Play With My Fish

A lot of my viewers would come to my blog for one purpose only: to play with the fish at the bottom of the screen. When I made the blog, I started playing around with the tools and while playing around, I put these fish on my blog. While converting to the blog style with the super colorful background to the one I have now, the fish stayed. A while back, I checked my views on my blog and the amount of views on my posts. 13% of the views are actually reading my blog posts, and the other 87% are just scrolling down to the bottom to play with the fish. What's the point in even blogging? All it's doing is making it take slightly longer to scroll to the bottom of the page to play with the fish. Not what I wanted my blog to be used for.

I started this blog as an assignment, and it became fun to post blogs. When I started getting tons of views every day, I was excited. People were actually reading my blogs, and they liked them. Then I didn't post anything for a week. One week went, and people were still viewing my page. As I learned more about blogger, I realized that I could see how many times people read my blogs. I was excited to see which blog got the most views. That wasn't at all what I saw.

I saw that people went to my page, but didn't read any of my blogs. To do that, they either stayed at the top of the page and hit refresh over and over again (which wouldn't be that much fun) or went multiple times to play with the fish. I am just assuming when I say that they only go to play with the fish, but who would sit there on my blog page and hit refresh over and over again?

So thank you viewers. Thank you for playing with my fish and not reading my blogs. It means a lot to me.

Here are some people talking to me about my blog fish:

The Ultimate Battle

Yesterday, I was doing my regular business in my room (in my giant cardboard box mansion) and I saw an earwig. If anyone doesn't know this, I am a girl when it comes to bugs in my house. Actually, girls are more brave when it comes to bugs. I freaked out. I saw it walking, and I froze. It didn't know I was there, and I needed to act on it and kill it. But I couldn't kill it. I don't like earwigs. I called for my mom but she didn't respond. This was going to be the most epic battle of all time.

My girlish bravery vs. Earwig
Spoiler alert, the earwig wins.

I ran to the bathroom and I grabbed some toilet paper to grab the earwig. One small problem: IT WAS GONE.

I stood up on the highest point in my room and surveyed the area. I was now a bug ninja and I was going to catch that bug. I saw it walking around on one of the corners of my room. I was going to grow the courage to catch this stupid bug.

I ran over to it and looked at it for a while. I then grabbed the bug through the toilet paper quickly, and then danced girlishly to my garbage pail and threw out the toilet paper. The earwig fell out from the toilet paper and he just laid there. I did it. I actually killed a bug, and I was going to sleep at night without the fear of bugs crawling inside me and having babies in my lungs.

I woke up this morning still proud of the fact that I killed the most creepy creature of all time. I went on through my regular routine and I went to check the garbage bin to view my victory. The earwig was gone. It was demanding a rematch.

"I stand down, I stand down!"

McDonald's

Every day for the last two weeks, I have been going to McDonald's with a friend so that we would win more McDonald's. Since it is a one in four chance of winning, the more we show up to buy something, the more we will win (in our messed up logic). Right after we ordered, we put our stickers on the Monopoly board, and we realized we had all three green stickers on the board. We were so excited because that meant we were going to get a car. We celebrated by eating our McDonald's and we noticed we were running late. We said we would keep the board safe so we could get our car later, and we went off. We started calling everyone we knew, saying we won the car in McDonald's Monopoly, and we kept looking at the board, fantasizing about our new car. We kept calling people as we walked back, and we started making deals: when we could use the car, who would it stay with and when, etc. After we called everyone who would have cared, we couldn't believe it, we won the car. It was worth it, all the money we have spent at McDonald's, all the time waiting in line, how bad all the McDonald's was for us, all the times we were late because we were eating McDonald's, for today. We were going to be late for our class after lunch, but we won a car! We started reading the rules on how to earn your winnings. It was all straight forward. You have to be over eighteen to collect your winnings, and you have to answer a math question to get it. We were having a little party walking down the street, congratulating ourselves for winning a car because we went to McDonald's every day. Then I took one last look at the board before we put it in our locker so no one could take it. I saw one of the board places twice. We put the sticker in the wrong place, so we didn't win the car. We called everybody again, telling them we didn't actually win the car, and we apologized for the false alarm. We walked slowly into our classes, heads hung low, with the reason we walked in late was because we almost won a car.

I hate cars now.

Too Much Information

For those who don't know what MSIP is, it is a class where you have one hour to work on school work. You can also use travel passes to travel to other rooms in the school. The library is one of them. One of the things that the library asks you to do is to put a specific goal at the bottom of your travel pass. They give you room for five words, so I left it blank. The librarian didn't like that. She came up to me while I was working and said I needed to fill that part out for next time.

Instead, I wrote a word document containing 1 600 words and stapled it onto my travel pass.

https://docs.google.com/document/d/15c5fDlXJJEgrLbkfLQGAKwNtbBqxbdxreF5vx3mK7HM/edit


Her reaction to seeing this essay was priceless. I watched as she read it. Her initial reaction was confusion: Why is there a 3 paged essay attached to this travel pass? As she read it she started to laugh at it. Then she started writing on it. What in the world would she be writing on my essay?

When I first wrote it, I thought she would say something like "that's too much, write less for your specific goal." Then after I saw her reading it and writing on in, I thought she would be correcting my grammar. Here's what she wrote instead:

Well... that's a lot of goals! I Hope Robot unicorn Attack won't take too long. Ah, facebook, the scourge of a generation.

And I even got a gold star sticker attached to my essay.

My Bus Driver

When I take the bus home (to my cardboard box), I am forced to take two buses. On the first bus, I have a different bus driver every time. But on the second bus, I used to have the same bus driver look at me with the death stare. Like this:

Now most people would say "OOH LOOK AT THAT CUTE LITTLE DOG!" But trust me, it is so creepy when you get on a bus and see this:

Yes, it is an exaggeration, but she looked at me like that. So I went on for one month, having to see the bus driver give me the stare every time I got in her bus. I had no clue why she looked at me like that. She would smile at everyone else, but as soon as she saw me walk in, I got the death stare. I started watching my every move on the bus. I could not notice anything wrong with what I did on the bus. Was my music too loud? No. Were my feet up on the chairs? Nope. There was absolutely nothing wrong with what I was doing.

After trying to find out what was wrong with the bus ride for 30 minutes every day, I found myself at home. I read over every single rule:

1.      Be respectful of others.
I don't talk to anyone on the bus, and whenever there is an elderly person on the bus I get up and let them sit in my spot.

2.      Do not play music for others.
I can barely hear my own music over all the chatter.

3.      No feet on the seats.
There's never a seat to put my feet up on, and when there is, I never put it up.

4.      No skateboarding on the bus.
I don't have a skateboard.

For one month, I just could not figure it out. I was at the end of my rope, reading over the rules twice every time, and making sure I was following them, but she still looked at me like the angry dog.

After one month, she was replaced. This lady smiled at me like how she smiled at everyone else. Immediately, I loved it. Here's the catch: There was nothing to do for that 30 minutes where I would normally try figuring out why the angry bus driver looked at me weird. I missed the old bus driver.

With my feet up on one of the seats and listening to my loud Goth metal music, I cried inside. There was nothing to do on the bus for that half an hour.

Walls

Not too long ago, I learned from my friend's girlfriend that he ran into a wall and dislocated his knee. That's all I heard. He ran into a wall, and dislocated his knee. Now, being the amazing friend I am, I posted this picture on his Facebook wall:

Within five minutes, I was greeted with, "So I guess you know now" and a little emoticon that looks like an angry face. I asked him what exactly happened.
He was in drama class where he had to pretend to be a bird. The teacher told everyone to accidentally fly into the wall. Before he could accidentally fly into the wall, his knee somehow got dislocated. Due to the pain in his leg, he fell down and hit the wall. He was in a lot of pain. An ambulance arrived and, as he was being assisted into the ambulance, he dislocated his knee once more. As soon as he arrived to the hospital, his family had to fill out forms on why they were there and provide his health information. Once they completed the forms, my friend then had to be moved over to a hospital bed. I could never have guessed what happened next. He dislocated his knee for a third and final time.
By this point in the story, I am cracking up laughing and imagining the bottom half of his leg screwed on backwards. I made fun of him some more and then, after 3 minutes of me making wall jokes and bird jokes, he just goes offline. Again, being the most amazing friend in the world, I write a list of all the lame jokes I can think of about walls and birds running into one another. Ultimately, I decided not to send any of them.
I waited one or two days, laughing every time I passed the drama room. When I saw that he was online again, I struck:

Me: "LOOK OUT FOR THE WALL!"
Him: "not funny -.-"
Me: "QUICK! GET OUT, THE WALLS ARE CLOSING"
Him: "seriously, stop"
Me: "I'm sorry"
Him: "good"
Me: "Please don't push me into a wall"
Him: "you're a jerk"

After that, I decided to leave him alone for a while again. I still laughed every time I passed the drama room and continued telling my other friends various jokes about walls and birds. I decided to message him again.

Me: "Hey, I'm sorry I said those things before"
Him: "you're just going to make a wall joke"
Me: "It's kinda funny if you think about it"

By this point, he would no longer respond to my Facebook messages, calls, or wall posts. I stopped laughing at the wall joke trend I started with my friends and stopped laughing at the drama room. That is, until yesterday, when he messaged me about a song. We talked about music for a while, keeping the whole "birdie" incident out of the conversation, and then he apologized for not returning my messages. He said it was because there is a "no WiFi" rule in the hospital.
We talked, and then he brought up the wall. Him. He brought it up.

Him: "i guess it is kind of funny i ran into a wall."
Me: "Hell yes."
Him: "i just don't like the wheelchair."
Me: "You crippled bird"

He didn't like that. Not one bit. I was cracking up laughing and he stopped talking to me again. I laughed for probably 3 minutes. I started looking at pictures of walls on the internet and I laughed myself to sleep.
I went about my regular routine, laughing as I passed the drama room and giggling when I saw someone look at a wall.

Today, I ran into a door.