that Aphrodite is . . . rarely covered.

KATIE: We called him RNS. It stands for Retarded Neck Syndrome.

Oh, the last two pictures are for Bekkah and Katie, respectively.

Bekkah with her fish . . . -es . . . and katie with her adorable, wee little guinea pigs . . . who are pretty much retarded because of inbreeding. Except for Lilly. Lilly is my favorite.

The note: Part 2 of 3

Hello! And welcome to the thrilling almost-conclusion of my 'The Note' saga. As you read in my last post, I recently received an interesting note. I'll have you keep in mind this all happened on Thursday -- not over the course of a few days.

So on thursday, I looked for #2 in the morning and a little later in the day. It wasn't there. My friends Bekkah and Tim offered to help. So when lunch rolled around, Bekkah came over to our (Tim and I's) table. Tim and I scarfed down our lunches, chatted with Mrs. D for a bit, and headed off to the library. We found it in the remaining copy of 'The Twelfth Night' by Shakespeare. Here's what it read:

Nice job, Mackenzie! I commend you. This next one's a bit tricker, but I know you can do it. Here goes:

Across from the room of the director of the plays
There on the wall hangs a glass case.
"Drama News" is across the top,
But think of a word that starts with "opp."
Over-under, left to right
If you get this, you'll sleep well tonight.

~O

So we immediately ran up to the fourth floor across from Mr. Hirsch's room (He's the drama director) to the display case. This next note was taped under it:

Quick! There's a fire! What do you get?
The fourth floor extinguisher I bet.

~O
P.S. Sorry it's so short. :)

There's an extinguisher across from the display case -- it's not on that one. Tim and Bekkah recall there are at least two on this floor. We go to the other one -- not there. Then I recall that I think there's one in the fourth floor math hallway. We run over there -- and this is taped to the back:

On 1st floor, the worst class in the world.
Every time I run, I want to hurl.
Small lockers in the middl, tall ones on the side.
Look to number 1
In me, you can confide.

~O
P.S. The end doesn't really make sense, but I couldn'tt think of another word to rhyme. :)

We figured it was in the girl's locker room. Tim said it may be in the boy's locker room, which is why we need him. I told him that if it's not there, he can check the guy's locker room. We ran down the staircase, to the girl's locker room -- thankfully, it was their 5th hour class, so no one was in there -- and we ran to locker number one. Inside, was this:

A piece of paper with "Last Clue!" written on it!

Little birdy, in the tree,
Little birdy, flee, flee, flee,
To the wonderful library.
By the computer where people see
Which book they would like to read.

~O

Then . . .

The bell rang. We were just about to go up to the library, too. I looked at Bekkah and Tim and said, "Screw it -- I'll take a late to Band. You guys go ahead, I'll report back to you." And then I headed to the library.

Where I found nothing. Frustrated, I went first to my locker, then to band, where Mrs. Parson seemed not to notice me entering late. She was busy talking about some seventh grader who was vandalising instruments (Ben filled me in on what happened). Next hour, I showed Alycia the notes because she wanted to know what was going on so far. That's when Mrs. Stevens said we would be in the library today. Alycia and I looked at eachother, a little weirded out. "That's convenient," Alycia said. "Yes. Very," I responded. In there, I finished my paper about "The Birds" and went exploring. Again, nothing. A little crestfallen, I got a drink of water and went to German class, where I filled Katie in on what happened once she got back from the Aladdin performance. Once class dismissed, I tore outta there and met Bekkah in the hallway outside of the German and Spanish rooms (She's taking spanish). We went to the library --

Where Bekkah immediately found something.

. . . it was a Badminton Birdie.