My Right Arm is Charred to Perfection (sorta.....)

Many people would describe my skin color as "white". I consider myself more as a"translucent". Anyway, I'm going to Palm Springs on vacation later this summer and will most likely "roast" if I don't get somewhat of a tan. My dad suggested(even though he is more translucent than I am) that I go outside everyday and sit and tan. Well, that worked out well. The first time I do this, I wear like SPF 1 million and still manage to get sunburnt, but only on my left leg. WHAT THE HECK?! Why does this stuff happen to me?! What did I ever do?! Then, just as my leg burn was beginning to fade, I went to my brother's baseball game and got sunburnt AGAIN!

This time it was only on my right upper arm and my knees and shins. I look like a blotchy tomato:(

If only I looked this good........and happy.

For some reason the sunburn on my arm hurts the most and is the most aggravated by far. When it fades I'll be left with only one tan arm. This sure does suck. Then I'll be a blotchy rotten tomato. This is what I get for trying to get a tan. People who are as translucent as I am shouldn't tan without  SPF 1 million and 2. That defeats the purpose of tanning, but at least I won't get skin cancer(no guarantee after this sunburn though....)

A More Efficient Way to Kill Spiders>:)

We all have "irrational" fears in our lives. I'm here to tell you that my fear is perfectly RATIONAL. I hate spiders! I can't stand them at all! Whenever I see one crawling around I often react something like this: 

*You're welcome for the free advertising by the way:)*

However accurate this commercial is relating to my feelings about spiders, the man who "killed" it with his shoe took the easy way out. I have a much more efficient(if not efficient, entertaining?)way to kill spiders. The following story shows a great use of household items to bring about a spider's death:) 

It is past eleven o'clock at night and everyone in my house is awake except for my mom. My dad is watching TV downstairs, my grandma is brushing her teeth, and my brother and I are messing around trying to kill a freaking spider. 

I first noticed the the spider on the ceiling in my bathroom and let out a little whimper. I yelled downstairs and asked my dad if he would kill it for me. He just told me not to worry about it and get ready for bed. Of course, it would have been easy for me to "forget about it" if I wasn't afraid of it coming into my room and eating me in my sleep.

I then recruited my brother to help me kill the darn thing. We tried tennis balls at first; throwing them at the ceiling.You would think we would just reach up and squish it, considering we are both tall for our ages. NO! That would just be too easy. Our aim was always messed up with the tennis balls and my dad started yelling at us because my mom was asleep and we had already succeeded in waking up my grandma.

This was seriously "man VS nature" .  Our grandma was the next person to get involved in the project. She suggested we just take a shoe and squish it. Both my brother and I refused because we didn't want spider guts all over our shoe(believe me, this thing was juicy looking). Our methods got more and more scientific. We got scotch tape, a baseball bat, and some toilet paper. Oh yes, this meant war!

During this whole bazaar event, my grandma watched as we taped the toilet paper on the baseball bat and on the count of three squished the spider with the tip of the bat. It was still twitching when we flushed it down the toilet.(Of course, I got the "honorable" job of removing the toilet paper and spider from the bat. Oh joy.) Needless to say the spider was finally dead and I could go to sleep finally without the worry of the spider crawling into my room at night.

Moral of the Story: To all spiders, don't mess with my family or we will beat the crap out of you with a baseball bat >:)

Would a Pregnant Camel Have EXTRA Humps?

Hey there, nobody! It's been a while since my last post and that's because my life is incredibly busy. Well...not really. I'm just enjoying summer like any high schooler would. Because I have had so much free time, it leaves me time to think about the world in a better perspective....ready for it.....

Ya gotta love Spongebob! But I digress.........The purpose of this post was to discuss something important! Something that is definitely  important in our everyday lives. CAMELS!

Anyway, I was thinking, what if a camel was pregnant? Would that give it an "underbelly hump"? I was determined to find out and I found the following pictures:  

(keep in mind these are dromedary camels= 1 hump normally)

I must say that I am entirely disappointed! Why? 

First of all, I couldn't find a picture of a pregnant bactrian camel(2 humps). Well, these dromedaries will have to suffice. Second of all, these camels are bulging out and not down like I thought. (Something gravity can't conquer I guess.....) Therefore, camels don't have extra humps like I thought they would when pregnant........ I guess that a camel with more than 2 humps is something that you just can't find in nature:( Not that you can find it a experimental lab somewhere either.......But who knows? It's a crazy day and age that we live in. Oh well, the sides of these camels are quite enlarged, so in a way they are like side humps:D

Educating people about pregnant camels is all in a half an hours work:D 

Umlaut Faces! (pronounced ˈoŏmˌlout)

The other day I was reading a random book when I stumbled upon an UMLAUT! For those of you who don't know, umlauts are the two dots over various vowels. The one that is most interesting to me is the umlaut letter "U".

Ü

WHY? Just look at the umlaut-ie goodness:D Doesn't this one look like the cutest smiley face ever?!!! Of course it does!

Ö

Take a look at this umlaut face. It looks surprised! How awesome is that?!

Ÿ  Ä  Ë  Ï  ë  ä  ï  ö  ü  ÿ Umlaut party!

They all look like little faces. Call me crazy, but I think that is pretty darn cool. Grammar/spelling  can be fun if you look at boring letters in abstract ways! I just noticed these "umlaut faces" when I was reading and that made my day :D

Awkward Glances...AGs

I'm one of those people that tend to stare off into space when I'm thinking...or not:D Most of the time this happens at school when I'm bored, tired, or I can't figure something out. If you are a dreamer, like me, then this has probably happened to you.

Last year, I was just looking around my classroom, kinda looking through the people and objects surrounding me, not really at them. Then, I accidentally caught the eye of another bored student looking around. We held each other's gaze for about 2-3 seconds. However brief that exchange was, it was so darn awkward and somewhat embarrassing...... 

Afterwards, I told my friend about it and we came up with the name "Awkward Glances", or "AGs" for short. This term we made up just describes the whole weird vibe you get after and one of those awkward glances.

I now realize why awkward glances are so....well awkward! Here are some reasons:

1. When a guy and a girl accidentally catch each other's eye it makes them all spazzy(NOT snazzy, you dumb dictionary). Why? Because they are both thinking: "OMG!!!!!!! He/she just looked at me! That must mean they have a crush on me!" This will cause the two people to be constantly glancing at the other person to see if they are looking at them. Don't they realize that the more they look, the more it may seem like they like that person?! Why get all hormonal about it when really nothing actually happened? High school is so annoying sometimes....

2. When two girls look at each other, it is most likely because they are checking out the other person's outfit and what not. They kinda give the up-down sweeping look(I call it "elevator eyes"), deciding whether or not they approve of you and its pretty awkward. 

3. I can't even pretend to know what guys are thinking when they catch each other's eye. Maybe it's something like "Hey, what are you lookin' at?" ?

4. I hate it when you feel like someone is watching you from across the room and you turn around and catch their eye. However, I can say that it is somewhat satisfying to catch them in the act and be like "What? Why are you staring at me?":)

Anyways, I have learned not to care anymore. I honestly don't care what other people think, and I'm happy in my own day-dreamy kind of world:D 

NOTE: By day-dreamy,  I don't mean drug induced:)

So This Is What Socialites Are Like

Yesterday night I had the most riveting experience of going to see a play based on one of my favorite Jane Austin novels: Emma. For those of you who are not familiar with this novel, it is about a young woman who tries to be a matchmaker and in the process falls in love herself. Oh the classic romantic comedy! 


The play was wonderful! I felt like such a socialite; going out for a night on the town:D However, I was surprised to find that other theater patrons were not what I expected at all. 


The first I will mention was a particularly distracting man who was entering the theater in front of me. He wasn't distracting because he was loud or annoying, but because his sweater was. In a word, it was obnoxious. In two words, I would sum it up as "Fruit Loops". I felt myself actually getting dizzy from the rainbow throw-up colors and psychedelic pattern. I thought I was going to fall down the stairs as I was descending into the theater. Seriously, my retinas are still recovering.

The next distraction I will mention, was a man sitting next to me during the play. He was somewhat heavy- set and definitely middle aged, and seemed to be having difficulty breathing. At first I felt sorry for him because every so often he would start to cough. However, my compassion didn't last and quickly morphed into distaste. I really wanted to hear this play and felt very annoyed by this man's heavy breathing. He seriously needed to blow his nose or something. Every time there would be a quiet scene in the play I would hear his congested breathing over the actors lines, but felt relieved every time an actor would start singing or the music got louder to cover up this irritating sound. He would make Darth Vader  proud.

The final distracting person was nothing compared to the others, but I feel compelled to write about it anyway. There was a man sitting in front of me with what my mom described as a "big pouffy hair style" because he kept getting in her line of sight. Although he was never in my way, there was something else irritating he did. He kept reaching into a bag of peanut m&ms and rattling the wrapper. This is not a movie theater, they do not allow food/beverages inside, so he was trying to eat these very discreetly, but epically failing. It got to a point where I was wondering how long it would take for someone (whether they worked there or not) to come over and tell him to shut up. Thankfully, there were only so many m&ms in that package. Thank you m&m manufacturers for skimping on the number of peanut m&ms in each package!

Despite these people, my overall experience was enjoyable and one that I will never forget!(How clichéd is that ending:D)

My QUITE Euphoric Epiphany

I was sitting around my house yesterday when............I HAD A MOST EUPHORIC EPIPHANY!!!! Read on, unless someone spoiled the ending for you....I hate when people do that!>:o SO, my original intention for this blog was for it to be entertaining and made up of coherent sentences..... I have now realized that entertainment+coherent sentences= slave labor. I already have too much homework that involves writing with correct grammar, and good vocabulary, and a bunch of other stuff that makes me SICK! Haha, just kidding(or was I...still to be determined...). Seriously now, why bother? 

This is just for fun and to share my opinion with the world!(ya, like anyone besides my friends are reading this:D) So for all you grammar snobs out there, I apologize in advance for what future blog posts may contain, but I have officially stopped caring. 

My new philosophy on this whole thing is: Have more fun blogging, care less about whether or not this stuff makes sense:D Muahahahahaha! >:) Evil (kind of insane) smiley face. Yes, the laughter was necessary! 

THE END! (Although I'll probably end up updating this...)

My Immortal Goldfish

Almost two years ago, my brother bought a pet goldfish because he thought it was unfair that I got one for a science project. He named his tiger and put it in the same tank as my goldfish. Within days my goldfish was lifelessly floating on the top of the water, "belly-up".

I just don't understand it! This fish has survived for so long, I'm seriously considering the fact that he may be immortal...........but, you be the judge: 

 The water in our fish tank maybe gets cleaned once every two to three weeks, so as you can imagine, it builds up a lot of fish crap. Any regular goldfish would die, wouldn't it? Tiger eats twice a day a large pinch of food(which explains all the fish poop), and he seems to be getting larger and larger! I wonder....if I put him in my bathtub, will he get humongous?! If so, I can hardly say that would surprise me. 

He has even survived under harsher circumstances than just dirty water. You see, our electrical outlet in the kitchen has two plugs in it: the fish tank, and the phone. I unplugged the fish tank to open a can of soup with the can opener, but forgot to re-plug the fish tank. Whoops....

Unfortunately, I didn't realize this until the day afterwards when I came home from school and Tiger was floating at the top of the tank, barely moving. But don't call me a goldfish murderer, because we changed the water in the tank and plugged it back in. Tiger lived on. 

Now he is still living happily in the fish tank in our kitchen. However, he freaks us out every now and then when he stops moving and floats near the top of the water. I think this is a after-effect of his near-death experience.............

All I can say is that Tiger lives on as a crazy (immortal) goldfish.


Update:  I just read online(yes, from a reliable source you picky people), that goldfish can remember things for up to three months, and they have emotions!Aw crap.......I'm sorry I almost killed you Tiger!

 Fin.(Literally!:D)

CHOCOLATE-The Food of Life

"CHOCOLATE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" was the only thought going through my mind earlier today when I was eating a rather delicious chocolate chip cookie:D

This got me thinking: Life depends on chocolate. Don't believe me? Well then, READ ON my skeptical friends!

Reasons Chocolate is Essential to Life:
1. When looking at a menu at a restaurant, do you ever see a dessert section with the absence of chocolate?    I think not.

2. What is one of the most popular ice cream flavors in the world? Chocolate!

3. On Valentines Day, most boyfriends give the two most generic items: flowers and.........wait for it.....chocolate!

4. If you refuse to drink coffee(like me) and absolutely have nothing else as a pick-me-up, most will resort to chocolate!

5. I have suddenly gotten bored of thinking of reasons, as there are endless possibilities, so chocolate!


I think I have made my point, but just to be even more redundant: CHOCOLATE!!!!

Middle School Band Injustice

I found inspiration for a post this afternoon when I heard my little brother practicing his trumpet. He is currently in 6th grade and has the same teacher I did, yet he plays much harder songs! What is wrong here?!

When I was in 6th grade I had a "encouraging" experience. It began when I had my first middle school band concert. As you can imagine, our teacher played it up like it was such a big deal. We were all just as excited as nervous as we waited for our teacher to give us the OK to begin playing.

A few minutes later, our teacher gave the introduction for our first song "One Note Tune", which consisted of a single whole note played in unison by the whole band. We played our rather short song(if you can even call it that) and expected a thunderous round of applause by our parents and supporters. All we got was a couple of unsure looks and awkward slow claps. The audience wasn't sure whether we were warming up, resting for a couple of measures, or simply restarting the song, until our teacher said "And that was our first song!".

What an embarrassment the whole thing was, and here my brother is playing away his complex songs made of more than just whole notes, half notes, and quarter notes. Man how times have changed........but my trumpet playing goes on, despite this experience:D

Howdy Internet:D

WHOA! Finally my own blog....This is the first time I can finally say that I have actually used something other than email to communicate. With no Facebook or Twitter, a blog is a big step towards me becoming internet addicted:D

As of right now I am still unsure as to what this will even be about(still dazed about my new blog). However, I hope it will become something that will bring a smile, or even a few laughs to a readers day. Who knows, maybe I will actually be lucky enough to have more than 10 people read this blog! (Please read this!) I think I have expressed my overall amazement and excitement by now.

Well, I'm off to ponder some more what to post about. So all I can say for now is: HOWDY INTERNET!!!!