PI DAY.

Okay, so if you look at the date (March 14th) from an American's perspective, it says "3.14.2010".
And 3.14 is the number for Pi! Mm, yeah!

So, today, I shall treat you all to one of my awesome fanfics (where me and Mitchie go round throwing pies), and pictures of pies. ;).

Pictures:

Everyone loves the Simpsons, right? ;).

So true, omg.

Om nom nom. :D.

PIEEEEEEEEE. Teehee.

Fanfic:
Me and my bff decided on walking to the shops. It was Pi Day and unfortunately, I had no pies.
"It's a lovely day~," I said, walking along beside Mitchie.
"Yeah," Mitchie replied, grinning.
We reached the shop, bought ten pies and headed back home.
Suddenly, from out of the blue, a pie landed in my face. It was a cream-filled pie. My eyes, nose and mouth were filled with cream. I stopped where I was. I could hear Mitchie cursing.
"What the...?" my bff said, "Where did that come from?"
"I don't know," I mumbled.
"That bitch should know better," Mitchie said, really fierceeee.
I had never heard Mitchie being so fierce. "Why so fierce?" I asked him.
Mitchie was silent.
Confused, I wiped the cream out of my eyes and looked around. My bff had gone!
"Mitchie!" I yelled, wiping cream off my face, "Where art thou?"
I sat down where I was. Mitchie had taken the pies with him. I had no defence mechanisms AT ALL. What if the pie-thrower attacked me again? What if the pie-thrower had a lot more cream-filled pies and I drowned in cream? What if I was buried under so much cream that nobody would be able to find me again? What if...
Mitchie came running back to me. "I got him, I got him!" he yelled, happily and sat down next to me.
"You got who?" I asked, confused.
"Big Bad Barry chucked a pie at you so I chased him and threw our ten pies at him. He looked sorry and gave me the rest of his cream-filled pies!" Mitchie exclaimed.
He opened up the bag and it was filled with about 10 cream-filled pies.
So, me and my bff ate the pies and it was the best Pi Day ever!
THE END~!

And yeah.
Enjoy your pies today. ;).

RANT.

Okay. So, Mitchie won his game of cricket yesterday. And he won the game on Sunday too.
But in the game on Sunday, Mitchie was batting and the score was 299. So, Mitchie hit a REALLY NICE shot and made two runs. Mitchie's individual score: 3 runs. Australia's score: 301.
BUT Mr. "I'm A Party Pooper" Cricket Umpire said that those two runs weren't allowed. You wanna know why? But Mitchie RAN ON THE PITCH.
Wait, whut?
I know what you're thinking: "What's wrong with that? O_O"
WELL, APPARENTLY, WHEN YOU ARE RUNNING BETWEEN WICKETS, YOU CAN'T RUN ON THE PITCH.
Okay. That seems like a nice rule, umpires. /sarcasm

WHY DOES IT MATTER THAT MITCHIE RAN ON THE PITCH?!
Is the pitch ~sacred~?
"Don't go on the pitch, dear. It's sacred."
No. The pitch is not sacred. The pitch is a PITCH. Who cares if one guy runs on the pitch?

That umpire was a prick. He took two runs off Mitchie. I was like, "HEY, IF YOU MESS WITH MITCHIE, YOU'LL HAVE TO DEAL WITH HIS BFFL~!"
And that umpire shall. One day, I'll go to the cricket and THROW A PIE IN HIS UGLY FACE.

It doesn't matter who runs on the pitch. The bowler runs on the pitch before and after he bowls a ball. The batter stands on the pitch to face the bowler, ready to hit the ball.
When the bowler thinks he got the batter out, he appeals on the pitch.

THEN WHY CAN'T YOU RUN ON THE PITCH?!

Whoever invented that rule should be hit with a cricket bat, punched with keeper-gloves and hung with a shoelace in the cricket changing room.
Thank you.