Friday, August 7, 2009

Which are the best strawberries?

Seriously, my parents are watching Battlestar Galactica, (or BSG as they call it) again! After watching it till past midnight last night! I mean, maybe you think it's a good show, but now we're border lining obsession here!

Claire: And it's freaking me out.

You all know Claire, right? one of my IFriends?

Claire: Hi.

So anyway... *cough* *whistles* Hi.

Mocha: You don't have anything planed, do you?

Sure I do, I just can't remember it.

Claire: Why don't you talk bout strawberry picking?

Good idea. *ahem*

So yesterday I went strawberry picking with my mom, sister, and grandma. We do that pretty much every year, and this year was just like another. We picked berries, we collected berries in our buckets, and we ate lots and lots of berries! They were pretty good, besides the fact that there were more moldy ones then fresh ones, at lest by my calculation. (actually, I didn't calculate anything. I hate math) Honestly, I found berries that were little more then grey fuzzy lumps. It was fun.

Mocha: The smallest ones are the sweetest.

Claire: The purpley ones are pretty sweet to.

Mocha: Ugh, no, those ones are just overly juicy and gross.

Claire: Are not!

Okay, this could go on for a while, so I'm going to stop reporting it.

Eddie: What are the two girls arguing over?

Hi, Eddie. I don't really know...

Claire:
Hey, we can ask Eddie.

Mocha: You kidding me? Ask Eddie? What for?

Claire: You have a point...

Eddie: What am I not being asked?

Something to do with what's the best kind of strawberry, or something.

Eddie: The big red ones, duh.

Claire: Since when? Those are just the stupid little stereotypical strawberries.

Mocha: Yeah. Besides, the little ones are sweeter.

Eddie: They are not.

Claire: Yeah, the purpleish ones are juicyest, making them officially the best.

Eddie: Since when?

Mocha: The little ones are obviously the best.

Claire: Are not!

Maraschino: Why are you all arguing?!

Mocha: We're trying to decide what are the juicyest strawberries.

Maraschino: Do you have to argue over it?

Eddie: Yes.

Claire: Of course.

Mocha: We're just having a conversation.

Maraschino: Well knock it off!

Maraschino's our peace keeper, we'd all murder each other in our sleep if it wasn't for him.

Mocha: Although he can get annoying sometimes.

Maraschino: Hey!

Claire: Well, I still say the purpleish ones are the best.

Maraschino: Why don't we do a poll, or something.

Mocha: A what?

Eddie: You don't know what a poll is, Mocha?

Mocha: I know what a poll is, I just don't see why we should have one.

Claire: Yeah, I mean, it's so obvious the purpleish ones are the best.

Eddie: Well, maybe Maraschino has a point...

Maraschino: Thank you.

Mocha: Oh, you're just siding with him cause you wanna make it boys vs girls.

Eddie: Do not!

Can I get a word in edge wise?

Mocha, Claire, Eddie: What?

I think Maraschino had a good idea. Well, a better one then you all arguing forever.

Maraschino: Thank you.

So, look to your, er, right, and there should be a poll on what the best kind of strawberry is.

Well, I better go before they start arguing again. Bye!

Thursday, August 6, 2009

Hi, I guess...

Um, hi. My 'name' is SuperPanda, and I'd like to welcome you to this blog I invented.

"Hi," SuperPanda said, "welcome to this blog I invented!"

Now, I'm guessing you're all wondering why I even made this blog in the first place, right? Well to bad, cause I'm telling you anyways.

Mocha: Yeah, cause that's really sticking it to the man, SuperPanda.

That's just Mocha, I'll explain her later. *in an overly loud voice Mocha is sure to overhear* She has a sarcasm problem!

Mocha: I do not!

Do to.

Mocha: Fine, so maybe I do, so what?

So nothing. I was just about to explain why I bothered making this blog.

Mocha: Be my guest.

Thank you. Now, where was I...Oh yes. So, I made this blog because my parents are officially geeks, and are obsessed with Battlestar Galactica. (if I spelled that wrong, I really do not care. That's right, I went there) So, I need something to do when I'm forced up here in their room, with the slow computer and the small TV...It's absolute torcher, you know. Yay, I used proper grammar in that sentence! Aunt Josephine would be so proud...A Series of Unfortunate Events thing, don't ask.

Mocha: Oh, I doubt they'll ask. They seem like a fairly smart group. Except that one...

Now, I'm sure you would like me to explain Mocha, wouldn't you?

Mocha: Yes, please.

Well I'm not gonna...

Mocha: Why not?

Wait till I'm done, geez. I'm not gonna, yet. I'm building suspense, see? Suspense building is a authorical trick. I know it, because I'm an author. Well, an author in training. I've been published. Ask my mom, she'll positively talk your ears off. Like most authors, I've read my fair share of books, along with three other peoples fair share. (if I stole your share, sorry) Unlike most authors, (I think, I haven't met most authors personally) I can not spell or use proper English grammar. You have been warned.

Mocha: No one cares.

I'm sure someone cares.

Mocha: Well, maybe, but still, can we get to the interesting part already?

You mean the part where I formally introduce you?

Mocha: That would be it, yes.

Fine. I will introduce Mocha.

Mocha: Yay!

*ahem* Mocha, along with Maraschino, Eddie, and Claire, are my four IFriends, or 'imaginary' friends as you mere mortals refer to them. Mocha is a monkey-slash-cat coffee coloured creature, Maraschino is a small bright red bird, Eddie is a short, redheaded bookaholic, and Claire is a tall biker, with long black hair. Happy now?

Mocha: Very much so, yes.

Then I can stop writing this. It's late, I'm tired, goodnight.

Mocha: Night.