DRIVING PERMIT!! And that horrid DMV.

HOORAY! HOORAH! HUZZAH! WOOT! After struggling to read the worst book known to man kind, a.k.a; "The Oregon Driving Manuel" I finally went to the DMV (oh the horror) grabbed a number (39, and they were only on 7), took a seat, and sat, for 45 minutes or sheer pain. What is wrong with the DMV?? Honestly. Have they taken the hint from multiple comedians, SNL, and just about everyone else who makes fun of their horrid system? Doubt it. So I sat there waiting, and finally, he yelled,"39!?" and I ran to the front desk, eager and very nervous to take the worst test I swear I will ever take, the Learners Permit Test. Once I finished, I realized that I had to have my Statement of Enrollment (SOE) to actually GET the permit. So I had to go home, permit less, and wait until the next day when I had the SOE. Next day, back to nightmareish land, or DMV, and got to get another number, this time I got lucky, 18!!! So I sat there, and they called, I got my picture taken, and they handed me all powerful, PERMIT.. Little did they know what they were getting themselves into.. heh heh.. I mean, WHAT?

SO, I have driven in a quiet, mostly car-less neighborhood, for 15 minutes, and successfully, dodged ALL the cars I could see! Hoorah!

Hey! We Moved!!!

Hey Everyone!
One of my earlier posts is about the POSSIBILITY of my family and I moving to Bend, OR. For a long amount of time we just went on with our lives and no one made any offers or paid any notice to our house. Then, out of the blue, a nice young couple decided to check out our house. And. Then. They. Made a full priced offer on our house an hour before we were going to take the sign out of the yard! WOW! So guess what! WE MOVED TO BEND! Hey, I know this has absolutly NOTHING to do with pranks and stuff like that, but even though I know only about 3 people read my blog, and all three of them already know this, I'm just telling you again. Hey-oh! So we have lived in Bend, SUCCESSFULLY, for nearly three weeks! Everything is going great, I got my DRIVING PERMIT (more about that later), started high school, got the house unpacked, made three friends (HOORAY!) and finally had a good homemade meal. So, yes, if you are one of the three or four people who look at this blog, then you should know that we are doing great, and I miss all of you! If I don't know you, then thanks for reading. Keep it up. Anyways, have a great day. Heh heh..

The Latest.. Evil Scheme...

It was a beautiful day in sunny McMinville. I had two lovely friends over, Danii and Zach. We were desperatly wanting to pull a prank. We racked our brains for every possible idea. Eventually, we formulated a plan... with the help of my mom... Remember that story of all the E's we took? Well, we saved all of them. And that was a lot. A few weeks ago, I stumbled across a teachers house. Well, what do you do with that. You can't just let it be! You have to do something about it. Prank 'em. You have to prank 'em. So when you realize that their mailbox is just sitting there, and you know THEY know about you "E" stealing, then you've got something there. We got all our E's, and some masking tape, and you get them, and get them good. The three of us left on a late Monday afternoon, with our "E's", our tape, and our devilish minds.

When we got there, we sat across the street and rolled tape, and stuck it to the back of those E's. Then we stealthily and inconspicuously crossed the street. And stuck them ALL over the mailbox. Unnoticed. No attention was called to us, and we left without being seen. I knew those E's would come in handy sooner or later...

The Move to Bend = Possibility.

So, my family and I are all going to move to Bend, Oregon. This is a good thing and a bad thing. Moving means leaving all my fun, ambitious, and slightly mental friends here, to go to a place where I know NO ONE. Tough. But in a way, this brings great news. NO ONE knows who I am, and what I am like, and what I am known for, and what pranks I have played. NO ONE knows ME. That means, that I can go around my new school, and pretend to be a pretty little school girl with all A's, and while NO ONE is looking, I will STRIKE. Striking in the real world means:

Strike: [strahyk] verb; 1. to deal a blow or stroke to (a person or thing), as with the fist, a weapon, or a hammer; hit.

"a HAMMER???" Hmm, I think I am gonna go hit some on the head with a hammer today. Wouldn't a hammer be counted as a weapon? Good golly gosh! Here is my version of striking:

Strike: [Str-ike] verb; 1 (and only). To pull a prank on unsuspecting, innocent people. Mwa ha ha ha ha!

And there you go. Going to a new school opens up all sorts of possibilities. Including being lazy and using the exact same pranks that I used at my old middle school. Although, now that I will be going into High School, I will need to really read the guide book carefully, and find ways to (harmlessly) "bend the rules..."

And be, inconspicuous, and NO ONE will ever suspect me... because I will be working my butt off to pull off a "little miss goody two shoes" act. He he... Watch out Bend, Here I COME!

Sabotage!

In short words (so that we can get on with the story), we are selling our house and I really don't want to go, so I planned a sabotage! It involved only a few items. A potato gun, a wind-up rat, a whoopie cushion, a beware not, ropes, and some of those attachment thingys. It started out with me and Zach in the front yard. I was shooting my potato gun at him. I wanted to make the people think that I was a evil, devious child that they would not want to be around for very long. So, with them not wanting to be around me for long, they were not able to see the house for very long. Mwa ha ha ha ha! Anyways, I own a typewriter, so, with the help of some old looking paper, I was able to type up a "beware" note. You know, "GET OUT NOW" "BEWARE" "YOU ARE DOOMED!" The whole shabang. Once they got upstairs, we set the note on the bed and let them descover it. Then, the wind up rat had its cause. Squirming around and being gross. It didn't really do much but I think it gave the lady a little spook...