Friday, April 30, 2010

The Triangular Daffodil

Ooooh so I found this daffodil that was realllyyyyy weird. It's petals were honestly triangular. So I took multiple pictures of it using my dad's iphone.


The daffodil. Isn't it sooo weird!! The petals are SO triangular.


Hmm this one is of my Grandma who's visiting from Florida this week.


This composition is titled "Weird Daffodil with Glass"


Am I acting weird thinking the daffodil looks weird? Does it look normal to you? Have you seen this type of daffodil before?

Wednesday, April 28, 2010

Whew.

I just got done with rearranging my blog layout. Enjoy! It took forever. The special stuff is on draft.blogger.com
You can spend hours on it. I diiddddd.

Just got back from Zee's again...

This story is even more depressing than the last one. I'm not depressed, it's just when I try to think of a story idea in about 2 minutes its always a depressing one.

The assignment was to reach into a bag and pull out a handful of index cards, and base a story on the words written on them. You could use all the words, or just one. The words that I took out were: 8 o'clock, Stars, Hurry, Silk, and Echoes.

And this is what I turned it into:

It is only 8 o'clock. No one has yet arrived, there is only a Women standing against a wall. The room feels empty, which is reasonable, because it is, but the emptiness feels deeper than just lacking of people. There is no spirit here, in a room full of black silk decorations and black silk memories.
People are beginning to stroll in, looks of sadness or looks of pretend sadness on their faces. Already the mood in the room is hurried. Everyone is honored to be there, of course, but now they can't wait to leave.
The emptiness is getting deeper. The Woman is still standing against the wall, the black of her dress contrasting with the deep cream of the walls.
The emptiness is starting to swallow up the room. Everyone is silent. Waiting for the Woman to say something, but she is still standing against the wall.
Nobody goes up to comfort her.
People start to whisper, and the whispers gradually increase into a talk and a roar once the people realize that the Women isn't going to say anything.
The fake sad faces are replaced with faces of laughter, and the actually sad faces soon follow.
The Woman darts out of the room. She can't take the room any longer, but the hallways aren't really much better. The echoes of happy people are going to follow her through the wooden door.
They should be sad! Why aren't they sad? This is what she will always be thinking. Not just here, but everywhere in her life; people will always be in a different place then her.
The party goes on, and the death and the emptiness of the room has disappeared along with the only person who is still holding on to it. The chatter is now happy and light, and there is no reason to be sad. What were we here for? I don't remember anymore. The reason never mattered, anyway, it was just an excuse to come together.
The reason never mattered, anyway.

Except to the Woman.



How do you like it? Is it obviously a funeral? I didn't know if it was obvious or not, and I don't know if I want it to be obvious or not. I could change the world "party" in the last sentance to "funeral reception" or whatever it's called.
And, is that the appropriate use of a semi-colon? I don't really know these things. Would a colon work too?

Tuesday, April 27, 2010

An Idea That Can't Be Explained Properly, Ever

I've been trying to think of a way to phrase this idea since I had it, and it's really impossible. This is the closest I got, and it's not perfect.

When you finish a book it feels like it ran out of pages, not just concluded. "where did the rest go?" you might ask, even when there is a perfectly reasonable ending. The problem is that the book finished before you did. There is a delay, a period of time in which you are not really there, you are somewhere else, still reading the pages that got pulled out from under you.

The idea I am looking for is "that period of time." does anyone know what I'm talking about? You are in a funk because the book isn't done inside of you, you are still thinking about it in great detail. I hope this isn't like that hero post thing awhile back where know one knew what I was talking about and thought I was going crazy/ had a very very interesting imagination.

Does anyone else get in good-book-funks where you aren't processing anything but the story you won't let go of? Come on, my literate friends, you must know what I'm talking about.

No?

I must be going crazy then.

No.

I'm not. You just don't see it.

The Driver's Test Thing

This is the test that ally posted on Buzz. I got a D-, which I thought was pretty okay considering I don't really pay attention to anything.
Could you pass a driving test?

Created by Auto Insurance

Monday, April 26, 2010

Happiness

Do you know what I really enjoy? COMMENTS! It makes me so happy to see that people are reading and responding to this.

hint, hint.

Not pointing any fingers (COUGH COUGH most of my followers COUGH) but you should start commenting!!!! Then we could have interesting discussions on blogger.

Comments, people?

Sunday, April 25, 2010

The Mooovvvviiieesssss

I went today to the movies to see the movie "How to Train Your Dragon" not in 3D. It was SOOO great. It was fantabulous animation, except for the far away town shots that looked a little fuzzy, but other wise it was great. I currently have a huge crush on the main character Hiccup at the moment, because he is so adorable and because he had red hair and reallyyyy pretty green eyes. (haha. I'm such a sucker for red hair. have you noticed?) Anyway, the movie was great. I've always admired how animation studios like pixar and Dreamworks can put so much emotion in an animal's face. I mean, really- it's just a face. And one that we aren't able to distinguish emotion in as well as us, but they manage really well. It was a great movie, and the plot was awesome. Haha, I forgot about the plot with all the red hair and awesome animation. No, but it was a cool plot. Absolutely nothing like the book, according to my brother (I've read it too at some point, but I don't remember half of what I read) but whatever. I think, that if I forgot the books plot, that this was better. Which is something I have never said about a book->movie thing, so that's saying something.
I liked the whole idea of everyone trying to kill the dragons except for him who couldn't... wouldn't kill one. And Toothless (the dragon) was so great. Like I said, the emotion shown in his eyes was fabulous. He looked scared and hurt and in pain and whatever. If you haven't seen this movie yet, you so should. It's only Dreamworks and its pretty much up at the standards of Disney Pixar.

Thursday, April 22, 2010

The 12 Dancing Princesses

Okayyyyyy, now as everyone knows I have this obsession with paint.
Also, as not as many of you know, Sophia and I (her blog is on my blogroll) are writing a play. The 12 Dancing Princesses. I decided to combine these two things, and here is what I got!!!!!!! Everyone needs to know what the characters look like, right? The problem is, I got more focused on the dress than the character itself. So, it's not as much of a character study as designing clothes on paint (harder than it looks. Wayyy harder than it looks.)


Going from oldest to youngest:

Juliette~22, a bit selfish, calm, cool, and collected, stunningly beautiful

[Insert Juliette here]

She is the oldest, and one of the main characters, so I haven't drawn her yet, I'm too scared.

Isabelle~21, singer, performer, confident


That would be Isabelle, the singer and performer.
She has twins!!!!!
Observe,
Liana~21, bookish, quiet, reserved

Ugly, is she not? (Sorry, she didn't mean to turn out that way. I think it's the hair)
AND, her other sister:
Annalise~21, dreamer, hopeless romantic

Hmmm... are the gold shoes too much?


Okay, this next one doesn't have a twin (I kinda feel bad for her, she is all alone):
Jessamine~20, skeptical, sharp, sensible

Don't you love her dress? What about her hair? ITS RED! Cough, cough. RED IS BEAUTIFUL!

And another loner (BUT WITH A TOTALY AMMAAAAZZZINNNG DRESS):
Lorelei~19, artistic, spontaneous, musical


And if you don't like her dress, just look at her hair! Braids are really hard to draw on paint! I love them so much.

Another loner, who probably thinks shes the oldest and it keeps her happy (but yea, no, shes just really bossy most of the time)
Eloise~18, industrious, serious, less-is-more doctrine

Look at that business dress! I like that line on the hip-ish, and the neck is pretty cool.

This girl is sooo un-princessy.
Remy~17, tomboyish, adventurous, athletic

Yeah, that's a corset and bloomers. Got a problem?

And the dreaded... i mean... sweet... 16's
Cassandra~16, flirty, girly, giggly
Cressida~16, flirty, girly, animated

Neither of them are done, I need to change their faces and maybe their dress. I haven't decided if they are scandalous enough to have dresses that short. They are REALLY SHORT. And kind of ugly. Especially considered the time period. Whatever. I also need to change the hair. (I will probably start these girls all over, but this is the general idea: bright, fun, blond.)

This girl is crazy shy (why isn't there more like her? If I grew up with 11 other crazy sisters I would be so messed up.
Felicity~15, shy, timid, insecure, tentative

I think she looks really young. I don't know if that's good or bad.

And the last girl.
Cecilia~14, sweet, clever, clumsy
[Insert Cecilia here]
She is the actual main character- I'm REALLY scared of drawing here. I have no idea what she looks like. Even less than Juliette (who I kinda know) Hopefully she is pretty! She is the one who gets married (haha, did I spoil it for you?)




AND THAT is what I've been spending allll of my free time on!!!!! Enjoy basking in the awesomeness of Paint.

Wednesday, April 21, 2010

Story: Us and Them

This is something I wrote awhile ago, totaly on impulse with no idea whatsoever what was coming out. COMMENTS on what you think is going to happen from there (there is no wrong answer, I dont even know) and just the general idea and what you like and dislike.






Chapter One

Us



The first thing I do this morning, every morning is look out my window.

its a habit I started two years ago, when I say something that I actually caused. The view hasn’t changed since. The city I am looking at through my window is still covered in pain.

But really there was nothing anyone could do.

When the Beast came there was no warning, except that of the sparse collection of animals in this now over populated city. And to me. But that’s different.

Animals were the only ones who noticed anything was changing. They live so close to the earth. I still think that the earth tells them secrets at night, secrets they would never tell humans even if we would listen.

During the years before the Beast, humans became even more separate from the earth then they ever had, digging it up, eating it and spitting it out, almost literally. We never gave back. Ever.

And I must say, we deserved it. I am the only one who thinks that though.



I'm not the only one left. I know because when I sneak out once a month to take food from the supermarket, I can see them. They take one look at me and they scamper away. They didn’t know that they needed to stay inside as much as possible. I barely even knew. But I could guess.

Every one I caught glimpses of outside looked haunted. They hold pain, sorrow and madness in their eyes and pain, sorrow and madness in the way they carry their bodies. They were haunted, somehow. I’m not sure of how many exist.

I don’t think anyone actually died from the beast.

I think they were just… punished. Horribly, terribly punished. And I wasn’t.



Some of the people in my apartment don’t agree with me. They say the people who aren’t mad are still punished even worse then the others. They say that because they feel horribly bad for themselves and want their lives to seem the worst so that they have reason to complain.

They don’t have reason to complain. At all. Their lives are so much better than the beastlings on the street. They never realize it.

But I do.

I am the only one ever going outside, ever.

And they know it.

And they understand that if I want to, I could always stop delivering them food and water and toilet paper.

They would die.

And I would live.

It’s just the way it works.

They certainly don’t like it.

I’m just the only one who knows the rumors aren’t true.

The Beast is long gone.

It has finished its work.

We have nothing to worry about.

That is what I think.



They think that the Beast has nothing better to do than sit around making sure the rest of the un-mad humans in my town never leave.

Are you kidding me?

It has much better things to do.

Such as destroy the rest of America.

Then the rest of the world.

I tell this to them, but they don’t believe me.

They would rather believe that the Beast wants them personally to starve to death. This is either really kind, because their minds are refusing to believe that the Beast is going to destroy the rest of the world, or it’s horribly self-oriented. They think that they are the problem.

Right.

Because something as powerful as the Beast wants to spend its time making sure a bunch of scared middle age house-bound people die.



They won’t be depending on me for long. They won’t be able to.

Because they are right about one thing.

The Beast is still here in the city.

But it can’t be for long.



We are moving on.



Chapter Two

Them



“Whatever happens on planet earth,” my dad said to me two years ago, “I will always be there to save it.”

I had smiled then, but now I know that things change. The dad I had once known is long gone. He is somewhere out on the streets, a beastling, as the girl living upstairs calls them.

There’s no point on believing in, depending on anyone now. The days where I could just count on my dad’s company to keep us going are long gone. My dad’s company is long gone. My dad is long gone.

Me and my mom are living in her apartment, what she had moved into before the divorce. My dad’s house has disappeared, literally. It was one of those mansions built on a different plane. A parallel universe house. That was one of the things my dad’s company invented. They made the new universe and built a house in it- complete with garden and yard. The amount of room on Earth was quickly disappearing- everyone with money lived in a different universe, sleeping there and living on Earth. All our food was being made in a different universe. Now no one knows if food is being made at all. The system crashed, and at least half the parallels disappeared, the people in them along with it.

It was nighttime, and everyone was sleeping in their houses.

There were about 50 million parallels. Half of those were farms.

If you can’t do the math, 25 million families disappeared.

And 25 million multiplied by a zillion slices of bread will never be eaten.

The poor people are left alone on earth, depending on the kid upstairs to bring them food and water and toilet paper. At least that’s what it’s like in our apartment. I have no idea how everyone else in the world lives.

I don’t think anyone else cares, but all I’ve been thinking about recently is where I am going from here. No one else cares because, well, no one else cares about where I go from here. No one wants to leave in the first place. The girl upstairs has no problem telling them that they should be able to go outside now, the beast isn’t going to waste any time on them- but either no one believes her or no one wants to risk finding out.

Tuesday, April 20, 2010

Sighhh

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

well i had to get that out.

Sunday, April 18, 2010

Ally's Story

Whew the part in bold AND italics was ally's and my comment is just in bold. This is the story! Comment alternate endings!
The 2 princesses
hey guys!
so today i am going to tell you an amazing story, told to me by Olivia in play practice!

ahem. Once upon a time, there were 2 princesses who were twins. They were named Ally and Olivia. everywhere they went, people thought they were sisters, which was reasonable, because they were. One day they met a fairy named Adriana. Then they met a dragon named- That was as far as we got, cause Livvy had to go on stage. ADD YOUR OWN ENDING! it will be a contest! ill give the winner a something. YAY!

Bibi
luv, ally


1 comments:
Olivia Salomon said...
I believe the dragons name was either Vivien, Viktor, or Malama, because they were onstage and that was what i was looking at. Hmmm, we met a fairy named sir andrew aguecheek. We got rid of him, cuz he was kinda.... interesting. After that we met a dragon named Vivien/Viktor/Malama and fought him to the death (!!!) and stole his loot of.... um... root beer! We then took his varsity jacket and ran away with it and the root beer, spinning in drunken circles so as to get dizzy. A magical person named amy was there and so i told her "DONT SAY IT" and then she said "the holy..." and we cut her off with a string of giggles.
"No, I'm pro-bosom," Says Malama, who isnt a dragon anymore (I dont think he ever was, actually) and we were like "WHAAAAT"
We then went to play scrabble in his chamber (NOT malamas) I dont know where adri was............
(SEE HOW I WORKED IN LIKE ALL OF THE INSIDE JOKES IN THERE!)

Thursday, April 15, 2010

Sigh/Giggle/Gasp

I am the only person in the world who actually SAYS those words. (Well, not as much giggle, but it's happened.) Apparently saying "Sigh" out loud instead of actually sighing is slightly crazy. Well, deal with it. It is a habit.
Sigh.
Gasp!
Giggle.
Well, like I said, I've never actually said giggle.
It's kind of weird to actually gasp out loud- it sounds like you are suffocating or something, and is gasping for breath. I solve that problem by just SAYING the word "gasp." And sighing is the same thing, but in reverse- exhaling really extremely instead of inhaling. It sounds weird!
See, it has its benefits as well as its psychotic-ness.

Yaaaa.....

(sigh)

Sunday, April 11, 2010

8 hours of driving for 4 hours of fun

NYC. American Girl Store. TIM BURTON EXHIBET! WHOOOO THANK YOU SECURITY GUARD FOR LETTING US IN WITHOUT TICKETS! Cannolis. Italian Food in little Italy. Walking through china town, driving past Harlem. Catching the downtown train. SUBWAYS. For the first time for Kayla, and she looovvved it. "No i don't want to sit down," and then in the phone, to her mom "I went on a SUBWAY, mom," Repeat: American Girl Doll Store. Can you say "obsessive?" They got their dolls hair done at a salon. A SALON.

If you didn't get that whole list thing, summary: Yesterday my family woke up and decided we were going to the city and bringing Kayla Markwardt (my sister's friend) along to go to the American Girl Store. My dad and I (well i, but he had to come too) decided to try to get into the Tim Burton exhibit even though we knew it was sold out, and the girl looked at our desperate, pleading faces and said "Just you two?" Nod ... Glances around "Okay, go in" So we walked into the skeleton's mouth and saw my idol (well his work)!!!!!! He worked at Disney for a year, did you know that? Do you care? Anyway, then we caught up with them at the store and watched the dolls get their hair done and learned beauty secrets for the dolls hair. We ate dinner in little Italy. (via the subway)Then we drove back home and we got there at around 1:00.

And now break is almost over and there will be no more spontaneous NYC trips. :(

The Post About The Post That I Promised I Would Write (See Sophia's Blog)

Sophia, my friend and author of the blog Sophie Next Door (It's over on my blogroll. Clicky! <-Copyright Jessie) told all her blog followers to look at my blog. I feel really special because the only other person she made a "Blogroll Edition" for is the Amazing Jessie, who is a fantabulous writer specializing in well-written randomness. So everyone that follows my blog but not Sophie's, go and follow hers! She is awesome and uses totaly rocking (Viv I don't care that you said I can't say that, Rockin' is the new Beast) anyways she uses totaly rocking japenese smileys. (i.e. ^^ or (^_^) or ~_~ or :3 Aren't they cute!!! See how that's not a question it's a statement? That means it's true and you need to follow her (but don't be a stalker.)

I'm all for the Copyrights today, aren't I? THAT WAS A RETORICAL QUESTION, you people that take everything literally. That last one was from Ally, at allyactress.blogspot.com She's on my blogroll to, in addition to everyone else you should follow (Except maybe Ethel and Us, that would be pretty stalker ish seeing as its my cousin, not your cousin. So don't even click on that one. Everyone else though, you should follow. Even Mr. Pritz's and Ms. Lory-Moran and Ms. Cernera's because then you will get all the homework! (Exciting, right? RETORICAL QUESTION.)

Yea bye.

Friday, April 9, 2010

Todayyyyy was the Greatest (ps what song IS that?)

Today and yesterday were AWESOME days. I actually had friends over, which doesn't happen often for me. Yesterday was kinda out of the blue, "Can I come over" instead of "Do you want to come over" which always cracks me up in a good way. Elora and Sophie ended up walking over, once I listed all my reasons for NOT being able to walk over, and once they realized that Anna was biking over and they were being lazy sissys. (Don't call me a lazy sissy because, honestly, I would've gotten lost if I tried to go to either of their houses. Fail, I know, but true) Anyway, we tried to come up with ideas for our next community summer play, but we kinda failed. Anyone have any good story twist ideas for Snow White? Not just Snow White, we aren't picky. I would settle for Hansel and Grethel or anything, really.

And today I had Ally over and we watched Pride and Prejudace and I managed not to make too many comments on it that would give everything away. If you haven't seen Pride and Prejudace, you need to see it because me, your royal Blogger demands it of you. I've seen it so many times that I can quote pretty much any part of it.
For example, in response you my lack of RESPONDERS I would say, "Now I've commented on the ball, you ought to remark on the size of the room or the number of people," which means that I've been talking, now you ought to try and keep the conversation going, or at least start a conversation in the first place.

Thursday, April 8, 2010

Zee's Writing Class

I Still Have Everything You Gave Me

The closet- full of the stuff I didn't want to get rid of. Too lazy to, I guess. It's full of junk in there, it's only junk.

Junk piked on top of each other in a mess of colors and textures. Cleaning it out would mean sorting through everything. No, it would mean more than that, I would have to throw things out also. And to do that I would have to bring a garbage can up here- no, a garbage TRUCK.

I still have everything you gave me. How long have I held on to it all? I don't know, really. Too long.

It's too much stuff, everything you gave me.

And when it is combined with all the other worthless gifts I've gotten, do you think the pile shrinks?

Yeah, no, it growns. Multiplies. Exponentialy. The more stuff you have, the less you give away. You know what that graph would look? It would go from a horizontal line to a vertical one in an inch. Zero to sixty in a few seconds. All the space in my closet, wasted. Do you know what I could've put in there? Anything. That closet had potential. You ruined it, leaving me boxes of junk.You filled it to the brim so now nothing new and good could sneak in. It's full now, never to hold a fancy dress or even a bathrobe.

But I still have it, I still have everything you gave me.

It's too much.

It's too much stuff.


What is this a giant metaphor for????? COMMENT IT ON!!!! Come on people, no one is responding!!!
ps. I wrote this in Zee's writing class at the library, it's fiction, btw.

Wednesday, April 7, 2010

A Poem about a Chicken Eating a Starfish

this is my poem about a chicken eating a starfish. I got a little carried away, i think.(its like 10 stanzas or something)Hope you like it!


A chicken.
Out of place on the
sandy floor.
The beach streching around him,
water
washing up debries:

shells,
seeweed,
starfish.

A chicken
He lifts his head at the pasing people on the shore.
They are looking
at him.
What is a chicken doing on the beach?
Where does he live?
What does he eat?

Shells
Seeweed
Starfish

No.
A chicken cannot eat shells.
He might
but wouldn't like to
eat seeweed,
and who would
ever
eat a starfish?

A chicken.
He walks up to the shells.
He walks up to the seeweed.
He walks up to the starfish.

He pokes his head
into a shell,
comes up with nothing.

The seeweed tastes good,
but is soon gone

He tried to eat the starfish too.
Bumpy.
Slimy.
And hard to fit in his beak.

It doesn't even taste good.
Not like the seeweed.
A starfish
is not something a chicken
can eat.

Tuesday, April 6, 2010

No Responses?

I love stories! I posted a story that someone else told me, and I said at the end, to tell me what you remember from a young(er) age. No one said anything! It doesn't have to be embarrassing, necessarily, but funny is preferable.

If you missed the post,

Speaking of Memorable Childhood Moments....
.... well I know that YOU weren't speaking of childhood moments, but Jaquie (my moms friend) and my mom and I were, last night. We thought it was weird how some things stick with you all your life for NO reason whatsoever. For instance, Jaquie says she remembers this time when she was like 13 or fourteen and she went through this giant growth spurt. She went from kid height to what she is now (pretty tall) in like six months, and was crazy skinny because that what happens with growth spurts. (though it hasn't worked for me... haha) Anyway, her tennis teacher told her that she needed to get new shorts because the ones she had gotten were too short. They weren't last year, so how was she supposed to know? She remembers being crazy embarrassed that her tennis teacher had been checking out her legs. He probably wasn't even, but she was 13 so yeah. She was so embarrassed and it stuck with her for the rest of her life.

So yea I just wanted to share that with you. Do you have any embarrassing moments that you don't even care about anymore, but they stuck with you? Tell!


Come on post some embarrassing stories!

For The Non-Ally's out there...

If you are getting tired of the contest posts, and want to see my posts that actually matter, scroll down and click "Older Posts." They aren't actually older, it's just the contest takes up a ton of space and blocked them out.

A fan page for someone you've never heard of

Well, this one was pretty easy.

A fan page for someone I've never heard of- http://www.kingsofconvenience.org/

What is that? Is it a person? A band? It sounds kinda like a name for a grocery store....

A poem about a... wait never mind.

I decided that the next one, "A poem (you can write one yourself) about a chicken eating a starfish," was a little to complicated since it involved actually doing work as opposed to googling something. Soooooo this is a wikipedia article about a hobo convention.
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/National_Hobo_Convention

There were multiple, but I chose this one because it seemed the most direct, being called "National Hobo Convention" and all. Enjoy reading about the hobo convention- which, by the way, is held in the town Britt, Iowa, if you are ever in the neighborhood on the second weekend in August and are a hobo.

A video of a father failing

The second item on Ally's list- a video of a father failing. the first thing I thought of was that McDonald's commercial of the... well... father failing.

A VIDEO OF A FATHER FAILING- MCDONALDS MOM VS DAD
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iQwbReKEvwU

A picture of a dog pretending to be a bunny

Okay, the first item on the list, a dog pretending to be a bunny.
I'm posting two- Comment which one is your favorite. The second one is a little more creative. I didn't search "dog in bunny outfit", I had to search "Dog jumping"



Actress Ally Who Likes Pink Made a Contest!

I am participating in the contest Ally made on her blog, actessally.blogspot.com

Restating the requirements:

Find, and post on your blog:


A picture of a dog pretending to be a bunny
A video of a father failing
A poem (you can write one yourself) about a chicken eating a starfish
A wikipedia article about the hobo convention
A fan page for someone you've never heard of


Okay, I hope I win. I wonder what the prize is... It better not be bragging rights. That's the stupidest prize ever. It's not even edible!

Oh and I'm about to post the rules on my sidebar as well.

Monday, April 5, 2010

Pictures of My Very Emma-ish Sister.






This is my sister splashing in the mud, the next one was a total accident. She was walking past me and I took a picture and she happened to be looking like that. (This was from yesterday, btw, at the community center.) My sister is so cute, look at this one, she is making a total "Emma" face.

Water Park

Today we are going to the Greek Peak Water Park with our closest family-friends, the Sheimans. I am not really looking forward to it much because while Emma's best friends are in that family, and Ben's too, there is no one for me to hang out with. Except for Ivy, Ivy is AWESOME. Then again, she's like 7.

Saturday, April 3, 2010

Cold

It's really cold anywhere but where we live- in the hollow. We tried to have a picnic at Mayer's Point, but it was sooo cold and windy so we just ended up having it in our backyard :)
We got Wegmans wings of life salads and made hummus and got brie cheese and etc. YUMMMMMM

I ♥ FOOD

Ellis Hollow Community Center

Ack I might have to go to the community center later today. I hate going there when there is no pool and I don't know if anyone will be there. I also don't like playing tennis, which is what we are planning on doing. ickkk. Come if you happen to be around Genung road and want to see me!

Speaking of Memorable Childhood Moments....

.... well I know that YOU weren't speaking of childhood moments, but Jaquie (my moms friend) and my mom and I were, last night. We thought it was weird how some things stick with you all your life for NO reason whatsoever. For instance, Jaquie says she remembers this time when she was like 13 or fourteen and she went through this giant growth spurt. She went from kid height to what she is now (pretty tall) in like six months, and was crazy skinny because that what happens with growth spurts. (though it hasn't worked for me... haha) Anyway, her tennis teacher told her that she needed to get new shorts because the ones she had gotten were too short. They weren't last year, so how was she supposed to know? She remembers being crazy embarrassed that her tennis teacher had been checking out her legs. He probably wasn't even, but she was 13 so yeah. She was so embarrassed and it stuck with her for the rest of her life.

So yea I just wanted to share that with you. Do you have any embarrassing moments that you don't even care about anymore, but they stuck with you? Tell!

Friday, April 2, 2010

Dinner

My family better get back from Viva soon I'm hungry.

See, I am feeling sick so I didn't go, I just got them to bring me back a Taqueria Super Burrito With Chicken because I'm not puke sick just cold. But they are taking forever and I want my Taqueria Super Burrito With Chicken!!!! I don't think they'll be back for awhile though because its easter Weekend for the college students and there's a wait and maybe they are finishing now..... now...... now..... maybe they will walk into the house with my food now.
I can just picture it.
"Have you been on the computer the whole time?"
"Not the whole time," (I got up a few times to get a tissue)
"Who have you been chatting with?"
"..."
"Get off the computer you've been on it all day."
"No I was at school." (though i did manage to go on the computer an awful lot today, even at school)
"Come and eat your Taqueria Super Burrito With Chicken."
"Can I go on Webkinz, mommy?" <- my sister

Maybe I dont want them to come home actually.

Random Fact

I have a playlist titled "Songs That Make Me Happy When I Pretend To Sing Along To Them."

This is the playlist-

Beautiful Day- U2
Dirty Day- U2
The First Time- U2
I'll Go Crazy If I Don't Go Crazy Tonight- U2 (are you sensing a trend?)
Losing My Religion- REM
Miracle Drug- U2
No Line On The Horizon- U2
One- U2
Silver and Gold- U2
Tryin' To Throw Your Arms Around The World- U2
Van Dieman's Land- U2
Who's Gonna Ride Your Wild Horses- U2
2+2=5 (The Lukewarm)- Radio Head

Break!!!

APRIL BREAK!!! WHOOO!
I am soooo looking forward to this! I was feeling HORRIBLE in school today, my throat and my nose, and hopefully I will sleep it off.
Elora, Sophie, and Anna need to come over this week so we can start planning for Snow White! (I like my idea so far, but it's a little dark. Too much... death.) We need to come up with a good twist for it, so that we can send out the email. Hmmm.... I should start to send out the email soon....
And Ally needs to come over too! We need to watch Pride and Prejudice and Across the Universe.

I ♥ Break!!! <-- See Jessie I figured out to make a heart! It's Alt+3. :)

Owen (Is sitting next to me)

I think it is still addicting. Now I am writing a post about a post. Study hall is over in 10 minutes and I don't want to go back but I'm getting bored posting random things on blogger.

Amy (is sitting next to me)

Now I'm in the library wondering if Blogger is obsessive, because I was kinda on like last period, which is weird, especially since I'm at school.

English Class

I finished my portfolio! And now I'm in english class, in the library on the computer pretending to work on my 16th piece.
What is wrong with blogger? It is not 9:00 right now, it's more like 12:00!!!
Yea no comment but annyyyway.
Oh right isn't it on like california time or something? Whyyyy?

Thursday, April 1, 2010

Ya know those things?
I guess I'm going to have to be more specifIc.
Those things, those ideas in which you imagine an event and how you respond?
I had one of those recently.
They're so awesome!
You are like a superhero- you can do anything, say anything and since it's not real time you can come up with the best comebacks ever.
I make some pretty excellant comebacks when I am not under pressure. But none of them count unless you CAN make them up on the spot, which I can't.

In this imagination idea thing, I completed yelling at this person who was making fun of this other person (something I did actually do, but not a rude as I was now picturing it to be)

~ pause for a concerning question ~
Does this happen to anyone else, this whole replaying situations differently in your head? I'm not going crazy, right?


Return to story.

It was very exciting- it ended with both of us in the councelers office because the other person had told on me or something (that's another thing, you can make the other person as snobby as you feel like) and then I was screaming at the counceler that I apologize for sticking up for someone- I didn't realize that our school supported people walking all over each other, and I would do better next time.
I would never be that rude in real life.

Those made up situations kinda make you want them to actually happen.
They make you think you could think up those comebacks on the spot, and that you could be that rude in real life.

They're a little scary, actually.

Comment

I posted comment on Owen's blog, the post "Technology" and here it is: The thing that I am agreeing with is the whole idea of unresponsiveness, I guess.

"Yeah, my mom always says when she sees my friends texting while surrounded by friends "who are you talking to?" That is such a great question. I mean, really, who is more important than the people you are surrounded with? They are the only ones who actually know you- how can you tell what someone is thinking by a lol or ily. What if they aren't laughing out loud? What if they don't love you? I swear we are going to forget the difference between talking and talking with emotion- texting is even worse than phones."

Why do we always need to have a cell phone or a computer or an ipod with us at all times? Our attention span is getting shorter and shorter- it is shown everywhere, the tv's in cars (I mean, what the heck? Who needs to watch a movie to go to P&C?)the songs are all getting shorter. We now think a 4 minute song is kinda long. Every time I think of a futuristic story idea, one of my details would be the song's length. We will go to songs about 30 seconds long. Maybe that's too long, actually. One, Two, Three, Four, Five, yea I'm only 1/6 of the way there and I've wasted 5 seconds.

What is this whole thing about? Being cool? Having things the older kids have? Eventually it will get passed down all the way, until if you don't have an iphone in pre-k you aren't cool, and then we will invent something that makes you born with them. (reference from: Skinned, Feed, and a little bit Gone/Hunger with the whole little kids doing bigger things.)

If that was too many references for you, you need to read more.

Inside Jokes

I have decided that before I try to give up Twelfth Night I will make a list of all of the terrific inside jokes that we came up with.
If you weren't in Twelfth Night and you hate not knowing why the jokes are funny, good for you.

-"What are you doing in his chamber?"
"Uh.... we were..... playing scrabble... but Adri and ^lsdjfskjd^.... I'm not so sure...."

-I miss my varsity jacket

-DON'T SAY IT!!!

-Fix your collar.

-Come by and by to my loker

-"I could marry the lady for this device!"
"That's the idea, sweetheart."

-My name is..... Mrs. Toby Belch :)

-"How many cups of root beer have you drunk?" *looks sheepish*

-I still miss my varsity jacket.

-"I LOVE your hoop skirt. Have I mentioned how much I love your hoop skirt?"

-"I know my soul is in heaven, fool!"

-"Holy.... "

-"No, I'm pro-bussom."

-"I'm NOT pro-turkeycock."

Sigh.... I could probably go on, but it is a long and boring list if you weren't there.

A Post About Life As We Know It

Portfolio due tomorow!!! CRAP!
I wonder how many times I've gone through what I still need to do.
I wonder, actually how many times I will check that I have every piece.
I do, I do!!
I think...

This quarter went so fast! I mean, portfolios are due already, next thing you know Art will be over.
I will miss Art.
Sigh.
All those disses that make no sense.
"That looks like an umbrella."
"Tommy looks like an umbrella."
"Tommy wishes he looked like an umbrella, at least they're skinny."
"Hey!"
"Four feet away, stay out of our lives."

And you wonder why they didn't cut Art sooner...

BUT they better not cut drama!!! I will personaly kill everyone who works at that place (I forgot it's name) where they make all the paper money (not the mint, thats coins) and sneak all of that money ito New York- more specificaly Ithaca. More specifically, Ithaca City School District. More specificaly... well you get the idea.
Those performances are all I have!
Hey- I know its pathetic but really, that is what I do during the school year.
You can't spend ALL of your time on the computer, you know.

-Mrs. Toby Belch <-- still, I need to give that up.


Sorry for spelling errors, I didn't do spell check. Deal with it.

Cutting the Ribbon

Blogger is so cool. I have officially decided this, which makes it official. I just went from Owen to Sophia to Jessie in 10 minutes- a long time in computer years but really in the scheme of things well worth discovering the geniuses of my school.


I spent like twenty minutes looking for my rainbow/peace notebook to write this in (everything needs a rough draft, right?) and I finaly found it underneath my clock, which was blinking because of the random power outage this morning.

I hate power outages because of the whole blinking alarm clock thing- you only realize right before you go to sleep that you aren't going to wake up because your alarm won't go off because if has the wrong number because it is blinking. You have two choices at that point: a) get out from under the covers and reset it or b) pretend you forgot and get an extra five minutes of sleep in the morning.
I usually pick option a because ialways feel really guilty, but I don't know.... I might pretend to forget tonight.


Proud moment of the day:
Amy (to Melanie): You're so fat.
*gestures to wrap*
Melanie: What, you had one too.
Amy: Yeah, but only half of Eloras.
Me: Yeah, isn't Melanie fat? Look she's actually eating lunch!
*table smiles*

I would feel happy about that if it wasn't so sad in the first place. Haha. Not.

~Mrs. Toby Belch
Hahahahaha
How much longer am I going to hold on to that?