Walk this way

Well, it appears that someone thinks I update my blog about as quickly as a snail, so tonight, we shall be fixing that problem. Are you ready?

(By the way, that person aforementioned will remain nameless, for what ever reason.)



(It was Heather.)

Aaaaaaaaaaanyway, blog. Blog blog blog. Ok, well let's start with what a blog is. Something that you write little thoughts and quips, and sometimes large rants and epic stories. But do you do it to release those darn tempestuous thought drifting through your cranium, or do you write in hopes that someone will read it and comment and make you feel like you are more than just a subatomic particle in a grain of sand on an infinite beach? (Thank you, Calvin, for providing that extended metaphor.)

I for example are in it just to see how it looks in front of my eyes rather than behind them. I think I plan on doing stuff like this for a living, so why not get some practice in?

So now we know what a blog is. Sort of.

Ok let's move on. I mean, this blog is kind of a tour of my life, so we have to keep it moving, right? Yeah. So, I am currently addicted to Facebook, which, if you think about it, is possibly the lamest addiction ever because Facebook is so ridiculously stupid. I hate that my entire day can go down the tubes if I dont get at least two notifications, a message, heck, maybe even a friend request, before breakfast. It's kind of running my free time schedule. Social networking just got personal.

Alright, people, lets look at books. This summer I read a multitude. Touch me. Yeah, at first I read Freakonimics, and ehh, it was no walk in the park. Unless that park was just full of boring grass with no sign of an enormous awesome playground anywhere. And then I read Speak, cuz I like that book and its one of my sister's summer reads. Took me about two days. And then there was a space around mid June where I am drawing a blank, I must not have read anything. And then came the tackling of The Things They Carried. Not an epic, but strong enough to keep me fueled til the end. My favorite part was when the sweet little American girl comes over and gets metaphorically consumed by the fever of war. Delightfully haunting.

And then there was this time around late June/early July that I just had a hankerin for some Artemis Fowl, so naturally I read all six. And as everybody knows, the sixth one was a disapointment. I just bought the seventh one, and wouldn't you know it, it is proving to be nothing more than another ongoing monologue that buries itself in its own fragile story lines and plot twists, and takes you along with it. Maybe the last 150 pages will redeem the first. Sigh. Books 1-5 were so good.

Oh, lets not forget the fireside masterpiece, The Lord of the Rings. Yes, I am finally trying extra hard to tackle the Fellowship. I have tried in the past, but have given up due to lack of either maturity or interest. But this time I am determined. The movies are just far too incredible not to read the books.

I think I have to stop here.

Well now I feel all guilty

Because Heather has started writing on her blog again, and even though she is at least a million posts ahead of me, I just couldn't bear the fact of that number reaching a million and one. By the way, I think Facebook has dulled my typing skills, because I am trying really hard to spell things the right way on here, and it's proving to be rather difficult.

Okay, so instead of telling you about my day (which included running at nine in the morning in like 100 degree weather by the way), I have decided to choose something completely random from the darkest bowels of that gray blob in my head. Yes. My brain.

How about book titles? If I ever decide to become a children's book author. I told you it would be random.

1. Mr. McFlaggen and My Purple Dragon

2. The Day the Rooster Came to Play

3. 101 Ways to Not Get to the Moon

4. My Multicolored Tricycle

5. The Soup, the Dog, and the Spoon

Yes, I think that is way more than enough mind spelunking for today.

Alright, here we go

My mind is completely blank as I write this. I have no idea what is going to be in the next sentence. I seriously think I am shouting down an empty tunnel with this blog. But that's the point... right? I dunno. Who really cares? but just for the heck of it, I feel like shouting out random words like ARTICHOKE! and BOOKMARK! just so that I can say that I once shouted into the void that is the silent Internet. Garden State reference? I think so.

By the way, secret message to Codename Thunder Heart: Codename Cocks must have told Codename Kennedy about the relationship between you and Codename Awesome-Ninja, because Codename Kennedy would NOT drop it today at soccer.

Current condition: sweaty from soccer, hopeful for Friday (who isn't), even more hopeful for the not-so-close-future, happy to have Thunder H., and currently suffering from random and mind-numbing brain death in school.

I love sugar cookies. Yeah.

16

Ah, I have this crazy need for a stimulating conversation right now.

16 things... just things.

1. My sister went off to England yesterday. For six months. After spending the last two months with her, I was beginning to think it was like the old times when everyone lived at home. Haha I should send this to Soap Opera Digest.

2. I have an amazing best friend, who I can talk to about anything. Sometimes I just want to talk about the most random things, but she goes along with it like it's nobody's business. Let's hang out. I wish her well.

3. I love to write. Sometimes. Most times not in English. But sometimes, I get such an amazing feeling when I write, that I could just close my let the words fall onto the paper. However, I think my powers are draining, because I really had trouble with this past essay. That's scary.

4. I plan on summoning up the courage to go talk to Norman Cooper about me helping him cover some of the stories in the newspaper (C'mon, it's terrible the way it is).

5. WHY can't I wear cool clothes? Sam comes up the stairs every morning with a whole wardrobe perfectly matched on him, and I wake up and automatically reach for the nearest jacket.

6. For one day, I would like to live in the biggest house on earth. With hundreds of huge rooms, winding staircases, and secret passageways. Like the Vanderbilt house. Or something. I could just get lost in a house like that.

7. Why can't I play soccer? I've been at it for seven years, and some of the eight graders are still better than me. I leave every practice with a feeling of complete failure. I'm a striker, and I scored a single goal last year. During a JV game. On accident.

8. Over Christmas, I totally made a stalking move with my mind. Setting: I am on the couch, the stalking dangling just feet away from me on the chimney. So, naturally, I concentrate on trying to get it to move. And it so did.

9. In the barber shop the other day, I was reading a "Ripley's Believe It Or Not" book, and I came across the ocean section, and have decided not to get with in two miles of a beach from now on. Did you know that there's these crabs that shoot darts that cause excruciating pain? And don't even get me started on how fast you can die from just touching a box jellyfish.

10. I have gone to Quick Trip before and put all of the sodas flavors into one cup, and then drunk it.

11. I want to be able to play the piano like a pro. And the violin. And don't forget the cello.

12. I have never had a video game, cable t.v., or a cell phone.

13. I absolutely, positively, without a doubt cannot stand being around drunk people.

14. You know what would be awesome? An entire mansion that is a moonwalk, with several floors and staircases and everything. Haha.

15. Sometimes, I just hate interacting with people. Some people just shouldn't have evolved with the gift of speech.

16. One time, I had this dream where I was in the Harry Potter Quiditch field, and I was flying around during a game wearing a hat with wings. It was freakin awesome.

So what if you catch me, where would we live?

Ah, what one talks about on Facebook chat.

We could be the people who plug in all those light bulbs in Las Vegas!

We could run a treasure chest-making business!

We could go out and observe lemurs!

We could be apart of an experiment in which we sail around the world in a ship from the 1600's!

We could be ice cream namers!

We could develop a language with which we could communicate with Nessie!

We could dress up as penguin mascots at Sea World!

We could be music readers!

We could run a spelunking business!

We could be boogy-board testers at the beach!

We could go live on a mountain in China!

We could raise wrinkly blood hounds!

We could be background-street-crossers on the set of a western movie!

I need Benadryll.

It's Christmas. It's Christmas Time.

Mk, I have decided to write about what happened over Christmas. I believe it was the day after we got out of school that I attended Rachel Pope's party, which involved strobe light dance moves, ping pong groupies, Maxim calendars (right?), and me getting to hang out with a very brave person. And why that person is brave is absolutely none of your business. Hahaha. Then Christmas came, and it was kinda better than some of my past Christmases, mainly because my niece and nephew (whoever you are, they are cooler and cuter than your's) were there, and I go the Office Season 5 on DVD!
However, the success of this coming week depends on a a certain parental decision. Dang.

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You thought you were about to read the best blog post ever, right?


Sinister Laugh.