Haunted records find dead mom's son

Okay, so I don't know why, but I decided to check the news today, on my Yahoo! page, and when I got to the "Today" section where they tell you the top stories of the day, I saw the header for a very interesting story, about a man who went to an old antiques shop, and bought a stack of old vinyl records. When he got them home, and checked the records out, he found something that truly shocked him: a label on the records that had his deceased mothers name on them, and their old address. Needless to say, he was more than surprised, but happy to see them again. You see, his mom and his step father used to go out once a month to go dancing, and the dance club they went to let you bring your own records, and at the end of the night, you would get them back. This mans mother used to put labels on all of her old records, so she wouldn't lose them. When she died in 1979, Paul Campfield (the man in question) had no idea of what had become of his mothers old records, and was very lucky indeed to run across them at that antique store. I really thought that story was great, and wanted to share it with you. I mean, what are the odds that that man would find his mothers old vinyls after thirty years? Let me tell you, that man must have someone "up there" that's looking down on him. Good for you, Paul Campfield, and I was more than glad to read such an inspiring story.
(Sorry it's not really a Blog this time!) Miss Eccentric.
P.S. If you would like to read this story for yourself, just search for, "Sacramentan buys old vinyl 45s, finds out they were his mom's" and it should turn up.

They killed Fleur!

Just a few days ago, I finally went and saw Harry Potter and the Half Blood Prince in the theater. I have to say, I was sort of disappointed. They left so much of what was in the book out, and then added things that weren't in the book at all. It was quite confusing, to tell the truth. First, I would like to comment on how they left something so important as Fleur Delacour (AKA "Phlegm) and Bill's (one of Mr. and Mrs. Weasly's many son's) engagement. In the book, when Harry first gets to the Burrow, right before he goes to Hogwarts, (not when he visits for the holidays. And F.Y.I, the Burrow never gets burned down in the book! That's another example of the lies that the movie people are trying to feed us) he meets Fleur Delacour in the Burrow, and finds out that she and Bill are getting married. That was one of the many things I was looking forward to when the movie came out in the theater, because I found the awkwardness of Ron having the hots for her, and Ginny, Hermione and Molly (Mrs. Weasly) hating her guts and calling her Phlegm to be hilarious. But upon seeing the movie, I was sourly disappointed to see that they did not even mention her or Bill at all. Now I don't want to ruin it if you haven't read the book yet, (really, it's your fault if you haven't read it yet, because you've had plenty of time) but in the beginning of the Deathly Hallows, Bill and Fleur have their wedding. So I'm thinking, "how do they expect to throw the wedding into the seventh movie like that, with no wind-up in the story?" And also, in the Half Blood Prince movie, they left out Greyback (the werewolf) attacking Bill at the school when the Death Eaters showed up in the end. How could they leave something so pivotal to the story out?!? Plus, in the book, there was a lot more of Tonks and Lupin, and their own epic love story. But in the movie, they were in like, one scene, and it did not do justice to them at all. Okay, I think I should stop talking about this and move on, before I get too upset about it. Instead, I think I'll move on to the poor job of portraying Dumbledores genius. In the book, when he explains to Harry about the Horcruxes, (after Harry acquires the memory from Professor Slughorn) he tells him about his theory that Voldemort (I'm not afraid to say his name!) made seven Horcruxes, (or rather, six, since the seventh is the piece of soul that's left in his body) because seven is the most powerful number in the magical community, and that Harry had destroyed one already, (Tom Riddle's diary) and that he himself had destroyed one as well (Slytherin's ring, the one that Voldemort's grandfather, Marvolo, had stolen from him by Voldemort himself). Now, I don't want to get into this big history lesson about all the Horcruxes, because more likely than not, you have read the book yourself, and therefore know everything I'm telling you, so I'll just get to the point, which is: in the Half Blood Prince book, Dumbledore was almost sure that he was right about his theories, and was proven right when they got Slughorn's memory. In the movie, they made Dumbledore out to be a complete idiot, who had no idea what a Horcrux was before he saw the memory, and was shocked completely by the notion that Voldemort would have done something like that. And don't even get me started on how they killed Dumbledore in the movie.
Aww, too late...
So, in the book, Harry has to Apparate himself and Dumbledore out of the cave, (which was a big accomplishment, given the fact that Harry didn't even know how to Apparate very well to begin with, plus the fact that he had to take Dumbledore with him piggy-back Apparition, which was supposed to be very hard for a beginner!) and when they get past Madame Rosemerta in Hogsmead, (who they didn't mention being under the Imperius curse in the movie) they flew to a landing on the Astronomy Tower, where Dumbledore ultimately died. When they got there, Dumbledore used a stunning spell on Harry, who was still wearing his Invisibility Cloak, and Harry got stuck there, without the ability to move even the slightest muscle, and had to watch Dumbledore die right in front of him, without being able to stop it. In the movie, Dumbledore has Harry hide down below, and Draco comes in, and they talk, and when Snape comes in, he comes in behind Harry, and puts his finger up to his lip, as if to say, "shush", and Harry just stands there and lets him go up and kill Dumbledore! What?!? They made it out to look like Harry trusted Snape! Like that would ever happen! If Harry had Snape down there with him, he would have immobilized him or something, because he wouldn't have trusted Snape enough to let him up there with all the other Death Eaters, especially if Dumbledore were so weak! But whatever, it's not like I can change the movie or anything. And also, (this is the last thing I'll complain about, I swear!) they didn't even talk about the Apperition lessons, which would have been funny to see in the movie. And also, (this is the last time! Really!) they did not do justice to Harry and Ginny's kiss, at all. So all-in-all, I guess what I'm trying to say, is that the movie didn't quite add up to my expectations, although, I guess if you don't think about what was in the book, it was a good movie. Darker than the other five movies, but it was good.
Hope I didn't bore the heck out of you, Miss Eccentric.

You want me to SAND my skin?

Have you ever heard of this product that you use to get rid of unwanted hair? It's this thing that you use kind of like sand paper that's supposed to get rid of hair, by sanding it off. When I saw the commercial for this product, I was just thinking, "what? you want me to sand my skin? ouch!" They say it doesn't hurt at all, and that it's safe to use on your lip or legs or even armpits, and that its supposed to leave your skin feeling silky smooth. Well, yeah! You're sanding your skin! Of course it's going to feel soft! That's what sanding does! It makes things soft! My mom and aunt and I were at the store shortly after we first saw this commercial, and we found this product, and checked it out. When we opened it up to see, we found out that this stuff is actually sand paper. Just sand paper that had its own fancy holder thing. My mom tried it out on her arm, to see if it worked, and it did. Sort of. You see, my mom's hair is very fair. So you couldn't see it on her arms to begin with. So when she sanded her arm with this stuff, not only did it miss most of the hair, but it made my mom's skin very red and raw looking. Gee, I wonder why? Maybe because she, oh I don't know, sanded her skin! When we got home, we started talking about it again, and we were thinking, since they used sand paper as a hair removal product, and they think that works, they should try using an electric sander! That will work twice as good as regular sand paper! And talk about exfoliating! You'll have very soft skin! Even better, you'll have no skin at all! Now that's a good product!
Blog ya later, Miss Eccentric.

Do news casters go to a secret school, or what?

Okay, so I don't know if you've noticed, but when you're watching the news, and an anchorman (or woman) comes on and starts talking, they all sound the same. Its like they go to a secret school, where they teach them to act and sound like a news person. (my English is superior, is it not?) They all nod their heads when they talk, to punctuate words at the right moment, and their voices are all equally as boring as the next news person. Their voices are trained to go high and low in timbre in places it wouldn't usually go. And if they mess up a word, they go back and say something like, "or rather" and then the real word they were supposed to say, to cover up the mistake. And when they do go back and correct themselves, their voices do not change at all. They just sound like their droning on and on. And also, they always miss pronounce things. It's so annoying. It's like, your a news caster, you should know how to pronounce words the way they were meant to be pronounced! Come on, people! And whats with all the weather people always wanting it to be hot? Its true, whenever it's really cold out, (which isn't very often. Hello, its California, where the weather has decided to boy-cot winter) they always complain that it's too cold, and that they can hardly wait till it warms up. And then when it looks like its going to warm up again, they get all excited and start saying things like, "looks like its going to warm up this weekend. I bet all you surfers out there are happy. I know I am! ha ha ha!" It's stupid. Whats so great about heat? I sure don't like it when its a hundred degrees outside. Its not pleasant in my opinion. I guess what I'm trying to say, is that news people are annoying, and fake. They make corny jokes that aren't funny, they're way too chipper-cheetah, (he he, ha ha, my mom made up that saying, and its hilarious!) and they don't speak correctly.
Blog ya later, Miss Eccentric.

Why don't people write letters anymore?

Whats wrong with writing a letter? Nobody ever writes letters to each other. I don't see what the problem is. Whats so great about Texting? Or emails? Or IM's? What, they cant spell correctly, or use proper grammar? So they just abbreviate everything, because they're too lazy to type or (god forbid) actually write the words on paper, with a pen? Did you know that they don't teach kids these days how to improve their handwriting? In the old days, (when my Nana was in school) They actually had handwriting lessons, where they'd teach you how to use the Palmer Method (for all you grammatically impaired, that just means its a fancy way to write in cursive). But they don't teach that stuff in school anymore. In fact, they don't even teach you how to hold a pen correctly. Now I don't mean to brag, but I know how to hold the pen correctly, and how to write in longhand. My cursive is impeccable, and I make sure it stays that way by practicing. I have even taken up writing with a quill and ink, on parchment, and I'm getting better at calligraphy. I find the art of writing to be quite fascinating, but for some reason, other people my age don't seem to care what their handwriting is like, or how proper their grammar is. Whenever someone says, "just write me" they always mean by Email, or Text, and so-on and so-forth. I think that when someone says "just write me", we should send an actual letter, by post. Post meaning mail, like the kind of mail you get your bills in, or the kind of mail you get that annoying junk mail in. Not "you've got mail" from the stupid electronic device that runs your life. Now don't get me wrong, I love my little laptop a lot, but I don't worship over it like some false god or something. I don't spend my whole life withering away in front of it, or even putting all my personal affairs into the little thing, and trusting it with my life in the process. I use it more or less as an electronic type writer, and of course in my free time in the day, I post blogs. But I don't go crazy about it. In fact, I haven't even downloaded anything on to it, including games. In my opinion, games should be played on game systems, conversations should be taken place in person or on the phone, information should be gathered in a dictionary or library, letters should be hand written and sent in the mail, and lives shouldn't be wasted watching youtube. I for one, am not an electronic zombie.
Blog ya later, Miss Eccentric.
P.S. Did you know that the word "Texting" isn't even in the dictionary?

Why do electronics hate me?

Hello, my name is Miss Eccentric, and I'm technologically impaired. I'm not proud of it, but its true. Every electronic device I've owned breaks. My Gameboy Color, Gameboy Advanced, Gameboy Advanced SP, Nintendo DS, Nintendo DS light, PSP, every old cell phone that I own, an old laptop that my brother gave me, and even the book light that I got no more than a month ago, and only used a few times, have all broken, for no apparent reason. Even my new laptop mini, that I got only a few days ago, broke. Of course, the return policy was still up, (because it was like four days into it, not sixty) so we got it exchanged for a new one. Now everybody insisted that it is not my fault that these things break, because I am very careful with everything, (except the DS, because that broke when I tripped over a hose, and it was in my purse, so I smashed it...) but despite the fact that I am very careful, (especially now that I know I tend to break things) things continue to break. I have, like, the worst luck ever when it comes to electronics. I have a socket right next to my bed that I plug my lamp into, (so I can read in bed) and even that has some kind of short in it, and I cant plug my lamp into it until we get it fixed. Which is why I was using a book light in the first place, and why it broke after only a week or so's use. I am very lucky that my camera has made it for almost eight whole month's, and my current cell phone has made it for a good two years (probably because I don't text). I hope my Netbook lasts for years to come, because if it didn't, I wouldn't be able to blog!
Here's hoping, Miss Eccentric.

How come my grandma doesn't respect my privacy?

Okay, so my great grandmother lives with us, and for some reason, she doesn't seem to have any manners left. She doesn't respect our privacy, she complains when we leave the room for a while, and she doesn't seem to know how to be polite about food she doesn't like. Let me elaborate on the not-respecting-our-privacy thing: one time, when we were saying good night to her, (we all take turns) and it was my moms turn, she did something that mortified both me and my mom. As my mom approached her for a hug, in her pajamas already, my Nana, (that's what we all call her) decided that it would be funny to actually poke my moms nipple! Yeah, that's right, she poked my moms nipple, several times, and said, "whats that?" as she did so! I couldn't believe what I was seeing. When I mentioned it to my mom after we left the room, she kindly told me what she was thinking as it happened: "oh, my, god! she's poking my nipple!" and when Nana asked what it was, "like you don't know! you have those too!" Although she never actually said these things aloud to my Nana. Instead she answered the question that made her want to crawl out of her skin. I wont tell you what she actually said, because your most likely tired of hearing about nipples. So lets move on to how if she see's my mom or I walking around the house on a hot summer morning in a tee shirt and underwear, (we were all cover up! its not like we were indecent!) she thinks its funny to lift up our long pajama shirts to look at our underwear. Yeah, she does that! She looks at our underwear like we're freaks or something. She also goes to the bathroom with the door open (even when company is there), and changes her clothes with her bedroom door open. But, I should mention that she's eighty-three, and we love her despite her quirks.
Blog ya later, Miss Eccentric.
P.S. Feel free to tell me an embarrassing story about your grandparents in the comments section of my blog page (just don't make it too long, eh?).

I need to vent...

In this installment of Miss Eccentrics blog, I have decided that I need to vent a little about things that bug me. First, whats up with people talking on their phones when they're driving? I mean, its supposed to be illegal to drive and talk on a cell phone, unless you use a blue-tooth. So why do people still drive with their cells attached to the side of their faces? It's stupid, and I don't like it. I for one don't like the idea that I could get hit just because someone was stupid enough to talk on their idiotic phones instead of paying attention to what they were doing. Not that I even drive, (I cant afford a car in this economy, can I? no. but who can?) but that's
beside the point.

Also, why cant people read a book anymore? Whats wrong with a good novel? Nothing in my opinion. In fact, besides writing, reading is one of my favorite activities. But try and get a teenager to read a book, and see how far you get with that. When I was at the book store not so long ago, (yeah, I buy a lot of books. so what. I told you I like reading.) I overheard some teenage boys talking, and they were like, "wheres a 'mid summer nights dream?'" but they couldn't even remember the whole title. It took them a minute to say the whole thing. And I was thinking, "what?! who doesn't know 'a mid summer nights dream'? its a classic. Of course, you probably think I'm a total geek, but whatever. Its not like I've actually read that particular book, but I have heard of it a lot. So, there.

While we're on the subject of teenagers, I'd just like to mention, TEENAGERS HAVE A REALLY BAD REP!!! I don't like to be associated with teenagers, because I'm not like them, and I don't like people to judge me just because of my age. For instance: when you enter a movie theater, the adults that work there look at you like you're going to make trouble. And when you try to strike a conversation up with an adult, and you sound very mature, (as I do when I talk to adults) then they act all surprised. Like teenagers don't know how to act civilized, or something, and they cant believe that they have just found the only civilized teenager alive. Then they start asking you how old you are, because they cant believe that you actually are a teenager. And when you tell them, they say stuff like, "really? I thought you were older. you're too polite to be a teenager, ha ha ha." I wish adults would stop assuming that because I'm a teenager, I'm automatically going to be a ditz who just sits there and texts all day.

And finally, what is it about me that says, "twelve year old"? Every time I meet someone new, they always think I'm twelve or thirteen at first, and I'm seventeen. I'm not a child. I've graduated, thank you very much. I went with my best friend to the movies not too long ago, and he was getting us tickets, and he got us the child's prices! (in case you didn't know, you have to be, like twelve or under to get a child's price) And I was standing right there with him, and we got away with it! What the hell! That means the guy thought I looked twelve! Sigh...at least when I'm in my thirties, I'll look like I'm in my twenties still.

Blog ya later, Miss Eccentric.

Are you TRYING to poke my eye out?

Just recently, I was watching TV with my mom and my brother (yeah, so I watch TV with my mom and my brother. I also watch TV with my mom, brother and dad at the same time. So what? We all like each others company. It's not a crime), and a commercial came on, advertising a new mascara. And get this, the new mascara in question, actually vibrates! Yeah, you read right, it vibrates! It's supposed to be the newest technology in mascara. They say that the vibrating mascara stick helps to separate the eyelashes, and therefore make it appear that you have longer lashes. But all I'm thinking is, "what, are you trying to poke my eye out?" I mean, come on. Just think about it: The mascara stick that you are about to touch your eyelashes with, is vibrating. I don't know if anyone else has noticed, but your eyelashes are really close to your eyes! I mean, you're going to be putting mascara on, with this vibrating thing, and you're going to get up to your eye, and you're either going to poke your own eye out, and go blind, or you're going to splatter mascara all over your face. You'll be going out, and people will be staring at you, because you have little black specks all over your face! "Oh, no. That's not a mole, that's just mascara." Yeah, real effective. I for one, am never using that particular mascara. I think I like being able to see, thank you very much. Well, actually, it might be worth it, just so you can sue the makers when you do poke your eye out.
Blog ya later, Miss Eccentric.

Blog about Vlogs

Whats up with Vlogs, anyway? You just sit there, in front of a camera, and gripe about things you don't like. It's stupid! I mean, what, you cant think of a better way of getting your point across? You cant maybe write about things that bug you? What, you cant spell, so you just make a video? And who has enough time to sit around and make videos anyway? I don't know about you, but I have things to do. I cant just sit in front of a camera all day, when I have a life to live. And who wants to watch videos of people whining about there pet peeves? That's stupid. Like I care what you think about famous people and new movies and what-not. Or, like I want to watch you try your hand at acting, when you really suck. I don't see the point of a Vlog. In fact, I should make a Vlog, about my Blog about Vlogs, and I can say something like, "why Vlog, when you can Blog about Vlogs and then make a Vlog about Bloging Vlogs, and write in your Blog about Vlogs that you think Vlogs are stupid and you don't want to Vlog, but you have to Vlog, because you want to get your point across that you don't like Vlogs", and it will be really cool, and people will finally see how I feel about Vloging.
Blog ya later, Miss Eccentric.