Wednesday, September 28, 2011

Post-Tonsilectomy Astrid

My god. My throat hurts so much.
It's been around 30 hours since i got my tonsils out and the pain seems to be escalating. I got pain killers to take every four hours. They help a lot, but near the end of the four hours it starts to hurt like hell.
I have a need to type for some reason.
Whoa it burns.
I'm sorry, I'm not quite right in the head... the painkillers are making me really happy and really drowsy. I'm probably not even going to remember this in a few weeks.
I'm sleepy.
My brother is watching iCarly. Mreghlifg.
Wow I really have to go to sleep. I'm getting so tired so fast.
Today I watched The Lady From Shanghai and Stranger Than Paradise and like four hours of 30 Rock.
The movies were really really good, you should watch them.
I'm very aware no ones gonna be reading this anytime soon, what with the stuff about high school and everything. How's that goin for everyone by the way? Laguardia is very fun and nice and stuff.
My head feels mushy. It takes a lot of effort to swallow.
If you are reading this, I'm sorry this makes no sense.
My right hand is dizzy... I had an IV or something or other stuck in it during the hospital.
iCarly makes my head hurt. The laugh track is so annoying.
AH I just hiccuped. That seriously hurt.
Again, i'm sorry if you're reading this. At this point, I'm just typing whatever pops into my head.
Wow, I really should sleep.
My brother just read that line and said, "yeah you should."
Now he said "yeah, you are very lonely right now."
And to him I say- no, I'm not. I'm just sleepy and on painkillers. And in brutal pain I'm trying to keep my mind off of.
Alright. I'm forcing myself off of here.
One last time, very very sorry. Goodnight blog in forest. Hope life and stuff is working out for all of y'all.

Monday, August 15, 2011

August Something

I doubt anyone has looked at this for a long time. I actually forgot about blog until just now. 
I've lived in seven houses in the past three months.
The first of which was the house I lived in for 11 years.
The second being a rental. The rental I lived in during the last months of middle school. A whole lotta lasts.
The third not exactly counting. Stayed with grandparents in Chicago for a month. Half because we didn't have a house in New York. The other half for vacation.
The fourth being the house of a family close to mine while they were away on vacation.
The fifth being the house that same family were vacationing at in Cape Cod. Again, not exactly counting.
The sixth being the house of the people across the street from my old house and the house I hopefully will move into next month. Due to our homelessness we were asked to housesit.
The seventh being the second rental, the house I am in now.
Just thought I would bring this up.
Moving sucks.

Friday, June 24, 2011

Bye, 51.

There are a lot of things I didn't like about 51.
But there were even more things I liked.
I'm going to miss going out to lunch.
I'm going to miss blog.
I'm going to miss band.
I'm going to miss walking to school.
I'm going to miss the weird morning announcements. Remember G-O-O-D M-O-R-N-I-NG MS 51? Back in 6th grade, yes?
I'm going to miss having the park and the astroturf next door.
I'm going to miss The Scarecrow.
I'm going to miss the auditorium. And the band room that was way too cold in winter and way to hot in summer.
I'm going to miss 51. Surprisingly a lot.
Wow this is a really lame list.
-Mary and HaRry.

Thursday, June 16, 2011


I figured out how to post videos!
Here are some you should now go watch.

Wednesday, June 15, 2011

Can't Think Of A Good Title

Wow. Graduation is so close.
Everything is ending.
No more band left. Not a good thing, since we have to play at graduation. No ones gonna practice.
No more trips. We actually had a lot this year, never had in the past at 51.
Don't know if i'm ready to start going to school in the city. Ride the subway twice everyday. No more sleeping past 6 am. Band everyday all morning. I'm not ready to leave 51. Time here has gone by really fast.
I'm going to miss some parts of 51. I'm not going to miss other parts. It's strange that we're already leaving. Seems like yesterday we were fifth graders going to audition for talents.

I may just be feeling like that because I helped out at the band audition yesterday. It also might be because the past three years went by faster then I thought they would.

- Mary and Harry
P.S. all of that blank space was indeed necessary.
P.P.S. I think ima go watch The Lady Vanishes. It's a good movie.
P.P.P.S. I'm really bored.
P.P.P.P.S Maybe I should do my social studies homework.


pre-graduation nerves by: sabrina chen

it's almost graduation!so sad. im going to get the crazy nerves on graduation day screaming at me inside my head saying that i might fall. im already getting the butterflies inside my stomach while im writing this post. and its not even graduation day yet!i think im going crazy!

Sunday, June 5, 2011

Hey, look itsa video!

This is jazz band. Playing the song "Gonna Fly Now." At the Saturday band concert

Tuesday, May 24, 2011

Good Music

I'm feeling like being a copycat. I shall make a list much like the last post:
Good bands to Listen to plus one or two or three or four or five good songs in particular:
-The Strokes - You Only Live Once, Undercover of Darkness, Life is Simple in the Moonlight, Someday, Hard to Explain
-The Replacements- I Will Dare, Sixteen Blue, Can't Hardly Wait, Alex Chilton
-The Black Keys- Tighten Up and Howlin' For You
-The Ramones- Sheena is a Punk Rocker and Rockaway Beach
-a-ha- Take On Me
-Arcade Fire- Keep the Car Running, Wake Up, Rebellion
-The Who- My Generation and The Kids are Alright
-The Clash- Spanish Bombs and London Calling
-Smashing Pumpkins- 1979
-The White Stripes- The Air Near My Fingers and My Doorbell and the Denial Twist
-Matt and Kim- Don't Slow Down, Cameras, Northeast, Block After Block
-The Smiths- The Queen is Dead, Bigmouth Strikes Again, There is A Light that Never Goes Out
-The Rolling Stones- Jumping Jack Flash, Satisfaction, Bitch, Paint It Black
-Ok Go- This Too Shall Pass and Here it Goes Again
-Queen- Another One Bites the Dust
-Nirvana- Smells Like Teen Spirit, Come As You Are and In Bloom
-MGMT- Kids
-Led Zeppelin- Stairway to Heaven and Kashmir
-Franz Ferdinand- The Fallen and Take Me Out
-Hot Hot Heat- Running Out of Time
-David Bowie- Life On Mars?, Space Oddity, Andy Warhol, Queen Bitch, Changes
-The Cure- Friday I'm In Love and The Walk
-Beck- Girl
-Jupiter One- Countdown
-The Buggles- Video Killed the Radio Star
-Tiny Tim- Living In the Sunlight Loving in the Moonlight, Tiptoe Through the Tulips
-Coldplay- Viva La Vida and Clocks
Guns and Roses- Sweet Child of Mine
-Jimi Hendrix- Purple Haze
-Pink Floyd- Another Brick in the Wall
-U2- Pride, Sunday Bloody Sunday, I Will Follow
-Joan Jett- I Love Rock n' Roll

Well, that was very long. And I could go on much longer.

-Mary and Harry

Good Bands




:) kalliope here

HI wows it's been a really long time
ok so lets just get into i've been really damn busy lately with ballet and sheet, but I owe this blog a long over due visit.
Hi, im Kalliope and I left school early today because I hate gym.
Basically school sucks right now. Heres a way i can talk about my teachers without them knowing from Ms. Block
* my teachers are so nice and they never yell
* they never teach from the text book
* they never blame things on the kids when it really their fault
* they teach us so much!
* they really understanding e
* they don't give us tests on things they never taught us
* they don't hand the whole lesson the the CTT teacher
* The CTT teacher pays so much attention to the kids she's supposed to be teaching
* all my teachers are keeping us really interested in the last portion of the year


Thursday, May 19, 2011

my computer is too stupid to post videos and links on blogger... so this is what you gotta do. Copy and paste the above url. Watch the video. Subscribe to me if you gotsa youtube channel.
-Mary and HARRY

Wednesday, May 18, 2011

so bored. from sabrina chen

soo bored at home think im going to be sick at what ben said about human centioede ( shivers and shudders while i look behind myself.). brrr. is it me or did my room just drop a few degrees. yep it must be me. oh yeah ben this is for u: THANX FOR TELLING ME ABOUT THE HUMAN CENTIPEDE MOVIE NOW IM PARANOID ABOUT EVEN APPROACHING A BUTTERFLY. Thanx alot!!!!!!!!!!!!

Tuesday, May 17, 2011


This is a last minute blog post. 8:20 in the evening Tuesday night. I'm just going to talk about everything that has happened in the past 4 days
I moved this weekend to a house two blocks away. I'm living there temporarily because we need to do construction on the house I'm actually moving into. I spent Saturday morning packing, then I spent the rest of the day watching movies on a computer (the computer was the last thing we moved out of the house aside from the beds). We moved officially late Sunday afternoon, but I spent most of the day in my new house even though we weren't really supposed too. Monday was my birthday. I had a test in band on the song Hawaii 5-0 and a test in Social Studies on progressives. Tuesday was a good day because in double period ELA we watched a movie called Stand By Me. Then in math we watched a movie that i don't know the name of. Now, I'm at home. Well, it's not really home. It's more just some house.
I promise I'll write something more creative by next week. :)

Oh P.S, come to my youtube channel-
and Sophie's-
and Ben's-


Harry and Mary

Thursday, May 5, 2011

New beginings

One day a boy appeared in the town of Namue and said
"A garden started from one seed.
A seed that will change the world forever".
People were fog minded unknowing what the child ment.
Just a seed... nothing more nothing less.
Then the silence engulfed the town.
Fires raged,
Waters rushed,
Earth crumbled,
The town became ash and the people were never seen again.
There was hope.
Two families survived.
They were starving.
The boy appeared once again...
The seed will change the world he repeated 3 times and left leaving the seed.
The families stared at the seed and went into deep trances.
They no longer saw the world as destruction, but a new beginning and a bright new future.
Many years passed and one girl found the boy again.
She cried at the sight of him and tried to give him a hug.
But she just phased through,
As if hugging the air around her.
The boy disappeared into the starlit sky.
The girl noticed she was in front of a grave.
Thanks Yun ... she whispered to herself
- Mr.E Lover ;)

Saturday, April 16, 2011

Thinking About Writing About What I'm Doing

Ah man.
I'm seriously running out of things to write on here.
Maybe another "Things about right now." Maybe. Those are kinda boring though.
I'm listing to a song called "Satisfaction" right now. By The Rolling Stones.
I'm going to name this post after a quote from a character on a show I watch sometimes. It kind of fits the post. A little.
Ahhhhhhhhhhh I'm bored. HELP
I really wish I was going somewhere for Spring Break. Instead, I get to stay home and pack up my house for moving.
Now I'm listing to a song called "This Too Shall Pass" by OK Go.
I just wrote out this whole paragraph about my day then I deleted it accidentally. :(
I think maybe i'll go do homework or something.
My brother just put on "Lazy Sunday" by The Lonely Island/Chris Parnell.
I wish it wasn't cloudy and cold right noww
Aright Im going to stop.

-Harrrry and MArrrrry

Friday, April 15, 2011

Classical and Sort-of Classical Songs that everyone should know:

Okay. You guys really should know all of these songs, or at least their tunes, if not their names too. I will be personally offended if you don't.

• Swan Lake, Piotr Ilich Tchaikovsky
• Cannon in D, Johann Pachelbel
• Pomp and Circumstance, Sir Edward Elgar
• Overture 1812, Piotr Ilich Tchaikovsky,
• The Nutcraker, Piotr Ilich Tchaikovsky
• Carmen, Georges Bizet
• Hava Nagila, N/A
• Happy birthday/good morning to you, Patty and Mildred Hill.
• Flight of the bumblebee, Nikolai Andreyevich Rimsky-Korsakov
• Peter and the wolf, Sergei Sergeyevich Prokofiev
• Auld Lang Syne, Robeert Burns
• For He’s a jolly good Fellow, N/A
• food, glorious food, Lionel Bart
• The Blue Danube, Johann Strauss.

Guy Noël Futterhorn

Wednesday, April 6, 2011

When we are united there is no situation we cant conquer

There are times in our lives when we all need a helping hand.
Times when we have sunk deeper into a abyss of darkness. But
there are people there who will help. Friends family and the occasional teacher ;) x wink x
So am i here to say.
No matter how dark or how deep the abyss gets you are not alone.
We all live together in this world and we all sometimes get consumed by our problems.
But there is hope ...
The light in the darkness ...
I am here for you scratch that we are here for you.
Together we can conquer any situation.
So don't give up just yet,
Grab my hand and and I'll pull you out because we all need a helping hand once and a while.

Monday, March 21, 2011

Inspiration I s'ppose.

I have been inspired by the post two posts ago about the meaning of life to write a post of my own about the meaning of life (phew).
I believe the meaning of life is not just science related, though that is a big part of it. Science is a big part of everything. The deep stuff I'm thinking and about to type wouldn't exist without science. Nothing would.

I believe the meaning of life is to live it. To see everything we can in our time, do everything we ever wanted to do. The meaning of life is not just that though; it is also to enjoy it while you can. To not regret anything, regret only slows you down, makes you over think what was not meaning to be over-thought.

Alright, this sounds really corny. I'm only going to go on a little bit longer.

I spent time thinking about what the point of growing up is (I needed to for an ELA thing), and I ended up concluding that the point of growing up is mystery. Growing up would be no fun at all (it's not that fun to begin with) if we knew how everything would work out for us in the end, knew who we would turn out to be. The point of growing up is to try to fit together the puzzle pieces that make up our lives...

Okay. Ima stop now.

-THEfishes, Mary and Harry.

Saturday, March 19, 2011


from this point on I speak only in code
Vell 'ere are my fur favorite quotes

"float like a butterfly, sting like a bee" - Mohammed Ghandi

"a lilly by any other name smells just as sweet" - William Shakespere

"Absence sharpens love, presence strengthens it." - Joe franklin

"Don't stop believing" - journey ( a song that would have made Erato, the muse of epic poetry cry)

I know four of you
from Secrets



is the sky blue
our hearts beating
do our hopes and dreams exist
what is the meaning of life?

It has to do with reflection off water (I think...)
because we wold die without continuous oxygen flow to our body
we don't want to acknowledge the bleak truth
To further the existence of our species to make sure humanity does not go extinct to further our genes, whichever you prefer


I am home, on saturday
so here is a haiku

bored you are this day
with listless life tired
rocks pushing on me

'snap snap snap'

I loathe haiku.
So why did I just write one? If anyone is interested in a philosophy or debate section on the blog please comment.

Friday, March 11, 2011


I'm happy.
Why you ask?
Because today is friday.
And what comes after friday?
Two days of no worries!
What I hope to do on Saturday is this:
-sleep in
-eat breakfast
-go outside and do some stuff depending on the weather
-write stuff for short film i'm writing/filming/directing that will go on youtube one week after March 26.
-go to my brother's play- The Midnight Circus
-do some homework
-watch some good TV
-read a bit
-eat dinner
-watch old movie
-stay up till 11:30 to watch Saturday Night Live

What I most likely will do on Saturday:
-Sleep in till 10:30
-eat breakfast
-go back to sleep
-wake up at 12:30
-regret missing half the day
-listen to music for an hour
-watch TV for an hour
-go to my brothers play
-take a nap afterword
-watch TV
-write 1-1.5 pages for movie I'm directing and such
-eat dinner
-write a blog post
-try to do homework but decide to put it off until Sunday afternoon
-stay up till 11:30 to watch SNL - which ends at 1:00 in the morning, meaning I will almost certainly sleep in until noon on Sunday.

I plan on doing my best to follow list one.
Even if I don't, I still will be happy. As long as weekends keep existing.
-Mary and Harry

Thursday, March 10, 2011

Post Title

"Things ABout Right Now" part 3.
Time: 5:36
I'm: sick. And annoyed by the rubber bands between my teeth that are there because of my braces.
thinking about/wondering: why my 5 year old sister is pointing a letter opener she thinks is a knife at my brother.
and: if I should try to stop this
or: if my brother will beat up my sister now..
I want to: stop a fight
specifically: the one between my brother and sister
or: "Or" does not work in the situation, I'm just writing it because it is in the format for "Things about right now"
I should: be thinking about what homework I have due tomorrow
but: I don't want to.
now the time is: 5:42
because: instead of taking my usually three minutes to write the past lines, I was busy with two insane siblings.
now: I'm listening to my little sister mutter things under her breath
now: I'm petting my cat
now: I'm staring out the window meaningfully
because: that's how I roll
now: I'm hoping my brother doesn't make me spraypaint with him in the basement again
because: I almost passed out yesterday because of the fumes
and finally: I'm looking at the sky and realizing life is okay.

Okay I'm done with the deep stuff, now gimme some cake.
No just kidding.
-Maria and Harrito (I'm pretty sure there isn't a spanish name for Harry.)

Saturday, March 5, 2011

An Amazing Offer!

Okay. So, for exit projects, we need to test 30 people, right? well, so far I've tested 21. So, I've decided to make you an AMAZING OFFER! If you take this test which I will put below, and take it how I want you to take it, you can choose one option of each of the two categories below:

Category 1:
• I will come into school on Monday in a large pink shirt.
• I will come into school in my mime costume and only speak in sign language.
• I will only talk in a REALLY loud voice, like almost screaming.
• I will only talk in a British and/or Chinese accent.

Category 2:
• I will buy you a chocolate cupcake.
• I will give you a free Palm, Tarot, or Geomantic divination (fortune telling).
• I will write you a sonnet
• I will be a subject in your exit project.

Category one, I'll do the one that more people vote for, but category two I will do what ever you say.
I want you to take this test ion complete silence, no music. allow yourself eight minutes to take the test, and once you've got an answer to a question: DON'T CHECK IT OVER! Leave it be. Write your answers in comment form, as well as your votes. Here's the test:

Name: _________________ Classical ☐| Metal ☐| No Music ☑

1: In a foreign language, “nyeer cog joch” means “Bid Yellow Taxi.” “Shaw joch” means “Big House,” and “nyeer deniro” means “Taxi Driver.”

What word means “yellow”?

Ⓐ nyeer
Ⓑ deniro
Ⓒ shaw
Ⓓ cog
Ⓔ joch

2: In the code below, each letter represents one syllable. The letters are not necessarily listed in the correct order.

BGZ = “leverage”
OMD = “extracting”
TF = “lighten”
CDT = “engraving”
GHP = “levitate”

Which letters are needed to write the code for “gravitate”?


3: All scuba divers are experienced swimmers.

Some experienced swimmers swim every day.

No businessman swims every day.

If the above statements are true, which of the following must also be true?

Ⓐ No businessman is an experienced swimmer.
ⒷSome scuba divers are not businessmen.
ⒸAll of those who swim every day are scuba divers.
Ⓓ Some scuba divers swim every day.
Ⓔ Some experienced swimmers are scuba divers.

4: All actors are Democrats.

Some writers are actors.

No doctor is a writer.

If the above statements are true, which of the following must also be true?

ⒻSome doctors are not Democrats.
ⒼNo Doctor is an actor.
ⒽAll writers are Democrats.
ⒿAll actors are writers.
ⓀSome Democrats are writers.

5: In the code below, each letter represents the same word in each of the four sentences. Each word is represented by one letter only. Letters may or may not appear in the correct order.
Appu watches Basketball on TV.
Jay watches movies on cable.
Kyra Watches gymnastics on TV.
carolyn watches movies on TV.

Which letter represents “cable”?

ⒺCannot be determined from the information given.

Test from: Kaplan. Kaplan New York City Specialized High Schools Admissions Test. New York: Kaplan Publishing, 2008.
THANK YOU SOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO MUCH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! (i'm sorry this took up so much space!)

Guy Noël Futterhorn

Wednesday, March 2, 2011



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Friday, February 25, 2011

A Link?

Links on my computer for some reason do not work, so I am just going to give you this, along with some directions:

-go there
-watch some stuff
-comment on some stuff

-Mary and Harry

Wednesday, February 23, 2011

every perfect earth has its imperfections ( kind of depressing)

For every life there is death.
For every death there is life.
Is there a good and evil. some say yes others like me say no.
I am here to just blog about my feeling right now because something terrible might happen.
So here i go. I am feeling depressed, sad, confused.
I am rarely like this if you know me well enough. So for now i will express my feelings in a poem.

Every perfect earth has its imperfections

The earth is like a person in a wide spread universe of other people.
The earth may look perfect but it really isnt.
The earth is hit many times with asteroid but it still stands tall.
The earth is polluted yet it finds the strength to push on.
but every strong tree must loose strength sometime.
The strength to keep going. My friend has lost that strength.
and SHE is in a dark place right now. Where no one can help her but herself.
She has stopped believing that she has a chance.
Her friends all try to help her, but her barrier is hard to break through.
She has lost the will to live.
and wishs to diplete away.
For her pain is normal, but what exactly is normal.
The dark shadows go around her like rattlesnakes ready to inject poison.
She has lost the will to survive ,so she chooses to ...
but not just yet, her friends want to her to live. " maybe i'll live a little longer"she says.
- Mr.E lover

Tuesday, February 22, 2011

the shed

Today, like many days, I was at "lucky and Jazz"'s (Sophie's) house. Everything was fine, accept for the fact that Sophie had a guitar lesson, and I wanted to stay. We resolved this issue by having me stay in the shed outside for a half hour until the lesson was over. I was left inside with a pencil, a pen, a carrot muffin, a mug with a matching lid and strainer filled with tea leaves, a thermos of boiling water, a sketch pad, a wire basket, a pesach matzo cover,a blanket, a Rubik's cube, and a yarmulke.

I set up my space by putting up a small table I found folded on its stand (a set of four), and creating a seat out of an old cinder block. After after I was done setting up the table and chairs, I realized that Sophie's dog, Rigby, had licked my muffin. I sat at the table, put the blanket over my lap, and poured the water over the tea leaves. On the table were the sketch pad, the matzo cover, the muffin, the Rubik's cube, a pencil, and the tea. The uke and the yarmulke were put onto a shelf next to rope and a saw. As I pulled the strainer out of the mug, I succeeded in spilling tea all over the muffin.

Seeing that the muffin, saturated in tea and dog slobber, was inedible, and my detestation for Rubik's cubes, I decided to draw them. After wiping up the tea spill with the matzo cover, I began to draw the muffin and the cube. By the way, I forgot to mention how cold it was. I could barely draw a straight line, because of the combined factors being that I could not stop shivering and that I couldn't feel my hand anyway. About fifteen minutes in, I heard someones hand on the door nob.thinking it was Sophie, I got up out of my seat. But when the door opened, standing in the doorway was a tall man that I had never seen in my entire life. he looked at me and mumbled under his breath "I thought I heard someone in here" as he left, closing the door behind him.

At this point I was So sick of this shed, from the frigid temperature to the scary stranger coming and going faster than you could say hypothermia. To try and ease my anger and loneliness, I decided to pick up the uke and play a little song. I placed my fingers on the strings and strummed. What came out of the sound box sounded like a dog being squeezed while inside a helium balloon being thrown into a lake. I couldn't feel any of my fingers on my strumming hand, let alone my chord hand. I lifted the mug of tea to my mouth, only to feel it inside of my mouth just as cold as the air around me. Than I remembered the fact that I didn't have shoes on.

Finally, at Five o'clock, Sophie came to my rescue. when she opened the door, she found me huddled in a ball wrapped in the blanket half dead. somehow I managed to make it inside without one of my limbs falling off. Inside, while sitting on a chair in the dining room, Sophie's mother comes in. She looks at me, than at Sophie, than at me once again. Than she says," you know Sophie, Ben could have stayed in here if he wanted." My life sucks, doesn't it.

hope your day wasn't as hypothermic as mine was,
-Guy Noël Futterhorn

And an enigma that you will never understand: if raziel is called fire of earth, could he be called "Tejas of Prithivi"?

Monday, February 21, 2011


we've gotten past one hundred posts! This will be the 108th. To celebrate, here is a list of one hundred's.
-100 people
-100 letters
-100 elephants
-100 ticks from a clock
-100 days of eighth grade (past)
-100 cats wearing red pajamas
-100 cows
-100 eyes
-100 toes
-100 squares on a checkered table cloth
-100 great songs
-100 great musicians
-100 thoughts
-100 books read
-100 books rejected
-100 popsicle sticks on a 100 days of school project
-100 annoying little brothers
-100 colors
-100 voices
-100 second thoughts
-100 lions
-100 whispered words
-100 innovations
-100 skyscrapers
-100 pen marks
-100 puns
-100 regrets
-100 movies
-100 empty aquarium tanks
-100 demands
-100 numbers
-100 nombres
-100 dreamers
-100 pumpkins with carved on faces glaring into darkness
-100 posts written
-100 posts read

-Mary and Harry

I'm Sorry.

I guess you could say there is never a wrong time to come back to something.
Except maybe in this case.
Nevertheless, I'm gonna come through with this. I'll try to keep it short.
I want to apologize. I told you a fake name and got you looking for me in the wrong places. I came to this blog with my friend a few months ago on a dare. I got carried away with the posting and stuff.
Back to what I said earlier, this is not a good time to come back. You've probably forgotten bout the random bandit who came through town long ago, now that you have three new people. I just felt like I should apologize. Really apologize.
By the way, ever since I've left I have been reading the blog. Keep up the good writin', it's very fun and interesting to read these posts.

-The Scarecrow

Sunday, February 20, 2011

the 8th deadly sin of the forgotten song writer.

I love music. But where would music be if not for the bands, composers, and arrangers who give us the songs, opuses, and ballads that we live to hear? So what if someone told you that the national anthem was written by the White Stripes, or that happy birthday was by the Rolling Stones. This is a sin, if ever their was one. To not give credit to those who write the song is just as bad as murder, in my opinion.

A couple of days ago, I was talking to one of my friends about music. We were talking about the song "across the universe", when she says "this band so-and-so are so good, right?" so-and-so being the name of a band that I cannot remember. I responded by asking who they were. "the people who wrote across the universe, of course!"

I was dumbstruck. In horrific awe. In pain, even. How could anyone mistake the Beatles, THE BEATLES, for gods sake. The band was some new cover band that took the Beatles song and used it to corrupt the minds of our nations youth, making them forget of the glory found in the original composers! I nearly took a knife and stabbed her on the spot! My god, what has the world come to these days?

Another example that is less important in the minds of most people is this: A little while back, I was playing my ukulele on the street, playing the song "livin' in the sunlight, lovin' in the moonlight". Someone walked by, someone I didn't know, and they stopped to listen. when I was done with the song, they said "hey, isn't that the song by Tiny Tim in the first Spongebob episode?" I was about to bash the uke over her head, but I kept calm. This is why I was angry:

Tiny Tim version:

Spongebob version, (skip 6 min and 10 sec in):

and the original from 1930:

I hope you understand.
-Guy Noël

And a little enigma that has been going through my mind that you will never understand and I will never explain: if the right side of 1°=10 is olive, which is a mix of 2°=8 (purple) and 4°=7 (green), and 2°=8 is made up of 7°=4 (blue) and 6°=5 (red), and 4°=7 is made up of 5°=6 (yellow) and 7°=4 once again, and all of them include 10°=1 (white), 9°=2 (gray), and 8°=3 (black), than the flashing color of the right side of 1°=10 would be the only unnamed one, 3°=9 (orange). But according to this, the right side of 1°=10 would have the flashing color orange, but also according to this, the right side of 1°=10 (olive) would be 50% blue, 25% red and 25% yellow. there is an equal balance of red and yellow which make orange, so therefore the flashing color cannot be orange. This is a paradox! let me attempt to add a diagram:
note: the diagram i just spent twenty minutes of my vacation making a diagram that didn't upload (dammit!) well, I'll try again later!

. this is an image that sorta explains it. i got it from another blog, but don't go on that blog. okay?
nvm i got it:

Thursday, February 17, 2011


I'm trying to come up with a pen name. I know there is a fancier word for that, I just don't know how to spell it. Since a bunch of people's pens names are their pets, mine will be the names of the first fish I had and the last fish I had.
Mary and Harry.
I won about five fish from a magician who came to my house on my birthday parties when I was little. His name was Amazing Ken. All of the fish I got died shortly after, and I had fish funerals for each one. The first fish I named Mary. The last fish I named Harry. Harry was technically killed by my brother, who was five or four at the time. He knocked over his tank because he wanted to get a toy out of it. Harry was on the floor. We saved him then, but he died about a week later. I, who was about seven, told my parents that he died of a fatal fish heart attack. I hadn't even seen his body, but I knew. Oh yeah. That fish heart attack got the best of him.
Anyway, my name is now Mary and Harry.
(This is Astrid)

-Mary and HArry

Just to say

Just to point out, my arguement is more valid than Sophie's. :)

Wednesday, February 16, 2011

Very nice.

Very nice, Astrid. Very nice.
Unfortunetly, i can see right through it.
Oh, Astrid, trying to sound so sophisticated, if only you knew, ah well
heres mine; I tried a slightly different approach:

Your stupid.
The way words form
in your nasty mouth,
makes me want to build a bomb.
And your clothing well, lets just
say you tried and get over with it..
ah, crap i can't. Your clothing choice
is trash.
I pity you, in fact.
And your cat?
Yeah well he pities you.
Your cat pities you.

Ima burn your house down.

Okay, but seriously guys try this,it's immensely therapuetic.

lucky and jazz

Hate Poem

me and Sophie wrote hate poems for eachother a few months ago. Yeah, that is how nice we are. I found mine.

Ode To The Fool

Oh Sophie,
your thoughts are so
oblique (yeah that's right I used a vocab book word)
You believe
that people
all people
must think the same.
Do you not know that
all people are different?
No leaf,
or raindrop
is the same
I can like what I like
and you like what you.
Your mind is clouded
with utter
You grow angry as I protest, and defend
my rights.
I see your eyes clouded with
and malicious thoughts.

You declare the world must think the same as you.
I object.
Oh Sophie,
please understand.
no thought are the same
you are incredibly misinformed.

Sophie, you can post yours too.
Mine is better though.
Just kidding.
Or maybe not.


Me and ben found a little black kitten. She was weaving out of a fence on the corner of 17th and 10th ave. She was very sweet so we picked her up and carried her home into my bathroom. My mom said she thought the deli man might know whose it was as she'd seen it before her self. So ben and i carried her up the block to the deli. It was indeed their cat though they did not look glad to see her at all. Ben attempted to hand her to the deli mans son but he did not even attempt to grab her so ben put her on the floor. She then proceeded to bolt to under a car before gaining a comfortable possision in the middle of the road. So, Mr. deli man get your cat a collar or keep her inside. One thing that is not cool are cats that are dead. Mr. deliman, i dont hate you, but i do very much dislike you and if i keep seeing your kitten in the middle of the road i am going to temporarily kidnapp her and give her back a week later, ust long enough to show you that she could easily get taken or even killed, dont be stupid.

Lucky and jazz

Tuesday, February 15, 2011

One more thing.

There is a movie called Gnomeo and Juliet. I asked my father why someone would create this movie because children don't have obsessions with gnomes, but his un-helpful reply was "but its british"
Lucky and Jazz

A sonnet.

I buy a bag of dirt to plant some plants.
The plants I plant are plants and nothing less.
The dirt I buy is filled with many ants.
So many ants that you could only guess.
I buy the plants i plant down at the store.
The dirt I plant my plants in is a mess.
The plants I plant are plants and nothing more.
The plants I plant are pink, i must confess.
I dig a whole to plant my little plants.
I take the shovel from the little shed.
In winter, if I plant my plants, I can't.
I say goodnight and put my plants to bed.
As the sun sets in the sky I smile.
I go inside the house and rest a while.
(Astrid!I can use the word "plants" as many times as i gosh darn like)
(thank you ben for the 4th line)
Lucky and Jazz

Excerpts from a new poem i'm working on

Every day as i tug my bags
onto the subway
i know what is inside my backpack
will sit there all night as i dance
and in the morning
when Ms. asks who has their homework
my hand will rest on my desk
my piers will keep their hands raised high
over their heads.
I am tired in math class
my eyes flutter slowly shut
they bolt open when i hear my name
"i'm sorry" I recite
a routine phrase
the classroom blurs as it clears
my head pounds
and i flutter away again.

Bruno and Mario


So here I am, typing on my computer, and as I write this I think, and it seems almost depressing. Not that I'm depressed, really I'm not, but I just wonder about our reliance on technology. From those two sentances, guess who's writing this... anyway, you can call me what you like, I'm not trying to be the super original "I'M BETTER THAN EVERYONE ELSE BECAUSE I AM SO AMAZING" type of person, but I wonder, at our school, what would happen if kids lost their computers tv's and phones, for a week, or two.

Watch our scool crumble, yeah, I just spelled school that way - I have my moments

SO here's to a hypocritical blog post
yours truly

Supercalafragilisticexpialidoshis, report cards, and frogs.

The time
is four O' seven.
I am eating cereal.
We got report cards today. The interesting thing about report cards is that their genus and species are exactly the same as regular paper. It doesn't make sense because they are so important and dreaded they can't just be regular paper, it just doesn't make sense. Below is a scientific un-labeled diagram of a casual piece of paper. You'll find reassuring yet also frightening:
You see, the common piece of paper suffers many early illnesses due to its purebred composition as well as various mental and hormonal differences. They constantly leak sewage from their mouths, they suffer from early on-set balding from the age of 3 months. The paper in the picture below is suffering with the early stages of catarax which is also very common on looseleaf. They stutter, you'll never see one without an un-fashonable red satchel, and they top it all of with an orange polka dot bow tie.

Lucky and Jazz, Out.

Monday, February 14, 2011

Bed time

I wish i didn't have a bed time
I find im depressed when im alone
Im a people person
im only truly happy on stage of when i'm with people
I tend to like alone time though
I think through my life
Except the strong waves in my stomach
I like to eat
Sometimes my stomach doesn't let me
damn man in my tummy
I hope acids tear at you
Im sorry
read me a bed time story?

Bruno and mario

Valentines day

As i think back in to the past valentines days i have had I really don't have any very romantic memories. My first valentines day as a middle schooler was the one that stands out most to me now. When i was in sixth grade i had the perfect class. Every one i know and love today of my girlfriends where in that class. Emma, Yangchen, Anabel, and I had made a date out of valentines day. All of us gathered to celebrate me and emma's new singleness and the girls lasting singleness. We made it into a singles GNO kinda thing. See the guy that broke up with me was... what at the time i thought amazing. I still really liked him, so that valentines using facebook as a though "appropriate" communication method we left videos on his wall. Dozens of videos. Where i would just talk to him through the web cam and really just be... mean :( now that i look back it really was for lack of a better term bitchy thing to do. After that we got into couples, me and emma and anabel and yangchen, and we danced the tango... to Jai Ho music of Slum Dog Millionaire. It really was the best valentines day ever. I wish i didnt have to leave 51. "John" as a 7th grader be thankful for the school but also the people you have met hear and hope you can keep contact with them after YOU graduate! I hope the exact same for myself. Next year i will be attending PPAS or for those of you who dont know professional preforming arts school for dance. I love every one I met at 51 :) I love 51 <3 wish me luck
<3 bruno and mario

Lets say a farewell

This post was intended a while back but i forgot. Well better late then never.
So here goes.
Lets say Good Bye to Scare Crow or John(fake name)
But was the Scarecrow really such a bad guy or girl or little monster.
The Scarecrow kept us guessing and made us want more of his post.
He/she made us think in ways we might not have thought about before.
He/she made us post better blogs. But many still wonder who the scarecrow is ...
I sometimes wonder but lets just keep him/her as a scarecrow.
Because the magic is in the mystery and once the mystery is gone so is the magic.
So scarecrow if your reading this i want to say thanks. You helped in a way on this roller-coaster of bloging and soon maybe vloging. So thanks again.

-Mr.E Lover

I'm back! Mr, E lover is back and ready to blog! :D

hi people and little monsters alike its me MR.E lover back to bring joy to you.
From your computers.
i have a something to say.
why cant everyday be Sunday!
I love all the fun people have on Sundays
The parties, the video game, the senseless joking.
Sunday Sunday Sunday!
Speaking of Sunday i go to go
My sundae is melting!

-Mr.E lover


Lovely enough, like every other holiday valentines day is the day that someone was killed. Its a roman catholic holiday, and most commonly falls the day after a friday the 13th. In elementry school, valentines day was great, you got to cut out little cards and tape lollipops to them. But, in 6th grade kids completely ignored it. Maybe it was the fear of getting teased, or maybe it was that they were to overwhelmed with the ability to go outside for lunch. In 7th grade children tried to hand out cards and candy while others made cards with little chainsaws and bloody cleavers painted on them (i tried). And now in 8th grade kids felt compelled to give there "friends" roses and strange weeds that you would find in a deserted field (if you need further explanation watch the video we are watching in science).
On friday kids got there letters with the letters NYC printed on the top that look like they will eat someone which is a bit scary to say the least. And then underneath is quite possibly their future They make it VERY clear if you dont get because there are some nice little neat
and they make you feel sad and depressed.
The stomach flu sucks but in my opinion you shouldn't be THAT mean to it. Here's how i picture it:
You should be nice because the stomach bug suffers from vomiting and aches as well and they want friends.
Bye for now, Lucky and Jazz

Things i find on the interwebs

As a normal thirteen-year-old, I spend most of my life on the internet. But throughout my thirteen-year-old life, rather than discarding the odd images, that I find,most involving cats, I often save them in a folder on my desk top. Today, I'll show you a few.

This is a cat. In a suit. Dancing. Oh my, this is odd. only later did I realize that this came with a song. this is the fuldans cat. just so you know, the band is fulkultur, which means ugly culture, and the song is fuldans, which means ugly dance.

This, my friends, is a photo of two cats. The way I found this was by searching tilak, an indian religious forehead paint thing, commonly confused with the non-religious bindi. now, I thought, "WHAT THE H*** DOES THIS HAVE TO DO WITH A TILAK?!?" Well, it turns out that the name of the image was "Glyn_aka_tilak_photo16.jpgn" neither the name not any of the words translate to anything on Google translate.

this last image is no doubt the creepiest. I am truly scared of it. This is a picture of an old lady morphed with a cat. the title of this image is "scary-old-witch.jpg." What is this? I remember what it was that I got this from. It was on some very immature propoganda site that said that "Harry Potter" was an "occult novel" and that your "innocent christian children" shouldn't read it. WHAT IS THIS?!?!!?!?!? this is the most racist, untrue filth that I have ever read.

And last but not least, a pic of Astrids cat, Edward, who is so cool:

best wishes to you all,
-Guy Noël Futterhorn

PS: remember, 1=10° is black, citrine,russet, and olive colored.

Wednesday, February 9, 2011


I want to acknowledge the new people in the blog. Ben and Emmie. Welcommee

To Do List

Things I Have To do in the remainder of the week:
-write a sonnet (AHH hard)
-learn a solo
-write this blog post
-consider posting more creative things on the blog
-watch my brothers play football in my 12-foot wide house
-survive a triple period ELA lesson about sonnets
-try to admit to myself that I'm scared about friday
-try not to forget my music for band
-freak out about SHSAT results
-survive 6th and 7th period band on a friday
-get out of school
-party cause it's friday
-open a letter. Or maybe not. But hopefully.
-sleep in until noon on saturday
-stay up until late saturday night

P.S. Ben, don't worry about what you should post. Seriously. Just post anything you want to post.

I'm new, so... yeah!

Hola, I'm Ben. I just joined this today,so I have no Idea what I'm supposed to write about (answer me in comments). You see, I've only read posts for a little bit, and so far I've seen both random and serious posts. Which one do I do?!?!?!? Also, do I write my name at the end of each post, or no? Well, I've decided to use the pseudonym Guy Noël Fütterhorn. Also, I've decided its important you know this piece of info: מ, water, 40, The hanged man, xii (12). I hope this will help you one day.
until next time,
-Guy Noël Fütterhorn (Ben)


HELLO this is an example post for zoe :) anyyyway bag pipes sound amazing. Now POST!!!

Thursday, February 3, 2011

Hot Glue Gun

Burnt me.
It really hurt.
My brother was making this model using toy soldiers. He got bored so he decided to wave the hot glue gun around. Genius. Now I have a big red spot on my hand. Well, at least the good news is that tomorrow is friday.

Wednesday, February 2, 2011


Hey people I know you are probably
most likely
Probably not

reading this right now at blog, in ms. Block's classroom - HI MS. BLOCK

so guys, I am home, unfortunately, so hi, how are you all, who is there and who isn't fill me in, of course I am writing this at what, 8:06 AM on Tuesday, so I will probably see the next post tomorrow,or later, guess what SPRING IS COMING! YAHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! Punxutawney Phil didn't see his shadow, no more winter yahhhhhhhhhhhhhh! but Bloomberg diddn't get bitten...


Have you ever looked out your window, I mean not just normally but just stopped and stared?

I did this morning, and as I looked over the rusted metal fence to the abandoned overgrown train tracks below, that maybe once or twice a week, carry freight trains across to who knows where... But As I looked up into the trees which highlighted the early morning sky,I noticed a nest, and I just stared at it, and out of the thicket of branches, i saw a child, a baby pigeon, and with the fluttering of wings, I saw its mother had remained close by.

Perhaps to go looking for food, or perhaps not, and although in my life I have seen many a pigeon, most of which to me,almost littered the streets of new york city, in the train stations, the streets, outside stores, looming menacingly over windowsills, back first, there was something touching in that moment, a connection between mother and child, and a strong one at that.

Can they too feel?

can they to feel love, anguish, passion, guilt, or are they just New York's trash cans? While it is engraved in my nature to be a cynic, and I would GLADLY choose the latter, I feel that they do deserve a quiet sense of respect, they are alive, and they too have a life to live like us, so why shouldn't they have emotions too? Why can't they feel loss, or joy?

They can.

ps. sorry I haven't posted in a while guys - Eli

Tuesday, February 1, 2011

Things about right now, part 2

Time: 6:42 am
I'm: sitting in my room writing this
thinking about: what I should post on the blog after this
and: if anyone else other than me has posted this week
or: if anyone will.
I want to: sleep
specifically: right now.
or: in five minutes.
I should: be writing a more creative post than this
but: whatcha gonna do.
now the time is: 6:45
because: again, it took me three minutes to write the last lines.
now: I'm kinda hungry.
now: I'm talking to my sister.
now: I'm rubbing my eyes cause they hurt from staring at this computer.
because: I've been watching things on hulu for the past 30-40 minutes.
now: I'm thinking that we should get more people to read this
because: it is fun to write these things, and probably fun to read. Maybe.
and finally: I'm thinking of something witty to conclude this post with and deciding that this is fine.
Just fine.

Saturday, January 29, 2011


I heart saturday nights.
and friday nights.
and saturday mornings.
But mostly saturday nights.
sunday doesn't fit into the equation. It's all about friday and saturday.
I wished weekends would come more frequently, but then I realized that if they did, they wouldn't be as much fun.
Right now, it is 7:26 pm on a saturday. Which means life is good. For a while I can forget about homework and monday's quiz. Weekends rock.

Thursday, January 27, 2011

Dear Mr. Mayor

Thank you for the snow day. It will be used wisely. And by wisely I mean in ways much better than writing a lab report. Thank you very much.
- all the happy children
p.s. after this ones over, we'd appreciate another one. Just to break the ice for the time we got our hopes up for nothin' :)

Wednesday, January 26, 2011

The Hopes of Every Child Across the City

A snow day.
Just one snow day.

we risk our lives crossing ice and sleet covered streets
because we are told to.
we trek through snow, leaves, and practically melting concrete
because thats what we always do.
we wish for a day
where we could just laugh and play
frolicking in the bright white snow
one day
with no homework, quiz and test worries,
our problems drifting off in the mid-winter flurries.

and yeah, this sounds corny, but really it's true,
so bloomberg, just one a snow day, or many kids blue.

Sunday, January 23, 2011

Things about right now

Time: 10:03
I'm: sitting in my living room writing this.
thinking about: homework :(
and: what the point of this post is.
or: if this post should have a point.
i want to: listen to music
specifically: The Black Keys
or: The Replacements
I should: be doing homework
but: I'm writing this post instead.
now the time is: 10:06
because: I spent three minutes writing the last 12 lines.
now: I am thinking about whether or not I should post this.
now: I'm realizing that I have to write a poem for ela
now: I'm deciding that I can do it later.
because: I'm cool like that.
now: I'm deciding I'm going to advertise for the blog.
because: it deserves to be read.
and finally: I'm clicking the big orange button with the words "PUBLISH POST."
well not yet.
Now I am.

Saturday, January 22, 2011


Hi, snow.

please stop coming to new york. You are very nice, but we have had enough of you.

Saturday, January 15, 2011

Dear Scarecrow

Dear Scarecrow, or now who we know as John :0) what I would like to say now is thanks for the fun along the way. You where really a fun part of the blog. Actually, I don't think it would be aqward if you came. I think you should but hey, thats your choice! If maybe you could just post the name of the eighth grader who told you to do that. Although you don't know my name i will have you know I am an extremely nice person and a friendly human being. I have loved your posts and for real you are a great writer and you have a great sense of humor. Please come to the meeting on Wednesday, it'd be fun :) <3 Bruno and Mario (Those are my Cats <3)

Wednesday, January 12, 2011

Puppy insanity, puppy love.

I got a puppy!
In fact as i type this she is running around like a mental case. Yep, you guessed it. I gave her a bath.
Picture this, Scared, shaking puppy. Chewing on my fingers. Fur all stuck to her body and dripping. Making high pitched puppy sounds. Tail wagging contradicting her terrified shaking body. I rinse her off. She climbs out and shakes her entire body and water goes flying. Ten minutes later she is slightly dry. I let her out of the bathroom. And thats how i end up sitting on the couch writing this while a puppy with crazy-A** fur is chewing on my fingers while somehow pouncing on a tennis ball. Oh god, it hurts, her two little puppy fangs scraping of my skin. Stop! A pause, and the knawing begins again.

Good day to you all, Rigby.
lucky and jazz

no snow

yeah thanks bloomberg multi-millionaire who couldn't find it in his heart to give us a snow day, and do you know what bites, I mean he hasn't been a bad mayor but get this, over the break he made a snide remark saying something like

Well, Your kids can't complain now because they got a snow day, because they did, it was just over their break

couldn't you just leave it be, he's just mad at us for wanting a snow day and complaining about it last year, as well, he can't even buck up the courage to admit it. IN the STORM he blamed the people, by saying they should move their cars so that the plows to get around, but they got stuck because there WERE NO PLOWS OR SALTERS TO BEGIN WITH! my street wasn't plowed for five days. Taking this third term was just a mistake, okay, in my opinion, I mean in the first two terms your fixing what was given to you, generally, in the third term, if it breaks it is your fault! And the education system, I mean really, it turns out the cities results had been forged and we made no improvement, so thanks for the stress Joel Klein, with all the testing you did but I suppose it isn't your fault, well then bloomberg, back to you, from all thee kids in the city what is your Problem?!


Monday, January 10, 2011

The end

I don't want to be a part of this anymore.
I did this as a prank from my eighth grade friend who got the password from someone in your group. I'm in seventh grade, my name is John, and I'm tired of posting here. I'm not coming on wednesday to the meeting, and I'm not posting on this website again ever.

From john, "The Scarecrow"

Friday, January 7, 2011

Thank you for the invitation. I have considered it, and I will be coming next week.


Don't take it personally if I don't show. I've got a lot of things going on this month, with the grades and the talent stuff.

Plus, I think it's fun bein anonymous.

-your humble friend, The Scarecrow.

Wednesday, January 5, 2011

To ScareCrow From Cotton and Smith Team

Dear Scarecrow, We really want you to come to our lunches. We have been talking about you since you started posting. Truth be told you sound like quite the intellectual and a funny person. It wouldn't be awkward if you came to blog, we're all nice people and from my point of view most of us are intellectuals too (most of us). So you and your apprentice can come to our blog lunches on Wednesday. We will be happy to have you in our company. Come have laugh with us... or are you too afraid?! So come on buddy boy (and girl). Join the blog... if your up to it :)

Love Cotton and Smith <3

Monday, January 3, 2011


I'll leave.
I'll stay.
Your choice.
I don't really like making a new paragraph everytime I type so ima stop. I'm either in drama or art. You decide. I can't come to the blog. That would just be weird.
"Hi, are you coming to join the blog?"
"Um yeah."
"Who are you, whats your name?'
"Um... the scarecrow..."
In that scenario I probably would have said my real name, but since this is the internet, you gotta be careful what you put out there :).
The girl that was my partner in crime is my friend. She wants to join the blog, and she wanted me to tell you guys so.
Me, on the other hand,
I'm hesitant. As I said before, it would be awkward. Plus if I joined, it wouldn't be as fun to post anymore.
Probably wouldn't be as fun to read either.
I dare you to write to me again, any of you.

-The Scarecrow !23r4i43-103-245640=-23401-39-?

things on my mind

High School.
hot chocolate.
snow :)
snow :(

Dear Scarecrow,

dont leave.
don't stay.
who are you
why don't you just come to the blog.
you should.
if your already in the blog why wont you tell us who you are.
you should.

your posts are fun to read.
so post back.