moochi’s blog for bored people

my bday 2day

~moochi ^_^

ahahah just wanted to write this and get it off me (:

awco449 is lemmonade9 and her blog, http://awco449.wordpress.com/ is fake and pointless and she kicked moochi and kach off her worker’s list just because we asked her why she had copied stuff off moochi’s blog and she keeps on deleting everyone’s comments and posts because she doesn’t want to look mean, which is just the way she is

he deleted my comment which said something like “@lydia: how come you know about that? O:”… which means that she was on and purposefully didn’t approve lydia’s commenttttt… she’s so evil i wonder how she’s alive after all the times people have sworn at her xD

my comment-turned-post for the biggest liar in the world =D

~sarahh

im on dw like a few minutes a day so you might not see meeeeeeee xD

but seriously i have 43 missions to do… 43!!! i’d probably give up after like 10 minutes xD

~moo-chay xD

heeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeyyyyyyyyyyyy moochiiiiii xD

how are youuuuuuuuu??? =D

~meh…

Yep. Written by me. Signed by me. I didn’t even feel like wasting any paper for that TRAITOR, but apparently I don’t care enough to talk to him. And just in case you think this “he” is some mysterious boyfriend of mine or something, it’s NOT. Sorry about the caps, but I think I had to do it. And moochi knows him. And probably thinks he’s my best friend or something. wtf.

~Me.

umm… well, i need a bit of imagination for this… there was this weirdo person from some even weirder organization and she came to our school and talked about “family relationships” (ugh) for and hour and a half (it’s a different story that no one listened to her… we were just passing notes around the room) and she gave us this homework thingy (much as i hate to call it “homework”) and it was “MAKE A LIST OF ALL THE THINGS YOUR PARENTS ARGUE ABOUT”… wtf… i’ve never heard my mum and dad “argue” about anything… the most i’ve heard is mum grumbling at dad about things like working too much (“i’d bet my sanity you’ll go gray in the next 365 days”), not sleeping (i agree with her on that… i’ve seen dad go without sleeping for a week “you’re making me seriously doubt that you’re human”) and stuff that people don’t even notice. and dad… i’m pretty sure he won’t say a word if mum tried to murder him… which she won’t probably do

anddddd…. i didn’t write anything on that “list” and the next day i told her i hadn’t heard my parents “argue” about anything and she just made a face and said “they’re clever not to talk like that in front of YOU. ask them tonight” and that really made me mad… but i controlled it but i still said “i can go ask them right now if you want me to…” in my most polite voice.

and that meanie said “i met them this morning. and your father is a total grouch. i’m surprised he even talks to you.” that made me (and more than half the people in the room) giggle quite loudly. well, REALLY loudly. dad… a grouch… wtf… times infinfity… fine, okay, that left me speechless and that person just glared at me… the end… as soon as she left the room people started laughing louder than ever and throwing bits of chalk at me bahahahahaha even dad turned up (you could hear us laughing till block F and we were in block C) to look at the racket and cracked up at the story… i’m pretty sure he’ll invent a new name to call me like “the saint” or something… it still makes me laugh for some reason… bahahahaha i can’t stop… *stuffs pillow*

anyway, CONCLUSION: i’ll have to make stuff up and i can’t think of anything… that’s where moochi (the only person who’s going to read this) comes in xD MAKE IT UP, MOOCHI? PLEASE? PRETTY PLEASE? PRETTY PRETTY PLEASE PLEASE? i’ve tried my best and all i’ve come up with is… really lame stuff. wellll…. the good news is that she’s not going to take the thingys back till friday and the bad news is that that means four more days of her lectures… i’m really going to tell her i’m going to the consellor (who is, obviously, my mum ) coz i need “help” (hopefully she won’t ask me what that exactly is) and bunk over her… it’s worse than sex ed for heaven’s sake! i’d love to swear if this was my blog but since moochi the un-spoilt is going to read this… (*pokes moochi* reminder for the un-spolit )

i’m done :]

~sarahhhhhhhhhh……………

(i say: save the earth, it’s the only planet with orange juice )

http://moochiluvsya.wordpress.com/

~moochi

rawr (^_^)

Okie cookie, now. You just HAVE TO vote or I’m really going to be annoyed… (I know no one cares about that, not even me, but, still… It gives a nice effect xP)

~Sarah says: DON’T call me Kach. Please? Call me Kachie or Sarah or “That annoying girl” or anything, just not “Kach”… Pretty please?

EDIT: Heyyy!!!! Who voted for LANA BANANAA? Comment, random person… Please… Or do you want me to track your IP Address down? :O

Is it just me, or is ourworld actually freakishly slow?

~Sarah

PS. moochi is the best person ever, got that? She’s just AWESOME!

EDIT: HOW COME I’VE STARTED OFF ON LEVEL FOUR?! Shouldn’t it be Level One?

Not going to waste time in babble, seriously this once…

What would you do… if a bunch of ratbag high school popular girls.. voted your dad as “My dream dad”…? *gulp*

Yeah, well, they did… On their blog… It was sooooooo annoying. They alloted, like, 70% to MONEY. They’re obsessed. They’ve got this Anti-Sarah Agenda, and they just start talking about “money” *bangs head on table* ’cause they know I hate it. Okay, well, it was pouring crazy one day, and I got, like, 11 people (that’s sort of my “duty”, to get dad to drop people off in the rain) and so dad got the limo coz there were so many people and there was really no point in getting three cars, one behind another and busying everyone in our house who can drive.

Fine, so dad got the limo. That’s no big offense. You can use any kind of car you own. And YET he gets 10 for that. And then comes style. Which dad TOTALLY doesn’t have. You tell him to wear the same socks twice and he’ll do it without a rant. So dad was wearing his usual “business attire” (I’m pretty sure you know what I mean) and he had to stand out in the rain to wait for us (the school people don’t let anyone in without purpose), and he, OBVIOUSLY, got wet. He gets a 10 for style and an extra 5 for wearing leather shoes and getting them wet without caring. RAWR! (How can someone get 15 out of 10, for crying out loud?!) And they added ANOTHER 5 for being the school TT. Pointless!

And then… *sniffle* comes the “funny” part. I would give dad 7 for that, but he gets 10 just ’cause one day he was crabby and got stuck in the Sydney traffic and when I complained, he snapped, “What do you want me to do? Get a Terrafugia Transition?” and when he’s in a good mood, he starts talking in French (No he’s not French, he’s half Italian, half Australian like Mum)… How come that’s funny? Even a stupid  person like me won’t find it funny…

The last one? CUTENESS! That’s really… I’m trying my best not to swear ’cause I really like moochi…   And… *bang head on book thrice* he got a 10… JUST FOR HAVING BROWN-BLONDE HAIR AND BRIGHT GREEN EYES!  Grr… I’m not going to use caps for this again. I’m not going to use caps for this again. I’m not going to use caps for this again. I’m not going to use caps for this again. Sorry, trying to calm down… My comment on that post (on their *swear word, sorry moochi. I really like you, you know…* blog…) started off something like “So if my 40-year-old-dad looks CUTE to you, I suppose Hugh Jackman and Robert Pattinson just turn you into a marshmallow? How come that didn’t happen when you saw Twilight and Wolverine?”

Right now, I feel like snapping their head off (I know I can’t do that, but what’s the harm in trying?). Really… Dad got 110 out of 100… I’m going to throw up… Feels like it… For the first time in my life… *sigh*

~Sarah (I can’t even remember it… What’s my VW name? Trying to save my laptop and iPod from eternal disgustingness)