Quick Notification

Hey you guys, I thought that I was going to be able to write out my new chicken breasts story a lot sooner but it's going to be delayed a lot longer than I expected. This story has so many ideas going through my head that I just don't know what to do with them and it's going to take a long time and a lot of strange randomization (although it probably is possible to organize it all, I like being weird and random, as you already know) to get it all down. But I can promise that even the people who were scared by the other ones will like this one at least a little bit. It will be somewhat rational. But still very VERY VERY strange, because without the strangeness, it just isn't using my true colors. I have a feeling that this is going to be a good one because every time I come up with an idea, I giggle at it, and as Trevor knows (I should stop mentioning him, he's never read this and probably never will), this happened frequently with the first one I wrote and it was very VERY funny... at least in my opinion. hee hee hee hee... Anyway, I just thought that I would explain the reason that I haven't really updated in awhile and why I won't be for a long time. I'm working very hard, I promise. lol. See ya!

~Sarah~

Bob Reincarnated

Note: Yes, there are more chicken breasts stories. How many are there? Only time can tell my friends. Yesterday was the one year anniversary by the way. And yesterday was the first day in a long time where I actually threw out some really creative and insane ideas. I wonder if it has something to do with the time of the year... I don't know. But anyway, it was nice to feel that randomness again that my inferiority complex has sapped so much of. Everyone around me is growing up... they don't like to be weird and random anymore. Some of them do, but those are rare. The rest are too close to being adults. Maybe I will be one of those kids who never really grows up. That would be awesome... anyway (I need to stop going off on these tangents), here is the story that I was forced to right in Language Arts last year (I wrote all of these stories for Lang. Arts, but this one was forced) about Bob and his battle against the noxious weeds. In this post will also be a story that me and Cork himself* wrote through MSN messenger. Watch this flash animation first: http://www.albinoblacksheep.com/flash/taters

A long time ago, in a galaxy far, far away, there was an orc named Bob. He was the King of Chicken Breasts, and he was a very noble king. Unfortunately, he came to a tragic end, which was dying of thirst because the badgers’ song never ended when he began to listen. But there was hope...

There was bright light, and all of a sudden, Bob had the urge to cry. So he did, and it was very annoying and loud. There was a man standing there who said,

"This child is our last hope against the noxious weeds that are taking over our world. He will be a Jedi Master. Jedi Master Bob."

As the years went by, Bob morphed into something that had a slight resemblance to an orc. Eventually, he renamed himself Jedi Master Yoda instead of Bob, because the name Bob reminded him of his past life and made him depressed. He became a very skilled Jedi, and he of course had to learn all the rules, and how to "use the force."

He became very strong, despite the fact that he only reached three feet by the time he was a full-grown adult, and he defeated every single one of his opponents. In fact, he taught many people to be Jedis, and it was always an honor to be taught by him.

One unfortunate day, Yoda discovered a noxious weed growing in his bed. He then realized that they were all over the room. He looked outside and they had taken over the city. They just kept sprouting up everywhere, killing everything in their path, including people. This really annoyed Yoda.

In a sudden fit of rage, he broke the window and jumped out. A weed cushioned his fall, and he took out his light saber and started whacking it into little tiny pieces. But the root was still there, and it fought back. It grabbed him and pulled him under the ground, through a huge tunnel, into the depths underneath the city. He landed on the ground hard.

From what he could see, there were huge teeth in front of him. They bit his light saber and broke it, and that was the end of that. He was in the dark, standing next to a huge monster, and he didn’t have a weapon. So he started blindly beating the snot out of it with his hands. All of a sudden, he was lifted from the earth by flying chicken breasts. He knew then that he had saved the earth, and the almost defeated race of chicken breasts. He was wounded horribly, so he died happy, knowing that he had fulfilled his duty. THE END (maybe)

And now for the MSN convo:

Sarah says:
[insert pic of snail here]
Sarah says:
There. That's weird.
Sarah says:
Betcha can't beat the randomness of that one.
Corky says:
(gaoieshtoiuwaehfsan intestine)
Corky says:
foo
Sarah says:
Singing chicken breasts.
Corky says:
filled with crystallized yellow pudding
Corky says:
which plops out with each chorus
Corky says:
wow, what an image
Sarah says:
lol... Ruled by an Orc named Co rk.
Sarah says:
*Cork
Corky says:
who saw a dork holding a fork over a helpless stork who sent for pork to appease cork the orc
Sarah says:
Who then freaked out because there was pork and exploded.
Corky says:
and then the stork, suffering from massive post-traumatic stress disorder, flew as far as he could away from that place, over the mountains of mordor, to the valleys of rohan, and convieniently flew into a cliff-face
Corky says:
he was daydreaming
Corky says:
that's right
Corky says:
eat it
Sarah says:
ha ha ha...
Sarah says:
The cliff then proceeded to crack right down the middle.
Sarah says:
And then it exploded.
Corky says:
from a stork
Corky says:
.....some cliff
Sarah says:
lol
Corky says:
just as soon as frodo and the other members of the fellowship were paddling their boats beneath in the river below the cliff
Corky says:
oh snap
Corky says:
what now [insert crude derogatory term for a homosexual combined with a crude term for a buttocks here]
Corky says:
huh
Sarah says:
ha ha...
Sarah says:
Which then caused the river to explode sending hobbits flying around everywhere.
Corky says:
wtf?
Sarah says:
I like explosions.
Corky says:
indeed
Corky says:
welllll....
Corky says:
in the midst of all the flying hobbits, filled with mashed taters and gravy, it was hazy, (due to the dust from the cliff explosion, maybe) and then
Corky says:
the lazy men from Gondor came and ate the tasty hobbit
Corky says:
s
Sarah says:
Along with the taters and gravy.
Corky says:
yes
Sarah says:
Then Gollum came along and said, "What's taters eh?"
Corky says:
lmfao
Corky says:
THE END
Sarah says:
That was kewl.

*All of this nonsense was caused by my friend Corey (a.k.a. Cork) who lives very far away and is a REAL person. Last year at Christmas, he e-mailed me a picture of "him" on a Christmas card, and this picture happened to be of an orc. So I started calling him "Cork the Orc." Eventually I tested out of Mrs. Bozell's class and I decided to write a very weird story as my alternate assignment, and I was in the library and saw the book Summer of the Monkeys (I can't remember whether that's exactly what it's called or not) sitting on the shelf next to me. It got me to thinking... I thought, "What is something weird that I could put in place of the monkeys?" so I picked what I then thought were singing chicken breasts off of the Quizno's subs commercial (which I later found out were really "Spongmonkies" created by a man named Joel Veitch who makes really hilarious flash animations). And thus, the stories were started. The one written by Cork and I was a competition as to who could rhyme the most, which then turned into a competition as to who could write the most creative piece, which then turned into a combined effort to write a strange story. I must apologize for Cork's cussing; I censored it of course. The first one posted was prompted by a pic of Yoda that Cork included in one of his many e-mails he sent to me last year before I had messenger. There was also an e-mail with a pic of Cookie Monster in it (that was foreshadowing by the way).

Summer of the Singing Chicken Breasts: Part 2

Note: I have recently discovered that there is another person who reads my blog but is unable to comment, and she enjoys my stories, giving me reason to continue posting them. I will just keep posting the old ones that nobody has really seen before except for the only people who read my blog until I have come up with a sufficient plot for "We Love the Moon: A Play off of Summer of the Singing Chicken Breasts." There probably won't be more than one part to that story because by then, everybody will be sufficiently sick of singing food and will want some better material. Anyway, enjoy part two, if you haven't already....

Last time on "Summer of the Singing Chicken Breasts": "We love the subs!! ‘Cause they are good to us!!! The Quizno’s subs!!! They are tasty, they are crunchy, they are warm, because they toast them!!! THEY GOT A PEPPER BAR!! EAT QUIZNO’S SUBS!!!"... "Oh my word, that tune is annoying. Yes, I know, it’s really annoying. I can’t get that song out of my head. Make it stop, that tune is annoying, and I gotta go to work in the morning, and I’ll just end up humming in my bed,"... "Why is there a chicken breast AND YOUR BLOODY ARM ON THE FLOOR!? WHY ARE YOU FOAMING AT THE MOUTH!?!?!"... "Happy birthday, Mr. President!!!"... "All hail the king, Cork the Orc!!"... "Cork hopped up onto the bed, and turned Bob into an orc."...

Now, continuing with our story, Bob was now the king of chicken breasts, Bob the Orc, but we will continue to affectionately call him Bob, because under the vicious orc hide, was the crazy maniac with a lisp, Bobby. He hopped out of his hospital bed, and growled. It was an annoying growl, very much like a little kid pretending to become a satanic demon. Cork said,

"You have much to learn, future king. You cannot be the king of chicken breasts until you learn how to properly growl, and you have to be respectable, despite the fact that you are now a vicious, flesh-eating orc. Now we must begin your training. The first step is learning proper etiquette while fighting an opponent."

Over the next couple of weeks, Bob learned many things about being polite while fighting. He learned that you are not supposed to fight unless a chicken breast(s) is/are being harmed, and he learned that you should not hit below the belt, because no one deserves that. There are many more rules for orc fighting– such as, you are not allowed to fight without being challenged– but there are too many to write here; it would take years.

One day, after Bob had gone through the proper initiation ceremony to become king, the chicken breasts came to him with an illegal request. As they bowed, they said,

"Your highness, we are faced with a problem that is impossible for us to solve without your guidance and wisdom."

"What might this problem be?" asked Bob.

"You see your highness, our band, the one that originally played ‘Quizno’s’ and ‘The Annoying’, was number one on the Billboard Charts last week. Then, on Monday, a brand new band beat us to the top with their never ending single, ‘Badger, Mushroom, Snake’. We would like to request that you kill them, so that we..."

"WHAT!? YOU WANT ME TO BREAK MY OWN LAWS AND FIGHT WHEN YOU AREN’T IN PHYSICAL DANGER AND WHEN I AM NOT BEING DIRECTLY CHALLENGED; AT YOUR REQUEST!??!! DO YOU THINK I’M A FOOL?!! DO YOU THINK I AM STUPID ENOUGH TO DO THAT?!!" The chicken breasts were so scared. They couldn’t handle his anger.

"ANSWER ME!!!!!!!" screamed Bob.

"N-n-no your h-highness, y-you are n-not st-st-st-stupid. I apologize for wasting your time." The chicken breasts stood up, and while staring at the floor, began walking out the door.

"Wait, I can still help you. Bring the badgers to me," said Bob.

The chicken breasts did not understand why Bob would want to meet the badgers. They were terrible people, or rather, badgers. But they did as they were told. They went to the lair of the badgers, and spoke to the all mighty king, Mr. Snakey, the pet of a little girl. They didn’t tell him that they wanted to beat his band to the top of the charts of course, but they did tell him that Bob the Orc wanted them to perform for him, which was a lie. Mr. Snakey said,

"Very well, but I shall accompany the badgers on their trip. A couple of years ago, Cork the Orc tried to take over our kingdom; I want to make sure that Bob the Orc’s intentions are pure." So the chicken breasts, badgers, and Mr. Snakey left and went to Bob’s kingdom.

As they entered, Mr. Snakey realized that Bob was much bigger than him, and was intimidated, and shook as he stared up at the formidable Bob. Bob said,

"Hello Mr. Snakey. What brings you to my demented kingdom of chicken breasts? Please do not be afraid."

Then Trevor walked in and said to Joseph, "How dare you insult my supremeness!! I shall challenge you to a duel!" Joseph then shrunk into a little ant, and Trevor simply stepped on him, and Sarah laughed really hard as she was writing the story. Now that Joseph was a floor mat, Trevor left the story, and Sarah was satisfied with defending her friend* from the evils of snide comments. Bob then said,

"Hmm...that was interesting. Anyway, what was it that you wanted, Mr. Snakey?"

"Well, I wanted to accompany my badgers to your kingdom and watch them perform for you."

"May I please have a talk with my chicken breasts before we begin?"

"Very well."

Bob took the chicken breasts aside and said, "You fools! Their song is never ending!! We will die before it ends!! I never asked you to get them to perform, just to bring them to me!! Your race will now die, and it’s all your fault."

At this point, Sarah decided that she had to end the chicken breasts story, because all good things must end, just as she must leave Craver, and move on, and frankly, this is getting rather boring.

The badgers began chanting, "Badger, badger, badger, badger, badger, badger, badger, badger, badger, badger, badger, bagder, MUSHROOM, MUSHROOM!! Badger, badger, badger, badger, badger, badger, badger, badger, badger, badger, badger, badger, MUSHROOM, MUSHROOM!!! Badger, badger, badger, badger, badger, badger, badger, badger, badger, badger, badger, badger, MUSHROOM, MUSHROOM!! SNAKE!! A SNAKE!! OH, IT’S A SNAKE!!! Badger, badger, badger..." They continued like this until everybody died. I do believe that this is the end...

*May the reader note that this story was written about 2 and a half months before the author and Trevor himself began dating, thus, giving Trevor the label of just a "friend" in the story.

Summer of the Singing Chicken Breasts: Part 1

NOTE: Despite the recent afraidness of my readers (of which there appears to be only one reader), I have decided to go ahead and post my Chicken Breast stories, of which I am quite proud of. I will warn you though, these stories are not for those that happen to be freaked out by insanity. Which is most people.... MWA HA HA HA HA!!!!!!!! Anyway, here is part one, written by me last year in the very heart of the Craver Middle School library (and witnessed by Trevor):

Bob ran down the road towards home. He was finally free. No more school for three months. He burst through the door and turned on the TV. Bob loved is sixty-four inch plasma television so much that he named it Jane. He was a sophomore at Baker High, (one of the most prestigious schools in the state of Montana) and he had taken Jane with him to prom that year. Thanks to Jane he had failed every class that year, so his parents decided that they would home school him his junior year. Bob was happy about this arrangement because his parents both worked and trusted him to do his lessons on his own; he was free to spend time with his lovely Jane.

One day during the summer, while Bob was watching Jane, a commercial for Quizno’s Subs came on. There was a white fuzzy thing holding a microphone, and a brown fuzzy thing was standing next to it with a guitar. Ben couldn’t figure out what the fuzzy things were at first, but then he decided that the white one was a chicken breast with feathers and the other one was a rotting, half-eaten chicken breast with feathers. He then realized that they both had eyes and really large teeth. Then the one with the guitar started playing a catchy tune, and the one with the microphone started singing (in a raspy voice, almost screaming) the following song:

"We love the subs!! Cause they are good to us!! We love the subs!! They are tasty , they are crunchy, they are warm, because they toast them!! THEY GOT A PEPPER BAR!!! THE QUIZNO’S SUBS!!"

After Bob saw that commercial, he became obsessed with those ugly, singing chicken breasts with feathers. He literally went crazy, and became a raving maniac with a lisp. One night his mom was making chicken for dinner, and one of the chicken breasts grew feathers and started talking to Bob. It said,

"Do you like Quizno’s?" Bob was speechless. He tried to respond, but he didn’t respond quick enough, so the chicken breast said,

"I HATE QUIZNO’S!!! I have to make a fool of myself daily, singing that song. It’s annoying!! In fact, I know a perfect song to describe my feelings." A rotting chicken breast jumped out of the trash can and started playing his guitar, and the chicken breast on the stove began singing,
"Oh my word, that tune is annoying. Yes I know, it’s really annoying. I can’t get that song out of my head. Make it stop, that tune is annoying, and I gotta go to work in the morning, and I’ll just end up humming in my bed." Bob fainted.

A few minutes later, Bob woke up in his bed. His mom walked in and felt his forehead. "Are you okay?" she asked, in a very high pitched, cutesy, annoying tone of voice. His eyes got wide, and he jumped out of bed, breathing heavily, almost wheezing.

"Dinner is on the table; we’re having chicken." Bob squealed like a little girl, ran downstairs, and bit the singing chicken breast. It screamed, and feathers were all over the room. It then proceeded to bite his arm off. His mom ran downstairs and screamed, "What is going on!? Why is there a chicken breast AND YOUR BLOODY ARM ON THE FLOOR?! WHY ARE YOU FOAMING AT THE MOUTH!?!?!" Bob fainted. Again.

Bob woke up in the mental hospital. The nurse told him where he was, and he started laughing uncontrollably. Alea Mansfield walked into the room and started singing, "Happy birthday, Mr. President!!" Then she left and said, "Goodbye everyone, I LOVE YOU!!" Then the white chicken breast limped into the room, and said, "What is Alea doing in Montana?" Bob’s eyes got wide and he started foaming at the mouth again, so the nurse drugged him with a sedative and he calmed down long enough to have an intelligent conversation with the chicken breast. It said,
"Why did you try to kill me last night?" Bob drooled. "Yes, I understand," said the chicken breast. It handed him his arm. He smacked himself with it. The chicken breast understood this; this was the native language of his people, the reason why his teeth were crooked. He smacked himself, and thirty other chicken breasts walked into the room, carrying what looked like a baby orc. They bowed to the orc, and said,

"All hail the king!! Cork the orc!!" Cork then said, "We need your help, Bob. I am getting too old to protect my people. I need you to protect them for me, so that when I die, the world will be at peace. My world, that is."

Bob smacked himself and grunted an acceptance to the job. Bob had done a great deal of research on chicken breasts, and found that they all worshiped one king, who would always be an orc. The vicious orc would protect the vulnerable chicken breasts; the only problem was that when the orc aged, it would shrink, and would have to turn a human into an orc to take it’s place. Cork hopped up onto the bed, and turned Bob into an orc. To Be Continued...

The Random Thinkings of a Lizard

Badger, badger, badger, badger, badger, badger, badger, badger, badger, badger, badger, badger, MUSHROOM, MUSHROOM! Badger badger badger badger badger badger badger badger badger badger.... Did you know that "badger" can be typed with just one hand? Spectacular, isn't it? Did you know that I am typing this at about 110 wpm? Isn't that spectacular? I believe it's a talent developed by lots of time wasted sitting in front of the computer doing "nothing" as my parents call it. Well, apparently I'm doing something seeing as I've gotten to the point where I don't have to put hardly any effort forth at all in keyboarding and it takes me about 20 minutes to get three lessons done, leaving me with an hour and 10 minutes to sit and do nothing except sit and flick Trevor's ear and try to get to him to talk to me as he sits and obsessively looks up Marvel comics until the end of the class period. Is that a run-on sentence? Part of me thinks it is, but part of me thinks it isn't. I don't know really. One thing I do know is it involves sitting a lot. But I create a lot of run-on sentences because I can type about as fast as I think (ha ha, not really), and write down everything. That's why I tend to ramble on and on in my blog and e-mails... speaking of which... I need to get back to the subject at hand:

As I was saying, badger badger badger badger badger badger badger badger badger badger badger badger MUSHROOM MUSROOM!!!!! Badger badger badger badger badger badger badger badger badger badger badger badger MUSHROOM MUSHROOM!!!! Badger badger badger badger badger badger badger badger badger badger badger badger SNAAAAAAAAAKE A SNAAAAAAAAAAAAAKE.... OOOOOH IT'S A SNAKE!!!!!!!!!!!! Badger badger badger badger... Oh by the way, this is a very interesting website... click the link... I dare you: www.badgerbadgerbadger.com I hope you have a ton of fun. Another great one is www.albinoblacksheep.com. They have practically every single flash animation in existence there. Oh yes, and for those of you who have read my chicken breast stories (which should be most of you who are actually bothering to read my blog), here are some more things for you to enjoy: http://www.albinoblacksheep.com/flash/annoying.php. The following is music by the chicken breasts themselves, I can't give you "We Love The Subs" but I can certainly give you "We Love the Moon": http://www.rathergood.com/moon_song/. This is foreshadowing of another story to come that has been brewing in my head for a few months now that I have not told ANYONE about... except for maybe the other person in my head... *cough*. I am revealing it now only because it shall be posted in my next blog entry. And ONLY in my next blog entry. No place else. Actually... I should probably post the two first stories first. And also the little tiny ones I did on the side... one of which that Cork himself actually aided me in writing through IM. But I cannot post them now for fear of making this blog entry too long for somebody to want to read, which it really already is. lol. So I shall end this now, and until next time... which could be tomorrow... or the day after that... or next week... please continue to be strange and random and shove it in the face, up the nose, and in the ears of society. Thank you.

~Sarah~

P.S. The 23rd of this month is the one year anniversary of the day Part 1 of Summer of the Singing Chicken Breasts was published... in my computer. It was also published in the Craver Chronicles. It left a legacy in the mind of all the students of Craver who read it, and probably made them think of me as being considerably weird, and caused Mrs. Bozell to ask me if I was an only child. When I replied with a yes, she bluntly and quite hilariously said, "I thought so."

Are YOU Down With the Sickness?

This year seems to be a very bad year for sicknesses. I have had at least three colds, two sinus infections, and a toe infection from getting my toe smashed into the floor. And I'm sure that there is something else that I can't remember. I have been in the doctor's office a ton of times and have been on so many meds that I can't even remember what they were for. I've missed school only twice though. Which is great. But the make-up work makes me want to barf. I believe that the last time I missed school it took me a total of four hours to get my make-up work done (that also includes the regular homework I had for that day)... and I didn't take any breaks. I missed school today and Trevor called me and told me what my work is (he's so sweet...), and luckily I don't think I'll have too much work to do at home but will have a TON to do at school. It's frustrating though because around 11:00 this morning I started to feel a whole lot better, but it was already too late for going to school today to have a point to it. But then at about 3:30 or something like that I started to feel pretty bad again. And I think that if I had gone to school today I would've gotten even more sick and would've had to miss tomorrow anyway. So it's good that I didn't go to school today... I guess. I'm doing pretty good now other than the evil and annoying runny nose. Well, I need to go because I want to get some extra sleep. Later peeps.

~Sarah~

A Rant on Preps

PREPS. I cannot stand preps! They are the most disgusting and vile creatures that ever existed and probably the only people in this entire world that I am prejudiced against. Except maybe the KKK and other hate organizations... Anyway, they are stupid for the following reasons: They worry about the way they look all the time. They spend hours in the morning picking out their clothes, doing their hair and make-up and making themselves look like absolute sluts while at the same time nabbing every single jock guy they can get. They waste all their time in the morning so they can lose their virginity to some jock, and have his baby whom he will most likely not help take care of, all the while making sure that they can be as snobby and rude as they can and talk behind the back of every single person that walks by. They not only talk behind your back, but sometimes to your face, trying to be logical and intelligent about something that wasn't logical and intelligent to begin with. They also trash talk everyone you care about, and they put down all your beliefs and values. When a new person comes to school, they automatically judge whether or not they want to turn them into another prep by their looks. In fact, they judge the person's entire personality by the way they look. These are the reasons I think preps are horrible people, and they ruin society. Well, now that I am done with this rant I believe I shall go now. See ya!

~Sarah~

Ahhh... weekend...

Yes, it is finally the weekend. And what a beautiful thing the weekend is. After such a busy week we get two days to relax and be unproductive. Unless you are unfortunate and are forced to be productive during your precious weekend. You poor thing. Anyway, a lot of us feel that we are over committed, and in high school that is usually what happens to people. There is just so much to do and so many opportunities, that you get buried in it all... and eventually overwhelmed to the point of exploding. "Exploding" being the term for quitting something. I have exploded this year and let me tell you, I hated it. I did not want to quit swimming... in fact I cried when I made the desicion (but that doesn't say much... I cry over everything, just ask Trevor). But it had to be done, and so it was. And I'll just stick to swimming in the summer when I actually can handle it. lol.

Either you explode, or you don't explode, and usually when you don't explode you don't have time to do anything else. There are exceptions to that though. I exploded this year and I still don't have time for anything else. I wanted to try out for Seven Brides for Seven Brothers at school, but I know that if I got a part I wouldn't have time to go to practices because of all the other stuff I'm doing and how it directly conflicts with it. Trevor tells me to take a break from something, such as Sweet Adelines, but one thing he doesn't understand is you can't just "take a break" from Sweet Adelines. Especially when you're in a chorus like mine that depends on how many people are there. There are 15 people in our chorus and we couldn't even go to competition this year because if even one person couldn't make it we wouldn't be able to compete anyway. So yes, I am stuck with this chorus... at least until I go off to college or they get more members. By the way, if any girls like to sing and are interested in being in Sweet Adelines (and if they have the time), talk to me and I'll hook you up! It's a lot of fun, it really is.

Internet Tip for You: How to Put a Music Video on Your Blog

1) At the top of the box where you type your entry, click the "Edit Html" tab.

2) Open another web window and go to www.videocodezone.com.

3) Find a video on that website that you would like to see in your blog by either browsing by the line of letters that is towards the top of the page or typing something in the search box. If you don't find the video you want on this website, then find a different video code website via a search engine and you will find tons of other websites just like this one, although I feel that videocodezone is the best.

4) When you find your video you will be able to watch it, and underneath the video there should be an html code. Copy and paste the html code into your blog (make sure you have clicked the "Edit Html" tab FIRST or it won't work).

5) Click the "Compose" tab and you should be able to see your video in your blog, and then you can continue with typing the rest of your entry.

Well, I must be going now, ttyl!

~Sarah~