I recently ran across a Word document where I had typed all the goals I wanted to accomplish this year, and was once again reminded that while a goal not written down is merely a wish, a goal written down and not looked at is merely forgotten.
There are, however, some that I can still achieve.
Win NaNoWriMo again - this is the only one that I couldn't have been working on and therefore I am guilt-free in this small area.
Get at least one short story off to publication - meaning I send in at least one story to at least one publisher. A pretty small order, actually. Should be possible in the three months I have left...
Finish fifth draft of War story (last year's NaNo) - Okay, actually, this one isn't really possible, I don't think. Considering I never finished a second draft... well, maybe I could change this one to finishing a second draft.
Have forty hymns memorized by the end of the year - I used to have 25 memorized. I've forgotten several verses here and there. It's probably possible to re-learn those and learn 15 more.
Write two completely original songs - hm. I forgot I wanted to try my hand at composing...
Everything else is either impossible (deadline already passed) or technically impossible (something I was supposed to be doing every day/week/year/semester all year). I suppose I could do them from now on.
Next year, I'll remember to actually look at my goals from time to time.
Monday, October 06, 2008
Sunday, October 05, 2008
Secret Mission
Several high school students have been kidnapped at one in the morning (with their parent's permission), blindfolded, and brought to the home of the current drama president. Only a few minutes later a knock sounds at the door. One of the kidnappees is led to the door. "She will need to be able to see," said low, near monotone voice. The girl's blindfold is removed, and she is confronted with a tall figure in a black cloak, the hood pulled up so werf's face cannot be seen. The figure hands the girl a note.
As Drama President, you need to know a secret that few others know. However, it is not knowledge that will be handed to you – you must prove you are ready. Go with the one who gave this to you, and good luck.
The girl agrees, and follows the figure out to a van parked on the other side of the street. She opens the passenger door and sees another note.
Congratulations for trusting a faceless, cloaked stranger. This stranger will eventually help you find me, the Theater Ghost. For now, you must go CONTENT OVERPOWER. Don’t forget to go underground.
"Here's a waterbottle for you, and help yourself to grapes and chips," the cloaked stranger says. "Now, where are we going?"
"Where are we going?"
"Yes. You need to tell me where we are going."
The girl looks at the note. "Content Overpower?"
"Where is that?"
"I don't know..."
The stranger hands the girl a pencil. "You'll need this."
Several minutes later, the girl is still confused. The stranger has been calmly munching on grapes, but finally decides to help. Werf takes the pencil and the paper, writes "PROVO," and crossed out the letters p, r, o, v, and o in the phrase "CONTENT OVERPOWER."
"Oh!" says the girl. And a moment later: "Go to the Provo mall."
The stranger starts the car and begins driving. "Where at the Provo mall?"
The girl considers the paper for a while, then says, "The underground parking."
As the stranger drives, werf turns on some music - very quietly. It's nothing the girl has ever heard before, but the stranger sings along.
They pull into the underground parking, where another cloaked and hooded figure waits. The girl gets out of the car and approaches the figure, and is handed another slip of paper. She returns the the car, which the stranger has put into park and turned off.
You have succeeded the first time – are you thinking this will be easy? Let’s see if you’re right. The next place you must go is a building with thousands of stories.
"The library."
There seems to be a bit of a problem at the library. The stranger pulls into the parking lot, drives through it, goes out onto the street, pulls into the other parking lot, drives through it, pulls into the street, drives across the front of the library again... the girl is getting nervous. But as they pull into the first parking lot again, yet another cloaked stranger appears. The girl gets out of the car and is handed another slip of paper.
I believe it is becoming apparent to you that I have many helpers. As Drama President, you will be one of them. I could do everything by myself, but it is much easier with good help, which I intend for you to be. Down Bulldog Blvd. is a store – not the department store, the one with an e.
The girl is confused, so the stranger heads for Bulldog Blvd. and begins driving along it. "What stores are here?"
"Oh! Macey's!" the girl says suddenly.
Another stop, another cloaked stranger, another note.
My helpers must be clever, and you’re proving yourself to be so. I hope you realize that you must also be able to keep secrets, for my identity is a closely guarded secret and cannot be revealed to the undeserving. To get one step closer to knowing my identity, go swing on a swing in a park. Which park? The one Utah’s ancestors inspired.
"Pioneer Park," the girl says confidently.
While driving, the stranger gets a text message. Then werf misses a turn, then drives past the park, then finally gets on the right road and begins looking for parking. This time, as the girl gets out, the stranger turns off the car and follows.
By the swing is another clocked stranger, with yet another note.
You have done well, and are almost at the finish. Now you must find another park, one not so well known. Eleven fifty SHOUT.
The girl knows what to do when she gets back to the car; she picks up her pencil. "What's at 1150 South?" she asks a moment later.
The stranger doesn't respond, only begins driving. They're getting close when the stranger's phone rings. The car is quiet enough that the girl can catch some of the conversation caller's words - something about being pressed for time, and how close the stranger was to being done. It's a quick call. "Big Mama says hi," the stranger says while dialing another number. Werf then relays a change of plans - "Follow us back to Lisa's house."
They pull into the parking lot of a small park, which the stranger calls Footprinter's. A car turns on and the stranger drives away with the other car following.
Soon they are back where it all started. The girl starts to get out, but the stranger tells her to wait. Werf then goes across the street to the other car, talks to someone over there for a moment, and starts coming back with someone else.
When the girl goes back inside the house, she has met the Theater Ghost and gained some instructions. She wonders what on earth she has gotten herself into.
As Drama President, you need to know a secret that few others know. However, it is not knowledge that will be handed to you – you must prove you are ready. Go with the one who gave this to you, and good luck.
The girl agrees, and follows the figure out to a van parked on the other side of the street. She opens the passenger door and sees another note.
Congratulations for trusting a faceless, cloaked stranger. This stranger will eventually help you find me, the Theater Ghost. For now, you must go CONTENT OVERPOWER. Don’t forget to go underground.
"Here's a waterbottle for you, and help yourself to grapes and chips," the cloaked stranger says. "Now, where are we going?"
"Where are we going?"
"Yes. You need to tell me where we are going."
The girl looks at the note. "Content Overpower?"
"Where is that?"
"I don't know..."
The stranger hands the girl a pencil. "You'll need this."
Several minutes later, the girl is still confused. The stranger has been calmly munching on grapes, but finally decides to help. Werf takes the pencil and the paper, writes "PROVO," and crossed out the letters p, r, o, v, and o in the phrase "CONTENT OVERPOWER."
"Oh!" says the girl. And a moment later: "Go to the Provo mall."
The stranger starts the car and begins driving. "Where at the Provo mall?"
The girl considers the paper for a while, then says, "The underground parking."
As the stranger drives, werf turns on some music - very quietly. It's nothing the girl has ever heard before, but the stranger sings along.
They pull into the underground parking, where another cloaked and hooded figure waits. The girl gets out of the car and approaches the figure, and is handed another slip of paper. She returns the the car, which the stranger has put into park and turned off.
You have succeeded the first time – are you thinking this will be easy? Let’s see if you’re right. The next place you must go is a building with thousands of stories.
"The library."
There seems to be a bit of a problem at the library. The stranger pulls into the parking lot, drives through it, goes out onto the street, pulls into the other parking lot, drives through it, pulls into the street, drives across the front of the library again... the girl is getting nervous. But as they pull into the first parking lot again, yet another cloaked stranger appears. The girl gets out of the car and is handed another slip of paper.
I believe it is becoming apparent to you that I have many helpers. As Drama President, you will be one of them. I could do everything by myself, but it is much easier with good help, which I intend for you to be. Down Bulldog Blvd. is a store – not the department store, the one with an e.
The girl is confused, so the stranger heads for Bulldog Blvd. and begins driving along it. "What stores are here?"
"Oh! Macey's!" the girl says suddenly.
Another stop, another cloaked stranger, another note.
My helpers must be clever, and you’re proving yourself to be so. I hope you realize that you must also be able to keep secrets, for my identity is a closely guarded secret and cannot be revealed to the undeserving. To get one step closer to knowing my identity, go swing on a swing in a park. Which park? The one Utah’s ancestors inspired.
"Pioneer Park," the girl says confidently.
While driving, the stranger gets a text message. Then werf misses a turn, then drives past the park, then finally gets on the right road and begins looking for parking. This time, as the girl gets out, the stranger turns off the car and follows.
By the swing is another clocked stranger, with yet another note.
You have done well, and are almost at the finish. Now you must find another park, one not so well known. Eleven fifty SHOUT.
The girl knows what to do when she gets back to the car; she picks up her pencil. "What's at 1150 South?" she asks a moment later.
The stranger doesn't respond, only begins driving. They're getting close when the stranger's phone rings. The car is quiet enough that the girl can catch some of the conversation caller's words - something about being pressed for time, and how close the stranger was to being done. It's a quick call. "Big Mama says hi," the stranger says while dialing another number. Werf then relays a change of plans - "Follow us back to Lisa's house."
They pull into the parking lot of a small park, which the stranger calls Footprinter's. A car turns on and the stranger drives away with the other car following.
Soon they are back where it all started. The girl starts to get out, but the stranger tells her to wait. Werf then goes across the street to the other car, talks to someone over there for a moment, and starts coming back with someone else.
When the girl goes back inside the house, she has met the Theater Ghost and gained some instructions. She wonders what on earth she has gotten herself into.
Saturday, October 04, 2008
Names
Angels:
Temperance
Tessa
Christina
Thyme
Miriam
Mira
Timothy
Adam
Davis
Locke
Oliver
Demons:
Sage
Miranda
Melinda
Izzy
Teodora
Violet
Jade
Donata
Megan
Matilda
Dominique
Christopher/Kit
Kyle
Jake
Ezekiel
Dominic
Dimitri
Albus
Absolom
Labon
Humans:
Scarlet
Onyx
Raven
Topaz
Allegra
Moss
Rose
Tempest
Kitty
Pippa
Miracle
Misty
Willow
Ivory
Electra
Nutmeg
Clove
Harmony
Melody
Lyric
Lake
Lance
Dirk
Timber
Apple
I really need to find some more names for angels. The demons and humans are beating them handily.
Temperance
Tessa
Christina
Thyme
Miriam
Mira
Timothy
Adam
Davis
Locke
Oliver
Demons:
Sage
Miranda
Melinda
Izzy
Teodora
Violet
Jade
Donata
Megan
Matilda
Dominique
Christopher/Kit
Kyle
Jake
Ezekiel
Dominic
Dimitri
Albus
Absolom
Labon
Humans:
Scarlet
Onyx
Raven
Topaz
Allegra
Moss
Rose
Tempest
Kitty
Pippa
Miracle
Misty
Willow
Ivory
Electra
Nutmeg
Clove
Harmony
Melody
Lyric
Lake
Lance
Dirk
Timber
Apple
I really need to find some more names for angels. The demons and humans are beating them handily.
Friday, October 03, 2008
It's October. Do You Know What That Means?
I'll tell you what that means. It is now, officially, Preparing for NaNoWriMo Time.
And I'm excited. Boy, am I ever excited. Ever since I learned about it last year from the 100 Hour Board (see this question), I have loved NaNoWriMo. I love taking a month to write a 50,000 word novel. I love the inspiration that comes from wanting to write close to 2000 words a day. I love the word wars. I love updating several times a day and watching the little bar fill up. I love the T-shirts and stickers and posters, too.
Of course, that means there will be some changes in my behavior in person and online. People who try to talk to me will likely have a "can't talk, noveling" sign waved in his or her face. My eyes will rarely focus on anything (aside from my computer screen), choosing instead to stare off into space as scenes play across my mind. Once someone manages to get me into a conversation, it is likely I will interrupt it with sudden bursts of inspiration. I will talk to myself as I cross campus. People trying to IM me may or may not be responded to. My Twitter updates will probably have to do with my frustration with non-existent people. Friends will be ignored unless they come bearing gifts of junk food and hot chocolate (my substitute for coffee) or are willing to help with plot problems.
But this doesn't mean I won't be any fun for a month! I plan to update this blog regularly during the month, including rants at stubborn characters, copies of my best and worst writing on a given day, and counts of how many friends I have left.
I can't wait for November... : D
Thursday, September 25, 2008
OH THE TEETH THEY HURT
INT. BEDROOM - NIGHT
Little can be seen, as it is pretty darn dark. Faint light through thin fabric being used as a curtain is all we have. Every now and then we barely catch a movement from the bed.
Much creaking as one of the bed's occupants, a four-year-old girl rolls over and puts her arm around her 20-year-old sister.
LITTLE SISTER
Tell me a story.
BIG SISTER
(sigh) You tell me a story.
LITTLE SISTER
Once upon a time... there was a girl... name mommy... watched a movie... drove the car to the mall. And I couldn't go! Mommy said no! And I said I cried. And Lis came and put me in time-out.
There is a pause.
BIG SISTER
The end?
LITTLE SISTER
Tell me a story.
BIG SISTER
Adam and Eve and Pinch-me-quick went down to the river to bathe. Adam and Eve got drownded; who do you think was saved?
LITTLE SISTER
Adam and Eve.
BIG SISTER
No, it was Pinch-me-quick. But don't.
Little Sister shifts in the bed.
LITTLE SISTER
Tell me a story.
BIG SISTER
(sigh) Can't you just go to sleep? (pause) All right. One day in the middle of the night, two dead boys got up to fight. Back to back they faced each other; drew their swords and shot each other. Two deaf policemen, two blocks away, heard the noise and came to kill those two dead boys. If you don't believe my story is true, go ask the blind man. He saw it too. (pause) Now go to sleep.
Little can be seen, as it is pretty darn dark. Faint light through thin fabric being used as a curtain is all we have. Every now and then we barely catch a movement from the bed.
Much creaking as one of the bed's occupants, a four-year-old girl rolls over and puts her arm around her 20-year-old sister.
LITTLE SISTER
Tell me a story.
BIG SISTER
(sigh) You tell me a story.
LITTLE SISTER
Once upon a time... there was a girl... name mommy... watched a movie... drove the car to the mall. And I couldn't go! Mommy said no! And I said I cried. And Lis came and put me in time-out.
There is a pause.
BIG SISTER
The end?
LITTLE SISTER
Tell me a story.
BIG SISTER
Adam and Eve and Pinch-me-quick went down to the river to bathe. Adam and Eve got drownded; who do you think was saved?
LITTLE SISTER
Adam and Eve.
BIG SISTER
No, it was Pinch-me-quick. But don't.
Little Sister shifts in the bed.
LITTLE SISTER
Tell me a story.
BIG SISTER
(sigh) Can't you just go to sleep? (pause) All right. One day in the middle of the night, two dead boys got up to fight. Back to back they faced each other; drew their swords and shot each other. Two deaf policemen, two blocks away, heard the noise and came to kill those two dead boys. If you don't believe my story is true, go ask the blind man. He saw it too. (pause) Now go to sleep.
Tuesday, September 16, 2008
UFO'S EXPLAINED!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
So, tonight my dad and I were sitting on the couch eating potato chips (bleh) and watching this UFO show. And we were having fun. My dad is the guy that had us all laughing hysterically through a ghost TV show. Anywhere he is is a party, if others are willing for it to be so.
Anyway, we're watching this show. We complain about the people on there who use "UFO" incorrectly, not realizing/remembering that "UFO" means "unidentified flying object." We make fun of the "big question" - namely, is there life on other planets? Well, yeah. (Reminds me of that horrid Christmas song... "Mary, did you know that your baby boy would someday walk on water?" My answer: "Yes. Now quit singing.") And then we got to some "Even skeptics can't deny this!!!" stuff - in this case, these military men went out to check on a perhaps downed aircraft and found these indentations in a scuffed area, and they were measuring them when they saw this red light that looked exactly like an eye, somehow, and then it started moving through the trees... even my dad admitted it was aliens.
"Okay, look, I can explain this. This alien astronomer was out looking at the stars, and he needed a... pit stop, you know? And he was using a red light so as not to destroy his night vision." (For those who are not amateur astronomy dudes like my dad, every astronomer worth his salt carries a red light to see with, as the light will not destroy the night vision an astronomer needs to see the starts better.)
We then realized why we have all these UFO sightings but no visitations: Earth is merely a pit stop in the way to somewhere else.
Then it got to the part about so-called alien abductions, and I decided it was time for me to go to bed. Last time I watched something like that I couldn't sleep for a week.
Anyway, we're watching this show. We complain about the people on there who use "UFO" incorrectly, not realizing/remembering that "UFO" means "unidentified flying object." We make fun of the "big question" - namely, is there life on other planets? Well, yeah. (Reminds me of that horrid Christmas song... "Mary, did you know that your baby boy would someday walk on water?" My answer: "Yes. Now quit singing.") And then we got to some "Even skeptics can't deny this!!!" stuff - in this case, these military men went out to check on a perhaps downed aircraft and found these indentations in a scuffed area, and they were measuring them when they saw this red light that looked exactly like an eye, somehow, and then it started moving through the trees... even my dad admitted it was aliens.
"Okay, look, I can explain this. This alien astronomer was out looking at the stars, and he needed a... pit stop, you know? And he was using a red light so as not to destroy his night vision." (For those who are not amateur astronomy dudes like my dad, every astronomer worth his salt carries a red light to see with, as the light will not destroy the night vision an astronomer needs to see the starts better.)
We then realized why we have all these UFO sightings but no visitations: Earth is merely a pit stop in the way to somewhere else.
Then it got to the part about so-called alien abductions, and I decided it was time for me to go to bed. Last time I watched something like that I couldn't sleep for a week.
Monday, September 15, 2008
My Room
What someone would learn about me, simply by walking into my room:
-I like cats
-my real name
-I'm Mormon
-I like Ireland, or something
-I really like books, especially fantasy (Terry Pratchett, Brian Jacques, Brandon Sanderson, Diana Wynne Jones, Eoin Colfer...)
-I'm proud of my lousy artwork
-I share my room with someone
Questions they would want to ask:
-What is that huge trophy from? (A Mutual activity.)
-Why are you using a red piece of fabric as a curtain, especially when the wallpaper is dark green and blue? (Feng Shui)
-Why are there ducks on the wallpaper? (I have no idea.)
-What is with that watch being struck by lightning up there? (Long story, involving an art class and a mind that thinks differently than most people's.)
-Have you really read all of these books? (Yes. Well, most of them. I've bought around 30 in the past few months, and many I haven't gotten around to. But most of them I have.)
-I like cats
-my real name
-I'm Mormon
-I like Ireland, or something
-I really like books, especially fantasy (Terry Pratchett, Brian Jacques, Brandon Sanderson, Diana Wynne Jones, Eoin Colfer...)
-I'm proud of my lousy artwork
-I share my room with someone
Questions they would want to ask:
-What is that huge trophy from? (A Mutual activity.)
-Why are you using a red piece of fabric as a curtain, especially when the wallpaper is dark green and blue? (Feng Shui)
-Why are there ducks on the wallpaper? (I have no idea.)
-What is with that watch being struck by lightning up there? (Long story, involving an art class and a mind that thinks differently than most people's.)
-Have you really read all of these books? (Yes. Well, most of them. I've bought around 30 in the past few months, and many I haven't gotten around to. But most of them I have.)
Sunday, September 14, 2008
Sometimes, I Don't Want to Know...
But then an other man appeared and said "Hey guys, what's goin' on?"
And they all said, "Shut up, Devon."
"And he was all like," Rats. But then he "said, Timer eat Mary-l"
But then James spun him around in his swivel chair and he got dizzy and Devin bought him(self) a house and had two beautiful children, Nathaniel and Superfly.
Butt then the sqwerl team a peard and et Devin and Mariel laughed ha ha. And James et a chrunchy dill. and there was much rejoicing yay.
And a giant mutant monster skunk stepped on the building and said "Oops."
And then, Voldemort zapped he.
And then, Voldemort zapped I.
And then, Harry Potter fainted.
And then, and they day. Day?
die die die die die die die die die die die die die die die die die die die die die die die die die die die die die die die die die die die die, "said Voldemort."
Then Chameleon Guy gave Voldemort a Super Shmack and kronked him over the head with a Sugar Shake.
"Rats," said voldemort tom riddle.
Then Mariel, James, Abby, Cake, Carry, Kari, Chameleon Guy, Voldemort, and Vince the giant mutant monster skunk all did the can-can. Then all those guys except Voldemort teamed up and repeatedly smacked Voldemort with billy clubs.
And then, came the guy who goes ,"Eh heh he" and et a man who wasn't a man he was a dill. Pickle.
And he said, ":)"
And then he said, "Timer EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEETT!"
Butt then, SuperBatIncredibileGuy came and kicked some tail. Like Voldemort tail. He doesn't need a tail to get it kicked, Cheley Belly. Oh m' bellay.
Said the sour kangro.l
And from now on, know what I'l going to do? I'll protect my country. and liberty and stuff, you know.
But then what happened? uh... dang, what did happen? Ema readed Voldemort's palm. His palm said, 'raspberry. You know, the tongue raspberry.
So, Alan... Wright? No, it's Matthew Wright. Well, what's Alan's name then? Alen's's's's's name is funkydunk. No it's not Melissa back off. Alan... couldn't be Turner. NOt Austen. umm... what was it? I named he, I should know. Melissa, did you read the story he was in? That I rote? ummmmmmmmmmm........ maybe......... what's it about ? Orphanages and people who are like you and are sisters of Alans. orphaNEGes........ I read it ................. go look it up. why??????? so go on. So anyway? The super squishy squish moblie was like "hey guys, lets go get some pixzza. bytheway john the x's is be silenced and stuff.
Then Maryl was like, "We're all goingto die if we don't get sommat twa et. How bout a bout with the itlyane scalyane? that's is not excepible. so toyla maked a trampolene witha piece of sting waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh. Timer EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEETTTT!! Grumio:Are they ready?
Verminard: (exaperated)they are
Grumio:Send them in!
(the next peoples to talk are a random assortment of girls who are forced to flirt with Micheal. poor them. losers hah hah hah. but they actually sound like they ARE flirting with him)
Welcome home Grumio
How now Grumio?
What Grumio.
How now old lad?
Grumio: Welcome you, how now you, what you, and so much for greeting
narrator: now i will skip to a different secne where i actually have a line or two.
Grumio:fie fie. of all tired jades, was ever a man beaten, was ever a man so weary.something about a fire. holla ho curtis.
Curtis: who is it that calls so coldly?
Grumio:(puts curtis in a head lock) a piece of ice. something about a heel. and therefore fire good curtis.
(man enters with wood)
Man: something about the whereabouts of my master?
Grumio: blah blah blah. and therefore fire! (verminard enters with pail of water, knocks into the man with wood, the wood gets drenched)
Grumio: Cast on no water!
narrator: there is a bunch of stuff and we will enter back in during one of Grumio's lectures.
Grumio:....Whose hand, she being now at hand, you will feel to the cold comfort in this hot office? (about to smite curtis' head off)
Sarai!!!!!!!!!!!: I prithee, good Grumio, tell me, how goes the world?
Danny or Dani?I prefer Dani. mebbe Dany?naw, danny or dani. pittle ittle twa the little tea pot short and beanlike, just like Ed!!!(by the way, john danny wrote that) Ed ed bo bed banana fanna fo fed me my mo med Ed! Gahhhhhhhhhhhhhh and evil swacer is here to suck tyler's sole out through his left elbow!!!!! a Safari? let's click it!
I found this while cleaning out files today. I think Patsy wrote most of it, and Random helped.
And they all said, "Shut up, Devon."
"And he was all like," Rats. But then he "said, Timer eat Mary-l"
But then James spun him around in his swivel chair and he got dizzy and Devin bought him(self) a house and had two beautiful children, Nathaniel and Superfly.
Butt then the sqwerl team a peard and et Devin and Mariel laughed ha ha. And James et a chrunchy dill. and there was much rejoicing yay.
And a giant mutant monster skunk stepped on the building and said "Oops."
And then, Voldemort zapped he.
And then, Voldemort zapped I.
And then, Harry Potter fainted.
And then, and they day. Day?
die die die die die die die die die die die die die die die die die die die die die die die die die die die die die die die die die die die die, "said Voldemort."
Then Chameleon Guy gave Voldemort a Super Shmack and kronked him over the head with a Sugar Shake.
"Rats," said voldemort tom riddle.
Then Mariel, James, Abby, Cake, Carry, Kari, Chameleon Guy, Voldemort, and Vince the giant mutant monster skunk all did the can-can. Then all those guys except Voldemort teamed up and repeatedly smacked Voldemort with billy clubs.
And then, came the guy who goes ,"Eh heh he" and et a man who wasn't a man he was a dill. Pickle.
And he said, ":)"
And then he said, "Timer EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEETT!"
Butt then, SuperBatIncredibileGuy came and kicked some tail. Like Voldemort tail. He doesn't need a tail to get it kicked, Cheley Belly. Oh m' bellay.
Said the sour kangro.l
And from now on, know what I'l going to do? I'll protect my country. and liberty and stuff, you know.
But then what happened? uh... dang, what did happen? Ema readed Voldemort's palm. His palm said, 'raspberry. You know, the tongue raspberry.
So, Alan... Wright? No, it's Matthew Wright. Well, what's Alan's name then? Alen's's's's's name is funkydunk. No it's not Melissa back off. Alan... couldn't be Turner. NOt Austen. umm... what was it? I named he, I should know. Melissa, did you read the story he was in? That I rote? ummmmmmmmmmm........ maybe......... what's it about ? Orphanages and people who are like you and are sisters of Alans. orphaNEGes........ I read it ................. go look it up. why??????? so go on. So anyway? The super squishy squish moblie was like "hey guys, lets go get some pixzza. bytheway john the x's is be silenced and stuff.
Then Maryl was like, "We're all goingto die if we don't get sommat twa et. How bout a bout with the itlyane scalyane? that's is not excepible. so toyla maked a trampolene witha piece of sting waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh. Timer EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEETTTT!! Grumio:Are they ready?
Verminard: (exaperated)they are
Grumio:Send them in!
(the next peoples to talk are a random assortment of girls who are forced to flirt with Micheal. poor them. losers hah hah hah. but they actually sound like they ARE flirting with him)
Welcome home Grumio
How now Grumio?
What Grumio.
How now old lad?
Grumio: Welcome you, how now you, what you, and so much for greeting
narrator: now i will skip to a different secne where i actually have a line or two.
Grumio:fie fie. of all tired jades, was ever a man beaten, was ever a man so weary.something about a fire. holla ho curtis.
Curtis: who is it that calls so coldly?
Grumio:(puts curtis in a head lock) a piece of ice. something about a heel. and therefore fire good curtis.
(man enters with wood)
Man: something about the whereabouts of my master?
Grumio: blah blah blah. and therefore fire! (verminard enters with pail of water, knocks into the man with wood, the wood gets drenched)
Grumio: Cast on no water!
narrator: there is a bunch of stuff and we will enter back in during one of Grumio's lectures.
Grumio:....Whose hand, she being now at hand, you will feel to the cold comfort in this hot office? (about to smite curtis' head off)
Sarai!!!!!!!!!!!: I prithee, good Grumio, tell me, how goes the world?
Danny or Dani?I prefer Dani. mebbe Dany?naw, danny or dani. pittle ittle twa the little tea pot short and beanlike, just like Ed!!!(by the way, john danny wrote that) Ed ed bo bed banana fanna fo fed me my mo med Ed! Gahhhhhhhhhhhhhh and evil swacer is here to suck tyler's sole out through his left elbow!!!!! a Safari? let's click it!
I found this while cleaning out files today. I think Patsy wrote most of it, and Random helped.
Friday, September 12, 2008
It's Diviiiiiine Comedyyyyyyy!!!!
(Once There Was a Snowman)
Once there were some cougars, cougars, cougars
Once there were some cougars
Rise and shout
(Chorus of Miley Cyrus's See You Again)
Come on, let's rise and shout
Oh how our cheers will ring out
As we're unfolding our vict'ry story!
And on, on, on we'll go
We'll vanquish every foe
For Alma Mater's sons and daughters.
In cougs our faith is strong
And we will join in song
Colors high in the blue
Oh we can't wait to beat you again.
(Chorus of Breakfast at Tiffany's)
And I said, what about BYU football?
She said, I've been to one or two games
Oh yes, I recall we sang the cougar Fight Song
And I said, isn't that song just great?
(Me to You by the Beatles)
We are on the trail to fame
We'll join in song for you
Our cheers will ring while our colors are high
We're fans in white and blue
(Chorus of Love Song by Sara Bareilles)
And we're going to sing you a fight song
And we're cheering you
'Cause you're winning, you see
(Banana Boat Song)
First down! Me say first down!
Cougars run down the football field
Ten yards, five yards, and touchdown!
(After a moment of fumbling, a BYU keychain is pulled out. A moment later, the Fight Song comes out of it, rather tinnily.)
We hope that this is the audition that gets me in.
Once there were some cougars, cougars, cougars
Once there were some cougars
Rise and shout
(Chorus of Miley Cyrus's See You Again)
Come on, let's rise and shout
Oh how our cheers will ring out
As we're unfolding our vict'ry story!
And on, on, on we'll go
We'll vanquish every foe
For Alma Mater's sons and daughters.
In cougs our faith is strong
And we will join in song
Colors high in the blue
Oh we can't wait to beat you again.
(Chorus of Breakfast at Tiffany's)
And I said, what about BYU football?
She said, I've been to one or two games
Oh yes, I recall we sang the cougar Fight Song
And I said, isn't that song just great?
(Me to You by the Beatles)
We are on the trail to fame
We'll join in song for you
Our cheers will ring while our colors are high
We're fans in white and blue
(Chorus of Love Song by Sara Bareilles)
And we're going to sing you a fight song
And we're cheering you
'Cause you're winning, you see
(Banana Boat Song)
First down! Me say first down!
Cougars run down the football field
Ten yards, five yards, and touchdown!
(After a moment of fumbling, a BYU keychain is pulled out. A moment later, the Fight Song comes out of it, rather tinnily.)
We hope that this is the audition that gets me in.
Thursday, September 11, 2008
Excuses
"I apologize for being late... I have excuses, but none of them are any good."
"It's a long story involving my dad's keys, $60, and a visit to TacoTime, but I'll spare you the details. All you need know is that the mission was accomplished and none of our side got hurt."
"Sorry. My partner and I had a bit of trouble getting past the enemy."
"Not tonight, I have a secret mission to complete."
These quotes:
A) Have all been said by me
B) Were true when said, in a roundabout way
C) A) and B)
C) IS CORRECT
"It's a long story involving my dad's keys, $60, and a visit to TacoTime, but I'll spare you the details. All you need know is that the mission was accomplished and none of our side got hurt."
"Sorry. My partner and I had a bit of trouble getting past the enemy."
"Not tonight, I have a secret mission to complete."
These quotes:
A) Have all been said by me
B) Were true when said, in a roundabout way
C) A) and B)
C) IS CORRECT
Wednesday, September 10, 2008
I Wonder
"Well, what seems to be the problem?"
"I don't really know that there is a problem..." (she shifts in her chair)
"You wouldn't have come to me if there wasn't a problem."
"True. Well, you see, I have a question."
"Yes?"
"When will someone love me?"
(astonished silence)
"Many people love you. You have many friends, several siblings, parents..."
(sigh) "I thought you'd say that. Thanks for your help."
"You're... welcome?"
"I don't really know that there is a problem..." (she shifts in her chair)
"You wouldn't have come to me if there wasn't a problem."
"True. Well, you see, I have a question."
"Yes?"
"When will someone love me?"
(astonished silence)
"Many people love you. You have many friends, several siblings, parents..."
(sigh) "I thought you'd say that. Thanks for your help."
"You're... welcome?"
Monday, September 08, 2008
Eric Snider is Hilarious
"And lo, verily, the mother of Jesus said: Jesus, why is it thou art now in thy thirties yet thou hast not married? What is wrong with that lovely Magdalene girl? Why dost thou not marry her? And Jesus sayeth unto her: Woman, the day I am wed to Mary Magdalene is the day I eat a pork chop wrapped in bacon, for verily, I shall never marry her nor any other woman, for lo, that is how I roll." -Eric Snider
Sunday, September 07, 2008
Questions
Where do you live?
Only people I like get that information, and I'm not sure I like you.
Do you like Jeeps?
Well, I suppose. They're a little difficult to get into, but I've heard I'm rather good at getting into them. I've heard. (subject shrugs)
What color?
Red. You know, there are days when everything is red. Everything, everyone. Except me. I'm gold.
You're gold?
Aye. Rather pretty, isn't it? It actually belongs to my friend. Though she hates it when I say that. I don't understand why.
Is it true you have food allergies?
Well, aye. Kinda. I mean, it's an intolerance actually. Or so the doctor says. Which is why I don't die when I eat the stuff. But I check anyway. That's why I read the ingredients on the box of cornflakes. I have to be careful. Or so I tell myself. And that's why I eat my hamburgers with lettuce. (subject shakes her head) Though I still can't believe the put the bacon on top of the lettuce...
I heard you hate Goonies.
Oh aye. And I don't know why, so don't ask, mate. I just do. I'd take a musical any day.
How do you feel about sprinklers?
(subject laughs) They're forgiven. They're forgiven. Though they're lucky I'm fast.
What about silence?
What about it?
How do you feel about it?
Most of the time it's awkward, and then I hate it. However, sometimes it's all right. Though I suppose I really should talk anyway... I wonder... (subject ponders for a while, and doesn't pay attention until her name has been said three times)
Have you had any fun recently?
That was a lot of fun... the most fun I've had on an outing like that probably ever. I mean, I don't have much of a track record to compare it too, but that's still something. Much is to be said about a lack of awkwardness.
Would you do it again?
Would I ever. (subject smiles)
(end of interview)
Only people I like get that information, and I'm not sure I like you.
Do you like Jeeps?
Well, I suppose. They're a little difficult to get into, but I've heard I'm rather good at getting into them. I've heard. (subject shrugs)
What color?
Red. You know, there are days when everything is red. Everything, everyone. Except me. I'm gold.
You're gold?
Aye. Rather pretty, isn't it? It actually belongs to my friend. Though she hates it when I say that. I don't understand why.
Is it true you have food allergies?
Well, aye. Kinda. I mean, it's an intolerance actually. Or so the doctor says. Which is why I don't die when I eat the stuff. But I check anyway. That's why I read the ingredients on the box of cornflakes. I have to be careful. Or so I tell myself. And that's why I eat my hamburgers with lettuce. (subject shakes her head) Though I still can't believe the put the bacon on top of the lettuce...
I heard you hate Goonies.
Oh aye. And I don't know why, so don't ask, mate. I just do. I'd take a musical any day.
How do you feel about sprinklers?
(subject laughs) They're forgiven. They're forgiven. Though they're lucky I'm fast.
What about silence?
What about it?
How do you feel about it?
Most of the time it's awkward, and then I hate it. However, sometimes it's all right. Though I suppose I really should talk anyway... I wonder... (subject ponders for a while, and doesn't pay attention until her name has been said three times)
Have you had any fun recently?
That was a lot of fun... the most fun I've had on an outing like that probably ever. I mean, I don't have much of a track record to compare it too, but that's still something. Much is to be said about a lack of awkwardness.
Would you do it again?
Would I ever. (subject smiles)
(end of interview)
Tuesday, September 02, 2008
School
As first days go, I suppose it wasn't too bad.
I did have to wear a jacket and a sweatshirt to school, and I was still cold, but it is fall, sortofnotreally. Even if I don't remember it ever being this cold this early before. (And wasn't there supposed to be global warming or something going on?)
And then there is, again, my wonderful talent for getting classes that are right after each other and on opposite ends of campus. Going from the Bookstore to the JSB to the JKB isn't too bad, though, especially compared to last semester's mad dash from the HFAC to the Maeser Building. Or my father's "I had to run from class to the basement of the HFAC to get my instrument, and then I had to run from there all the way to the practice field. In only ten minutes!"
I didn't even get very lost. I did mark down my schedule correctly, causing me to be in the right room but on the wrong day, and I did have to wander around the HFAC for ten minutes before I found my acting class, but that's better than the time I was fifteen minutes late because I didn't realize my class was actually a level above me.
Nah, not too bad. Even when I count how much homework I have. I mean, it could be worse. I could have had to give up my life savings for tuition instead of spending grant money on it. I could have had to pay full tuition, using all my grant money. : ( I could have had to use my summer's savings on books (like that nice girl in my religion class) instead of, again, using grant money. I could have had to beg my parents for money for school supplies instead of three-guesses-what-goes-here-and-the-first-two-don't-count. And it's very nice that I had enough money left over to put $100 on my phone, $50 on my student ID, pay off my braces, spend $200 on fun books last Saturday, and buy an iPod.
Maybe I should stop now before someone shoots me.
I did have to wear a jacket and a sweatshirt to school, and I was still cold, but it is fall, sortofnotreally. Even if I don't remember it ever being this cold this early before. (And wasn't there supposed to be global warming or something going on?)
And then there is, again, my wonderful talent for getting classes that are right after each other and on opposite ends of campus. Going from the Bookstore to the JSB to the JKB isn't too bad, though, especially compared to last semester's mad dash from the HFAC to the Maeser Building. Or my father's "I had to run from class to the basement of the HFAC to get my instrument, and then I had to run from there all the way to the practice field. In only ten minutes!"
I didn't even get very lost. I did mark down my schedule correctly, causing me to be in the right room but on the wrong day, and I did have to wander around the HFAC for ten minutes before I found my acting class, but that's better than the time I was fifteen minutes late because I didn't realize my class was actually a level above me.
Nah, not too bad. Even when I count how much homework I have. I mean, it could be worse. I could have had to give up my life savings for tuition instead of spending grant money on it. I could have had to pay full tuition, using all my grant money. : ( I could have had to use my summer's savings on books (like that nice girl in my religion class) instead of, again, using grant money. I could have had to beg my parents for money for school supplies instead of three-guesses-what-goes-here-and-the-first-two-don't-count. And it's very nice that I had enough money left over to put $100 on my phone, $50 on my student ID, pay off my braces, spend $200 on fun books last Saturday, and buy an iPod.
Maybe I should stop now before someone shoots me.
Sunday, August 31, 2008
And Now For Something Rather Different
Dear Chilly often posts fill-ins and whatnot on her blog, and usually I read them, smile, and go on with life. Today, for some reason, I decided I would like to try one myself.
Ten Things I Wish I Could Say to Ten Different People Right Now:
1. I'm not insane, and I apologize for seeming to be. (I was only 14, remember.) Could you please look past that and get to know me? I would love to be your friend.
2. I want so badly for you to be one of my 'do this' role models instead of one of my 'don't do this' role models. Please.
3. Could you please tell me whether you a) are too scared to ask me out, b) haven't yet realized I rather like you, or c) wish I would leave you alone?
4. Give me a chance.
5. Talking to you always makes me happy, and I hope I make you happy too. We're really alike in many ways and I wish we were better friends.
6. There are so many things which make me so very proud of you. I wish you didn't constantly work to make me forget these things.
7. I don't hate you, and I'm not mad at you. But I do strongly disagree with some of your cherished opinions. I don't like confrontation, and I'm pretty sure you'd just brush me off if I brought up my objections; that's why I often don't want to talk to you.
8. I'm sorry.
9. Do you yet realize that your behavior was inappropriate?
10. You have a girlfriend, and she's not me. Please remember this.
Nine Things About Myself:
1. I hate living in a messy room/house, but it's really hard for me to actually clean.
2. I talk with several different accents, admittedly not always successfully.
3. I need around eight hours of sleep, which means my bedtime is the totally uncool hour of 9:00 PM. Deal.
4. Having money for books is often more important than having money for food.
5. I have never done anything to my hair aside from get it cut and curl, crimp, and straighten it a few times.
6. People are hard for me in many ways. I have trouble starting and continuing conversations with people I don't know very well, and even when someone is a friend of mine I occasionally wonder if they really do like me. I hate talking on the phone or asking someone a question. I usually work much better alone than in a group. Somehow, all this changes if I'm in charge.
7. Most of the time, despite my shyness, I will take any reason to start singing wherever I am.
8. There are many things I love to do and have a talent for, but I don't take time to do them, so I'm not as good as I could be. This had better change, as I know I have so much potential and will be guilty for the rest of my life if I don't develop.
9. I like to think I'm witty.
Eight Ways To Win My Heart:
1. Ice cream.
2. Remember me - send a text or e-mail, say hi when you see me.
3. Play with my hair or rub my back.
4. Listen to me as I prattle on about my story ideas, and be willing to discuss my problems with characters and plot details.
5. Go talk to salespeople and the like for me.
6. Don't play practical jokes on me. I don't know why, but I really hate them. April 1st is my least favorite day of the year.
7. Be willing to do things with me; I often hate going places by myself.
8. Include me.
Seven Things That Cross My Mind a Lot:
1. I can do better than this.
2. Wow... I'm so blessed.
3. I wonder what [someone] is doing right now...
4. I wish I could just sit here and read this.
5. I should really get to work.
6. I shouldn't have eaten that.
7. Where on earth did I put my [something]?
Six Things I Do Before I Fall Asleep:
1. Take out my contacts, wash my face, etc.
2. Read to Siri.
3. Plug in my phone and make sure the alarm is on.
4. Turn off the lamp.
5. Convince myself that there is nothing to be afraid of, that I'm too old to be scared of the dark.
6. Make up stories until I fall asleep.
Five People Who Mean a Lot:
1. My parents
2. All of my siblings
3. Goober
4. My many Board and other friends
5. So that's about 30 people or something already.
Four Things You’re Wearing Right Now:
1. A dress my mother made a long time ago for herself
2. Flower earrings I bought for prom
3. Makeup
4. A smile
Three Songs That You Listen to Often (Currently):
1. White Man by Steeleye Span
2. Songs from Scarlet Pimpernel
3. TMBG
Two Things You Want to Do Before You Die:
1. Go to Ireland
2. Be a published author, a professional singer, and a wonderful mother
One Confession:
1. I feel guilty right now for not going doing the dishes half an hour ago.
Ten Things I Wish I Could Say to Ten Different People Right Now:
1. I'm not insane, and I apologize for seeming to be. (I was only 14, remember.) Could you please look past that and get to know me? I would love to be your friend.
2. I want so badly for you to be one of my 'do this' role models instead of one of my 'don't do this' role models. Please.
3. Could you please tell me whether you a) are too scared to ask me out, b) haven't yet realized I rather like you, or c) wish I would leave you alone?
4. Give me a chance.
5. Talking to you always makes me happy, and I hope I make you happy too. We're really alike in many ways and I wish we were better friends.
6. There are so many things which make me so very proud of you. I wish you didn't constantly work to make me forget these things.
7. I don't hate you, and I'm not mad at you. But I do strongly disagree with some of your cherished opinions. I don't like confrontation, and I'm pretty sure you'd just brush me off if I brought up my objections; that's why I often don't want to talk to you.
8. I'm sorry.
9. Do you yet realize that your behavior was inappropriate?
10. You have a girlfriend, and she's not me. Please remember this.
Nine Things About Myself:
1. I hate living in a messy room/house, but it's really hard for me to actually clean.
2. I talk with several different accents, admittedly not always successfully.
3. I need around eight hours of sleep, which means my bedtime is the totally uncool hour of 9:00 PM. Deal.
4. Having money for books is often more important than having money for food.
5. I have never done anything to my hair aside from get it cut and curl, crimp, and straighten it a few times.
6. People are hard for me in many ways. I have trouble starting and continuing conversations with people I don't know very well, and even when someone is a friend of mine I occasionally wonder if they really do like me. I hate talking on the phone or asking someone a question. I usually work much better alone than in a group. Somehow, all this changes if I'm in charge.
7. Most of the time, despite my shyness, I will take any reason to start singing wherever I am.
8. There are many things I love to do and have a talent for, but I don't take time to do them, so I'm not as good as I could be. This had better change, as I know I have so much potential and will be guilty for the rest of my life if I don't develop.
9. I like to think I'm witty.
Eight Ways To Win My Heart:
1. Ice cream.
2. Remember me - send a text or e-mail, say hi when you see me.
3. Play with my hair or rub my back.
4. Listen to me as I prattle on about my story ideas, and be willing to discuss my problems with characters and plot details.
5. Go talk to salespeople and the like for me.
6. Don't play practical jokes on me. I don't know why, but I really hate them. April 1st is my least favorite day of the year.
7. Be willing to do things with me; I often hate going places by myself.
8. Include me.
Seven Things That Cross My Mind a Lot:
1. I can do better than this.
2. Wow... I'm so blessed.
3. I wonder what [someone] is doing right now...
4. I wish I could just sit here and read this.
5. I should really get to work.
6. I shouldn't have eaten that.
7. Where on earth did I put my [something]?
Six Things I Do Before I Fall Asleep:
1. Take out my contacts, wash my face, etc.
2. Read to Siri.
3. Plug in my phone and make sure the alarm is on.
4. Turn off the lamp.
5. Convince myself that there is nothing to be afraid of, that I'm too old to be scared of the dark.
6. Make up stories until I fall asleep.
Five People Who Mean a Lot:
1. My parents
2. All of my siblings
3. Goober
4. My many Board and other friends
5. So that's about 30 people or something already.
Four Things You’re Wearing Right Now:
1. A dress my mother made a long time ago for herself
2. Flower earrings I bought for prom
3. Makeup
4. A smile
Three Songs That You Listen to Often (Currently):
1. White Man by Steeleye Span
2. Songs from Scarlet Pimpernel
3. TMBG
Two Things You Want to Do Before You Die:
1. Go to Ireland
2. Be a published author, a professional singer, and a wonderful mother
One Confession:
1. I feel guilty right now for not going doing the dishes half an hour ago.
Friday, August 29, 2008
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No matter what my intentions are, no matter how determined I am to watch a TV show, play a game, or write, I am not able to stay awake past about 9:30 PM these days.
I really can't. My eyelids droop, my head drops, my limbs are heavy and unwieldy. I'm tired.
I'm exhausted.
I'm weary.
Maybe it's 'cause I'm getting up at six.
Maybe it's 'cause I am, again, throwing good sense out the window and eating sugar all day.
I don't know what it is, but I wish it'd stop.
And now I must go to bed. I nearly fell asleep sitting up while writing this.
I really can't. My eyelids droop, my head drops, my limbs are heavy and unwieldy. I'm tired.
I'm exhausted.
I'm weary.
Maybe it's 'cause I'm getting up at six.
Maybe it's 'cause I am, again, throwing good sense out the window and eating sugar all day.
I don't know what it is, but I wish it'd stop.
And now I must go to bed. I nearly fell asleep sitting up while writing this.
Saturday, August 16, 2008
Family Life
This is what family life should be like.
We come home from a shopping trip, and everyone helps. Even Draik. And we dance around singing and generally being happy and enjoying each other's company.
Well, except for Boo, who stomped around 'cause she had to help.
And Bamboo 7, who is moping about the kitchen because he was told to wash some of the dishes (Random and Connor already washed most of them).
But yeah, aside from that, we're all one big happy family. Which seems an odd phrase to apply to an actual family.
For once.
We come home from a shopping trip, and everyone helps. Even Draik. And we dance around singing and generally being happy and enjoying each other's company.
Well, except for Boo, who stomped around 'cause she had to help.
And Bamboo 7, who is moping about the kitchen because he was told to wash some of the dishes (Random and Connor already washed most of them).
But yeah, aside from that, we're all one big happy family. Which seems an odd phrase to apply to an actual family.
For once.
Thursday, August 14, 2008
Boy Are My Sides Sore!
So, the Wii Fit that my father ordered from the Bookstore ages and ages ago finally came. We promptly played it. A day and a half later, we have filled up all the available spots (8) and are competing to see who can remain number one after a full day's play.
My Wii age is 22 (I refuse to count today's, as I had some consistency troubles), only two years older than I actually am, which is pretty good. Or so they say. I would personally rather be my actual age, but whatever.
Yesterday was when we had our first problem with the Balance Board that came with: it needed a name! Robin, Keaton, Blue, Patsy, and I-don't-think-it-needs-a-name were rejected immediately. We tried Dirk Manly, hoping to have some laughs about the obviously manly name to go with a board that bounced around the screen and spoke in a high-pitched voice. However, it was just too odd. After playing around with Bob ("That's my name!") and other names that had two b's, we chose Webbi. We Balance Board. Or something.
So we step and we run and we ski and we pilot bubbles down rivers and we hit soccer balls and we do yoga and we (I) do (fail) push-ups and all sorts of fun. Oh, yeah, and the hula hoops, where I have a high score even though my body forgets how to hula halfway through and sort of flails about uselessly.
And that's why my sides are sore.
P.S. Siri has now wet the bed three nights in a row, mine twice and Random's once. What is up with this girl?
My Wii age is 22 (I refuse to count today's, as I had some consistency troubles), only two years older than I actually am, which is pretty good. Or so they say. I would personally rather be my actual age, but whatever.
Yesterday was when we had our first problem with the Balance Board that came with: it needed a name! Robin, Keaton, Blue, Patsy, and I-don't-think-it-needs-a-name were rejected immediately. We tried Dirk Manly, hoping to have some laughs about the obviously manly name to go with a board that bounced around the screen and spoke in a high-pitched voice. However, it was just too odd. After playing around with Bob ("That's my name!") and other names that had two b's, we chose Webbi. We Balance Board. Or something.
So we step and we run and we ski and we pilot bubbles down rivers and we hit soccer balls and we do yoga and we (I) do (fail) push-ups and all sorts of fun. Oh, yeah, and the hula hoops, where I have a high score even though my body forgets how to hula halfway through and sort of flails about uselessly.
And that's why my sides are sore.
P.S. Siri has now wet the bed three nights in a row, mine twice and Random's once. What is up with this girl?
Wednesday, August 13, 2008
Early Mornings
Someday, someday, I will finish talking about that vacation we took almost two weeks ago.
But for now, I want to talk about other stuff.
3 AM Tuesday
I got up. I needed to go to the bathroom, a direct result of downing two glasses of water right before going to bed.
This meant that all was going according to plan.
I crept to the door, noting the red lights on in the kitchen and living room. That meant my father had gotten up first, but no matter. The door was locked, so he probably wasn't outside.
But he was.
I joined him on the lawn, glasses slightly askew, folding my arms tightly for warmth. He spoke of constellations and falling meteors, then laughed about a sore neck and proceeded to the backyard. I followed.
We climbed onto the trampoline, carefully avoiding his books and papers. I grabbed the yellow afghan and wrapped it around me. Father turned on his red reading light and began looking through a book.
Around ten minutes and two meteors later, I proclaimed I was going to bed. I was, I admit, slightly disappointed. Blast those city lights. I decided that next time I was going to arrange a camping trip so I could actually see some of these meteors.
5 AM Tuesday
I woke again, first noting that Siri had climbed into bed with me, next noting that I was wet.
Wet.
I was quickly as fully awake as I had been two hours ago. I flipped on a light and took stock. I wasn't just wet, I was soaked! I glared at the oblivious child in my bed, and the large wet spot around her, and quickly changed clothes. Then I went upstairs with my phone and crashed on the loveseat.
4 AM Wednesday.
I was awakened from a deep sleep under borrowed blankets (the girl soaked everything!) by someone pounding on the door. A moment later, I registered a long, loud sound, which I at first thought was a train. But it went on far too long. Siri woke up and asked me what it was. It wasn't until after the sound stopped that I realized there was another reason for Siri to be awake: I was wet.
Wet.
Again?
We had asked her five times before she went to be wether she had gone to the bathroom! She hadn't had anything to drink! What happened?
I got up and changed, rather angrily, and found some clean underpants for the guilty one. As she changed, I stomped upstairs, where Father was wandering around and Mother was up feeding Caiti. There was also a very bright light out front.
"What happened?"
"The horn on the Astro was stuck on. A police officer came to tell us to turn it off."
Well, that was cool. I mean, in a way. But I quickly got over the coolness of it all and began to complain about my problem. My mother was strangely sympathetic, despite being up and taking care of the baby at four in the morning, and vacated the couch so I could have it as soon as I came back from the trailer with some more blankets. I made Siri go sleep with Random.
So. That's what I've been doing these days. Getting up early and getting mad at my sister for wetting the bed.
But for now, I want to talk about other stuff.
3 AM Tuesday
I got up. I needed to go to the bathroom, a direct result of downing two glasses of water right before going to bed.
This meant that all was going according to plan.
I crept to the door, noting the red lights on in the kitchen and living room. That meant my father had gotten up first, but no matter. The door was locked, so he probably wasn't outside.
But he was.
I joined him on the lawn, glasses slightly askew, folding my arms tightly for warmth. He spoke of constellations and falling meteors, then laughed about a sore neck and proceeded to the backyard. I followed.
We climbed onto the trampoline, carefully avoiding his books and papers. I grabbed the yellow afghan and wrapped it around me. Father turned on his red reading light and began looking through a book.
Around ten minutes and two meteors later, I proclaimed I was going to bed. I was, I admit, slightly disappointed. Blast those city lights. I decided that next time I was going to arrange a camping trip so I could actually see some of these meteors.
5 AM Tuesday
I woke again, first noting that Siri had climbed into bed with me, next noting that I was wet.
Wet.
I was quickly as fully awake as I had been two hours ago. I flipped on a light and took stock. I wasn't just wet, I was soaked! I glared at the oblivious child in my bed, and the large wet spot around her, and quickly changed clothes. Then I went upstairs with my phone and crashed on the loveseat.
4 AM Wednesday.
I was awakened from a deep sleep under borrowed blankets (the girl soaked everything!) by someone pounding on the door. A moment later, I registered a long, loud sound, which I at first thought was a train. But it went on far too long. Siri woke up and asked me what it was. It wasn't until after the sound stopped that I realized there was another reason for Siri to be awake: I was wet.
Wet.
Again?
We had asked her five times before she went to be wether she had gone to the bathroom! She hadn't had anything to drink! What happened?
I got up and changed, rather angrily, and found some clean underpants for the guilty one. As she changed, I stomped upstairs, where Father was wandering around and Mother was up feeding Caiti. There was also a very bright light out front.
"What happened?"
"The horn on the Astro was stuck on. A police officer came to tell us to turn it off."
Well, that was cool. I mean, in a way. But I quickly got over the coolness of it all and began to complain about my problem. My mother was strangely sympathetic, despite being up and taking care of the baby at four in the morning, and vacated the couch so I could have it as soon as I came back from the trailer with some more blankets. I made Siri go sleep with Random.
So. That's what I've been doing these days. Getting up early and getting mad at my sister for wetting the bed.
Wednesday, August 06, 2008
National Parks Monopoly
So, mates, I did indeed got to Mirror Lake last weekend. It was great fun.
Well. Um. Okay, most of us had fun.
We were determined to get out of the house by eleven A.M., and for once, it looked like we were going to accomplish this. I was out with my aunt Sue at about eleven, and my family was supposed to follow.
They didn't.
Sue got a call while I was in Taco Time getting some breakfast: the trailer, which we were borrowing from friends, had had its registration paid but the sticker hadn't been put on. Quite glad that it had be caught by us before we left instead of a cop on the road, Mother called the friends.
"Let me call my husband."
"He took it to work with him. We can get it in 45 minutes."
Something good came out of this delay: I remembered that my glasses were still at home.
Finally on the road, I surprised myself by actually carrying on a conversation with my aunt instead of reading all the way. The trip was uneventful, not counting when Father thought he heard something flapping around and when Sue and I noticed a brake light was out. We arrived at the ranger station to buy our tickets or whatever for the campsite. It is here that I notice a most wonderful, wonderful thing.
National Parks Monopoly.
I love Monopoly, mates, all different kinds of Monopoly. In fact, I don't really like the original; I want the interesting ones. My greatest regret when I visited Disneyland was that I bought Disney chess instead of Monopoly. I have an electronic Monopoly game. I love our Star Wars Monopoly. And now here was National Parks Monopoly staring me in the face!
Problem: I wasn't getting paid until the next day. And all of my money was in savings, with the idea that I wouldn't spend it.
So, my friends, I do not own National Parks Monopoly.
Yet.
Later that day, we made it to the campsite, where I fell into my role: while everyone else set up camp, cooked, made beds, and whatnot, I watched Caiti and read. Then there was food. Then there was... FIRE!
And there were marshmallows, of course. LissAnne was employing her usual practice of catching them on fire so she could sing a quick "Happy birthday to me! Happy birthday to me!" before blowing them out and eating them. Siri started copying her... but without one important step: she wasn't eating them.
"Siri, are you going to eat those, or just burn them?"
"Burn them."
Random the Pyro approves of this picture.
Well. Um. Okay, most of us had fun.We were determined to get out of the house by eleven A.M., and for once, it looked like we were going to accomplish this. I was out with my aunt Sue at about eleven, and my family was supposed to follow.
They didn't.
Sue got a call while I was in Taco Time getting some breakfast: the trailer, which we were borrowing from friends, had had its registration paid but the sticker hadn't been put on. Quite glad that it had be caught by us before we left instead of a cop on the road, Mother called the friends.
"Let me call my husband."
"He took it to work with him. We can get it in 45 minutes."
Something good came out of this delay: I remembered that my glasses were still at home.
Finally on the road, I surprised myself by actually carrying on a conversation with my aunt instead of reading all the way. The trip was uneventful, not counting when Father thought he heard something flapping around and when Sue and I noticed a brake light was out. We arrived at the ranger station to buy our tickets or whatever for the campsite. It is here that I notice a most wonderful, wonderful thing.
National Parks Monopoly.
I love Monopoly, mates, all different kinds of Monopoly. In fact, I don't really like the original; I want the interesting ones. My greatest regret when I visited Disneyland was that I bought Disney chess instead of Monopoly. I have an electronic Monopoly game. I love our Star Wars Monopoly. And now here was National Parks Monopoly staring me in the face!
Problem: I wasn't getting paid until the next day. And all of my money was in savings, with the idea that I wouldn't spend it.
So, my friends, I do not own National Parks Monopoly.
Yet.
Later that day, we made it to the campsite, where I fell into my role: while everyone else set up camp, cooked, made beds, and whatnot, I watched Caiti and read. Then there was food. Then there was... FIRE!
And there were marshmallows, of course. LissAnne was employing her usual practice of catching them on fire so she could sing a quick "Happy birthday to me! Happy birthday to me!" before blowing them out and eating them. Siri started copying her... but without one important step: she wasn't eating them.
"Siri, are you going to eat those, or just burn them?""Burn them."
Random the Pyro approves of this picture.
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