Hello

Hi. Just to let you know, I AM still alive. I'm just..... tired. And busy. But mostly tired.

I looked at my ACT score online(scores haven't officially been sent out yet). I didn't do very well. However, considering that I hardly studied at all, and got only 4 hours of sleep that night, I guess I did alright. I'm still disappointed though. Especially since this means that I'll have to stay home another year while I study and work more, and then I'll retake the ACT, and(hopefully) get a better score. What was my score you ask? Well, I'll leave you to guess..... okay, I'll give you a hint....... It was better than 20, but worse than 30.

*sigh*

Well, I think I have strayed enough from any interesting subject. Let's see if I can come up with something more interesting......... I've gotten all my Christmas shopping done. Yea! That means that all I have to do to be completely ready for Christmas is wrap the rest of the presents, and give the house a thorough cleaning, and I can REST! Do NOTHING for the rest of the YEAR!!!! YEA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! It's my Christmas present to ME! Ahaha. I'm soo happy.

I'm am completelt exhausted. I need to get some sleep. I just had a very.... active day. First I..... No. No. I can't explain. I REALLY need to get ready for bed. I..... zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz

....and gets a girlfriend

Last time on "Sprong".................

As he was hopping he heard a quiet call from the bushes.
"Hey you, little frog, come here. Little bald frog, come over here I've got to tell you something."

"Did you want something?" Sprong asked confused.
"Yes." The hedgehog replied. "I wanted to tell you that you're a very odd frog."

"Eh? What's that? You never found your baldness to be a blessing? Why I've known a frog who would have been dead many a time over if not for his baldness! And you don't appreciate it. Kids these days. They never appreciate anything"
And with that the hedgehog trudged off. Leaving Sprong bewildered, confused, and wondering what frog the hedgehog had been talking about.....


Sprong Gets a Girlfriend

Three days after meeting the strange hedgehog, Sprong decided to go solo-bugging. He was hopping to the creek when he heard a weak "croak". It sounded like a sick or wounded frog. Sprong, ever curious, decided to investigate. He followed the croaking until he came to the bank of the creek. The croaking seemed to be coming from inside the reeds ahead. Sprong scaled himself, and went in. The sight that met his eyes was horrendous. A poor froggette had been captured by an ugly human girl, and was beinmg repeatedly kissed on the head by its discusting, hairy lips.
"Come ON Mr. Prince!" It said in a loud, whiney voice. "CHANGE! I want you to change so I can be a PRINCESS!!"
The girl was agitated, and in her frustration, had nearly sueezed the froggette to death. Sprong hopped towards them, desperately trying to think of something he could do so save the poor little gette. He could think of nothing, and the human was beginning to shake the little frog. Unable to think of anything better, Sprong jumped at the ugly brute and whipped his toungue out to catch a fly that was hovering near the things nose.
"EEEEEEK!!!!!!!" It screeched. "What IS that!!!"
It dropped the frog and ran out of the rushes screaming at the top of its gigantic lungs.
Sprong quickly hopped over to the froggette, worried that he might have been to late to help her.
"Are you alright?" He asked worridly. "Are you badly hurt?"
A feeble "croak" was the only answer he recieved. Unsure what to do to help, Sprong helped the froggette over to a pool of water and gathered some bugs for her to eat. Sprong sat with her for some time before she was able to manage a weak "thank you" before falling asleep.

The next morning Sprong woke with a start, realizing that he had fallen asleep after promising himself that he wouldn't. Calling himself a weak insect, Sprong went over to where he had left his patient. She was gone. Sprong was heartbroken.
"I didn't even learn her name." He said dejectedly.
"Excuse me." Said a lightly croaking voice behind him. "Are you the frog that saved my life yeterday?"
Sprong turned to face the Froggette. She was looking at him with a expression that he didn't understand, but made his insides feel like water.
"Croak." Sprong had trouble saying anything intelligible, "I... croak, did....thgat is to sgay.... yes."
She smiled at him. Good water, she was lovely.
"Thank you. I thought for certain that I was going to die. I was bugging with my boyfriend when that human came. My boyfriend hopped away and left me. He was a coward, he would never have saved me the way you did."
She hopped right up to Sprong and kissed him.
Sprong turned blue and opened his mouth to speak, but was unable to get any sound to come out.
"If you like, YOU can be my boyfriend."
Sprong could only nod. He still didn't know her name. His new girlfriend cuddled up next to him and gave a contented sigh. Sprong just couldn't believe his good luck.


Be sure to read the next issue of "Sprong": Sprong saves the Ponderians

Sorry guys.....

Hey everyone, I'm sorry that I STILL haven't written the next issue of "Sprong" yet, but I just haven't had TIME. I have been trying to keep up with Tracy and GinN's blogs, but I find it a nearly impossible task. *sigh* Well, it's off to work for me.

Coming Soon!

Although I doubt anyone will have time to read it, (most of your time will no doubt be spent reading GinN and Tracy's blogs) I will (finally) be posting the next issue of Sprong. I'm not certain what prompted this. Although I think it may have had something to do with an Irish geezer who kept asking about it.

I realize that this is an increadibly short post, but I was visiting the other blogs and quite lost track of time. So it is now.... GOSH! 2:47 and I need to get ready for bed.

Bye!

I'm Back.

Hello everyone. I am sorry that it has been such a long time since I posted or commented. I didn't know you cared so much...*wipes away a tear*

I HAVE been busy lately. I will, however, be even MORE busy next week. I have the ACT next Saturday, so I won't have time to blog AT ALL. Sorry, that's just the way things go.

Alright, well..... I have to go read all the stories that were posted on Irishbrat. I haven't read any of them, and I'm tired of hearing people joking about them when I have no idea why the jokes are funny. It is very irritating, especially since I'm not used to that sort of thing.

Go in peace.