Questions Now Being Answered.

Okay, I think it'd be fun if people who read my blog could put a bunch of questions out there for me and the gang. They could be serious , or they could be pretty dang random.
That's all I've got to say for the moment other than Flash and Sammy are now an "Item".

Seth out.

Sorry I Haven't Been On

Steph didn't feel like writing my Christmas Story at the moment, because it's 12:39 at night and she's tired. So we'll get back with you on that later.

Sorry this is gonna be such a short post. I suck, I know.

Happy New Year! Please enjoy the non-alcoholic bubbly and snacks from the table on the right. Drink responsibly and not too much chocolate or sugar.

I HAVE 13 FOLLOWERS! THIS IS PHENOMENAL! Thanks guys for all your support, you're awesome. I know I suck, so this is cool.

~Seth

I Just Threatened Jenn's Life

So I don't think that she's ever going to get on again. Or, we should hope.
I actually ran after her and pulled her down to the ground and threatened to kill her if she did it again. She just looked at me and told me that I'd never do that. I said I would, and squeezed the pressure point on her neck and she screamed until she promised not to as long as i'd LET GO!!!

So I did.

Anyhow, I changed my password.

So...apparently Jenn thinks I like her. Well, I don't. And I also think it's weird she called me 'hot'. I mean, isn't that a really strange word to use on your foster brother? I dunno about you, but I think so.

Frick, school tomorrow. And then Christmas. Joy. More reletives.

~Seth

Things From Jenn

Hello, this is Jenn. I got Flashman to hack on to Seth's account, so now I have complete control over it for now. Maybe I'll change the backround pink...or not. I'd get pummled. So, let's get on with it.

(We're pretending this is Seth.) I finally, finally got a picture of Seth. Smiling. Isn't it amazing? Brilliant I tell you, brilliant. He is sooo going to kill me. But Hey, I don't care. It's 10:46 at night and I don't care. Right Flashman? Weeeehaaaa!

So I do think that Seth has a crush. I'm not telling who, but I know he does.

Okay!!! I think it's meee!!! Seth is so hot. Oh, God, did I just say that?

Crap. Seth's coming. Gotta run, bye! (by the way, Flashman hacked the computer, and you, Seth, can now not delete this post. Hahaha!)

Bye!

~Jenn

Sorry I Haven't Posted In Awhile

I've been kinda swamped with homework.

Hey, does anyone wanna solve this for me?

#43
You are to be given four clues. Solve the problem by reading each clue carefully.

a) The door code is made up of six unique digits. The last digit is 8.
b)Odd and even digits alternate (0 is even)
c) The difference of adjacent digits is always bigger than one.
d) The first two digits (read as one number) as well as the two middle digits (as one number) are multiples of the last two digist (as one number).

Thanks! Pray for snow!

[chocolate chip] Banana Bread and Nobama

Okay, so I actually made banana bread yesterday. It was reeeaaally good. And I saw chocolate chips in the cubbard, so i threw them into the mix, so it was beyond my normal expectations. Jenn came down to see what I was doing and was like, "OMG, Seth, what are you doing? Did you tell M--Sasha that your doing that? She's gonna freaking kill you!"
"Muhsasha?" I smirked, licking batter off my finger, laughing silently at my quoting.
She groaned at me, and went over to the phone that was ringing. "Hello?"
I chuckled again, and grabbed a spoon and dipped it in the banana gook.
"No, she's busy at the momennnthSEGPH!" she growled with her mouth full of, ahem, thpoon. Hahaha.
She grabbed at me, and I nimbly dodged out of the way. She threw her thpoon at at me and got saliva-batter on me.
When she finally hung up the phone she walked over to where I was putting flour in a pan.
"That was good," she said, peeking over my shoulder. "Hey, but you could probably have done without the chocolate chips."
I threw flour at her without looking.
She shrieked and hit me upside the head.
"Hey!" I said, and hit her back. "Leave me alone, critic."
"Mmkay," she said, licking a finger.
I turned back to my cooking, and poured the batter into a pan.

Moral of the story: Always make your banana bread with chocolate chips.

Oh, and then I ran back after I put it in the oven and screamed "NOBAMA!" in her ear.

I Have Been Denied Food, Yet Again

I caught Sasha in the kitchen making bundt cake, and when i tried to steal a slice she told me it was for Thanksgiving and that her side of the family was coming over. I told her, "Great," with mucho enthusiasm, and she told me to go find Jenn for her.
Great, so my foster-extended-family is coming over? This should be fun.

I helped Jenn make a model of DNA. She had to for homework because she chose the homework presentation as 'model' instead of 'paper' like I did.
So basically, I made a model of DNA while Jenn messed around with plastic beads for an hour. When I finished, she told me "Thank you," for the idea, and ran off to show Sasha what 'we' made. I counted to ten silently and tried not to kick a wall.

Oh, and I did that again yesterday, and Blake took away my CD collection again because he finds this affective for disapline.

Jenn ran into my room and told me that we were going to go see Twilight in two weeks. When I asked to define 'we' she told me it'd be me, Sam, and her. Fun. And then I read a book for three hours on the couch downstairs without even stopping to eat or pee. Haha, I impressed myself. Finally.

I think i'll make myself some banana bread tomorrow.

Hehe.

I'm at the school library. Yes, it's after school, but Blogspot is not permitted. Well, shucks. Too bad for them.
Okay, so i got paired with this one girl in Social Studies and she was, shock, stupid. Not stupid like that kid in my Language arts class, but, like...how can we put this...mentally impared. Geez, learn to read kid and stop staring at me.
We had to take the little test thing that you have to take to become a citizen of the US, only, we're already citizens, but our teacher wanted to know what we knew about the US.
We, of course, got the highest score on the test because i fed her every single answer ('cause we're parners, ha! ha!) and she's all like, "ooookkkkaaaayyyy...."

Do NOT get into a serious conversation with her, because it will take you an hour. Just saying.

Have you ever noticed that the popular kids (you know, popular kids, nyah) at our schools are the dumb ones? I'm sorry if you are one, but if you have a blog and can type at all, you are obviously not a pea-brain.

And I'm working on making friends, so don't worry about me.

~Seth

Ha ha ha.

I just totally beat Jenn on expert Guitar Hero 3. Ha ha! I see my guitar skills payed off somewhere. I can play expert on everything. I've never even played this game before! It's amazing! I don't get how she doesn't get that the orange note means PRESS THE ORANGE BUTTON.

Then I had to use her shampoo because I had to leave mine at the foster headquarters for Felix 'cause he's too much of a nutball to use shampoo. I even wrote directions and taped them to the mirror in our room.

See what he thinks of that.

But now my hair smells weird. And I can't sleep again because of that and the smell of the sheets again. It sucks.

Over,

Seth

In response to Abby Nelms' question: Seth doesn't exist. I get the time to write about him, and that's how he has a blog. The story is that he asked Jeff and Jeff said okay. Blog. WHA-PAM!

Over and out,

Steph

Buddy Doses

Thoh, today I god two buddy noses in a woh. Ang now I beel thick to my stomat betause bood isn't supposed to de thwallowged.

(Translation): SO. Today I got two bloody noses in a row, and now I feel sick to my stomach because blood isn't supposed to be swallowed. It's not supposed to be in your digestive system.
But I really do feel sick, so Mr. Greene (bless his good southern african-american heart) let me stay in my room for the day. And he even swiped me his laptop.

It's funny, 'cause I don't talk like I write. I actually rarely talk. You wanna know how I act?

This would be at breakfast:

Greene: "Mornin' Seth."
Me: "Hmn," and nod.
Greene: "Sleep well?"
Me: nods, and pokes at cereal.
Greene: "Okay," starts to walk away, "Oh, and we need to get your hair cut, okay?"
Me: Looks at him with one of my classic 'death glares'. "No."

So yeah.
I get to meet Blake and Sasha (Langly) today. Wish me luck.

Over.

-Seth