Forest Hills 11415

Don’t you think it’s annoying when people say, “Oh, you’re rich ‘cause you live in the Gardens,” or, “She’s too pampered.”? Well, I do. Only because I live in Kew-Gardens, random people criticize and take advantage of me. Me? I do not do that to anyone, so why would they do
that to me? They didn’t ever do it before, so why now? It’s a long story. . .

“I guess you can call me an illusion.”

The sun piled out from the window, spilling into my large room. It was so bright that it woke me up. Frustrated, I hesitantly got up to shut the orange, draped curtains and lazily turn my lights on. What time was it? Who knew, who cared? Finally, Saturday came along and I was glad school was going to start. You see, I just moved from New Jersey to Forest Hills, and therefore, I had to transfer to Kew Gardens High. The school was kind of over the top, but the closest school to me. I checked my memo board with “CHECK” in all caps at the top. Scattered all over the surface was little Post-Its and photos of me and my best friends from Jersey. The Post-It that was the most important was my “Note-to-Self”. On this memo was: “Shanae, don’t forget supplies and keep a clear head.” Even though it seems pointless, I thought the “Note-to-Self” meant a lot to me.
After checking the memos over and over, I made my way into my kitchen. The kitchen was one of my favorite rooms in my house. The room was white marble and had silver accents like a microwave, stove, fridge, oven, knobs on cabinets - you get the idea. “Oh! Good morning, Shanae. How was your sleep?” my mother asked. “Fine, fine. . . The only problem is that there’s a draft,” I answered sleepily. My mother stood by the stove, frying omelets and making pancakes at the same time. “Which do you want?” My mom waved her hand by the omelets and then the pancakes. I was so tired I couldn’t even think, but I chose pancakes anyway. She cleaned up the pans and placed the food in her finest China plates. I walked to the plate of pancakes, my eyes barely open, and suddenly - darn my clumsiness - I dropped the whole entire plate. I watched as the elaborate China shattered across the polished floor. “What did you just do?! That is an antique!” my mother shouted. I rolled my eyes, knowing that she had five more plates. “Go to your room now, Shanae. Be more careful, you could’ve hurt yourself!” She bent down to pick up petite bits and pieces, completely forgetting I was in the kitchen. Without eating, I went back to my room. As I reached my door, I slowly opened it, and then paced inside. In front of my full length mirror, I examined myself. I stared until it looked like I was staring at someone else. I was Shanae. Shanae Johnston. I had beautiful, shiny brown hair that fell just past my shoulders. I was kind of flat-chested, but I guess that’s all right since all the dancers, like myself, that I’ve met aren’t very “big”, if you know what I mean. My body was excellent with toning and had the best tan from vacationing in Aruba. My legs were long and lean, especially stunning - if I don’t sound so cocky. My face - that was a different story. I had freckles stretching from the bottom corner of my left eye, all the way over the bridge of my nose, and ending at the bottom corner of my right eye. My eyes were a hazel-green. My teeth were white and clean. My beauty was impeccable, but that’s not coming from me. My family says so, as well as my friends. As perfect as I may seem, I’m unusual. I’m neurotic, clumsy, a perfectionist, wholesome, pure, and geeky, but I only use those traits at home. Not in public, because than I’d definitely be something else. I guess you can call me an illusion. I seem faultless, but within me, I’m filled with crazy faults.

First Day of School - Oh joy...

On Wednesday, September 2nd, school was in session. Going to Kew Gardens High is becoming more and more exciting - I mean, I’ll meet so many new people that are just like me. Leaving New Jersey was like leaving the Earth. I left behind everything, my friends, my school, my other part of the family, and my home. Although it’s simply an hour or two from here, I can’t pull myself away from that. Bearing in mind about the “Shanae-China plate” encounter, I decided to make sure I used a paper plate. I prepared two Poptarts in the toaster and devoured them. As soon as I wiped the crumbs from my face, I quickly changed. While heading out the door, I had to thrust my arm into my sweater, open my car, and grab my backpack. I positioned my hands on the wheel and put the car in drive. Soon enough, I cruised down three blocks, just to find that my school is practically two minutes from my house. I parked the car carefully in the huge parking lot and gradually got out. I peered at the panoramic view of the front of the school. I saw a scenic green, lush lawn with individuals dressed in designer brands like Marc Jacobs and DKNY. Compared to what I was wearing - my hair up in a messy bun, a short plum pantsuit, mini black jacket, black leggings, and my sunglasses - I looked lost. One girl was actually wearing a Betsey Johnson dress, right off the runway! Before anyone saw me, I fled to the administration table inside the lobby. On my way - again, darn my clumsiness - I bumped into a guy. A cute guy, I might add. Papers for registering flew in the air, and not to mention the air was filled with giggles and loud laughs! “Oh, my. Are you okay?” he showed some concern. This guy was very attractive. He had ruffled dark brown hair with facial features like a movie star. He was clothed normally, and not like the high-fashion students I saw earlier. “Let me help you.” “Thanks. I’m very clumsy, so. . . Hi, I’m Shanae, what about you?” I asked bravely. “My name is Daniel. I’m sorry, I got to go. My mom’s the Spanish teacher and I have to re-take my exam. I hope to see you later!” he exclaimed as he proceeded to the Spanish class. At last, I joined the line for registering. “Hello sweetie, welcome to Kew Gardens High. You must be Shanae Johnston. Here’s all you need for a start. This is the map of the school and these are your textbooks. Everything else you should be supplied with, right?” the registration manager questioned. I nodded and grasped the materials. My shoulder was tapped. I promptly turned around to see who tapped me. The student was a striking, dark-haired girl who sense of style was original - not the typical cloned designer outfits. “Hi, I’m Adrianna and I’m here to help you today.” She appeared to be pretty tall and happy for being a tour guide or something. “Well, I’m Shanae. So. . . What are we doing?” Adrianna paused to think for a second, and then pulled her thoughts together. “First, we’re going to all your classrooms, visiting your locker, and then stop at extra important rooms in the school. I have faith in you for becoming an awesome student here.” Adrianna smiled and led me around to my classrooms. . .
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Following the two and a half hours that we already toured, we were at our last stop, the cafeteria. “This is the cafeteria. You can take the lunch here, bring your own, or buy the more expensive foods - trust me, those are worth it!” I glared at the cafeteria. There were tables, with different people at each. I asked Adrianna why, and her reply was, “Oh... About that. We have lots of cliques. The group by the back is the ‘computer whiz’ clan. The next one is the drama club. But, most importantly, try to stay away from them.” She pointed to a cluster of three girls dressed in the most ‘Vogue-ish’ fashion and looked like snobs. But who knows, they could be nice. They laughed like it was really lame, practically they were making fun of someone. “Those girls are rude, back-stabbing, mean brats that have no end. They act like they rule the school and each of them take turns leading. It’s so infuriating!” Adrianna’s fingers curled up into a tight fist, her face reddening with each squeeze. “They’re names are Silver, Lynne, and Janie. They are so. . . so. . . ugh! Let’s continue, shall we?” Adrianna left the cafeteria abruptly. I trailed behind to gaze at the cliques. I made a huge mistake. The girls Adrianna told me to avoid came by me to throw out their garbage. Silver, the tall one with red lipstick and long, black hair purposely bumped into me. Lynne, the one that looked like the leader had purple Versace sunglasses, guided Silver and Janie up the stairs. Before leaving, Lynne checked my outfit out. “Excuse me, don’t you realize that leather jackets with dark colors are so six months ago? Really, that hair-do looks ridiculous, too. Maybe what you’re wearing in Jersey is in-style, but here you look horrible. Next time, keep a mirror handy. Just saying.” Then, she kicked up her sandal-clad foot and sauntered up the stairs, Silver and Janie not far behind. Ouch. “Keep a mirror handy” kept repeating in my head. Again, someone tapped me on the shoulder. “Where were you?” It was Adrianna. “What happened? You appear to be in shock.” “It was the clan of rude girls. I feel insecure already.” I subtlety answered. “You know what, we’ll be great friends. I’ll always be there if you need me. Now let’s go, the bell’s going to ring for second to last period.” I tagged along and strolled to math.

“I’ll lend a hand, as long as it doesn’t involve Soy. . . I’m allergic to that.”

At the end of the day, Adrianna decided she’ll come over to help with the whole social network thing. Since it was the first day of school, we didn’t get homework, so we could relax. We pulled up in front of my house and opened the front door. I heard Adrianna gasp as she saw the welcome room. “Your house is gigantic!” “Personally, I think it’s too big. I get lost.” I responded. She chuckled as we traveled to my bedroom. We set ourselves up, laying pillows on the floor, turning the lights on, and opening my curtain. “Are you still in shock from what Lynne said?” Adrianna interrogated. “Yeah,” I began, “that was just flat-out offensive. Can’t she bother someone else who looks lost?!” “Actually, Lynne does. What happens is that Lynne and her clique tease someone, and then see their reaction to get satisfaction out of it. All you have to do is ignore it. I do. People are inevitably going to do that at some point in your life. I’ve been dealing with it since kindergarten - can you imagine that? She used to rip up my drawings and break my toys.” Adrianna sighed as if she really missed those toys. “And trust me,” she started, “I’ll lend a hand, as long as it doesn’t involve Soy. . . I’m allergic to that.” We laughed for a bit until there was an awkward silence. “I have a feeling we’re going to be intense best friends. We have so much in common.” I believed. “Oh! I forgot to tell you, little miss ‘I-Hate-Everyone’ has a blog page.” Adrianna remembered. “You mean Lynne? Let’s have a look-see, shall we?” Adrianna rushed to my computer, typing in the web address as soon as the screen turned on. She typed, “Lynne-Magic-Blog.pizco.com” and a girly decorated web page popped up. The title was, “Five things I hate most about new kids”. Ugh. I knew where she was going. This was the blog ::
Hello my followers! Today I bring you a magnificent topic - Five things I hate about new kids! Luckily, I was inspired by a fabulous dork named Shanae. She’s not known yet, but after reading this, you’ll totally spot her in the halls of Kew Gardens High.
-Number one :: Horrible fashion sense! She hasn’t the slightest clue about the Gardens fashion. She NEEDS a stylist!
-Number two :: Comb that hair! What are you, barbaric?
-Number three :: Jersey is SO last season. News flash :: pay attention to the mirror and Vogue.
-Number four :: Your name. ‘Shanae’. You sound like an old person.
-Last, but certainly not least, number five :: Everything about you. If you don’t get it, ask someone and don’t bump into my boyfriend ever again. Thank you.
“Oh my gosh! Can you say ‘harsh’?” Adrianna felt bad. Wow. I was crying - at least I think I was. My eyes hurt as they welled up. And, just to make it all better, Daniel was her boyfriend! Great, school rocks, doesn’t it?

“Hello, I’m Little Miss Perfect!”

I was so aggravated. Why the heck would she do a thing like that?! I was definitely going to confront her tomorrow. As I lay there on my bed, Adrianna on my couch, the thoughts of what could happen flowed through my head. It has three outcomes ::
1.) Lynne listens, which is probably not happening.
2.) Lynne says, “Oh, I’ll fix it,” and then slams me more.
3.) Lynne doesn’t listen ‘cause she’s a malicious maniac!
Whatever the outcome, I’m preparing myself for all three. The worst is I’m made fun of, but I’ll get above that. The only thing I could do know is put myself to sleep by Adrianna’s snoring. . .
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In the morning, I couldn’t even get out of bed. My dream was filled with humiliation about the stupid blog topic. I have to set Lynne straight. That was evidently discourteous! Anyway, I had to eat my breakfast, which was a cream cheese bagel sprinkled with cinnamon sugar. Adrianna joined and had the same meal. We ran upstairs and changed. She seemed just as stressed as I was. “You know, you shouldn’t be scared to set Lynne straight.” Adrianna supposed. “What do you mean?” I asked. “Shanae,” she started, “you speak so loud in your sleep. Listen. What hurts the most :: saying something and wishing you had not or saying nothing and wishing you had?” We headed out the door and began walking to school while Adrianna was struggling to keep her bags on her arms. “Do you need help?” “Yes! Please grab the blue bag! Thanks!” Adrianna was covered in sweat from the scorching sun and my hands were just as greasy. At the end of the stroll, we made it to school without dropping everything - we’re already off to a great start. Suddenly, I spotted Lynne with Janie. Silver was nowhere in sight, which was one less problem. “Hi, are you lost?” Janie taunted. I shook my head. “Well, I’m Little Miss Perfect, therefore I do not befriend losers, if that’s what you’re here for.” Lynne flipped her hair and laughed. “No, sorry bratty, that’s not what I’m here for. Where’s Silver? Did her nose collapse from her bad nose job again? Yesterday, she looked like a mess!” I snapped back. Janie had her eyes squinted with downward eyebrows. “F.Y.I. Silver’s nose job was from my father!” “That explains the hideous design! What did he do? Model it after yours?” I was on fire! All I had to do was fight fire with fire. “Oh, by the way, the blog was so last season, right?” I retorted. Soon enough, I was going to have to put the fire out. Before it turned into a catfight, I scurried away. Meanwhile, I caught up with Daniel once Adrianna went to history. “Hey, Shanae. I have heard a lot about you.” “Ooo... You read that too?” I was unexpectedly embarrassed. “Yeah. I got to tell Lynne not to be nasty. She has done that with everyone, so don’t take it personally.” He reminded me. “And, congrats on being ‘un-single’. . .” I trailed off, kind of like I was unhappy. He nodded. “We’ve been dating for a year now. Sadly, I have to break up with her.” he answered. Break up? This day just gets better and better! “Every time I meet an attractive girl, she blogs about her and makes her cry and stay away from me.” Daniel rolled his eyes. “But I have to find the right time to break up. Besides, I’m kind of crushing on someone now.” He winked and meandered to Lynne. I hid behind a bush, making me look like a stalker. He gestured Janie to go away and pulled Lynne aside. I read his lips, “I can’t do this, Lynne. You get too jealous and go over-board.” He continued, “I like you, but this is not going to work out anymore. We’re breaking up.” Lynne’s face turned red and she started bawling. Lynne, for one, was so loud that I didn’t need to read her lips. “What do you mean? You’re losing this one year relationship?! I can’t believe this! I’m leaving.” She stomped off, triggering him to frown. In advance, I left so he couldn’t see me. Looks like Little Miss Perfect wasn’t so perfect anymore. . . But I’m guessing this is just the beginning, and it can go either for the better or the worse. I don’t even know at the moment because I’m so caught up with Daniel.

Time to Rumble

Adrianna bit a piece of lettuce from her beyond-green salad. “Wow,” she said with a mouthful. “That was brave. Considering what he said about him crushing on someone, I think he likes you!” She spit vinegar on me as she munched down. “Can you keep the food on your fork and in your mouth?” I joked. Lynne and Janie were sitting on the table behind me. Each time Lynne got up, she forced her chair into mine. Whatever I was eating at that position she made it spread on the table. Adrianna and I were usually taking napkins from classmates to clean the messes. Lynne kept glaring back at me. It felt like she was piercing my hair with her eyes. Adrianna was gawking at my head. “What?” I pondered. I felt breathing on the top of my head. Lynne was holding a plate of spaghetti to my hair. Guess what? She spilled it on my head. It landed everywhere - my hair, shirt, and my white pants! “That’s what you get for stealing my boyfriend.” She stood on a table. “Hey, everyone! Shanae is the most inept human in the school! She even forgot how to eat. She thinks her mouth is on her head. Behold!” Lynne jerked my hair upward to show everyone. Adrianna took her fork - and plate - full of sauce and poured it on Lynne’s white shirt. “Oh my gosh! What the heck is your problem, Adrianna?! I just got this! It’s Juicy!” Lynne was fuming. Each word felt like it was on fire. Everyone was laughing hysterically - at me and Lynne. Honestly, I think mostly Lynne. “Just to let you know, you’re going to get it.” Janie groaned. Lynne trudged off, hiding her shirt behind her tanned arms. Janie stood in front of her, making sure nobody saw. “Do you need me to clean that up?” Adrianna showed sympathy. I nodded with my eyebrows slanted outward like I didn’t realize what just happened. She took out her handy, dandy towel and scrubbed my head. “Adrianna, you’re cleaning my hair, not ringing out a rag!” I mocked. Rapidly, my head was shiny and new, with a hint of marinara sauce. Otherwise, I definitely had the superior appearance against myself and Lynne. For one second, I actually felt bad for Lynne. But, of course, that was one second.
I just had to thank Adrianna for sticking up for me.
“Adrianna?”
“Yep. What’s wrong?” She smiled.
“I just wanted to say ‘thanks’ for doing that back there. You were really bold and daring. I would’ve never gotten that close to her!”
“Just doing my job - which is protecting you.”
Protecting me? Adrianna was a real friend by now. I have a feeling she’s free for assisting me through thick and thin. The drama merely began, right? It’s growing by the day. Lynne is not going to settle for this. I know that for a fact.

The Drama Starts Here

Exactly three weeks after the whole crisis with Lynne, I marked my calendar. “Yes! Friday is the prom!” I was ecstatic! Now I could ask Daniel to go with me! That would be a big slap in the face towards Lynne and her posse. It was Tuesday and I could go shopping because school was out for two days because of “Founder’s Day”. It’s the day when they founded the school ninety-four years ago. Yay. This was the very day when this ‘home of the Gardens Gals’ came into existence. I sluggishly made my way to my closet. It was so plain and bare. I mean it, I thought I saw tumbleweeds that were practically floating around somewhere in there! I picked up my phone, with caution, and speed-dialed Adrianna. “Addi? Do you mind shopping with me at Saks today?” I heard her say, “Sure, I’ll be right there,” but it sounded like she was eating, so it could’ve been anything. In a matter of minutes, she arrived, look as if she were glowing. “My, my, aren’t we looking a bit refreshed today?” I teased Adrianna. “Oh please, cute guys roam the mall and I don’t want to come across as a sleepy hag!” She snickered and playfully punched me. “Let’s get started, girl!” We ran to Adrianna’s black Volvo and drove off. As soon as we stepped foot in Saks, I don’t even know who was in astonishment more than the other. Our mouths were wide open and everyone was staring at us like we’ve never seen clothes before. “Wowza! Let’s uncover the best prom dresses!” Adrianna exclaimed and ran up the escalator. “Wait! I’m too lazy...” I replied. Trailing Adrianna, I caught up with her after the fifth escalator. I tried to catch my breath, but I lost it again when we spotted the dresses. It was exactly like dress heaven! I ran to the ‘petite’ rack and Adrianna ran to the ‘tall’ rack. We rummaged through all the dresses. One dress I tried on was asymmetrical and green. The dress actually appeared to be gorgeous, but it did not fit me. Adrianna tried on one that was long, silver, and slinky. It looked like a box. I didn’t realize it seemed like days before we came to a final decision. II chose a long, dark red dress with a black tube top part that flowed marvelously. Adrianna’s was short and yellow. Complemented with golden roses at the top, she sparkled. Even for this, she straightened her hair a different way than usual. My eye kept flickering towards the silver dress. Something seemed to be peculiar about it. Peach powder came out when Adrianna took it off. The asymmetrical dress that I wore had the same thing. That’s when it hit me - Silver was here and secretly put itching powder in our outfits.
“Hey, Shanae, I’m getting a little itchy.”
“Yeah, I’m feeling the itch, too!”
“I’m turning red on my arm from scratching!”
“I know Addi! I know who did this!”
Just as I said that, Silver peeked out from the changing room curtain. “Ha! Look what I did!” Silver was bursting with joy. “Why, Silver? Seriously, that is dangerous! Skin flakes are falling to the ground! It’s gross!” Adrianna raged. “Oh, don’t blame me. Thank Lynne. She couldn’t go out in public so she sent me to do this, and apparently I did a fantabulous job!” She snickered and sneered like a witch. “So the drama starts here, doesn’t it?” I whispered to Adrianna. Silver left, still laughing. Oh! A fountain remained cascading over and over again like an endless cycle. To get back at Silver, guess what I did - I ran up to her with fury and pushed her in! Her mascara was running and her clothes were soaked! Everyone around began giggling and laughing out loud. Silver grunted and angrily walked away. Thankfully, everyone was still caught up with laughing instead of getting me in trouble. “Adrianna! Yay!” We high-fived. “About the dresses... Just wash them, that’s what I’m guessing.” We embarked on to pay and leave, which we did. Before leaving, I was stopped by a teenage boy. Adrianna was right. There are cute boys roaming the mall! “Hi, I saw what you did over there,” he said. Uh-oh. Was I in trouble? “I just want to thank you.” Thank me? “She lives next door to me. Silver’s so annoying – she’s obsessed with me! I try to let her down easy, but that compels her to be overly obsessed. I’m Jacob.” Jacob... Hmm... That had a chime to it. I liked it. “Oh hi, Adrianna.” Jacob knew Adrianna! That was perfect! She didn’t have a date for the prom so she should ask him.
“Hi, Jake! How’s it going?”
“Great. By the way, you looked dazzling in that dress.” She blushed.
“Why thank you...”
“Hey, umm... I heard you were having a prom... Do you want to go with me?” Jacob had a glimmer of hope in his eyes. They were blue like the ocean and glistened.
“Yes!” Adrianna jumped on top of him and hugged him. It looked like he proposed rather than asked her to the prom.
Now, Silver was absolutely not going to have a chance with Jacob.
Now, we were going to dress better than the Lynne crew.
Now, Adrianna and I were stronger.
Now, I was going to ask Daniel to prom.

What Happens Next?

Time passed like it was thirty days. In reality, it was only thirty minutes. I sat there with my head down on my desk, waiting for Daniel to sign on to Aim. Unexpectedly, he sign on. “Daniel815 has signed on,” my computer announced. I’ve been waiting for this all day. The prom was on Friday night, the day after Adrianna’s birthday, which is October 8th. I placed my trembling fingers on the keyboard, trying to type a hello to him. I couldn’t. I wished to video chat with him, and pointed the mouse on the video chat icon. I couldn’t. I wanted to just type a period or something I couldn’t. Was there anything I could do?
Finally, I gained enough bravery and slowly typed, “Hey, Dan!” The discussion went on.

Daniel815 :: Hello, Shan.
ShayRox813 :: So what’s up?
Daniel815 :: Nm u?
ShayRox813 :: Tired, and I...
ShayRox813 :: Im just relly tired.
Daniel815 :: Ooo, okay. U feeling all right?
ShayRox813 :: No honestly. I wanna. . .
Daniel815 :: What?
ShayRox813 :: Idk.
Daniel815 :: Since you wanted to say something, I have to ask...
ShayRox813 :: Yes?
Danile815 :: Will u go 2 prom w/ me?
ShayRox813 :: Definitely! I’ve been waiting a LOOOOOOONG time 4 u 2 ask!
Daniel815 :: J well, bi!
[Daniel815 has signed out.]

Wow. That was easier than I thought. I didn’t think he’d ask! I’m overjoyed right now! Nothing can stop me! I clicked on Adrianna’s screen name and told her all about it.
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The last question before signing out was simple. Adrianna questioned, “What happens next?” Truthfully, I did not know. What if the posse was out to get me? What if everyone was jealous of me? What if...? It’s always going to be ‘What if’ with me, Shanae. Really, what happens next?

Things Travel as Fast as the Wind Around Here

School began with a loud, ringing noise that they call a “bell”. I call it “screeching”. After the noise, Daniel strutted over to me happily.
“So are you ready for Friday?”
“Yeah! I have everything prepared!” I smiled at him.
“Great. I guess I’ll pick you up at seven?”
“Sure.”
Everyone was glaring at us. Even the teachers were murmuring amongst themselves. We looked around like, “Go away!” Surprisingly, they got the hint and moved. We split to our classes, each of us hoping this ‘soon-to-be’ gossip filled day would end.
In Spanish, we had an exam that was like, what, forty pages?! It took me forever just to finish the first page! Ms. Garcia called time after six students refused to complete the exam. Luckily, I was the one of the few who concluded it. “Automatically,” Ms. Garcia began, “Shanae, Michael, and Kylie have an A+, because they didn’t give me a hard time with this.” It was really difficult to understand what she was saying because of her strong Spanish accent.
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That night, I lay in bed so excited about Thursday and Friday. The end of the week was just the beginning. Adrianna’s birthday bash was going to be the best ever!

>>>Mother's Day Poem<<<

You're always there for me
Even when times get tough
I'll love 'till the end of time
And I just can't get enough

You cook, you create, you care

We may get messy, too!

But even though you'll get tired

Know that...

I LOVE YOU!

Update on... RANDOMONIA

=This is an update to Randomonia=

We are here to clear the air about Randomonia. Randomonia has cooled down, but new symptoms have occured. Here they are ::

>>>Sing a song in "Simlish"
>>>Damage something so small like an eraser
>>>Do a happy dance every five seconds

They are NOT serious, but are common. Don't worry - you know you have it!

::More Funny Stuff!::

This is a random story - AGAIN! It's another one of those "Had to Be There" moments.

It all started in Mr. Stefanik's art class on Thursday April 30, 2009. . .

We were quietly working on our paintings, chatting amongst each other. ALL OF A SUDDEN a HUGE splash crashed on the floor. A bucket of dirty paint water fell down! Carly was sitting right there, and her skirt got a little wet. Mr. Stefanik slowly walks over, stares at the spill, and calmly said, "How you doin'?"

Funny!

Well, these stories aren't exactly "funny" but you had to be there...

STORY 1 ::

I was on my computer, just sitting, drinking seltzer, when all of a sudden I heard a bump. I said, "Oh, just the wind... or my hardrive." For the next five minutes, I heard it 4 times. I started getting nervous, so I tried to ignore it. Soon after, I see this big black thing that meowed and scared the crud outta me! It was my cat...

STORY 2 ::

Okay, this is pretty sad, but me and my friend made a "How To" video called "How to Be a Rock"... Yeah, I know. It's hilarious though!

STORY 3 ::

When I went to Cirque Du Soliel to see "Wintuk", a lady was getting mean to my cousin, Juliana. She was a little heavy too... So, as she was getting out in the middle of the show to get a refreshment, she tried to squeze through the little path. "Excuse me", she started with attitude, "I'm trying to get through!" "Well, I'm watching a show!" Juliana whisper-screamed. "Aren't you kids supposed to be in school?!" "No", Juliana answered, "We're off." The lady "hmphed" and walked away. Juliana had to switch spots with my aunt. Every time the lady would stare at Juliana, she'd wave and say, "What's up?" It was actually really funny.

Poem >>National Poem Month<<

Imagine...
If there was no war.
Imagine...
If people weren't poor.
Imagine...
All the animals were saved.
Imagine...
The rode to destiny would be paved.
Keep dreaming, never stop
You'll soon be there
That little town you call home
Will reach the top
Where peace is welcome...

Poem >><< National Poem Month

Let Loose, Be Free
You're No Longer On Strings
Time To Follow Your Destiny
Time To Do Your Own Thing

Don't Be Afriad
Fear Brings You to the Beginning
It's Your Life
And Faith is Winning

Wish You Luck
You Know You Have The Knowledge
Be Yourself...
'Cause You're in College...

...

[ Will Be Continued In a Moment... ]

My little humorous poem for college students!