All Hallows Eve

Okay, so we all just now got done putting all the decorations away, and I, am, pooped. I was a Dminted fairy (duh), so I was running around in my costume the whole time like a mad woman, and that can be very tiring. The funny thing was, I kept saying to people, "happy Easter!" or "happy Christmas!" and no one got it. I was a Dminted fairy, so naturally, the things that came out of my mouth were Dminted (and yeah, I know dminted is really spelled demented, but that's just not dminted enough, so I spelled it differently).
...No one is any fun...
So anyway, we saw a guy dressed up as Where's Waldo, and pointed at him and yelled, "I found Waldo!" and every time I saw him again (which was a lot), I yelled it again, and again, and again. But I didn't annoy him at all, because he was a first-grade teacher. Anyway, Mr. Whiskers (who dressed up as a demon cat named Mr. Snuggles) and my brother and I all got to talking to Waldo (not his real name, obviously), and we convinced him to watch our movie on youtube. He thought it was hilarious, naturally. Also, I didn't get to take pictures myself, but my brother took some, so I'll have to make him email them to me, and then I can put them up and show everyone reading my blog.
Blog ya later, and happy Hanukkah, Miss Eccentric.

They took the moo out of milk!

Okay, so I don't know if you all have seen the news lately, but according to it (the news), kids are vitamin D deficient, which when you think about it, it's all their fault!!! Because first of all, everyone is afraid to be out in the sun because they think they'll get sun cancer, but really, it's all in moderation. As long as you don't sit out there in the sun and let yourself get burnt to a crisp, you'll be fine. Now, I'm not saying that sitting in the sun at all is something that you must do, because I don't do that, and I'm fine. But I'm just saying, it wouldn't kill people to spend a little time outside, especially if you take precautions, like putting sun block on before you go out in the sun (duh!). The second reason it is all the news people's fault (or the government, really), is milk: when they pasteurize milk, they are not only taking the bad stuff out, they are also taking all the good stuff as well. Vitamin D being one of the good things. And the funniest part about pasteurization? Once they're done, they then proceed in putting all the good stuff back into the milk, only it's not as good when it's man-made like that. And the suckiest (yes, I know that's not a real word) part? It is illegal to drink milk strait from a cow. Yeah, if you own a cow and milk it yourself, you can drink that. But you can't give it to anyone else, or sell it to anyone. Which is stupid, because un-pasteurized milk is better for you than pasteurized milk is. Hell, the un-pasteurized stuff actually helps you lose weight, and although pastorized milk does too, it's not the same. The un-pastorized stuff is all-around better for you, and I wish we were allowed to buy it in stores, and at least have the choice to drink it if we want to. I think there's some kind of conspiracy here, one where the government doesn't want us drinking regular cow's milk. Because they don't want us to be healthy. Or, because they want to scare us with the news by saying that our kids need more vitamin D, and therefore we will go out and buy more vitamins, and give them all our money by paying tax on the vitamin supplements, and then they will use all that money to take over the world!!! Ooh, or better yet! They want us to drink only the pasteurized milk because when they are putting all the vitamins back, they also put a chemical that works like mind control, making us do things that they want us to do, like giving them all our money, and then using it to take over the world!!! Or, maybe they're taking our money from the tax's that we pay to buy things like vitamin supplements, and using mind control with the stuff they put in pasteurized milk, and coupling it all together to take over the world!!!...

...Anyway, just wanted to add that I have my Aunt and Uncle, Mary and Walt here with us, and they will be staying till Sunday, the day after Halloween. Which is awesome, 'cause we are going to have a full house this Halloween, and everyone is going to get to see all the really cool decorations that we have set up. I think that on Halloween day, when we have everything set up completely, I might take a few pictures, and then I'll post them here on my blog, and anyone reading said awesome blog will get to see how cool the decorations really are. I can hardly wait till Saturday!
Blog ya later, Miss Eccentric.
P.S. I might not blog tomorrow, or the next day, depending on how busy I will be, and how late I will get a chance to go to bed. But we'll see.

Barbie Bridges

So you heard me talk about Pastor Melissa Scott a few blogs ago, right? (I did, really!) Okay, so my dad decided to look her up online, just to see what her past was. My mom and I were curious to see when she had married Dr. Scott, just because she looked so young, and Dr. Scott was sixty or something when he died. So we just wanted to know how old she was compared to Dr. Scott. So anyway, my dad found some interesting information on her, information that we all found quite shocking: Pastor Melissa Scott was in the pornography industry. Now, I know I said that she was a wonderful teacher, and I suggested that everyone who wanted to learn the bible watch her, but now I feel a little embarrassed, because what if someone typed in Pastor Melissa Scott, and came up with her past as Barbie Bridges? (In case you haven't figured it out, that was her pornography name) But even though I was shocked to hear of her past, and I do not condone what she did when she was younger, that was in her past, and I understand that. She has been "saved", and now she is teaching and leading others in the path of God, and that to me is enough to forgive and forget her past. I still think she is a wonderful teacher, and will continue to watch her, although I admit that I might look at her differently from now on...
Blog ya later, Miss Eccentric.
P.S. The funny thing about this, is my mom (before we found out about Barbie Bridges) said that she could tell that Pastor Melissa Scott must have been a stripper, or pole-dancer when Dr. Scott found her, because she just had that "feisty librarian" look to her.

You have got to be kidding me!

...Ugh...I'm so mad...
Alright, so the reason I'm quite pissed-off right now, is Mr. Whiskers didn't get to come over today, nor did he get to spend the night. This is why: his school sucks. Alright, so Mr. Whiskers goes to an artsy high school in the Long Beach Unified School District, and they have a no-tolerance policy, and Mr. Whiskers was accused of concealing a weapon. The weapon of choice: a nail file. He had asked a friend of his (a girl, but not "girlfriend") if he could borrow her nail file, the one that she was using in the open with no problems. She said that she would see him later, and he could give it back then. When he was done with it, he simply put it behind his ear, not realizing that his hair covered it completely and that would look suspicious. A teacher (or guidance councilor, I don't know all the details) stopped him in the hall, and asked him what was behind his ear. Mr. Whiskers froze, not sure what to say (not because he knew he was up to something and didn't want to get caught, but because he just wasn't thinking, and wanted to avoid getting in trouble, and that was just his first instinct) and the teacher (or whatever) reached for him, and he twitched a little (because a dude was reaching toward his face! Wouldn't you twitch a little if some guy was reaching toward your face?) and the teacher grabbed the nail file. The teacher claims that Mr. Whiskers was not only concealing a weapon, but because he flinched at the teacher slightly, he also was "resisting" the teacher, and therefore he got in even more trouble. Well, needless to say, Mr. Whiskers got suspended for two school days, which the school thinks is "taking it easy on him", because concealing a weapon was supposed to be three days suspension ("you have a clean record, so we'll just give you two days"). And get this, he was going to get only four days of detention, but the stupid teacher-guy looked up the rules in his little book, and gave him the suspension instead. And you know what really pisses me off? Not that my best bud since I was four got suspended from school for two days, when he is just now starting to like to go to school and is getting really good grades and now is going to miss two days because of said two day suspension, and not because my best bud since I was four didn't get to come over and spend the night and finish our second movie, but because the school system is discriminatory, and sexist, and I'm sure racist as well. Because if a girl has a nail file with her at school, that's okay. But if a boy happens to have a nail file with him at school, he is concealing a weapon, and therefore gets suspended for two days. Ugh...this is pissing me off a lot...I don't know if I can get over this...
Blog ya later, Miss Eccentric.
P.S. This is a message for the lovely little school that Mr. Whiskers goes to (not for two days though! *sarcasm*): Screw you, and if Mr. Whiskers' grades suffer dramatically because of you, I hope you get the Swine Flu! So, pthdthdththththththththth!!!!!!!!!!!!! (that's a zurbert)

Alright!!!

Mr. Whiskers (my best bud) is coming over tomorrow (actually today because it's past midnight) to spend the night! And who knows, we might actually have enough time to finish (or maybe almost finish) the second movie! I think we have just about every scene already filmed for Really Stupid Sequel, we may just have a few little scenes left, and then all we have to do is have Greatergood (my big bro) edit it and post it on youtube. I hope we get it done so we can have it up within the next few days. Also, later today (when it's actually day time and not one o'clock) we are going to finish the huge spiderweb in front of our house officially, and I will be posting some pictures of it, and maybe even a video, if I can get everyone out of my way long enough to film from one side of it to the next. Well, got to go, I need to check my email, then get myself into my room so I can get to my nightly reading (got to finish another book so I can write another review!).
Blog ya later, Miss Eccentric.

Shiver

I just finished the book I was reading last night, and I got to thinking: what if I started to write book reviews whenever I finish a new book? You see, I've been having a little trouble thinking of new subjects to blog about lately, so this can help solve that problem, plus it will be fun to write a little about books that I read, since that is such a big part of my life, and one of my favorite pass-times (reading, that is). So this is a small book review of the book I finished last night, called "Shiver", by Maggie Stiefvater.

Warning: spoiler-alert!

The book "Shiver" is essentially a love story. It's about two young people who fall in love, and then have to fight to keep hold of that love. The thing about Maggie Stiefvater is that her writing is quite unique in a sense. She switches back and forth through the two main character's point-of-views, giving us a look into both of their minds throughout the story. It's quite interesting, really. The story starts out with background on how the two main characters, Grace and Sam, initially met, seeing it through mostly Graces eyes at first. Grace was attacked by wolves when she was a little girl, and Sam (a wolf), first saw her then. While the other wolves in his pack were biting her, he watched, infatuated by this young girl who neither squirmed nor screamed as the wolves bit at her, tearing her skin. And likewise, Grace was infatuated by this beautiful wolf with bright yellow eyes who stayed by the sidelines. Needless to say, Sam couldn't just watch, so he decided to save her. How he did this, was because he was not just any wolf: he was a werewolf. So he changed into his human form and carried her to safety. Years later (our characters are now in their late teens), both Sam and Grace are practically obsessed with each other. Although not in the way you might think. Sam is a wolf during winter, and can only change to his human form when it's hot out, meaning in the summer, so he sits and watches at the edge of the woods, overlooking Grace's home, and Grace herself goes outside every day just to watch him, for she doesn't yet know what exactly he is. She just thinks he is a mere wolf, whom she can not get her mind off. One fateful night, hunters go through her wolve's woods, and she simply can't let her yellow eyed wolf get hurt. So she goes into the woods and stops the hunters, although she is too late: she heard a gunshot and she knew in her heart that it was her wolf that had gotten shot. She gets to her house and finds something she never thought possible: a naked man on her back porch, with a gunshot wound on his neck, and bright yellow eyes. She saves him, and after that, of course he tells her everything (at least everything she didn't figure out herself), and they fall in love. Only there is one problem, that being that the wolf inside Sam is trying to take him over. Werewolves in this story change in the winter, and change back in the summer, but the real problem here is not that it's almost winter, but that after a certain amount of time (twenty or so years for most werewolves, but significantly less for Sam), every werewolf just stops changing back to human form altogether, permanently stuck in their wolf forms until they die, even in the heat. And this is Sam's last year as human. Winter is fast coming, the cold penetrating everything, gnawing at Sam and reminding him that he had hardly any (surly not enough) time left with his precious Grace. Now they both have to fight everyday just to keep Sam human, not letting him outside unless Grace has heated the car before he leaves the house. But the cold is too much, and he knows he can't last, even with the heater in Graces car and the heater in her home, where he has been staying since she saved him. And when a newly changing young werewolf (constantly changing from human to wolf unstably, no matter the weather) decides Grace has a cure for this "condition" (she never changed after she was bitten as a child), he takes it to the extreme and locks Sam away somewhere too cold for his human body to handle. Now Grace has to rush to save him, to warm him up before he changes for good, because if he does, she knows he won't be able to change back again, no matter how hot she gets him. But when she saves him, she happens to accidentally crash her car, braking the windshield and letting in the cold, losing her love forever to the majestic wolf that is his other half. But she thinks she has found a cure, and now has to figure a way out to administer it into him without killing him. But that's not all, she must also figure out a way to change him back, or the cure will do nothing but make the wolf sick, and kill him. Now, I don't think I want to tell you anything more, just so you have to read it yourself to get the ending. Also, keep in mind that this is not a short story of the book, and I have only told you the biggest details to the story, and none of the personal ones. Therefore you must read the book to really get the story, and the personalities of the main characters. I enjoyed this book immensely, and although she tied it up nicely at the end, I hope that Maggie Stiefvater decides to write a second book some day, though I don't know how she would keep it going. I very much recommend this book to readers teen and up, and can compare it to something like "Need", by Carrie Jones (another blog, for another time), because it's an epic love story with the supernatural mixed in, creating the perfect blend of young love and adventure. I must warn you though, there is one spot in the book (a little more than half way through) that is definitely for adult eyes only, if you catch my drift. Although it's not as bad as some of the "adult" related parts I've seen in other books, and it faded at the perfect time, not giving any of the dirty little details. It was tastefully written, and I have even suggested to my own mom that she would like it. I give this book five stars for the quality of writing, five for the originality of the story line, and three for the speed in which I read it. Overall a four star read.
Blog ya later, Miss Eccentric.

You go to hell, you go to hell and you die!!!

Okay, so I have been procrastinating slightly on writing this post, because I know I have a lot to say about this, and I don't want to be here all day (oh well, I can try). So the subject today, is church. I am a Christian, although I don't really like to put a label on it, considering the fact that I don't believe in some (a lot, really) of the things that Christian's say and do. For instance, if you don't go to church, you're going to hell (what?!). This is stupid to me, since church can be anywhere. My church is in my home, with my Bible and a few other research books on the word of God, and maybe Pastor Melissa Scott on the TV (more on that later). Church to me is a place of refuge, a place where I can be comfortable, a place where I can research the word of God without interruption, or corruption. Take Calvary Chapel for instance: they have snack bars inside the chapel, where we are supposed to be worshiping our God. Now, I only went to Calvary Chapel twice before I couldn't stand being there anymore, so I could be full of crap (I don't think I am), but when I was there, and when I heard what was going on from my brother after I stopped going, all I was thinking was, "I wish I could go there and yell at all of them...". In Matthew 21:12, it says, "Jesus entered the temple area and drove out all who were buying and selling there. He overturned the tables of the money changers and the benches of those selling doves." This is only one translation, but you get the point. And the point is, when Jesus saw that the church was selling doves and what-not inside the house of God, he was angry. Because it was disrespectful, to be selling wares inside the house of his Father. And in my opinion, that is exactly what Calvary is doing, and it's wrong. It just makes me want to go in the church and overturn their tables and yell, "It is written, 'my house will be called a house of prayer', but you are making it a 'den of robbers'", just as Jesus had said, and then maybe they would get it. As you can see, I get quite bunched up about this kind of thing, so I'll move on to another subject. Like, "AC DC is the devil!". Calvary said that, not me. They seem to think that the band AC DC is satanic, and to me, that is the most ridiculous thing I have ever heard. They think that the "AC" in "AC DC" stands for "anti-christ", which is just stupid. They don't know the people in that band personally, so they can't just assume something like that without proof. Anyway, now I would like to bring up the Mary-Magdalene-being-a-prostitute, thing. Everyone always talks about Mary Magdalene being a prostitute, but that is not true. It does not say anywhere in the Bible that Mary Magdalene was a prostitute. Yes, it does tell a story of how Jesus had saved a prostitute named Mary, but mention of her last name is nowhere in there, and at the time, Mary was a very common name for women. Now that we've got that strait, let's change the subject once more, huh? I watch Pastor Melissa Scott (see? Told ya I'd get to it) on TV sometimes, and if you want to learn the word of the Bible, then I suggest you do the same. What makes me want to suggest her to people who would like to learn the word of God, is the fact that she tells it how it is, not how King James or whoever else tells us how it is. She is a translator, and she knows all the no-longer (at least to us American's) spoken languages of the Bible. She translates the bible exactly how it reads, and then interprets it from there. The only difference between her translations and the men who originally translated the book to English, is she does not interpret the meanings of the ancient words the way she wants to, she interprets them in the most literal way possible, which is amazingly awesome to me, because some of the men who translated the Bible may have used it as a chance to get what they wanted the meaning of the stories those men once wrote down into the Bible without us knowing, without us questioning their words. And really, who's to say that everything in the Bible is correct to begin with? I mean, it was written by men, not God himself. And I do think that some of the Bible is accurate, but not all. Because what if some of those men were corrupt in their thinking, and therefore wrote what they wanted to be true, whatever they wanted that would help them in their lives. And Pastor Scott helps me ween-out the lies, so I can know what is true, and what is merely the word of a man, just a man who wrote what he wanted, twisted the truth to get something out of it. And I like to know the truth about what the Bible really says, and she shows you exactly how she translates it, and how she came to the conclusion of what she thinks that verse means. Which is good, because everyone in my opinion should question the word of God, or rather, the word of man, because God would want us to be smart, and it is not smart to just blindly trust a man's word. Because faith should be reserved for God, not for selfish humans. Now that I have gotten my point across, I think I should end here. Although I must tell you, I have much more to say on this subject, like how I think that if you are a good person, and you do good things, and you love and believe in God, and Jesus, and believe that he died for our sins, you've got a one-way ticket to heaven. Because that's all it's really about: Love. Love for God, love for his son who gave his life for us, love for others, and love for life. It's not about "who's the best Christian", or "who throws their hands up in the air at church to 'praise' God when listening to Christian music", either. It's just love, simple as that. If you have love in your heart, and act on that love, and compassion, you're not going to hell because you don't like to go to church.

Calvary Chapel's the devil! (Just kidding, that's a bit extreme)

Blog ya later, Miss Eccentric.
P.S. Don't ya love the way I wrote in circles and somehow got back to the beginning of the blog?
Also, for those of you who might happen to actually like Calvary Chapel, pay careful attention to what I have said: if you think about it, you know it to be true. And who knows, if at least one person hears me, and my opinion, and agrees with me, then I have done some good. Because it can take only one person to change the ways of the church, if they set their minds to it.

I nearly died in the nude!!!

Today I'm feeling much better, so I've decided to blog about the last time there was an earthquake. My mom and I were getting out of the shower (okay, yeah, so we shower together sometimes. What of it? At least we're "saving the environment"), and we were drying off, and all of the sudden the cabinets began to shake violently, and then the floor moved underneath us, and my mom had to hold onto the handrail that we put up for our Nana, and I fell into her, and the next thing I know, the S-word slips out of my mom's mouth and then mine as well. Now, I pride myself in the fact that I don't cuss. The worst I do is Damn, or Crap, or Bastard, so saying the S-word out loud was quite embarrassing to say the least. But the S-word aside, the only thing my mom and I can both think of when the ground stopped shaking finally (after the laughing fit, of course), was:
We nearly died naked!
Okay, so maybe we didn't nearly die, but when we were holding on for dear-life those few seconds, thoughts like, "what if I died and the firemen came in here and found me naked? That would be a big laugh for them..." were running through my head. And I know firemen and paramedics and what-not must find people naked all the time, but just think about it: two women in a bathroom, butt-naked, buried in the rubble of a bathroom cabinet that had fallen on them. Wouldn't that be humorous? And embarrassing from the dead person's point of view? Anyway, this story has become a big joke between my mom and I, and every time we happen to take a shower together, we always tease, "careful, we might cause another earthquake, and then we'll really die naked this time!" (sarcasm is my friend...)
So be careful while showering in California, you might just die in an earthquake in the nude.
Blog ya later, Miss Eccentric.

Catch up

Eeek! I am soo sorry I haven't blogged! I mean, I know it's only been, like, four days or something, but that's unusual for me. The reason I haven't blogged is that I'm sick...Don't worry, it's not the Swine-flu or anything, it's just a cold. But I just haven't felt like blogging because I have a sore throat, and plus, my family and I have been working on a lot of Halloween decorating. You see, we're very big on Halloween. We are the biggest decorators in our neighborhood, and we always have this huge spiderweb in the front of our house. And it gets bigger every year. Last year it went front our house, across the yard to the big tree, back to the house, and then to the streetlight pole, but this year, we have it going from our house, to the light post, to the house, to the tree, to the house again, and finally to the electric post. And last year we had a slight tunnel effect going on when you walked through the sidewalk to get to the front porch, but it was more of an archway, so this year we actually have a tunnel that goes the full length of our yard. It, is, awesome!!! We have a few more things to do to it before we can call it done, but expect a few photos of the web soon. Also, my friend Mr. Whiskers came to visit the other day, and he gave me a good practical joke, so here it is:

(I'm going to explain this as instructions, because it would be very difficult to try and trick you when you can read it as much as you want)
So it starts off with a piece of paper. On the paper you write:

"Cows
About
Talking
Idiot
This
Got
I
Long
How
Look"

You have to write exactly as shown, otherwise the person you're trying this joke on might catch on. You take the now-written-on piece of paper and give it to a friend and/or family member, and say, "I want you to read this, but in front of every word, I want you to add the word, 'cows'."
It will go something like this (if they get it right...you might have to explain a little):

"Cows cows,
Cows about,
Cows talking,
Cows idiot,
Cows this,
Cows got,
Cows I,
Cows long,
Cows how,
Cows look."

Once they're done with that, tell them, "now, I want you to read this again, but after each word, I want you to add the word, 'cows'."
It will go like this:

"Cows cows,
About cows,
Talking cows,
Idiot cows,
This cows,
Got cows,
I cows,
Long cows,
How cows,
Look cows."

If your friend has not lost interest by now, then you now convince them to do it one more time. Only this time, you say, "now I want you to say it one more time, but this time before and after each word I want you to add the word 'cows'."
It will go like this:

"Cows cows cows,
Cows about cows,
Cows talking cows,
Cows idiot cows,
Cows this cows,
Cows got cows,
Cows I cows,
Cows long cows,
Cows how cows,
Cows look cows."

Now, if your friend still has not figured it out, you go on to say, "now I want you to read the piece of paper from the bottom up." And try not to laugh at them, or they might catch on finally.
It will go like this:

"Look
How
Long
I
Got
This
Idiot
Talking
About
Cows."

(That's just the writing on the piece of paper starting from the bottom up)
Mr. Whiskers tried this joke on my brother, and it worked. Hope you enjoy, and use it wisely!
Blog ya later, Miss Eccentric.

Blond Jokes

Here are a few funny blond jokes:

"How do you drown a blond? Just glue a mirror to the bottom of a pool."

"How do a blonds brain cells die? They die alone."

"What do you call a smart blond? A Labrador Retriever."

"A blond goes into a building, and goes up to the clerk at the counter, and says, 'I would like a burger, fries and a chocolate shake.' The clerk leans forward and says, 'ma'am, this is a library.' The blond looks confused, and then nods as it hits her. 'Oh!' she says, then lowers her voice to a whisper, 'I would like a burger, fries and a chocolate shake'."

"Three woman are stranded on an island, one blond, one brunette, and one red-headed. They manage to find a genie, and he says, 'I will grant each of you one wish, but be careful: I will not take them back.' The brunette raises to the occasion, getting to be the first to wish. 'I wish I were with my family.' and poof, she disappears. The red-head steps up next, and says, 'I wish a big boat would come and rescue me.' And poof, a boat appears, and she runs off and sails away, rescued at last. Now it's the blonds turn, and she steps up to the genie. 'gosh, it's lonely now...' She says, with a sad face. Then she perks up suddenly. 'I know! I wish my friends were here again.' And poof, the brunette and red-head appear again, stuck on the island once more..."

"Three blonds were walking through a forest when they came upon a set of tracks.
The first blond said, 'those are deer tracks.'
The second blond said, 'no, those are elk tracks.'
The third blond said, 'no, you're both wrong. Those are moose tracks.'
The blonds were still arguing when the train hit them."

"How do you keep a blond busy for hours?
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"What do you get when you put seven blonds in a freezer? Frosted Flakes."

"How to trouble a blond: Put a scratch and sniff at the bottom of a pool."

Anyway, I'll stop now or else we'll be here all day. Some of these jokes I have known for years, and some I have looked up and gotten from the internet. The first three at the top I got from the Twilight saga, but I've also seen them online, so it's not really like I'm stealing them. And don't worry, I'll do a blog for brunette jokes soon...
Blog ya later, Miss Eccentric.

My brother is HOW old?

Twenty. My big brother is twenty years old as of today. It was bad enough when he turned eighteen, but now he's only a year away from the legal drinking age. It's weird, because now he's really old. He's like, ancient. Well, okay, maybe he's not that old, but it is strange. He's no-longer a teenager, which will be strange to get used to. Anyway, I don't want to dwell on the fact that his youthful days are over (ha ha!), so I'll just change the subject.

So...
What is the appropriate age to stop the thing where you hit the birthday boy or girl the same amount of times as their age? You know, like today I get to hit my brother twenty times, and on my birthday he hit me eighteen times. But when does that stop? Does it stop after you turn twenty? Or sooner? Later? When, huh, when?!? Okay, so maybe it just doesn't ever stop. Maybe people just keep doing it until they have kids, and then they just do it to their kids instead of each other. Or maybe it stops when you turn eighteen, in which case, I have tortured my brother for two years unnecessarily (not that I'm complaining). So anyway, I took a break from this blog just a few minutes ago to go to Starbucks with my mom and dad, and when we got back, we decided to embarrass the crap out of my brother. He was in his room, talking to some of his friends online using a mic that he got as a present. My mom and I went in his room, and tried to talk into the mic, but he muted it so his friends couldn't hear him. So my mom and I acted like we left, closing a door loudly to make him think we were gone. When he started talking again, we counted to three, and both ran into his room yelling, "happy birthday!" really loudly and obnoxiously. Upon leaving the room again (laughing), we shouted, "we love you puddin'!" (that's the really embarrassing nick-name my mom gave him when he was little). He was definitely embarrassed. Was that cruel of us? To embarrass him in front of his friends, when he's twenty now? Anyway, I have four more punches to give him (I like to spread the birthday-hits out, so they last longer), so I should go. I need all the strength I can get, wahahahaha!

Happy Birthday, bro, and contrary to popular belief, I do love you (gag!).

Blog ya later, Miss Eccentric.
P.S. Don't worry, compared to the birthday-punches that my brother gave me on my birthday, the ones I give him a quite mundane. You bruised my arm, you little booger! Don't deny it!

Pwn

Today, I would like to talk about the phrase (if you could call it that) "Pwn". "Pwn" is used like the word "own" ("You just got Pwned!"), but spelled wrong. I do not really get why people think it's cool to spell a word wrong, and then make it a new fad. I mean, who was the first idiot that spelled "own" with a "P" in the place of the "O", and then instead of owning (pwning, ha ha!) up to it, just wrote it off like he or she meant to spell it like that. And that's probably how it happened too. Some kid was like, "you just got pwned!!!" to a friend, and then thought, "wait, I just spelled that wrong..." but his friend was all like, "hey, did you just make that up? That's a really cool way of saying that I got owned. We should, like, use that on other people, and make it really popular!". Yeah, that seems like a logical way of how it could have happened. And what's up with "lol" anyway? What does it mean? "Laugh out loud"? "Lots of laughs"? "Lions of Louisiana" (Just kidding on the last one, by the way)? I don't get the language of kids today, and you know what gets me more than the lack of grammar in today's youth? The fact that I don't get it, when I am technically still part of today's youth. Also, why do people have to cuss to get their point across? Now, I'm not saying that people should all stop cussing altogether, because if it's just you, and your friends, you should be able to be comfortable enough to joke around, and if a cuss word slips in there once-in-a-while, then whatever. But what is the point in twelve-year-old's running around all "F- this", or "S- that"? There is no point, in my opinion. If you can't get your point across without cussing, to me that just shows your ignorance. But I will look the other way if you cuss after something like, I don't know, slamming your fingers in your car door (like my mom did once. Ouch!), or stubbing your toe, or getting cut-off while driving (although I do not condone violence while driving). Because I am a forgiving person. Because I can let things go. Because I am very patient. Because I don't like to judge other people. Because I said the S-word last time there was an earth-quake (blog for another time).
Blog ya F-ing later, Miss Eccentric.
P.S. And because I play Bullsh*t with my family. Also, how did I get from the word "pwn", to cussing?

Pets love me (and my family).

Alright, so I've been meaning to write a small blog about our pet (not really, because he's wild) pigeon (or Rock Dove if you want to use their proper name), that we call Norm (which is short for Norman). He's a big black pigeon, with white feathers on his wings. He comes by our back yard everyday, for a while now, and hangs out until we feed him. He's very friendly, and I can get mere inches away from him before he starts getting nervous. He's really cute when he comes over too. We can be inside the house in the morning, and all the sudden we'll hear a can banging around in the back yard. We know automatically that it's Norm, because this is the morning routine. We (one of us, me mostly if I get the chance) then go out back, and sure enough, there Norm will be, banging the little can on the ground, the one we use to scoop the bird seed. When I pick up the can and go to the garage to scoop the food up, Norm will follow me around like a little puppy. Once he sees me scoop the food, he quickly trots over to the spot on the ground where we generally put the food, and waits patiently for me to dump it out. The moment I start pouring it, he rushes the food, even if my hand is still in the way. He doesn't seem to mind if I get close enough to touch him, which is just like any animal we (me and my family) come across. Every time we come across a stray cat, or bird, or whatever, they always end up getting attached to us, and extremely trusting of us. We also have a friend we call Jingle, a small black stray cat, whom has decided that he likes us a lot. My mom and I were watering out front one day (not too long ago), and Jingle just came right up to us, meowing, and started rubbing on us, and purring, and carrying on. We hung out with him a little while, petting him, and scratching his belly, and he became attached to us, much like all the other pets we have acquired through the years (currently, we only have two very spoiled house cats, but at one point, we had three cats, a dog, and my mom's mom's cat, who we took care of most of the time). He now comes over every other day, just to say hi, and get some love, via petting and hugging, and feeding. And, earlier this year, we had a female humming bird make a nest in our little tree in the back yard. She had two eggs, which both hatched. They were adorable. The humming bird is gone now, with her babies, but the point is, animals seem to love us a lot. And personally, I'm not complaining.
Blog ya later, Miss Eccentric.
P.S. Some time I'll have to post a blog all about how we took in our two cats.

Through. "Though"?

Alright, so as I have said before, I like to read a lot (I average on a book every four to five days, but if it's my favorite book, Artemis Fowl, I can read it in one day. And I have. A lot). But this blog isn't about my reading habits, per-say. It's about the weird editing-mistakes that slip by the authors of said books and their editors. The most common of these errors (that I have found, at least), is the word "through". When writers really mean to say that so-and-so "went through the door", they end up making a mistake and writing that so-and-so "went though the door". Now, I know this is just nit-picking, because really, I have found worse errors in books than that, it's just, that particular error is the most common one that I keep running across, and I don't understand it. How can the writer miss that? Or worse still, how can the editors miss that? I mean, it is their job. And it's just a stupid missing "R" that we're talking about. It's not like it's that hard to put an "R" in the word "through". But no matter how easy it really is (to me, at least) to remember the missing "R" in "through", I can't help but notice how many books really leave it out. More than I could even say, because it's like, almost all of the books I've read. It's like an epidemic! Maybe I'm the only one to notice it, maybe writers around the world were brain-washed to think that they had indeed put the "R" in "through", but really they haven't. Maybe it's a way of dumbing us up, or making us go insane! Oh no, I think it's already happening to mee! I have found out that "dumbing" is not in spell-check, and I put an extra "E" in "me"!!! Its two layte four mee! Day hath all-raydee gott-un two mee! Butt yew kan steel safe yew-selve! Juss...hangg...en...thayre...
Alright, so I'm being just a bit dramatic...But maybe that was the point! To drive me insane!!!
Blog ya later, Miss Eccentric.
P.S. In case you don't know how to read dumb-text, I have included a translated version of the above:
"It's too late for me! They have already gotten to me! But you can still save yourself! Just...hang...in...there..."