Research

I've been doing some research about the so called "Na'vi" from Avatar and have been referencing all the information about them in the movie in my computers database searching for aliens similar to them, and I came up with 2 that are actually quite similar. I looked at the differences and realized my computer was wrong (I know, scandalous!) and they were actually the SAME SPECIES! So, my conclusion? The director, (I don't know his name, and I don't care- Care would be pissed I just said that she loves that movie) must've been abducted. Anyway, on to more interesting news- They're finishing the unaired episodes of IZ. Amazing, right? Care can't wait to see 10 minutes to doom and The Trial. Well, I know this was short, but I have to go. Bye!

Z

Finally weekend!

It's FINALLY the weekend, and it's the BIG ONE, folks. The weekend after Avatar came out. Great movie- Care went out around a half an hour after waking up yesterday to buy Avatar and watched it as soon as she got home from school with Sydney, me, Dib, and Mackenzie. Today in Science we were doing a lab with toothpicks to show radioactive aging or something... so Care and Jay were partners, and they were finally getting along. He wasn't stealing her calculator, or pencil, or something for ONCE! I was happy for her, cause she's liked him for AGES. Everyone can tell, except for him. They still need to finish the project on Monday, so hopefully he'll act the same, and them she won't be able to rule it off as him just being in a good mood. Cause, you know, I want something good to happen to her for a change, when it comes to guys for once, you know?

Well, I'm really busy this weekend. Care is too. She has a babysitting job, she might work for her dad, and she's hanging out with her friend Oana (pronounced WANNA) downtown, hopefully. All in 2 days! Sometimes I think being a human teenage must be really stressfull...

Zim.

No update.

Sorry I didn't update again, even though I said I would. But, in my defense, I did type up an update- but saving failed and it disappeared. So I was too lazy to repeat myself all over again. I had a late start on Thursday- it was great, I got to skip school. What's the point in only going to 4 hours of school? Care got to skip first and second hours- she had a dental appointment. She's getting her braces off in 2 weeks! It's awesome, but I think she's dreading it. I'm actually heading over to Care's in a little bit- and yes, I do spend a lot of time over at her house. I guess she's like my best worm-friend. Apparently she stayed up all night reading some Invader Zim comic she needs me to see, so it might not be a very long stay.

I'm not sure if it's good for me to have a good friend like Care- it's distracting me from my duties. But I don't really care right now. She helps understand many human customs and traditions that I don't understand. She's the reason I know chat talk, and slang, the reason I know that some people say y'all (actually, meeting her cousins taught me that, they live in Sugarland Texas) and some other interesting tidbits about human speech. In return, I'm trying to teach her irken- she already knows how to write it but the lacks the skill to learn how to speak it. It's not like learning French, (which even I sometimes need her help with). Irken is an entirely alien language. Your human tongues are not accustomed to speaking irken- you are limited without the cylindrical shaped tongue in the noises you can make. I'm trying to compile a dictionary for her, but it takes too long.

Most people at school think it's wierd that we'd be friends. I don't know why, it seems completely natural for us to be friends to me, but other kids don't think so. Maybe they think I'm so wierd that I don't deserve to have friends. I don't know, I don't care. Well, I gotta go. Bye bye!

Z (or as Care calls me, Zimmy. UGH!)

Pondering

The second day of MCA reading testing went well. Finished even earlier than yesterday, I regret to say. Care managed to almost fall asleep, then seemed to remember she had her contacts in and jolted upright in her horrid plastic stool. After sighing, and staring at the book she didn't want to read, she concerned herself with throwing bits of paper in Jay's hair.

In french we're doing possesive adjectives. Mme. Budion is throwing on the homework a bit thick, if you ask me. It's crazy! It's not hard for me, but I'm over at Care's helping her because, as she says, SHE wasn't gifted with the ability to download everything into her brain.

I have to go early. I'll come back and write another one either later, or tomorrow. Or the next day, I don't know. I have to go help Care throw the tennis ball for her dog, Daisy Mae. There's a pic of her up top. Awesome dog!!! BTW, that pic was taken by Care. You like??

Irken Invader Zim

BUSY

Ugh. I've been so busy this week, between hanging out with friends and schoolwork. We have MCAs this week you see, (Minnesota Comprehensive Assessments) and they are as dull as dull can be. Care doesn't mind 'em, but I just HATE them with a passion. Stuck in that awful first hour class, teetering on a stool that is slowly turning my legs numb... becoming depressed as I look at the clock and note that I still have one more monotonous hour left doing nothing, (because, to no one's surprise, I finised 30 minutes into the time.)

I looked over 30 minutes later and saw one of my friends, Jay, had fallen asleep in his desk. some kid threw a paper airplane at him, which missed him by an inch, I regret to say. It would've been a good break in the boredom for him to wake up screaming.

Care was sitting on her stool, having been thrown to the back of the wastepaper basket they call a classroom as well, twiddling her foot with a pained expression on her face. When throwing her a questioning glance, she threw a wad of paper at me, ignoring a glare from the teacher. When I uncrumpled it, I read:

My foot fell asleep. It hurts! I can't feel my toes. Should I be concerned????

I laugh at her pain... haha. But, at least she wasn't wearing boots and gloves. I've given up the arm length gloves, instead going for a wrist length. They're still really warm in the summer. And I'm still wearing my boots... WAAY TO WARM

Anyway, this is my class schedule:

Advisory: Mr. Smith
Hour 1: Science, Mrs. Christopher
Hour 2: FACS, Mrs. Petersen
Hour 3: French, Mme. Budion
Hour 4: Algebra (I didn't feel like geometry, wanted to stick with Care) Mr. Sebo (or Sebot)
Hour 5: Civics, Mr. Bonine (Or Boniner, as some of my friends call him. HAHA)
Hour 6: Honors English, Mrs. Myatt (She sucks at teaching)

That's my schedule. I have lunch after French. Pretty boring day, huh? Well... I gotta go.

Zim out!

Yardwork. UGH!!!

So I'm over at Care's, and we're watching this awesome show that she's like obsessed with, Merlin, and her aunt asks us to come do yardwork. She seemed really hesitant around me for some reason. Maybe it's because I'm still small for a teenage boy, or maybe because I have green skin. I dunno. So she gets out these rakes and tells us we have to rake all the dead leaves that have accumulated off the hostia buds. She was supposed to help, but she had surgery on her shoulder, so that was ok.

It wasn't that bad, because we'd ran out of time on megavideo to watch Merlin, but we were almost done with watching the second season so, naturally, we wanted to go back inside, but Care insisted that we finish it. When you get her working, she REFUSES to stop! IT BUGS ME!!! So we split up the yard so we wouldn't get in each other's way, and in 10 minutes my arms were aching and I only had a small pile. When looking over at Care, she was almost done. Jerk. I blame it on the stupid gravity, pressing down on me. Everyone else is used to it on this planet but me... I can feel it at all times, it's like I'm in a compressor!!!

Care opted to help me, after getting a drink, and we finished within 10 minutes. (I will admit she did most of the work.) We headed back inside, after throwing a ball for one of the border collies, Lily. Then Care naturally had to throw a frisbee for Flower, cause she's ancient and feels left out, and then Stella got into the picture, making everything much more complex. Stella is the NEEDIEST DOG IN THE WORLD!!!!! But she's really sweet, so that's ok. Care and I then headed back inside, made Mac & Cheese, Spongebob shaped, and finished watching Merlin.

Girls. Are. The. Wierdest. People. EVER!!! When we reached the finale of Merlin Care sat watching with bated breath. Merlin met his father, who was a Dragon Lord, blah blah, interesting stuff later... and then his father died. Saving Merlin. Care was... wow. She started crying. It was sad, but not crying sad!!! I dunno, I think she just thinks the actor who plays Merlin is cute so she cries when he cries...

Well I gotta go, she's coming back! AHH!! RUN!!! oh yeah, Check out: http://www.facebook.com/#!/pages/Team-Zim/106240842750108?ref=ts JOIN

DINOSAURS!

RAWR!!! CHOMP!!! Do you have any idea what it's like hanging around kids who like dinosaurs all day is like? I SWEAR- I will never let Care talk me into babysitting with her again. But, the dinosaurs DID give me a great idea. I can't really sit around typing this for an hour- I have french and math homework to do that I put off so I could sit around watching Merlin with Care. So this one'll be short.

On a brighter side, I have made a facebook page. It is TEAM ZIM!!! So yeah... join filthy stink-beasts, etc. etc. Well, I gotta go. SEE YAS!

Z

Hangin out. (again)

I'm just hanging out at Care's house today. She has like, 5 dogs at her mom's, did you know that? It's like a freaking ZOO. The concert was fun. There was a point where Chevelle was playing that they had a space ship background. I think Dib thought I was muttering about being a normal human or something, because he actually SMILED at me when I said it looked like a giant plate and nothing at all like any spaceship I've ever seen. Idk, he's strange. I loved Chevelle. Care told me the next day that her brother was super jealous that Chevelle had played and, as he asked: "Why was Chevelle opening for Three Days Grace? Three Days Grace should open for Chevelle!" Whatever.

I've had Cheche do some spring cleaning. She's already found three spy-cams and is currently scanning the house for more. Care and I are just hangin out outside, walking to Grand Avenue, and throwing this chewed up ball for two of the dogs, Flower and Lily. There are:

3 border collies:
Flower (oldest)
Lulu
Lily (youngest

1 golden retriever
Stella

1 Black lab
Daisy,

Daisy and Stella like tennis balls, but the other three love this one dodgeball!

Anyway, I gotta go... Stella is slobbering on me. Talk to you all later!

Zim