the girl with gray skin died

the girl with gray skin that i mentioned yesterday; http://badbob48.blogspot.com/2012/08/bring-me-my-spear-o-clouds-unfold.html
died, well she didnt show up to school, or

my teacher said be careful what collage to go to because there might be black people

Bring me my Spear: O clouds unfold!

ANYWAYS...
today was the second day of school... and YESTERDAY was the first...... ummm...
OK, so yesterday, in my...math... class there's this really dumb girl, who I've seen before, but I've never heard her talk. all i know about her is that she has gray skin, she always wears the saaaameeee gray sweatshirt, and has straight hair. oh and shes... well fat... big boned. OK so my super 'peppy' asian teacher made everyone in the class take turns standing up, do a little dance, and then say something interesting about themselves. i said that i havent stopped playing Poke`mon Snap, i mean NONSTOP for about 48 hours now, its SO MUCH FUN
so much fun
....ok so when it was the girls turn to stand up and do a dance and say something interesting, and the teacher called her name, she froze. i mean, like i thought she was going to have a panic attack, im not trying to sound mean, its just, she FROZE. then eventually the teacher convinced her to stand up, (by this point she was in tears) do a dance and say something interesting about herself. anyways, she stood up, looked down, and in a voice so quiet that even my amazing hearing couldn't quite hear it, she said, "I don't talk too much"
then the whole class (except me because im a GREAT person) erupted into a roar of laughter, even the teacher (but not me)
anyways, later someone (not me) tripped her, and light her on fire. (not me)



ALSO, today... well tomorrow, my blog not only becomes a place where you read, and laugh, and a happy place where you... read. but it also becomes a place where i post my homework so my teacher can see, FORCING HIM TO READ MY BLOG MWAHAHAHAHA

Bring me my Chariot of fire!

you know what happens when a horse fights an ice wrath in skyrim? the game glitches and causes the horse to fly away, no matter what. well right now, i dont know if i feel more like the ice wrath, or the horse. maybe a little of both, but my mouth tastes like garlic.

this week, were going to be doing something different. im going to mysteriously find a bible verse, no matter how small, and talk about it. for today;  "Would to God that all the Lord's people were Prophets"
i really dont know what that means, but what i do know is every time i copy and paste something onto my blog it messes up the font and color and everything. 

the new school year

i hate school, like i HATE school.
so i came up with a plan...
...tomorrow, when im supposed to bike to school, im going to Disneyland instead.

IS "POT" A DRUG?

i am often asked "is 'pot' a drug." the answer; YES.
it is a drug, in fact, its an ILLEGAL drug, so don't smoke it.

the other question i am quite often asked is, "IS POT BAD FOR YOU?"
yes, pot is indeed bad for you.
now, i know what youre thinking, "BUT POTS A PART OF NATURE, AND GOD MADE POT"
bravo, plants ARE nature. and yes, God indeed made pot. God made everything in fact, even DEATH.
so in a way, if the same person who made pot, also made death... isnt smoking pot, in a way, smoking
death?

...well by that logic everything would be death...

anyways dont do drugs

sky-rim

today during my 7 hour Skyrim session, i found an axe in some guys inn, i believe it was the winking skeever.  ANYWAYS, i decided, for fun, to carry the axe around and swing it at people. as i was doing so, the inn keeper said, "careful, with that [axe]". my characters name is Eugene.

^^^
TRUE STORY

'Octomom' 2.0? Woman Gets 'Pregnant In The Mouth' After Eating Squid

today, while i was scrolling down facebook, a certain status update caught my eye. it  was a yahoo post labled, 'NEW OCTO MOM SQUID MOUTH PERSON... PREGNANT' or something like that. so without reading it, here is what i think the article says.

ONCE UPON A TIME, there was a short stubby Russian women. Although she was only 4 feel 11 inches, she often weighed at just over 300 pounds. The women supported her family of 8 children, and her husband, by selling her body... FISH, which she... caught... with her fishing... equipment. Anyways, our fat Russian prostitute... FISHERMEN   would spend long hours catching... FISH. Because her family was very poor, the only food they could ever eat was also their merchandise to sell. this raised a problem, because at times, it came between feeding their youngest child, Matthew, or paying the cable bill. eventually, the poor Russian family became desperate, they decided something needed to change in order for them to all be fed AND keep their precious television set.  The Russian lady, decided to hold a family meeting, and try to come up with a solution to their problem. she called upon each of her children, Steven, Anton, Kyle, Jon, Melissa, Lauren, Lauren, and Matthew, for them each to come up with their own way to bring money to the family, and for them as a whole to come up with a "MASTER PLAN' so they never have to go without television again. The mother, however, decided to sell herself to her evil nazi communist government for them to perform tests on her. These tests involved electric shock therapy, reanimation, and drug tests. These tests went on for several months, where the family would receive $20 in compensation every other month. eventually, the evil nazi communist government decided to test a new type of drug, one that would supposedly give her powers beyond imagination, powers, that would make her be able to transform into any sort of animal she pleased. the women was put on a strict diet of water and fat several weeks before the testing, to 'cleanse' her body of any toxins that might disturb the drug. the women was also isolated, and received electric shock treatment every day in order to prepare her body for ULTIMATE SUPER POWERS! after many weeks of preparation, the drug was finally ready. the took the women from her cell, and strapped her into a chair. they gave her neurotoxins to relax her nerves, for any stress would alter her blood flow and change the effects of the drug. they then injected the drug, which later they found out was actually just squid and orange juice put into a blender and dyed green, into her face. the women died 6 days later, and the family received $30 compensation.
as it turns out, all of her children decided to make their share of the family's monies by creating the drug for their evil Nazi communist government.

Disney land

yesterday, i spent the whole day at Disneyland with Emaly Hunter. We saw Tigger attack a little kid, a blind man ride the haunted mansion, we saw Micky mouse, we rode ALL the rides, and i ate an apple.
right now, i have a headache. Bleh

a play

Today, i saw a play. not just any play though, a STUPID LITTLE KID PETER PAN PLAY. it was... well it was alright if your kid was in the play, or if you were like 7, but for everyone else, it was painful. the acting was bad, the sound was bad, the directing was REALLY BAD, the choreograph was REALLY REALLY BAD, especially because it was a musical, but the biggest movements they made in any dance was taking a step to the right. also, because all the actors were no older than 12, they needed to add softener to their voices in all the songs, so instead of it sounding like 7 year olds with poor voices singing, it sounded like robotic 7 year olds with poor voices singing, and also it hurt your ears because some moron decided to give EVERY KID their own mic. another thing was that the sound guy didnt put a limit on the speakers, so at times when a new song started the sound would go from a point where you needed to strain your ears to understand anything, to a point where older people actually got up and left until the music stopped. another thing about the music that sometimes, they would put music into the background for talking sections. im generally fine with this, but when its louder than the people speaking and its the wrong track, it tends to be a little annoying. the last thing i want to say, and probably the most annoying to me, it that there were parts where the kids would scream. i dont mind screaming, i actually scream myself at times, but when there are 50 kids all with mics, and all screaming as loud as they could, with the speakers without a limit, not only is it a little loud, but also it created feedback that got so bad that they had to shut down the entire sound system.
THE END.

characters.

im making a character list, well a list of people who post on my blog. such as myself, and other people.

There was this Pelican

Well. There are stupid people like vets. They help animals who should just live a natural life. If natural selection doesn't choose the defective animal, why should it deserve to live.
So, there's this stupid pelican that was in the news today. Apparently it just sucked. So, the evil vets took it, and performed some scary thing called surgery and tried to fix it.
It killed itself.

Thank you vets.

any colour you like?

today, im teaching you how to spell.
GRAY V.S GREY

here, if you live in England, you spell it like grEy
if you live in America you spell it like grAy
or you can always spell it like grey, it doesn't matter

come inside

welcome back my friend...
i walked into the building, looking around it looked very much like a hotel, except there were items on display as if it were a museum. i continued to walk down the red carpet deeper into what i decided was in fact a hotel, well it had numbered doors so it could be an apartment complex... ANYWAYS... i as i was walking deeper into the hotel/ apartment complex, i noticed that the items on display were becoming... less interesting. the items started out with rare paintings and old artifacts, then jewelry, then just precious rocks, then just rocks and dirt and grass. another odd thing was, the less valuable the item, the more guarded it appeared to be. for example, there was a single blade of grass behind bullet proof glass, with railings around it and a place where a guard would have stood. the paintings, however, had little more that a broken rope around it. another very odd thing, was the lighting. there were obvious neon lights, and a lot of them, but they were all placed next to each other in groups, and oddly enough they were all facing the wall or the ground, so little light was actually coming from it. but somehow, the hotel was very well light, but i couldn't find where the light was coming from.
after a bit of walking, i came across a casino inside the hotel. the casino, was actually the only place in the hotel that had poor lighting. and for some reason it was damp too. i walked down some steps off the pathway for children to get around the casino, down towards some slot machines. Then... THE WORLD EXPLODED AND EVERYBODY DIED!!!

peter frampton

I SWEAR IF SOMEONE CALLS ME PETER FRAMPTON ONE MORE TIME...
anyways, people dont usually tell me i look like peter frampton except for my brothers and my hair cut lady, and sometimes people at the Nazi record store i go to. anyways, today, while i was walking from 7-11 to somewhere, this guy who im assuming was either retarded or high, started yelling LOOK ITS PETER!!
i know he was high or insane, probably both, because before he started yelling, i saw he was talking to himself about how high and insane he is. but anyways, he just kept staring at me, trying to figure out if i was really Peter frampton or not. eventually, i think he decided i was in fact peter frampton, because he ran into his house screaming MA, COME OUTSIDE QUICK, ITS PETER FRAMPTON!! anyways, i sprinted away while he drove after me asking for pieces of my hair.

day 0

tomorrow, im going to to nothing...
and skype scares me a little

facebook page

im out of ideas for now.
i think...
LIKE US ON FACEBOOK

Armenian

I ENJOY ARMENIAN PEOPLE... i went on facebook, and the first word of the first 4 status updates was i enjoy Armenian people. so today, were going to talk about ARMENIA.
Armenia was a country, born in 2492 BC. He is 4% water, and has a GDP (PPP) total of ... less than 300.
after the great Turkey Armenia war, where in april, 1915, the Armenians claim to have been 'raped' by the 'stoopid' Turks.

And all countries other than Armenia, Alaska, and Djibouti have denied that the event ever even happened. 


"what on earth do you want? the question is settled. there are no more Armenians."

"...Who, after all, speaks today of the annihilation of the Armenians?" 

im beginning to thing Armenia isn't even a real place. 
sometimes, i think it was made up entirely to make Turkish people feel bad about themselves.

There are these children...

I like to step on scared children's faces.

They look scared.
They deserve to be stepped on.
All hail Jason.

The Spirit

planes..are big and they carry a lot of people and the fly in the air and have windows and are really really fast...yeah, planes also carry family from strange places that come to visit....

The Spirit...First Read this
Mathew 17:14-21

14 And when they came to the crowd, a man came up to him and, kneeling before him, 15 said, “Lord, have mercy on my son, for he is an epileptic and he suffers terribly. For often he falls into the fire, and often into the water. 16 And I brought him to your disciples, and they could not heal him.” 17 And Jesus answered, “O faithless and twisted generation, how long am I to be with you? How long am I to bear with you? Bring him here to me.” 18 And Jesus rebuked the demon, and it came out of him, and the boy was healed instantly. 19 Then the disciples came to Jesus privately and said, “Why could we not cast it out?” 20 He said to them, “Because of your little faith. For truly, I say to you, if you have faith like a grain of mustard seed, you will say to this mountain, ‘Move from here to there,’ and it will move, and nothing will be impossible for you.”

The spirit is a hard thing to grasp for me and probably for many..This Sunday somewhere I heard Someone say "The spirit will show up and Bridge the Gap"
Take that how you want..but just think about what it means..
Some notes:You need to have a Pure heart for your faith to grow...
Some Questions: what does it mean to have a pure heart?
THINK..THINK....THINK...
God is amazing!

By: Emaly Hunter   (I decided to put my name at the end this time because some people said when they see my name at the beginning they don't read the rest!)

i got another tattoo

today, i got yet another tramp stamp. this time, however, its not an airbrush, or a sticker that you pay 50 cents for at movie theatres. no, this time, i got a henna tattoo, made out of... lemon i think
anyways, i have a flaming unicorn made of lemon on my lower back...
i dont have a picture yet because its kinda hard to take one of your own back, but i will later.

www.facebook.com

as you all know, all i care about is how many blog views i get, and to do that sometimes i steal popular things from the internet. well today, im using FACEBOOK. Facebook is one of the most searched things on the interwebs, and therefor, facebok, or face, or facbook, are also all very common searches. because obviously this is not facebook, that means i have to use the 2nd best thing. 

WELCOME, TO

FACEBOK

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 and this is also my 200th blog post.

my back hurts

my back hurts. maybe i slept on it weird, or maybe someone punched my back while i was sleeping. or maybe a gnome kicked me while i was sleeping... OR MAYBE A TROLL BROKE INTO MY HOUSE AND MADE ME DRINK A POISON THAT MAKES MY BACK HURT while i was sleeping

the battery

i  really have no clue what to write about so im just going to look around my room and type what i see. 2 blank CD's, a D battery, a computer monitor, a computer, 4 pairs of speakers, a quadraphonic sound system, two record players, another pair of speakers, 6 amps, 2 subwoofers, another speaker, 2 duel cassette decks, a CD player, a receiver, another amp, a drum kit, a mini disc player, 5 head phones, 2 printers, 5 guitars, a banjo, 2 ukuleles, a keyboard, 2 mics, another computer and computer monitor, 2 more speakers and a subwoofer, a tv, a SNES, a NES, a nintendo zapper, a superscope, a few SNES games including Chrono Trigger, a few NES games including the Castlevania series, a VHS player, a PS1, around 150 records and several singles, 3 gold pocket watches, and... some other stuff..
...oh and i almost forgot, a virtual boy, with telroboxer and mario tennis.

the dog

today sucked. first my dog killed himself, then my great grandmama killed herself. then my snake choked on my hamster. THEN my x-box red-ringed. then my house burned down because i spilled milk into a power outlet starting an electrical fire. then i dropped the one thing i saved from the fire, my DARK SIDE OF THE MOON ORIGINAL LP WITH POSTER AND BOOKLET, and that got ruined. but above all, my jacuzzi

NO!

YES!!
YES!!!!
YES!!!!!!
no...
yesterday i was at a concert...
i know a man who lives in a giant shoe and who works at an airport and who put the dogs into hotdogs