Weekends.

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.

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' :)

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.
alas
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.

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.

Snow

Hi, snow.

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

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)

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?!

Ile

The end

HEY
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"

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

Probably.

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.

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

Whawhat?

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

School.
High School.
Music.
Books.
friends.
computers.
hot chocolate.
TV.
snow :)
snow :(

Dear Scarecrow,

hi.
dont leave.
don't stay.
AHH
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.
Sometimes.
so post back.