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.
The Rampant Ramblings of a Mad Author
Sunday, February 28, 2010
Wednesday, February 24, 2010
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.
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.
Sunday, February 21, 2010
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.
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.
Friday, February 19, 2010
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.
(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.
Wednesday, February 17, 2010
Is it smokey in here, or did you put a cry-ee show on?
Cry-ee show: A cry-ee show is a TV show (and/or movie, really) that makes you cry every time you watch it. I have run across many of those, and through the years, I have grown to resent them, and just can't understand why people still watch that crap.
BBB- I know you guys watch cry-ee shows, shows like Extreme Makeover: Home Edition, and others. I want you to know that it's not necessarily the show that I can't stand, but more the reaction that I get from watching the show. Also, I wanted to ask: what compels people to watch those shows? Why do you want to cry while watching TV?
Okay, so maybe I'm a bit of a hypocrite, because I have several shows that I like to watch that can be construed as cry-ee shows. In fact, I can think of at least two episodes of Charmed (I heart Charmed! I've seen every episode on DVD like, five times!!!) that are repeat offenders on the cry-ee crime of tears. They're both in season one.
The first, Dead Man Dating: Piper falls in love with a ghost while trying to save his soul from an evil Chinese reaper of sorts. Later she must say goodbye to him because it comes time for him to "move on", and I cry every bloody time. I just can't help myself. No matter how many times I put my stubborn face on and force myself to believe that I will not cry this time, in the end, I simply can't hold it in any longer...
The second, Love Hurts: In this episode, Piper (why do all the cry-ee episodes of Charmed include Piper?) finds out that Leo is a Whitelighter, but unfortunately, he's also dying. The only way to save him is for Piper to switch powers with him and heal him, but she can't figure out how to work his powers, so she thinks he's dead. In the end, she finds out that confessing her love for him was the only way to save him, and she cries and says "I love you" and saves him and I need to stop typing about this now because I feel like I'm gonna cry just thinking about the damn episode...
So anyway, back to the main point: Why do we all insist upon watching cry-ee shows, when we know they'll just make us cry like big babies? What is the obsession with crying while we watch TV? Do we like to cry all the sudden? Because if so, why don't we just go kick a wall really hard or slam our fingers in a door? I guarantee that'll make ya cry. Or laugh, if you're a guy (not kidding, my brother once laughed when a hammer fell off the roof and unto his head. Well, not right away, because he was busy trying to stay conscious I expect, but later he laughed his fool butt off about it. But that's a blog for another time...How many times do you think I can say But in one blog? But I guess that can by a butt-blog for another time).
But anyway, all I'm saying is that I just don't understand the reasoning behind deliberately watching a show that makes you cry. But I am curious to know what kind of shows you may watch that make you cry every time you watch it. So leave a comment, and tell me what kind of show or movie or whatever makes you cry! But just make sure you don't butt into other people's business and kick their butts till they tell you their cry-ee shows that make them cry but they just keep watching them.
Also (here I go again starting a sentence with "also"), another cry-ee show that is stupid but for some reason I still watch it but I can't figure out why it bloody hell makes me cry: Psychic Kids. Why do I cry like a complete idiot when those stupid kids start talking about being afraid of ghosts and crap? Why do tears well up in my eyes when they start crying and hugging each other because they finally understand a little of what's going on and they now have a friend who's going trough the same thing? I don't understand this, because I'm not even sure I believe half those kids are psychic, so why does it make me cry? Ugh...And people always wonder why I'd rather watch a comedy instead of a romance or drama or something...Because I hate crying at those stupid damn movie and/or shows.
Any-way (ever notice how much I start sentences with "anyway" and variations?)...Leave a comment and share the joy that is the cry-ee show.
Butt- I mean, blog ya later, Miss Eccentric.
P.S. But butt buttity but butt but, but but, butty butbut, buttata, but but buttbut, but.
(That and what's in my tags makes 55 times that I said butt, but or any variation of the word butt. Including when I said but and butt just now)
BBB- I know you guys watch cry-ee shows, shows like Extreme Makeover: Home Edition, and others. I want you to know that it's not necessarily the show that I can't stand, but more the reaction that I get from watching the show. Also, I wanted to ask: what compels people to watch those shows? Why do you want to cry while watching TV?
Okay, so maybe I'm a bit of a hypocrite, because I have several shows that I like to watch that can be construed as cry-ee shows. In fact, I can think of at least two episodes of Charmed (I heart Charmed! I've seen every episode on DVD like, five times!!!) that are repeat offenders on the cry-ee crime of tears. They're both in season one.
The first, Dead Man Dating: Piper falls in love with a ghost while trying to save his soul from an evil Chinese reaper of sorts. Later she must say goodbye to him because it comes time for him to "move on", and I cry every bloody time. I just can't help myself. No matter how many times I put my stubborn face on and force myself to believe that I will not cry this time, in the end, I simply can't hold it in any longer...
The second, Love Hurts: In this episode, Piper (why do all the cry-ee episodes of Charmed include Piper?) finds out that Leo is a Whitelighter, but unfortunately, he's also dying. The only way to save him is for Piper to switch powers with him and heal him, but she can't figure out how to work his powers, so she thinks he's dead. In the end, she finds out that confessing her love for him was the only way to save him, and she cries and says "I love you" and saves him and I need to stop typing about this now because I feel like I'm gonna cry just thinking about the damn episode...
So anyway, back to the main point: Why do we all insist upon watching cry-ee shows, when we know they'll just make us cry like big babies? What is the obsession with crying while we watch TV? Do we like to cry all the sudden? Because if so, why don't we just go kick a wall really hard or slam our fingers in a door? I guarantee that'll make ya cry. Or laugh, if you're a guy (not kidding, my brother once laughed when a hammer fell off the roof and unto his head. Well, not right away, because he was busy trying to stay conscious I expect, but later he laughed his fool butt off about it. But that's a blog for another time...How many times do you think I can say But in one blog? But I guess that can by a butt-blog for another time).
But anyway, all I'm saying is that I just don't understand the reasoning behind deliberately watching a show that makes you cry. But I am curious to know what kind of shows you may watch that make you cry every time you watch it. So leave a comment, and tell me what kind of show or movie or whatever makes you cry! But just make sure you don't butt into other people's business and kick their butts till they tell you their cry-ee shows that make them cry but they just keep watching them.
Also (here I go again starting a sentence with "also"), another cry-ee show that is stupid but for some reason I still watch it but I can't figure out why it bloody hell makes me cry: Psychic Kids. Why do I cry like a complete idiot when those stupid kids start talking about being afraid of ghosts and crap? Why do tears well up in my eyes when they start crying and hugging each other because they finally understand a little of what's going on and they now have a friend who's going trough the same thing? I don't understand this, because I'm not even sure I believe half those kids are psychic, so why does it make me cry? Ugh...And people always wonder why I'd rather watch a comedy instead of a romance or drama or something...Because I hate crying at those stupid damn movie and/or shows.
Any-way (ever notice how much I start sentences with "anyway" and variations?)...Leave a comment and share the joy that is the cry-ee show.
Butt- I mean, blog ya later, Miss Eccentric.
P.S. But butt buttity but butt but, but but, butty butbut, buttata, but but buttbut, but.
(That and what's in my tags makes 55 times that I said butt, but or any variation of the word butt. Including when I said but and butt just now)
Saturday, February 13, 2010
Kiss me, I'm...Scottish? Ah screw it, kiss me anyway.
We had a blast at the Scottish Festival! It was all music (bag pipes, yay!), beer, Scottish memorabilia, and men going commando. And yes, when wearing a kilt, there is nothing but a stiff breeze beneath said kilt.
Anyway, while there, I got a few really cool things:
That's me, coming home from the Scottish games. You can't tell from here, but I'm wearing all the cool stuff I got, including a necklace that I swear is there. (P.S. My hair is not usually that curly, but by leaving it in a wet bun all night and half the day, it stayed sort of curly the rest of the evening, haha! )
This is the supposedly invisible necklace that I swear is around my neck in that picture of me. The image on the top is the Flower Faerie, which if anyone reading this knows me (hiya BBB!), they should know that this symbol suits me just fine (hello, Dmintedfairy? Where'd you think I got it from?).
The image on the bottom is of the Celtic Cross, which basically is not only a symbol of my Scottish heritage, but also symbolizes my Christian faith. Which is cool.
This is me attempting to show off my new wrist bands, which are awesome. I was trying to look serious, like I could actually beat you up, but for some reason I could just not stop laughing like an idiot, so I'm smiling in this one.
In this next one, again I attempted to look serious, but instead came out with a smirk on my face, because that's the best I could do while trying my hardest not to smile. Hey, don't judge! You try to stop smiling on command, it's harder than you think!!!
The engraving on it reads as follows:
"Metropolitan
Police
London
1942"
The sound that comes out of that thing is just downright satisfying. I can whistle pretty darn loud without it, but this thing is just sweet. I've always wanted my own Bobby whistle...Now I have one.
This is me trying to show you what is in my hair, not just a random picture of the back of my head. The thingy (don't know what to call it) in my hair is also something I bought while at the Scottish Games.And finally, we have the Shaw Clan tartan, and badge.
Our moto (I guess that's what it's called) is "Fide et fortitudine" which means (translated using online translation), "Faithful and physical strength" in Latin. It's engraved on the Shaw badge and everything. And the background I used in this picture is our tartan, obviously.
Anyway, I think the best thing we all got out of this experience, was getting back to our roots, you know? The bag pipes especially, touched our souls (however corny that might sound). This is our heritage, where we came from. And boy were we disappointed to find that none of the other Shaw's decided to represent the Shaw Clan at the festival. Which is why we have decided to do as much research about our family history as possible, so we may represent the Shaw Clan ourselves next year.
Also, if you'd like a teaser of the music we heard today, the beautiful bag pipe bands, here's a video I took while inside the Queen Mary:
Blog ya later, Miss Eccentric.
P.S. I hope this has compelled you to find your own heritage, and embrace it! If not, don't worry, I'll be doing regular posts about random thoughts of mine again soon, so no more boring crap about my personal life!
Friday, February 12, 2010
Valentine Festival of Scotland. And Texas. And don't forget Guantanamo.
First of all, I just wanted to do an update on what's happening: this weekend is the Scottish Festival, and the day after that is Valentines day, so we have decided to sort of combine the two. None of us are huge fans of Valentines day to begin with (it's a Hallmark holiday, nothing more. If you want your loved one to know how much you really love them, then pick a random day of the week, month, year, whatever, and show them just how much. You don't need a made up holiday to do that), and we all want to go to the Scottish Festival this year (we haven't gone since I don't know when, and we are all very proud of our Scottish heritage, the Shaw Clan from my mom's side), so we will be celebrating Valentines day by going to IHOP for breakfast. Then we shall be going to the Scottish Festival after that (which is located at the Queen Mary in Long Beach). I don't know exactly what will happen once there, what we'll be buying, who we'll make friends with, whether or not we'll run into more Shaw Clan, or what, so I'll try and post again some time tomorrow, most likely in the late evening, just to let ya know. What I do know is that we're going to have fun, and so is our Nana, who can now come places with us much much easier. Before, we had to stuff us all (five people, holy crap you have no idea how hard that is) into a two door pickup truck, but now, we can all sit luxuriously in our four door Dodge Ram, with a Hemi. Yeah, you heard right, a Hemi. Have I not posted pictures yet? I'm surprised, I wanted to, I guess I just lost track of what I was doing. Hey, here's one now:
Meet Bella, our southern bell! (Everything's bigger and better in Texas, get it?)
Nice, right? And bonus! We have my cat Joey in the shot as well (he's right by the back tire, in case you didn't notice)!!!
Anyway, now that that's through, I'd like to gripe just a little bit: what in the world does our President think he's doing?!? Remember when in election, he said that he would pull all our troops out of Iraq? Well, he lied, evidently. He just sent thirty thousand more troops over, and has not pulled any out. Ugh, am I the only one here getting worked up about this? I mean, he makes all these promises, and instead he just does the exact opposite of said promises! And you know how all our prisons are too full here in America? Well, he's closing Guantanamo Bay. You know, the prison where we keep all our terrorists locked up? Yeah, he's going to disperse all the prisoners from Guantanamo to all of our own prisons, here in the United States. Oh yeah, that'll solve our crowded prisons problem!
Any-way...I'm gonna stop griping now, before I get too worked up and turn this into a super-huge-blog.
Blog ya later, Miss Eccentric.
Meet Bella, our southern bell! (Everything's bigger and better in Texas, get it?)
Nice, right? And bonus! We have my cat Joey in the shot as well (he's right by the back tire, in case you didn't notice)!!!
Anyway, now that that's through, I'd like to gripe just a little bit: what in the world does our President think he's doing?!? Remember when in election, he said that he would pull all our troops out of Iraq? Well, he lied, evidently. He just sent thirty thousand more troops over, and has not pulled any out. Ugh, am I the only one here getting worked up about this? I mean, he makes all these promises, and instead he just does the exact opposite of said promises! And you know how all our prisons are too full here in America? Well, he's closing Guantanamo Bay. You know, the prison where we keep all our terrorists locked up? Yeah, he's going to disperse all the prisoners from Guantanamo to all of our own prisons, here in the United States. Oh yeah, that'll solve our crowded prisons problem!
Any-way...I'm gonna stop griping now, before I get too worked up and turn this into a super-huge-blog.
Blog ya later, Miss Eccentric.
Tuesday, February 9, 2010
My top hottest guys
Okay, so I accidentally came across a hot vampire poll when searching for Angel seasons, and the guys they all thought were totally hot got me thinking: I know of some actors that are totally more hot than the guys they think are hot. So to prove my point, I have found some pictures of ten different guys that are totally hot, and I would like to know your opinion on who you think is the hottest out of my hotties. I for one can not pick between my hottest of hotties, so help me out here. Now, I must warn you, before continuing, you might want to get a few tissues for the drool, and take a deep breath. Also, I should add that these pictures are in no particular order, so don't go thinking that I'm playing favorites by the placing of said pictures. And it's pretty long, but completely worth it.
1: Johnny Depp
Who doesn't like the pirate look?
Voted worlds sexiest man alive, twice.
2: David Boreanaz
Now's the time for the tissues, to sop up the drool.
Who doesn't love a hot brooding vampire? I know I do.
Speaking of vamps...
3: Peter Facinelli
I don't know about you, but I think I need a doctor.
Now I know I need a doctor...
4: Robert Pattinson
But of course I could not bring up the Cullen's without including vamp-hunk Edward.
Some girls say he looks too girly. Does this look girly to you? (hint: NO)
5: Jackson Rathbone
Out of all the Cullen guys though, Jasper just doesn't get enough credit for being a total hotty. Not anymore though, thanks to me.
Bad Jasper, we love you!
6: Aiden Turner
Ah, yet another hot vamp...Although not from Twilight, instead BBC's Being Human.
What is it with vampires being so hot, anyway? I swear they're all hotties these days...Not that I'm complaining.
7: Sean Connery
Ah, one of the classics...And my Mum's personal fav (this is for you, Mum!).
Mum says he's one of those hotties who just keep getting better with age.
8: David Tennant
"Barty Crouch Jr. Deemed Lickable", reads the Daily Prophet.
"To be, or not to be". I don't know, but you could just keep asking till I do!
Why Doctor, you look good for 900 some-odd years! (Sorry, couldn't show David Tennant without a Doctor Who reference)
9: Julian McMahon
No wonder Phoebe went gaga over Cole Turner for so long...(Charmed reference, it's all I got)
It's always the bad boys, I'm telling ya...
And finally, 10: Matt Bomer
Voted sexiest uprising star.
Not even Neal Caffrey could forge those looks...
And that's it. Wow, you're very lucky I got all the way through that without blushing my way into a corner to hide in...Yes, I know a good hotty when I see one (obviously, have you not seen the lineup I have?), and I'm not afraid to point it out, but posting it online where friends and family can all see it? A tad embarrassing. But I got through it, and now I feel better.
Okay, so I'll put a poll at the bottom of my blog, and you can vote for whichever guy you think is the hottest of hotties (from my selection).
Now go drink some cold water!
-Miss Eccentric.
1: Johnny Depp
Who doesn't like the pirate look?
Voted worlds sexiest man alive, twice.
2: David Boreanaz
Now's the time for the tissues, to sop up the drool.
Who doesn't love a hot brooding vampire? I know I do.
Speaking of vamps...
3: Peter Facinelli
I don't know about you, but I think I need a doctor.
Now I know I need a doctor...
4: Robert Pattinson
But of course I could not bring up the Cullen's without including vamp-hunk Edward.
Some girls say he looks too girly. Does this look girly to you? (hint: NO)
5: Jackson Rathbone
Out of all the Cullen guys though, Jasper just doesn't get enough credit for being a total hotty. Not anymore though, thanks to me.
Bad Jasper, we love you!
6: Aiden Turner
Ah, yet another hot vamp...Although not from Twilight, instead BBC's Being Human.
What is it with vampires being so hot, anyway? I swear they're all hotties these days...Not that I'm complaining.
7: Sean Connery
Ah, one of the classics...And my Mum's personal fav (this is for you, Mum!).
Mum says he's one of those hotties who just keep getting better with age.
8: David Tennant
"Barty Crouch Jr. Deemed Lickable", reads the Daily Prophet.
"To be, or not to be". I don't know, but you could just keep asking till I do!
Why Doctor, you look good for 900 some-odd years! (Sorry, couldn't show David Tennant without a Doctor Who reference)
9: Julian McMahon
No wonder Phoebe went gaga over Cole Turner for so long...(Charmed reference, it's all I got)
It's always the bad boys, I'm telling ya...
And finally, 10: Matt Bomer
Voted sexiest uprising star.
Not even Neal Caffrey could forge those looks...
And that's it. Wow, you're very lucky I got all the way through that without blushing my way into a corner to hide in...Yes, I know a good hotty when I see one (obviously, have you not seen the lineup I have?), and I'm not afraid to point it out, but posting it online where friends and family can all see it? A tad embarrassing. But I got through it, and now I feel better.
Okay, so I'll put a poll at the bottom of my blog, and you can vote for whichever guy you think is the hottest of hotties (from my selection).
Now go drink some cold water!
-Miss Eccentric.
Sunday, February 7, 2010
Super Bowl XLIV
Today is the 2010 Super Bowl!!! The teams playing today are the Indianapolis Colts, and the New Orleans Saints. The Saints are supposedly the underdog, from what I understand, because the Colts' quarterback (Peyton Manning) is really good. In my opinion, I think that the Saints will see this coming, and overcompensate for the fact that they have Manning, and shut him out altogether. I even placed a bet with my Bro that the Saints would sack Manning and injure him in some way at least once in the game (by injure him, I don't just mean he'll be hurting at the end of the game, I mean they'll actually have to take a knee at least once, and send medics out there to see if he's alright). I also bet that the Saints would run in a touchdown from the fifty yard line or more at least once by the end of the game (slightly unlikely, because big dramatic touchdowns like that are rare, but I'm still willing to bet that the Saints are determined enough to pull it off). And of course, I am rooting for the Saints, but you've probably already figured that out, huh? It is pretty obvious. Anyway, I'll leave it at that for now, and later (after I watch the game, of course) I'll add to this post and let you know how it all went (whether I broke the bank, or struck gold).
GO SAINTS!!!
Until later today, Miss Eccentric.
(Just in case you're wondering, XLIV means 44 in Roman Numerals)
Way later today...
It was their first Super Bowl ever, they came from 10 points behind and went to 14 points ahead, and they are....The Saints!!!
Was I surprised? Absolutely not. Obviously, I knew from even before the game that the Saints would indeed win. And I have this blog to prove it. The best part? I won fifty cents from my dad, the genius (and I'm not exaggerating, to be a genius your IQ has to be 140 or higher, and his is roughly 160 or more last time he checked). Right before watching the game, we all (my Bro, Mom, Dad and I) placed our fifty cent to a dollar bets, and I happened to bet my dad that the Saints would run in a touchdown from the fifty yard line or more. Well, Tracy Porter (cornerback to the Saints, and yes, cornerback, not quarterback), ran 74 yards to the in-zone, assuring New Orleans' win (31 to 17, in case you're wondering). The other bets placed earlier today by family and me:
Bro bet Mom that Peyton Manning would throw a touchdown in the first half, gaining fifty cents from Mom.
Mom bet Bro that the Saints would win the coin toss, gaining fifty cents from Bro (they called heads and got it).
Bro bet Mom that the Saints would kick instead of receive, losing fifty cents to Mom.
Dad bet Mom that Peyton Manning would score only two touchdowns, but the Saints would win anyway, gaining one dollar from Mom.
And finally, I bet Bro that Peyton Manning would get injured at least once during the game, unfortunately losing fifty cents to him.
I also bet my Grandfather on my mom's side that the Saints would win, so he owes me a dollar for betting that the opposition would win. But I'll collect later.
In other news, I have predicted that there will be a new sports drink, called New Orleans Brees, after the Saints quarterback, Andrew Brees. They'll have a commercial about it and everything. It'll have Drew Brees, and he'll be throwing the bottle really far or drinking it or something, and then he'll say something like, "Wanna throw like me? Drink Brees."
Any-ways...That's all I got for now, folks. It's time for me to end this post. But before I go, Congratulations New Orleans Saints!!! You all deserve it, and one more thing...Who dat!!!
Blog ya later, Miss Eccentric.
Saturday, February 6, 2010
Save Eastwick!!!
I just remembered...
Have you ever heard of the ABC show called Eastwick? Well, they're canceling it, which really sucks because in my opinion it was the best witchcraft-related show since Charmed. So I have decided that I want to ask all of you to please help me save Eastwick, by signing these two petitions (they are both free online petitions, and you don't have to give out your real name):
Petition one
Petition two
My family and I have all signed both petitions each, but it would be greatly helpful if some of you would sign it as well. In order to save such a fabulous show from destruction, we must all band together against the TV companies who cancel our favorite shows! We must stand as one, and shout aloud, "WE WANT OUR SHOW BACK!!!" in all caps.
Okay, that is all. You may proceed in signing said petitions.
Blog ya later, Miss Eccentric.
P.S. SAVE EASTWICK!!!
Have you ever heard of the ABC show called Eastwick? Well, they're canceling it, which really sucks because in my opinion it was the best witchcraft-related show since Charmed. So I have decided that I want to ask all of you to please help me save Eastwick, by signing these two petitions (they are both free online petitions, and you don't have to give out your real name):
Petition one
Petition two
My family and I have all signed both petitions each, but it would be greatly helpful if some of you would sign it as well. In order to save such a fabulous show from destruction, we must all band together against the TV companies who cancel our favorite shows! We must stand as one, and shout aloud, "WE WANT OUR SHOW BACK!!!" in all caps.
Okay, that is all. You may proceed in signing said petitions.
Blog ya later, Miss Eccentric.
P.S. SAVE EASTWICK!!!
Friday, February 5, 2010
Toyota: ha ha!!!
(To Aunt and Uncle in big damn bus of a home: don't worry, I'm not downing your golden turd, they haven't had problems with that as far as I know)
Okay, so I don't know if you've seen the news lately, but Toyota is having some big troubles. They have had to recall several of their car models. The list of cars is as follows:
2009-2010 RAV4
2009-2010 Corolla
2009-2010 Matrix
2005-2010 Avalon
2007-2010 Camry
2010 Highlander
2008-2010 Sequoia
2007-2010 Tundra
2009-2010 Pontiac Vibe
(For more information on the recalls, click here)
Quite a few, yes? Supposedly the problems are everything from brake failure, headlight failure, and I even heard that sometimes they excellerate by themselves, and one lady (at least) crashed into a tree because she couldn't stop her car. I've even heard that the Sequoia actually catches on fire while driving down the street. I know, right? That's a lot of problems, and a lot of cars with said problems. And get this, in the article I left a link for, it said that the people of Toyota's advice for the owners of those cars is (quote):
"If you need to stop immediately, the vehicle can be controlled by stepping on the brake pedal with both feet using firm and steady pressure. Do not pump the brake pedal as it will deplete the vacuum utilized for the power brake assist. Shift the transmission gear selector to the Neutral (N) position and use the brakes to make a controlled stop at the side of the road and turn off the engine. If unable to put the vehicle in Neutral, turn the engine OFF. This will not cause loss of steering or braking control, but the power assist to these systems will be lost."
Seriously? Push real hard on the brake. Wow, that's good advice!
(sarcasm)
Turn off engine. Wow, more great advice!
(do I need to say it? Yep, more sarcasm)
I mean, really. How dumb do they think we are? If you're car was going out of control, what would you do? I would automatically think to first try the brakes, and if that didn't work, I would then turn it off. Duh.
Anyway, according to the news I watched last night, they say that the Prius could be next to be recalled. Ha! I knew it!
You know, they say that the Prius is so "environmentally safe", because it's a hybrid, but did you know that the batteries they use in those "hybrids" has mercury in them? And did you also know that mercury is extremely poisonous? The symptoms of mercury poisoning can include:
Impairment of peripheral vision;
Disturbances in sensations - that 'pins and needles' feeling as well as numbness - usually in the hands feet and sometimes around the mouth;
Lack of coordination of movements, such as writing;
Impairment of speech, hearing, walking;
Muscle weakness;
Skin rashes;
Mood swing, memory loss, and mental disturbances.
Yeah, it's serious. Very serious, and they put that crap in our "environmentally safe" cars. And you can get mercury poisoning from something as simple as a thermometer breaking, so what would happen if you got in an accident, and the battery that has mercury in it breaks, releasing the deadly poison into the air? And what happens to these batteries when they get thrown in a landfill? They just sit there, becoming more and more dangerous as they erode and leak, contaminating the whole area around them. And they expect us to think that those cars are safe...
Which is why I would be very pleased indeed if those death-mobiles would be recalled, never to be manufactured nor sold again. Anyway, I think I've gripped enough, so...I'll sign off now.
Blog ya later, Miss Eccentric.
Okay, so I don't know if you've seen the news lately, but Toyota is having some big troubles. They have had to recall several of their car models. The list of cars is as follows:
2009-2010 RAV4
2009-2010 Corolla
2009-2010 Matrix
2005-2010 Avalon
2007-2010 Camry
2010 Highlander
2008-2010 Sequoia
2007-2010 Tundra
2009-2010 Pontiac Vibe
(For more information on the recalls, click here)
Quite a few, yes? Supposedly the problems are everything from brake failure, headlight failure, and I even heard that sometimes they excellerate by themselves, and one lady (at least) crashed into a tree because she couldn't stop her car. I've even heard that the Sequoia actually catches on fire while driving down the street. I know, right? That's a lot of problems, and a lot of cars with said problems. And get this, in the article I left a link for, it said that the people of Toyota's advice for the owners of those cars is (quote):
"If you need to stop immediately, the vehicle can be controlled by stepping on the brake pedal with both feet using firm and steady pressure. Do not pump the brake pedal as it will deplete the vacuum utilized for the power brake assist. Shift the transmission gear selector to the Neutral (N) position and use the brakes to make a controlled stop at the side of the road and turn off the engine. If unable to put the vehicle in Neutral, turn the engine OFF. This will not cause loss of steering or braking control, but the power assist to these systems will be lost."
Seriously? Push real hard on the brake. Wow, that's good advice!
(sarcasm)
Turn off engine. Wow, more great advice!
(do I need to say it? Yep, more sarcasm)
I mean, really. How dumb do they think we are? If you're car was going out of control, what would you do? I would automatically think to first try the brakes, and if that didn't work, I would then turn it off. Duh.
Anyway, according to the news I watched last night, they say that the Prius could be next to be recalled. Ha! I knew it!
You know, they say that the Prius is so "environmentally safe", because it's a hybrid, but did you know that the batteries they use in those "hybrids" has mercury in them? And did you also know that mercury is extremely poisonous? The symptoms of mercury poisoning can include:
Impairment of peripheral vision;
Disturbances in sensations - that 'pins and needles' feeling as well as numbness - usually in the hands feet and sometimes around the mouth;
Lack of coordination of movements, such as writing;
Impairment of speech, hearing, walking;
Muscle weakness;
Skin rashes;
Mood swing, memory loss, and mental disturbances.
Yeah, it's serious. Very serious, and they put that crap in our "environmentally safe" cars. And you can get mercury poisoning from something as simple as a thermometer breaking, so what would happen if you got in an accident, and the battery that has mercury in it breaks, releasing the deadly poison into the air? And what happens to these batteries when they get thrown in a landfill? They just sit there, becoming more and more dangerous as they erode and leak, contaminating the whole area around them. And they expect us to think that those cars are safe...
Which is why I would be very pleased indeed if those death-mobiles would be recalled, never to be manufactured nor sold again. Anyway, I think I've gripped enough, so...I'll sign off now.
Blog ya later, Miss Eccentric.
Tuesday, February 2, 2010
Life in the fast lane: dork-fish
I have seen the light, and my blog-funk has lifted!!!
And no, the word "dork" has nothing to do with a whale's penis. I looked it up. The point here is, I'm a total dork-fish. Seriously, all I do is bang myself up all day, just by walking through the house. And I'm not being dramatic here. All I do is stub my toes, or wipe my shoulder out on a doorway, or trip over a cat (baby-gate, shoes, sweatshirt, box, stool, stairs, bed, rug, curb, grass, more stairs, my own two feet, you name it, I trip over it), or (my families personal favorite) slam my shoulder into a door because I tried to go through it too fast and I didn't get it open before my body decided to go through the door anyway. My Mom likes to say that I look like Garfield when I do that...You know, like when he's chasing after Jon's car and it stops, and he slams into the back window? Yeah, that's me...
Anyways, this last little dork-stunt I have pulled is hitting my knee really hard against a wall. How did I hit my knee against a wall, you ask? If only I knew...Well, I do know that I was getting up to get something and I was kind of running and I somehow hit my knee while rushing past the doorway. Don't ask me how, the only thing I can come up with is that my knee had a mind of it's own, and it was like, "You know what? I think I'm going to jump out at that doorway and surprise it! Ouch! Okay, that didn't work how I thought it would..."
Now, one thing you should know about me is that I'm pretty fast paced all through the day (well, except in the early mornings, 'cause I'm not a morning person). I pretty much run everywhere I go, which is why I smack into things all day, evidently. The funny thing is, when I was little, I was the careful one: while my brother hit his head against things just to make me laugh, I never ever got hurt. This changed sometime between being thrown up in the air in cheer, and doing back-hand-springs in gymnastics. All the sudden I can't stop getting hurt. I'm lucky enough that it's mostly just lots of cuts and bruises, however.
Another thing you should know about me, is that I bruise really easily. I do not know why when I hit my elbow against the counter or something that there is magically a bruise there that shouldn't really be there because I didn't hit it that hard, but it's true. And this bruise on my knee is looking all purple and blue and stuff. It's all, "Hiya! I'm a bruise! Oh yeah, did I forget to introduce my friend Goose-egg here? How rude of me."
How did I get this way? I don't remember being so clumsy in cheer. In fact, I hardly ever fell, and if I did, it was one of my spotter's fault (if one of you are seriously reading this, which I doubt because you haven't seen or heard from me in like, six years, no offense, but I was good at flying). And I definitely wasn't falling all over myself in gymnastics, because if I had I would have broken something for sure. Maybe it's 'cause I'm getting older? Gee, I never thought being eighteen would make me old...Maybe it's just 'cause I'm getting more impatient as the years pass, and my brain is just so scattered (most likely filled with thoughts of writing, whether in my blog or my novel) and I can't seem to pay attention to everything around me? That sounds more like it. Either way, I seem to live life in the fast lane, and I can't keep the dork-fish side of me out of sight when in said fast lane.
Blog ya later, Miss Eccentric.
P.S. Happy Groundhog day! Punxsutawney Phil saw his shadow, so here's hoping this actually works and we get more winter!!!
And no, the word "dork" has nothing to do with a whale's penis. I looked it up. The point here is, I'm a total dork-fish. Seriously, all I do is bang myself up all day, just by walking through the house. And I'm not being dramatic here. All I do is stub my toes, or wipe my shoulder out on a doorway, or trip over a cat (baby-gate, shoes, sweatshirt, box, stool, stairs, bed, rug, curb, grass, more stairs, my own two feet, you name it, I trip over it), or (my families personal favorite) slam my shoulder into a door because I tried to go through it too fast and I didn't get it open before my body decided to go through the door anyway. My Mom likes to say that I look like Garfield when I do that...You know, like when he's chasing after Jon's car and it stops, and he slams into the back window? Yeah, that's me...
Anyways, this last little dork-stunt I have pulled is hitting my knee really hard against a wall. How did I hit my knee against a wall, you ask? If only I knew...Well, I do know that I was getting up to get something and I was kind of running and I somehow hit my knee while rushing past the doorway. Don't ask me how, the only thing I can come up with is that my knee had a mind of it's own, and it was like, "You know what? I think I'm going to jump out at that doorway and surprise it! Ouch! Okay, that didn't work how I thought it would..."
Now, one thing you should know about me is that I'm pretty fast paced all through the day (well, except in the early mornings, 'cause I'm not a morning person). I pretty much run everywhere I go, which is why I smack into things all day, evidently. The funny thing is, when I was little, I was the careful one: while my brother hit his head against things just to make me laugh, I never ever got hurt. This changed sometime between being thrown up in the air in cheer, and doing back-hand-springs in gymnastics. All the sudden I can't stop getting hurt. I'm lucky enough that it's mostly just lots of cuts and bruises, however.
Another thing you should know about me, is that I bruise really easily. I do not know why when I hit my elbow against the counter or something that there is magically a bruise there that shouldn't really be there because I didn't hit it that hard, but it's true. And this bruise on my knee is looking all purple and blue and stuff. It's all, "Hiya! I'm a bruise! Oh yeah, did I forget to introduce my friend Goose-egg here? How rude of me."
How did I get this way? I don't remember being so clumsy in cheer. In fact, I hardly ever fell, and if I did, it was one of my spotter's fault (if one of you are seriously reading this, which I doubt because you haven't seen or heard from me in like, six years, no offense, but I was good at flying). And I definitely wasn't falling all over myself in gymnastics, because if I had I would have broken something for sure. Maybe it's 'cause I'm getting older? Gee, I never thought being eighteen would make me old...Maybe it's just 'cause I'm getting more impatient as the years pass, and my brain is just so scattered (most likely filled with thoughts of writing, whether in my blog or my novel) and I can't seem to pay attention to everything around me? That sounds more like it. Either way, I seem to live life in the fast lane, and I can't keep the dork-fish side of me out of sight when in said fast lane.
Blog ya later, Miss Eccentric.
P.S. Happy Groundhog day! Punxsutawney Phil saw his shadow, so here's hoping this actually works and we get more winter!!!
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