GreenNamine's Journal

Okaaaay…. So I tried the Freewebs thing and it was even worse than Quizilla! I think I’ll just stay here.

*Sigh* I just don’t know what to do, though. The new format I will have to get used to.

Sorry for the false alarm. I shouldn’t have said anything until I was certain that I was going to be leaving.

I’m sorry.

~Namz~

Hey everyone!

I know it’s been forever since I’ve last updated and I’m sorry! I’ve been extremely busy this summer with work and friends and things and I haven’t had time to do any updating.

But I don’t think I want to update anymore on Quizilla.

I was open to the Change, but now I’m not so sure. The new format just hasn’t come around and I just am not adjusting to it. So I’m moving to a different site.

I’ll be able to be found at http://www.freewebs.com/thefrazzledmind/
. There I will be posting all of my Quizilla works (I know there’s so many!) and a few other things. I do hope you guys will visit me! Please sign my guestbook and let me know if any of you (especially Irmela and Lulu!) are moving and where too!

For now I’ll keep my ‘Zilla site until I get really confortable with the new one, but then I’ll delete this account.

I’ll still continue to visit Quizilla and keep up on all of my favorite wrtiters! Have fun writing and I hope you guys have a wonderful life!

~Namz

So I signed up for a FBLA trip (Future Business Leaders of America) and I had to go to school to load the van (the school was providing the ride) at 7:15 in the morning.

So I get there and there’s about ten of us going and we all load our stuff into the van and pile in. Among those that are going is me and my cousin Joseph.

So we start off on our two hour drive and about an hour into it we stop for some breakfast at a Petro (gas station). They had a thing in it where you could get little cheese/egg/ham sandwich things (like egg McMuffins at McDonalds) and we all got some and Joseph and I got a Gatorade. (Sports drink for those that don’t know)

Once again, we all pile into this van and take off. About ten minuets later we start playing cards. And Joseph sat cattycorner from me. He had one of his legs on the seat and he was resting his arm against it. In that arm he was holding his Gatorade and in the other was his playing cards.

I look over (trying to sneak a peak at his cards XD ) and I saw something floating in his Gatorade! I said, “Omigosh Joseph what is in your Gatorade?”

And he looked at it at the same time everyone else did and said, “Oh gross!”

Everyone started yelling, “Gross backwash!” or something like that.

And while Joseph was denying every spitting back into his Gatorade, I was looking at it and shaking it up and stuff to see what it would do. (I’m such a little scientist)

So Joseph says, “What is it?”

And I said, “I don’t know.”

“Well, call the number on the side of the bottle and ask the Gatorade company.”

So I did. I called the number and a guy picked up the phone and was like, “Hi, thanks for calling the Gatorade company how can I help you?”

And I said, “Uhm… there’s something in my Gatorade.”

“What does it look like?”

“Well,” I said, “It’s fuzzy like a caterpillar, and it floats around. But it’s denser than the Gatorade because if you shake it up, it’ll float and then settle on the bottom.”

He said, “What color is it?”

“Purple, like the color of my Gatorade that I’m drinking.”

“What’s the expiration date?” he asked.

“October 5, 2008.” I replied. (It hadn’t expired)

“Is there any damage to the cap?”

“No, it’s fine. No cracks or anything.” I said.

And he replied, “Well what you have is a type of mold.”

Okay, I'd like to take this time to say, MY COUSIN WAS DRINKING MOLD!

My awesome social skills kicked in and I said, “Okay.”

And he said, “It’s not harmful, so don’t worry. What happened is that microorganisms that travel on the air somehow got into your Gatorade bottle and contaminated it. Gatorade doesn’t have any preservatives in it, so that’s why there's mold but the expiration date says its not expired.”

“Well, thanks.” I said.

“Well what’s your address, your home phone, and your name?” he asked.

So I gave him that information and he said, “Well, I’m going to send you a new Gatorade and a refund of your money. It should arrive in about a week.”

I was like, “Great! Thanks so much!”

And he said, “No problem have a nice day.”

So the Gatorade hasn’t arrived yet, but I’m waiting for it. I told Joseph that I’d give him the Gatorade and the money because it is technically his.

But isn’t that cool? I thought they would tell me that it was my fault I didn’t see the mold in the bottle or that they couldn’t fix it… but now Joseph is getting a free Gatorade!

Whoo!

So anyways, the trip was fun and I thought I should share this with you so you can watch for fuzzy mold in all of your Gatorades! :D


For all of you curious people here's a picture of The Mold!

The Mold...

~Namz

Hey everybody.

My friend Hayley, I found out this morning, killed herself last night.

She’s been having problems with her family for awhile and I guess it must’ve got to her.

All I know is that she was found last night by her mom and Step dad sometime in between 5:00 and 11:00 pm. She killed herself and didn’t leave a note behind as to why. I know that she hung herself, but I don’t know with what. Kids at school say it was with her dogs’ dog collar.

I and a friend think that maybe it was because of her Mom. Her Mom was told her a few days ago that she was going to take money out of Hayley’s checking account to pay for her dogs shots. Hayley told her no and was grounded.

The other day she told me that her Mom hit her because she accidentally spilled cooking grease on her Mom’s sweatshirt. And again she was grounded for a longer time.

Then last night, Michaela, a friend of ours, was talking to her on the phone and Hayley said her Mom had called and was going to ground her again because of something. So Michaela consoled her and told her it’ll be all right and things and they talked for about ten minuets or so.

Fifteen minuets later Hayley killed herself.

Schools been pretty quiet and there are three counselors to talk to us. The teachers are really understanding and sympathetic, but it’s annoying because some of the upperclassmen don’t care about what happened. And some are going as far as to make jokes out of the whole thing.

I feel pretty bad because I knew Hayley as a close friend, and she never told me what was going on or that she was going to do this. I think it might’ve been a spur of the moment idea that worked a little better than she thought it would.

So yeah, today isn’t the greatest day ever.

~Namz

Last night, some friends and I went bowling. When we were finished we decided we would walk around town and see what was going on. So, Mike (one of the bowlers), was walking on the street and everybody else was walking on the sidewalk.

A white car drove up and shouted something at Mike and then I heard automatic gun fire as the car drove off!

Those of us who were on the sidewalk, hid behind some trees and were yelling at Mike to come back. Mike finally said, "What?" and we realized that he had had his iPod on, and he didn't hear the shots.

We asked him if he was okay (he was) and then we started walking. Homer, (a person that was with me on the sidewalk) said, "They didn’t have a real gun, it was a pellet gun!" Well, I glanced over and saw (through a gap in houses) a white car driving down the alley. I yelled and pointed that out and everybody hid as the car drove by again!

Well, we finally decided (after some pushing) that we were going to go to a friends house. There we would be safe, we could watch some movies, and hang around without having to be worried about getting shot.

So we started walking again, and the white car pulled up next to us on the street! Mike walked over to them and was leaning into the car via the window, while we all shouted and told him to come back! He was talking to them and all of a sudden three pellet guns were stuck out the window and fired!

Mike turned and ran as did everyone else. The car drove away and we stopped for a moment to make sure Mike was okay and so Sonia (another friend) could cross the street safely. So as she crossed the street the same white car showed up!

I ran for Maggie's house (that's where we were going) and everybody else panicked and ran. Mike, I heard running behind me, and behind him was the white car! I sprinted past the alley as Mike turned to run down it, and the white car stopped. The doors of the car opened as I ran inside Maggie's house.

I told Maggie's mom what had happened, and she walked outside with me. The group of people that I went bowling with were at the corner, so I hesitantly approached them. I soon found out from some quick conversation that the three people in the car was Curtis, Keifer, and Ryan.

Ryan is the Sheriff's son! (Good example, eh?)

So, long story short, I ended up leaving the group and going to my house, but not before they decided it would be fun to shoot some cats and John. (Sonia's brother) And as I was leaving, they told me they were joking when they shot Mike!

Am I the only one who thinks shooting people with pellet guns is stupid? :/

~Nami-chan

SIRSRDR: A new brainchild of siriuswriter


SIRSRDR, or, Seriously, I Read Stories (that have) Radically Different Results, is a project whose aim is to fill the Most Popular and Highest Rated lists with stories that are both well written and filled with positive role models and messages.

The goal of SIRSRDR is to discontinue the tidal wave of stories filled with needless and fully graphic sex, violence, and abuse that are currently filling these lists.

Of course those at SIRSRDR know that good stories often employ things that would normally not be rated G, and we don't intend to fill the lists with fluffy-bunny stories. They just want to get good writing out there, and good writing with positive messages. Examples? Shakespeare in Love: Beautiful story, positive story, something that would go through, and R-rated. A Child Called It, again, uses abuse, but in such a way that is constructive.

The logistics of SIRSRDR will work as follows : every week, a new story will be put up on every homepage/website of those people who choose to advertise the SIRSRDR project, as well as the SIRSRDR Quizilla homepage and website. In this way, they wish to Bring Back the List - and bring it back to stories that are both well written, and well done. A board of five members will read each story, but only three out of five members will need to agree to let the story pass through to SIRSRDR status. When a story is picked, the author will be notified a week ahead of time, so as to add "SIRSRDR" status onto their story, and prepare for that barrage of fans... :D

While SIRSRDR is still in its planning stages at the moment, they hope to eventually expand to both a Quizilla and general website account. Therefore: they need your help! If you're interested in becoming part of the SIRSRDR team, please email Katherine (siriuswriter) at FluffytheAvenger@aol.com, or just message her Quizilla account; or City at her Quizilla account. Even if you don't know specifically what you can do for them, but want to help, let them know! For the first few weeks, until SIRSRDR spreads out, they're going to need a lot of talent hunting to get some good stories compiled on a list.

I hope you'll join them in this project - please, don't forget to message them, Katherine or City at cityonahill01 if you have any questions, comments, or concerns. The time to act is now.

Please feel free to copy this press release into your homepage if you feel you want to support the SIRSRDR project; although you may have to change around a few pronouns. :) The more advertising we have at this early stage, the better. :)

Now, if you are interested in being a part of SIRSRDR, then please click on the link below, and head there! Or, you can go back to my homepage and click the link there, but the main focus of this is to click and go!

~Namz

So, I live in an area where alligators are not common. At all. Zero. None.

So, anyway, a guy named Erin* went down to Oklahoma and caught a baby alligator. He brought it back in a cooler, and has raised it since then.

Erin has kids and they too, have been around this alligator. Yes, this is very dangerous.

Well, his daughter Patricia*, told a family friend (don't know who) that the alligator had escaped. So, the family friend told my Dad, who told me not to go down to the river for fear of this alligator.

The 'gator, I found out later was five to six feet in length. I also found out that Patricia wasn't supposed to tell anyone, because Erin didn't want the police involved.

My Dad told my Mom and she told the Game Warden about it. (My Mom works at the Sheriff's Office) So the Game Warden went out to Erin's house and told him that there were rumors going around about Erin's alligator and the Warden just wanted to check on it.

Well, Erin said that it had been stolen.

Yeah, you read that right. He said STOLEN.

Now, I have to ask you, who steals a six foot alligator!? I mean, come on! It's not like some drunk teenagers were sitting around going, "Gee, I think we should go steal a six foot alligator! I wonder where we could find one?"

Continuing on…

The Game Warden then asked him why he didn't report the alligator stolen. Erin replied that he didn't because its probably in the small pond behind his house.

Wait a minuet!

Is it stolen, or is it in the pond?

So the Warden asked Erin if he was going to drain the pond to find it. Erin told him he had already contacted Bob* (a guy who has a draining system) and he was coming out to drain the pond for him.

So the Warden returned to the Sheriff's Office and called Bob, who had never received a phone call from Erin to drain his pond! So then, the Warden called the local newspaper and the next day the front page story was about the Alligator!

I guess Erin's little "Hush! Hush!" about everything went down the drain!

That's all I know for now.

I'm also sorry if I sound kind of nasty about the whole thing, but seriously, who takes care of a wild beast?

*Sigh* Oh well, I'll try and keep you guys updated on everything!

~Nami-chan

*Names have been changed