Blogging on Blogs About Blogging

So I needed to thank my friend R for giving me the link to her blog.  Or rather, giving it to my mom so that she could give it to me.  I would have gotten it myself, but that would be breaking my fast from Facebook.  Plus I don't have her email.  Wait, that's a lie, I probably do have it.  Somewhere.  In the huge file named Drama Club, Drama Crew on my gmail account.  I was going to thank R by posting on her blog, but I don't know how to make Blogger work with Tumblr.  Which is why I'm not technically following her blog.  My sister whose at college would know how to do it.

Oh darn!  My sister at college isn't at college anymore!  She's not even in the same state as me anymore.  She went up north for some diplomacy class in Washington DC.  I am so jealous.  Or not.  Because it's school.  And she has to wear fancy suits and make up.  I don't like make up.  Nor is my etiquette good.  Or my grammar.  Or my spelling.  I would flunk.  Basically, I just want to go to DC and see all the fancy shmancy museums up there.  I'm certain you have to wear a suit just to enter those museums.

So, I have breaking news that should have been in a couple earlier blog posts.  That's that I told my mom that I have a crush.  I thought she would be angry or something.  But apparently my mother was happy.  So now I'm blogging about it because it probably won't matter anymore that I like a guy since he's going off to college soonishly.  Oh well, that means he'll get smart and stuff.  And probably forget about me.  That's life for you, don't expect anything or else you'll be disappointed.  Then you have the saying that one of the BodyFlow instructors said once.  It was probably just because the next track was abs, but I thought it was a great saying in all areas of life:

"If it were easy, you would be disappointed."

I wish he had a Facebook or that I knew his email or phone number or SOMETHING.  But I don't.  I could pray about it.  But I already have.  I asked my mom about it.  She suggested sending him a card.  That's nice.  Only I don't know what his address is.  Even if I lose him, there is one thing I must remember:

There we go.  That was close! Blogger started pitching a fit when I asked it, politely, to put that picture up.  So yeah.  Basically that's it.  And R posted on Facebook once:

"When you're drowning, remember that your lifeguard walks on water."  Best quote ever.  She is so inspirational.  She is the best person I ever friended on Facebook.  I would say Muppet is the best, but obviously if I didn't have Facebook we wouldn't miss out on any of our deep heart to heart conversations since most of them occur over email.  Plus I'm fasting.  When I went on yesterday, I spent five minutes on Muppet's wall and twenty minutes on R's wall.  She has so much to say.  And all of what she says is so good and so filled with God.  She's just amazing.

And Muppet is too.  Don't get me wrong.  I wouldn't have half the conversations with her that I do if she weren't.  But really, if I quote anybody on my blog, it's probably going to be R.

Writing and Singing

My goodness.  The songs I've been posting lately are SO catchy.  I'm turning on something less catchy....oh wait, that would be hard.  All the songs I have get stuck in my head.  But supposedly if you sing the words to Amazing Grace to the tune of Gilligan's Island it's supposed to help get songs out of your head.  Except for the fact that I don't know the tune to Gilligan's Island because I've never watched that show.  The trick also works the other way around too.  Not that I know the words to Gilligan's Island.

So, I wrote a little bit of something on Saturday:

                “Ha, ha!” said Diamond, “That kid can’t even remember her own name.  Watch!”  Diamond was an ordinary teenager except for the fact that her hair grew in an unnatural shade of blue.  She swore she had never touched a wig or hair dye in her life.

She had been introducing her friend, 

And that was all I got to writing this weekend because the next day was spent at my grandparent's house Skyping my sister at college, eating ice cream, helping my brother and our cousin finish a computer game we were making, and listening to Pride and Prejudice while coloring in a color book with 120 crayons.

Later there was Youth Group.  That was where and when I learned about this creepy guy name Josef Cony.  If you don't know who he is, he's basically this guy who tortures children in Africa and forces them to be his soldiers to terrorize other peaceful peoples in Africa and he even makes the children-soldiers kill their own parents.  We watched a movie on people who were affected by him.  So apparently he based his attacks off the Ten Commandments...If that's true, I wonder what version of the Ten Commandments he read.  I recall them saying things like Thou Shalt Not Kill and Honor Thy Father and Thy Mother.  People these days...

I'm off to play Minecraft and test out the new texture pack my brother made.  Oh, speaking of video games, Muppet FINALLY unlocked Diddy Kong on Mario Kart Wii.  Now I can be my favorite racing monkey in the whole world!

Someone Like You

This is also a good song.  But I guess I wouldn't be posting any songs that weren't good.  My sister at college had a talent show thing that she was doing with her friend and they played this song.  They didn't win, but many people congratulated them for their performance and some people said that they should have won.  One of those people being me.  My sister at college plays the piano when she comes home from college for Summer, Winter, Spring break.  She's really good at playing the piano.  But then you have Al who is almost a pro at playing the piano.  I went to one of his piano concerts and listened to him play and he definitely has some talent.  Well, so does my sister, but she just doesn't put on concerts.

My brother is humming Dr. Who theme rather loudly now and is making it difficult to write about Adele.

Adele is awesome because she's British.  British people have such pretty accents.  I wonder if I have an accent to British people.  I also wonder if British people sit at home trying to talk in an American accent like I sit at home trying to use a pitiful British accent.  But I think I can nail an accent of some kind when I'm doing my three lines as the judge in the Four Angry Pigs script I'm doing with my Drama Club.

So I wanted to write yesterday and instead was drawing pictures on Paint.  Today I'm going to do the opposite.  I really want to draw a good cover for Muppet's book that she's trying to write but I can't draw what I want to draw and it's frustrating.  Oh well.  I'll write instead.

Whiskers on Kittens--My Favorite Thing

Well, obviously.  You can tell since when I uploaded some of my pictures on Facebook one-hundred and two of them were of kitties and less than fifty of my pictures were of my friends.  Speak of the Pluffen, I get to go on Facebook tomorrow.  I gave up Facebook for lent, except for on Sundays.  So, since I only get an hour of computer time on the weekend, I will probably only use half of the hour on Facebook.

Since the title says "Kittens" I'll put some more paint pics.

 Yeah, he's staring at you; and NOBODY ELSE.

 AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH! SO MANY KITTIES!

 I love this one.  "Even in the dark you can still see the light.  It's gonna be all right."--Matt Maher

 Cosmo!

 Cosmo!

 Even MORE Cosmo!

 And my favorite cartoon cat of all time!

 HEY! This isn't Cosmo!  What is the world coming to?

 Cosmo.  Again.

 and again.

 Oh look it's Firepaw.  I almost forgot how much I loved the Warriors series! Below is his beloved Sandpaw

 Later in the book series, their names get changed to Fireheart and Sandstorm.

 COSMOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!

 Sunny.  I was wondering where the pictures of her would come in.

 Teenage kittens!  Wait, that doesn't make any sense.

 Sunny.  Again

 Sunny plus drama equals Dramatically Cute

 I know people don't like black cat because they mean bad luck; but get over it.  They're really pretty to draw

 Sam.

 (music plays the tune of Sherry) Sunny.  Sunny kitten. Sunny.  Sunny kitten.

 More of Sunny.

Sam has and awesome tuxedo.  Real cats wear tuxedos.

That is the end of that.

So.  Since it's spring break, MY SISTER FROM COLLEGE CAME HOME!

OMG I have missed her Sooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo much.

And also since it's spring, I DON'T HAVE TO DO MATH NEXT WEEK!  Also, I GET TO (hopefully) VISIT MUPPET ON WEDNESDAY AND WE GET TO PLAY MARIO KART WII AND AWESOMENESS!

PLUS, we get to eat chocolate fondue tonight.  Fondue is Fun to do.  Kinda like that saying "Underwear is fun to wear" except "Fondue is fun to do" is WAY better.

So I recently decided there should be a Twilight spin off called First Bite.  Only to my dismay to find out that it was a completely unoriginal thought since, APPARENTLY it had been done.  Oh well.

Oops Muppet

For one I never put a title to my last post and I apologize about that.  Oh well.

I also went to my friend Muppet's blog recently and saw that she posted a link to my blog.  So I decided to do the same for her.

And YES Muppet I know I just told you wouldn't post twice in one day.  This is an exception.

Go to Muppet's blog by taking this portal threw the interconnected net and you will enter the awesomeness on the other side:

 http://mopheadedmuppet.blogspot.com/

Muppet: my curly haired friend

Pluffkin: her curly haired friend

When we went to the mall, Muppet didn't buy a hat! GASP.  She always gets a hat.  She has a million hats I'm sure.  I got a hat though.  It was awesome and zebra patterned and soft.  I have four hats now.  one from Target, one from Clair's, one from Rainbow, and one crocheted by my sister who is curently at college.  I will call her Fluff from now on because My Sister at College is too long of a title.

I wrote a lovely poem and I'm not certain if you can read it or not so I'm going to paste it below:

He waits with patience

The mouse adjacent

To his paws

The mouse, unwary

The cat, solitary

With his claws

The cat about to pounce

Power ounce by ounce

Alas, he misses

Then he hisses

All power and no aim

Without a goal, he’s lame

The mouse remains

The cat’s stomach, the same.

YAY! Awesome poem!  Oh, that was silly I just complimented myself.  Oh well, it's my blog.  That is, Cosmo the Pluffkin's blog.  I think I said this before though.  Nachos!  This blog is nacho blog!  Mwa ha ha ha!  It is mwa's blog.  As in Mwa ha ha blog!

Yesterday I ate a chicken sandwich and waffle fries and lemonade for lunch.  But I didn't have a milkshake.

  NO! My sister went back to college today.  That means I won't see her again until summer.  No wait, spring.  In that case it's slightly better.  But only slightly.  I MISSES HER.  I also miss Muppet but that's not so bad since drama club starts up next week so we can act together again.  I hope I wasn't supposed to memorize something for it.  I submitted a story to this beam thingy that Muppet is doing.

I guess I'll put it here too:

Tiger, the kitten, was told strictly not to climb the book shelf.  But he couldn’t help himself: there at the top was an enormous peacock feather sitting silently, almost mockingly, inside of a pink pencil holder.

He imagined he was hunting a monstrous bird in a jungle.  He jumped from one bouncy toadstool to the next.  He gripped onto a vine and climbed high into the treetops.  The bird sat still on a branch far out of reach of the kitten.  The tree began to shake from underneath Tiger.  He looked below to see a wolf sitting far below him.  It howled hungrily at him.

Tiger gasped as he slipped.  Fortunately he grabbed onto a strong fern growing on the tree and was able to climb back up. Tiger looked across the space between his tree and the tree that the bird was sitting on. The bird was preening itself and glaring at Tiger.  It squawked a menacing cackle at the small orange kitten.  He leapt as far as he could.  He scrambled up the dry sturdy bark of the tree.

The bird, startled, floated to a lower branch.  The wolf barked loudly at the cat.   The cat looked up into the blue August sky.  Vulture’s shadows shaded the sun’s bright rays.  They swooped closer and closer to the limb that Tiger was sitting on.  One knocked him off and he felt himself falling, falling, helplessly through time and space.  Was this the end?  He certainly hoped not.  He fell onto a soft fluffy pile of leaves.

Just as Tiger was climbing out of the leaves, a dark shape scooped him up into the air.  He couldn’t stand it.  He mewed for help but he was drawn closer and closer to the strange dark shape’s body.  The shape felt warm.

Tiger looked up realizing that the dark shape was only his owner.  The ‘toadstools’ were simply a sofa and an armchair; as for the vultures, it was simply the fan spinning.  The wolf was the dog; the leaves, a pile of laundry.  All this time he was in the safest place in the world, his home.

Now you see why 'Whiskers' and 'Meows' made it on to the blog title.  LOL.

That's enough for one day.

This is Pluffkin signing out!  Ooh now I sound like an awesome FBI agent or something.  That stands for Fluffy Bunnies Inc. BTW.  And that means Big Tough Waterbuffalo BTW. LOL