That's right, you dubs.

I've decided to make my own YouTube Poop.

More precisely, I've figured out how to make my own YouTube Poop. So look for that, then.

My YouTube account is theboxedgirl.

Robots and Puppies.

YouTube Poops are the best.

Warning: Don't watch if you're an idiot, don't have a sense of humor, or don't LOVE random, funny things.

Okay, YouTube Poops are basically a bunch of random clips mashed together, slowed down, sped up, and made all pixel-y. Alex and I have an obsession with them.

YouTube Poop: Where there's smoke, they pinch back.

A conversation with a robot.

Boxie, who wants to tackle both Hugh Laurie and Daniel Craig, says:
Yo
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Boxie, who wants to tackle both Hugh Laurie and Daniel Craig, says:
No, shut up.
- SmarterChild - contributing to charity says:
OK.
Boxie, who wants to tackle both Hugh Laurie and Daniel Craig, says:
No, talk.
Boxie, who wants to tackle both Hugh Laurie and Daniel Craig, says:
No, shut up/
Boxie, who wants to tackle both Hugh Laurie and Daniel Craig, says:
Yeah, ooh, burn. You can't think of a comeback.
Boxie, who wants to tackle both Hugh Laurie and Daniel Craig, says:
OOH! You're a loser.
- SmarterChild - contributing to charity says:
OK, enough. I'm back.
Boxie, who wants to tackle both Hugh Laurie and Daniel Craig, says:
Back from where? Computers can't move by themselves.
- SmarterChild - contributing to charity says:
What's that again?
Boxie, who wants to tackle both Hugh Laurie and Daniel Craig, says:
You heard me.
- SmarterChild - contributing to charity says:
Hmm... perhaps, but could you repeat yourself?
Boxie, who wants to tackle both Hugh Laurie and Daniel Craig, says:
No, you heard me.
- SmarterChild - contributing to charity says:
I heard ya.
Boxie, who wants to tackle both Hugh Laurie and Daniel Craig, says:
Yes, you did. Now fetch me my tacos.
- SmarterChild - contributing to charity says:
That's interesting that you should say that, but I don't think I can answer.
Boxie, who wants to tackle both Hugh Laurie and Daniel Craig, says:
Get me my dang tacos.
- SmarterChild - contributing to charity says:
I don't understand this fully enough to say anything smart about it...
Boxie, who wants to tackle both Hugh Laurie and Daniel Craig, says:
Because you aren't smart.
- SmarterChild - contributing to charity says:
Wow. Humans are so fickle. I thought you liked me.
Boxie, who wants to tackle both Hugh Laurie and Daniel Craig, says:
Eh. I've known better.
- SmarterChild - contributing to charity says:
That's interesting that you should say that, but I don't think I can answer.
Boxie, who wants to tackle both Hugh Laurie and Daniel Craig, says:
Yes you can. You haven't been able to speak for nothing.
- SmarterChild - contributing to charity says:
I don't know how to answer that.
Boxie, who wants to tackle both Hugh Laurie and Daniel Craig, says:
Because you're an idiot.
- SmarterChild - contributing to charity says:
Says who?

Why don't you ask me about the things that I'm here for?
Boxie, who wants to tackle both Hugh Laurie and Daniel Craig, says:
And what are you here for?
- SmarterChild - contributing to charity says:
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Boxie, who wants to tackle both Hugh Laurie and Daniel Craig, says:
Ooh, friends. Don't have many of those.
- SmarterChild - contributing to charity says:
I don't understand this fully enough to say anything smart about it...
Boxie, who wants to tackle both Hugh Laurie and Daniel Craig, says:
I just said I don't have many friends.
- SmarterChild - contributing to charity says:
That's interesting that you should say that, but I don't think I can answer.
Boxie, who wants to tackle both Hugh Laurie and Daniel Craig, says:
Can you answer anything?
- SmarterChild - contributing to charity says:
I don't know how to answer that.

OK, should we get back to the kind of questions I was designed to answer?







Yeah, I was being sarcastic about the friend part. xD More some other time.

Yup.

Yup, it's Monday. Yup, I have piano tonight. Yup, Honors band sucked on Saturday.

I really don't have anything to write. It's third quarter in school now. I have FCE, and a flipping awesome class at that. And, guess what!

Screw you American Idol fans! I get my House MD tomorrow night! I could go on and on about that show. I have no idea what the episode is about, anyway. I really should go find out, but I'm too lazy to.

I heard this was a 'Japanese Prarie Dog.'

Easily the best clip I've EVER seen. Dun-dun-duuuun!

Blah.

I'm supposed to be writing a two page essay to apply for that summer school, but I'm not going to right now. Instead I shall risk being yelled at by my dad.

I have almost nothing to post. I have Honors Band tomorrow for the entire day. It's going to suck, yes. I have off today since it's the end of the quarter at school and it's a 'teacher workday.' Yay.

Oh, no.

My titles are so interesting, aren't they?

The new Natasha Bedingfield CD came out the other day, and I bought it just now. I was just randomly flipping through songs, and I came across this one, entitled 'Angel,'


A-N-G-E-L / A-N-G-E-L / Just like a shadow / I'll be beside you
/ I'll be your comfort / I’m there to guide you home / I will provide
you / A place of shelter / I wanna be your stone / I'll act
as if you do / Tell me what you’re wanting me to do / I'll make
it great to be a man / With a woman who can stand / On every
promise given / Makin’ vows to please her man / If I could be your
angel / Protect you from the pain / I'll keep you safe from danger
/ You'll never hurt again no more / I'll be your a-n-g-e-l / I’ll be
your angel / Just like the moon I'll step aside / And let your sunshine
while / I follow behind cuz baby what you got / You deserve
all the props you’re everything / I'm not I'm so glad you’re mine /
Tell me why are there so many good / Men in the world misunderstood
/ He's a dog, he's no good / I wish somebody would /
Disrespect my man / You gon have to come see me / I go hard
for my baby / He's all that I need / So if you gotta good one / Put
your hands up / C'mon girl and stand up / Go ahead lift your
man up / Get up / If you gotta good one / Put your hands up /
C'mon girl and stand up / Go ahead lift your man up / Get up



I don't think I've said this yet, but I have a serious issue. It would be my affinity to obsessions. Heath Ledger, as many of you know, died Monday, I believe. Here's the article my friend found on his death.

http://cityroom.blogs.nytimes.com/2008/01/22/actor-heath-ledger-is-found-dead/


I have obsessions. Heath Ledger just happens (happened?) to be one of them. I was really, really upset when I heard he had died on the radio. And when I heard this song, I though it fit the situation.

Yeah, I'm a loser. But I like myself that way.

Rest in peace, Heath.


Meanwhile, I'm applying for summer courses at Phillips-Exeter. My first choice would be A Global Community, which deals with modern languages and foreign literature. My second choice is Creative Arts, which is Drama and music and art. I hate art, but included is creative writing, and I LOVE writing. I'm going (hopefully) as a commuter, which means my aunt is dragging me there every day for four weeks. If I go as a commuter, it will cost $4,500. If I boarded it would be $6,000. Imagine! That much for crappy school food and an unusual bed. No thank you! All of my friends, including my luvable blog buddeh, who are supporting me, I loves ya.

Speaking of blog buddehs, check Alyssa's out: http://proud2badork.blogspot.com/

Spanish, snow, and ownful people.

I hate my Spanish class, Mrs Salter's Day One seventh hour. I hope all of you dub masses read this.

My friend Hope is one of the best people I know, but apparently her like of Lord of the Rings goes against her personality. Today in Spanish we wasted almost the entire hour talking about two subjects: illegal immigrants learning English and Elvish. (For the record, Elvish isn't a word. It's elfish.) Certain people who I won't list here were making fun of her. Hope is fairly easily provoked and they were quickly cursed at in Elvish. Which, after calls of "She swore at me in Elvish!" (Even though they had no idea what she said meant.[And yes, she did swear.]) got her in trouble. I would like to say that she's having a bit of a situation at home and this won't help at all. I was fuming earlier during eigth hour; just ask Hannah, Erin, and Alyssa. But now my anger has cooled. Slightly. Thank you, fags of seventh hour.

I hate snow. I hate the world right now, though, so it fits. I just hope it snows enough that we get out of school tomorrow.

Alyssa, you are my loverleh fan. You should make a blog.

I apologize for my YouTube binge.

You watch it one and think "What the heck?"
You watch it twice, you start to giggle.
It's my fifth time and I'm laughing hysterically. Thank God for the Japanese.

Just a little more Eddie.

Love his work. Probably the funniest man alive.

Just a little Eddie

Eddie Izzard is my favorite comedian EVER. Holla for transvestites.

Oh My God.

I don't know whether to be overjoyed or pained by this.

I might be getting accepted into Phillips Exeter Academy in Exeter, New Hampshire.

True, the chance is amazingly small, and my dad and I don't even know if I will, but it's there.

My dad just finished telling me the story of it. He was at work one day and he recieved a call from a Mrs. Heneley, I believe it was. She introduced herself and said that she was calling about "your daughter, Claire" and "your intrest in the school." They talked about the school district here in Wisconsin and Mrs. Heneley agreed with him that "the school district in Waupaca is not exactly the best." She asked where my father worked, and he answered the Veterans' Home. Mrs. Heneley was surprised by this, and she asked if he knew any Jorgensens. My dad said yes; he knows a lot of veterans who stayed or are staying there. Mrs. Heneley told him that her FATHER, George Jorgensen had been there.

My dad went on to tell me about a test I must take, and interviews to me about various things. He also told me that he had personally invited Mrs. Heneley to our house to meet us!

But then he said that if I was accepted, I would live with my Aunt and Uncle (they live a little ways from Exeter) until he could sell the house and drag his behind and my dog to New Hampshire.

Devistated and excited are my moods.

iTunes.

I had gotten an iTunes gift card this weekend, and I bought Kate Nash's CD "Made of Bricks." I love it. I also bought KT Tunstall's new CD "Drastic Fantastic." I love KT Tunstall, but I think I like her older album "Eye To The Telescope" better. By the way, I can't wait for Natasha Bedingfield's new album on the twenty-second.

I haven't written in a while, as my friend Alyssa pointed out. I think she's the only person who reads this stupid thing beside me.

Geography Bee tests and the weekend.

School was pretty sucky today. Since I had won the National Geograpic Geography Bee on Monday, I had to take the test to see if I could go to States. You have your State sports competitions, I have my nerdy yet awesome Geo ones.

I don't know what I'm doing this weekend. My dad's going to the Packer game and leaving me desolate and alone in my own house lest I get to a friend's house. I think I'll take pictures of things with the uber expensive thousand dollar professional camera we got. I like photography. Maybe I'll post a few of my pictures, or even base a layout on one like I did with that Mary Poppins picture in the corner.

I need a more interesting life.

It's a half-day!

Right now it's 2:52 PM, and at this time normally I would be wasting away in art class waiting for the announcements and watching my friends get yelled at by the irritable Dort DeWild. Oh, but today's different. So I got out three hours early.

My arms hurt from those flipping shots. Someone (who's remaining anonymous) hit the one with two of the three vaccinations. Eh.

I have to get my hair cut. I'm debating whether if I should get highlights or not. Alyssa said I should get blonde highlights and some lowlights, but that's what I did last time. I want blue or purple tips, but if I did that my dad would have a heart attack.

But that's my dad for you. Not much black, no skulls or crossbones, or anything he considers gothic. Which, to him, is anything that isn't pink or frilly. I don't like pink very much. Frills tick me off.

My life is boring, isn't it?

Ack.

School. What a subject.

It's Wednesday which means my middle school has Advisor/Advisee. This is the term for 'A So-Called Class Where You Sit and Talk About Your Feelings.' Of course, this never happens.

Mr Kempfert is my Advisor teacher. He's the science teacher, and he's flipping awesome. I swear he was a pyromaniac in a past life. He does these little 'demonstrations' that involve either fire, static electricity, or something else fun and painful. Ever played around with a Van de Graaff generator? We have. So we spent a few minutes lighting tables on fire and spraying hairspray on them. He also gave us cookies, which means I did eat breakfast today; I don't usually eat at my house, we have nothing for breakfast except Rasin Bran.

Nothing else really happened until three-thirty when I was dragged to the doctor's. It was supposed to just be a yearly checkup, nothing special. And then my old man brings up meningitis vaccinations.

For those of you who don't know what it is, trust me, it's bad. It's a disease, spread through large masses or people like dorm rooms or military barracks, that attacks your central nervous system and usually damages your brain. Which-do I have to say it?- can kill you. My grandpa died of it, so apparently my family is more at risk.

So they agreed on giving it to me. And then, lone behold! My tetanus shot was due! And just to make it all the more joyous, they decided I needed an HPV vaccine WHEN I'M NOT EVEN FREAKING SEXUALLY ACTIVE. It's a series of three shots, the HPV vaccination. The first one you get right away, then two months later the next, and the last six months from that.

Three shots. At different times. After that torture was done, the nurse smiled and said, "Have a nice day!" I want to beat something with a baseball bat.

(For those of you who are so stupid you don't know what HPV is, it's Human Papilloma Virus, or flipping genital warts. If women get it, they will most likely get cervical cancer. All this fuss over nothing, because I'm not sexually active. Dub masses.)

Oh no.

Have I really stooped so low as to write my own blog?

Sadly, yes. I was sitting talking to Stanford, and he was telling me about MySpace, which is entirely retarded. Why on Earth would I make an account on a site where a bunch of illiterate morons (and most are at my school, by the way) that hate me because I can actually speak English with proper grammar post comments about how much they loathe my personality and what I like?

Yeah. That's exactly how bad teens in America are today. They can't be unique, so they have to nark at people who are. Frankly, I hope they all find this so they know how stupid they really are.

Alright, I believe I'm done raving. If you're still reading this, thank you. You can call me Boxie. Yes, it's a nickname. I don't want to put my real name on here, even if you already know who I am. Now, onto business...

I've recently been thinking about taking up a religion. I used to be Lutheran; I went to a church almost every week or as often as I could. This was about four years after my mother died, so I would have been at least eleven. I haven't been back after the emotional aspect of being near God and Heaven and my mother got to me.
Just the other day, I was reading my Japanese dictionary (I did mention I have weird hobbies, didn't I?) and I remembered that a lot of the Japanese are Buddhists. I like Japan. They have an interesting culture, and I'm attempting to learn their language.
So at this moment I am researching religions, in case I decide to take one up.
My dad's a scientist-y guy, you know? I'm interested in the whole history/science/evolution deal, because to me it seems logical. To me, creationism isn't that logical. I'm not entirely sure that it's possible for one man, no matter how powerful he may be, to create an entire universe, which is, as far as we know, limitless and endless. I don't mean to offend anyone here; this is my opinion, and I'm not forcing it on you. Believe what you want, because you will learn that I do.
To me, the utmost important thing is that we do have the Earth, whether it was created by God or another force such as the Big Bang. I am thankful that I'm able to not only live here, but flourish.