Pokemon is in!

I've gotten hooked on Pokemon Emarald. I have an awesome profile. 28 pokemon, 2 badges, 58 pokemon seen, and 92 battles. I'm trying to get them to level 18. I train them evenly, so their level would be either 13, 16, 17, or 18. I have 1 or 2 level 13, 'bout 3 level 16, 4 level 17, and the rest of my 28 pokemon are level 18. Wait. Never mind. I said the rest are level 18, I actually have a level 19 Sabel-eye. Pokemon is an awesome game.

I Just Going to Put a Picture Here

Here's a great picture of Jackie Chan. With that picture, I will make a very funny cartoon. It's gonna be about Jackie Chan being a super hero with super powers. MAY THE CARTOON, BEGIN!! *gong*

Enter the world of

Jackie Man

Jackie Chan flipped through the channels. His wonderful pet monkey with a british accent, PooPoo the Flinger, told Jackie about life as a talking monkey in the circus.

"I say. All they wanted was a poo flinging monkey that could say mon... key. I wouldn't show my amazing intelect and show off since they themselfs have no intelect." Jackie Chan was tired of the poo finging story. So he said, "Uh. PooPoo. I'm tired of your story soooo... go... put my socks in the clothes washer pleese." Suddenly the news reporter guy on the T.V. said something that made Jackie stand still in shocked silence.

"This just in. A vat of toxic waste contamenated the pipe for the clothes washer. If you are cleaning woolen socks, don't make contact with the socks. Since nobody wheres woolen socks it's all right. Exept for you Jackie Chan."At that moment PooPoo came in with a big pile of socks and dumped them on Jackie.

"PooPoo! What are you doing! The sock are contamenated with toxic waste!" "Oh! That explains why a the sock are glowing pure radiation. Hey that's a great idea for a song. Ouch! Hey! Go shine somewhere else Jackie." At that moment Jackie was glowing pure radiation. POOF!! Then Jackie looked at his clothes. He had on super hero clothes!

"The boots are a bit tacky," said PooPoo. "Why dont you put the glowing socks."

"Good idea. I should have a super hero name. You know what super hero name I'm going to have."

"Actually I don't," said PooPoo.

"Of course you do. I your friendly neighborhood Jackie Man," said Jackie Man. Sirens blasted from the ground. Jackie Man and PooPoo looked out the window. It was the cops! Jackie Man commited a severe case of SMP, Stolen Movie Plot (in this case stolen movie quote). Jackie stole the quote from Spider-man #1.

"Pleese come down from your aparment building."

"PooPoo I think we have to go."

"Your not going to jump... are you?"

"Sure I am. I'll just get a stunt double. Like Diet Coke."

As my sister says the plot thickens. Acually I might right some more of theese Jackie Man things. Tommorow, picure of Jackie Man.

No more time to do anything! (basicly)

Dude if I don't have enough time to do anything on my blog (basicly), I'll have to do blog #1 every other day! No! Whoa. That gave me a flash back of Harry Potty (oops sorry) book number three. He's having this nightmere and when he wakes up he's rolling on the floor going, "I'M HAVING A NIGHTMERE! VOLDEMORT WAS CHASING ME! EEEEEEEEEEKKKKKKKKK!!!" Dude. I never realized how fun it is to make fun of Harry Poopy (oops sorry again (not)). The books up to the fourth one are really good. Then there's the other ones. Well, there good to. *cough cough* not *cough cough*. You know, all of the sudden, amoebas came to intrest in my mind. It's probably the new blog.

The Title is Finally Here!!!

I looked in the settings and it had this thing that said show title feild, and I was like yes.

What Smells Like Cheese?

I don't have enough time to do very much of anything. I'll post on my other blog today. Oh! I was practicing my saxophone, then I put every thing away just a few minutes ago. Today I thought to my self, "Gross. Look at all that gook on my neck swauve." Then I used my other swauve to clean the body/bell thingy and when it came out of my alto sax, a strange aroma fell apon the room. It smelled some what of cheese! Gross, moldy, stinky, cheese.
Ugh. I can't stay aroud much longer. *cough cough* The smell... so... bad... ugh.

I made the new blog! Hoor-ray! I called it "School of the Chinese Wise Guy". In that blog, I'm going to teach the ways of the fart (Not fart. It's more of a "AAAAAAAAAHHHHHHH!!!!".) , dis my Jedi sister and friend, and make you laugh. O.K. I lied about dising Jedis and make you laugh, but it's still going to be an awesome blog. Today at school, I brang my alto sax for band, but since I'm in 5th grade the 6th graders got jelous. OOOWWWNNDDD! I get to play alto sax since my old school tought beginning band in 4th grade. So when ever somebody asks me what instrument do you play. I say, "Alto sax. Had a year of clarinet." And I get to say, "Oh I'm so awesome! Oh I'm so awsome! WOO!" Wait. Then that girl in my class who always seems to have a promblem with everything I do would probably tell me to, 'Knock it off and stop acting like your stupid.' as she did today. And I just realized, that the 6th graders will try to beat me up.

Dude! Instead of this being a blog for- Wait. Mabey I should make another blog for this idea. I tell you it anyway. I thought up a new idea. I should make a school for the Chinese Wise Guys. You will learn the ways of the faaaaaart (It should be pronouced aaaaahhh. Like yelling AAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!!!). Oh no! 2 minutes left! AAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!! I will have to make signs to promote my concept. Good-day to you all.

The first day fo school was awesome! Was awesome! The first day of school was awesome! Dude this year I'm going to a new school. My teachers nice, I know three people (one's in my class and the other two are in 6th grade), and I'm going to play alto sax in band (if they let me). Tommorow the two 5th grade classes (my class, and the other 5th grade) will try out the instrument of our choice. I know what I'm gonna play (alto sax, probaly), but I'm going to try the instruments anyway. One of the reasons I'll try the instruments is because my school has an orchistra, so you can try out string instruments (violin, viola, chello). So everthing is cool. Oh that picture up top is a picture of a kedo match. You know what I told you about the tsuki or thrust to the throat, well... that's it. Right now, I do not want to be the person getting struck. No not struck... uuummm... tsukied? Yah! Tsukied!