Doctor Sonja

Here is a video where my little sister talks about things. (in the comments)

green eggs.

time is screwed up here.
I cannot believe how fast this is. But about two minutes ago, the scarecrow posted, and gave us away. Argh. Looks like I'm on my own now, partner.
And thanks for the invite to the blog. I might come. Wednesdays, right? I don't know if I should, would be weird. How was your christmas break? We've got a bit left, use it wisely.
If she told you guys stuff I might as well go ahead and do the same. I am the more random one. well I was. Now, I am the only one, seeing as the last post was a resignation from my other half. And since I am on my own, I don't know if I'm posting again anyway. I do not want to stand alone in dangerous fields. This might be goodbye. Maybe not. Write to me, I'll respond, but otherwise...



Bye.
Sincerly, ThE sCaReCrOw. (The guy)

The Scarecrow

I don't have anywhere else to put this. I'm bored. ANd tired. I kinda want to stop posting here, I kinda want to stay. Here is a list.
I miss summer.
I miss when life was easy, or easier.
I miss my friends.
I miss my old friends. They ditched me. But I really miss them.
I miss childhood.
I miss mittens.
I miss cartoons.
I miss fighting hard to stay up late.
I miss good movies.
I miss the sun.
I miss elementary school. Sometimes.
I miss green walls and creaky wood floors.
I miss innocence.
I miss Christmas cheer, even though it was only a few days ago.
I miss the excitement of staying home from school.
I miss 51 ahead of time. A little.
I miss picture books and board games and dolls and toys.
Wow this list is a little bit depressing, so here is a happier list.

I like strawberries
I like snow days
I like sun days
I like water
I like pillows.
I like good movies and books and tv shows and things in life.
I like reading.
I like writing.
I like imagination.

I almost told you who I was. I almost did, I deleted it. Okay I'm going to tell you some things.
AH maybe not.
OKay. "THE SCARECROW" is two people. A girl and a boy. I am the girl.
it wasn't my idea to post on this blog, it was his.
I'm not coming back to the blog. Well maybe to read, but not to write. I feel really weird about this. oh god my partner in crime is going to kill me.

-THE SCARECROW

simple

- i hate boys
- i hate walking
- i hate taking the bus
- i hate making myself food
- i hate people who are mean
- i hate food that is sweet and savory
- i hate sterio types
- i hate fake maple syrup
- i hate when people ask me if they look ok
- i hate dictators
- i hate fake ocd's
- i hate controlling friends
- i hate traveling a lone
- i hate the song "Im a lil drunk and i need you now"
- i hate my schedule
- i hate getting sick
- i hate unripe fruit
- i hate people that cut you off
- i hate when your right but i change the answer on your test
- i hate eating a lone
- i hate being cold
- i hate not bringing money to lunch
- i hate mooching
- i hate meat
- i hate when baking goes wrong
- i hate making myself smoothies and theres huge chunks of ice in it
- i hate capitalizing
- i hate cheesy poetry
- i hate lyrical dance
- i hate fur coats
- i hate shots
- i hate aqwardness
- i hate math
- i hate numbers
- i hate homework
- i hate anonymouses
- i hate tattle tales
- i hate child prodigies
- i when the toilet paper runs out
- i hate when you need a key to the bath room
- i hate being stood up
- i hate competition
- i hate war
- i hate horror movies
- i hate grease 2
- i hate dramatic trailers
- i hate breaking my pencil lead right after i sharpened it
- i hate waking up early
- i hate sweating
- i hate gym class
- i hate when teachers "are always right"
- i hate when smart people get things wrong

-i love a alot more than i hate

Dear Scare Crow

Please read our info box. It may be informative to your lunch schedule.

Thanks, Mario and Bruno <3

Unscrambelling

Y'know mister scare crow, i've never been good at unscrammbelling things like such. As for Charlie Brown he's a hopeless loser i agree. Nothing of the such that isin't worthy of an opponent. Like Popeye. Popeye could beat the crap out of linus, woodstock, and charles any day. Yes, even christmas. Cotton and Smith are my hands, Lucky and Jazz are my rats. Do you have any pets? I also have a mouse who is a murderer. His name is Murder Mouse and he is really fat. I also have a dog, a cat, a lizard, a cow, 5 chickens, and a horse. My name is Murtha. What is yours?

Decode THIS

leaves of three, let it be.

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- the scarecrow

We're off to see the wizard

Nothing that should worry you
nothing you should fear
only listen closely
if you know what's coming near.
This comes from quite close to the heart
yet still not far from ear.
Tis nothing, nothing at all concerning
nothing you should fear.

Don't you charlie brown me lucky and jazz. Linus and Woodstock were always my favorites.

How is the blog going? I seem to be the only regular poster now, which is weird. I hope you decide if I should stay or go. Did I ever tell you I play kazoo for a living? I make 100,000 dollars a year for it. I'm pretty good.

What's your favorite TV show Jazz? I hear lucky's is the today show. or the tonight show. Or the late-night show, I don't know.
Oh jeez I am bored.

Talent? How is talent, you say? I hate mine. Wish i could transfer into anything, anything, even if it was chorus or photography or band...

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Dear Sir Scarecrow,

A fan of oliver and Company i see, me too. Ain't nothing better then poor oliver beggin' for more soup. As for the songs, i can live without 'em. Y, tu? Anyways i see you've got good taste between Dinosaurs, humans, and the thanksgiving day parade, charlie brown! That stuff is frickin' classy man y'know? You saw our poster? on the second floor? I made it and pretty darn well if i do say so myself, it caught your eye ,huh? And even in the rush of the 2 minutes you have to get to your next class? or maybe after school? In the morning? You have a keen eye my friend, even i might not even caught that. So how 'bout some small talk. Hows talent? Mine im not so fond of.

I hope you see this mister for if you dont you might not even be respectable enough to get a second serving of that soup.

Yours Truly, Lucky and Jazz

Sharing is for tourists, kid

i'm on a boat. Sailing away, in the deep blue sea. Swim so high, swim so free. I keep on getting carried away. Okay. I see a lighthouse far ahead and yell "captain, the light has been shed! We are free! We are safe! Finally!" and the crew goes "YEAH" and the captain says "arr, good job mate!" And we sail away toward the light of hope.
We get there, yes we do, but turns out that was no light of hope. Twas infact the light of death. Yes, that is right. We sailed our ship right of the edge of the world. We plunged down, down down, into the darkness, me and that ship, we did. With a crash and a boom we hit the cold stone floor, yes the floor of the darkness and doom. I yelled up to my captain " I reckon we're alive! Hurrah!" And the crew goes "YEAH" and the captain says "arr, good job mate!" and we get out of the ship and walk to our fate.
So we get to the edge of the edge of the world, a cliff a recollect, a great fall. No, no one fell down that, except Bucaneer McGee, I reckon he was askin for it, yes he asked indeed. I said to me captain "aye, what say you cap'n? What shall we do?" And the captain, he said "Mate I'll tell you what to do. Go climb up, up back into the world. Find of some rescue, or I'm through with you!" I asked "what are you saying sir?" and with that he replied: I'll tell you, oh I'll tell you alright. He gave me a great shove, and down, down I fell. Plunged farther and farther, like falling into a well. I fell till I hit ground, this time my homes ground. Oh joy to the world! I have returned!
So I went to get help for the great captain Smeed, but instead I found a device, a strange one indeed. I opened the device, and saw a strange image, strange image twas there twice. It read:
NEW POST, yes that's what it said. So with all of my good thinking I clicked it and hear, I pushed strange letter buttons; pushed a story not mere. Yes I told the grand story, not to be found in the sea, yes I told the great story of the deep blue sea.

-The Scarecrow. <3

From the Scarecrow

So. Love and hate, huh? Been there done that. Since I know how your feeling, Ima make a deal.
You decide. Love or hate. You let me post (not very often) in my anonymous-random way and we can be cool, no more freaky threats or letters. Or I can leave. Never look back. To be honest, I don't want to ruin this blog for you. If you pick hate over love, I'll stop. Don't want things getting out of hand, ay lion?

I would like to point out that you've got two scarecrows on your hands. I posted the first frizzle-mobober. Two (or three) of the posts are not from me... looks like one of you does impressions.

These are pretty funny aren't they?

Oh. P.S I saw your freaky green poster with MY NAME on it on the second floor. Or third floor, don't remember. Didn't your mama ever teach you to not give out personal info? I mean MY NAME on a poster in the hallways. Waz up with that?

I LOVE YOU and HATE YOU too. <3 The Scarecrow (bit better than the blankity-blank frizzle, ay?)

P.P.S say hi to the cowardly lion for me.

P.P.P.S I call the me-impersinator the Cowardly Lion

To The Scarecrow

I LOVE YOU
I HATE YOU
We really want to know who you are...
BUT DON'T TELL US!
Some of us want to change the password so you can't post anymore
but some of us like it, and think your interesting!
At least one of us is stalking you presently.
I see you.
TURN AROUND
see me? I'm invisible!
kaythanksbye

monkeys

if you think about it
monkeys share 99.something the sane Dna as us so you are almost a monkey, you are almost a monkey everybody is almost a monkey!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! (see how I took that from Opera)

life

what is the meaning of life? please respond...

Theoretical reasoning

This is me, other wise known as the slightly boring part of cotton smith. Any way if you're interested in discussing ideas, here you go, I just wanted to bring up with the question what is art. I was having a debate with a friend a little while ago saying that art couldn't be anything, for example, a man sculpted a blob into well, a blog, and colored it yellow, and sold it for millions. I believe art has to be something that makes you feel and has excellent craftsmanship, and someone has had to work long and hard over it. I also believe it has to say something easily discernible, rather then, "the line is the way of life and where it stops, you die, it also represents a change in monotony in this turbulent world." okay, don't call me cynical but that is utter Cr*p. look how much you want to bet he took a paint brush, dipped it in black paint and made a line and vuala (sorry about the spelling mistake.) you have million dollar art. which is why I hate this whole modern art phase, I like making philosophies, and some abstraction is necessary, and you should be able to guess a bit but doing basically nothing and calling it art, I mean really... that, to me is a disgrace to people who put years and years of work into art and are never noticed, though that is partially due to societies need for something new every second of every day. this is only an opinion, and I really want to know what you think so please please please comment!

Eli

Secret Snowflake

oh secret snowflake, why can't your main interests be things I can turn into presents? Your main interest is America, and I don't know what to do with that. I think and think about different things i could give... people say that america pens and flags and american t-shirts are the best option. Are they? is that what you want secret snowflake? An american flag?
I know who has me. She said she knows who has me for secret snowflake. I said me? and she said "I dunno..." So yeah.
What do people what from their secret santas? Last year a gave a metal notebook and got a cookie. Many people were upset last year; they got money, or a gift card, or deoderant. What people want is a gift that proves they have been considering what to give for a while, that proves they followed them and got info on what they like. But what is that? What can prove that I know what Mr. America likes most? The answer remains unclear.

Response to a mabye apology

hello new member, are you from our old blog? Spaz? Smiley? Non-seq? Scarlet? anyone?

Ode to Winter

Oh winter, your silent beauty
you cover the grey and dull with the white and soft
the world is under your spell.

Though sometimes, you can hurt
really hurt.
You bite my ears and fingers with cold.
Bitter, bitter cold.

(SO
please snow. Really snow. Flurries do not count.
we want snow that sticks. Snow that is not off and on
and off and on and off and on. Real snow.
Cold will not match the the beauty of SNOW)

I can sometimes see the snow
through the shine of the streetlight
Just that is enough to make
a child smile. Or a cat. Or a dinosaur.
I look out the window today and all I see is a wish
I see the sky and the streets saying
"C'mon guys we were so close to the weather everyone anticipates"
I see little green and red and blue lights dance across the road.
Wait, no that is just a side effect of that medicine i took.
But still
so beautiful and graceful.

Okay, this is dragging on.
Snow, please come. New York needs you. Kids need you. I need you.

A maybe apology.

I am confident. You don't know who i am. I didn't start this to make you guys mad. I wnated to be a part of YOU. And now that i am, i have a few things to tell you to lay down the rules 'round here. I said i wouldn't post on here again, but i did. Now i OWN you, all of you. I am the villain, but you guys are'nt the heroes. No, i am not hurting anyone, i am just providing extensive reading material. I care about YOU. I don't want you to have to read through some of the boring material that is on HERE. I want you to be mystified by me, and search for who i am. You will never find out, but hey its worth a try. Jus to stimuate those little (little) brains of yours. Now who is cotton and smith. A vaguely remember a "cottonsmith" from last years social studies.

Keep searching guys, i believe in you (not really).

Mr.scarcerow mystery person.

Seeyah

My annoying terrorists siblings

So, everybody has sibligs. Right? Well, I have 2 younger siblings. A 9-year-old brainiac sister who's always trying to inform on facts that are SSSSSSSSSOOOOOOOOO NOT TRUE!!!! And also she's always trying make me do creative stufff with her that don't want to do. And her name is: Connie Chen. Even her name is brainiac like! HA HA! Then there's my 4-year-old brother Who my parents favor SSSSSSSSOOOOOOOOOOO MUCH! They hired a babysitter who spoiled my freaking 4-year-old brother. And his name is: Justin Chen. That name doesn't even suit him well.(Even though I was the one who named him.) BUT,now I regret it SSSSSSSSSSOOOOOOOOOOOO freaking much! And I'm the oldest!
Together my brother and my sister work together. They could turn anything upside down! Like this one time it was Halloween and when I came home from school Ifound tiolet paper all over the living room. Then I ran to my room to check if "they" destroyed or even raided my room. And found that it was perfectly normal. And I sighed with releif. Then when I stepped outside my room to clean up the living room and to also call my siblings out to get into their costumes.
Guess who I found outside playing with toilet paper? AGAIN! My two younger siblings! I was quite pissed off. So I gave them a whole 1hour lecture! But, I found the lecture really funny. When I think about it again! HA HA!

Your friend, the scarecrow

You... you talkin to me? Want to know who I am, huh? Who do YOU think I am man? I dont go around telling that to evryone I meet on the street. I will give you this much though.
I am not a dinosaur, but I am not not a dinosaur.
I am not a human, but I am not not a human also.
I am one of you, and I am also not one of you.
You know me, but you don't KNOW me.
You SEE me, but you don't see me.
I am anonymous, but c'mon deep down you know who I am.
you. I am little bit of you all. Deep down you all wish you could be as random as me.
I have a blog but I do not have a blog.
I am not a person. I am people. Lemme rephrase. I am not people. I am the PEOPLE. I am the everyone everyone wants to be at somepoint.
I am not a turkey, I am not a puppy, I am not a kitty.

I'm not posting here again because that would be mean so bye!

sdfljfljngfsfrizzle <3 "The Scarecrow"

Being a Nancy Drew

okay. so. the second post by the randomletterthingsdlfksdfrizzle was not the same person as before. How do I know? Because I can tell. I think we have two anonymous frizzles on our hands, sherif.

Okay now I know who the second one is. How? Just take a look at the times everything around it was posted. So we got a bloginforest-er taking on the role of a frizzle? Well sherif, it looks like we are going to have a double mystery.

And I pullled myself out of the random blogpost world

Who is thanksgiving ode sdkfsdfjsdkfrizzle. For reals.

Yeah thats right I just said reals.

No but really who are you. It's weirding me out.

That's all

Boredom

Some say i'm chairman of the bored. Hahaha. Nope, actually they say my cousin is chairman of the bored. Anways i was bored so i looked up most bizzare deaths and i found a wikepedia page the sixth thing on the list is 07 BC: Chrysippus, a Greek stoic philosopher, is believed to have died of laughter after watching his drunken donkey attempt to eat figs.[ This makes me really happy.


Sophie

Yo wazup.

Yehpsies,

I know that, Mr.. Now you'are going to have to come to with me. yes to Mouunt freaky.

tdrfcuhvuic7frizzles :)

a weird conversation

How is toast made?

Well from a toaster.

How is a toaster made?

By putting machine parts together

How are machine parts made?

A machine make them?

Why is the sky purple?

THE SKY IS BLUE!

really! wow learn something new everyday

wow your stupid.

My STEW doesn't have a PET.

Yes it does! LOOK A soup dog.

AH!

What?

There is a message in my soup it does o o o

Peter those are cheerios!

My name isn't peter my name is Big

so whats your last name?

Loser.

BIG LOSER!? WOW XD

one word desecibes me

Awesome, friendly, lovable, able, reliable. Now add these words together that is what i am!
by: MR.E Lover

GyM GoSsIp

J: Jim C: Crow T: turk the turkey M:Matty
J: hello there my name is JIM and welcome to GyM GoSsIp the show that keeps ya up to date with the gossip in gym. Please welcome our under cover agent T.
T: hi people so today i got the inside info about Crow and Matty's relationship. Lets watch shall we.
( inside gym)
C: Matty we have been over this i am not your man anymore
M: Yes you are you just saying that for your rep
C: No i am just tired of your attitude
M: what attitude PLEASE ha attitude i don't have a attitude.
C: Lies!
M: Lies? i no you have been cheating on me because i asked cheaters to follow you around to don't be lying and ... wait why is there a camera
C: where?
M: that turkey has it.
T: oh no i have been spotted!
(TURK starts to run)
M: hey come here turkey i still haven't had thanksgiving dinner!
( back in the studio)
J: wow that was ...
C: hey look Matty there is the turkey!
M: yay! takes out fork, knife and bib
( Turk runs again and crow and Matty chase him into a restaurant where they had a nice turkey dinner)
J: It seems that Crow and Matty are splits ville or not you decide!
By: MR.E Lover

Epilouge

"Did i see what i just saw! That man? He is gonna ... no just my mind playing tricks on me.Just forget it Malinda just forget it" she whispered to herself.
Then a car turns a corner speeding like a mad man.Bam! The man is hit soaring 10 feet till he hit the ground.Thunder is booming in my head. "Oh no! It happened just like in my head but why?" said Mat. " i mustn't tell anyone what i saw. No one would believe me anyway" they both said. Little did they no they were not alone with this gift they both shared. They knew nothing of each others presents on this world of negativity. And that their journey has just begun. Their lives, hopes and gifts will change them forever. From a boy and a girl at two different parts of the city to a league of youngster who's name you will learn soon enough. A glimpse that will tear apart the fabric of reality and allow them to enter a world of danger. Where there will meet their allies and their enemies.
by: Mr.E lover!