Saturday, July 31, 2010

She Died and Bled Rocks

Stephi's here.
One fine summer's afternoon... three little girls named Stephanie, Poppy, and Katie sat down at the park to rest after a long game of tag. Or something. These little girl's were only 7. Or 6. Maybe even 8. But definitely not 9. And everything became an opportunity for adventure!


So naturally, when Katie told us about the single, bright yellow dandelion she found outside her door a few days ago, we immediately took action. To find Katie's secret admirer. And if we've learned anything from the Princess movies we've seen, its that when you find a dead dandelion in front of the house you share with 4 other people, it's only logical that it's a sign of love. And just as she finished telling us the story, we see Daniel, the boy who lived across from Katie and Poppy. It HAD to be Daniel. There's no one else!



"I SAW him! He put it there on Thursday!"
"I found it on Saturday..."
"I meant Saturday!"
"I saw him sneaking around your house too!!"
"Yeah!! And he had something yellow in his hands!"

Our minds and our hearts were SET on Daniel. We were so convinced it was Daniel, that we planted those little delusions into our little brains.

But we had to test it! We needed proof of Daniel’s love for Katie.

So we made a plan.

It was so brilliantly simple it had to work. So we sprang into action. We only had around thirty minutes before Daniel would come back.

Our plan started and focused on a ring. A rusty ring we found in the sandbox from a previous treasure hunt, with a rose carved in it.

As Katie laid there, on the sidewalk, Poppy and I added the finishing touch. We slipped the ring into Katie's thumb, as the ring was MUCH to big, but it worked, and we stood back to examine our masterpiece like artists.


Katie was on the floor, with her hands folded across her stomach(because that's how all dead people in romantic scenes looked). Red crushed rose petals were stuffed into the corners of her mouth and some were placed in the middle of her chest. To make it look like blood. Dark red rocks were also put on the ground beside her... because that's how dried blood looked like. And we scattered flower petals all over Katie.

"This is gonna be so romantic! Like a funeral!"

And so we waited for Daniel to come riding around that corner.

And there he was!

Me: DANIEL! Daniel! Katie... *fake sob* Katie was... shot. She was shot right in the chest by a man dressed in black. It was all so sudden! But this... *Poppy takes the ring off Katie's finger* this ring was the last ring she ever wore. Ever. It was her favorite ring, and she told us... before she*sniff* left that she wanted you to have it. Her last words were, "This ring... give it to Daniel. My one and only love. Bleh." (apparently "bleh" was the sound of death).

Then he rode away over Katie's hair.

Wednesday, July 28, 2010

How Periods Work... Stephi's Theory

Note: This is a joke, I was feeling goofy. I know how the female menstruation cycle really works.


Every month.... something happens inside a female's body.

That's right. KIDNEY FIGHTS. The hormones in a girl's body makes them extremely moody. And if the person is moody, the kidneys are moody. So they have to let out their anger and moody-ness on each other.
And kidneys are known to be extremely violent when provoked. Especially towards each other.
And they have an epic nonstop fight that lasts from 3 days to a week.

When a kidney is wounded, the body experiences cramps.

The wounds cause the kidneys to bleed excessively, and the blood is drained out through the vajayjay.

So thats why girls bleed from their hootchies. But what can be used to help?

This is where pads and tampons and those cramp pills come in.
  • Pads pick up and absorb the spilled blood. But they don't stop the fighting.
  • Tampons act as a wall between the disputants.
  • Cramp pills emit smooth music that calms the kidneys.
  • Cramp pills and tampons together is the most powerful combination because it stops them from fighting and calms them down.


Tuesday, July 27, 2010

Virtual piss offs.

Stephi Here!

So if you have a Facebook or Instant Messenger... or just anything that allow people to practice the first amendment and you're below 27, you'd probably(hopefully... otherwise this rant-y post would sound bitchy) know someone who has the most... odd statuses.

Okay, I'm going all out now. When I say odd, I mean the stupidest, most irrelevant, unoriginal, smiley face abusive statuses in the world. The statuses that make me want to beat you with a sharp diamond brick.

1. Posting twice. Just so you can be on top of my lifestream.
2. Statuses that have NOTHING to do with ANYTHING.

Nublet van Nubble I totally ate monkey shit and danced with zebras! LOL!11!one1.

3. LOVE QUOTES.

Cheesey love quotes. Especially when they're aimed at no one. AT ALL.

Cheesy McCheeseballs:

If you love something, let it go. If it comes back to you, its yours forever. If it dosent, then it was never meant to be.

I'm sorry Cheesy McCheeseballs...(Who's actually a real person. I just used a different name.) I was under the impression that you're single... for the past 14 years of your LIFE. So unless you're talking about your pet dog going away, I advise you to stop making yourself look like a total douche.

4. Typinggg likeeeeeee thiss because it'ss "cutee".♥

When I see people typing like that, I imagine them with a speech impediment.
But since I know they usually don't, I just get annoyed.


Sunday, July 25, 2010

Eniem's M&M's.

Stephi Here

Until recently, I have thought that Eminem was two people.

I've heard of "Eminem(M&M)" and "Eminem(Eniem)".




and I thought the M&M Eminem was...

I thought he was the guy rapping in the Resses Puffs commercial...

I feel stupid. Stupid and ashamed.

I'll still call him Eniem though. That name's stuck on my brain like a clump of melted M&M's.

How I fight spiders...

Stephi Here...

I was reading Hyperbole and a Half: Spiders are Scary. It's okay to be afraid of them and it reminded me of how I kill Spiders.

Saturday, July 24, 2010

Sleepy.

Stephi Here!

Right now, at 1:18am, I'm typing this from a neighbor's dark living room... THAT I BROKE INTO! Only kidding. he he... heh... It's only a sleepover.

This is because I'm high maintenance when it comes to sleeping. I lose sleep every night because of this problem.

Anyway, I'm at a friend's house for a sleepover. She and another buddie are upstairs on the fourth floor sleeping peacefully after a game of Candyland... with real candy.


My body won't let me sleep though. I'm seriously as tired as hell, but I can't. For you see, the temperature on the thermostat says 80 degrees. I can't sleep unless it's exactly Awesomcular Degrees Celunheit... I mean 74-76 degrees. See what sleep deprivation does to me? I talk nonsense. I THINK nonsense. Seriously, while I was writing the Blankie entry, I dozed off midway, but I was still typing... and I typed sandwich. "...dad said, "Mom and I threw it ... sandwich."

And sitting here in their living room, blogging with her laptop made me wonder... what would this situation be like if I hadn't known them for ten years? Would I be miserably sitting there in a fetal position rocking back and forth wishing I was in Antarctica belly sliding with human friendly penguins?


Still, even though I'm familiar with the household, I flinch at every sound. Thinking it's someone coming downstairs to bust me.

But it's so HOT. It's so friggin hot! And the mac's keyboard is not helping. Every few seconds, my little write-y blinking line disappears. Or it would move up a couple paragraphs. That makes me cranky, which makes me hot, which makes me cranky, with causes the macbook's keyboard's mistakes seem even worse.

PS; Right now it's raining. Rain = relaxing = makes me sleepier = makes me angrier at every little thing.

IT'S SO HOT.

Friday, July 23, 2010

First Blog Entry!

It's Stephi! And this is the S.S. Bigglelog.

Sally and Stephi's Little Blog.
Welcome!

About Sally and Stephi!
We've known each other for 8 years(since first grade!).
We've been friends for 3 years(Sally used to be really quiet and non social).
Sally doesn't like being offended(so I'm probably gonna get in trouble with her later).
Stephanie loves art(I just draw crapishly on MS paint).
We're going to different High Schools, and this blog will us connect!
Stephanie can also be called Stephi.
Stephanie goes to Sally's house pretty much everyday after school.
Sally plays the piano!
Stephi's attempted the violin.

Inspiration!
This blog's style has been inspired by hyperboleandahalf.blogspot.com.
Allie Brosh(*fangirl squeal*) is probably the best blogger in the history of Bloggerville. Hyperbole and a Half is only blog I've ever read, and enjoyed! I actually liked it so much it inspired us to make our own in it's style(We're really unoriginal!). So go check her out if you don't know her yet. But after you do, this one will probably seem like crap compared to that.

So, welcome to our blog! You'll know who's who by the "It's_______" at the beginning of the story.


EDIT: Well, this was the first blog entry... published.
Blogger seems to put posts in order based on when I started/drafted the post.