The Snow Walrus

If you know me well enough, you know that I enjoy bringing "out of the ordinary" things to school. My decision to bring this item to school changed the way we viewed school completely. The item was? You may ask. Well the items were a twin set of walkie talkies. My little sister had gotten them for Christmas (last year). I decided it would be funny to actually act out of of me and MOW's (friend from school that I will not reveal the name of so I will  call her MOW) awesome dialect. It went like this: * disclaimer, the person who I was mocking had a Russian accent and since I can't do a good one it sounded bad. Russian's I love your accents, they sound cool. Please don't get offended!*

Me: *really bad Russian accent* 11 to 14
MOW: *american accent* Yes?
Me: *really bad Russian accent* Bring in ze dogs
We thought it would be really funny to reenact that over walkie talkies. Apparently we didn't know how walkie talkies worked. In case you don't know, they work like this.
1. Select which network you want to use.
2. Tell the people you want to connect with what network you're using.
3. ANYONE ELSE WHO IS USING THAT NETWORK CAN HEAR YOU!!!
4. THEY CAN ALSO SPEAK BACK!
5. If you're doing this at a school with very few networks, you WILL choose one that is being used.
Of course we didn't know this. We choose the network 1 and 1 which we didn't think people would use. So I walked away from MOW to do the little play. When I checked to see if the connection worked, MOW said her full name, which sounds very different when the network is static-y. The person responded, Who is this "Snow Walrus" and Why are you on our network!!! We freaked out and put our walkie talkies away, but now whenever I'm bored I call MOW the Snow Walrus.

Привет Россия!!!

Я просто понял, что мой блог (Zambogotorious) очень популярен в России! Так что я просто хотел сделать этот пост в языке, который вы, ребята, понимаете.Я надеюсь, что вы действительно наслаждаюсь мой блог и что вы будетераспространять слово во всей стране! Я был так взволнован, чтобы видеть, что люди из России (Один из моих любимых стран) vistits моем сайте. Я надеюсь, вы продолжите наслаждаться мой блог! If you speak English and you have no clue what I just said you can either ask someone Russian or you can put it in google translate...   Так в любом случае, спасибо России за поддержку! Я люблю вас, ребята!Оставьте меня в комментарии говорил мне, если то, что я только что сказалкакой-то смысл. <3

My Friends are Jerks!

This post specifically goes out to Daqx27...! Ok, Don't get me wrong, I love all my friends. (Even Daqx27) Even the best friends can be mean and scary sometimes. *cough* DAQX27 *cough* So I was getting my Trumpet out of my locker in band when suddenly a Daqx27 runs up from behind me, screams in my ear and runs away. I am scared of things that move fast and make loud noises... Therefore a flying, screaming, neon colored Daqx27 isn't really my cup of tea. I reacted like this;

 So after I recover from my heart attack, I can get up and move again. At the very end of class this usually happens again with different results. Instead of me dying from a heart attack, this is what happens. It's pretty much the same but I end up about 30 feet in the air freaking out over the Daqx27 that just attacked me! If you've ever been scared so badly that you almost defied the laws of basic physics, then you understand what was going through my mind. It was like a heart attack for my brain. I don't think I have been more terrified in my entire life. This is a picture of me after Daqx27 did one of his daily drive buys;

Don't get me wrong, I LOVE Daqx27! But sometimes he's scary! Most of the times he almost kills me with scariness I'm running across chairs, standing on step ladders, or holding a 40 pound tuba. I will either drop the  Tuba, fall off the chairs, or get CUT BY A STEP LADDER!!! This will result in catastrophic failure or a loud clattering noise and a now gnarled tuba. I have literally dropped my tuba so many times that I have to use the older Tuba to compensate for the one that I keep denting. I blame DAQX27!!! for this fail. Sometimes he thinks it's funny (which it kinda is) to unscrew the pegs that supports the unwieldy hunk of metal that I use as an instrument. I don't want to obliterate my Tuba so I try to not let him touch the tuba stand... But somehow he always gets it. When I run across the chairs (Yeah, I know chairs are for sitting) to get to the other side of the classroom, he'll sometimes pull out the next chair that I'm about to run on, causing the most egregious event to happen. If you have ever walked off a diving board blind folded, you know how I felt at the moment.    I was in such a state of shock I screamed... Really loudly. So in a nutshell, I love Daqx27 and like all my other friends I would die for him. However he's a little JERKISH sometimes... Jk, That's just Daqx27... And he's awesome right down to the core! <3 you!!!

Adventures in the Family Bathroom at the Mall

At our mall, we have 3 different bathrooms; Men, Women, and Family. Me and my "Aunt" decided to use the family bathroom because the women's bathroom had a thousand year long line and we didn't feel like waiting. So we enter the bathroom and we can only stare at the inside. It was HUGE! The bathroom was pretty much a kitchen, living room, bathroom combination. There was a MICROWAVE, a TV, and all the things a normal bathroom has. We decided to watch the rest of the Greenbay/ Tampa game. The Packers were up by about twelve by the time we noticed the score. Me, being the Packers fan that I am, started yelling at the T.V. for the football players to "play better" or "run faster". Now remember this is a BATHROOM that little kids and their mothers use, every five minutes or so, a mother would walk in with her kid while I was yelling at the T.V. The scene probably looked something like this;

Every time someone would walk in, I would pretend to be normal and run back to my chair and sit down. The person would proceed to do what ever the were doing and leave, then I would get up and start being weird again. This happened about 15 times and I managed to actually scare a mother and her child away with my  weirdness powers. After the Packers DOMINATED the Bucs as I knew they would. We both got into the white van and drove away. In the car we played the app on my Tablet called abduction. We had to get a cow to the top of a level and make it into a spaceship. It doesn't really make sense that abduction means "Forced taking" and the cow is TRYING to be abducted. Logically the game should be called "Get lured into a spaceship by jumping on pieces of grass in the sky" But that doesn't exactly have the same ring to it... So I guess abduction is fine. Before I finish writing this blog I promised to put one of my friends blogs in here... soooooo, Here's the link  http://stuffontheinterwebs.blogspot.com/  Yeah, Just click on that thingy...
So anyways, That's what I do with my "Aunt" whenever we go to the mall... We're really weird and we're proud of it! :D

The School Dress Code is Stupid

First off, I would just like to say that some real annoying stuff has been happening in my school that involves their natzi rules of how to dress. The school says we should express ourselves freely and they even teach about the certain freedoms we have as American citizens. This brings me back to my original statement, THE SCHOOL DRESS CODE IS RIDICULOUS! My favorite thing about this is where the dress code in my student handbook says "We encourage you to dress the way you would like to but you must adhere to the following rules and guidelines." That's like me saying "I hope you enjoy my blog, but please don't enjoy it too much because I'm going to punish you if you like it too much." So I wear a fedora. A hat from the 1930's - 1960's. I love my hat, it's the coolest thing in the entire world. I CAN'T WEAR IT BECAUSE OF DRESS CODE! So my hat isn't allowed because it's classified as a "cap". My hat is not a cap. It's a classy 1930's hat that only sophisticated people wore. But noooooo! It's still a "CAP". That word offends every person to ever wear a fedora. Also, I'm in my schools jazz band. In case you haven't made this connection, I will work it out for you. Fedora = Jazz hat. If I'm in jazz band I'm allowed to wear my hat. Here's what I hate. Our volleyball team wears some really short shorts while playing. THEY'RE ALLOWED TO WEAR THEIR UNIFORMS DURING SCHOOL!!! This annoys me so much. Personally I think that shorts that reveal their bums are a lot worse then a hat. This is how I see it.

So anyways that's just MY troubles. One of my friends, I shall call her Shortmann, dyed her hair different colors. The colors were extremely light and not very noticeable. I couldn't actually get a light enough color to show what the streaks looked like. The were about 10x less bright and not even a distraction to anyone. She was yelled at and told to dye her hair a different color. AGAIN! So she had to dye her hair brown. This is pretty much what happened at school the next day;

So this is why the dress code is stupid. I can't wear my hat, Shortmann can't dye her hair LIGHT colors, but the volleyball team can go walking around the school half naked. Good call school bored, good call.
   

Why?

I have been promising some of my friends blog posts, here's yours Scarpinato;
Scarpinato always asks why. Every single day he asks "why?" to something you will say. For instance, If I were to say "Scarpinato, I made a blog!" He'll reply "Why?" So I decided to make a blog post about him saying "Why" in various careers. And Scarpinato if you're reading this, It's because I think it would be funny.
So here's how I imagine Scarpinato as a doctor;

Here's him as a hairstylist.

Here's Scarpinato as a lifeguard;

 And my personal favorite, Scarpinato as a Firefighter;

As you can clearly see, Scarpinato's only line EVER is "Why?" He also does pretty random things such as LICKING BANANAS!!! This, to him, is "completely normal" and he does it all the time. I thought it was hilarious so I decided to draw you a picture of what it looks like. I also decide to surround the picture with additional items Scarpinato enjoys, because it is my picture and I can do what I want with it.

So Scarpinato, I would just like to let you know that band, lunch, and school in general wouldn't be the same with out you! So here was your post I promised you, and I hope you enjoyed it. Shoot! Never mind I lied! I promised one more picture! Scarpinato was telling me and some other losers I call friends about when he was little and he went to the doctor. The nurse asked him if he ever had an ant bite before to try to compare the feeling of pain or something. This is what happened according to Scarpinato;

There! As promised! YOU'RE WELCOME SCARPINATO!!! :D I hope you enjoyed this post!

PARTYYYY!!! (part 2)

The next party I went to had lots more people attending. It looked like someone had invited every singe person I knew. There was music and various game tables scattered across the floor. As I panned the room I saw someone I wanted to talk to. Since I don't like revealing names on my blog I think I'll call him Daqx27. So I spotted him being awkward in a corner, he's from Virginia so he didn't know too many people there. spotted an air hockey from across the room. Thus the battle begot.

We played until seven point and I won. Daqx27 challenged me to a rematch, which I also won. One more rematch occurred. A team rematch. Me and my boyfriend vs. Him and His Friend. We begun the match with cheers and lots of yelling. The match went on for about 4-5 minutes and it seemed like it would never end. The score was 6-6 when suddenly... *click* the opposing team made it into our goal and they scored. It was very depressing and my next interaction went something like this;

So After I had yelled at as many people as I could with out getting security called, We were called over to eat cake and do other festive activities. We used poppers, those things with the string in one end and happyness in the other. Anyways you pull the string and Confettie explodes out and it's fun. It also makes a loud noise. We turned the music up and sat down to eat cake. Since chairs are too main stream for us to put our bums on, we sat on one of those HUGMOUNGOUS bass speakers. We realized that every time the bass made a sound the speaker vibrated. Since we were sitting on the speaker our bums tickled and it felt really funny. This is probably what Lewis's parents saw when we were sitting on the Bass. 

We got some pretty weird looks all around but it was totally worth it. It was time to go so I was picked up in the same white van. Then I was driven home and I fell asleep after all of the awesome parties I went to.