Why Guinea Pigs stink.

Guinea PIGS. P-I-G-S. Fat hampsters that sleep all day, “eep” all night, poop out the food you pay for and feed them, and expect you to CLEAN THE FLIPPING CAGE!!! And thats not the worst of it. Guinea pigs are SMART. They wont stop “eek”ing (yes thats the sound they make look it up) until you feed them. Ask my family and they’ll tell you that they can hear me yell at the pigs… “IF YOU DONT SHUT UP I AM NOT FEEDING YOU!” then they shut up. Which is kind of funny(:

One day I will feed them to a hawk.

Or I’ll sneak them in my bag, (with a carrott) and go to Petco… And tell the guy I want to look at guinea pogs close up. He’ll unlock the cage, I’ll take a look… And conveniently another girl my age needs something in another isle and needs the same worker- guys help. When that girl and I leave the store there will be two extra guinea pigs in the cage ;)))))

~SydneyJoTo

High School BABY(:

W.O.W.

I have heard so much crap about High School. As I’m sure we all have. But the question is… is any of it true?

Let’s make a list of some of the crap shall we?

– Insanely complicated classes

– cruel cliques

– dumptrucks of Homework

– a thing we call “Fitting in”

– friends(:

Well okay so freshman are terrified of this list… and I admit I was. But here’s the thing.

What 80% of people on this planet don’t realize is that you as a human being have the ability to talk…. TO ANY OTHER HUMAN BEING.

So why don’t we? Why are we afraid to talk?

Let’s take it back to High School. You walk the hallways… trying not to make eye contact. Trying to pretend the people you “can’t” associate with anyway don’t exist.

Well what I’ve realized… Starting over completely, with no “rep” is that you can talk to anybody you want to! WHAT A WEIRD CONCEPT!

The only barrier… between you and that person passing you on the sidewalk is ONE WORD. The magic word is….(ready for this?)………………

“HELLO”

W.O.W. Once I realized this on… Tuesday (I started school Monday) EVERYTHING changed. I think I said… “Hi my name is Sydney what’s your name” at least 20 times this week. Now those people can decide whether or not they want to be my friend… but at least that barrier is down (:

So if your going into high school, a new job, or just leading a normal life, or an insane life… Don’t be afraid to say “hi”. And that’s what High School taught me this week :)

~SydneyJoTo

Puppy Poll

Follow up on Volleyball:

To follow up on that “Volleyball Horror” post…. PRACTICE PAID OFF BABY!! ;D

~SydneyJoTo

Jewish Acappella Men.

Silly Sparrow

This morning, I heard a squeal. So I ran to the back of the house… Which was where my mom stood in the preschool. (Yes… we have a preschool attatched to our house.) I guess my mom had left the back door open and a BIG FAT sparrow… (And clearly confused) had flown into the catapillar room… And kept trying to fly through the WINDOW. (stuuupid) It just kept smacking the glass, and I could hear little grunts of frustration. Well instead of helping my mom whistle to it in birdie language, trying to lure him out the door again, I BOOKED IT DOWN THE HALLWAY to get my camera before It got away.
By the time I got back it had hidden from my mom behind a drum in the corner. Sadly, There was no way I was gonna get that picture so I put down the camera with a sigh and joined my mom the bird whisperer. Then I had a lightbulb go off.
I….. RAN AROUND THE HOUSE behind the door that was behind the birdie, BANGED on the door, and I heard my mom’s shout of triumph. (And in the backyard Mr. Birdie singing “I Will Survive” -Gloria Gaynor)

Well now Mr. Birdie’s got the whole wide world to explore… And crash into. Even though I COULD’ve kept him… As a really COOL pet…….. I didn’t.

Cause my mamma taught be to be a good Samaratan. Or a good animal rights activist…. person.

Moral of the story is… Well I don’t know because there’s about 500 analogies you could make with that so I’ll let you pick one! :)
-SydneyJoTo

Recap: Stupid Bird crash lands on planet catepillar, and Is kindly released by moi. Birdie fly away never to crash again. (Hopefully)

VOLLEYBALL!!! (the horror??)

     So. Volleyball try-outs were today. Scary stuff :{ I’ve been practicing all summer… in my backyard. Not very effective. BUT, today my dad brought me to our church gym, and we set up the net, and had probably the best practice of my entire life. And not a soul was there except for my dad… and Landon. But he was playing with toys in the corner the whole time so he doesn’t count.

     Anyway, I stayed in shorts the whole day… couldn’t stop  thinking about try-outs. I’d been to open gym once before so I somewhat knew the coach… but what would the girls be like?

     I was pleasantly surprised when I got there early, made a friend, went inside, warmed up, and did pretty darn GOOD!!!

     So the moral of the story is just when you’re at your lowest point, and you think that no matter how many times you practice that overhand serve, or that measure, or that pass, or… ANYTHING!.. practice one more time, and give it your all. Trust me… I KNOW.

                                                                                                                                                         ~SydneyJoTo