Dog

My dog isn't stupid, exactly. In fact, she's rather smart. She just lacks social skills, I guess. She's always getting in the way, and I tend to trip over her a lot.
Then again, I tend to trip over everything a lot, but that's besides the point.
(Then again, this blog is all about tangents, no? I suppose I can elaborate on the extent of my tripping.)
Just last night, I fell down the stairs, twice, and broke the handrail when I tried to catch myself. At four o' clock in the morning this morning, I fell down a different flight of stairs.
Unfortunately for me, my house has three flights of stairs. The most hazardous ones are the ones leading to the basement, though, because they're the longest.
I can't help it, I'm having a growth spurt and my feet sometimes don't listen to my head. Don't judge.
Right, before this whole tangent began, I was talking about my dog. She looks like this:

A lot like the Hyperbole and a Half dog, I know. I even named my post similarly. I swear I'm not making this up. My dog legitimately looks like this.  Just ask Maddie. I'm not ripping off Hyperbole and a Half. Promise!
Anyway, Fuma is nice. She really likes milkbones, leftovers, and sleeping in the sun. She also really likes stepping on my foot, for some reason. She needs to learn some doggy manners, of course, but she knows lots of tricks, and she used to know how to open the door as a puppy. Yes, our door. The one with the knob.
She forgot, though, luckily.
Welp, I thought I should introduce you to Fuma. She's kinda clumsy, but adorable.

.....Bye now!

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Okay, I'll admit it.
I have no idea what to title this post.
I'm so, so, so very sorry. I really am. I promise I'm not being sarcastic.
I suppose, since I have nothing else to do, I should introduce you to Markus. Markus is a monster, obviously. He only exists in my imagination, but he's awesome. If you've seen the other pictures I've drawn, Markus is the third one down. I'll also put him on this post, if you're too lazy to click the link.
Like I've mentioned before, Markus is totally, completely, and absolutely the product of my imagination. He doesn't exist anywhere else. He was my best friend in Sixth grade, and he technically does whatever I ask him to do. Like, if I told Markus to eat this person that I hate, or give Wesley a piggy back ride, he'd gladly do so. No questions asked.
I guess I should put some pictures of Markus on here!
Wait, first I need to ask him to say hello. Say hi please, Markus. And be polite.

Why Markus. That's hardly polite. You need to learn some manners. Perhaps I should send you to a manners school of some sort?

Markus, I'm simply horrified of your manners today. Go away this instant. NOW.

WHY MARKUS! HOW DARE YOU! GO TO YOUR ROOM THIS INSTANT AND THINK ABOUT WHAT YOU'VE DONE!

Finally. I'm very sorry, usually he's much more polite....

Holiday Stress and Paper mache

Again, I gave away most of the content of this post in the title. I think it's quickly becoming a habit, but I think it's hardly a harmful habit. In fact, I find it useful. For example, if you want to read a post about certain things, you'll just have to look at the title. Easy as pie. Or perhaps even easier.....easy as cupcakes.
Cupcakes are very easy.

Hey: if you like this picture, check out the other pictures I have drawn! They're on my blog too!

Part One: Holiday stress

As many of you know, holidays can be.....downright scary. Being a procrastinator during the holidays is even more terrifying.
I'm usually pretty swamped with homework, but I have enough time that I can make or buy gifts. However, I cherish my free time, and long story short....I usually put off the gifts until the last possible minute.
In the back of my head, though, even now as I'm writing this blog, I'm thinking about how I really really need to get started on my holiday shopping/giftmaking. It's as stressful as heck, because I know I need to be writing this blog, too, and then there are some tests I should be studying for, and I need to spend quality time with my family and sister...
I should really go do that. Get a head start on the gifts.
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Right after this post.

Part Two: Paper Mache

I know, I know. The proper spelling is papier mache, with fancy accents that I'm too lazy to add. I promised my friend Janelle (sorry if I spelled that wrong) that I would blog about this....so here we go.
I'm in an art class with Janelle during First Period. Right now, we're doing paper mache. We've been working on this project for a few days now, and it's really super fun.
Janelle's making an awesome owl. Me? Why, I'm making a veloSIRaptor. Named Rufioh. That's right. I'll put an ACTUAL picture on here when I'm done.
Anyway, we sit next to each other, and we have a pretty great time in art. We make jokes and have a great time. I wore aviators in art and brought Wesley today, it was really pretty fun.
Inside joke: glue is a conspiracy. O.O

Also, I commented on someone else's post. Here, I'll even put a picture on!

I try to think of myself as pretty funny, even though this post isn't one of my best.
I promise I'll do better next time!
It's been fun!
Bye now!
Byeeee!
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GO AWAY.
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