Sadface.

You know, bloggers tend to just leave their blogs after a few weeks, except for the wonderful Darkfire, of course. They might be too lazy to update it; they might have writer's block; they might just forget! So, children, therefore if you are reading this, remember to update your blog! Make it a little interesting- add something squishy to click so that if you are bored, you can take out your anger on squishy animals!

Wait...that didn't come out right. Er...when writer's block takes over, build a house! Haha... block... like a block of wood making a house... GET IT? But seriously: when writer's block takes over, find something to write about, WHETHER YOU LIKE IT OR NOT. Who know? You might come up with something nice.

5...7...5

This is a haiku.

I am such a great poet.

Refrigerator.

This is a series.

This continues from the last.

Is this a haiku?

Poems are fun, right?

But I can't count very well.

To me, it is hard.

But I counted right.

This makes me so amazing.

I am so modest.

Well, here comes the end.

You guys must be really sad.

Unless you don't read.

Shoot for the moon. If you miss, you hit the cow.

I suppose that would be a very bad thing if you were a vegan, or even if the cow was a male and you were a vegetarian, but then you'd have a new cow as a pet. :D

Cows are quite delicious awesome, as they never cease to amaze me. For example, at sixth months, cows are capable of swallowing a magnet the size of two of those pink and rubber erasers. As a six year old, you you do that without choking? Further more, the cow is able to swallow metal objects, like nails and tin. Can you do that?

Obviously, a cow is cooler than you, and your mom.

Pony

Dear Athena:

I have obtained a pony.

However, you can't have it.

Its name is Eeyore. Like Eeyore from Winnie the Pooh.

I named it Eeyore because it might be a donkey.

Yours truly,

Nina

I want a pony.

I want a pony. They're so like, squishy. -pokes- But no, they all tell me the same thing.
"Where would you put it?"
"What would you name it?"
or even worse:
"You don't even know what a pony is."
So what if it's all true? IT DOESN'T MATTER. Is it so wrong for a young child to want a squishy animal pony-like thing to be his or her companion?
What's wrong with this world?
Why can't we determine the next Bambi?
What should I eat for breakfast tomorrow?
Why am I asking these questions?
and most importantly:
Why, reader, can't I have a pony?

Meh. :P

Le Dinosaur

I miss you...
Why did you have to die?
It was all so sudden.
I've never met you, but I still wanted to.
Any of you.
What was it?
Was it really a collision?
Come back.
They say you were inhumane.
Did you eat people?
I want to know.
Why were you like?
What was your favorite color?
Did you know you were going to die?
Why couldn't you survive?
I miss you...

Something insightful.

There are things that come and go,
And where they go, nobody knows.
Everything disappears after one point,
and sometimes, you hope to come back,
so you see what you've been missing.

There are times that come and go,
And where they go, nobody knows.
It just ticks tocks, tick tocks,
As the wind blows.
It makes you feel insignifigant.

There are people that come and go,
And where they go, nobody knows.
Faces flash back,
Some who cannot place,
And then you feel guilty.

These are the times when you wish for a mustache.

How to Stalk People

1) Social Networking Sites- If you're too lazy to manually get up and crawl by someone's window.
Twitter's like, the easiest way to stalk someone. There are constant updates of what a person's doing. Twitter tells you where the person is, what he/she is doing, who whom, etc.

If you have a Twitter, prevent the stalkeriness (a kind of celery) by being a social outcast- don't post anything, and go back to playing Club Penguin.

Facebook is also easy. A person, can stalk you- looking at your photos, at the background, so they know where you were, and with whom, and what you're doing. Even the most obscure thing, a picture of you in your bathroom. Stalkers see your bathroom, and that Teletubbie towel you have hanging on your shower rack. They see how you have your stuffed teddy bear next to the toilet to make sure you're not scared when you "go." They see that chainsaw you use to make sure murderers aren't hiding behind your shower curtain. Stalkers also see your status updates, when you post 3201381298491281 a day to gain attention from your friends.

How do you stop this? Block your privacy settings so no one- not even the account that you made for your pet porcupine can even look at your Farmville account (that you play when you're feeling glum and it's snowing outside. Or every day. Same thing.)

That's just one way, and only two social networking sites (I USED A BIG WORD! "SOCIAL"). So don't be stalkerededed. It's not good. That's how your bike, Ophelia, get's stolen. Be a social outcast and curl up in fetal position every time someone says the word "brown." HAVE FUN! :D

DISCLAIMER: Desk Forts is not liable for injury, a reputation for dinosaur hunting, an addiction to glue sticks, or well...anything.

Question: Is there a positive word for "sad"?

Revamp. :]

Hi there, whoever bothers to read this! Got a revamp, because of the new layouts available, and I'm using proper grammar! *gasp*

Updates:

• Banner, with a beast dinosaur (literally)
• Playlist, with a cookie monster background
• Layout, with a picture of Earth so it looks like the Cookie Monster rules the world. :]

Thoughts...
I'd like a dog named Table. That way, I could be like, "COME, TABLE. COME," and people would think I'm insane (no surprise there). But then my table would come. I could also say, "I HAVE A FUZZY TABLE!" and I would, right? It's also an uncommon name, and regular names are boring, to me. I mean, you aren't creative if you name your dog "Spot" since there's tens of thousands of dogs with that name.

I'd also like a frog named Chair. It would be a matching set, and I could say that "My Table ate my Dog! GASPETH," and it would be true.

Have you noticed that "and I" and "and die" sound really similar when you say it? It's like, "Want to come here with Table and I/and die?" and you never know what they really met, until you get there.

Well, I believe that's it! :D Here's a question I'll leave you with: Are you emotionally stable?

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@Kiwi/Nina- ME TOO, BUT I'M TOO LAZY TO CHANGE IT. XP

SOWWI.

I'M SORRY, ATHENA, BUT I HATE YOUR PLAYLIST. OKAY.
BYE.

I've been wondering.

DOES THE VOICE INSIDE OF YOUR HEAD SCREAM WHEN YOU READ TEXT IN CAPS LOCK?

If it doesn't, good for you!

If it does, DO YOU ENJOY IT, SINCE I SUPPOSE YOU ARE READING THIS, RIGHT? ._.

-pokepoke-

UH HULLO.

YEAH, I HAVEN'T POSTED IN A WHILE.

SO, HAI. -waves- YEAH.

WELL, ALL OF THESE WORDS BOIL DOWN TO ONE QUESTION:

WHAT THE CRAP IS A HUFFLEPUFF?

WHAT'S THE DIFFERENCE BETWEEN TIGER WOODS AND SANTA?

SANTA DOESN'T GO PAST THREE HO'S.

*RIMSHOT*

OKAY. THAT JOKE IS REALLY OLD.

SCENE 8 OR SOMETHING :D

Narrator: Jenn is officially continuing the play. I think.

Jenn: O.o

Narrator 2: Whatever. So, where were we?

Narrator: I don't know. Why don't we all just go and get a nice mocha?

Narrator 2: But I am allergic to oranges.

END OF SCENE 8

JENN IS BACK.

*WAVES*

HEY, NINA!

UHM...HONESTLY, NINA. I DON'T THINK YOU READ MY BLOG. NOT THAT I'M COMPLAINING, BUT IF YOU READ IT, YOU WOULD KNOW THAT THE COUNTER ON YOUR BLOGGER HOME PAGE IS DIFFERENT FROM THE ACTUAL AMOUNT OF POSTS SHOWN ON THIS BLOG. IF I'M WRONG, COMMENT!

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HAPPY NEW YEAR! YA, IT'S LATE. :P

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