Dear Creepers

Dear Creepers,
As you may have missed the many hints we have given you, which include deleting your comments and publicly making fun of you, I am now making this request very blunt. Stop commenting on our blogs. Stop writing stupid things in foreign languages we obviously don't speak. Stop being ridiculous. No one likes you. Especially us.
Thank you,
Bee and Emmy.

Bee and emmy's burning question for today: what is the point of a honeymoon?

umm... what?

does anyone else find this image slightly disturbing?

My pants dont fit. This saddens me. Especially since i just bought them... Today... What can i say? I like candy bars.

message in a bottle

WARNING: failure to blog results in trauma to the adventure system. I'm pretty sure my complete lack of worded entertainment has made me completely bonkers. All the things that i could have been writing were bottled up inside my head. this being said, i promise not to wait this long to blog again. if i do, you have my full permission to throw unbuttered mashed potatoes at me.

p.s. when i spell chcecked this blog, all the words were automatically changed to french. i'm not sure whats happening with my blog settings....

All the worlds a stage.

So I've had this same dream for the past 15 nights. I'm trying to interpret it using a dream dictionary. This is what it comes up with.

Spotlight

To dream that you are in the spotlight, indicates your need to be noticed and the center of attention. Perhaps you are feeling overlooked in your waking life.

Stage

To dream that you are on a stage, represents your behavior, manipulation of and relationships with others. It is telling of your interactions with society. You are putting up an act and not being who you really are. There is a saying that goes, "all the world is your stage" and thus may refer to your desire to be the center of attention. Consider how your stage performance parallels a waking situation.

I think it's wrong. I think my dream means I'm gonna be famous.

This is what happens when no one blogs

This is what happens when we don't blog in a while. Sorry for the awkward silence. We've been distracted lately with hot singing men. It happens to the best of us. Don't even try and pretend it doesn't.

reverse.

When I was a young child, the only thing I would wear was dresses. For the past 16 years all I have worn has been jeans. Recently (as in yesterday) I decided I am no longer wearing jeans. I am reverting to that period in my life when everything I wore was dresses or in this recent case skirts.

I'm still alive!

I know you all missed me and were worried, but I did not die. My computer is just out of commission. But never fear, I am blogging again. I would like to add that saran wrapping the road is an extremely pleasurable prank:) I have this friend who shot fireworks at kids who were saran wrapping a road once. We then ran away quickly. On another note I have listened to the same song 3 times in a row. It's an emo song by one Pink Floyd. Yep. I think thats all I have to say.

Road rage!

I witnessed something awesome today. While outside with Phil (past midnight) we heard strange scrappings on the road. We looked and saw two mysterious creatures running back and forth across the street. We thougtht they were robbers. Anyway, we hid to get a better view of the hooligans. It took us forever to realize what they were doing. But when a large truck came speeding down the road we finally discovered that they had saran wrapped the road. it was wonderful. the truck was highly confused and turned around to see what they had hit. then a smaller car came and stopped in front of the wrap, unsure of whether they should keep going or not. excellent. :) why don't people in monroe ever do fun pranks? this reminds me of a conversation i had with my sister and cousin a while ago. i think my brother was there too. and my cousins brother (who is also my cousin...) anyway we talked about lots of fun pranks, and i think some of those pranks might just come into play this summer... :D