How to play pat-a-cake...to the X-treme!!!!!!!

This is just instructions to the game me, Emer n Rachel T made up last year lol
Here are the step-by-step instructions to play pat-a-cake to the "X"TREME, follow these instructions and you'll have A&E filled within minutes!
1.Find a partner to play with (a friend will do or if you have none, a cat will do) you may also want to call an ambulance in advance.
2.Stand about 20 feet apart, and say "pat-a-cake....to the "X"TREME!" while making a X with your arms in the air.
3.Now run towards each other, jumping so that ypu bounce into each other, whilst going this make manly grunting noises, for added effect.
4.Now, you're ready to play (if you haven't already injured your partner, that is, if this has happened, "invite" the next person to walk past to play....don't be afraid to be forceful if they reject your invitation)
5.Sing the lyrics to the pat-a-cake song whilst hopping on one leg, bouncing into your partner.Here's the lyrics if you have forgotten:
Pat a cake, Pat a cake, baker's manBake me a cake as fast as you can; Pat it and prick it and mark it with a 'B', And put it in the oven for Baby and me.
6.Last one standing wins, if you enjoyed the game, why not ask the ambulance driver, there to take your semi-conscious friend (or cat, or random stranger you forced to play) to play with you again.

Coeur de Pirate

I hope I'm doing this right, 'cause I had a few problems trying to find out how to make a new post thingy. Again, living up to expectations.
Well, their is no real reason or topic for this one, but meh whatever I'm bored.
I go on the computer because I'm bored, but then I become even more bored by being on the computer, and makes my eyes hurt :( I don't think that made sense written down...it did in my head. Oh well.
I named this one ('one' because I don't know if this is a new blog or post or whatever) Coeur de pirate simply because that is what I'm listening to right now, coeur de pirate-comme des enfants-lovely song in french, love it.
Well, as I have blabbered enough for anyone who was actually reading it to cease, I might as well stop now. But I refuse to until I find something I actually want to write about....
Do you ever get when you read a book or listen to a song and it changes your mood and you feel as if you're the person its about or the person who wrote it from their perspective? Maybe I'm just crazy.
the suggested labels for this post are: scooters, holidays and autumn. None of which are as boring as this lmao
Recently I've found myself incredibly fed up with extra-curricular activities.
On monday, I have choir, tuesday I have a violin lesson and traditional group. On wednesday I have a music theory class during lunch, and rock group after school. Thursday I have a piano lesson, and Friday I have a book club(yes, haha, but i enjoy it ok?) On saturday I have two fiddle lessons, and then on sunday I have to try and practice everything, homework and do art coursework. Fun. I think it's fair to say I have a busy week. That's not to say I don't enjoy doing stuff, it's good in the long run and it is actually fun, but Im just so wrecked all the time. Oh well.
This is probably the worst blog of all time, but hell, it was what was on my mind, and isn't that what a blog is for?
Bleh. I give up, surrender. Blehhhhhh.

P.S No sign of Mystery Cat

Mystery Cat

Well, this has gotten off to a brilliant start hasn't it? I can't think of an url thingy, so i stick to my basic description, 'technologically retarded'. I have lived up to expectations, as I now appear to be called 'Mystery Cat'. Which was actually meant to be the topic of my blog. Just great.
Either way, although any suggestions as to how I work this thing properly would me much appreciated, I suppose I'll carry on, and warn the world about Mystery Cat.
During the bleak mid-winter, when snow had finally fallen in time for Christmas, I began to notice little cat paw prints in the snow. This is not unusual. Cats seem to like having days out in my garden for some reason. I admit I was disappointed, when the snow got extremely deep, that I did not happen across a deep cavern-like trail across the grass of which a cat had tried to trudge through the foot deep snow. No, no such luck was my own.
We never saw the cat that made those footprints, and the cats stopped staking out the garden once it hit november, so there was much suspicion.
So, why have I dedicated a blog to this? Because as I sat staring enthusiastically at the computer screen in absolute boredom, I heard a screechy noise, that I firstly assumed to be my sisters messin about in the next room. Then I realised only one of my sisters are home tonight, and she is currently watching t.v with my mother and father (I'm not anti-social, it's jsut I get a bit bored of 'Deadliest Catch' sometimes.) and thus, my theory was defied.
The screeching continued. Sounded like a cat. An angry cat. A cat that is now known as Mystery Cat. And for good reason.
My curiousity got the better of me, so I went to investigate. I looked out the back door to the step, and though I could here the cat, I could not see it. I turned the outside light on, and still, nothing.
My little sister appeared in beside me, questioning why I was glaring out the kitchen window, especially as it was pitch black. I must say, I shushed her and told her to listen carefully in the upmost conspicuous and investigative manner, which I'm rather proud of :)
But that is beside the point.
In contrary to Niall's first explanation of the cat noise via msn, I am not mad. My sister also heard the angry cat. Unfortunately, his second explanation is yet to be proven wrong, I could well have infected Olivia with my madness. But hopefully not.
Anyhoo, I have concluded that it is an invisible cat, as it is the only other reasonable explanation.
Mystery Cat, I'm on to you.