Lots and Lots of Stuff

So, I realize I haven't been writing very much. In face, I realize that I haven't been writing at ALL!! *Gasp!*
Anyway, I just want to tell you that me not writing for a while could happen, because I'm super superdeeduper busy lately.

Anyway, I'd just like to inform you about some REALLY important stuff too big for the Random Stuff Box. (I posted it in there anyway, so...)

-I changed the blog background to make it halloween-y.
-There are two new blinkees--check them out!
-New Poll-be sure to vote!

So... that's it.
I'll (probably) write more tomorrow.
Toodles and Oodles of Noodles!
Amethyst

A Day to Remember...

ALAS, MY FELLOW RANDOMERS. THIS WILL BE A DAY TO REMEMBER ALL YOUR LIVES AND WHEN YOU ARE DEAD, TOO. TODAY ON THIS VERY RANDOM BLOG WE BRING TO YOU INTERVIEWS. YES, INTERVIEWS.

First up is Missy Cheer from Cheerleaderville with her pet gerbil Mr. Pom Pom

Yes Missy, come on up to our very special stage and put Mr. Pom Pom on the Pedestal of Pets please. Yes the cushion decorated with the pom poms is for Mr. Pom Pom. You'd assume you knew that since you're a cheerleader at Harvard. No need to call me names, Ms. Missy. Anyway, can we please start the interview.

So Missy, you have entered this very random blog interview post to talk with us about your pet gerbil, Mr. Pom Pom. No Missy, this interview is not about you. It's about Mr. Pom Pom. I could've sworn I just said that two seconds ago. I don't care if you're mad Missy. It said right there in the contract that Mr. Pom Pom was to be interviewed. You don't believe me? Well I'll read it to you. Paragraph six bullet two line three: at this very random interview, Missy Cheer's gerbil, Mr. Pom Pom, will be interviewed by one of our employers. See? I was right. OF COURSE I'M AN EMPLOYER! I happen to be the only employer here. YES! Thank you for finally believing me. Now on with the show, i don't care if your pigtail is loose. So, how did Mr. Pom Pom get his name? I'm guessing it was your great interest in cheerleading? Oh all right, I'll let you take this call because you said it was important.

So, while Missy takes this call, let's take a break and move on to our next guest, Izzy, with her pet parrot, Hyperlina.

Hello Izzy. Please put Hyperlina on the Pedestal of Pets please. Yes, it's right over there, to your right. We decorated it like a jungle because we heard you have camped out on the cursed Bony Island a bunch of times. Oh, really? You've been there 48 times? Amazing! I heard there were bears and rattlesnakes there. I'm so glad your survived.

Ok, now. How old were you when you bought Hyperlina, your pet parrot? Oh really? She can squak her age? Great. I see you've trained her very well. How old are you, Hyperlina? Cheesecake?! I don't think she knows what I mean. Oh, whatever. So, why'd you name Hyperlina Hyperlina? I mean, we all know you're a little nutzo, but why influence that on your pet? Ah hah, I see. Hmm... Interesting. So it is because of your love for hyperness. I can see the hyperness in you, Izzy, embrace it.

Next question, Izzy. Why are you such a--Missy! You're back! Well, we're in the middle of Izzy's interview. If you could just sit right there, we'll come back to you after we finish with Izzy. I refuse to interview you before Izzy. You left to take a call in front of millions of blog readers here! Now Missy, no need to call Izzy names. Izzy! Don't slap her! No! Stop the brawling this instant! NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! HELP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Um...so, while they sort that out, you'd better come back some other time.
Goodbye, dear friends!

Amethyst