Drink water!!!

On a more serious note, today I would like to urge you all to drink lots of water. Last night, we had to take my dad to the hospital and get an IV in him, because he was dehydrated. This is a big problem lately because of the heat, and also the fires nearby. People with Asthma, beware: the air quality is not so great right now, so try not to leave your houses too much, and be sure to drink lots and lots of water, or you will have dehydration problems. Also, be careful when you go outside: if you don't have an air-conditioner in your car, you might get too hot and have a heat-stroke. And trust me, those are not fun. Now I want you to know that I am not professional of any sort, so don't take what I have said to be the law-of-hot-days. I am merely speaking from experience on the matter, nothing more. Now, just to annoy you, I will repeat my tips: Don't go outside unless you have to, especially if you have had a heat-stroke before, or you have Asthma; drink lots of water, you should be peeing like a race-horse every two to three hours; don't be stupid, if you have an air-conditioner, and you have not turned it on because of the price of the bill, but you are currently too hot for comfort, then for gods sake, either turn your air-conditioner on and stop penny-pinching, or go stick your head in the hose; and finally, don't sit in the sun. That would be extremely stupid of you.
Just keep cool, and stay smart.
Blog ya later, Miss Eccentric.
P.S. I may sound kind of like a nag, but I'm just trying to help, so don't be mad at me.

It's so HOT!!!

Today, I have decided to do nothing but complain about the nasty heat that has appeared outside to melt us all lately. I mean, really. Who decided to make it so hot out? I know, it must be a personal joke of god's! He's just thinking, "Ooh, you know what would be funny? Is if I made it really hot in Los Angeles, just so that Miss Eccentric girl is miserable, and then she'll decide to write a blog about it!". You know, if you think about it, he's sort of doing me a favor by making it hot, because now I have something to blog about today. So, I guess you can blame me for your heat-stroke. Anyway, have I ever mentioned that I really don't like to be hot? Well, it's true. I don't like the heat at all, and this is just nasty heat going on right now. It's like, a hundred and five out where I am, and we don't have an air-conditioner in our truck, so we can't go anywhere without melting into little puddles. Okay, we do sort of have an air-conditioner in the truck. You see, we roll down the windows, and go really fast. That's our air-conditioner. At least we have one in our house (although it's pretty old, so it tends to freeze-up, and then we have to turn it off and suffer for a while, which sucks). So anyway, while we're on the subject of heat, I would like to mention the way we cool ourselves off, when the air-conditioner isn't working the way it should. What we do is, we put our bathing-suits on, and go outback, and then stick the hose over our heads. And that seems to work pretty well, except when my dad comes out. Because when he gets near the water, he hogs it all. Really, my mom can be trying to water the plants (so they don't die), and he'll just follow the hose around and stand in the way the whole time. And if we manage to get him to sit down in a lawn chair (so he can smoke a cigar, and have some coffee), he periodically asks us to squirt him, which gets a bit tedious, when you're busy washing a car, or watering plants, and he's asking you to quirt him all the time. Now don't get me wrong, I love my dad, and I even think his quirks are funny, but I just had to complain a little bit about him being a total water hog. Besides, it was my mom who gave me the idea to write about his water-hogging-ness (yes, that's not a real word!). So I'm not making fun of him, I'm merely pointing out the obvious. So there.
I'm melting...!
Blog ya later, Miss Eccentric.
P.S. I sure hope it cools down for my birthday this year...for once...

Prepare, for the funniest movie EVER!!!

In this installment of Miss Eccentric's blog, I just want to announce that my best friend has come back from a trip, and him and my brother and I, have finished a movie we were working on! I believe my brother has posted it on youtube, so you can look for it there. It's called: "Really Stupid Movie", and I must say, it's hilarious. If you like it, watch out for the next couple movies called: "Really Stupid Sequel", and "Really Stupid Movie 3.0". It may take a while for us to finish those two, so just be patient, and I'll post an announcement on my blog when we're done with it. Also, since we could only make the movie so long, we didn't get to put the intro that I wrote for it in the actual movie. So I have decided to post that in my blog now, as a sort of teaser for the movie. So here it is:

Once upon a time, there was a Really Stupid Movie. And in this Really Stupid Movie, there were Really Stupid characters, and these Really Stupid characters did Really Stupid things. And though these Really Stupid things that the Really Stupid characters in this Really Stupid movie did are Really Stupid, they mean a lot to the Really Stupid characters, in this really stupid movie. So try not to judge this Really Stupid movie with the Really Stupid characters that do Really Stupid things by saying something like, "that was really stupid". Instead, why don't you watch this Really Stupid Movie with the Really Stupid characters that do Really Stupid things, and at the end, you may then (and only then), tell me what you thought of it. Enjoy!!!

If you like to watch people do Really Stupid things, then I believe this will be the movie for you. Here's hoping that you'll like it...!
Blog ya later, Miss Eccentric.
P.S. If you do like it, be sure to tell all your friends about it! Also, since it's pretty new, and not very many people have seen it yet, if you want to see it on youtube, you should type in, "idknowstudios- really stupid movie", and you'll find it there (I'm the girl with the white shirt on, and my friend Mr. Whiskers is the one with the cast on).

Excuse me, would you be so kind as to catch me? I seem to be falling...

Okay, so not everyone knows this, but since I was a cheerleader for three years in Popwarner, I do know this. When I went to my first cheer-camp, and learned how to fly for the first time (flying is when the other girls on your team pick you up, and throw you around. A "Stunt" team consists of two spotters, one on each side of the Flyer, one back-spot, and sometimes one front spot, depending on the type of stunt you are preforming), the instructors informed us that if a Flyer thought that they were going to fall, they should yell out "falling", so their spotters could have some warning before they had to catch you. Now, unless you've ever done any stunts as a cheerleader before, then you probably don't know that when one is falling out of a stunt, it happens really fast. One moment, your standing up there with your spotters holding your feet, and the next, they're cradling you because you just fell. You get like, not even two seconds warning before you realize that you are indeed about to fall, and when you do realize it, you are already falling and there is no point in yelling "falling" when your spotters can clearly see that you are falling. And I repeat, there is no point in yelling that you are falling, when you have just landed in their arms, because you hadn't had time to realize that you just fell, until it was too late. If that even makes any sense. Which, in my opinion, it makes perfect sense. But I'm kinda nuts, so whatever. Anyway, so when I hear this from the instructors, I'm just thinking, "What, you want me to pause mid-fall and be like, 'excuse me, would you be so kind as to catch me? I seem to be falling...' Yeah, right." But I didn't say this aloud...
Of course, I didn't really need the "falling" system, because I hardly ever fell. In fact (not to brag, or anything), I got a special ribbon for flying my first time out, because I did a Full (which is when your spotters hold you up over their heads, and let me tell you, for someone who's afraid of heights, it's pretty high up there) and hardly anyone who was flying for the first time did Fulls. That was supposed to be reserved for when you get the hang of a Half (which is when your spotters hold you at chin length). And, I was pretty good at doing a cradle (which is when your spotters are holding you up there, in a Full or Half, and then they count, "one, two, down up" and on "up" they throw you in the air, and catch you in a cradle. Hence the name). Okay, so I'm bragging a little, but hey. My point here is, that a lot of the stuff they make you do when you are a cheerleader, is really stupid and annoying. Like, one of my many coaches once told us, that to be a cheerleader, just act really chipper and retarded, and you'll look the part. You see, they make you smile. All the time. And for someone like me (who hates those stupid chipper-cheetahs), it is very difficult to do nothing but smile, and jump around acting all hyper, when your standing there in the sun all day, watching the football guys play (yeah, they make you stand there in the sun during the whole game, and you have to stand up strait, with your hands behind your back, and when your coach yells out a cheer she wants you to do, you have to turn around and do it, smiles and jumping and crisp movements and all, until she yells "one more time", and then you get to end it, Rally, -which is when you jump up and down yelling stuff like," go team go!" "we rock!" etc. etc.- and then you get to turn back around and stand there until the couch yells out another cheer. It's a vicious cycle...) and you get hot and cranky, and your feet hurt, and god forbid your coach gets stunt happy and makes you do stunts on the dirt, and cheer at the same time. Which is hard, because it's not very sturdy up there as it is, but then try waving your arms about, and tell me whether or not you can keep your balance. Not that I ever complained to the coach, or just stopped doing what I was told. I would just get it over with, and do a good job while I was at it. Anyway, the real point is, cheerleading is harder than people think, and it really sucks when your training for a competition, (doing a routine over and over and over and over and over again) and one stunt team falls during the routine, and the coach makes the whole team do laps around the whole football field, then come back and do push-ups and sit-ups, and then go back to doing you routines (did I happen to mention that when I was cheering, the coaches expected me to do Gymnastics as well? Yeah, so we could tumble at competitions as well as doing Stunts). Cheerleading is a hard-core sport, and no one realizes this.
...Except me...
Blog ya later, Miss Eccentric.
Okay, so this blog was a lot longer than I had originally planed it to be...(I do that a lot) but hey, I just needed to vent about cheerleading...Also, I must add that both my parents deserve kudos for helping me out the whole time I was in cheer. My mom was a cheerleader in high school (the first sophomore in her school to make varsity), so she helped me a lot with my routines, and my dad and my brother and my mom used to help me with my Stunts, by picking me up themselves. So, kudos to all of them for picking me up and throwing me around, and helping me out when I needed it. Love you guys!

Why are movies so predictable?

Okay, so I know that if you have watched a guy on youtube called FLuffee, then what I'm about to say will be a bit deja vu-ish, (and yes, I know that's not proper English!) but it has to be said. It seems like any movie I watch, whether it be a scary movie, a romantic comedy, or action, or whatever, me and my family (or whoever I happen to be watching the movie with) always know what's going to happen next. We always know how the story will go, even if we haven't seen the movie till just then (or TV show, because we can predict those too). Here's a few examples:

Romantic comedy: Boy meets girl (or girl meets boy), at first they may not get along, but somewhere down the road, one of them realizes their love for the other, although the other is still clueless, then one of them lies about something big (their true identity, the fact that they're getting married, or already are married, one of them has a kid, or one of them has pretended to have a kid although in real life they don't, one lied about being really rich, etc. etc. etc.), the other gets really angry and feels betrayed because of said lie, the other feels really bad, and tries to make it better, at first it doesn't work, even after the big "I'm sorry, I love you more than anything in the world" speech, the one who lied then goes and pouts somewhere, all depressed because the other couldn't forgive them, then when the one thinks their life is over, the other shows up, and says some witty little line that no one ever says in true life, and they kiss and live happily ever after.

Scary movie: Usually starts out normal, maybe a young girl moves into an old home with her single father, she's looking around the house, and maybe finds a secret room behind a wall in the closet, the room is all dusty and creepy, she gets creeped out and leaves, maybe she has a nightmare about the room over the next few nights, but just tells herself that it's just her imagination going wild on her, she goes to a new school and meets new people, the new friends of hers all say her house is haunted, and that she shouldn't stay there, she doesn't believe them, maybe over the next few nights she starts getting curious about what her friends told her (maybe that someone really creepy died in the house, or some crazy person murdered their child in the house), and she goes back into the room in the middle of the night, all alone, in her pajamas, with only one flashlight, which will most likely go out as soon as she enters the room, but she won't go back and get new batteries, she'll just keep going, and then maybe a creepy ghost/monster/creepy killer guy will jump out at her, and then later on in the movie (after she thinks she's gone crazy, because she told her father and all her friends about the ghost/monster/creepy killer guy, and none of them believe her), the ghost/monster/creepy killer guy is coming after her, and right before it drags to hell/eats/kills her, she finally figures out how to kill it (tell it how it died and that it can leave now/use a certain weapon to kill it(vampire and/or werewolf)/push it out a window, drown it, or accidentally electrocute it), and she lives happily ever after, although changed for the better from the experience.

Action: Either the main character kills everybody, or he kills every body and in the end kills himself/gets killed. Needless to say, lots and lots of people get grotesquely murdered, and there's a lot of blood and gore. Although, sometimes, there is a relatively happy ending, like the two main characters kill all the bad guys, and end up together. But really, it always has a lot of death, whether it turns out good in the end or not.

See what I mean? I have just explained the main story line for many different movies/TV shows that I have watched (and that's a lot, because we have over a thousand DVDs). I just want to see a movie where the bad guy wins, you know? Although, if that happened, I'd probably be pissed off, and write a blog about how the good characters all died, and the stupid bad guy won.
...There's just no pleasing some people...
Blog ya later, Miss Eccentric.

Because we can

America is the land of because-we-can. We Americans take for granted all the posh things we get, just because we can. I mean, what other country do you know that builds giant statues made from rice-crispy treats, because we can? Any other country would use all that otherwise-wasted-food to eat and to feed the poor, not make inedible statues just to say, "we made a statue out of rice-crispy treats, and I bet you couldn't make one as big as ours!" We also make roller coasters and other thrill rides, and put them on top of large buildings, because we can. How crazy do you have to be to go to the roof of a very tall building (which I would never do, because there is no reason for me to go to the roof of a tall building, when I can be safe and sound on the ground, where I belong), and then ride thrill rides that hang you off the edge of the building, just to get a short lived rush of adrenalin? I mean, really? What's so fun about hanging dangerously over the edge of a building, when if something happens to go wrong, you'll plummet to your death? I don't see it. Also, why do most people have more than three cars? What's the use of that? Why would you need more than two cars, at most, just to drive yourself places you need to go? Because we can, that's why. Or how about how we buy things that we think we want, but end up just throwing it away because we never use said things? Or how when something breaks, we just throw it away and buy a new whatever-it-was, without even trying to fix it? Ooh, or how when a new model of a certain thing comes out, we go out and buy it, when our old model works just fine? Or how woman buy thousand-dollar out-fits (shoes, bags, dresses, etc.), when they have a whole closet full already? Or how about when we have these beautiful gardens, that we hired someone else to create, and when it starts to die (because we didn't water it), we just tear it all out, and plant something completely new, without even trying to bring the slightly brown plants back to life by actually watering them? And back on the subject of wasting large amounts of food, why do we do that, anyway? We just throw away things we don't like, without even thinking that maybe we could give it to someone less fortunate than us (at least less fortunate money wise, because most people who aren't rich, are altogether nicer people than the average rich person), when we could be kind and help someone else, other than ourselves! I wish everyone was more giving, and caring for others...then our country would be a better place...
Blog ya later, Miss Eccentric.
P.S. I will be posting a part two of this blog, I just don't know exactly when yet.

Don't touch me, I might get expelled!

Did you know that in public school, you're not allowed to hug each other? That's right, you're not allowed to hug, or hold hands with your friends and/or boyfriend (or girlfriend) on school campus. I think that's taking it a bit far, don't you think? I mean, yeah, I don't want kids getting raped or anything, but what's wrong with two kids the same age holding hands? Or hugging? Or (dare I say it!), kissing each other on the cheek? I mean, I can understand if one of the kids has said that he/she doesn't want any of those things from someone, then yeah, they should not be allowed to do all of the above without permission. And if they do it anyway, they should get in trouble. But not expelled from the school, because that's ridiculous. They should get three chances, and if by the third offense they have not learned their lesson, they should get detention. And yeah, if some kid goes as far as to actually molest or rape a fellow student, they should definitely be kicked out of school, and maybe even put in some sort of corrective facility for young people. But if one kid merely hugged another kid without permission, the most they should get is detention. I mean, come on. When I was little (which wasn't that long ago, really), kids hugged or tried to kiss other kids all the time. There was always that one kid, who wasn't afraid of cooties, and ran around trying to kiss all the pretty girls (or boys, if the cootie-fearless kid was a girl). Now, you can't even hold hands. Ooh, while we're on the subject of school kids and cooties, I'd like to state that when one kid hit another kid, it was because they had a crush on the kid they hit. Everyone knew that rule when I was little. Now, that kid would probably be charged with assault and battery, and sent to a prison full of evil criminals who will charge cigarettes for toilet paper, and give them aids because they tattooed them with nasty dirty needles, and then they would grow up, and finally get out of jail, and then go murder the whole school faculty for vengeance, because they blame the school for sending them to jail at such an early age, and then they'll get arrested again, and they'll be sentenced to death, but they'll "accidentally" poison themselves right before they're executed, and that will postpone the execution, and then they'll break out of the hospital that they had to stay at, and then they'll run around outside of the hospital doing a victory dance, and they'll get hit by a school bus and die (talk about irony). Okay, so that's very unlikely...But really, what's the world coming to, if kids can't even hold hands with their friends at school?!?
Anyway, blog ya later, Miss Eccentric.

Global warming will create new ice age! Wait, what?

Evidently, because of the icecaps melting, there will be a new ice age. Huh? Does that make any sense to you? So, because of global warming, we're going to have an ice age? I have to say, this is not the strangest thing people have been trying to tell us through the years, despite the fact that their "hot ice age" does not compute with me at all. Every time you watch the news, they tell you something new that is hazardous to our health. Like, for instance, milk. They used to say that milk was bad for you, and you shouldn't drink it too much. Now they're telling us that milk is good for you, and helps you lose weight if you drink a glass a day. "What? You just told me it was bad for me not too long ago!" And diet sodas. That's my favorite (one of them). They say that diet sodas are soo good for you (at least better than regular sodas), but in reality, the fake sugar that they use to replace the real kind, is worse for you than the real stuff. You see, your body doesn't quite know what to do with the fake sugar, so it can cause all sorts of problems, and evidently, some chemical that they use in it can even cause cancer. So you're thinking, "wholly crap! I'm gonna get cancer because I use that fake sugar crap in everything?!?" Not to worry, as long as you eat plenty of hot peppers, I think you'll be fine. Did you know that the capsaicin in a hot pepper is being used as a possible cure for cancer? There have been studies on it, and it has shrunk the size of tumors in test mice. And, it's good for pain. I like spicy foods, so I'm gonna eat a whole lot, and maybe I wont get cancer. Also, how about a few years back they had the all-meat diet? Where you eat nothing but meat, and that's supposed to help you lose weight. And it turns out, the people that did that diet ended up having really high cholesterol. Ooh, smart! I want to go on that diet!!! Oh, and garlic! They say that garlic is bad for you, when really, it's not. Or how about how they complain that people need to take care of their homes, and yet, when you try to wash your driveway down, they complain that you're using too much water. Or, "you're killing the environment! But if you buy one of our fancy hybrid cars, you'll save the environment!" How are we supposed to afford to buy one of those expensive cars anyway? What, they think we're made of money? Or they think we want to wait a year on a waiting list for one of those ugly cars? They do that! They make you wait on a waiting list, because they cant make them fast enough! And they are ugly. At least, in my opinion they are. Or, "we should all plant fruits and vegetables in our yard, to save the environment!" But, "don't use too much water!" WE LIVE IN CALIFORNIA! HOW DO YOU EXPECT US TO KEEP ANY PLANTS ALIVE IN CALIFORNIA WITHOUT WATERING THEM A WHOLE BUNCH!!! Sigh...I just think this "going green" crap is just that. Crap. Now don't get me wrong, I do want to treat our environment better, but how am I supposed to do that with all the contradictions in how to do that? Every time they tell us to do a certain thing to help the environment, they come up with some law, or other suggestion on how to "save the planet" that completely contradicts the last suggestion! Like, "don't use so much electricity!" But, "don't use gas, or coal!" How are we supposed to do anything without one or the other? How are we supposed to drive one of their cars that we payed a fortune for, and waited a year to get, if they don't want us to use too much electricity? Or how about my personal favorite (another one), where they do not have Albuterol rescue inhalers available here anymore, because they are "hurting our ozone layer"? How are my family and I going to breath right if we cant get refills for our inhalers? First you give us asthma, because we are the most polluted in America, then you take away our inhalers! Thanks, L.A.! From the bottom of our hearts, we thank you for screwing us to the wall, and leaving us for dead!
See you in the hospital (if you can afford it), Miss Eccentric.

Bringing techno back

I'm just here today to gripe, because I can. Okay, I don't know about you, but I really don't like techno music. In my opinion, it sounds really stupid, and fake. It's just not real music, to me. But lately, I've been noticing that techno music is coming back. People think it sounds really cool to make their voices sound all robotic, and fake. I don't get this. The kind of music that I listen to is real, and the singer is really singing. Not just talking, and making it sound weird with special effects. I like my music to tell a story. Whether that story be how someone broke up with them, or how they fell in love, or how they wish the world was a better place, I don't really care. As long as it tells a real story, about real life. Not just something like, "I kissed a girl and I liked it". I mean, eww. I don't need to here how you kissed a girl and liked it. That's your own business, not the whole worlds. I also really don't like pop music, but I think that's another blog, for another time. Right now, I'm talking about techno. And let me tell you, techno does not belong in this era. Hell, it didn't belong in the eighties either, but whatever. My point is, whatever happened to a good rock band? I mean, what's wrong with that? Or maybe even a little ska music? Or (and this is a big one, because I don't know anyone who would listen to it in this day-and-age), what about a good classical musician? Like Beethoven, or something? No one listens to that anymore. And I don't see why not. We teenagers could learn a lot from listening to classical music, instead of pop, or rap, or techno. Techno isn't even considered music, in my opinion. It is a disgrace to musicians out there, that sing with their soul, not a machine that changes their voice completely. Anyway, I hope that you know that if you happen to like techno (unlikely, if your a friend of mine at least), you don't have to take offense to what I've said, because this is merely my opinion, and it doesn't matter to me if you don't agree.
Blog ya later, Miss Eccentric.

The great debate: Aliens and UFOs

Today, I took the time to do a little research, and on a more serious note than usual, I would like to talk about Aliens, and UFOs. And not the actual definition of "Alien", as in "foreign" or "strange", or even "an unknown object", or the actual definition of "UFO", as in "Unidentified flying object", but the more known (or used) definition, like "little green creatures from space", and "flying discs" or "Alien spacecraft from outer-space". I have done research on both sides of the debate, and have come up with a small argument for each, although the "Aliens and UFOs exist" side of the argument could be construed either way, depending on whether you truly trust our government, or think that they are covering things up all the time.

They do exist:
For this argument, I would like to talk a bit about a project called "Project Blue Book". Project Blue Book was a project started in 1952 by the United States Air Force, to investigate whether "UFOs" were a threat to national security, and to scientifically analyze UFO-related data. A termination order was given for the Blue Book project in December 1969, and all activity on the project was ended in January 1970. By the time it ended, Blue Book had collected 12,618 UFO reports, and concluded that most of them were "misidentifications of natural phenomena (clouds, stars, et cetera), or conventional aircraft", and a few were considered hoaxes. 701 of the reports were classified as "unknowns". Although, research has proven that there are over 1,500 well documented, well-studied "unknowns" in Blue Book's archives. There are also rumors that though the project ended, the Air Force continued in collecting and studying UFO reports, despite official claims other-wise. Now, depending on the way you look at this information, you could either believe the government in what they say, or you could choose to believe that they are covering up Alien activity, and UFO sightings, and therefore keeping the existence of said things a secret to us, thus, Aliens and UFOs do indeed exist.

They do not exist:
For this argument, I have decided to discount the existence of Aliens, by discounting Alien Abduction. To do this, I'd like to give you an alternate explanation to the phenomenon of "Alien abduction", which is Sleep Paralysis. Sleep Paralysis is when you wake up in the middle of the night, and can't move anything but your eyes. It occurs when the brain awakes from a REM (Rapid Eye Movement) state, but the body paralysis remains. This leaves the person fully conscious, but unable to move. Victims of Sleep Paralysis may also experience terrifying hallucinations, and an acute sense of danger. Therefore, they are basically paralyzed for several seconds, or minutes, with only the use of their eyes. And they see hallucinations (possibly of strange creatures in their room), and a strong sense that they are in danger. This, as you can imagine, can be very terrifying to experience. Some reports read that various factors increase the likelihood of both paralysis, and hallucinations. These include: sleeping in a face upwards, or supine position, irregular sleeping schedule (taking naps, sleeping in, or sleep deprivation), increase in stress, sudden environmental/lifestyle changes, and a lucid dream that immediately precedes the episode. So you can see, anyone with any of those conditions in their lives, can possibly experience Sleep Paralysis. This could explain the feeling that you have been "abducted by Aliens" in the middle of the night, when in reality, you have merely had Sleep Paralysis, which gave you a hallucination of what you would describe as "Alien abduction". This is all just a theory, but there have been scientists that proposed this condition as an explanation for "Alien abduction" and "Ghostly encounters", so there must be some truth in the explanation that I have given you.

I, for one, do not believe that Alien life exists, but that's just my biased opinion because I am Christian, and therefore do not believe in "evolution" or "Alien life". But you may believe in that sort of thing, so please do not be offended when I say that I don't believe in that crap, and do believe that UFOs are merely the government testing new aircraft technology, or something, and that Aliens are just the ramblings of someone who encountered something unusual, and had no other explanation for it other than Alien life, and that Alien abduction is simply a phenomenon that occurs when in Sleep Paralysis.

I hope what I've written today will shed some light on the subject, and maybe help you come to your own conclusion on the matter.

Blog ya later, Miss Eccentric.
P.S. The information that I've given to you today is very minimal, as I didn't want to sit here all day writing about what I've researched, but if you would like to see more information about either subject, I suggest that you type "Project Blue Book" or "Sleep Paralysis" into your choice of whatever search engine you use, and you'll be able to read more about what I've touched on. That's what I did to find my information, anyway.

Why do people make up words to sound all smartified?

Okay, today, I would like to mention how when people want to sound smart, they either make up words, or use big words that are in the wrong context (and frankly, pronounced wrong).

Example:
I accomplish not savor when peoples form up words that do not compose any sensibility. It is valid wrongible when them do that.

Translation:
I do not like it when people make up words that don't make any sense. It's just wrong when they do that.

Okay, so I don't know anyone who would make up a sentence like that, but you gotta admit, people have used words like that before. Like on TV. Where else? Any way, I must be going now, or else I might make this blog too lengthy.
Blog ya later, Miss Eccentric.
P.S. This blog was indefinitely thesaurusicated with the utmost caribility in brain for yours command.

I HATE COMMERCIALS!!!

Why do we have to have commercials all over the TV anyway? Why cant we just advertise things on billboards and and stuff? Or, why cant they make a whole channel on TV that only shows commercials, and if you want to see what's out there, you can just watch the commercial channel, and see as many commercials as you want? That would be way better than the stupid commercials getting in the way of our TV watching time. And what's with the nasty commercials about "male enhancement" or "tampons"? Really! I mean, come on! Do we have to see that crap on TV? It's just gross! I don't want to hear about men's down-stairs, or woman's "feminine odor". That's just not necessary. I don't need to hear that. Or see it, for that matter. And what about those commercials for pregnancy tests? The ones where they tell you that their pregnancy test is the most advanced, because theirs is the easiest to read, because (get this) one in five women read their tests wrong. What? How can you read it wrong? It either has a plus sign, (which means "pregnant") or a minus sign (that means "not pregnant"). How hard is it to read that? What, are people so dumb that they're just like, "Hey, that has two little lines in it, like a cross. What does that mean?" "Oh, that's a plus sign." "'Plus sign'...that's good, right?" "Yeah, I think that means you're not pregnant." "Oh, good!" Yeah, right. That will happen. I know we American's are kind of dingy, but I think most of us know how to read directions. I mean, I've never personally seen a pregnancy test box, but I'm pretty sure they have directions on the back. Anyway, I'm gonna stop writing about this, before I get too worked up about it. I could talk about the nasty commercials I see on TV all day if I wanted to...
Blog ya later, Miss Eccentric.

Printers are EVIL!!!

Alright, I don't want to make this blog too long, but I just had to say, printers are evil!!! They are! They're evil! Did you happen to notice that whenever you're trying to use a printer, they don't work! No-matter how often we buy a new one, they never work. In fact, we just bought a printer not too long ago, and it doesn't even work again. There's always something wrong with it. It has a paper jam, it's out of ink, we have the wrong size of paper, it has a paper jam. The list goes on and on. And evidently, this is a universal thing. When you're watching TV, the characters have trouble with their printer. When you're talking to a friend, they complain that their printer broke. I think it's a conspiracy. A conspiracy that the people who make printers make them wrong, and just keep raking in the dough, because we have to buy new parts all the time, or we just give in and buy a whole new printer. And when the manufacturers gain enough money, they'll use it to buy a whole chain of Starbucks, and then they'll rake in the dough even more, and then they'll become best-buds with rich people all over the world, and because they're greedy, they'll make a deal with the devil, and then take over the world! And they'll be too greedy to keep their end of the deal (with the devil), and then the devil will send hell hounds up to get them, and the hell hounds will take them to hell, and kill them, and then the world will be free from their slavery (because of course they would do that. Make us all their slaves, and order us to build a huge castle, that is), but we'll be too stupid to just go back to the way it was before, and instead we'll just run around and fight each other and steal things and stuff, to see who will be the new rulers of the earth, and then we'll all just die, because we killed each other!!! (sigh...)
Okay, yeah. I'm being paranoid. But hey, it could happen. You never know!
Blog ya later, Miss Eccentric.
P.S. Sorry, this blog was slightly longer than I thought it would be...I just I got a little out-of-hand...

Can I get a side of cancer with my diabetes, please?

Diabetes is one of the worst things to happen to America in my opinion. Did you know that in other countries, diabetes is practically unheard of? We are just about the only country that gets diabetes this much. In fact, I'm even at risk for diabetes, because it runs in my family. And you know why we Americans get diabetes more than countries like France, who eat pretty much nothing else but heavy meals? Because of stress. We get stressed out, and then we don't eat more than one or two meals a day (if we're lucky), and when we do eat, it's always junk-food, like a burger and fries. And then we don't do anything to really work it off, because the only meal we get into the day is dinner, and by the time we've eaten, it's dark out, and we just end up going to bed.

Also, I'd like to mention that according to the American Lung Association, Los Angeles is the most polluted city in the country! Oh, yeah, I really want to live here now! I've lived in the L.A. area all my life, and as a result, me and my family all have slight breathing problems. "Mild asthma" they say. Thanks, L.A., we couldn't have developed asthma without you!

Also, did you know that Canada has made it illegal to even own a plastic water bottle? Yeah, they all use the metal water bottles. And if you even try to bring a plastic one over the border, they'll confiscate it. Do you know why it's illegal to have a plastic water bottle? Because when the plastic they use to make said water bottles gets to room temperature, it starts leeching chemicals that cause cancer. Yeah, that's right! It causes cancer! "Ooh, can I get a side of cancer with my diabetes, please? Oh, and it comes with asthma?!? What a deal!!!" Yeah, just what we need, more diseases that we can't cure (or even treat), because we don't have universal healthcare like every other country in the world does. And yes, that is accurate. If you don't believe me, just watch the movie "Sicko", and then tell me whether or not you think that we don't take care of our people enough. In France, if you have a baby, the government sends a free nanny over to help you for the first few days. Let me repeat, FREE nanny, which means you don't pay anything! I don't know about you, but after hearing all that, I want to move out of the country. Maybe I can live in England. Hey, you never know!
"Long live the Queen!!!"
Miss Eccentric.
P.S. My best friend in the world is getting back from a trip soon, and he'll be finishing a short movie with us (my big bro and I) when he gets here. When we post it to youtube, I'll be sure to make an announcement on my blog, and if you want to see it (which you probably will, because it's really funny), just go to youtube, and type in Really Stupid Movie, and you'll most likely find it. I hope you'll watch out for it!

The land of lost items

Have you ever lost something, and no matter how much you look for it, you still can't find it? I have. A lot. Like, my mom lost her bone folder a few years ago, (a bone folder is something you use to fold paper down, like origami) so she bought a new one. Not too much later, she lost the new one, and had to buy another one. Needless to say, she did this several times, and when we moved a few years ago, guess what? We found them all, in the same place, right where we had looked dozens of times. This happens a lot, to things that I know where they were, (because I had a special place for that particular item, and I always kept it in that place) and when I look for it there, in the special place, and it's not there! "Wait a second, I know I put it there...where did it go?!?" I'll tell you where it went. It went to the land-of-the-lost-items!!! A special place where things go when they want to make you feel like a crazy person! Where all lost items aspire to stay, with all their lost buddies, just having a ball, partying and chanting, "We are lost! We are lost! And there's nothing you can do about it! Nah nah, nah nah, nah, nah! Pthbthtbthp!!!" (I have no idea how to make a zerbert sound, but I think that's close enough). Yeah, that's what happens. Items just get tired of us using them all the time, so they disappear into the land of the lost items, and we never see them again, unless they think we've suffered enough, and take pity on us. No, I take that back. They only turn up again, if we buy a replacement for them, and then they're all like, "Ha, ha! You bought a new one and you didn't even have to! because I'm right here!!!" And then you just stand there, holding both the new item that you have already used and therefore can't take back, and the lost item that you just found in the same drawer or whatever that you had looked in a thousand times, and were about to put the new item away in. Let me tell you, lost items are mean, and love to rub it in your face that you're an idiot for not seeing them in plain sight. And I have lots of experience in the lost-item department...
Blog ya later, Miss Eccentric.

Why do games cheat?

I don't know if you've noticed, but whenever you play a game, the computer player always seems to do things that you cant do. It's like they cheat! My dad knows a bit about programing, and he said that there's debate on whether or not they can make games truly random, or if they just do this when you do that. I think they're programed to cheat. I can be playing a game, and the computer player will do something completely impossible. And when I know I just did a move that would have earned me points, it acts like I didn't do that at all! And when I'm doing really good, and making points left and right, and the computer has no points at all, because they suck, all the sudden they start being really good, and they block every move I make, and start making lots of points themselves. It's not fair! They were sucking a minute ago, and now they're better than they should be at this level! I've nearly thrown my PSP and/or Nintendo DS several times when something like that happens. Ooh, or how about when your winning the game, at a really high level, and all of the sudden, the game freezes? You're just thinking, "hey! You did that on purpose! you little-" I wont finish that...
And the game only freezes like that when you haven't saved it in a really long time, and you end up losing everything you just did. When that happens, I'm usually so upset, that I just turn the system off, and don't play that game for a few days or weeks, depending on how hard it was to get to that point before I lost it. Where's the justice! They're cheaters! They're nasty little cheating cheaters!!! They should be arrested for creating such a nasty, spiteful little game! They should make a law, that says that you can't make a game unless it's truly random, and never freezes! Or how about when the computer player just walks through a wall, and kills you or whatever. That's one of my favorite glitches! I just love it when I'm hiding or something, and all of the sudden, there's the computer player, walking through a wall, and killing you. "NOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!! YOU STUPID GAME!!!!!!!!!! I HATE YOU! I HATE YOU!!! I, HATE, YOOUUU!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" and you don't play that game anymore. Oh, yeah! I love it when that happens! Not! Anyway, I think I'm gonna go now, so I can go and throw my PSP into the ocean.
Blog ya later, Miss Eccentric.

"Cotton candy's fluffy!"

A few years ago, my mom told my brother and I a story of how my dad had done something funny in his sleep. He was just sleeping, and all of the sudden, he sat strait up with his eyes open, and said in a real matter-of-fact way, "cotton candy's fluffy", like he was seriously contemplating it, and just found out the truth about cotton candy being fluffy. Then he just laid back down, like it never happened, asleep before he hit the pillow. In the morning, when my mom was telling us this story, my dad had no recollection of this dream at all. And so to this day, we all have no idea what kind of dream would bring on such a revelation as "cotton candy's fluffy"...

While we're on the subject of people doing funny things in their sleep, I think I should tell you how my big bro talks in his sleep. When we were little, one night my mom and dad heard voices coming from our room (yeah, I had to share a room with my brother...). They heard high-pitched woman's voices, and deep manly voices. My mom and dad were freaking out a little, to say the least. "What's that? is there someone in the kid's room?" My mom asked my dad. When my dad got up and checked on us, he found no one in our room but my brother and I. When my dad went back into his and mom's room, it started up again. Only this time, my parent's heard the voices, and then loud laughing. Needless to say, they checked on us several more times, and came to the conclusion that it was my brother, talking in his sleep. Through the years, we have all gotten used to him talking in his sleep. One time, (I don't know why this particular time has imprinted into my mind) he was talking again, (more like mumbling, because I couldn't understand him at first) and he stopped for a moment, and then said, loud and clear, "mom, can I go to Ryan's tree house?" Ryan was a friend at the time, and let me tell you, he did not have a tree house. But it was funny anyway. And to this day, he continues to talk in his sleep...

Also, I would just like to tell you, that my 83 year old great-grandmother, snores. Loudly. We like to joke, that when she snores, it sounds like a demon is in her room, growling. And it may just be a "joke", but it's sooo true. It does sound like a growling demon! For all we know, that could be, like, her inner demon coming out in the middle off the night, growling because it's hungry for little children with a likeness for cotton candy! And the minute we let our guard down, she's gonna sneak into our room and eat us, her hell hounds salivating at her feet!!!
...Okay, maybe I'm being just a little paranoid.
...Or not...
Blog ya later, Miss Eccentric.