CHUCKLES THE WATER CLOWN PART TWO

(Link to Part One Here)
We all fell asleep (which took quite a while) a few hours later, and when we woke up the next morning, it was a beautiful day to go out on the lake.
After getting sunscreened up and putting on swimsuits and such, it was time to go.
My friend Anna has a boat (as I may or may not have already told you) and also a canoe/kayak thing. We decided to start out in the canoe/kayak thing to warm up a bit.
"It's nice out." I said noncommittally. I was still recovering from being....woken up.
"ARE YOU KIDDING ME?!" Anna enthusiastically replied. By now, we had paddled out a few hundred feet into the lake, deep enough that if we capsized we would have to swim. "It's a beautiful day! Perfect for--" When she had said beautiful, she had gestured quite a lot with her arms, and the canoe/kayak thing (which we had named Finnegan (Finnegan was a pedo canoe/kayak)) capsized.
"AAH!" I screeched gracefully (not really though). The water was really, really cold. "O-oh my c-c-cod!" Anna and I were treading water, and for some reason, the story of Chuckles came back to us.
In this lake, there is a type of water-grass thing that is strangely fuzzy and tickle-ee. We had just so happened to capsize in a patch of said water-grass.
We were thinking about Chuckles as the water grass tickled our toes.
We totally, completely, and absolutely freaked out, swimming towards Finnegan the pedo canoe/kayak and climbing onto it. Finnegan had capsized, so were were climbing on to the side that normally sits in the water, and it was really slippery. The paddle was floating a few feet away from the canoe/kayak thing, out of our reach unless we swam for it.
"OH MY GOSH." I yelped. "OHMYGOSH THIS IS REALY BAD."
It didn't help that Nina was swimming out towards us to see if we were okay, or perhaps to play some sort of cruel prank on us.
It turned  out that it was the second option.
When Nina arrived, Anna and I were huddled on top of the capsized Finnegan the pedo canoe/kayak thing.
Since there was an air pocket trapped under the capsized Finnegan, Nina grinned and quickly dove under, ending up under Finnegan but still able to breathe because of the air bubble trapped there.
An eerie voice floated up from under the canoe/kayak thing.
"I have de-cie-ved you~!"
And then Finnegan was pushed over again and Nina had a great time chasing us around.

Yes

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Passive Aggressive Hat War (that may or my not actually be happening)

I have special permission to wear a hat at school, because, well, just....because. I'm special. Just don't ask about it. Most of the staff and teachers know about it, but some of them still don't know that I have permission to wear hats. Some of the people I know also think me wearing hats is 'against the rules,' which technically it is. For everyone else. This causes some harassment and hat-stealing, which really sends me over the edge.
I alost ALWAYS wear SOMETHING on my head, even at home. (Slight tangent: I wear hats so much that I apparently 'look like a totally different person' without them. My good friend Audrey was doodling a picture of me on the bus and even added a hat. It's hard to imagine me without one.)
Anyway, I usually wear hats to school. This combined with the glasses and the almost-constant presence of coffee gives me the nickname "Hipster."
That, however, is beside the point. The point is that I'm currently (probably) in a hat war with some of my fellow students.
They don't have special permission to wear hats, and whenever a teacher sees them with a hat, they're told to take the hat off. Sometimes when this happens, I'm walking with that friend (wearing a hat, of course) and they shoot me a quick glare.  They don't usually say anything, of course, but sometimes they do.
"How come you get to wear a hat?" They sometimes ask.
"Just because." I usually reply, trying to grin cockily. "Because I'm awesome."
Once in Biology class, a boy (who shall remain anonymous) was told by the teacher to tae his hood off.  "Well how come Sara gets to wear a hat?" He asked, seemingly annoyed. Luckily, my biology class is awesome.
"Be cool, ____." Someone said. "Let Sara wear her hat."
Fellow students at this school are usually okay with my hat-y-ness, but, like I mentioned earlier, people steal my hat in class sometimes. This always freaks me out a lot, but I fortunately have very cool friends who understand and help me steal my hat back.
Thanks you guys, if you're reading this. I mean it. Thanks to you and you and you.
You guys are awesome, I don't know what I'd do without you <3

An Inside View as to What Happens to me when I Eat Chocolate

The title is long, true, but this post is one of the most important posts you will ever read in your entire existence. This is big, this is a huge deal.

A HUGE DEAL.

I hope you understand how big of a deal this is. This is from my point of view and it's what happens to me when I decide to eat chocolate. Here is the way my brain works in a step-by-step diagram....

1. I notice the chocolate. 
2. I pretend that I don't notice the chocolate that I just saw.
3. I tell myself that I can't eat the chocolate because it'll bring on the apocalypse/cause acne/take over my mind.
4. I slowly walk over to the chocolate.
5. I study surrounding of the chocolate, looking over my shoulder as well. I need to make sure I'm not being watched and it's not a trap.
6. I make sure it's dark chocolate. If it's not, I scoff in disgust and leave instantly.
7. I again check to make sure it's not a trap.
8. I slowly and carefully unwrap the chocolate.
9. I take a tiny bite out of the corner and let the chocolate melt in my mouth.
10. I lose all control of myself and proceed to eat/make out with the chocolate viciously.
11. My face is usually covered in chocolate afterwords.
12. I usually go through periods of blacking out/extreme spastic-ness followed by complete chillness and relaxation.
13. I pretend that the whole thing never happened.

Wait what's that

Omgz is that chocolate

Oh gog it is keep a poker face Sara

I really wanna eat it now

THERE IS NO HOPE FOR YOU CHOCOLATE

That about sums it up. If anything or ANyONE is in the way when I spot high-quality chocolate, I insist that you get out of the way.

I'm serious, it's for your own safety.

Run.

I usually like animals. Just not when they're attacking me.

As the title quite clearly states, I usually like animals. Actually, I love animals. I have lots of pets that I take good care of, and I'm always ready to donate some of my time and love towards any creature, ever (except for cave centipedes. Those things scare me to death.)
Usually, dogs like me. Only under two instances have I ever been attacked by dogs. Once was by two vicious black poodles (The big ones, not the little ones.) and once was by a half-starved boxer and a pit bull. Surprisingly, I've never actually been bitten by any of these dogs. The poodles attempted to, and the boxer wanted to, but neither of them did.
I think I'll start by telling you the story of the boxer and how my dog heroically saved the day.
Nina (my little sister) and I were told to go take Fuma, our dog, on a walk. We went outside and put her on a leash, and we were off.
We weren't fifty yards from our house when these two dogs came barreling towards us at full speed. Like I mentioned earlier, one of them was a boxer that looked like it hadn't eaten in a week or so, and the other was a pit bull that looked pretty big and had a collar, like maybe it belonged to someone.
I quickly let go of Fuma's leash. There was no way she would be able to hold her own against a boxer and a pit bull. I wanted her to be able to run.
I instantly told my sister not to run, but she was panicked, so she did. She made it to the large aspen tree in our yard and began to climb it.
The pit bull was pursuing her, but it didn't look very aggressive. It was wagging its tail and panting, the hair on its back was down, and looked more like it wanted to be petted than everything.
Nina was safe up the tree, but I had a very aggressive boxer barking and snarling at me. I remained calm, no screaming or running away or anything. I knew that if I began to run, the dog's instinct to chase and take me down would kick in.
I was, at this point, trying to figure out a way to simultaneously teleport me, Nina, and Fuma inside.
The boxer was beginning to get more aggressive. It was growling, barking and snarling, and it was kinda making these little half-lunges at me.
At about this time, Fuma, my awesome dog, jumped between the boxer and I. To my surprise, she drove the vicious dog back from me. The boxer and pit bull were obviously intimidated, and they ran off, giving Nina, Fuma, and I the chance to run inside.
Don't believe me?
Ask me in person.

Riding the Struggle Bus (Me complaining about Volleyball)

Actually, I don't think I've talked about volleyball ONCE on this blog, which is surprising, because it's called "Hilarious Volleyblog."
You want me to talk about volleyball, you say? You want to know of my adventures, you tell me?
Fine, but this ain't gonna be pretty. Consider yourself warned.
As I may or may not have mentioned in an earlier post(I'm too lazy to go back and check), I'm sick. Still sick. I really don't want to go to volleyball because:

1. I can't breathe out of my nose
2. I seem to be sneezing out of control
3. My throat feels like I gargled acid, nails, and sandpaper at the same time
4. I feel like I have a fever
5. One of my ears is blocked, so I'm dizzy
6. This was just to make six (my lucky number).

Can you imagine me trying to play volleyball? I'd probably make a fool of myself. And probably make a fool out of someone I may or may not run int--

oh fantastic. Dad's gonna make me go anyway.

I may as well get ready for two hours of torture. Although I usually like volleyball and practicing, today.....just no.
(Update: Oh wow, he actually didn't make me go after I made it known to him the sheer amount of misery I was feeling. Yay! Now I get to....
Study.)

Okay, so I was wrong about the super bowl.

I admit it.
Sue me.

Also, I am sleepy, so don't blame me for the awful quality of this picture.
If you do, I suppose I don't mind if you sue me for that, too.
Whatever.

SUPER BOWL!!!!!!!!!!!

Truthfully, I'm not too excited. I mean...

Broncos Vs. Seahawks?
Ugh. Although I'm not a huge fan of the actual Superbowl, I kinda like the commercials. The ones last year were, admittedly, pretty great.
Now, I think I'll doodle some of MY versions of Broncos Vs Seahawks.
By the way, I'd bet the Broncos win.
I'd bet.
Ooh, watch as I'm right.
That would be sooooo cool.
Psychic.

Also, which one do you like better?? I made two.

I had to look at the logos for like, five minutes to do this. So you'd better be impressed!

THIS PICTURE

'Nuff said

(Update: Oh wait, I also found this:

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For all you beliebers out there.....

Stop reading my blog. I'm not sorry, I'm serious. 

GO.

AWAY.

Technology Vs Unicorns and a few other random thoughts!

First for the boring part. Don't worry, I'll get through this pretty quickly.
So, I've been thinking a lot lately. I know, big surprise. Haha. Very funny.
Right, about the thinking. I've been thinking about technology. I know that sounds strange, as many of us have technology in our every day lives. I'm sure that almost every single child at this school uses technology every day, in fact. If you're reading this blog right now, you're using technology.
Humans have been developing this world and its technology almost faster than we can keep track of. Remember back in 2010, when there was no iPhone 5c? Or even an iPhone 5?
Wait, what version of iPhone were we on beck then? Did we even have Kindle Fires?
LOOK AT THIS TIMELINE I FOUND

Wow, this is kinda scary.

Look at that. Just look at it.
Okay, now that I'm done marveling about humans and their brains, let's talk about something else.
Something cooler. Something more profound. Something far more...sinister.
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UNICORNS!

But wait. This isn't just ANY unicorn....
IT'S A RAINBOW UNICORN!

Ooh, it kinda looks like Rainbow Dash from My Little Pony. I bet I can make it an Alicorn Rainbow Dash! (For those of you non-fans out there, that means that it'll be a blue unicorn with wings.)

And that, my friends, is how to draw Rainbow Dash as an Alicorn.
Wait, it's missing something! A background!

There we go. :)

Turn in next time for....uh, something.

--puffin out--

Some of my Actual (Non-Digital) Art (I don't know why, but I thought you'd be interested.)

So, I know that if you're a regular on this blog (yay for you!) then you know that I draw. A lot. As you know, I have told you before that my drawings on the computer are so much worse than my actual drawings. I'm gonna prove this to you, RIGHT NOW. Like, now. Just read a few more filler sentences. Okay, almost done. Here we go.

This is a picture I drew on Paintbrush. True, it has color, but it's not as detailed and precise. 

I'm sorry about the bad quality, but..yeah. I drew this. Same cat. 

I had a Dream about my Blogyguard

I was in your dream.

I had a dream about my blog last night. The dude in the picture above was talking to me. "Let me be your blogyguard," He said in a really high voice. "It's like a bodyguard, but for your blog." I raised my eyebrows quizzically (still talking about the dream, you guys. Bear with me).  "Uh," I mumbled. "Uh, okay." The monster was, like, really big, perhaps eight feet tall. He was about the size of a grizzly bear.
After talking to the eggplant-colored monster dude in my dream, I walked around the rest of the boring grey space. It was really boring. I spied a small purple square in the distance, and I was psyched, because purple is my second favorite color.
As I walked towards the square, it grew larger and larger, until I was in a flat purple space instead of a flat grey space. I spotted a brown-ish gray-ish speck in the distance and walked towards it.
I came to this dude:

Bear in a Suit

and as you can imagine, I was even more puzzled than before. Before I could say anything to my dream-bear, though, he spoke in a strangely British accent.
"Are you really going to allow that unsophisticated hunk of fur be your blogyguard?" Obviously, this guy was more awesome than the aforementioned unsophisticated hunk of fur.  His accent sounded, like I said before, British, kinda like Will Turner from Pirates of the Caribbean but a deeper voice. By this time, I was seriously impressed, not to mention still pretty confused. After all, this bear in my dream was wearing a suit.

A
SUIT.

What goes on in my subconscious? I don't really want to know.
The bear in the suit bowed to me, grinning.  "Thanks very much, friend." He mumbled, then stood. "And by the way, call me Griz."
And it was about then that I woke up.
Strange, huh?
Yes. Yes it was.

Cats Vs. Dogs, Canines Vs. Felines: A scientific survey

The age-old question is about to be answered. I'll give pros and cons from each viewpoint. If you want, you can even vote for your favorite furry four-legged friend (alliteration!) in the comments. 

I'll base the winner off the comment votes.

May the odds be ever in your favor, friend! May the best mammal win!

Cats

Pros

• Cats are very smart. 
• They're independent. 
• They don't have to be walked. (This could also be a con, I guess.)
• Kittens are darned adorable.
• Cats (some of them? I don't have a cat, I wouldn't know...) tend to be pretty cuddly. 

Cons

• Claws.....'nuff said. 
• Litter boxes.
• Hairballs
• I've heard from several cat-owner friends that cats can be arrogant and standoffish...I have no idea, but it seems like something they would do... 

Dogs

Pros

• Sheer adorableness of puppies
• You can walk them!
• No litter boxes!
• They are super loyal. 
• They will attack a burglar if they try to rob you!

Cons

• They chew on stuff.
• Drool.
• Sometimes they bark annoyingly.

I'm sorry if you don't like those things, that's too bad. It took my forever to make this post, and I don't plan on adding to it.

Don't forget to vote!

PS:

Also, Canines and Felines can be tigers or wolves...remember?

Or, you know, a tiger wolf.

Picture credits go to forums.furtopia.org

Wow, this is pretty cool.