"=D =D =D =D =D" or "Look Out World, Here I Come!!!"

TONIGHT!!!!!!!!

AAAAAAH!!!!! IT'S TONIGHT!!!!! I CAN'T WAIT!!!! I'm soooooo excited, thus the exclamation points, all cap. words, screams, jumping up and down, and excited look on my face!!!!!

We are leaving in about ten minutes!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! This will be my shortest post ever!
BTW, the reason I haven't posted in a while is because I was banned from the computer for a loooong time. :(

See ya'll later! I'm going to a CONCERT!!!!! YEEEEHAW!
~Elated Kiwifruit
okay, I'm not actually going into hysterics or anything, but I am really excited!
Bye bye!

New Poem and Who-rah!!!

Here is a new poem. I wrote it two nights ago, when I was supposed to be asleep in bed. :D Needless to say, I was not asleep. (duh)

Are you unhappy,

And feeling glum?

Are you tired of sitting around,

Being a lazy bum?

Is your life bland,

Like a whole meal of rice?

Then listen to me

And heed my advice.

Just go to a clam

(And do this right quick),

Being near his happiness

Should do the trick!

For a clam, who

(Of course) is elated

Will return the joy

That is so underrated!

(Tired of hearing about clams?

Then tell me another way

To brighten your spirits

Every single day!)

So, there y'are, folks! That makes a total of seven (7) fairly good poems written by me. I've written numerous other ones, but they're all boring and slightly dumb. Or, not exactly dumb, just not the kind I like. I have posted five of my seven good poems here. Do you want me to put up the last two, or are they just rather...dull? Vote!

Guess what!!!! *does a little 'cabbage-patch' and happy dance* We finally *squeals with delight* got the tickets *does a little jig* for the *dramatic pause, broken with happy, excited squeaks* DOWNHERE CONCERT today!!!!!!!!!!!!!! *puts down about fifty-kajillion exclamation points, then takes out most of 'em in consideration for her readers* *grins ear to ear* *can't contain her joy inside anymore, so goes and screams into her pillow* *comes back to type more*


*wonders whether or not to bug Soul Skittles about getting to (possibly) meet Downhere, then decides that she'll save that for later* But I won't forget all the bugging about Glenn Lavender's comment on your blog! Hmph.

Anywho (does it bother anyone that I keep saying that? 'Cause I know a few people who hate it, and I can stop if anyone really wants me to), I'm sooooo excited 'bout it! Owan is going with us, and her sister, and another friend of ours.


(BTW, Owan, I got asked if I was part of your family yesterday. I was talking with Bethany and Emily, and then a friend of theirs was talking with Bethany. When they finished {it was rather entertaining: they started 'arguing', him 'ignoring' Bethany, and she wagging her finger in his face, and then afterwards, neither could remember what they were 'arguing' about}, he asked me "are you one of the [Owan's family's last name]s?" Emily and Bethany, before I could even shake my head, answered for me with, "No, she's a [My last name], spelled the same as ours, but with an extra 's' on the end." Which he thought was very interesting. He said I looked like the rest of your family. So, if you want another sister, adopt me and nobody'll know! =^D)

Anywho (I said it again), I can't wait to go.

I have time to type about one more subject before I get kicked off, so I'd better make it good. Hmmm........

TOTALLY RANDOM FACT OF THE DAY #1:
Did you know........ that according to some scientific research, when asked the best place to meet men, 13% of women say "the post office"? Well, now you know!
I find that odd. The post office? The only males I've ever met there are either thirty plus years older than me or ten years younger. I'd say that if you want to meet a random young man between tenth grade and college age, just go to my Culvers. We were there during lunch hour today, and it was crawling with 'em. Not that I'd do it myself, or even recommend doing that. Huh. Thus ends the Totally Random Fact of the Day.

Now I really need to get off. :(
Reminds me of a song:
You cannot fight the inevitable
It's gonna come,
I fought the la,
And the la won!

See ya!
~Kiwifruit

VBS

I'm doing this at my friend's house (Hi, Miranda) after the first hard day of VBS. Man, those third and fourth-graders are a tough bunch! Talk about worn out, and this is only the first day! Oh, well, I love 'em all! The boys are... well, they're being typical little boys. They don't want to sing or dothe motions, but that's okay. I'm thankful to have other helpers in my group. (Thank you, Other Helpers!) They sit and listen better than they did last year, but some really strange topics came up during craft time. Two of them (brothers) were talking about how they like to eat dog food and arguing a bit over what flavor is best. I really don't know what to think of them! Abbie (Miranda's sister) just reminded me of something else I forgot. They were coloring pictures of a beach scene and surfboards (three surfboards, to be exact). After one girl finished her art, I asked her "Which surfboard would you ride first?" "The pink one, then the blue one, then the green and yellow one." she replied. One of the brothers piped up with "I can ride two boards at once!" and the girl said she could, too. He had to out-do her, of course. "I bet I could ride all three at the same time!"
"You don't have three legs!"
"I'd stack them on top of each other."
"But what if one slips out from beneath the rest?"
They both looked at me like I was crazy. "Superglue."
Ah, yes, Superglue. The most reasonable answer out there. Why didn't I think of that myself??

I need to get off now, I hear supper preparations in the other room and I'm HUNGRY! I'll try and post again tomorrow or sometime. Abbie told me last night that the "computers are turned off and we would not appreciate you turning them on to post at midnight tonight!"
Have a good day, y'all! Pray that I stay patient with these kids! We had 11 of them today, and will probably have a few more tomorrow.
~Worn-out-but-still-happy Kiwifruit
P.S. please pardon any typos. This keyboard is not very friendly to me.