I know I promised a post on the Fair thing but I have it written down and I shall not forget it soon. I have been so snowed under busy, I haven't been able to post (Unlike my Dear friend Sam who has been much more diligent at posting than Me.) You see Sam and I entered the NaNoWriMo contest. If you haven't heard about it then let me tell you a few key points. It's a challenge against yourself to write 50,000 words in 30 days. All during the second busiest month of the year. November. I adore writing and I was already getting idea for a story so when she brought it up I jumped on the opportunity.
I had never heard of NaNo so I asked if we had to write it in a single night. Apparently saying this caused Sam to call me amazingly optimistic. This was before I knew how many words 50k was... If you've ever typed something on word pad without the word count (which is what I had done until I discovered I actually had Microsoft Word on mine) You feel like you've written a pretty good long story.... No. My last story had only been 19,000 or so. But I wasn't backing away. I was facing this dragon head on armed only with a very large stick and a laptop.
The first must in the NaNo is have a friend who is writing a story that is VERY different from yours. Like another genre different. If I hadn't of had Sam who was writing her amazing Novel 'The Other Side of Me' I would of ran slam out of ideas. I don't really know a lot about monsters so choosing to write a monster story was probably unwise. BUT I finished it all the same. If I can get it edited then it will be up for sale on Amazon.com. Please don't expect greatness... I believe in my story and characters but it doesn't mean they will achieve greatness or whatever.
If you talk to me too long I'll start talking about my characters as if they are real people. My friends have learned to ignore my little trait. They also ignore me while I'm talking aloud in my room to the wooden dummy on my shelf... Which I will admit is really loony. But I do my best thinking talking aloud and getting everything lined up.
Normally if I'm walking around outside I pull out my cellphone and try to call someone or just pretend I'm talking to someone so no one calls the mental hospital on me.
But anyway back to the NaNo! I finished my story with 59,000 words... more or less... I can't really remember the exact number. It felt great writing those two little words The End.
I will started editing my story in January so posts might come slowly and have lots of awkward pauses in the middle. So be good my lovely fans! I really hope you don't get arrested while I'm away... because let's face it. Without you Emily, I would be really bored...
Merry Christmas and a Happy New year!
Wednesday, December 26, 2012
Monday, October 29, 2012
Adventures With Yowah and Onecorn
Ok, so I've been meaning to write this down for days.. a week.. whatever. I've been busy and just really didn't feel like doing it because frankly I don't remember half of what happened that day. What I do remember is the funny parts. (This will have pictures... oh and Jess I know you just said "oh no.." in that tone you use when you know I'm about to do something insane or really stupid. lol)
So Friday about a week or two ago, I woke up to a wonderful day. Barely able to talk. Terrible head cold. The works. But that wasn't going to get me down because I was going to pick my sister's friend up. Onecorn. The next day we were going to pick Emily up and go the fair. Ok so you're probably thinking "This is about them going to the fair.." No. That is another story completely.
This is all about what Yowah and Onecorn did that night... It's amazing how many things can happen in one night.
So around 11:30 we left Hardy's and started on the 30 mile trip to the next town. My toes were freezing and I turned on the heater because smart me decided to wear flip flops and there's an air vent right over the gas pedal in the car... After a few minutes I finally started getting feeling back in my toes. That's when Yowah decides "It's getting hot in here." She reaches over and turns the air on full blast. When the cold air hit my foot I started ridding on that bumpy line on the edge of the road. I popped her hand and turned the heater back on and told her not to touch it. Of course she didn't listen so after a few minutes of fussing we turned the vent to my poor frost bitten toes off.
Once in the busy busy BUSY city we took the back roads to get to the hospital where we were meeting Onecorn. Why you may ask were we meeting her at the hospital? Oh just because her brother in law drives the coroners van! I know it's weird but I thought that was the coolest thing ever. He used to call it the "meat truck" apparently and since I don't know what else to call it and I can't be fired from the morgue I will call it the meat truck. My sister slowly started telling me about this mystical "Sam" who drives the meat truck... I wanted to meet him. But Onecorn said no. So we are sitting in the parking lot to the health clinic and texting her. She said "I'll be there in a few minutes." so we wait. And wait.... and wait... finally she asked where we were. Instead of being normal and noting all the pregnant woman walking around, we both told her "By a tree". It wasn't even a big tree. It was a tiny, shrimpy little twig tree. You couldn't see it with a magnify glass. She texts back That we are in Mississippi, there are a lot of trees. So Yowah tells her we are near the car park... Which isn't normal for an American to say unless you've been watching Way to much Doctor Who and Sherlock... and other BBC shows... this confuses Onecorn because she watches no BBC... ever.. she doesn't like British guys for some reason. (Which, by the way Onecorn if your reading this, That is a sin) So she calls and tells Yowah that they are pulling into one of the parking lots. Right then I see this massive green truck with a lot of happy people on the side and in big blue letters says "We Deliver!" I'm sitting there like... "Uh... that's morbid don't you think?" After a few minutes of sitting there thinking "Why would they paint a meat truck like that? It's like 'Hey your uncle is dead! We'll deliver the body to the going away party!" And then it hits me, That's not the van... So Yowah gets out of the car and stands nearly in the middle of the road. Finally a white van pulls up. Onecorn is in the front seat. I wave at Sam, But the stick in the mud didn't wave back.
So everyone gets back in the car and she asks us why we didn't tell her we were surrounded by pregnant ladies... I had no answer. I was too busy laughing insanely at the big green truck cause it finally hit me, "I just thought that was a corners van."
So we start to drive home. I stop at a gas station because I'm starving and it's like 1:45. There's this blue stuff all over the sidewalk and Yowah is wanted to pick some up and eat it to see if it was cat litter... Thankfully she didn't. When we get back into the car I slam my purse into Onecorn who decided at the health clinic that she had to sit in the middle of the seat, totally blocking my rear view mirror. It's normally where I throw my purse. To get "pay back" she put on my new jacket and poked my face as I was driving.
So the car ride home was really loud and had a lot of weird conversations that I cannot remember... When we get home we only have a few minutes because we have to go and babysit my cousin Bella until our uncle came home. So we show her around. First was Yowah's rainbow room.. Lots of toys. A little kids dream room. Cept remember they are older then me. So then I show her my room... the steam punk smart kid room... with weapons in the closet... She didn't believe me so I pull out a sword. (Don't ask.) She starts playing with it, and in fear of loosing my head (Or favorite chair) I take the sword and put it back and hand her something a little less threatening... A baseball bat. Within a few minutes she had slammed it into my wall... I decided it was time to go outside... Yowah had found a hammock I had forgotten I had and I gave it to them so they would get out. They played with it a while before we had to leave to go to my Uncles.
We get there and Bella isn't home from school yet. We just sit outside by the pool. I find a dead frog in the pool and just keep poking it with a stick the whole time.... Yowah and Onecorn on the other hand played Avengers. Yowah is Captain America, Onecorn is the Hulk, I am Iron Man, and Emily is Thor. So Hulk got mad and started throwing rocks at Yowah... Not just normal rocks. That wouldn't be too interesting now would it? She threw massive rocks. Slabs of concrete that had been smashed off the side of the in ground pool by a tree. I thought it was hilarious... Then she grabbed a toilet brush and chased Yowah into the car where she locked the doors. Well apparently Hulk didn't like that so she put a trash can on the hood of the car... Which somehow set the car alarm off... Remember we are in the middle of town... it went off for like 5 minutes. Hulk came over and sat by me and we laughed at Yowah trying to figure out how to turn the alarm off. After a while she does... They return to throwing rocks and chasing each other. The car comes into the picture again... alarm goes off for the second time. Once again me and Hulk sit there and watch Yowah freak out...
After that we decided to just sit on the steps. There were some flowers on the steps and I wanted a picture of Onecorn with them so I asked her... She picked the flowers up and hugged them... This is the picture I got:
See? I wasn't lying. My friends are just that insane.
They stayed like this for a while... Till the meteor shower started at like 12am. That's when we went outside. After a few minutes Yowah went back inside and went to bed. Onecorn and I stayed up for about an hour. The shower didn't start till 1 and we were in bed by then but I did see 3. But Onecorn? She missed them. All three of them. And she was looking in the direction of them.. It was an epic fail. But that's why we love her! Giving me blog posts for years to come... Cheers! Stay tuned for my next post "A Day at the Fair" will include more pictures and more stories! ~Laters!
So Friday about a week or two ago, I woke up to a wonderful day. Barely able to talk. Terrible head cold. The works. But that wasn't going to get me down because I was going to pick my sister's friend up. Onecorn. The next day we were going to pick Emily up and go the fair. Ok so you're probably thinking "This is about them going to the fair.." No. That is another story completely.
This is all about what Yowah and Onecorn did that night... It's amazing how many things can happen in one night.
So around 11:30 we left Hardy's and started on the 30 mile trip to the next town. My toes were freezing and I turned on the heater because smart me decided to wear flip flops and there's an air vent right over the gas pedal in the car... After a few minutes I finally started getting feeling back in my toes. That's when Yowah decides "It's getting hot in here." She reaches over and turns the air on full blast. When the cold air hit my foot I started ridding on that bumpy line on the edge of the road. I popped her hand and turned the heater back on and told her not to touch it. Of course she didn't listen so after a few minutes of fussing we turned the vent to my poor frost bitten toes off.
Once in the busy busy BUSY city we took the back roads to get to the hospital where we were meeting Onecorn. Why you may ask were we meeting her at the hospital? Oh just because her brother in law drives the coroners van! I know it's weird but I thought that was the coolest thing ever. He used to call it the "meat truck" apparently and since I don't know what else to call it and I can't be fired from the morgue I will call it the meat truck. My sister slowly started telling me about this mystical "Sam" who drives the meat truck... I wanted to meet him. But Onecorn said no. So we are sitting in the parking lot to the health clinic and texting her. She said "I'll be there in a few minutes." so we wait. And wait.... and wait... finally she asked where we were. Instead of being normal and noting all the pregnant woman walking around, we both told her "By a tree". It wasn't even a big tree. It was a tiny, shrimpy little twig tree. You couldn't see it with a magnify glass. She texts back That we are in Mississippi, there are a lot of trees. So Yowah tells her we are near the car park... Which isn't normal for an American to say unless you've been watching Way to much Doctor Who and Sherlock... and other BBC shows... this confuses Onecorn because she watches no BBC... ever.. she doesn't like British guys for some reason. (Which, by the way Onecorn if your reading this, That is a sin) So she calls and tells Yowah that they are pulling into one of the parking lots. Right then I see this massive green truck with a lot of happy people on the side and in big blue letters says "We Deliver!" I'm sitting there like... "Uh... that's morbid don't you think?" After a few minutes of sitting there thinking "Why would they paint a meat truck like that? It's like 'Hey your uncle is dead! We'll deliver the body to the going away party!" And then it hits me, That's not the van... So Yowah gets out of the car and stands nearly in the middle of the road. Finally a white van pulls up. Onecorn is in the front seat. I wave at Sam, But the stick in the mud didn't wave back.
So everyone gets back in the car and she asks us why we didn't tell her we were surrounded by pregnant ladies... I had no answer. I was too busy laughing insanely at the big green truck cause it finally hit me, "I just thought that was a corners van."
So we start to drive home. I stop at a gas station because I'm starving and it's like 1:45. There's this blue stuff all over the sidewalk and Yowah is wanted to pick some up and eat it to see if it was cat litter... Thankfully she didn't. When we get back into the car I slam my purse into Onecorn who decided at the health clinic that she had to sit in the middle of the seat, totally blocking my rear view mirror. It's normally where I throw my purse. To get "pay back" she put on my new jacket and poked my face as I was driving.
So the car ride home was really loud and had a lot of weird conversations that I cannot remember... When we get home we only have a few minutes because we have to go and babysit my cousin Bella until our uncle came home. So we show her around. First was Yowah's rainbow room.. Lots of toys. A little kids dream room. Cept remember they are older then me. So then I show her my room... the steam punk smart kid room... with weapons in the closet... She didn't believe me so I pull out a sword. (Don't ask.) She starts playing with it, and in fear of loosing my head (Or favorite chair) I take the sword and put it back and hand her something a little less threatening... A baseball bat. Within a few minutes she had slammed it into my wall... I decided it was time to go outside... Yowah had found a hammock I had forgotten I had and I gave it to them so they would get out. They played with it a while before we had to leave to go to my Uncles.
We get there and Bella isn't home from school yet. We just sit outside by the pool. I find a dead frog in the pool and just keep poking it with a stick the whole time.... Yowah and Onecorn on the other hand played Avengers. Yowah is Captain America, Onecorn is the Hulk, I am Iron Man, and Emily is Thor. So Hulk got mad and started throwing rocks at Yowah... Not just normal rocks. That wouldn't be too interesting now would it? She threw massive rocks. Slabs of concrete that had been smashed off the side of the in ground pool by a tree. I thought it was hilarious... Then she grabbed a toilet brush and chased Yowah into the car where she locked the doors. Well apparently Hulk didn't like that so she put a trash can on the hood of the car... Which somehow set the car alarm off... Remember we are in the middle of town... it went off for like 5 minutes. Hulk came over and sat by me and we laughed at Yowah trying to figure out how to turn the alarm off. After a while she does... They return to throwing rocks and chasing each other. The car comes into the picture again... alarm goes off for the second time. Once again me and Hulk sit there and watch Yowah freak out...
After that we decided to just sit on the steps. There were some flowers on the steps and I wanted a picture of Onecorn with them so I asked her... She picked the flowers up and hugged them... This is the picture I got:
So when Bella finally gets there and we go inside. She goes up to change and we stay in the kitchen because she always has a snack after school. So... while we are waiting, Onecorn finds this hat thing... it's from some TV show Bells watches. So of course she puts it on.. I come back in the room and find her posing. So I snap a pic...
So I go to get Bells cause I knew she would laugh her head off if she walked in and found this happening. I leave again and come back to find her laying on the bench thing by the window looking all depressed... I dunno why, I can't remember if I even asked. But I did take another picture.
It's a tough life being Onecorn... sometimes you just gotta sit down and think about it... Bella seemed pretty amused anyway. After a few hours of Dr. Who and more strange things which I can barely remember now but I do remember her screaming and running from their cat Toby... I don't know why...
After our Uncle got home we went back home and I sent them to get food. I'm glad I didn't go because this post would take forever to write. (like it isn't already, Thanks you two) So they come home with pizza and stories about scaring little children or something like that and after eating we go our separate ways... Meaning I went into my room and locked the door to keep the crazy bat swinging peoples out and watched TV.
After our Uncle got home we went back home and I sent them to get food. I'm glad I didn't go because this post would take forever to write. (like it isn't already, Thanks you two) So they come home with pizza and stories about scaring little children or something like that and after eating we go our separate ways... Meaning I went into my room and locked the door to keep the crazy bat swinging peoples out and watched TV.
About an hour later I get a text from Yowah to come to her room. So I go in there and she asks me what I did to Onecorn. Of course I have no idea what she's talking about. I still don't. All I know is she stopped talking to Yowah. She would talk to me though... After a few minutes of sitting there not talking to Yowah they kind of went a little... crazy... They put on hats and well... Just look for yourself..
They stayed like this for a while... Till the meteor shower started at like 12am. That's when we went outside. After a few minutes Yowah went back inside and went to bed. Onecorn and I stayed up for about an hour. The shower didn't start till 1 and we were in bed by then but I did see 3. But Onecorn? She missed them. All three of them. And she was looking in the direction of them.. It was an epic fail. But that's why we love her! Giving me blog posts for years to come... Cheers! Stay tuned for my next post "A Day at the Fair" will include more pictures and more stories! ~Laters!Thursday, October 11, 2012
Adventures With Yowah! (Again!)
Whoever says nothing happens when grocery shopping is wrong. Dead Wrong. Tons of things happen to my sister and I everyday! Like what? Well...
Our drive there was normal. Nothing really weird happened besides we followed a milk truck... It had a huge cow head on the side. MASSIVE. And it was starring at me the whole time... Talk about creepy. I can see them making a moovie out of it... Oh... that was a bad joke.. I'm sorry.
We found a great parking spot near the front. I only parked there to mess with Yowah. This guy had the doors of his car open, wide open. He was standing beside it reading the newspaper. Blocking like half of the really good parking spot. I start to pull in the spot and the guy looks up for a few seconds and then goes right back to reading his paper. This is when I started semi-yelling:
Me: "What the crap!? You see me about to take off your doors and you go back to reading? Just shut the door dude! You can open it right back up and we can all be happy! Well if your gonna be like that then I'm going to take it that you want me to take those doors off! Dude, you don't know me. I will take those doors off. Snap 'em right off! Ok! Fine!"
This is when I slowly pulled in. He kept looking up at me and then back down like he really didn't care. So I kept getting closer.. and closer... Girl in the front seat shut hers, but he kept his open. So I kept going. I was a few inches away when the guy finally notices I'm not stopping. He shuts the door almost angrily. I felt like a champion for two seconds as I stepped out of the car and strolled up to the store. That's when Yowah asks, "Did you lock it?" We weren't out of earshot yet. I could see the guy laughing. But I had locked it so I kept walking.
We get inside the store and I need to go to the paint section, On the way there I bump Yowah and shock her. She was pushing the cart. Instead of stopping like a normal person, she kept going while she was looking down at her arm chewing me out. Suddenly there's a loud bang and I look up to see she had rammed the cart into the side of one of the rows. Really. Really. Hard. You'd think we'd get lucky and there would be no people around. You don't know us at all do you? There were people everywhere. Stopping and looking at us. I started laughing insanely. I was impressed she didn't knock it over!
Slowly she walks away like nothing happened. You know that walk you do when you've just really messed up and you're trying to act like you are the Queen of Egypt? That's what she was trying to do. I was making jokes.
Somewhere along the way I lost her. I get to the stain and she is not behind me. No idea where she went. I get the stain and start retracing my steps. Finding her is like finding a fat kid in a Twinkies factory. Not gonna happen. I'm just about to call her when I see her. I wave at her and she looks at me like I'm retarded and keeps walking. I walk to the next row where she went and shes not there. I go back to the row she was on and as I round the corner she rams me with the cart.
I asked her where she went off too and she never really gave me an answer. So she could have gone to Narnia for all I know.
So we move on to shopping. Everything is going good and we are almost done when one of the walmart employees walks up to us with a box in his hands. He says (And I'm not kidding here) "Do you like sausage?" I keep a straight face and act like I didn't hear him. Yowah stops and turns around... I left her.
She catches back up to me and chews me out for walking off like that. I told her she should have kept walking. But she didn't want to be 'rude'... creepy old man holding a box of sausage, if you are reading this, please find another way of saying that.
The rest of the trip was uneventful. Maybe one day we will have a boring normal trip to the store.. (HA! Like that'll happen.)
Laters!
Our drive there was normal. Nothing really weird happened besides we followed a milk truck... It had a huge cow head on the side. MASSIVE. And it was starring at me the whole time... Talk about creepy. I can see them making a moovie out of it... Oh... that was a bad joke.. I'm sorry.
We found a great parking spot near the front. I only parked there to mess with Yowah. This guy had the doors of his car open, wide open. He was standing beside it reading the newspaper. Blocking like half of the really good parking spot. I start to pull in the spot and the guy looks up for a few seconds and then goes right back to reading his paper. This is when I started semi-yelling:
Me: "What the crap!? You see me about to take off your doors and you go back to reading? Just shut the door dude! You can open it right back up and we can all be happy! Well if your gonna be like that then I'm going to take it that you want me to take those doors off! Dude, you don't know me. I will take those doors off. Snap 'em right off! Ok! Fine!"
This is when I slowly pulled in. He kept looking up at me and then back down like he really didn't care. So I kept getting closer.. and closer... Girl in the front seat shut hers, but he kept his open. So I kept going. I was a few inches away when the guy finally notices I'm not stopping. He shuts the door almost angrily. I felt like a champion for two seconds as I stepped out of the car and strolled up to the store. That's when Yowah asks, "Did you lock it?" We weren't out of earshot yet. I could see the guy laughing. But I had locked it so I kept walking.
We get inside the store and I need to go to the paint section, On the way there I bump Yowah and shock her. She was pushing the cart. Instead of stopping like a normal person, she kept going while she was looking down at her arm chewing me out. Suddenly there's a loud bang and I look up to see she had rammed the cart into the side of one of the rows. Really. Really. Hard. You'd think we'd get lucky and there would be no people around. You don't know us at all do you? There were people everywhere. Stopping and looking at us. I started laughing insanely. I was impressed she didn't knock it over!
Slowly she walks away like nothing happened. You know that walk you do when you've just really messed up and you're trying to act like you are the Queen of Egypt? That's what she was trying to do. I was making jokes.
Somewhere along the way I lost her. I get to the stain and she is not behind me. No idea where she went. I get the stain and start retracing my steps. Finding her is like finding a fat kid in a Twinkies factory. Not gonna happen. I'm just about to call her when I see her. I wave at her and she looks at me like I'm retarded and keeps walking. I walk to the next row where she went and shes not there. I go back to the row she was on and as I round the corner she rams me with the cart.
I asked her where she went off too and she never really gave me an answer. So she could have gone to Narnia for all I know.
So we move on to shopping. Everything is going good and we are almost done when one of the walmart employees walks up to us with a box in his hands. He says (And I'm not kidding here) "Do you like sausage?" I keep a straight face and act like I didn't hear him. Yowah stops and turns around... I left her.
She catches back up to me and chews me out for walking off like that. I told her she should have kept walking. But she didn't want to be 'rude'... creepy old man holding a box of sausage, if you are reading this, please find another way of saying that.
The rest of the trip was uneventful. Maybe one day we will have a boring normal trip to the store.. (HA! Like that'll happen.)
Laters!
Monday, October 8, 2012
Of Shaved Toes and Nail Polish
My Mother has two poms. If you have been following all the other posts, you should know this. At times we end up having to wash them. No big deal... until I decided... we should paint the dogs toe nails. Not that I'm into that sort of cruelty I just thought it would be funny. Now remember. These are Pomeranians. They are really REALLY fluffy.
I was just holding the dog. It was Yowah who decided the fate of poor Rue.
I was just holding the dog. It was Yowah who decided the fate of poor Rue.
She tried to paint her nails by pushing the hair on her feet back. But it didn't really work. So her brilliant idea...
"Bring me the scissors!"
"Bring me the scissors!"
As you can tell this is all going down hill. Fast. I stupidly hand her the scissors and she proceeds to butcher the hair on poor Rues feet. I feel so bad because now her pretty little feet... are nightmarish... I'm sure the hair will grow back. Till then she will have to live with her neon orange toes...
The Picture
There is this picture. It's been hanging up for years. I don't know how old it is. I was probably 10 or so, or at least I look about ten.. I might have been 12. Either way this picture has been just hanging there. I don't really notice it anymore. But for some reason today, my sister brought it up at lunch.
It's a family portrait. It was Christmas I know because there is a tree in the back ground so there is a very big chance everyone I know has this picture somewhere as a card or something.
Anyway, as we sat the table my sister brought up how everyone in the picture is making this horrible face. It's the horse face you make when your laughing or trying not to laugh... I have the biggest smile on my face. Not one of those cute ones either. The massive grin that you do when you lose a tooth? Yeah. That one. my eyes are shut as well. But That's not the funniest part of the picture. The funny part is Yowah's face. She's making this awful rat face that she said looks like Mike Myers from Austin Powers. Sadly I have to agree with her on this.
Her: "I'm going to burn that picture one day."
Me: "I'm going to put it on facebook."
Her: "Don't you dare."
Me: "Fine. If you ever get a job at the West End I will run around outside throwing these pictures around."
Her: "Wearing socks and a Nixon mask."
Me: "No. Socks and a bed sheet."
Her: "A bed sheet?"
Me: "You know what? Forget the socks. And it's a toga."
Her: "You're going to get arrested."
Me: "No I won't. They can't arrest me for being Greek."
Her: "The Greek won't claim you."
Just so we are clear... If any of you wonderful fans would like to help bail me out of jail one day, it would be greatly appreciated.
Also. Emily. I will know if you have read this post. Your laptop isn't that slow. Your fanfic can wait a few minutes.
Laters!
It's a family portrait. It was Christmas I know because there is a tree in the back ground so there is a very big chance everyone I know has this picture somewhere as a card or something.
Anyway, as we sat the table my sister brought up how everyone in the picture is making this horrible face. It's the horse face you make when your laughing or trying not to laugh... I have the biggest smile on my face. Not one of those cute ones either. The massive grin that you do when you lose a tooth? Yeah. That one. my eyes are shut as well. But That's not the funniest part of the picture. The funny part is Yowah's face. She's making this awful rat face that she said looks like Mike Myers from Austin Powers. Sadly I have to agree with her on this.
Her: "I'm going to burn that picture one day."
Me: "I'm going to put it on facebook."
Her: "Don't you dare."
Me: "Fine. If you ever get a job at the West End I will run around outside throwing these pictures around."
Her: "Wearing socks and a Nixon mask."
Me: "No. Socks and a bed sheet."
Her: "A bed sheet?"
Me: "You know what? Forget the socks. And it's a toga."
Her: "You're going to get arrested."
Me: "No I won't. They can't arrest me for being Greek."
Her: "The Greek won't claim you."
Just so we are clear... If any of you wonderful fans would like to help bail me out of jail one day, it would be greatly appreciated.
Also. Emily. I will know if you have read this post. Your laptop isn't that slow. Your fanfic can wait a few minutes.
Laters!
Sunday, October 7, 2012
Yowah, Onecorn, and The Doctor
My sister is a huge Doctor Who fan. Since Sherlock doesn't come back on till 2014 here in America, I've decided to watch it as well. Though I don't take the fandom as far as her. She bought a sonic screwdriver the other day while we were in town... It's for her Halloween costume. Or the bigger fact is I think she just wanted one.
Anyway, I've been watching the disk right before her and it's gotten her rather upset. Since I haven't been "Watching fast enough" or something like that. I had the disk she wanted in my room so she had to come and get it. I have two locks on my door. Not because I'm like emo and anti-social, it's because I used to have some rather annoying people following me and would just walk into my room without asking. Even when I wasn't in there. Anyway one lock stopped working so I got another and then I changed rooms. Since I didn't feel like redoing the locks. Once changing the doors the locks well... locked. So now I have a locking knob and a deadbolt.
So I locked them both and waited for her. It didn't take her too long to realize I had it...
Me: "What's the password?"
Her: "Password? Give me my DVD."
Me: "That's not even close."
Her: "You know I can unlock this door."
Me: "Oh, I'd love to see you try."
Her: "Alright."
Instantly she grabbed the key to the doorknob, I wait a few minutes to see if she can figure out how to open the knob. She didn't. Which is when I decide,
Me: "Hey, why don't you try the sonic screwdriver?"
Her: "What?"
Me: "Try unlocking it with your sonic screwdriver."
Her: "No."
Me: "Well too bad. That's the only way you're gonna get this door open."
Her: "Fine."
I hear her stomp off and I unlock the door and go to get the DVD. A few minutes later I hear it make the normal noise and start laughing. After a second I say "I don't know if it worked. Try it again." She does. I was laughing like crazy. Finally she comes in and gets the DVD. She is wondering why I'm laughing so hard. I told her she should have tried it the first time. Because clearly she didn't.
Anyway back in her room I went to get something and she is sitting there laughing. Wondering if she's gone mad yet. After a few minutes she tells me about her friend, Onecorn, who doesn't watch Dr. Who. Yowah had been telling her about how she bought a sonic. She thought she had been talking about sonic... the hedge hog... No joke.
I could help but laugh like crazy with her. She thinks we are insane. But I'd rather be called crazy then normal. Normal people don't do anything interesting. Or that's what I think at least. Anyway, I can't wait to tell more stories of Onecorn.... and my insane Sister. (Who by the way, is older then me)
Laters!
Anyway, I've been watching the disk right before her and it's gotten her rather upset. Since I haven't been "Watching fast enough" or something like that. I had the disk she wanted in my room so she had to come and get it. I have two locks on my door. Not because I'm like emo and anti-social, it's because I used to have some rather annoying people following me and would just walk into my room without asking. Even when I wasn't in there. Anyway one lock stopped working so I got another and then I changed rooms. Since I didn't feel like redoing the locks. Once changing the doors the locks well... locked. So now I have a locking knob and a deadbolt.
So I locked them both and waited for her. It didn't take her too long to realize I had it...
Me: "What's the password?"
Her: "Password? Give me my DVD."
Me: "That's not even close."
Her: "You know I can unlock this door."
Me: "Oh, I'd love to see you try."
Her: "Alright."
Instantly she grabbed the key to the doorknob, I wait a few minutes to see if she can figure out how to open the knob. She didn't. Which is when I decide,
Me: "Hey, why don't you try the sonic screwdriver?"
Her: "What?"
Me: "Try unlocking it with your sonic screwdriver."
Her: "No."
Me: "Well too bad. That's the only way you're gonna get this door open."
Her: "Fine."
I hear her stomp off and I unlock the door and go to get the DVD. A few minutes later I hear it make the normal noise and start laughing. After a second I say "I don't know if it worked. Try it again." She does. I was laughing like crazy. Finally she comes in and gets the DVD. She is wondering why I'm laughing so hard. I told her she should have tried it the first time. Because clearly she didn't.
Anyway back in her room I went to get something and she is sitting there laughing. Wondering if she's gone mad yet. After a few minutes she tells me about her friend, Onecorn, who doesn't watch Dr. Who. Yowah had been telling her about how she bought a sonic. She thought she had been talking about sonic... the hedge hog... No joke.
I could help but laugh like crazy with her. She thinks we are insane. But I'd rather be called crazy then normal. Normal people don't do anything interesting. Or that's what I think at least. Anyway, I can't wait to tell more stories of Onecorn.... and my insane Sister. (Who by the way, is older then me)
Laters!
Wednesday, October 3, 2012
Adventures With Yowah!
First of all the weather here is very very weird. This morning there wasn't a cloud in the sky. Beautiful day. Three hours later it was a horrible thunder storm. Now it's sunny, no clouds again.
Freak weather. You don't like it sunny? Wait a few minutes it'll change. Cold a problem? Don't worry, it'll turn into an oven in about three minutes. It's like someone it slamming their face into the weather controls.
Back to my adventure for today...
My Mother sent Yowah and I grocery shopping. The first time that we went alone together. I went alone the other day but things seem to happen more when someones with you. First we had to go to the bank. I was driving. On the way into town we see all these traffic cones sitting around for no reason... There were no work signs or warning signs they were just there. I wanted to hit one but Yowah told me not to since I was in her car...
You will rarely see Yowah drive. But today she kind of wanted to because we had to go to the bank. I have been to the bank before, alright? It's not that hard.
So we get to the bank drive through and I let down the window. Yowah says "Get me a deposit slip" so I go to push the box up but my arm is just a little too short. Not even an inch. What do I do? What any normal person would. I take off my seat belt and lean further out of the window. You are probably saying "Why didn't she open the door?" Well you see, I forgot that it opened. It's like a brain fart moment that everyone has. (If you say you haven't then your lying.) Anyway I lean out the window but the box seems to be getting further away. (Now that I think of it I might not have leaned out any further... I might have got into a different position and reached...)
So now picture this. A little white girl that looks like she's way too young to be driving, leaning now halfway out of the car window making all these noises that weren't really necessary. I don't know what was wrong with me. I seriously don't know. So I finally hit the box up and push the call button. I don't see how those girls behind the glass weren't laughing insanely.
When I sit back in my seat I remember something important.... There is a camera less then a foot away trained on me. Plus the mic is always turned on.... I sit there looking straight ahead and turning red because now I can never go back to that bank.
When the box came back I opened the door leaned out, got the box and handed it to Yowah. She was laughing extremely hard at my stupidity. After replacing the box we drove off. I still dread going back to that bank. But hey, I made some security guards day.
You think that would be it. The brain fart is over. Back to serious Crystal.
No.
Not by far.
We went on to walmart. I was looking for a parking spot and of course you never find one near the door. But I did... too bad I was going the wrong way to get it or so I was told by the side driver. (To be fair I could have made it.) So I drive around another 5 minutes looking for a spot. When we find one half way out. So we go in and Yowah cannot figure out how to get the cart undone from the others. Of course there is a really cute guy behind us. But does that stop my brain from going insane? No.
So we went to the pet food to get cat and dog food. We were loading up the dog food when all of the sudden this really angry looking woman comes walking down the aisle yelling at the top of her lungs. I turn around confused because she keeps yelling and it looks like she's looking at me. I'm sitting there wondering how long I should wait before I ask what her problem is and she looks at me and says "Oh I'm not talking to you!" She laughed and walked off. She was NOT wearing an ear piece. I have no clue who she was talking to.
After that we go to the soap and toilet paper. When I pick up the paper Yowah says "They changed the baby." At first I was confused as to what she was talking about when I look down at the baby on the package. I tell her it's not changed, she's just being weird. I had noticed it weeks before. It wasn't new she just didn't look at the package to often. So she searches for a old pack. She eventually finds one and we get a ton of odd looks from these ladies in front of us.
Next we started for the cheese. I was distracted by cupcakes. (They were on sale!) I failed to notice she was still walking. When I turn around she is on the other side of the store with the disappointed look on her face. She calls me a fatty for stopping like that. I bet it's because she didn't notice them. (They were on sale people!!! What's better then cupcakes? Cheap ones!)
So we go off looking for hash browns. Normally we get a small pack. We didn't really know where they were so she took one said of the aisle and I took the other. We go down two or three rows before we find this mega pack that looked kind of like a light saber. It was epic. So we got it.
After getting a few more things with success, we go to the check out line. We find one with one person in it that has already checked out and everything! Lucky day! So we go in and Yowah starts to go around the cart to put stuff up there. As she's going around it she runs into the shelf and knocks over this massive bottle of peroxide and it hits like 50 itunes cards knocking them off.
Smooth.
She sets the bottle back up and starts putting things on the counter. The woman in front of us is still there talking as the other woman checks us out. I didn't notice but she put our ice cream in her cart. The cashier notices and tells her. The old woman apologizes and looks at Yowah and asks her why she just stood there smiling. Then this younger girl comes up and grabs another one of our bags and puts it into the woman's cart. I stood there thinking, "Everyone is trying to steal our food!" after a few minutes of explaining it people she was just standing there talking she left and we finally got to put our bags in our own cart. (Yay)
The ride home was mostly uneventful. The sky was blue again and someone had removed the cones. I was saddened by this but got over it by slowing just under the speed limit and watching this car behind me get really mad I don't see why, I was doing like 45 in a 50 mph lane. No biggie.
But that was our adventure for today.. It was a very weird one and it probably won't be the first time I forget the door works on the car... but maybe I'll get those sticky post-it things and put them around the car to remind me....
Laters!
Freak weather. You don't like it sunny? Wait a few minutes it'll change. Cold a problem? Don't worry, it'll turn into an oven in about three minutes. It's like someone it slamming their face into the weather controls.
Back to my adventure for today...
My Mother sent Yowah and I grocery shopping. The first time that we went alone together. I went alone the other day but things seem to happen more when someones with you. First we had to go to the bank. I was driving. On the way into town we see all these traffic cones sitting around for no reason... There were no work signs or warning signs they were just there. I wanted to hit one but Yowah told me not to since I was in her car...
You will rarely see Yowah drive. But today she kind of wanted to because we had to go to the bank. I have been to the bank before, alright? It's not that hard.
So we get to the bank drive through and I let down the window. Yowah says "Get me a deposit slip" so I go to push the box up but my arm is just a little too short. Not even an inch. What do I do? What any normal person would. I take off my seat belt and lean further out of the window. You are probably saying "Why didn't she open the door?" Well you see, I forgot that it opened. It's like a brain fart moment that everyone has. (If you say you haven't then your lying.) Anyway I lean out the window but the box seems to be getting further away. (Now that I think of it I might not have leaned out any further... I might have got into a different position and reached...)
So now picture this. A little white girl that looks like she's way too young to be driving, leaning now halfway out of the car window making all these noises that weren't really necessary. I don't know what was wrong with me. I seriously don't know. So I finally hit the box up and push the call button. I don't see how those girls behind the glass weren't laughing insanely.
When I sit back in my seat I remember something important.... There is a camera less then a foot away trained on me. Plus the mic is always turned on.... I sit there looking straight ahead and turning red because now I can never go back to that bank.
When the box came back I opened the door leaned out, got the box and handed it to Yowah. She was laughing extremely hard at my stupidity. After replacing the box we drove off. I still dread going back to that bank. But hey, I made some security guards day.
You think that would be it. The brain fart is over. Back to serious Crystal.
No.
Not by far.
We went on to walmart. I was looking for a parking spot and of course you never find one near the door. But I did... too bad I was going the wrong way to get it or so I was told by the side driver. (To be fair I could have made it.) So I drive around another 5 minutes looking for a spot. When we find one half way out. So we go in and Yowah cannot figure out how to get the cart undone from the others. Of course there is a really cute guy behind us. But does that stop my brain from going insane? No.
So we went to the pet food to get cat and dog food. We were loading up the dog food when all of the sudden this really angry looking woman comes walking down the aisle yelling at the top of her lungs. I turn around confused because she keeps yelling and it looks like she's looking at me. I'm sitting there wondering how long I should wait before I ask what her problem is and she looks at me and says "Oh I'm not talking to you!" She laughed and walked off. She was NOT wearing an ear piece. I have no clue who she was talking to.
After that we go to the soap and toilet paper. When I pick up the paper Yowah says "They changed the baby." At first I was confused as to what she was talking about when I look down at the baby on the package. I tell her it's not changed, she's just being weird. I had noticed it weeks before. It wasn't new she just didn't look at the package to often. So she searches for a old pack. She eventually finds one and we get a ton of odd looks from these ladies in front of us.
Next we started for the cheese. I was distracted by cupcakes. (They were on sale!) I failed to notice she was still walking. When I turn around she is on the other side of the store with the disappointed look on her face. She calls me a fatty for stopping like that. I bet it's because she didn't notice them. (They were on sale people!!! What's better then cupcakes? Cheap ones!)
So we go off looking for hash browns. Normally we get a small pack. We didn't really know where they were so she took one said of the aisle and I took the other. We go down two or three rows before we find this mega pack that looked kind of like a light saber. It was epic. So we got it.
After getting a few more things with success, we go to the check out line. We find one with one person in it that has already checked out and everything! Lucky day! So we go in and Yowah starts to go around the cart to put stuff up there. As she's going around it she runs into the shelf and knocks over this massive bottle of peroxide and it hits like 50 itunes cards knocking them off.
Smooth.
She sets the bottle back up and starts putting things on the counter. The woman in front of us is still there talking as the other woman checks us out. I didn't notice but she put our ice cream in her cart. The cashier notices and tells her. The old woman apologizes and looks at Yowah and asks her why she just stood there smiling. Then this younger girl comes up and grabs another one of our bags and puts it into the woman's cart. I stood there thinking, "Everyone is trying to steal our food!" after a few minutes of explaining it people she was just standing there talking she left and we finally got to put our bags in our own cart. (Yay)
The ride home was mostly uneventful. The sky was blue again and someone had removed the cones. I was saddened by this but got over it by slowing just under the speed limit and watching this car behind me get really mad I don't see why, I was doing like 45 in a 50 mph lane. No biggie.
But that was our adventure for today.. It was a very weird one and it probably won't be the first time I forget the door works on the car... but maybe I'll get those sticky post-it things and put them around the car to remind me....
Laters!
Sunday, September 23, 2012
The Car Show *Insert Horror Music*
Last night I took my car to an antique car show at a gas station just up the road from my house. Since I finally have my license, My Dad let me stay there with my old sister to watch his car and mine.
I love my car, I like showing it off too. It's a 1972 Cadillac Eldorado. (Yes it looks just like the Boss Hog car from the Dukes of Hazard.) My Dad has a Rolls Royce Silver Cloud. (Don't ask me the year I cannot remember.)
Anyway, I thought "Hey, I like old cars. I have an old car.. Let's go to the antique car show!"
No. It was nothing like you would think. Most of the cars were only about 1 or 2 years older then the antique age... Not really impressive. I thought that since there were enough cars there, maybe I could sneak off and go back home since the only people I seen were older men and their wives who wanted to talk about cars. Nothing else. At first it was fine. I'm ok with car talk some... And if we are talking about my car I can make you believe I really know what I'm talking about. But in reality, I don't.
I started to look around for a quick escape route, but I noticed something rather.. what's the word? Horrifying? Either way, It wasn't good. The way they were parking the cars, the first people who got there were blocked in. (Yay...)
So I decided to sit down and listen to the band that was starting up.
Ok, let me tell you a little about the band... It was made up of 4 men in their late 50's.
When the music started up it sounded dreadful. One woman actually started dancing. As the music went on, it got worse. The keyboard player was the tallest out of the group. The only reason I'm about to tell you this is so that you can get a mental picture about how horrible this was for me.
The guy was over six foot tall and had this canary yellow hat on with a rainbow horizontal striped shirt and some jeans that were really really big on him.
Got a image? Good. So since he was really tall the keyboard was awkwardly high off the ground. He played with one hand and was swaying/bobbing (I guess you could call it dancing) along with the music. After the first few songs still no one cheered. But a bunch of old men talking about cars aren't really the cheering type I guess...
Anyway, the band took a break for a few minutes. Just enough time to let some other older man sit across the picnic table from me and start downing a few beers. After about ten minutes the band returned with a sense of over self confidence.
Keyboard guy 'tapped' the mic. causing every ones attention to turn back to the horrible band. After telling all little children to get off the train tracks for the tenth time (Of course they didn't listen) They started playing again. But this time, Keyboard guy was much more enthusiastic about being on stage... He danced in circles while he wasn't needed and screamed into the microphone. (Did I mention this was slow sad country music they were playing) He was acting like he was playing at a rock n roll concert. It was two songs before I realized he was holding something... (I'm pretty sure it was not a cigarette) every time he raised it to his lips he let another angry/proud yell into the mic. After a few songs like this the man sitting at the table with us started cheering. (He's the only one that did. But he was drunk.)
I text my Dad soon after this, the loud music was giving me a headache... He showed up and I finally got to go home. A few minutes after getting home Dad texted me that he was sick of it. But he stayed until the cars were unblocked.
Needless to say, I will NOT be going to anymore car shows...
I love my car, I like showing it off too. It's a 1972 Cadillac Eldorado. (Yes it looks just like the Boss Hog car from the Dukes of Hazard.) My Dad has a Rolls Royce Silver Cloud. (Don't ask me the year I cannot remember.)
Anyway, I thought "Hey, I like old cars. I have an old car.. Let's go to the antique car show!"
No. It was nothing like you would think. Most of the cars were only about 1 or 2 years older then the antique age... Not really impressive. I thought that since there were enough cars there, maybe I could sneak off and go back home since the only people I seen were older men and their wives who wanted to talk about cars. Nothing else. At first it was fine. I'm ok with car talk some... And if we are talking about my car I can make you believe I really know what I'm talking about. But in reality, I don't.
I started to look around for a quick escape route, but I noticed something rather.. what's the word? Horrifying? Either way, It wasn't good. The way they were parking the cars, the first people who got there were blocked in. (Yay...)
So I decided to sit down and listen to the band that was starting up.
Ok, let me tell you a little about the band... It was made up of 4 men in their late 50's.
When the music started up it sounded dreadful. One woman actually started dancing. As the music went on, it got worse. The keyboard player was the tallest out of the group. The only reason I'm about to tell you this is so that you can get a mental picture about how horrible this was for me.
The guy was over six foot tall and had this canary yellow hat on with a rainbow horizontal striped shirt and some jeans that were really really big on him.
Got a image? Good. So since he was really tall the keyboard was awkwardly high off the ground. He played with one hand and was swaying/bobbing (I guess you could call it dancing) along with the music. After the first few songs still no one cheered. But a bunch of old men talking about cars aren't really the cheering type I guess...
Anyway, the band took a break for a few minutes. Just enough time to let some other older man sit across the picnic table from me and start downing a few beers. After about ten minutes the band returned with a sense of over self confidence.
Keyboard guy 'tapped' the mic. causing every ones attention to turn back to the horrible band. After telling all little children to get off the train tracks for the tenth time (Of course they didn't listen) They started playing again. But this time, Keyboard guy was much more enthusiastic about being on stage... He danced in circles while he wasn't needed and screamed into the microphone. (Did I mention this was slow sad country music they were playing) He was acting like he was playing at a rock n roll concert. It was two songs before I realized he was holding something... (I'm pretty sure it was not a cigarette) every time he raised it to his lips he let another angry/proud yell into the mic. After a few songs like this the man sitting at the table with us started cheering. (He's the only one that did. But he was drunk.)
I text my Dad soon after this, the loud music was giving me a headache... He showed up and I finally got to go home. A few minutes after getting home Dad texted me that he was sick of it. But he stayed until the cars were unblocked.
Needless to say, I will NOT be going to anymore car shows...
Saturday, September 22, 2012
Reasons I don't care for Boy Bands
I don't like the mega fans that only talk about their one obsession. I really really hate that. If your going to obsess about something make it something worth talking about. Yes, I understand you 'love' him/them (No I don't really. You've never met them.) And why you hate their girlfriends or wives because he loves them and not you, (You people are insane. I really honestly don't know why you people do that.. They are happy? Aren't you suppose to be I dunno.. Happy for them?)
I also hate the facebook post and pictures. With all the hearts and comments that say they are perfect... (No one is perfect! You have to love someone for their imperfections. Not because they are 'Pretty')
My young cousin posted yet another Justin Bieber picture on her wall, an anti-fan had doodled on a a poster and ripped it, smiling as she did it. I liked it. But my cousin thought it was evil and she should die... (No clue what that's about) So I commented on it. Here's the comment:
It is seriously disturbing to hear you say the guy is 'fine' ... Also how would you know they are gay, stupid, gross, and weird? All of you girls fighting over who is better needs to get a hobby or something. Really now, when was the last time you read a book? (Not Twilight) Or there's this magical thing called outside, where you can go mud ridding and talk to your friends face to face. I don't care for either of them. I just wanted to point that out since this was the first thing posted on my wall this morning. Thank you and have a nice day. P.S. So has one O. And no one is perfect.
Is it bad I can't wait to hear what all the what are they called again? Belibers, I think... Anyway I can't wait to hear their reply to that.
I understand that all people are obsessed with something. (Mine is Sherlock Holmes and all thing Mystery.) But you don't see me going around saying I'm going to marry Benedict Cumberbatch, Do you? I just slip Sherlock phrases into my everyday conversations, which no one catches except for my older sister.
I'll probably think of something else to put but right now I can't. So Look for updates.
Laters!
I also hate the facebook post and pictures. With all the hearts and comments that say they are perfect... (No one is perfect! You have to love someone for their imperfections. Not because they are 'Pretty')
My young cousin posted yet another Justin Bieber picture on her wall, an anti-fan had doodled on a a poster and ripped it, smiling as she did it. I liked it. But my cousin thought it was evil and she should die... (No clue what that's about) So I commented on it. Here's the comment:
It is seriously disturbing to hear you say the guy is 'fine' ... Also how would you know they are gay, stupid, gross, and weird? All of you girls fighting over who is better needs to get a hobby or something. Really now, when was the last time you read a book? (Not Twilight) Or there's this magical thing called outside, where you can go mud ridding and talk to your friends face to face. I don't care for either of them. I just wanted to point that out since this was the first thing posted on my wall this morning. Thank you and have a nice day. P.S. So has one O. And no one is perfect.
Is it bad I can't wait to hear what all the what are they called again? Belibers, I think... Anyway I can't wait to hear their reply to that.
I understand that all people are obsessed with something. (Mine is Sherlock Holmes and all thing Mystery.) But you don't see me going around saying I'm going to marry Benedict Cumberbatch, Do you? I just slip Sherlock phrases into my everyday conversations, which no one catches except for my older sister.
I'll probably think of something else to put but right now I can't. So Look for updates.
Laters!
Saturday, September 8, 2012
The Epicness of the Epic Jar (Explained)
When I woke up this morning my sister told me to look at my blog. I seriously had no idea what she was talking about... I didn't remember what the post said or why I had written it but when I read it.. well.. it was like this. I remember writing something that I thought was so amazing but I didn't think I posted it. But as it turns out I did.... and it wasn't a amazing by far. So now I am going to try to explain what I meant... or what I think I meant...
Warning: This Post Contains extreme Epicness, Overexposure to the Epicness may cause the following:
Exploding Laptops (IPhone or any other item you might be reading this on)
Spontaneous Combustion (I don't see how I spelled that correctly, I didn't even know I could spell it...)
Feeling Like a Ninja (I probably said this cause I was feeling like a ninja for some reason..)
Feeling like you can fly (Not my fault if you jump off a building.)
Blindness
Baldness (your hair will leave because it's so epic)
Swelling of the epic gland (Not everyone has one) (Seriously?)
And of course, the sudden urge to read more of my posts! (That's it, end on a very self absorbed note.)
Right now I'm in the state of between half asleep and half bored awake (Bored awake? Your not even awake! How did you even turn your computer on??) ... So I decided to type a post. (Aren't I smart.) (Oh yeah so smart...) I am sitting in the living room with my cat desperately trying to lick my laptop. I don't know why, he just is. (You gave him catnip. He was loopy as that David goes to Dentist kid.)
So let's talk a little about the Epic Jar. Of course everyone knows about it... and if you don't let me spare you the time of googling it. (No one has to google what it is... You can GUESS what it is and get it right..) Every time you say epic, you must put a dollar in the Epic Jar. Even if you don't have a dollar. At the end of the day after everyone has gone to bed the Epic Jar takes what is owed out of your wallets. If you do not have anything in your wallet it goes for your bank account. None in there either? It'll take anything in your house that cost as much as you debt.. (So the Epic Jar is alive? And it steals from you... That is so messed up..) So don't freak if you loose your favorite earrings or cuff links (Not sure if anyone even uses cuff links anymore.) (No one does.) Just remember, The Epic Jar is watching. Waiting. (And by the time I finish this post he'll be rich too.) (Yeah, you've only said epic a billion times...)
Until now there hasn't been a way to stop this epicness... (Since when is being robbed epic?) We've never known what it looks like... until now. (I think I just wanted to draw a picture.. it's pretty awesome for someone that's asleep...)
*Epic Horror music plays* (What is Epic horror music? BTW, this is the best picture I've ever drawn on a computer)
Now that was know what this monster looks like we can stop him! (maybe... probably not...) (Yeah. Most likely not....)
He knows habit you have. NOTICE: I said habit not hobbit. (Alright, this makes no sense at all.... I was thinking of hobbits and how tiny they were and I guess I thought I should make it clear that I didn't say hobbit... I have no clue what I was trying to say at the beginning...)
Most of you deserve having your money taken by the Epic Jar. (No you don't) But since I'm taking the time (And money) to write this. I want this monster found because I will be broke once he reads this post. (Since when can a jar read?)
I must hide my wallet now, have a nice hunting trip! (Like all of you are going to go find a jar and kill it because I don't want to be robbed. I just said it's ok for you to get robbed but not me... Jeez I'm vain when I'm asleep...)
Anyway I really hope this cleared things up a bit... if not... I tried. But I seriously need to hide my laptop so I don't post while I'm asleep anymore.
Warning: This Post Contains extreme Epicness, Overexposure to the Epicness may cause the following:
Exploding Laptops (IPhone or any other item you might be reading this on)
Spontaneous Combustion (I don't see how I spelled that correctly, I didn't even know I could spell it...)
Feeling Like a Ninja (I probably said this cause I was feeling like a ninja for some reason..)
Feeling like you can fly (Not my fault if you jump off a building.)
Blindness
Baldness (your hair will leave because it's so epic)
Swelling of the epic gland (Not everyone has one) (Seriously?)
And of course, the sudden urge to read more of my posts! (That's it, end on a very self absorbed note.)
Right now I'm in the state of between half asleep and half bored awake (Bored awake? Your not even awake! How did you even turn your computer on??) ... So I decided to type a post. (Aren't I smart.) (Oh yeah so smart...) I am sitting in the living room with my cat desperately trying to lick my laptop. I don't know why, he just is. (You gave him catnip. He was loopy as that David goes to Dentist kid.)
So let's talk a little about the Epic Jar. Of course everyone knows about it... and if you don't let me spare you the time of googling it. (No one has to google what it is... You can GUESS what it is and get it right..) Every time you say epic, you must put a dollar in the Epic Jar. Even if you don't have a dollar. At the end of the day after everyone has gone to bed the Epic Jar takes what is owed out of your wallets. If you do not have anything in your wallet it goes for your bank account. None in there either? It'll take anything in your house that cost as much as you debt.. (So the Epic Jar is alive? And it steals from you... That is so messed up..) So don't freak if you loose your favorite earrings or cuff links (Not sure if anyone even uses cuff links anymore.) (No one does.) Just remember, The Epic Jar is watching. Waiting. (And by the time I finish this post he'll be rich too.) (Yeah, you've only said epic a billion times...)
Until now there hasn't been a way to stop this epicness... (Since when is being robbed epic?) We've never known what it looks like... until now. (I think I just wanted to draw a picture.. it's pretty awesome for someone that's asleep...)
Now that was know what this monster looks like we can stop him! (maybe... probably not...) (Yeah. Most likely not....)
He knows habit you have. NOTICE: I said habit not hobbit. (Alright, this makes no sense at all.... I was thinking of hobbits and how tiny they were and I guess I thought I should make it clear that I didn't say hobbit... I have no clue what I was trying to say at the beginning...)
Most of you deserve having your money taken by the Epic Jar. (No you don't) But since I'm taking the time (And money) to write this. I want this monster found because I will be broke once he reads this post. (Since when can a jar read?)
I must hide my wallet now, have a nice hunting trip! (Like all of you are going to go find a jar and kill it because I don't want to be robbed. I just said it's ok for you to get robbed but not me... Jeez I'm vain when I'm asleep...)
Anyway I really hope this cleared things up a bit... if not... I tried. But I seriously need to hide my laptop so I don't post while I'm asleep anymore.
Friday, September 7, 2012
The Epicness of the Epic Jar
Warning: This Post Contains extreme Epicness, Overexposure to the Epicness may cause the following:
Exploding Laptops (IPhone or any other item you might be reading this on)
Spontaneous Combustion
Feeling Like a Ninja
Feeling like you can fly (Not my fault if you jump off a building.)
Blindness
Baldness (your hair will leave because it's so epic)
Swelling of the epic gland (Not everyone has one)
And of course, the sudden urge to read more of my posts!
Right now I'm in the state of between half asleep and half bored awake... So I decided to type a post. (Aren't I smart.) I am sitting in the living room with my cat desperately trying to lick my laptop. I don't know why, he just is.
So let's talk a little about the Epic Jar. Of course everyone knows about it... and if you don't let me spare you the time of googling it. Every time you say epic, you must put a dollar in the Epic Jar. Even if you don't have a dollar. At the end of the day after everyone has gone to bed the Epic Jar takes what is owed out of your wallets. If you do not have anything in your wallet it goes for your bank account. None in there either? It'll take anything in your house that cost as much as you debt.. So don't freak if you loose your favorite earrings or cuff links (Not sure if anyone even uses cuff links anymore) Just remember, The Epic Jar is watching. Waiting. (And by the time I finish this post he'll be rich too.
Until now there hasn't been a way to stop this epicness... We've never known what it looks like... until now.
*Epic Horror music plays*
Now that was know what this monster looks like we can stop him! (maybe... probably not...)
He knows habit you have. NOTICE: I said habit not hobbit.
Most of you deserve having your money taken by the Epic Jar. But since I'm taking the time (And money) to write this. I want this monster found because I will be broke once he reads this post.
I must hide my wallet now, have a nice hunting trip!
Exploding Laptops (IPhone or any other item you might be reading this on)
Spontaneous Combustion
Feeling Like a Ninja
Feeling like you can fly (Not my fault if you jump off a building.)
Blindness
Baldness (your hair will leave because it's so epic)
Swelling of the epic gland (Not everyone has one)
And of course, the sudden urge to read more of my posts!
Right now I'm in the state of between half asleep and half bored awake... So I decided to type a post. (Aren't I smart.) I am sitting in the living room with my cat desperately trying to lick my laptop. I don't know why, he just is.
So let's talk a little about the Epic Jar. Of course everyone knows about it... and if you don't let me spare you the time of googling it. Every time you say epic, you must put a dollar in the Epic Jar. Even if you don't have a dollar. At the end of the day after everyone has gone to bed the Epic Jar takes what is owed out of your wallets. If you do not have anything in your wallet it goes for your bank account. None in there either? It'll take anything in your house that cost as much as you debt.. So don't freak if you loose your favorite earrings or cuff links (Not sure if anyone even uses cuff links anymore) Just remember, The Epic Jar is watching. Waiting. (And by the time I finish this post he'll be rich too.
Until now there hasn't been a way to stop this epicness... We've never known what it looks like... until now.
Now that was know what this monster looks like we can stop him! (maybe... probably not...)
He knows habit you have. NOTICE: I said habit not hobbit.
Most of you deserve having your money taken by the Epic Jar. But since I'm taking the time (And money) to write this. I want this monster found because I will be broke once he reads this post.
I must hide my wallet now, have a nice hunting trip!
Tuesday, September 4, 2012
Fun Times With My Friends
Alright so, everyone should know who Jess is. (If not read The time my friend and I lost a creek on one of the hottest days of the year) I doubt that anyone knows about Yowah.
Yowah is my old sister. She wants me to call her that on here. It's Eskimo for seal peeking through an ice hole. Don't ask how she got that nickname. It's a long story. Another one of my friends is Emily. She is very crazy but just as loyal and more fun then anyone could ask for.
Let's start with a what happened last time Jess came over. We were sitting in Yowah's room playing Mario kart around 3 in the afternoon or so. We were really getting into the game yelling at each other and throwing bombs like crazy (Yowah and I, Jess decided to watch that game.)
Half way through the round Jess raises her hand. I glance at her then look back to the game.
Me: "What are you doing?"
Her: "Do you believe in snack time?"
At this point I stopped the game and looked at her like she had lost it. After getting a snack we came back in the room and I just start insanely laughing. Why? Because that it when what she said finally hit me. In my head I hear Patrick Star from spongebob saying that over and over. It's still hilarious.
(BTW: I do not remember half of that night. Just this.)
One of the funniest times I can remember with Jess, Yowah, and I is the time we went to the water park a few years ago. Yes the park was fun but the ride back was just hilarious.
After about 5 hours in the sun we called it quits and headed home... On the way back we were so bored. So what is the first things bored kids do? They annoy people. We started singing an Alvin and the Chipmunks song. The Christmas one with only like 5 lines. We sang that song at least 13 times before Jess's brother slammed his head into the back of the seat and yelled, "OK! Enough already! Pick another song!" So we started singing the witch doctor one... This continued until we ran out of songs and started singing the first song that popped into our heads. By the end of the trip everyone in the car wanted to throw us off a cliff. But the three of us felt slightly epic.
I love piano lessons. I always come home with a new story. Mostly because my best friend Emily is the teachers daughter. One week we were sitting on the couch watching TV when she suddenly hits me in the face with a pillow. Naturally an epic pillow battle starts. Not a fight. A battle. There's a difference. Anyway about two minutes into the battle Renee, Em's older sister, tries to brake us up. That's when we turned and started attacking her.
She finally got the fly flap and started fighting back. Once Yowah's lesson was over she came to tell me it was my turn and Em and I turned on her. So the fight between good and awesome (Awesome being Em and I, Good being Johonna and Renee) continued. We fought for a good five minutes before I went to do my lessons. But that is one of the random things that happens at piano.
So as you can tell a ton of odd things happen to me. Right now I cannot think of anymore but when I do, you guys will be the first to know.
Laters!
Yowah is my old sister. She wants me to call her that on here. It's Eskimo for seal peeking through an ice hole. Don't ask how she got that nickname. It's a long story. Another one of my friends is Emily. She is very crazy but just as loyal and more fun then anyone could ask for.
Let's start with a what happened last time Jess came over. We were sitting in Yowah's room playing Mario kart around 3 in the afternoon or so. We were really getting into the game yelling at each other and throwing bombs like crazy (Yowah and I, Jess decided to watch that game.)
Half way through the round Jess raises her hand. I glance at her then look back to the game.
Me: "What are you doing?"
Her: "Do you believe in snack time?"
At this point I stopped the game and looked at her like she had lost it. After getting a snack we came back in the room and I just start insanely laughing. Why? Because that it when what she said finally hit me. In my head I hear Patrick Star from spongebob saying that over and over. It's still hilarious.
(BTW: I do not remember half of that night. Just this.)
One of the funniest times I can remember with Jess, Yowah, and I is the time we went to the water park a few years ago. Yes the park was fun but the ride back was just hilarious.
After about 5 hours in the sun we called it quits and headed home... On the way back we were so bored. So what is the first things bored kids do? They annoy people. We started singing an Alvin and the Chipmunks song. The Christmas one with only like 5 lines. We sang that song at least 13 times before Jess's brother slammed his head into the back of the seat and yelled, "OK! Enough already! Pick another song!" So we started singing the witch doctor one... This continued until we ran out of songs and started singing the first song that popped into our heads. By the end of the trip everyone in the car wanted to throw us off a cliff. But the three of us felt slightly epic.
I love piano lessons. I always come home with a new story. Mostly because my best friend Emily is the teachers daughter. One week we were sitting on the couch watching TV when she suddenly hits me in the face with a pillow. Naturally an epic pillow battle starts. Not a fight. A battle. There's a difference. Anyway about two minutes into the battle Renee, Em's older sister, tries to brake us up. That's when we turned and started attacking her.
She finally got the fly flap and started fighting back. Once Yowah's lesson was over she came to tell me it was my turn and Em and I turned on her. So the fight between good and awesome (Awesome being Em and I, Good being Johonna and Renee) continued. We fought for a good five minutes before I went to do my lessons. But that is one of the random things that happens at piano.
So as you can tell a ton of odd things happen to me. Right now I cannot think of anymore but when I do, you guys will be the first to know.
Laters!
Thursday, August 30, 2012
For Good
My friend posted this on her blog and I thought it was funny so I tried it. It turned out to be loads of fun. Basicly you take your Ipod and hit shuffle to answer each question. As you can see I have loads of Taylor Swift on my Ipod so I had her songs a lot.
IF SOMEONE SAYS "THIS IS OKAY" YOU SAY:
Eyes of a Child by Ramin Karimloo
WHAT WOULD BEST DESCRIBE YOUR PERSONALITY?
Who say's by Selena Gomez
WHAT DO YOU LIKE IN A GUY?
Tik Tok by Ke$ha (... Lol... Okkkkk)
WHAT IS YOUR LIFE'S PURPOSE?
As long as your mine from the broadway musical Wicked
WHAT IS YOUR MOTTO?
Mean by Taylor Swift
WHAT DO YOUR FRIENDS THINK OF YOU?
You Lie by The Band Perry (??? lol that's wrong.. my ipod is doing this on purpose)
WHAT DO YOU THINK ABOUT VERY OFTEN?
Tear drops on my Guitar by Taylor Swift (I'm not emo, I swear lol)
WHAT IS 2+2?
Hot n Cold by Katie Perry
WHAT DO YOU THINK OF YOUR BEST FRIEND?
Stuck like Glue by Sugarland (I had to do this one over because Em would kill me if she read this and it said 'A sentimental man from the broadway musical Wicked')
WHAT DO YOU THINK OF A PERSON YOU LIKE?
Dynamite by Taio Cruz
WHAT IS YOUR LIFE STORY?
Starships by Nicki Minaj
WHAT DO YOU WANT TO BE WHEN YOU GROW UP?
E.T. by Katie Perry
WHAT DO YOU THINK WHEN YOU SEE A PERSON YOU LIKE?
Put your Hearts up by Ariana Grande
WHAT DO YOUR PARENTS THINK OF YOU?
Haunted (Acoustic) by Taylor Swift
WHAT WILL YOU DANCE TO AT YOUR WEDDING?
Impossible by Shontelle (Ummm probably not..)
WHAT WILL THEY PLAY AT YOUR FUNERAL?
Music of the Night by Ramin Karimloo
WHAT IS YOUR HOBBY/INTERESTS?
Hamster Dance (..... No comment)
WHAT IS YOUR BIGGEST SECRET?
The Point of No Return from Phantom of the Opera
WHAT DO YOU THINK OF YOUR FRIENDS?
Tonight Tonight by Hot Chelle Rae
WHAT'S THE WORST THING THAT COULD HAPPEN?
The Best Day by Taylor Swift (That seriously is messed up...)
HOW WILL YOU DIE?
Party in the CIA (I don't know who the song is by but its a spoof of Party in the USA and I love it)
WHAT'S THE ONE THING YOU REGRET?
Need you Now by Lady Antebllum
WHAT MAKES YOU LAUGH?
Glad you Came by the Wanted
WHAT MAKES YOU CRY?
Back to December by Taylor Swift
WILL YOU EVER GET MARRIED?
Look with your Heart from Love Never Dies
WHAT SCARES YOU THE MOST?
Hakuna Matata from the lion king (I should tell you that these Disney songs are on my ipod just to make people laugh when I spot a good moment to play them)
DOES ANYONE LIKE YOU?
Superman by Taylor Swift (See? Superman likes me lol)
IF YOU COULD GO BACK IN TIME, WHAT WOULD YOU CHANGE?
If this was a Movie by Taylor Swift
WHAT HURTS RIGHT NOW?
Long Live by Taylor Swift
WHAT DO YOU MOST OFTEN EXCLAIM?
Secret by the Pierces
WHERE IS PARADISE?
Dollhouse by Priscilla Renea
WHAT DID YOU FIRST SAY AS A BABY?
Calling all the Monsters by China Anne McClain (.... no comment...)
IF YOU HAD A PET, WHAT WOULD YOU NAME IT?
Fearless by Taylor Swift
WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE SIGHT TO SEE?
Determinate by Lemonade Mouth
WHAT MAKES YOU GAG?
Addicted by Kelly Clarkson (I've never even listened to this before...)
WHAT ARE YOU BEST AT?
Breathe by Taylor Swift
IF YOU WROTE A BOOK, WHAT WOULD YOU CALL IT?
The Game is On from SHERLOCK (Soundtrack from the TV series)
WHAT DID YOU WISH FOR LAST?
Devil Take the Hindmost from Love Never Dies
WHAT WOULD YOUR SUPERHERO NAME BE?
Popular from the broadway musical Wicked (HA!)
HOW SOON WILL THIS BE OVER?Mary's Song (Oh my my my) by Taylor Swift
WHERE ARE YOU SITTING?
She Wolf by Shakira
WHAT DO YOU MOST HATE?
No one Mourns the Wicked from Wicked
WHAT DO YOU MOST LOVE?
Mayberry bt Rascal Flatts
WHAT IS YOUR SECRET NAME?
Rolling in the Deep by Adele
WHAT WILL YOU POST THIS AS? For Good from Wicked
Some of the anwsers were really really funny.. I enjoyed that. Thanks to my good friend Sam for posting this!
IF SOMEONE SAYS "THIS IS OKAY" YOU SAY:
Eyes of a Child by Ramin Karimloo
WHAT WOULD BEST DESCRIBE YOUR PERSONALITY?
Who say's by Selena Gomez
WHAT DO YOU LIKE IN A GUY?
Tik Tok by Ke$ha (... Lol... Okkkkk)
WHAT IS YOUR LIFE'S PURPOSE?
As long as your mine from the broadway musical Wicked
WHAT IS YOUR MOTTO?
Mean by Taylor Swift
WHAT DO YOUR FRIENDS THINK OF YOU?
You Lie by The Band Perry (??? lol that's wrong.. my ipod is doing this on purpose)
WHAT DO YOU THINK ABOUT VERY OFTEN?
Tear drops on my Guitar by Taylor Swift (I'm not emo, I swear lol)
WHAT IS 2+2?
Hot n Cold by Katie Perry
WHAT DO YOU THINK OF YOUR BEST FRIEND?
Stuck like Glue by Sugarland (I had to do this one over because Em would kill me if she read this and it said 'A sentimental man from the broadway musical Wicked')
WHAT DO YOU THINK OF A PERSON YOU LIKE?
Dynamite by Taio Cruz
WHAT IS YOUR LIFE STORY?
Starships by Nicki Minaj
WHAT DO YOU WANT TO BE WHEN YOU GROW UP?
E.T. by Katie Perry
WHAT DO YOU THINK WHEN YOU SEE A PERSON YOU LIKE?
Put your Hearts up by Ariana Grande
WHAT DO YOUR PARENTS THINK OF YOU?
Haunted (Acoustic) by Taylor Swift
WHAT WILL YOU DANCE TO AT YOUR WEDDING?
Impossible by Shontelle (Ummm probably not..)
WHAT WILL THEY PLAY AT YOUR FUNERAL?
Music of the Night by Ramin Karimloo
WHAT IS YOUR HOBBY/INTERESTS?
Hamster Dance (..... No comment)
WHAT IS YOUR BIGGEST SECRET?
The Point of No Return from Phantom of the Opera
WHAT DO YOU THINK OF YOUR FRIENDS?
Tonight Tonight by Hot Chelle Rae
WHAT'S THE WORST THING THAT COULD HAPPEN?
The Best Day by Taylor Swift (That seriously is messed up...)
HOW WILL YOU DIE?
Party in the CIA (I don't know who the song is by but its a spoof of Party in the USA and I love it)
WHAT'S THE ONE THING YOU REGRET?
Need you Now by Lady Antebllum
WHAT MAKES YOU LAUGH?
Glad you Came by the Wanted
WHAT MAKES YOU CRY?
Back to December by Taylor Swift
WILL YOU EVER GET MARRIED?
Look with your Heart from Love Never Dies
WHAT SCARES YOU THE MOST?
Hakuna Matata from the lion king (I should tell you that these Disney songs are on my ipod just to make people laugh when I spot a good moment to play them)
DOES ANYONE LIKE YOU?
Superman by Taylor Swift (See? Superman likes me lol)
IF YOU COULD GO BACK IN TIME, WHAT WOULD YOU CHANGE?
If this was a Movie by Taylor Swift
WHAT HURTS RIGHT NOW?
Long Live by Taylor Swift
WHAT DO YOU MOST OFTEN EXCLAIM?
Secret by the Pierces
WHERE IS PARADISE?
Dollhouse by Priscilla Renea
WHAT DID YOU FIRST SAY AS A BABY?
Calling all the Monsters by China Anne McClain (.... no comment...)
IF YOU HAD A PET, WHAT WOULD YOU NAME IT?
Fearless by Taylor Swift
WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE SIGHT TO SEE?
Determinate by Lemonade Mouth
WHAT MAKES YOU GAG?
Addicted by Kelly Clarkson (I've never even listened to this before...)
WHAT ARE YOU BEST AT?
Breathe by Taylor Swift
IF YOU WROTE A BOOK, WHAT WOULD YOU CALL IT?
The Game is On from SHERLOCK (Soundtrack from the TV series)
WHAT DID YOU WISH FOR LAST?
Devil Take the Hindmost from Love Never Dies
WHAT WOULD YOUR SUPERHERO NAME BE?
Popular from the broadway musical Wicked (HA!)
HOW SOON WILL THIS BE OVER?Mary's Song (Oh my my my) by Taylor Swift
WHERE ARE YOU SITTING?
She Wolf by Shakira
WHAT DO YOU MOST HATE?
No one Mourns the Wicked from Wicked
WHAT DO YOU MOST LOVE?
Mayberry bt Rascal Flatts
WHAT IS YOUR SECRET NAME?
Rolling in the Deep by Adele
WHAT WILL YOU POST THIS AS? For Good from Wicked
Some of the anwsers were really really funny.. I enjoyed that. Thanks to my good friend Sam for posting this!
Tuesday, August 14, 2012
How my Friend and I lost a Creek on One of the Hottest Days of the Year
Hey there all you Mystery fans and you, Chuck the invisible clown. It's been a few days since my last post, sorry about that.
It's been really really hot. Plus I couldn't think of anything to write about till a few minutes ago. It happened a few weeks ago. Right at the beginning of summer. It was still hot. I went to my friends house. (To hide her identity lets call her Jess.) Anyway, Jess is this really sweet country girl who shares my love of hiking and being outside. She decided she had to take me to the creek a few miles away. Since it was a hot day and it wasn't that far, or so I thought at the time, we grabbed some water and snacks and headed on our way.
We biked about 3 miles or so then turned down a dirt road which turns out to be someones drive way. The conversation kind of went like this,
Me: "Who's house is this?"
Her: "Mr. ***** (I don't remember his name.)"
Me: "Are we going to get shot?"
Her: "No Crystal. They are nice people. They aren't going to shoot us."
Me: "How sure are you? Because this seriously looks like we are in a scene from a horror movie. I can see it now, Two girls riding their bikes through the woods. A man with an axe runs out and tries to kill them. But one girl jumps off her bike and starts beating him with it till he runs away crying..."
Her: "I seriously doubt that you can beat a killer off with that bike."
Me: "Me? I was talking about you. I'm gonna get that axe away from him... Or just run away."
Her: "Why don't we both just run away?"
Me: "Cause your going to sacrifice yourself to save your friend. Little children will sing songs about how brave you were. And I will write a best selling book about you. See? It all works out in the end!"
Her: "Except I'll be dead."
Me: "Why must you look on the bad side of things?"
After leaving our bikes near Mr. *****'s house, we started back into the woods. This is when Jess said,
"I think it's this way."
NOTICE: She said THINK. We went that way. There was nothing there. We turned around and went the other way. More nothing. After an hour we see people. After scaring them, because it was 100 degrees or over that day and we had been walking through the woods for an hour... we looked like monsters, we asked them for directions. He told us there should be a trail behind Mr. ****'s house that would lead us to the creek. We thanked him and left.
Back at Mr. ****'s house we looked for another hour for this trail... We were almost out of water and we still had a long way to go. So we tried knocking on their door. Nothing. We seen a very nice welcoming water hose. They won't notice if we fill our bottles up. We found the end of the hose and Jess held it out, I turned it on. It spit out mud and leaves. We thought "Oh it just hasn't been used in a while.." We were wrong. Piles of leaves and green water came out. After a few minutes she remembered that some of the people had their hoses hooked up to a nearby pond. We gave up on the water. We finally just sat on his back porch and sadly ate our snack. She finally called her Dad who gave us more directions. After 30 more minutes he called us back telling us supper was ready. We went back to her house and collapsed in the floor. Her parents starred at us: Muddy, smelly, twigs in our hair (Who knows what else!), and tired. Her Dad was confused how we couldn't find it so he went over the directions with Jess again:
Him: "You went three miles to the big curve in the road?
Her: "Yes."
Him: "Now tell me what else did you do?"
Her: "We went to the dirt road and went straight and-"
Him: "What? Why did you go straight? You're suppose to take a left."
Her: "But we were at Mr.*****'s house!"
Him: "No... Jess, who's house did you go to? You know what Mr. ****'s looks like."
Her: "They looked similar. Ok?"
Me: "So now how sure are you that we wouldn't be shot?"
So we took baths and ate. After our big adventure we didn't feel like staying up late or doing much of anything. But we did play twister with her little brother.
The next morning we decided to try again really quick before my ride got there, since I've yet to get my licence. We took the left this time. And we found it within 20 minutes or so. But we couldn't stay long. We got back to the main road as my ride got there. we waved him down and put the bikes in the back. He tried not to laugh to hard as I told him what happened. After we dropped Jess off and got my bag, we went to eat sushi. And that is how I got lost in the woods on one of the hottest days of the year.
It's been really really hot. Plus I couldn't think of anything to write about till a few minutes ago. It happened a few weeks ago. Right at the beginning of summer. It was still hot. I went to my friends house. (To hide her identity lets call her Jess.) Anyway, Jess is this really sweet country girl who shares my love of hiking and being outside. She decided she had to take me to the creek a few miles away. Since it was a hot day and it wasn't that far, or so I thought at the time, we grabbed some water and snacks and headed on our way.
We biked about 3 miles or so then turned down a dirt road which turns out to be someones drive way. The conversation kind of went like this,
Me: "Who's house is this?"
Her: "Mr. ***** (I don't remember his name.)"
Me: "Are we going to get shot?"
Her: "No Crystal. They are nice people. They aren't going to shoot us."
Me: "How sure are you? Because this seriously looks like we are in a scene from a horror movie. I can see it now, Two girls riding their bikes through the woods. A man with an axe runs out and tries to kill them. But one girl jumps off her bike and starts beating him with it till he runs away crying..."
Her: "I seriously doubt that you can beat a killer off with that bike."
Me: "Me? I was talking about you. I'm gonna get that axe away from him... Or just run away."
Her: "Why don't we both just run away?"
Me: "Cause your going to sacrifice yourself to save your friend. Little children will sing songs about how brave you were. And I will write a best selling book about you. See? It all works out in the end!"
Her: "Except I'll be dead."
Me: "Why must you look on the bad side of things?"
After leaving our bikes near Mr. *****'s house, we started back into the woods. This is when Jess said,
"I think it's this way."
NOTICE: She said THINK. We went that way. There was nothing there. We turned around and went the other way. More nothing. After an hour we see people. After scaring them, because it was 100 degrees or over that day and we had been walking through the woods for an hour... we looked like monsters, we asked them for directions. He told us there should be a trail behind Mr. ****'s house that would lead us to the creek. We thanked him and left.
Back at Mr. ****'s house we looked for another hour for this trail... We were almost out of water and we still had a long way to go. So we tried knocking on their door. Nothing. We seen a very nice welcoming water hose. They won't notice if we fill our bottles up. We found the end of the hose and Jess held it out, I turned it on. It spit out mud and leaves. We thought "Oh it just hasn't been used in a while.." We were wrong. Piles of leaves and green water came out. After a few minutes she remembered that some of the people had their hoses hooked up to a nearby pond. We gave up on the water. We finally just sat on his back porch and sadly ate our snack. She finally called her Dad who gave us more directions. After 30 more minutes he called us back telling us supper was ready. We went back to her house and collapsed in the floor. Her parents starred at us: Muddy, smelly, twigs in our hair (Who knows what else!), and tired. Her Dad was confused how we couldn't find it so he went over the directions with Jess again:
Him: "You went three miles to the big curve in the road?
Her: "Yes."
Him: "Now tell me what else did you do?"
Her: "We went to the dirt road and went straight and-"
Him: "What? Why did you go straight? You're suppose to take a left."
Her: "But we were at Mr.*****'s house!"
Him: "No... Jess, who's house did you go to? You know what Mr. ****'s looks like."
Her: "They looked similar. Ok?"
Me: "So now how sure are you that we wouldn't be shot?"
So we took baths and ate. After our big adventure we didn't feel like staying up late or doing much of anything. But we did play twister with her little brother.
The next morning we decided to try again really quick before my ride got there, since I've yet to get my licence. We took the left this time. And we found it within 20 minutes or so. But we couldn't stay long. We got back to the main road as my ride got there. we waved him down and put the bikes in the back. He tried not to laugh to hard as I told him what happened. After we dropped Jess off and got my bag, we went to eat sushi. And that is how I got lost in the woods on one of the hottest days of the year.
Thursday, August 9, 2012
3 Reasons Why I Think My Cat is Evil
A few weeks ago I adopted a kitten. He was so cute and sweet. I took him inside because I also have huge rottweilers outside. Anyway so he has become an inside cat. The last few days though he has become so devious, I have come the conclusion that he is evil.
Reason #1:
Last week I was sick, so I got to stay in my room and watch movies all day. I put on Sherlock Holmes: Game of Shadows. By the end of the movie I was asleep in my chair. Cat was on my bed asleep. I don't know how long I had been asleep but I was woken up by a loud crash. I turned around to find my desk chair on the floor... with a leg broken off. I have no clue how he did it. He doesn't weigh a pound!
Reason #2:
Monday night I was once again in my room watching TV and texting people out of boredom. I didn't even know he was in the room. All of the sudden I hear glass shatter inches from my head.
I don't know what you would do if that happened to you but I grabbed the nearest weapon and was ready for my attacker. Of course it was him. He had broken one of my moms good glasses. And since my door makes noise when it opens I have no clue how he got in.
Reason #3:
He has a Hitler mustache. I'm not kidding.
And so I think I have a pretty strong case against him... I'll have to stay on guard till i figure out his master plan...
Reason #1:
Last week I was sick, so I got to stay in my room and watch movies all day. I put on Sherlock Holmes: Game of Shadows. By the end of the movie I was asleep in my chair. Cat was on my bed asleep. I don't know how long I had been asleep but I was woken up by a loud crash. I turned around to find my desk chair on the floor... with a leg broken off. I have no clue how he did it. He doesn't weigh a pound!
Reason #2:
Monday night I was once again in my room watching TV and texting people out of boredom. I didn't even know he was in the room. All of the sudden I hear glass shatter inches from my head.
I don't know what you would do if that happened to you but I grabbed the nearest weapon and was ready for my attacker. Of course it was him. He had broken one of my moms good glasses. And since my door makes noise when it opens I have no clue how he got in.
Reason #3:
He has a Hitler mustache. I'm not kidding.
And so I think I have a pretty strong case against him... I'll have to stay on guard till i figure out his master plan...
Wednesday, August 8, 2012
Liar Liar
Every kid has told a story to their parents or other figure of authority. Mine were just a little... well out there.. Here's a few of my personal favorites:
I Fell Out of a Tree
When I was around 10, my favorite thing to do was sneak over into the neighbors cow field with my friends. Never when the cows were there and we never ventured an inch over ten feet. One day the owner of the field started to drive up. My two friends and I ran as fast as we could back to the barbwire fence and jumped through.
Since they had long pants on they didn't get cut, I on the other hand was wearing a skirt. I sliced open my leg. Not really noticing, or caring, I went back to the house. As soon as we walked in my Mom asked what had happend... I clearly remember saying "I fell out of a tree. The limb broke and I fell like almost into the creek." <<<< This is not even close to a good lie since there are NO TREES NEAR THE CREEK.
It Was a Ninja
I was probably 8 or 9 when this happend... I was throwing my superball against the side of the house and I ended up braking my sisters window. She looked out and seen me so she went and got my mother.. When she arrived at the scene of the crime I was laying on the ground groaning dramaticly. She asked what happend and I kid you not my answer was this.
"It was a ninja! I tried ot fight him but you can't see him. He's standing right there."
Of course she didn't believe me.
The Dog Tried to Eat my Homework
This one is one of the lies that was the slightest bit true. I thought it would be great to do my homework leaning out of my sisters window. (this was right before I broke it.) Every now and then I'd call my dog over and go "Oops!" then through my math out. He wasn't the brightest... He looked at the paper then back up at me. Nothing. I jumped out of the window. (it was only a few feet down and I knew I could climb back up) I waved my math infront of his face. Nothing. I tried to coat it in dog food. Still nothing. Finally I waited for him to start panting and shoved it in. Of course he spit it out. The next morning I walked up to my teacher and handed her the unfinished math. She looked really confused.
"I have this huge dog. I was sitting outside doing my homework and he ran up and grabbed my math and ran off. I chased him forever trying to get it back. He hid it in his food dish...." Then I pouted and blinked at her. In her defence I've never looked my age. I've always looked a few years younger. So if this adorable little girl walks up sniffling about how she fought her dog to retrieve her homework for you, your gonna tell her it's ok... But I did have to redo that homework.
I Fell Out of a Tree
When I was around 10, my favorite thing to do was sneak over into the neighbors cow field with my friends. Never when the cows were there and we never ventured an inch over ten feet. One day the owner of the field started to drive up. My two friends and I ran as fast as we could back to the barbwire fence and jumped through.
Since they had long pants on they didn't get cut, I on the other hand was wearing a skirt. I sliced open my leg. Not really noticing, or caring, I went back to the house. As soon as we walked in my Mom asked what had happend... I clearly remember saying "I fell out of a tree. The limb broke and I fell like almost into the creek." <<<< This is not even close to a good lie since there are NO TREES NEAR THE CREEK.
It Was a Ninja
I was probably 8 or 9 when this happend... I was throwing my superball against the side of the house and I ended up braking my sisters window. She looked out and seen me so she went and got my mother.. When she arrived at the scene of the crime I was laying on the ground groaning dramaticly. She asked what happend and I kid you not my answer was this.
"It was a ninja! I tried ot fight him but you can't see him. He's standing right there."
Of course she didn't believe me.
The Dog Tried to Eat my Homework
This one is one of the lies that was the slightest bit true. I thought it would be great to do my homework leaning out of my sisters window. (this was right before I broke it.) Every now and then I'd call my dog over and go "Oops!" then through my math out. He wasn't the brightest... He looked at the paper then back up at me. Nothing. I jumped out of the window. (it was only a few feet down and I knew I could climb back up) I waved my math infront of his face. Nothing. I tried to coat it in dog food. Still nothing. Finally I waited for him to start panting and shoved it in. Of course he spit it out. The next morning I walked up to my teacher and handed her the unfinished math. She looked really confused.
"I have this huge dog. I was sitting outside doing my homework and he ran up and grabbed my math and ran off. I chased him forever trying to get it back. He hid it in his food dish...." Then I pouted and blinked at her. In her defence I've never looked my age. I've always looked a few years younger. So if this adorable little girl walks up sniffling about how she fought her dog to retrieve her homework for you, your gonna tell her it's ok... But I did have to redo that homework.
Tuesday, August 7, 2012
Clothes Monster
I hate laundry day. When I was in my old room I would just leave my clothes in the basket and dig through them when I needed them. This slowly became a problem. Before I knew it I was fighting the pile to get my outfit of the day. One morning it finally dawned on me... I had created a monster. Being a little kid with a wild imagination, I declared war on the beast.
This, however, was not a good idea. I tried to think of ways to get rid of the clothes monster. I tried moving inside my closet and shutting the door but this only made it worse. It would fall out on top of me when I would open the door.
After more failed attempts I finally knew what I had to do. Though I knew how horrible it would be I simply must do it.
I had to put up my clothes.
I'll spare you the grim details, but I will say it took three hours. And ever since then, I have always put up my clothes. (Good lesson for kids who hate cleaning their rooms)
Later Mystery Fans
This, however, was not a good idea. I tried to think of ways to get rid of the clothes monster. I tried moving inside my closet and shutting the door but this only made it worse. It would fall out on top of me when I would open the door.
After more failed attempts I finally knew what I had to do. Though I knew how horrible it would be I simply must do it.
I had to put up my clothes.
I'll spare you the grim details, but I will say it took three hours. And ever since then, I have always put up my clothes. (Good lesson for kids who hate cleaning their rooms)
Later Mystery Fans
Monday, August 6, 2012
Creepy Dogs
So my mom has two little pomeranians that look almost exactly the same. They are cute at times but at others they are loud and very annoying. They've become the babies of the family. My parents talk to them all the time like they are people. Strangely the dogs act like they understand them. It's so weird. But that's not the creepy part.
Have you ever felt like you were being watched? Just that feeling of eyes on you makes you uneasy? Well it happens a lot to me. So much that I'm used to it. You see these dogs are really quiet when they want to be. Have you ever seen the Steven King movie with the two little girls in the creepy hotel? I don't know the name but that's how these dogs are. I'll be in my room putting up clothes and turn around and there they are. Just sitting side by side blinking at me. Even though the door was shut and it makes noise when you open it slightly, I have no clue how they do it. Or I'll be cooking something and look down and they are right there blinking at me. It's so spooky.. When I mention this to my parents they shrug it off.
But I know, these dogs are out to get me. It's only a matter of time before they strike.
Wish me luck Mystery Fans.
Have you ever felt like you were being watched? Just that feeling of eyes on you makes you uneasy? Well it happens a lot to me. So much that I'm used to it. You see these dogs are really quiet when they want to be. Have you ever seen the Steven King movie with the two little girls in the creepy hotel? I don't know the name but that's how these dogs are. I'll be in my room putting up clothes and turn around and there they are. Just sitting side by side blinking at me. Even though the door was shut and it makes noise when you open it slightly, I have no clue how they do it. Or I'll be cooking something and look down and they are right there blinking at me. It's so spooky.. When I mention this to my parents they shrug it off.
But I know, these dogs are out to get me. It's only a matter of time before they strike.
Wish me luck Mystery Fans.
Sunday, August 5, 2012
Are you Scared of the Dark?
Everyone has at one time been scared of the dark. Face it. The other night I was fast asleep when I heard something very strange outside my window. It was around 3am when I heard something scream. I thought it was the annoying neighbors but this sounded less human the more I listened. I went over a list of animals in my head that it could be. None matched that sound. So like any good sleuth (or insane person) I grabbed my flashlight and went to investigate. After looking around a while I thought I might had scared it away, that's when I heard it again. I spun around I found nothing. Just a few trees. I looked up and searched the limbs and found the culprit. A large owl was sitting on one of the higher limbs. It blinked at me for a moment then flew away, disappearing into the night. I admit I was a little spooked. I had no idea we had owls near our house. Now that I know I can try to sleep more... without the midnight strolls.
Good night Mystery fans
Good night Mystery fans
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