Okay, so I think I've just found my new favorite song.
It's second on my playlist on this blog (I love that thing... but sorry the names cut off... one of these days I'm going to figure out how to expand the margin), and for some reason I just really, really like it. I was sitting around, going... "I need to go listen to that song..." It's called 'The Minnow and the Trout.'
And my theme song for the week? "Who Needs Sleep." Also on my playlist. You can hear it if you like.
So, because I'm in the mood, we're gonna talk about songs. Cuz this is my blog. And that's just what we do.
So, to the five people who actually bother to read my ramblings, let us converse.
Funny song of the week: 'Peanut Butter and Jelly' by Inside Out (song 7 on the list)... 'I'm peanut butter and you are jelly, and we're so happy on our piece of bread...' Love it!
Song that gets stuck in your head: 'Slow Me Down' by Emmy Rossum (song 8)
Song that always reminds me of something else: 'Viva la Vida' by Coldplay (song 24)... I always think of Kingdom Hearts II... I'm a geek!
Best Old-style song: "Man of constant sorrow" by the Soggy Bottom Boys...(song 9) yes this is the 'O brother where art thou' song
Catchy Song no one will admit to liking:'That's not my name' by the Ting Tings (song 27). Face it people. You all like it.
Best song about relationships: 'One Week' by Barenaked Ladies (song 29)
Oddest song: 'The Garden' by Mirah (song 32)
So, with that in mind, I kinda want to see what songs other people think would fit in these catagories... And no, they don't have to come from my blog playlist. :-)
(Taylor, speak up. I know you'd be good at this.)
So... that was my rambling for the day. Hopefully next time I'll have a funny story or something... >.<
Adios!
Tuesday, June 16, 2009
Monday, June 15, 2009
The Winning Grape
Okay, so I have a really picky little sister.
We went out to dinner at this fancy cafe thing. Sandwiches, soups, salads. My adorable little sister gets a grilled cheese (panini style) and a bowl of fruit. On the side sits a yummy looking chocolate-dipped strawberry. We all settle into our booth and inhale the lovely aroma of yummy (and healthy, EXTRA BONUS!) food... to be greeted by the unavoidable 'I don't like thiiiiiis..."
We all turn to said sister. She is holding her sandwich by two fingers, the way someone might after finding a particularly unpleasant surprise in their bowl of ice cream. Two fingers, pinkie out, the whole getup.
So, my dad finally gets her to eat it. She puts on this whole act about how her tooth hurts, how she thinks the bread is burned, how the world is going to have a horrifically apocolyptic ending because of this single grilled cheese sandwich.
I just ate my soup. Dinner and a show. Sweet.
So, then we move on to object number two: fruit. Sister has cleverly devised a plan: eat the chocolate off the chocolate covered strawberry. That's it. Leave the healthy part, leave the bowl of mandarin oranges and grapes. Eat chocolate.
Of course, that doesn't fly.
So we are greeted by another interesting wailing depiction of how the universe is about to implode on itself under the direction of eaten fruit. The entire earth as we know it will explode if one orange touches her mouth. She is adamant. This is one girl who is determined to keep away from anything that would be classified as a healthy food group.
Then I get an awfully strange idea.
I reach over. I pluck up an orange. And I say "I bet I can eat this faster than you."
She's suspicious. She looks at the bowl. She looks at me. I waggle my eyebrows and start moving it towards my mouth.
Another piece of orange is snatched into her little fingers and disappears into her mouth. She chews, swallows, wins the contest. She plops back into her seat, satisfied.
But we're not done. I pick up a grape. "We need to go again. I need to win you."
She waits until the grape is halfway to my mouth. She snaps one up and eats it. Another win.
By now the whole table is into it. Mom and Dad are 'Ready, Set, Go'ing. Brothers are laughing. Sister is proudly popping fruit after fruit to show up her older sister.
So, in the spirit of the thing, I carefully examine my fifth grape and declare that it looks like a winning one.
Instant reaction. Sister pops up. Shakes her fist in the air. Yells "I WANT THE WINNING GRAPE!"
Silence.
Simultanious cracking up.
One very confused yet proud little kid, fist still waving.
Little kids are hilarious. As picky as she is, I love my sister to death, and she really says some of the funniest things ever. But I think we need to watch what shows we see around her. I swear, she talks like Invader Zim sometimes.
"WORLD DOMINASHUUUUUN!"
We went out to dinner at this fancy cafe thing. Sandwiches, soups, salads. My adorable little sister gets a grilled cheese (panini style) and a bowl of fruit. On the side sits a yummy looking chocolate-dipped strawberry. We all settle into our booth and inhale the lovely aroma of yummy (and healthy, EXTRA BONUS!) food... to be greeted by the unavoidable 'I don't like thiiiiiis..."
We all turn to said sister. She is holding her sandwich by two fingers, the way someone might after finding a particularly unpleasant surprise in their bowl of ice cream. Two fingers, pinkie out, the whole getup.
So, my dad finally gets her to eat it. She puts on this whole act about how her tooth hurts, how she thinks the bread is burned, how the world is going to have a horrifically apocolyptic ending because of this single grilled cheese sandwich.
I just ate my soup. Dinner and a show. Sweet.
So, then we move on to object number two: fruit. Sister has cleverly devised a plan: eat the chocolate off the chocolate covered strawberry. That's it. Leave the healthy part, leave the bowl of mandarin oranges and grapes. Eat chocolate.
Of course, that doesn't fly.
So we are greeted by another interesting wailing depiction of how the universe is about to implode on itself under the direction of eaten fruit. The entire earth as we know it will explode if one orange touches her mouth. She is adamant. This is one girl who is determined to keep away from anything that would be classified as a healthy food group.
Then I get an awfully strange idea.
I reach over. I pluck up an orange. And I say "I bet I can eat this faster than you."
She's suspicious. She looks at the bowl. She looks at me. I waggle my eyebrows and start moving it towards my mouth.
Another piece of orange is snatched into her little fingers and disappears into her mouth. She chews, swallows, wins the contest. She plops back into her seat, satisfied.
But we're not done. I pick up a grape. "We need to go again. I need to win you."
She waits until the grape is halfway to my mouth. She snaps one up and eats it. Another win.
By now the whole table is into it. Mom and Dad are 'Ready, Set, Go'ing. Brothers are laughing. Sister is proudly popping fruit after fruit to show up her older sister.
So, in the spirit of the thing, I carefully examine my fifth grape and declare that it looks like a winning one.
Instant reaction. Sister pops up. Shakes her fist in the air. Yells "I WANT THE WINNING GRAPE!"
Silence.
Simultanious cracking up.
One very confused yet proud little kid, fist still waving.
Little kids are hilarious. As picky as she is, I love my sister to death, and she really says some of the funniest things ever. But I think we need to watch what shows we see around her. I swear, she talks like Invader Zim sometimes.
"WORLD DOMINASHUUUUUN!"
Saturday, June 13, 2009
Twinkies... the chemical compact
Eew...
Twinkies can be yummy, don't get me wrong, but I don't know if I can stand eating a 'snack cake' that was a) never baked and b) does any of this:
www.twinkiesproject.com
Check out the radiation test... GROSS!
This is the type of thing that makes me wonder what exactly we're eating... it's the hippie inside me jumping up and down and saying 'buy organic! ORGANIC!'
At least pears won't melt and fuse to the plate when microwaved...
Ugh, the solubility test is pretty bad too. Ladies and gentlemen, Twinkies bubble and dissolve. That's right, bubble and dissolve.
I think someone needs to try these with Zingers. They're oh so sweet and delicious, but if they're made of the same fake cake stuff... I dunno if I can touch them!
Twinkies can be yummy, don't get me wrong, but I don't know if I can stand eating a 'snack cake' that was a) never baked and b) does any of this:
www.twinkiesproject.com
Check out the radiation test... GROSS!
This is the type of thing that makes me wonder what exactly we're eating... it's the hippie inside me jumping up and down and saying 'buy organic! ORGANIC!'
At least pears won't melt and fuse to the plate when microwaved...
Ugh, the solubility test is pretty bad too. Ladies and gentlemen, Twinkies bubble and dissolve. That's right, bubble and dissolve.
I think someone needs to try these with Zingers. They're oh so sweet and delicious, but if they're made of the same fake cake stuff... I dunno if I can touch them!
Monday, June 8, 2009
Yearbook day... oh yearbook day...
Soooo... today was yearbook day.
This was all fine and dandy except for a few things. I knew I had a 3 dollar fine for losing a book, which meant standing in a loooong long line outside the treasurer's office to pay it before I get my big, red, shiny yearbook.
So I'm like 'okay, whatever, my own fault, let's get this thing taken care of.'
So I wait in line.
Lines aren't so bad. I mean, sure, they can be tedious sometimes, but once you think about it, it's not too horrible, right? I mean, lines can be useful for many things. You can do a great many things while waiting in line. Like learning how much tolerance the person in front of you has while you constantly prod them and ask them 'are we close yet?' in a whiney voice. Or seeing how well you can balance that one pencil you borrowed from your friend and never got around to giving back on your nose. Lines are very useful when it comes to discovering useless facts that you'll never use. So, I try to be optomistic, right? And I continue to be optomistic, even though, out of the corners of my eyes, I swear I can see people building campfires and setting up pop tents.
Then a miracle happens, and I actually make it to the FRONT OF THE LINE.
So, I skip in and talk to the nice lady, holding my three dollars, owed for a misplaced copy of Beowulf. She looks down and is all 'That'll be forty-seven dollars please.'
Whaaaaaaaaat?
So I'm confused, and I get directed over to Head Treasurer Lady. She takes me into her office, inputs my student number, and 'mm-hmm's a little bit before she sits up and says that well, grouchy Fines Lady was right, it really is that much. Cross country isn't paid for, she says. And Auto Tech.
Both my parents can swear that those were taken care of, as said over the phone when I called home.
But fees are fees, and so my dad takes care of it and I get my year book. But somewhere, out there, the school has just gotten an extra forty-seven dollars. I hope they're very, very happy.
This was all fine and dandy except for a few things. I knew I had a 3 dollar fine for losing a book, which meant standing in a loooong long line outside the treasurer's office to pay it before I get my big, red, shiny yearbook.
So I'm like 'okay, whatever, my own fault, let's get this thing taken care of.'
So I wait in line.
Lines aren't so bad. I mean, sure, they can be tedious sometimes, but once you think about it, it's not too horrible, right? I mean, lines can be useful for many things. You can do a great many things while waiting in line. Like learning how much tolerance the person in front of you has while you constantly prod them and ask them 'are we close yet?' in a whiney voice. Or seeing how well you can balance that one pencil you borrowed from your friend and never got around to giving back on your nose. Lines are very useful when it comes to discovering useless facts that you'll never use. So, I try to be optomistic, right? And I continue to be optomistic, even though, out of the corners of my eyes, I swear I can see people building campfires and setting up pop tents.
Then a miracle happens, and I actually make it to the FRONT OF THE LINE.
So, I skip in and talk to the nice lady, holding my three dollars, owed for a misplaced copy of Beowulf. She looks down and is all 'That'll be forty-seven dollars please.'
Whaaaaaaaaat?
So I'm confused, and I get directed over to Head Treasurer Lady. She takes me into her office, inputs my student number, and 'mm-hmm's a little bit before she sits up and says that well, grouchy Fines Lady was right, it really is that much. Cross country isn't paid for, she says. And Auto Tech.
Both my parents can swear that those were taken care of, as said over the phone when I called home.
But fees are fees, and so my dad takes care of it and I get my year book. But somewhere, out there, the school has just gotten an extra forty-seven dollars. I hope they're very, very happy.
Friday, June 5, 2009
A moment to reflect on where reliability went...
Okay, so all week long I've stayed up until one in the morning to finish a Creative Writing project. It was a book. A small book. Called a Zine (Zeen... like magazine).
Now, this project was only supposed to take a weekend. And it did. That is, until one particularly intelligent computer lab aid pulled my flash drive out of the computer without ejecting it one particularly sunny Monday morning and, would you look at that, corrupted all of the files.
So, I go home, redo all of the hard stuff... get it all back together again. I have not yet saved it on the thumb drive. I go to put it in the USB port, and...
My computer crashes.
So, at this point, I just stare blankly at the screen before turning it off, rolling over, and going to bed.
So, after spending Tuesday and Wednesday retyping, re-editing, and rearranging the pages so that it would all make sense when it was put together, I printed it out. My Creative Writing teacher was making copies of all of these Zines (so everyone could get one and read the work of other students), but she was not there that Thursday. So, as per prior instructions for this type of situation, I go to the office and ask one of the ladies working there if they will ever so kindly put my time-consuming project into her box. The nice woman says that, why, of course she will.
So I go home that day feeling pretty good about myself.
Then I wake up this morning. It's the last day (or at least technical 'class' day) of school. I'm happy. Finals are over. My stupid project cannot crash, explode, or corrupt any more. I have a big headache from no sleep and my stomach's feeling a little ooky, but all in all I figure it's going to be a mighty fine day.
I progress through each class, just waiting for it all to be over. I get to fourth period, the last one of the day, and the recipient of my Project of Doom. I'm happy to receive the fruits of my labors, i.e. a couple of doughnuts and an 'A.' And that is when I find out that my project has mysteriously disappeared.
So I go back to the office. I talk to Nice Lady. She has absolutely no recollection of our little discussion from the other day.
About ready to go nuclear on the next visible object, I go down to the school library and re-print the entire thing. The problem? This version does not have the pages in the right order, so after my teacher makes copies I have to sit there, in the room, and try to figure out how to put it together.
So. Let me emphasize how happy I am for summer. And the next time someone sees a computer lab aid, throw something at him just for me.
Now, this project was only supposed to take a weekend. And it did. That is, until one particularly intelligent computer lab aid pulled my flash drive out of the computer without ejecting it one particularly sunny Monday morning and, would you look at that, corrupted all of the files.
So, I go home, redo all of the hard stuff... get it all back together again. I have not yet saved it on the thumb drive. I go to put it in the USB port, and...
My computer crashes.
So, at this point, I just stare blankly at the screen before turning it off, rolling over, and going to bed.
So, after spending Tuesday and Wednesday retyping, re-editing, and rearranging the pages so that it would all make sense when it was put together, I printed it out. My Creative Writing teacher was making copies of all of these Zines (so everyone could get one and read the work of other students), but she was not there that Thursday. So, as per prior instructions for this type of situation, I go to the office and ask one of the ladies working there if they will ever so kindly put my time-consuming project into her box. The nice woman says that, why, of course she will.
So I go home that day feeling pretty good about myself.
Then I wake up this morning. It's the last day (or at least technical 'class' day) of school. I'm happy. Finals are over. My stupid project cannot crash, explode, or corrupt any more. I have a big headache from no sleep and my stomach's feeling a little ooky, but all in all I figure it's going to be a mighty fine day.
I progress through each class, just waiting for it all to be over. I get to fourth period, the last one of the day, and the recipient of my Project of Doom. I'm happy to receive the fruits of my labors, i.e. a couple of doughnuts and an 'A.' And that is when I find out that my project has mysteriously disappeared.
So I go back to the office. I talk to Nice Lady. She has absolutely no recollection of our little discussion from the other day.
About ready to go nuclear on the next visible object, I go down to the school library and re-print the entire thing. The problem? This version does not have the pages in the right order, so after my teacher makes copies I have to sit there, in the room, and try to figure out how to put it together.
So. Let me emphasize how happy I am for summer. And the next time someone sees a computer lab aid, throw something at him just for me.
Thursday, June 4, 2009
A Hello and a Rant... Two for one!
So... I've got a blog!
'Tis a simple thing, really... It being all black and white and such... bu-ut hopefully that will change when I get modivated enough to figure out how html works...
I know the letters are supposed to do something, but for the life of me I can't figure what.
Now... on to business.
I have an interesting question. Why am I still in school?
School in June is not supposed to happen. It's against all laws of nature. Kids should not be stuck inside a monochromatic building, staring out the window, watching robins and pigeons (less dramatic, but seriously they're everywhere) fly around and eat bugs and all in all enjoy the summer WITHOUT US.
I sit next to the window in first period, and I could swear some dark bird was getting a kick out of staring at me. "Ooh, look at the human person, she's all bored and lowly, LET'S STARE."
To which I asked my math teacher if I pretty please could close the blinds because the (pause for plausable reason) sun was in my eyes.
I'll get that bird back yet.
So, in total, this has been the longest, most drawn out, pointless week of my life. I cannot tell you how many teachers have made us sit there and watch movies. It's a mad scramble to fill time. "Um... so, uh, students... we're going to... um... watch Donald Duck do Trigonometry on YouTube..."
Someone. Pleeeeease just make school stop. It's ridiculous.
'Tis a simple thing, really... It being all black and white and such... bu-ut hopefully that will change when I get modivated enough to figure out how html works...
I know the letters are supposed to do something, but for the life of me I can't figure what.
Now... on to business.
I have an interesting question. Why am I still in school?
School in June is not supposed to happen. It's against all laws of nature. Kids should not be stuck inside a monochromatic building, staring out the window, watching robins and pigeons (less dramatic, but seriously they're everywhere) fly around and eat bugs and all in all enjoy the summer WITHOUT US.
I sit next to the window in first period, and I could swear some dark bird was getting a kick out of staring at me. "Ooh, look at the human person, she's all bored and lowly, LET'S STARE."
To which I asked my math teacher if I pretty please could close the blinds because the (pause for plausable reason) sun was in my eyes.
I'll get that bird back yet.
So, in total, this has been the longest, most drawn out, pointless week of my life. I cannot tell you how many teachers have made us sit there and watch movies. It's a mad scramble to fill time. "Um... so, uh, students... we're going to... um... watch Donald Duck do Trigonometry on YouTube..."
Someone. Pleeeeease just make school stop. It's ridiculous.
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