So.
I've realized that in the past like, dozen posts, I've had nothing really to say. Nothing comical, witty, or otherwise. Except boring.
Maybe that's because life is boring? Sigh. I don't know.
So, I'm trying to get back on my game here. I don't want to disappoint, here. Or there. Or on bus, or on a plane, I will not eat them, Sam I am, I will not eat Greens Eggs and Ham!
Umm. Yeah. Sorry. Dr. Seuss tends to slip out every once in a while.
ANYWAYS. So, I'm totally bummed, because my dad went to CALIFORNIA, WITHOUT ME, and is staying a flipping MONTH, WITHOUT ME, IN OCEANSIDE, WITHOUT ME... but he took our internet hookup with him. How am I writing this, you ask? Ahaha, my friend, I have snuck upstairs and onto my grandma's fatty computer. (Okay, it's not fatty, I just can't get used to the normal keyboard. IT'S SO LOUD! Tap-tap-tap-tap... AHH! It's driving me insane!)
Yeah. It kind of scares me up here. Sort of. I don't know why. Maybe it's my grandma's breathing machine thing she uses at night for sleep-apnea or something. It sounds like Darth Vader. Actually, it's kind of funny. I just wish I could use my laptop downstairs again, with Diego sitting on my arms, rendering me pretty much useless.
So, it looks like if I want to do any worthwhile internet using (not that this isn't worthwhile! NO no no! That's not what I meant! Don't get upset, blogger.com. That's so not how I meant it. I meant spending an hour just browsing through stupid stuff, wasting time away on Facebook and MLIA... THAT'S what I meant. Time consuming, not worthwhile), it's gonna be stealing the free-wifi at Barnes and Noble. Which is always very dangerous. Especially seeing as I need sequels/third, fourth, whatever, to about four different books at the time being. Well, it's so many more than that, but there are only four that I've read in the last week that are still fresh in my mind.
Yeah, I have this nasty habit now not being able to read a book in more than one sitting. In other words, I start a book at nine, and stay up until four in the morning until it's finished. And seeing how I've done that the past four nights (yes, meaning four books, hence my previous comments^^^), I'm kinda tired. And in a serious lack of literature.
Sigh.
Where's my Dr. Seuss...
3.13.2010
3.06.2010
Best Dance Ever
I think I should stick to writing, not modeling for book trailers. Especially of my own works.
Sooooo... I'm so done with pictures. I don't ever want to take one with Brian again, haha. Apparently we took over 900 today. UGH.
But it was fun. Thanks, Lauren! And all those who participated. Love youuuuuus.
So, after all of the exhaustion of that today, we (the amazing Kerr 133 girls... whom I love dearly... and they know that... and some other kids from their FHE group and Kyle and Lauren and Brian) went to a special needs dance. Yeah, where they brought all these people with disabilities- ranging from like 15 to upper adult- and let them party with those of us who would enjoy hanging with them. Let me just say, amazing experience. (Although I did get rejected by a guy named Jacob when I asked him to dance. Sob. True story, haha.) It was really cool. Especially Nan and Taylor, who were pulling in every "special needs" into our circle, asking the questions, and Taylor's favorite line of the night: "Yeah, I saw you dancing it up over there earlier. You've got some moves!" (or something along those lines). I was so amazed by the two of them. I, being my sort of anti-social self, didn't really ask any of them to dance, just because I don't really talk to strangers well.
And, yes, I'm pathetic, and slow-dancing is one thing I dread more than anything, because it's SO DANG AWKWARD. Especially with "special needs," because I can never gage just how out of it they are (excuse my improper terms), and I don't want to offend them by just assuming that they don't understand stuff or whatever... you know what I mean? It makes me nervous. Especially when I couldn't tell if some of the people there were just socially awkward or considered a "special need." I sincerely hope I didn't mis-label anyone. Which makes me also think... did anyone think IIIIII was a "special need?" (I really hate that term: "special needs." Bad.)
But just standing sort of in the shadows for a few moments, just WATCHING everything that was going on, seeing people who were being so selfless and KIND with these people... it was amazing. I wish I was that good of a person. Definitely something to strive for.
Um... yeah. Like after every dance, however, I've got a headache from Hades. It's totally turning into migraine-status, meaning light and sound KILLLLLLLLLL. Also, like after every other dance, I'm exhausted and my feet hurt. In combination with the fact that I didn't fall asleep until 6:30 this morning, due to the fact that I had caffeine and I was sleeping on a lousy couch with my thin little Batman blanket (YUUUUUS), then got up at 9... yeah, I'm totally exhausted. SLEEP... I need sleep...
Sooooo... I'm so done with pictures. I don't ever want to take one with Brian again, haha. Apparently we took over 900 today. UGH.
But it was fun. Thanks, Lauren! And all those who participated. Love youuuuuus.
So, after all of the exhaustion of that today, we (the amazing Kerr 133 girls... whom I love dearly... and they know that... and some other kids from their FHE group and Kyle and Lauren and Brian) went to a special needs dance. Yeah, where they brought all these people with disabilities- ranging from like 15 to upper adult- and let them party with those of us who would enjoy hanging with them. Let me just say, amazing experience. (Although I did get rejected by a guy named Jacob when I asked him to dance. Sob. True story, haha.) It was really cool. Especially Nan and Taylor, who were pulling in every "special needs" into our circle, asking the questions, and Taylor's favorite line of the night: "Yeah, I saw you dancing it up over there earlier. You've got some moves!" (or something along those lines). I was so amazed by the two of them. I, being my sort of anti-social self, didn't really ask any of them to dance, just because I don't really talk to strangers well.
And, yes, I'm pathetic, and slow-dancing is one thing I dread more than anything, because it's SO DANG AWKWARD. Especially with "special needs," because I can never gage just how out of it they are (excuse my improper terms), and I don't want to offend them by just assuming that they don't understand stuff or whatever... you know what I mean? It makes me nervous. Especially when I couldn't tell if some of the people there were just socially awkward or considered a "special need." I sincerely hope I didn't mis-label anyone. Which makes me also think... did anyone think IIIIII was a "special need?" (I really hate that term: "special needs." Bad.)
But just standing sort of in the shadows for a few moments, just WATCHING everything that was going on, seeing people who were being so selfless and KIND with these people... it was amazing. I wish I was that good of a person. Definitely something to strive for.
Um... yeah. Like after every dance, however, I've got a headache from Hades. It's totally turning into migraine-status, meaning light and sound KILLLLLLLLLL. Also, like after every other dance, I'm exhausted and my feet hurt. In combination with the fact that I didn't fall asleep until 6:30 this morning, due to the fact that I had caffeine and I was sleeping on a lousy couch with my thin little Batman blanket (YUUUUUS), then got up at 9... yeah, I'm totally exhausted. SLEEP... I need sleep...
2.24.2010
"The writer who breeds more word than he needs, makes it a chore for the reader who reads."
Sometimes, i think I'm obsessed. Most times, I know it.
With what?
Writing.
It's my pride and joy, my writing. Lame? Maybe. But it's my skill, my hobby, and what I want to do with my life.
First clue that I'm obsessed: Um, I dream in writing. No joke.
The process of my sleep:
1. As soon as I turn my light out to go to sleep, brainstorming time starts. This started as a result of the fact that I used to insomnia like non-other, and what else was there to do while staring at the dark ceiling for hours on end? Now, it's habit, and it's the best time I have to brain storm.
2. Because I fell asleep brainstorming, whatever I was thinking about goes crazy, making freaking WEIRD dreams.
3. During these dreams, I think: "HEY! THIS WOULD MAKE A GOOD STORY!" so I stop my dreaming, and maybe myself dream it again, narrating it.
Second clue that I'm obsessed? Half the time, I dream of my computer screen. Pulled up to Word.
Yeah. I'm that weird.
Did you hear? I finished my first book!!! WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOT!!!!!!!!! Officially 120 pages, 627 KB, entitled Let It Be.
YAYAYAYAYAYAYAY!!!
Can we expect more in the future? You betcha!
With what?
Writing.
It's my pride and joy, my writing. Lame? Maybe. But it's my skill, my hobby, and what I want to do with my life.
First clue that I'm obsessed: Um, I dream in writing. No joke.
The process of my sleep:
1. As soon as I turn my light out to go to sleep, brainstorming time starts. This started as a result of the fact that I used to insomnia like non-other, and what else was there to do while staring at the dark ceiling for hours on end? Now, it's habit, and it's the best time I have to brain storm.
2. Because I fell asleep brainstorming, whatever I was thinking about goes crazy, making freaking WEIRD dreams.
3. During these dreams, I think: "HEY! THIS WOULD MAKE A GOOD STORY!" so I stop my dreaming, and maybe myself dream it again, narrating it.
Second clue that I'm obsessed? Half the time, I dream of my computer screen. Pulled up to Word.
Yeah. I'm that weird.
Did you hear? I finished my first book!!! WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOT!!!!!!!!! Officially 120 pages, 627 KB, entitled Let It Be.
YAYAYAYAYAYAYAY!!!
Can we expect more in the future? You betcha!
100th POST!
So, today I saw this kid roller skating while texting, in the rain. I kept waiting for him to wipe out, but he didn't.
Needless to say, I was pretty darn impressed.
Needless to say, I was pretty darn impressed.
Sir Larry, GET BACK HERE!
So, last night, I was watching Harry Potter. Because it's cool.
So I was at the part where Nearly Headless Nick comes by, saying "I prefer Sir Nicholas," in his pompous way, and I was like, "Sir Nick, Sir Nick, why does that sound familiar?" Well, there's SAINT Nick, like, Jolly Odl St. Nicolas," but that wasn't it.
Then I remembered: SIR LARRY! I haven't thought about Sir Larry in MONTHS. And then I felt terrible, like I was losing all my temecula memories. If I haven't thought about SIR LARRY, who and what else haven't I thought about?
Who is Sir Larry? Well, that would by my neighbors cat, of course. Psh. One of the coolest cats ever. Okay, not really, but I thought the name was cool. Because i came up with it, of course.
Sigh.
I miss my Temecula friends.
So I was at the part where Nearly Headless Nick comes by, saying "I prefer Sir Nicholas," in his pompous way, and I was like, "Sir Nick, Sir Nick, why does that sound familiar?" Well, there's SAINT Nick, like, Jolly Odl St. Nicolas," but that wasn't it.
Then I remembered: SIR LARRY! I haven't thought about Sir Larry in MONTHS. And then I felt terrible, like I was losing all my temecula memories. If I haven't thought about SIR LARRY, who and what else haven't I thought about?
Who is Sir Larry? Well, that would by my neighbors cat, of course. Psh. One of the coolest cats ever. Okay, not really, but I thought the name was cool. Because i came up with it, of course.
Sigh.
I miss my Temecula friends.
2.16.2010
Loserish Blog
Check it out... I haven't posted in a super long time...
Sorry. Life has been busy. And not busy. But crazy.
Life often gets in the way of good life. Good life includes blogging. Therefore, life often gets in the way of blogging.
I can't even rememeber what I was going to say.
Something about English Muffins and how they are so dang delicious... well, let's go with that.
One of my favorite foods is nothing but an Enligsh Muffin. Oh, well, um... One of my favorite foods is nothing but an Enlgish Muffin with butter. I think this might be, subconsciously, because they are ENGLISH, and I love all things English, because that means British. I mean, if there were AMERICAN muffins, or... JAMACIAN muffins, yeah, yeah, or MADAGASCARIAN mufffins, I don't think I would like them so much.
Wow. This is a pretty loserish blog. Sorry.
Sorry. Life has been busy. And not busy. But crazy.
Life often gets in the way of good life. Good life includes blogging. Therefore, life often gets in the way of blogging.
I can't even rememeber what I was going to say.
Something about English Muffins and how they are so dang delicious... well, let's go with that.
One of my favorite foods is nothing but an Enligsh Muffin. Oh, well, um... One of my favorite foods is nothing but an Enlgish Muffin with butter. I think this might be, subconsciously, because they are ENGLISH, and I love all things English, because that means British. I mean, if there were AMERICAN muffins, or... JAMACIAN muffins, yeah, yeah, or MADAGASCARIAN mufffins, I don't think I would like them so much.
Wow. This is a pretty loserish blog. Sorry.
1.30.2010
Ode to my Donut
HOLLY EMPEY: Frosting makes the world a better place. Period.
Thursday 11:11 AM.
8 people commented/liked. That's a record for me.
But come on, it's like, sooo true.
I mean, Cake is delicious, right? And why is that? Because it's slathered in frosting. Have you ever had bad frosting? Um, no. Not possible.
Frosting make just be the most delicious thing on the whole dang planet. Even MORE delicious than Cheesecake.
Yeah, its that good.
Thursday 11:11 AM.
8 people commented/liked. That's a record for me.
But come on, it's like, sooo true.
I mean, Cake is delicious, right? And why is that? Because it's slathered in frosting. Have you ever had bad frosting? Um, no. Not possible.
Frosting make just be the most delicious thing on the whole dang planet. Even MORE delicious than Cheesecake.
Yeah, its that good.
1.28.2010
1.27.2010
Gnomes
You might ask why I love garden gnomes. I would ask you why your face is so ugly. There is only one reason needed to love a garden gnome: they’re flippin awesome
I mean, come on. With the pointy hats and rosy cheeks and rustic clothing, garden gnomes are the epitome of cheerfulness. And adorableness. Usually flanked by frogs or hoses or snails, they’re friendly and inviting to all creatures, big, small, and inanimate.
Some may say that garden gnomes are creepy. I say some people should go curl up in a hole and die. Okay, granted, I once did buy a garden gnome for my friend's thirteenth birthday or something, and it was one of those “Paint it yourself!” things, so the eyes were empty and soulless. That particular gnome was creepy. However, it was debatably a lawn gnome, which is vastly different.
On my gravestone, I don’t want bouquets of flowers or balloons, I want a flipping garden gnome.
I mean, come on. With the pointy hats and rosy cheeks and rustic clothing, garden gnomes are the epitome of cheerfulness. And adorableness. Usually flanked by frogs or hoses or snails, they’re friendly and inviting to all creatures, big, small, and inanimate.
Some may say that garden gnomes are creepy. I say some people should go curl up in a hole and die. Okay, granted, I once did buy a garden gnome for my friend's thirteenth birthday or something, and it was one of those “Paint it yourself!” things, so the eyes were empty and soulless. That particular gnome was creepy. However, it was debatably a lawn gnome, which is vastly different.
On my gravestone, I don’t want bouquets of flowers or balloons, I want a flipping garden gnome.
Minty Fresh Sunny-D
FACT: I loathe the taste of toothpaste.
No matter what kind of mint, it's dis.gus.ting. I can't brush my teeth without gagging.
SOLUTION: Kids toothpaste! It's blue, and glittery, and it has no hint of mint whatsoever. The flavor is literally "Sparkle".
Yeah, it's that cool.
And just for the record, the "citrus" toothpaste? LIES. It's citrus/MINT. It tastes like drinking Sunny-D right after brushing your teeth with regular mint.
BAHAHA... that reminds. This one time, in seventh grade (I can hear Stephanie groaning at the thought of this story, which makes it ever better), Stephanie and I were sitting at our usual lunch table. This was arounf the time that Listerine strips were popular... and someone offered me one. Having yet to realize that those things ARE DISGUSTING, I popped one in my mouth. Result? NEARLY DIED OF DISGUST. What did I do? Took a huge gulp of Lemonade Gatorade.
As can you imagine, that had messy results. I spat it out all over our table (including my homework.)
Oh, entertaining.
No matter what kind of mint, it's dis.gus.ting. I can't brush my teeth without gagging.
SOLUTION: Kids toothpaste! It's blue, and glittery, and it has no hint of mint whatsoever. The flavor is literally "Sparkle".
Yeah, it's that cool.
And just for the record, the "citrus" toothpaste? LIES. It's citrus/MINT. It tastes like drinking Sunny-D right after brushing your teeth with regular mint.
BAHAHA... that reminds. This one time, in seventh grade (I can hear Stephanie groaning at the thought of this story, which makes it ever better), Stephanie and I were sitting at our usual lunch table. This was arounf the time that Listerine strips were popular... and someone offered me one. Having yet to realize that those things ARE DISGUSTING, I popped one in my mouth. Result? NEARLY DIED OF DISGUST. What did I do? Took a huge gulp of Lemonade Gatorade.
As can you imagine, that had messy results. I spat it out all over our table (including my homework.)
Oh, entertaining.
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