Tyranny in the Cafeteria

Yesterday, as we were eating our lunch in relative normality, Our little table became a bad example for new governments. I'm looking around, and everything seems normal. I read a paragraph from "Wicked," the book I'm reading now, then look up again. The first thing I see is the lunchroom supervisor, Pete (all names changed to protect the guilty) standing across from me at the table. The first thing out of his mouth was "Who threw it?" He said this with an air of "just tell me now, and nobody gets hurt." I, not having seen anything thrown, was rather confused by this. And I told him so. As soon as I was finshed telling him that nothing was thrown, he said "Uh huh. Who threw it," sounding bored and unbelieving. Next to me was Sara, a sixth grader who could eat a horse in one sitting (not that she's fat-in fact just the opposite). She was lapping up maple syrup straight from the container, a treat that she only gets on Brunch for Lunch day. About five seconds before Pete had come over, she had lobbed a syrup container (about one square inch) to one of her friends, who was standing where the evil Pete was now. Apparently Pete saw this two-foot lob, and guessed that some lunchtime insurrection was about to take place, because he just kept on asking who threw it. Everyone within two seats from Sara denied seeing anything thrown, yet Pete wouldn't leave. At long last, thinking that it was better just to confess to a misdemeanor, Sara admitted to lobbing the syrup a whole two feet across the table. She was immediatly taken away to eat lunch at Pete's desk, which is very near the doors of the caf.
This, sadly, is not the only example I can easily bring to mind showing the evilness of Pete. I sit down at the middle end of the 8th grade girl's table. For some reason--no sarcasm intended--Pete has singled us out and spends much of the lunch period standing at the end of our table, looking for minor infractions. Because there are about 14 of us, there is not always enough room to sit at the table. Because of this, some people stand. One girl was standing at the end of the table, and she was given recycling duty for a week. Now keep in mind that we are at the fourth table from the door, so there is no possibility that she could have been causing a traffic problem. Sitting at the ends of the two middle tables is a problem for that very reason, seeing as the lunch line goes right past the end of the table. But no such problem exists at our table.
Why, oh why must all lunchroom supervisors be evil? Why must they punish us for breathing? Why do we put up with it? I will never know.

Change of Address!

Hi everybody. I recently decided that the URL of my blog is way to long and wierd, so I'm gonna change it. And, without further ado, the new URL is........
http://alittlejenesequa.blogspot.com
The phrase "Jene se qua" translates literally to "I don't know," however in most contexets, say "It has a...jene se qua" would mean "It has a little something special, but I can't really put my finger on it" or "It has a little something special, but I can't figure out how to say it"
The URL will be changed on Monday, so get your links changed by then.

This Cool Survey Thing

I was visiting a random blog, and the blogger had been "tagged." That ment that she had to complete a survey, then name four other people that she would "tag," and they would have to do the survey to...So I thought it might be a cool idea to do that to! I'm copying the survey exactly (minus the answers, duh), and everyone I tag willl have to do the same.


Four jobs you have held:
1. Guild Secretary
2. Library Assistant
3. SSC Graphic Artist (Student Services Committee)
4. Um...I was almost a daycare assistant for a summer camp at the Jewish Community Center, but hardly anyone signed up. That really restored my faith in society, seeing as it was a service camp (pulling ivy, planting trees, feeding the homeless, etc.)

Four movies you can watch over and over:
1. The Lord of the Rings (all three)
2. Pirates of the Caribbean
3. The Princess Bride
4. House of Flying Daggers

Four places you have lived:
1. Seattle
2. Washington D.C
3. Another house in Seattle...
4. Dang it! That's all the places I've lived! Although if you count my cousin's house in Greece for a week...We weren't in a hotel so that must count for something! Only not.

F0ur TV shows you love:
1. The West Wing (best show ever!)
2. Mythbusters
3. Saturday Night Live
4. SCTV

Four places you have been on vacation:
1. Greece
2. London
3. Louisiana (the spring befor Katrina, Rita, and Wilma...)
4. Hawaii (big island and Maui)

Four websites you visit daily:
1. Hotmail
2. Zoo Admin
3. Blogger
4. Gmail

Four favorite books:
1. To Kill a Mockingbird
2. The Bartimaus Trilogy (It's way better than Eragon, but somehow didn't get any publicity...)
3. The Lord of the Rings
4. Wicked

Four places I'd rather be:
1. In a bookstore
2. In Hawaii
3. Dancing
4. Hanging out with friends from camp ('cause I haven't seen them in a while)

Four of my favorite foods:
1. Pasta
2. Chicken Potstickers
3. Cheese Quesadillas
4. Grilled Chicken

Four people I am "tagging" with this survey:
1. Ahaneen
2. Almaseer
3. Sam
4. Bowels

The Great Totla

When I originaly typed up Steven-Occupation: Treasure Hunter, I accidentally typed "totla" instead of "total." Wabson latched onto the word "totla," and insisted that I write the sequal to Steven's story, something about the Grand Totla. So here goes.

When Steven's "friends" returned from the Far North, they realized that one of them would have to have the job of telling Steven's son, Steve, that his father was dead. Timmothy voulenteered for the sad, sad job. There is one thing you should know about Timmothy. He has a bit of a speech problem, which causes him to sometimes mix around the sounds in a word. When he went over to Steve's house that night, he was feeling rather nervous, which always aggravates his speech problem. After describing the journey to Steven, he was feeling rather angry. He began to rant about how they had seen a grand total of zero movies, and he felt that they should have seen at least three for their effort. However, Timmothy was having a bad night. Instead of the word "total" he said "totla." Steve thought he heard that Steven's friends had seen the grand totla. Being and imaginitive-if not very bright-fellow, Steve immediatly decided that the Grand Totla was a rare Arctic bird. He also decided that if he could catch one, he would be the richest, happiest man alive. Being rather stupid, he did not think to gather any of his friends to go along with him. As soon as he hit snow, he fell over into a snow bank. Due to the large ammount of gear he had tied to his back, he could not get up. He died later that night. A cruel god dropped some expired movie tickets onto his frozen chest as a treat for anyone who found him. No one ever did. The End.

Well, that was depressing.

Steven-Occupation: Treasure Hunter

Here's a little story I wrote, using some required vocab words.
Steven was a lowly fellow. He lived in an apartment in a small city, and had a low wage job. He was in a rut. But one day, he happened upon a strange man. The man had a large ammount of white hair, in the form of a balding head, a beard, and a moustache. The man told Steven of a great many Tantalizing Riches to be found in the Far North. So Steven gathered together a group of his lowly friends, and together they set out to the Far North to find the Riches.
None of them had any proficiency in the area of finding Tantalizing Riches, and so they wandered for days. When they finally happened upon the cave said to hold the Riches, Steven and his friends discovered that the strange man had greatly distorted the prize. Instead of the piles of gold he described, they found only several movie coupons. In a fit of pique, Steven's friends killed him and left him in the cave. They took the coupons and saw a grand totla of zero movies, because they turned out to expired.
The End
Can you find the vocab words?
There is an unwritten law that all "Using the Words" stories must end with someone dying, or they are no good.

Trivial Questiion:
How many cups of chocolate was an Aztec king said to drink each day?

Quote:
"What? A lion!?"
-The wife of O. Henry, master of the Suprise Ending. From an SCTV skit entitled "The Private Booth"

Wait...Oh, yeah!

I just remembred that I didn't answer the trivia question from a bunch of posts ago. There are about 525,600 minutes in a year. The song "Seasons of Love," from Rent features this fact prominently.
COMPANY
525,600 minutes, 525,000 moments so dear.
525,600 minutes - how do you measure, measure a year?
In daylights, in sunsets, in midnights, in cups of coffee.
In inches, in miles, in laughter, in strife.
In 525,600 minutes - how do you measure a year in the life?
How about love? How about love? How about love? Measure in love.
Seasons of love.

SOLOIST 1
525,600 minutes! 525,000 journeys to plan.
525,600 minutes - how can you measure the life of a woman or man?

My little Pet Peves

Since I'm bored, I'm gonna make a list of stuff that buggs me.
People who talk really loud when they are on the phone
Knowing what someone is about to say, but they keep going. (I wish everyone could just read my mind. Life would be easier that way. Only then I couldn't think bad things about people, so that woudld be bad.)
When people take offense at the littlest things, which aren't even supposed to be mean
Thinking you have everything organized, but then you lose something
Drama newbies. Everyone should come into 6th grade having done drama at least four times.
Internet safety. Just because some crazy person is out there, do I really have to be inconvenienced?
Stage Mothers. "Well, my daughter learned a new reel step, but I didn't think she was quite good enough to compete in it, so I wouldn't let her do it at the competition." I actually heard this once. I kid you not.
That's all I can think of right now.

How could you resist?

So I was online, doing some research stuff...And I was on Wikipedia. I realized the strange principles of the Wikipedia. I mean, couldn't someone go to an entry on Antarctica, and post something strange like "Well, I swam with the lemures in the warm, equatorial waters off the coast of Antarctica." I realize that that would be dextructive to the Wikipedia community/aim thing, but I still find it strange that nobody has done that yet. I was reading along, on a completely unrelated topic to the one I was researching, and I come along a link to a page on the "satsuma rebellion" I kid you not. Of course, I had to come up with a fitting story for this "satsuma rebellion."
Once, a long, long time ago, back when Australia was a colony of Bulgaria, and New Zealand was devoid of sheep, the succulent satsuma was the main export of Slovokian New Zealand. Back then, the now tiny satsuma was as big as a soccer ball. The giant satsuma trees hung heavy with the succulent citrus.But then, the evil king placed a tax on every pound of satsuma exported from Slovokian New Zealand. And so, all of the satsuma growers moved down to Bulgarian New Zealand, where they could grow their satsumas free of tax. The evil king, who had already spent the expected procedes of the satsuma tax, fell into debt, and Slovokia perished, at least for a little while. The End.

Oh, and I started a story blog, about a girl during the French Revolution. It's at http://bernadettesstory.blogspot.com