starfish have no heart

i know that i haven't written for a while, but i am not going to apologize. believe it or not but i have better things to do. of which i'll write for your benefit:
freaking out teachers. soo much more rewarding than blogging i've got to say. although blogging did have a part in it. remember this post? the one with vampire teachers?  
my grades are really bad. instead of doing homework and retaking tests or whatever it is you dweebs do, i printed out said post to use as blackmail. it scared the living daylights (of which there's none) out of poor Mr.History Teacher. it didn't get my grades up, and now the teachers know that i know. creepy. 
scheming. my fellow students, i think you're all dumb. since i was little i've been using this to my advantage in several different ways. and now that eighth grade is nearly over with (ohhh sweet mercy), i'll use that to my advantage too. writing this all on the internet may not be the smartest move on my part, but i know i can count on your short attention span to the end, even if you can't read this post to the end. anywho, my plan is sort of a farewell to the eighth grade year, although heaven knows i won't miss it, and a hello to ninth grade year, although you know i'm not anticipating it to be any better. be ready.
dueling. my savage dog attacked me yesterday. no, this part isn't the thing better than blogging, i just want everyone to know i'm living with a vicious brute. and i'm not talking about my roommate. 

 evil brute............................................^
oh look at that. it turns out that i don't have many reasons to avoid blogging, and all of them are flat out weird. maybe i should apologize. 

Whistling at many European operas actually means “boo!”

whoa. whoa whoa whoa. WHOA!
read that four times and you start questioning if it's a word. WHOA!
does anyone remember my darling little rabbits? this is avri. Fern is our slightly-less adorable-rabbit-but-i-love-her-anyway rabbit. 
with that out of the way.... FERN HAD BUNNIES!!!!(!)
so there i was, reading about a typical case in which involves neighbor's cat having kittens-when my friend franticly interrupted my-down time. a bit rude, actually.
but i quickly forgave her when she announced that fern is with child. 
three.adorable.bunnies.
but what's wrong with this picture?

nothing, it's quite nice actually. it portrays how small these bunnies are.
BACK TO THE POINT! 
the bunnies had hair on them. 
that doesn't happen until they're a few days old!
but, there you have it. a full head of hair. er, body.
we scampered off to see The Bunny Expert. which is to say, a thirteen-year-old girl down the street. she confirmed it. the bunnies are definitely a few days old. as in i-haven't-noticed-that-my-rabbit-had-bunnies.
typical. 

(also, here's fern, the mother of these delightful little bunnies) 

UPDATE: went back to The Bunny Expert. she came and saw the bunnies, and told us that they are a month old.
and we just found them.

Sharks do not have a single bone in their bodies.

hah! today's been hilarious! so me & my friend took a bottle of this:

cleaned it out and replaced it with gatorade. then we took this:

cleaned that out and filled it with vanilla pudding. then we went to walmart and laughed at the looks people were giving us as we ate our 'mayos' & 'glass cleaner'. full grown men were openly staring at us! at one point a baby in a stroller dissed us! 
pretty much the funniest thing.
i highly recommend it.