A hunting we will go

I have decided to have a bit of fun...Heheheh...To do so, I have made a sort of scavenger hunt for you all! The question you will be trying to get the answer to is, "what will my next blog be about?"
The answer to this question will only be revealed if you follow the hints I have laid out for you. You may find these hints in this blog, or in my other blog, or even on my YouTube channel, but I wouldn't switch from one to the other unless the hint says to. Pay special attention to anything in the current hint you are trying to figure out that may be different: It may even be something as small as a change in color. Also, you may want to keep a piece of paper close by, and write down all that my hints tell you.
And now for the first hint: Starting here, don't hit the poll. Instead go directly to the second text from the top.
That's all I'm giving you for now!!! Happy hunting!
Blog ya later, Miss Eccentric.

OMG, Olympics!!! And first Vlog.

Why have I not covered the Olympics yet? I mean, I blog, so why haven't I even mentioned something as big as the Winter Olympics? What is wrong with me? Maybe because I can never remember what the hell happened...
Anyway, I just wanted to bring up the woman's figure skating from last night (was it last night? I don't know now, I watched whatever it was that we recorded on our DVR last night, so...). More specifically, I wanted to bring up Joannie Rochette, one of the skaters for Canada. And yeah, I know since I live in America that I should be rooting for USA, but I felt for this girl, and I can't help but wish that she will do well. I don't think she placed last night, but her performance was beautiful, and her story was heartbreaking. And yeah, yeah, I know I gripe about cry-ee shows, but this one snuck up on me, and I couldn't help but cry like a little baby. This is why: Joannie Rochette's mother died just days before, yet she still sucked it up and skated. I started crying the moment before she stepped on the ice to perform, because she looked as if she was going to cry herself. Then she skated, and they say it was her personal best performance ever. The moment she was done, she burst into tears. And not just the happy, relieved kind of tears that you get when you know you've done something right. These were the gut-wrenching kind that almost made it so though she could just barely make it off the ice. I blubbered like a total wimp, and I'm not ashamed to say so. And no matter what place she gets this Olympics, I will always remember her as the best skater out there. Hell, the best skater I have ever seen. You go Joannie, don't go for the gold, but do it for your mom!!! And I'm almost positive that she is so very proud of you!!!

And on another note...
I have created and posted my very first Video Log (or Vlog) on YouTube ever!!! Yay!!! Here it is:

Okay, so it's really, really stupid, but that's my specialty, isn't it? I plan on making any future Vlogs way better than that, but I just wanted to get the feel of how to record using my webcam, and how to edit the video and stuff, so now that I understand how to do it, my videos will be awesomely awesomer than this one. And yes I know that awesomer is not a word. But I don't care, because that's the best way I can think to express my feelings of awesomeness. Hey, that's weird, spell-check seems to think that awesomeness is actually a word. Which is funny, because I could have sworn that awesomeness was totally a made up word. Apparently not.
Okay, that's it for now!!!
Blog ya later, Miss Eccentric.

M.E. in Wonderland

Yesterday was a blast! Mr. Whiskers' birthday party was even better than I had expected. We left for his place around eleven thirty, and finished getting ready there. That's also where I got to meet a friend of Mr. Whiskers', Kyle. My brother, Mr. Whiskers, Kyle and I had a few good laughs, and then we left (I had to sit on the guys laps the whole way there, because we didn't have enough room in the car! That sucked...). Once there, we all found ourselves in awe at the huge room that Mr. Whiskers' parents had rented for the weekend. It was a villa, really, with at least four rooms, four bathes, a full kitchen, washer and drier, several TV's including a big flat screen TV, a pool table, and more. It was two floors, as well. So add on a staircase leading to the second floor to the list.
The girls stayed on the second floor, and the guys on the first, at least that's what I heard. I didn't get to stay overnight, but I did get to stay there till at least eleven o'clock before my mom came and picked me and my brother up. We didn't get to go in the park itself (just as I had expected), but we all had a blast in my opinion. Kyle and my brother explored the whole hotel (I think it was a six floor hotel, with balconies overlooking the lobby on each floor) together, leaving Mr. Whiskers and I to wander through Downtown Disney, looking through the shops. And boy did we run into a lot of Alice in Wonderland merchandise. It was like we were indeed in Wonderland, following Alice's story from a viewers standpoint. It was everywhere: T-shirts, tea cups, tea, toys, stuffed animals, playing cards, books, aprons, and other merchandise were strewn everywhere, not to mention that they had signs and posters in every window as well. And you know what? I wasn't that surprised, really. I mean, whenever Disneyland has something new coming out, they advertise overly so, selling the new thing like it was water to a bunch of people stuck in a sweltering desert for two weeks. Which is most likely why they are so successful, but whatever. It's also why they'll most likely take over the world some day. Oh yeah, the first worldwide president? Walt Disney, come back from the dead. Because if that happened, and he actually did come back from the dead, he would be the most loved man alive, especially sense he caters to the young, the people who will be running this world when the rest of the adults are too old to do so themselves.
Okay, so enough of my paranoid ramblings, let's just leave it at I had a good time, and I was happy to meet all of Mr. Whiskers' friends from school. And anyway, it was fun not going to the park, because we got to swim and play games like Marco-Polo, and tag, and water polo while in the pool.
And lastly, if any of you are reading (Mr Whiskers' friends, I mean), sorry I don't remember all your names, but at least a shout-out to Kyle, who ran around with my brother and I like a super ninja spy trying to hide from Mr. Whiskers on the various floors of the hotel lobby balconies (and no, we were not being mean to him, we were playing. And yes, I'm a bit too old to be playing like a kid in a hotel, but I don't care. I plan on staying young and fun for as long as possible, which means till I die or otherwise become incapacitated).
Happy birthday again Mr. Whiskers, and blog ya later!
-Miss Eccentric.
P.S. I am adding this on the go, as my reason for not spending the night at the hotel with Mr. Whiskers and his parents and friends is that I (and my family) had previous arrangements: Holy crap I am sore as hell. I knew that I would be hurting after a day of running around like a twelve year old and swimming the rest of day, but this is ridiculous. Everything hurts...Which brings me to my point: When did I get so old? I'm only eighteen, shouldn't I be able to handle this crap without regretting it too much the next day? I remember when I could go to cheerleading practice for several hours, then hike my butt to gymnastics the same day without a worry, then staying up past midnight just because I could...Ah, the good old days...
Okay that's all the complaining I'll be doing about that. Sorry about the whining for a second there.

Dizzyland

Yesterday was my best bud's fifteenth birthday, so tomorrow...We're all going to Disneyland to celebrate! Unfortunately for us, our timing is quite off, since there's supposed to be a storm this weekend...But, at least we're all going to be together, which is really all that counts I suppose. I mean, we're going to celebrate Mr. Whiskers' fifteenth birthday, so it doesn't really matter where we go to do it. Although, if the rain lets up, we're most likely going to go swimming in a hotel pool (did I mention that the birthday boy and some friends are staying at the Disney Resort? No? That's probably because I unfortunately can't stay over night, as me and my family have plans for Sunday...). My Mum says that it wouldn't be a good idea to swim in the rain (like we did the time before last when Mr. Whiskers invited us to Disney for his birthday), because we could get hit by lightning. You know, 'cause lightning is attracted to water, and all that. And yes, I know that the chance of getting hit by lightning in a hotel pool at Disneyland is very very slim, but you never know, it could happen! Mum says that if I did get hit by lightning, at least she would get a hefty amount of compensation from Disney. She says that if they don't have a sign up at the pool warning you not to swim in the rain, she could sue them. I find this not only hilarious, but actually worth getting hit by lightning for. You see, if I get hit by lightning and die, it will be most likely instantly, therefore no pain, and my family gets a bunch of money for it. If I get hit by lightning and survive, no harm no foul, and me and my family still get a bunch of money. Win-win, no?
(Don't worry if you didn't laugh, my family's sense of humor is quite dark. Especially mine)
Anyway, I'm actually quite glad that we're not going into the park. And I know, you're probably thinking right now, "what?!? It's Disneyland! What is wrong with you?!? Everyone loves Disneyland!!!" But you would be wrong on that standpoint. Because I think that the kind of people who don't like Disneyland are either emo's, who don't like anything cheery (I'll admit that that is partly the reason for which I do not like Disneyland that much, although that is because I just don't like cheery that much, not because I'm emo), or, someone who has a lot of phobias. And I'm one of those people.
Shall I list the most important phobias related to the subject of not liking Disneyland? Well, there's that thing where I don't like germs. I really don't like germies. Their gross, and you would not believe the crap you could catch at a high traffic place like Disneyland. The germs are like the size of a bus or something (No offense to BBB, I do not classify your big damn bus of a home as one big germ. In fact, you're both very clean from what I've seen). And yes, the maintenance people at Disneyland wipe things down every hour, but just think of how many snot-nosed kids can wipe their boogers on ride seat belts, or bars or whatever in an hour. You're scared now, right? Well, you should be.
Then we have the classic fear of heights. This is a common one, but it doesn't mean that I'm still not scared to death to get on one of those stupid roller coasters.
And last but surely not least, we have claustrophobia. This can be very much a problem when you have to stuff yourself into a very small seat and then ride through a very dark amusement ride and then drop down an unexpected dip. This sort of ride kind of includes all three major phobias of mine, the small dark seating, the germs from the last few hundred people who rode before me, and the falling down a large drop. Which sucks, and eliminates quite a few rides, really (for me at least). Then I'm just the party-pooper who sits by the sidelines waiting for everyone else to get off the rides, which also sucks quite a lot. So let's just say that I'm not too disappointed that we're most likely not going into the park.
Any-ways...That's all folks!!! I'll be sure to update tomorrow night and let ya'll know how much fun I had that you didn't! Hehe...
Blog ya later, Miss Eccentric.
P.S. Besides, am I the only one who hates chipper people? Oh wait, I've already touched on that...Oh well, saying it twice will only get the point across faster. Also, It's A Small World drives me nuts, 'cause then I'm sharing the joy for two weeks afterwords with that stupid song.