What this blog is about./Izzy!

Ok, so. Description of what's to be going on? Yes.

[Hint, hint, authors. What you're supposed to do.]

1. Kids (middle/high schoolers) post stories of their lives and weird happenings.
[Guidelines:
•Just try to stay... somewhat appropriate. Because if someone's parent finds this and it's really really extremely inappropriate, then they might get mad. It's okay to cuss, but not every other word. Use it sparingly. {Let's clarify what's appropriate.
YES:
• Your life, friends, etc. Obviously.
• Basically everything EXCEPT:

NO:
• Something you wouldn't say in front of... a 10 or 11 year-old. Except cussing.

You know what I mean.

If I or Natalie don't change something within 24 hours, it's most likely ok. We read all posts and monitor them.

Ok? So don't go TOO overboard. You probably understand.}

• Nothing illegal. That's common sense, but some (many) people seem to lack it.
• Be nice. :) Don't call someone else names. Don't post anything you wouldn't want someone mentioned to see. Just don't. If you want to, refer to someone as "this girl" or "this guy."
• Don't spam.
• Don't post anything too personal (like your address or phone number)/something you wouldn't want the whole world to know. We don't know and can't control what other crazies look at this.

Violating ANY of these guidelines can and will lead to serious consequences. I'm not being funny. You may not understand how bad things can get.]

2. You (the audience) laugh at how weird, inappropriate, immature, and hilarious we are. Plus you get to see a little bit how our minds work.

I, Izzy, will start with an example story.

I'll introduce myself, first.

Hello, I'm Izzy. I'm a crazy thirteen year old who plays electric guitar, piano, writes poetry, draws stuff, and is generally entirely random and a complete spazz. Can be really immature at times, but who isn't?

Then again, I can be really mature sometimes (SOMETIMES, wow...) and then everyone's confused. I'm the one who always makes sure people's backpacks/purses are zipped and their shoes are tied. That's why Alex calls me "Mommy" sometimes. Especially that time we stayed up till 3:00 AM and then I was saying "CHILDREN. GO. TO. BED. STOP. TALKING. ON. THE. INTERNET. AND. CALM. DOWN." Then I hid under the sink and tried to fall asleep until they went to bed. Odd idea, yes, but I was really tired.

A lot of my friends say I'm funny. You decide.

Today, in science class, I saw our cover sheets for our tests that say things along the lines of "KEEP OUT", "DO NOT ENTER", and "KEEP EYES AWAY." I said it would be funny if someone taped one of those papers to their pants. Or practically anywhere else on their body, but pants would be the funniest.