There's no way to describe what you do to me You just do to me, what you do...

I promise I will have a picture blog next time.

And I'll try to keep that promise. 

But anyways,  
I, I love you like a love song, baby
I, I love you like a love song, baby
I, I love you like a love song, baby

And I keep hitting re-peat-peat-peat-peat-peat-peat.
Tell the radio I want to hear this more.

It kills me. XD

Like her.

                                                                     You're welcome.

I must go, my pretties.

I need to pee and have a shower.

No, not at the same time.

Ew.

ER NER, Funhouse just started playing!

*Dances*

But I must go.

I'll listen to it later.

Byyyyyyye everypony!

Love, The Paina.

'Sup guise???

Hey, remember this?




This was exactly a year ago today.

Good times.

I had to work flippin' late today.

But I love working.

It's like the best thing ever.

EXCEPT LAUNDRY.
GOOD HEAVENS LAUNDRY SUCKS.
I CAN'T STAND IT.
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH.

Anyways, I was reading through old blogs comments and I realized how awesome you guys are.
I knew it already, but I need to refresh my awesome-radar once in a while.

And even though I should be canning tomatoes right now, I'm writing words.

SO FEEL APPRECIATED.

In other news, I turned 18.
Marrharrharr.

And then I looked to see how long I've been blogging but got distracted and so it remains a mystery for now.

And yes, someday I will post pictures. I'm a bad person.

For now, you'll have to be content with Hen-in-der-gravel.

I better go help before the world crumbles.

So yeah.

Sorry for the random blather.
I've been up since 4:00am.

This is about the time I start ranting about why Hippos shouldn't fly and WHY ISN'T THERE PUDDING COOKIES??

So bye for now.

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You are jelly of my heart-eyed happy face.
Well, be jelly no more, because it's for you!
Peace out yo.

Love, The Paina.

PS: Hippos shouldn't fly because when the poop they spread it freakishly about with their tails in a horrifying manner. Seagulls have NOTHING on them.  

Caloo! Callay! Frabjous Day!

I got a job! *Cheers*

At a dairy farm just down the road. 
I've loved going out and working since I was 11, so it's SO AWESOME.
Anyways, so I'll try and tell you peeps about it.

So, there's the big milking room, with like a hall down the middle and to raised platforms.

The cows stand there, OR the annoying ones dance from foot to foot.
Everyday they're shufflin'.

There's a cow number, how much milk they have to give, and one more button that my fail teacher didn't annunciate.



First, you strip the cow (The udder nippleness of it all!) to check for mastitis.
At the end of the day, we lost all sense of order, so one cow I thought another guy had checked, so I hooked it up to the milker.
That cow had BAD mastitis.
So, live an learn.
You have to attach the mastitis cows to buckets rather then the main milker.

Anyways.

Then you clean the cows udder, with these bacterial wipe things that smell like hand sanitizer.

And you hook up the milker.

Which is basically a pulsing sucking thing, that when they're just laying there aren't on, but if you point them upwards they start sucking.

You have to attach all four to the teats (OoOoo, score for term use!) properly, or the teat will twist and that's bad.

Most of the cows stand placidly, but some dance and scratch at the milker and kick your arms so it's difficult. The meanies. >.<
And some have fat nipples which are harder to attach the milker to.
Those ones apparently are more likely to have mastitis so you have to double check them.

They started me off with just 2 cows on each side (There's 16 on each side) But after a few cows they gave me 4. :D
My fail teacher said I picked it up a lot faster then most. *Fist pump*
By the way, my fail teacher was a shy teenage boy.
There's three guys that I worked with, Isaac (Fail teacher) Eli, and Jamie.
Mr. Bennewies and Mrs. Bennewies were there for a while.
Mrs. Bennewies taught me how to strip a cow.
It's a lot harder then it looks!

After one side is done, you start on the other side. While the other side is milking, you teat dip the first side.
Teat dip is this gooey stuff that looks a LOT like blood.
First time I saw it on the cow I had a mini heart attack, but then noticed the guys were going down the line dipping the cows teats.
CHAOS AVERTED!

Some of the cows have weird extra nipples, so you have to be careful to get the right ones and not some growth.

At the end of the day they got me to pressure-wash everything. I like pressure-washing.

I'm pretty sure Keith (Mr. Bennewies) was pleased with my progress.
Which makes me happy, and more willing to do better.
NO MORE CHUNKY MASTITIS COWS WILL ESCAPE DETECTION.

Anyways, that's all I can remember for now.

Plus, The Mother really want to read this because she's addicted to my RAW ELENANESS.

Oh, and all the peoples pronounce my name right!

Score for them!

Oh, and one more thing:
My fail teacher got peed on while he was attaching a milker.

AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAA!
So I have to be on guard for that.
Least I follow in Failmasters footsteps.

Cowgirl out!
Go buy some milk!

Love, The Paina.

PS: I have to get up ridiculously early on Monday. Wish me luck!

'Ello, chum!

This blog is being written just because I've been editing and playing with my blog for roughly an hour and I'll feel bad if I leave without writing a blog.

Because seriously.

Who spends all that time on a blog without writing one? 

However I have nothing to say.

Either then it's my birthday next month.

And my face is itchy, but I can't figure out why and it's freaking me out.
Probably have some baby spiders crawling under my skin.
Lovely.

My old keyboard that is new to me says 
'WARNING: Some experts believe that the use of any keyboard may cause serious injury. Consult statement on the back of this keyboard' 

I see what they mean.

Unless of course they mean something else and I'm just morbid.....
A question that has plagued me for ages.

Anyways, yeah, there's some healthy thoughts for you.

Elena is morbid.

You can sing that to your children.
Like "Elena is morbid, Elena is morbiiiid, AHH AHH AHH AHH ELEEEENA IS MOOOOORBIIID!"

That is, of course, to the 'My little pony: Friendship is magic' theme song.
Because it's stuck in my head.

Smash out y'all!

Love, The Paina.

My liiiiiife.

True story.

*Sniffle hork snot*

That's all.

Love, The Sick Sick Sick Paina.

Random thoughts of the day.

I'm pretty sure I'd make an awful Jesus.

Seriously, though.

Could you imagine me as God?

That's all for now.

I'll leave you with those terrifying thoughts.

Peace out Bro.

Love, The Paina.
Jelena.
Godna.

Yeah, I'm leaving now.

Why not Tiana?

Tiana: Noun:
Hilarious, weird, and funky.
In a sentence: "Bahahaha, that's so Tiana."

Ahem. Anyways. 

TIANA IS 16?!?! 

*Insert Zoidberg freakout scream*


It doesn't seem possibru!

I mean, I was JUST 16. So it's like... Odd.

There is no one I hang out with, fight with, or have teas with more. 

We frown upon the less awesome.

And Tiana has beefy man shoulders.

Man....My hair was short...

Erm, I mean, AWWWWW.

So, Happy birthday Tiana! You're awesome.

So give her cake.

And PRESENTS.

So she doesn't find a Lion to jump in.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY, HAPPY BIRTHDAY! WE'RE ALL DYING A LITTLE MORE EVERYDAY AND IT'S YOUR BIRTHDAY!!! SO CELEBRATE WITH CAKE!!!

And that is all.

Happy sweet 16th! :D :D

You're so Hawt.

Love, The Paina.
The older sister that loves you!

IT BURNS.

I discover day by day how stupid I really am. 

I mean, I'm logically stupid.

So I'm all like "Hey, It's hot, so why don't I put on my bathing suit while working outside, then I can just jump into the pool!!"

But I always seem to forget:

Elena=whitewhitewhite. Whitewhitewhite+Sun=REDREDRED=SadElena.

I don't know why I never learn my lesson. Also, the pool wasn't cold! It was like swimming in sweat.
Going from Hot air to Hot water. Not cool, bro. Not cool. 

So, My arms are tan, and my back is burnt, and my legs are white.
Don't call ME racist. XD XD 

But seriously. Ouch.

No sleeping nicely for me for a while. 

I was gonna draw a picture depicting my pain, but I'm so lazy. And hurting. 

You know what!? I can take it! Bring it ON, SUNBURN.
   

It really is.

Anyways, I have to go write now.

Not a blog, a story.

This little blog should keep your ElenaAddiction appeased.

For a little.

Unless you're not addicted and just read this blog out of pity....

Either way, you're still reading, so it's a win-win.

Just out of curiosity, if you were a pirate, what would you name a baby that a dying mother gave you?

That is all.

Love, The Paina.

Literally in PAIN-A.

Fo Shizzle.

LINDABRUUUUUUU!!!

Yo,My sisters name is Linda,

                                                               she's like oneof7
                                                              Girls that is,  (Duh)
                                                               not boys that I'm countin'
                                                              Her birthday is today,
                                                              She's 24 and mountin'
                                                              So for her birthday
                                                              Imma right a small rap,
                                                              Though I'm not great, (Hey)
                                                              And it might be CRAP!
                                                              Word.

Yeah... that's that.

SO.

I don't usually write birthday blogs...But Linda is too AWESOME to not have one.

Not that any of you guys aren't awesome, But come on.
This is Linda.
She stopped a cultivator with a rib and gave death the middle finger. 
She almost got her hand cut off and WOULD have given death the middle finger but for the swelling...
And let's not forget how she kicked the crap out of the ground. With her face. 
And she once caught Pax when he was kind of fainting because he was choking...That's a horse. Like, over 1,000 pounds.

And there's other things but I can't think of them at the moment. 

                                        

                                                     Teeny Tiny me and Tiny Linda.

Which I've posted before. But there are hardly any pictures of me and Linda. Linda and I.

                                                                    Here we are!

                                                                 First we were like:
                                    

Then we were all:

                                   


                                                                But then, we LOLz.

Kind of terrifying.

Just slightly.

Anyways.

So like...Linda is cool and stuff.

And stuff.

As cool as Avenger Ponies.

No, cooler.

Because she watches Ponies with me sometimes.

So super cool.

In 10 seconds flat.

Yes.

Happy Birthday Linda!!

I knew I was going to switch to mindless at some point. Here is the point.

Well, that's all for now.

FOR NOW. Mwaha....ha.....HAHAHAHHAHAAA!!

Alrighty.

Bye now.

Love, The Paina.

Randoms. :D

Time for pictures.

Quin and Nate! Aren't they so cute.

 
Tiana and the rat dog. Or Bunnyratdog.

Just Tiana.

TEA PARTY!!

Yes, we are almost 13, 16, and 18. Why do you ask?

TEENAGERS CAN HAVE TEA PARTIES TOO. Honey Badger don't care.

Going somewheres.

Mooie!! And Reginald's head.

Linda after she smashed her face. She is holding ice to her head.

HENFIGHT!

WACACHA HIYAH!

Then...it was calm.

Tadpoles!

Kara!

Lick. Lick. Lick.

Can you tell which is which?

I can.

 Tiana! Again...She's doing dishes this time.

Proof! I ACTUALLY rented it. And watched it. And died a little.

That's all for now.

I drew this picture of me.

I don't know why I'm so shy. And stuff.
I'm working on it.

SOMEDAY, I'LL BE ABLE TO LOOK INTO YOUR EYES FOR A WHOLE CONVERSATION!

NOT JUST A LITTLE OF IT!

It's not that I hate you. *Shifty eyes*

And yes, My Internet me is wearing thigh high boots.

Have I mentioned I really want some? XD

Today is 6/12/12. Just thought I'd mention that.

Anyways, My lovelies, I must be off.

I have to go and do things. Or sommat.

Bye for now!

Love, The Paina.

I'VE REACHED THREE DIGITS!

Ladies and gentlemen.

I welcome you.

This is my big moment.

100 BLOG POSTS!!!!!

*Cheering crowds*

I don't have a pink frilly dress, but I DO have a leopard one.

Thank's to Linda for the arm socks.

Sorry to disappoint you all. XD
No pink dress for this 100.

Duty as spammer has been for-filled!


YEEES, PRECIOUS.

Thank's to all of you.

         Who stay with me through all my blogs of weirdness, complainy face,  ranting gooeyness.

                                                                   I congratulate you.

What is my success is also your success.

Weeeeeee are the chaaaaampions - my friends 
And weeeeeeeeee'll keep on fiiiiiiiiiiiiiighting - till the eeeeeeeeend - 
Weeeee are the chaaaaaampions - 
Weeeeeeeeee are the chaaaaaaaaampions 
No time for loooooooooosers 
'Cause weeeeeeee are the chaaaaampions - of the wooooooooorld!!!!

*Stifles a sob*
I'm happy for me, and Imma let me finish,
But this is the weirdest 100 blog of all time. OF ALL TIME.

Comment wins go to Rachel and Adeena, who hardly ever missed a blog, I believe.
That's right peeps.
I went there. Mayhap you competitive peoplez will try to beat eachother out now. XD
I know I would.
Who had the most I dunno. I'd go back and look, but I'm lazy and stuff.

THIS IS AWESOME.

I'm giddy.

With happiness.

I actually have 100 posts.

*Single tear of joy*

So, my brilliant loverly people.

This is fun.

I don't know what to say. 

Thanks for reading my blog. 

Double Me Gusta thumbs up for ya.

Sudden font change! 
Back to default.

My lovely little darlin' followers, That is all for now.

My mind has reached a blank point. And I keep daydreaming off.

So, I bring an end to this momentous occasion.

Thank you all again.

*Blows nose*

100 FOR THE WIN!

*Bows*

Good day.

Love, The Paina:
Proud 100 blogger.
Blonde one.
And, as always, a Geeky Frenchfry.
Love and tolerate.
Rock on.

Whiteballofspitandhairandnoise.

Otherwise known as Kaia.
Or unamused Kaia.
Or mother's dog.

Kaia is kind of stupid, hilarious, and ragemakinging.

Kaia loves to run.

Or stand and listen to nothing.

And...Bark. At nothing.

"ZOMYGOODNESS! THERE'S SOME GRASS WAVING!!!"
*bark bark bark*

"HEAVENS!! THERE'S A PIECE OF PAPER ON THE FLOOR!!!"
*Bark bark bark*

"PUDDING AND MUSTARD!! I'VE KNOWN YOU FOR EVER, BUT I'D BETTER BARK AT YOU!!"
*Bark bark bark*

"NOTHING INTERESTING IS HAPPENING!! I'D BETTER BARK TO SPICE THINGS UP!!!"
*Bark bark bark*

"HOLY FUDGECAKES!! SOMEBODY WHO LIVES HERE WALKED INTO THE ROOM!! MURDERER!!!!!"
*Bark bark bark*

Yeah, you get the idea.

She's so dumb, slobbery, hairy, and barky.

And she likes to suck up when she's bad.
Or when she's not.

Somehow her hair ends up in EVERYTHING.

Sometimes I want to kill her.

But, I love her.

In conclusion, you can love something (Or someone) that irritates the crap out of you everyday.

Even when she rips up one of your favourite teddy bears.
(Still haven't forgiven her for that...)

Ooooo, 'Army of me' just came on my playlist...

Excuse me for a sec, must headbob.

*Headbobs*

I'm off subject.

Ahem.

Back to Kaia.

*Resists the urge to dance*

Gah!

IT'S TO STRONG, CAPTAIN!

Love you all.

My heart is big.

I can tell you I love you while listening to rage music.

Bye my little friends!

Love, The Paina.

PS. If you complain once more, you'll meet and army of me.
And if you complain, ONCE more, you meet an Army of ME.