Lizzy-wa’s Fawesome Blog

ITS ALL WILLY WONKA’S FAULT!!!

earlier, on another blog, i reported:

“UUUUGGGGHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Robot-la!!!!!!! im in trouble!!! cant go to UW!!! i hope you can find somebody else to go. sucks much! i was craving chocoalate! its not my fault! its all HER fault! im completely innocent!!!”

then Vicky-la asked “what not HER fault. who is HER?” so here is my answer:

HER is my evil little sister. ya se…

my mom had a PTA meeting, so she left at 7. at 7:05 i started craving chocolate cuz we were watching Willy Wonka and it was the scene where everythings made out of chocolate rite? so i go to the freezer and get out the chocolate ice cream. then my sis (im gonna call her Cheesecake, her nikname, just in case of stalkers) Cheesecake was all like “you cant have any ice cream! i asked mom before she left!” so i go to call and ask. but she left her phone there.

i thot about it for a second, and decided i didnt really give a cow. so i walk towards the freezer and my sister starts pushing me and elbowing me and cauzing pain to my very existence, all to just prevent me from getting ice cream. she was screaming of course, and i was screaming back. of course. stupid i no, but her screaming and shoving just made me want that chocolate ice cream that much more.

she said “MOM SAID NOOOOO!!!!”"”"”"”"”

so i took a thot for a second, and shot her one of my favorite death glares and said “look. im gonna eat some ice cream, your gonna watch me do it, and if i get in trouble, i get in trouble and your not. gonna. care.”

she looked wary for a jiffy, and then she let go and stepped back, defeated. by then i had realized that the back door was open, my dad was out there working, and he no doubt herd us. i shrugged it off, noing i was gonna get it.

but i had just gone threw all that trouble, so i was gonna eat that dang ice cream. i got it out of the freezer, still glaring, but it was one of my other favorite ones. i took the biggest spoonful i cood manage without having it fall off, and shoved most of it into my mouth, my sister giving me a disgusted look.

of course, noing my sister, i cood see that other look she was secretly giving me beneath the disgusted surface: your gonna get it.

then my dad walked in the door. he asked what was going on and S–i mean Cheesecake gladly told him the story. then he asked me “is that true?” even tho we both new it was. she (of course) gladly left out her violent attempt at keeping me away from the ice cream, but i didnt really care. telling him wood just make things worse.

so he said i was grounded. and now i am. of all weekends. i was quite puzzled when he said “your grounded this weekend”. this WEEKEND?!?!?! what the heck dad! youv lost your edge! he never usually settles for anything less than a month! not only that, but ive never actually heard him say the word “grounded” before. he always uses the term “on restriction”. usually ether from computer, tv, or friends. but never just plain “grounded”.

i figured the lame four word punishment was due to the fact that he new how much i wanted to hang out with Robot-la this weekend. and he really likes Robot-la. he referres to her as “the cute one”. so he probably didnt want to keep me from hanging out with her for more than that. considering we hardly ever hang out. plus, he’s been wanting me to have her over. she’s his fav of my friends. its so pathetic. kinda like Charlie and Alice i spose.

so thats why im “grounded” (such a strange punishment) this weekend. and thats whose fault it is.

-Lizzy-wa OUT!

RETURN FROM THE MAN-EATING DUCT TAPE. *gasps for air*. this *gasp* is *gasp* the *gasp* story *gasp* of *gasp* why *gasp* i *gasp* was *gasp* gone! *gasp* *gasp* *gasp*!!!!!

ok. *gasp*. so i was walkin down the street. just mindin my own busness. not hurtin anybody. just takin a stroll and lookin cool. *winks and does that freeky finger point thingy to some random kid on the street*. WHEN ALL OF A SUDDEN…

KABAM!!! KACRASH!!! KABOOOOOOOOOOMMMMMMM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

out of nowhere, this gigantic roll of flying duct tape the size of montana just flys out of nowhere and smacks me in the head!!!

its all a blurr after that. until (what i later was told was 16 days later) i woke up in a dark alley. yes. A DARK ALLEY. and. surrounding me, were exactly 72 (never a good sign) gigantic montana-sized rolles of duct tape! i used to LIKE duct tape! i thought duct tape was my FRIEND!!! but i guess i was RONG!!! for all of a sudden, i was SWARMED!!! i was so confuzzled! wich ways up?! which ways down?! WHERES THE NEAREST BATHROOM!?!??!!??!?!?!?!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!????????????

i was thrown upsidedown, sideways and threw a loop-de-loop. i was twisted and turned and smacked on the cheek! IT WAS MADNESS I TELLS YA! MADNESS!!!

before i new it, i was strapped to the wall. there was no way i was possibly gonna EVER get down. there had to be at leas 60 (still never a good sign) gigantic montana-sized rolls worth of duct tape strapping me down to the wall! i looked to my left. i looked to my rite. yes. there were only 12 (still not a good sign) gigantic montana-sized rolls of duct tape left. standing before me. watching with weary eyes. weary? i thot to myself. why the heck wood these…MONSTERS be WEARY of ME?!?!? when i was clearly not going anywhere anytime soon.

then i realized they were holding (yes. holding. dont ask me how) candles. the air was thick with the scent and taste of the candles. i opened my mouth. “tastes like…vanilla”, i said allowed. the duct tapes started murmering to each other. (again. i have no idea how that is possible). then i soaked in my surroundings. i looked down, and saw about 39 million (always a good sign) pictures of me. ME?! yes. me. along with *counts candles using photographic memory* 52 (again, a good sign) candles.

my brain slowly processed the information… “A SHRINE!!!?!?!?!?????!?!?! FOR ME?!?!?!? OH YOU SHOODNT HAVE!!!” the duct tapes nodded (by this time i was used to the freekyness of it all). and then they cut me down. this task alone took them an additional 22 days. (lots of duct tape. im sure if you have ever messed with duct tape, im sure you wood understand).

all the while they fed me these odd greyish (yet good) grapes that had an odd (but good) duct tapeish flavoring to them.

overall, it was an adventure i will never forget. but now i am back, safe, and i will post the continuation of…whatever the heck i last rote soon….or when i get around to it…what was it anyways? EXTRAS? … yeah. i’ll keep riting EXTRAS…when i get around to it…

-Lizzy-wa OUT!

SOMEWHAT FUNNYISH. i find it somewhat funnyish that this and my other blog are so lame and my ever popular CHASING MIDNIGHT WEREWOLVES club is so…fawesome. i imagine its cause thats actally a club and these are just normal boring blogs. but still. i find it somewhat amusing. it cood also be the fact that i never actally rite anything on these blogs…i just dont no what to rite about. any suggestions?

 -Lizzy-wa OUT!

i made up the licking nose smiley. Isnt he cute! Ha,i love my silly licky nose man! You may use my licking nose man, all you have to do is no in heart, that he is my creation gone wrong. MR.LICKING NOSE MAN. this is the story. of Mr.Licking Nose Man. :-9

It all started when i wanted to make a sad face. Instead of doing shift 9, i did 9, accidentaly. Then Mr.Licking Nose Man was created!(insert evil laugh here) I tryed to control him but it was flu season.(insert “eww” here) So of course, he had a long tongue, and of course he has a messed up nose, but at the same time, i love him, my Mr.Licking Nose Man. (insert loving “awww” here) But sadly it comes a day were we have to leave him behind, so welcome him now, before he goes BAZERK!(insert scared scream here)

 GO MR.LICKING NOSE MAN!!!!!!!

 -Lizzy-wa OUT! :-9

MY EXTRAS COMPETITION SUBMISSION THAT I COULDNT SUBMIT BECAUSE IT WAS TOO LATE AND IM STILL NOT DONE AND IM GONNA MAKE IT INTO A BOOK:

           The lights of New Pretty Town glowed in the distance. She stared at them longingly. Her sixteenth birthday was on April 13, four days away. And yet, she would never make it there. Never feel the thrill of the non-stop partying and fun. Ugly for the rest of her life.

          Ara looked around. Everybody was ugly. She chose this fate, now she didn’t understand why. Pale skin, far-spread eyes, monkey feet; they were supposed to help them adapt, but they were just making her feel sick.

          She looked up at the stars. They made her feel incredibly small. Billions of stars, just staring at her, almost like millions of eyes. The night was beautiful, with just a little breeze and the perfect temperature for, leaving. She looked down at her monkey feet and shivered. It was just so…not right. And her hands, they were so creepy. With an extra bone in each finger, it made her feel long and off-balance. She curled her fingers into a fist. They bent in one too many places. It felt like she was wearing gloves that were a size too big.

          “Please remove your hover rigs.” Ara jumped. She looked around frantically. It was just Udzir-sensei. Looked like they were taking off soon. Ara turned off her rig. Gravity settled over her like a blanket of rock. She took an unsteady step forward and started un-strapping a shoulder pad, when she was suddenly crushed by something hard and bony. She fell to the ground and let out a grunt. Something was sticking in her side. An elbow.

          The pressure lifted and someone grabbed her wrist. She was pulled to her feet by a boy. Well, she thought it was a boy. He looked at her with those freakishly wide eyes and mumbled an apology before stumbling off, only his left side was still floating. She stared after in his direction.

          People started getting into the ships, Udzir-sensei calling off names. “Takara Aomori please step forward.” At first she didn’t hear him, then he repeated it and her heart started racing. She was still as a rock. Everyone was looking around, trying to find her. Like they ever could. Nobody knew who she was. Her friends chickened out, and her family thought it was “unnatural.”

          Udzir-sensei repeated her name. She sighed and stepped forward.

          “Please remove your hover rig Takara,” he said, calm and patiently. It reminded her of middle pretties back before the mind rain. The only difference was that middle pretties back then didn’t have giant eyes, pale skin, and monkey feet. She scrambled to un-strap the rig. Every eye was on her. Every eye screen flickering, most likely looking up her feed and face rank. She didn’t have anything on her feed, they were a waste of time. And her latest face rank was 847,427. The number sat in the corner of her vision.

          A mumble started in the crowd. She continually heard the words “Aomori,” “Ara,” and “total extra land.” What did they know? Technically they were in Extra land too. She finished taking off the rig and stood up. Her face rank jumped up to 847, 129. “That was fast,” she breathed.

          Udzir smiled and said, “Right this way Takara.” He showed her to the door of the nearest ship. She took three steps toward it, and stopped.

so…whatta ya think…

 -Lizzy-wa OUT!

EXTRAS! WARNING: SPOILER ZONE. this is my official EXTRAS spoiler zone. we will talk about everything and anything EXTRAS. for instince. what was your fav part? what was your worst part? which parts made you cry? which parts made you hurl the book at the wall? did you totlally love the part at the end when Tally and David got back together? i no i did.

so, chat away. i’ll be hear a lot. just make sure you never talk badly about David, or it might get ugly.

-Lizzy-wa OUT!

FAWESOME PHOTOS THAT ARENT MYNE. these are some fotally  fawesome photos that arent about me.

 this ones Cyndy-la with her fawesome flash tattoos and her friend-la:

this ones thes fawesome shoelaces of Maggie-la’s:

hehe. Scott-la signed her shoes!

 this ones this fawesome version of PRETTY Tally-wa that i think should fotally be what she looked like on the cover:

this fotally fawesome photo-shopping was done by Allie-wa!

this fawesome pic is Laura-la in her computer-made shirt that she dreamt up by herself:

and heres this fotally fawesome pic of Liset-la (im not CUTE!) in her fotally fawesome TEAM DAVID shirt:

oh, and for the record, heres me:

so those are all the fotally fawesome pics i can find for now. bye!

 -Lizzy-wa OUT!

SHORELINE SCOTT AND JUSTINE. i jsut met them both today! it was sooooooooooooo fawesome! i went up with my stak of books and the stiky note that said what my name was on EXTRAS. wen Scott-la says “do you by chance go on my blog” and i was like “yeah. like…everyday.” and he was like “i thot i recognized that name” and then he looked at my shirt and was like “do you mind if i blog your shirt” and i was shocked. “yeah. no. uh…go ahead” all the while waving my hands around like an idiot. very unbubbly. then he signed all my books and i went to Justine. then i talked to her a little and she took pics of my shirt. it was so fawesome! then wehn she asked my name, she said that she had read some of my comments. it was so fool! i dont no if he’ll actally blog it, but it was fool anyway!

so go back in time to the lecture. he went on for a while about some friend an some dentist who wanted to put said friend on some five year plan to mak his teeth look good. i think. and he kept bringing it up. it was kinda funny. rather rhizomorphous if ya ask me. but it was funny and i asked a question. i think he heard it rong tho, cause he didnt really aswer it quite rite, but it was fool.

then i came home and i was like WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! to my little brother, sister, and dad. and my dad was like “so it didnt work” and then  i asked what didnt work, and he was like “we thot after yu saw him you would think he was just some dweeb” and i was like “DAD! HOW COULD YOU SAY SUCH A THING?!?!?!?” and then my brother and sister just laughed. then my dad was like “now she likes him even more!”

so that was my fawesome nite. see ya tomorrow!

by the way…this is my fawesome dorky photo. notice the paperclip earring on left ear.

 -Lizzy-wa OUT!