I used to LOVE princesses. When I was like three, I was obsessed with “Cindabwewa”. I was bad at pronouncing stuff back then. I spent like five whole minutes talking to Belle at Disneyland. I ate dinner with the princesses, and I had a notebook full of princess stickers and signatures. The other little girls in line to meet the princesses were so jealous that I got to talk  to the princesses for longer than they did. I actually think I heard one of the girls cry. So, if you’re that girl, I am SO sorry!

Jonald the Giraffeapotamous lives on Mars. He has green fur and he eats bricks. He plays baseball and he’s totally fictional. You probably wanted to know what a Giraffeapotamous is, and I’ll tell you. He’s a product of someone’s imagination. He makes no sense. Giraffes NOR  hippopotamuses have fur. Neither of them have fur either. Animals can’t survive on Mars, and nobody eats bricks. This animal goes against things scientists have worked for years to explain. Now this guy has to go and ruin it!

Yesterday I was looking at my class’s blogs and I saw that some people were catching up to me! I can’t have that happening! I need to win! I need to be the first one to one hundred. I already have 33. That’s like ⅓ of the way there! ⅓ is much better than ⅕, but it’s still not fifty! I have 67 more to go and the first quarter is almost over! I need to get to fifty by the end of the end of the quarter, so this whole plan of mine doesn’t seem impossible. I want to win, but I don’t want to spend all of my free time blogging. I need something in between. Why do I have to be so competitive?

Hey guys. It’s Munka again. I decided to write again. I had to use my super cute face, because Zigzag wanted to watch YouTube. I wanted to blog. After twenty minutes of quarrelling, we decided to compromise. If I’m not done in ten minutes, she’s gonna snatch the computer away and maybe save my progress if she’s in a good mood. Which she probably isn’t. So if this entry has any spelling errors, it’s because I rushed.

Today I decided to go on a walk. I saw many animals including this one squirrel. I walked up to him and asked his name. He said his name was Sparky. I liked that name. He told me that he’s a veteran. Apparently there was a war between the squirrels and the chipmunks. The squirrels thought that chipmunks were really squirrels and chipmunks were just a subspecies. The chipmunks believed that chipmunks and squirrels were two totally different animals. The war was huge! Sparky was a general. He showed me where one of his soldiers lived, and I got to meet him. The soldiers name was Steve. Steve told me that it was never okay to kill, but it was okay to shoot and miss, and scare them away. That was Steve’s job. He was amazing at aiming, so he shot the bullets right near their heads, but he never hit them. The bullets were so close, that Steve scared millions of chipmunks into quitting. They got so scared that they left. Steve showed me his house, and I asked the time. He said it was 4:20. Zigzag comes home at 4:25! Gotta go!

Today I volunteered at a Halloween parade. My friend Stevette (that’s a fake name) and I were the only ones from our GS troop that were there. We were assigned the last station. The last station was stuffed animals. Fun, right? You would think, but no! The stuffed animals were so cute. They were little bats and bears. Most of the kids were fine. But some were absolutely horrible! I was dressed as a cat. I had paws and I left them in the bucket. One girl wasn’t satisfied with the bear I gave her. She went up to the bucket and dug through all of the stuffed animals. She found my paws and walked away, smiling. I had to run after her and explain to her why she couldn’t take my paws. I handed her a purple bat and she frowned. She started walking back to the bucket. I stopped her. I said, “No you’re fine,” and I guided her to the ice cream stand. Another girl took a bear and started to walk away. She turned and claimed to have a brother, even though she didn’t. I saw her at the pool once and she was with her sister. I asked her if she had any other siblings and she said no. Her sister had already gotten a toy. You might ask why this is such a  big deal. Well, at the end one little boy watched the girl in front of him get a bat. The last bat. We were ONE toy short because of that little girl. That whole experience was EXHAUSTING! But it was worth it because we got Dippin Dots at the end.

I’ve always wanted to be a game show host. It would be so cool to say, “Hello! Welcome to Bamboozled. I’m your host, Molly Mackintosh and this is Bamboozled!” You get to repeat stuff, say obvious stuff, and so much more! You get to blab on and on about the rules, annoy your audience, and be all nosy and ask the contestants too many questions. You get to be exactly like the other annoying hosts and get revenge. Wouldn’t that be awesome?

If you read my “Pajama Day” post, you would know that I have a stuffed animal named Munka. Since I started blogging, Munka has been watching me, and he wanted to give it a try. I said okay, so I’m handing my computer over to Munka, and getting some food. In like 10 minutes, I’ll come back. (PS; If Munka mentions Zigzag, that’s me since I can’t use my real name)

Hey. It’s Munka. I’ve been watching Zigzag all day, and I was so jealous. So I told her.  I don’t know if that was the right choice, but I hope it is. She told me that it’s hard work. I don’t believe her. She likes to over exaggerate sometimes. She says falling asleep is so hard. You think it’s hard for you! You have eyelids. You can close your eyes. I’m lucky to get two hours of sleep!

Today my school had something called a BMX show. It was so cool. They used trick bikes and they jumped over a teacher. They also jumped over like 5 students. But, this announcer guy kept ruining the fun. He kept talking and talking. I wanted to yell “I came here for near-death tricks! Not talking. I do enough of that already!”

Today was National Breast Cancer Day. EVERYONE was wearing pink. Even the kids that hated pink were wearing pink. Everywhere pink! PINK! I usually don’t like pink, but for breast cancer, I’ll deal with it. I would’ve worn pink, but I thought I was going to be the only one. Boy was I wrong! It looked like a pig farm. OINK!

In art class today, we started a project. I liked the project, but we didn’t paint. I like painting. I like actually painting and I like cleaning up the paint. Cleaning up the paint in art class is SO FUN. It might not sound fun, but it is. I don’t like cleaning like putting stuff in boxes, but I do like water and soap. The soap gets on your hands and it’s so soothing and relaxing. You get the sponges out and you clean the cups and you clean the brushes and you clean the containers and you clean the sinks. You can put a sponge in the drain to flood the sink, then take it out at the last second. You have fun, still get a good grade, and you get those green tickets. Win, win, win!