*odd fake spooky voice* Halloweeeeeeeeennnnn....

Okay... guess what I'm going to be :3 Just guess...

A taco!

[sarcasm]Bet you didn't see that coming![/sarcasm]

Yeah... I'm being food again for Halloween. last year I was a banana.

Anyway, I went to a Halloween Dance yesterday, and my costume wasn't shipped yet, so I went as a unicorn.

HOW TO MAKE: A Unicorn Costume... FOR FREE UNDER 5 MINUTES :DDDD

1. Acquire:

-string

-a piece of paper

-a roll of shiny clear tape

-scissors

-a plate

-a pencil

-glue

...and glitter. (You can find glitter at your grandma's house. I guarantee it. If your grandma is, for some reason, "gone", glitter is about one dollar at most craft stores.)

1. Take the plate and trace half of it on the piece of paper with the pencil. Cut it out.

2. Roll up the piece of paper. Completely cover it in shiny, clear tape. This will be the "horn".

3. Poke a two holes at the bottom of the "horn" you just made. Tie the string in the holes.

4. Cover in glue and sprinkle with glitter.

5. Done.

Everyone knew I was unicorn at the dance, and some people shouted at me "UNICORNEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!". Only one person didn't know I was unicorn, and one person thought I was a narwhal.

I didn't have weirdest costume there, though. There was a pikachu, Edward Cullen (complete with a sign that said "Sparkle in the sun; Edward Cullen"), two crayons, and a jedi that lost his lightsaber.

It was really weird. Everyone came by to rub my unicorn horn or ask me for three wishes or pose by me for a picture xD

Happy Halloween!

-Mark

I cannot speak.

Yup. For the time being, I am almost completely mute. I can only speak in very soft whispers filled with nasal cracks and incoherent splutters.

Example:

Me without my sickness:

"Oh, hi. How are you holding up? 'Cause I'm a potato."

"Ouh, hie. Hoiw aire yeou houldein uhp? Us emma poutato."

Not to mention I can't even swallow my own spit without hurting myself xD

In case you've been wondering about my ice cream I made 2 weeks ago, it turned out pretty good :D It was very hard to scoop, but it was better than stale, store-brand Nilla wafers with peanut butter :) And about the recipe book; I wrote it, but I can't find a place that lets you make and sell books online. So, maybe I'll just post recipes in my posts, which would let you get the recipes for free :D

Anyway, enough updates. I have to go eat some soup.

-Mark

CURSE YOU ILLNESS AND DISEASE

Bleh. I probably just have a cold, but I feel like someone injected the flippin' T-Virus into me.

I went to a sleepover yesterday (:D) and it was CRAZINESS. I would tell you, but you'd probably be all like, "We don't want to hear about epic wins, we want epic fails. We don't care if you just scored a touchdown while playing karaoke and then went to the moon."

SOOOO, here are my epic fails of the week:

1. I popped a balloon without touching it :O

2. Didn't see the bold print and didn't know that there was a lake at this sleepover

3. Baked cookies, but they turned into cupcakes and I had to smash them down to make them flat

5. Skipped number 5 (HAHA I SEE WHAT YOU DID THAR)

*sneeze**cough**cough*Oh my god death is coming for me*cough**cough*

-Mark

EDIT:

Adding another one to the list:

6. Gave a thumbs up to a person over the phone c:

Fail Ice Cream Attempt (and about school)

So I found a can of evaporated milk today in the pantry, and remembered that some show on food network said you could make ice cream with this stuff.

I went online and found a recipe that involved me whipping the milk with a whisk until it was fluffy, then adding sugar and other ingredients that I liked. This sounded easy enough.

I followed the instructions and dumped out the milk into a mixing bowl. It was all yellow-y and smelled weird, but I was brave enough to try it. It tasted like milk to me.

Anyway, I put the bowl in the freezer and chilled the whisk so the soon-to-be-ice-cream stayed cold. I didn't want to clean mixer, so I kinda just sat in the living room and whisked.

(Oh yeah. I draw pictures now. :D)

After about ten minutes of whisking I was satisfied with my work, and I added red food coloring to make the strawberry ice cream pink (Not very manly, I know) and added sugar and some strawberry preserves so it wouldn't just taste like sugar. Then I mixed it up, and put it in a plastic container. It doesn't look too good.

Oh well. It will hopefully taste good :)

I made it in celebration of school starting tomorrow (lame party, I know). I feel kinda dorky because I have to ask my grandma to sew me a pencil pouch before tomorrow, because my dad doesn't wanna go out and buy one for me. Basically, she's going to:

1. Find old pencil pouch that has the Blue's Clues gang on it.

2. Find off-white fabric.

3. Print picture off internet onto transfer. Irons on to fabric.

4. Sew it over Blue's Clues gang.

5. ???

6. PROFIT!

I'll tell how the ice cream (and the pencil pouch) turn out tomorrow.

Happy End-Of-The-Summer! *cue kids moaning*

-Mark

Scary Stories.

I've been reading a lot of scary stories lately. I love them, but I hate them for scaring me to the point where I always look twice before I open the refrigerator. Some not so scary, some kinda scary but I've heard before, and some that were just plain scary. My mom told me a part from this one book she read by Steven King.

They all float down here... Dx Stupid balloons and clowns >:P

Our neighbors are terrifying. It seems like they all like to scream, cry, and yell at their dogs to be quiet from their porch. All I can think of is the worst case scenario:

I hear about 2 screams coming from the house down the street.

I look outside, nothing there.

I hear more screams coming from the place 5 houses down from ours.

This goes on until the house next to ours.

I hear some guy shouting, then silence. Then I die.

By the way, this has happened to me before (aside from the death at the end) Not to mention I hear the house crackle every few minutes and then our bird try to get out of the cage. Not a fun time xD

Thank you, authors on the internet who I shall not name, for emotionally scarring me for probably a week.

-Mark

DIYMRMFASCTIPPSESWHIATOTW!!!!1!!!!!!11!

I am currently obsessed with hacks and DIY projects.

I've ALWAYS wanted to make my own EVERYTHING. When I was littler, me and Timmy would make something like a tv, or a fish bowl, and other stuff (obviously out of crumpled up paper and cut-up plastic bottles, decorated with crayons and stickers)

Ahh... memories of struggling to cut thick cardboard and running around the house like a madman to find more rolls of tape... it brings me back.

I wish we had a store or something nearby, because it takes about 5 minutes to drive to the nearest store, let alone walk there. Every time I find something cool, I can never find the supplies, and I don't wanna order them, because I want to make my awesome robotic hand with a real working laser NOWW xD

In case you were wondering what the title means, it's an abbreviation for Do-It-Yourself-Mini-Robot-Made-From-A-Soda-Can-That-I-Painted-Pink-So-Evil-Scientists-Won't-Hack-It-And-Take-Over-The-World.

Because evil scientists hate to look girly. And repaint things.

Do you like chicken?

No.

No I don't mysterious song stuck in my head xD

Don't get me wrong. I like fried chicken and chicken tacos and chicken salad and all that yummyness, but just plain with barbecue sauce is icky :P My grandma cooks for us sometimes, and she is not the best cook :/ She doesn't know very many recipes. She makes barbecue chicken, beef stew, and sometimes pork (just pork. No sauce.) which is quite gross xP

Oh well. It could be worse :)

Anyway, I'm at Timmy's grandma's house. She has alot of birds o.o One loves to scream every two seconds, one tries to get of the cage and eat the other birds' food, one just sits there and doesn't do much, and I think one is speaking some sort of alien language that sounds like latin backwards :P

Almost lunchtime!

PEACE!

-Mark