If your looking for a Christmas feel good story, this isn't it.

Wow. hello. haven't been here in a while. My life has been a depressing story of woes filled with surprise geology tests, touring town singing and dancing with the choir, eating massive amounts of food and chocolate, and lots and lots and waaaay too much bonding time with the swim team. actually, that is false. there can be no limit to bonding time with the swim team. but talking about playing the card game with the swim team on a bus for four hours is not what I am here to talk about. I am here to talk about Christmas.

So Christmas is the time of joy and happiness? the time of wonder and merriment? Guess what? Nope. In the magical land of High School, Christmas is a time for stress. A time for deep deep dark depression and lots and lots of poop. not the brown poop. that's just disgusting. No I'm talking about that white poop that teachers throw on your desk and expect something substantial to come out of it. assignments. papers. projects. This particular Christmas I was given a lovely present from my English teacher (whom I love dearly... ish) a thirty page assignment. half was poems, half was art work. this is unreasonable and I will tell you why. First, you  expect a teenager who cant be bothered to shower to suddenly care about poetry, and pick fifteen of their favorite poems from a text book. Then you expect them to illustrate each poem with a quality art piece that has to relate to the poem you already don't care about. and as the finishing sprinkle, they make it due right before Christmas break. What teenager cares about poetry and artwork the day before Christmas? What teenager cares about poetry? its sad but true. We teenagers of the world are an unreasonable bunch of dirty, uncultured, angry, out of control, oblivious, deadly sort of people who absolutely don't care about poetry. So if you'll excuse me, I'm going to sit in a corner while I eat massive amounts of chocolate, glare at people, and be perpetually upset at life, because that's what teenagers do!!

thanksgiving. :)

So if you were just sitting on edge, biting your fingernails, and hyperventilating just wondering what I did for thanksgiving, the wait is over.
 If you were expecting turkey, stop. just stop right there. turkey (no offence to the bird, they are lovely birds), is over rated. The pilgrims were getting a huge feast ready and the best meat they could find was turkey? seriously?! Could you not find a pig?!! I bet you they didn't even have bacon. sure they had corn. how american of them. But you have to admit. There's nothing more american then fryin' up the bacon. Nope. The Indians introduced them to america's core, corn, and in return, the pilgrims decide to cook them up a dry turkey that probably didn't even taste that great. did they put any spices on it? probably not. Would they have been better off cooking up some pork? probably. That is where I leave this subject.

So my thanksgiving experience. So obviously by the paragraph above, I do not have turkey on my very good side. Actually, my family went to P. F. Chang's. Yes. Chinese for thanksgiving. Columbus would have gotten there anyway if America hadn't been in the way. Now, the food was lovely. Actually it was fantastic. But. Since I was feeling a bit rebellious, I decided to not order water like the rest of my family. No. I rebelled and ordered lemonade. And yes, the first time she brought me lemonade. but then. she decided to come back. And i watched her as she re filled everyone elses glasses with water. and then she picked up mine. And i watched her as she filled up my quarter full lemonade with water. And she just walked away. and i sat there for a minute... and I looked at my glass... and I took a sip of not just watered down lemonade. but a crushed rebellion  a crushed order. a beverage fail. really? really? Can you imagine what it would have been like if half way through the American revolution, George Washington's grandmother came over and kidnapped him and took him back and sat him down and made him drink watery lemonade.
.......... REALLY?!
Well yes. that was my thanksgiving. Hope you had a good one too.

Just so you know.

Stop what your doing. Everyone, seriously stop. Your world is about to change.

Everything you thought you knew about your life is wrong.
1. my room is clean.
2. I got 100% on a grammar test. (results probably wont show up here)
3. I love my A.P. novel.
4. they discovered a diamond planet three times the size of earth.
5. I watched Doctor Who and no one looked down at me like I was a super nerd.
6. My house was humid and warm today; like heaven except for the lack of Italian food.
7. I did my laundry.
8. there is no such thing as magic.
9. Chillingworth is Luke's father.
10. It snowed yesterday.
11. Some kinds of tomatoes grow bigger than my face.
12. There is a voodoo doll on the desk next to me.
All of the above are facts except for 9... that was just a theory. 8 is just a lie. anyone who knows anything knows that. And as a last thought:
13. It was Professor Plum in the library with the electric tooth brush.

Don't listen to your coach.

So I have been commanded to blog by my family members, so I guess I better start. I do have a few things to write about... the first few things will be short.

First off the movie THE HELP is a very fantastic movie that everyone and their dog should see; maybe even their cat. Seriously, that movie is hilarious... and good. The book is good too. It's especially good when the people who go with you fake you out for a month promising that the next week you'll see it. Just so you know, they finally tell the truth. It adds a sense of anticipation.

Second: I FOUND MY STICKY NOTES!!!

Third: I made a music video. It will never be posted. Ever.

Fourth: My coach. Is unbelievable. Let me tell you why.

So yesterday we had a fairly easy practice right? Just normal breath control, a few drills, and a few sprints. Not so much luck for my peers.
So I have a dear friend I've known since I started swimming... like.... seven years ago. She is on chemo. So we're doing this breath control set and I guess she panicked and inhaled a lung full of water. So basically, she is drowning. she gets back to the wall and starts coughing up water. She runs to the garbage and it's not pretty. My coach says: "just push through it, you'll be fine."
So she does. she pushes through the rest of the set in which the goal is to not breath... make sense yet? So after that set, she runs to the garbage again; once again it's not pretty. So then we start the 4 100's sprint. The garbage can got a visit three out of those four times. My coach says: 'Hang in there."
Then we have the 2 50's sprint. She  hung in there; until she started shaking and said that she needed to pay the garbage can another visit. The problem was that there was a  family with small children standing in front of it. So she payed the bathroom a visit.
Conclusion? don't listen to your coach. Go home. Get some sleep, and come back when you don't have to worry about who is standing in front of the garbage can.

Chocolate Milk.

Guess what? School started. What does this mean? More, more, more, and more stinking rants. OOOOH yes. And as my official first rant of the school year, I shall rant about The new chocolate milk.

So among many surprises that came with the first day of school was in the lunch room. New chocolate milk. Now, when something changes in the school lunch menu it's bound to turn some heads, manly because it never happens, and partly because inside of every student is that hope they keep that some day something will magically change and the lunch will be better.

Except for this time, it went the other direction. The new milk I am sad to say is horrible. The old stuff was amazing compared to this stuff. It's almost... sour. Can chocolate milk be sour? Well, the new stuff proves it. It also proves that the school lunch system is trying to poison all of us. If certain political leaders don't have any school children to worry about, the national debt will be easier to take care of right? Oh. Oh yes. I see their  plan. I see it all. And it all starts with the chocolate milk.

outrage.

I am furious. Absolutely bothered. What does it feel like to be betrayed? To be forgotten without warning? I'll tell you what it feels like. It feels like stubbing your toe. It smells like dog poop that's been sitting there in the sun for hours. It tastes like morning breath. it sounds like too many commercials on the radio. and it looks like my face when i found out that the reruns of Doctor Who weren't on anymore. By the way. My face looked like this. >>>:( . that is a very very very angry face. every sideways v is for very.

Did they just not realize how much those reruns meant to me? I think they did it just to made me miserable. They did it because they knew that there was someone out there who waited every week for that rerun so they could tape it. They knew what they were doing.... THEY KNEW.... that they were causing extreme pain in the life of some devout Whovian who doesn't have free access to season 6.1. They knew, and they did it anyway.

So what can we learn from this? They have reruns for a reason. And anyone who complains about reruns needs to experience what it's like trying to earn your season 6.1 because season 6.1 is apparently too good for normal TV, so they make the normal people watch reruns. Well you know what? The reruns are what keep us going!!!! SO THERE!

PS... like my fish? I do. :)

Oh the joys of waiting...

So currently, I am learning (or attempting to learn) how to drive. Firstly, none of the video's work. Secondly, the ones that pretend to work don't actually work. Thirdly, in the time I was put on hold for the costumer service people to help me with my faulty videos, I went through a whole memory card of pictures deleting the ones I didn't like. Then I started this blog post. Then I checked my Facebook and became friends with someone, wrote on someone else's wall, and updated my status about how the world is out to get me. When I got through, instead of helping me fix the problem, they helped me go around the problem... so still none of the video's work... but there are nifty slides in between... I guess the point of this is that some day I will learn how to drive, but that day would not be today. Today is the day of being put on hold.

And because the life has been bugged out of me for not posting about my sisters wedding, I shall now do so. Shortened, Shortened, Shortened summary: They come, they eat, they leave.
Shortened, shortened summary: Pretty Pretty Pretty, treacherous shoes, nice people, good cake, good food, funny little people, no scary people, rigged bouquet toss.
Shortened summary: We had a picture party at the temple, went to the luncheon and ate fantastic food, then went to the reception and ate more fantastic food, along with fantastic cake, in a fantastic place, took some fantastic pictures, in fantastic weather, they cut the fantastically beautiful cake, then threw the fantastically rigged bouquet toss, played some fantastic music, in fantastic outfits, and then they left in a fantastically decorated car. it was very fantastic.
Summary: I woke up to find out that I was supposed to wake up earlier so me and my bride to be sister could watch the season 4 finally of Doctor Who (which if you watch the show, you know that its one of the best ones ever created), but because I didn't, I got to watch my sister get her already curly hair curled... It was confusing but it was very pretty afterwards so that's good. Then I got to sit around outside a temple with children... some a little more feisty than others. Then My sister and her hubby came out, and pictures were... very much so taken. After a short break, we went to the luncheon, with fantastic food... The rolls as I recall were beautiful. and so was the desert... very delightful. After that, we headed to the reception. It was a very beautiful place, with very beautiful food, and amazing cake. Much thanks must be given to the people behind the scenes bringing us the very beautiful food and amazing cake... and the mint lemonade. Sooo good. The daisies....OOOOHHH what fun were they? Have you ever ordered a hundred flowers for a wedding that all came the exact wrong color? ... we have. Orange Gerber daisies shouldn't be yellow.. or red. However if this is a problem you face, please know that floral spray paint does exist, and does work effectively. And its also fun to watch your grandpa play mother nature in the back yard with a can of spray paint. :) But yes, apart from the flower drama, there weren't any other too serious dramas unless you count the 8 year old cousins asking people why they didn't bring a present... that was entertaining. And the bouquet thing? ya... when you turn around and point at the person your aiming for... does it still work? mumblegrumblemumblegrumble... anyway. it was all just great, and the car was not wrapped in plastic! yay! Also yay for the extra cake... that is something that comes in handy...

So now that I'm done with the wedding, I shall now talk about the after math of my wisdom being taken by a crazy old man... who i think is a good person...
So I got in there... and they hooked me up to a heart monitor... which isn't a good idea... I kept trying to make the heart rate go up and down and seeing how low and high it could go... probably not the best... then they injected stuff into my arm that made me fell kind of like I was getting run over by a steam roller... but then I woke up... in a wheel chair... I wasn't quite sure how that happened... and I kept asking about it...and then I started sleeping in the car, which resulted in a dream about Hermione  naming her kid aluminum foil... I asked about that too. Then there was the pudding drama... I wasn't sure if I swallowed it or not...I guess I did. and at some point my neighbor brought me a frosty... not all of it landed in my mouth.. and my other neighbor brought me a butterfly... and then I smiled and waved at someone I saw get in a bike crash... lortab is a beautiful thing... except for when it makes you feel queezy. Any way that is all I can remember of the exciting stuff. That was pretty much it. And since this is turning into the longest post ever... I might add pictures... and my story of opera camp. :) oh the joys of a blog.

So Opera camp! Did you know that bee's hum exactly below a b and above a b flat? Or that alligators have perfect pitch? or how to find out if you have lock jaw? Or the Mongolian throat singing scale? All of these things and more can you learn if you go to an opera camp. Also... Rice cooks very very very slowly in a rice cooker if the electricity is on. That's something you learn if you are cooking for the opera singers at the opera camp. You also learn that you cant cut bread with a chopping knife, but you can chop with a bread cutting knife... You learn odd things at an opera camp; but the opera itself is very amazing and cool. And if you meet and opera singer, ask them to do their best witch laugh... they tend to be extremely good at it. :)

And just because I can, I'm also going to talk about Winnie the Pooh! because it was so good! Honestly, we were all dying in that theater. Not only was I fulfilling my childhood, I was watching Pooh bear strategically manipulating Owl into getting him some honey. It was a great, great moment in my life. Also the little cartoon before the movie starts? is hilarious. Its ok to cry... as long as you cry so much that you cry a lake and live in the lake... that's when its ok to cry. Great lessons they teach us these days.

So I fear that the longest post I've ever posted is coming to an end. So, I will now say good bye until I can upload some pictures of some pretty things I took pictures of just because I could. The End.

Life altering things.

So first item of business. Why cant you buy the score of Doctor Who on iTunes? I am a score nerd. I do love me some scores. Doctor Who's score just happens to be awesome. It buggeth me much. Second item of business. I am about to embark on a magical journey through a book called Dune... i guess its crazy that I haven't heard of it before now. I'm also reading another good book about how the education system is a nut job... and its a mess. Third item of business. I am going to become very, very unintelligent over this weekend... I'm getting put to sleep while some guy digs around in my mouth in search for my teeth of wisdom... and then he's going to steal them. I mean come on. That may very well be the only wisdom in my head right now. And he thinks he can just come in and take them for himself. Sick man.
Fourth and very most important item of business. This Friday the last of the Harry Potters comes out. A: I am so so so so so so very very very very excited. So extremely  excited that my friends and I are making it a seven hour deal... not including the watching the movie part. Plus there will be cake! You never turn down the cake. Ever. B:.... What are we going to do with ourselves after good ol' Harry's gone? Me and a random person I met today agree that the world will go into a long lasting void of depression... and wont be able to get out until something better comes... Which is a scary thought... something replacing Harry. OH WAIT. THERE ALREADY IS!!! haha I love Dr. Who. :).... and Winnie the Pooh.. I have to find a little kid to go with me so I don't look like a creeper when I get over excited to go to a show meant for children under six...

Shakespeare

Lets say... good ol' Will never meant any of his plays to be tragic... Lets say Romeo and Juliepoop was a romantic comedy...
Romeo, Romeo! Where fort art thou Romeo?
-I'm on a horse.... HEEAHHH!!! Shall I compare thee to a summers day?

With the old fat harry guys on the beach?

And the big horse poop roasting in the hay…

Upon your gold boat eaten by a leach......

Do you bite your thumb at me sir?

-Yup. And then i slap your snout. 

So You get the idea... just a thought.... think about all the possibilities... Macbeth? or big Mac?.... beth....

it's Tuesday....

Yes, that would be the day of the week.... and I feel like posting... so I am going to post... in the form of... an entirely messed up story about nothing in particular.

Once upon a a time there lived a Zebra who lived in a desert called Mars. This Zebra was so conveniently named Oil Lampido for no apparent reason at all. He liked to play an odd instrument called the viopanguitharp. He just happened to be the most famous Zebra in Mars because of his ability to play the Viopanguitharp. He had so much fame and fortune from his talent that he was presented a large estate by the Emperor of Mars who was called Folder Von Klondike. He was a bunny. An evil bunny who wanted to take over the universe with his unstoppable cunning wit and his custom made whiskers. Oblivious to the deep desires of this Emperor bunnies heart, Oil was delighted with his present. The estate included and was limited to: a passage to Narnia, The TARTIS, the one eyed witch, and a good looking bar of Swiss chocolate. In this estate Oil was sure he had found pure happiness. Emperor Folder however had different plans. He had poisoned the chocolate, because he knew that Oil was in his way of taking over the universe. However, because the Emperor was so small, and because his whiskers were faulty, he had not thought about what bunny poison did to a zebra. So, the poison didn't kill Oil, and he was able to take over the universe. So that's the story of the day. Never take zebra's for granted by using their hide for a rug. It's disrespectful.

posting spreeeee #4

This. is aMERican idol. dana nana nana nana nana nana nana nana nana nana AAAWWWWAAAAAAHHH nana nana nana nana nana nana nana nana AAAWWWWAAAAAAHHH........  it goes something like that.
any who. Now I shall speak of this seasons American Idol. personally, and no offence to his highness, but i think American Idol did perfectly fine with out the Mr. Simon Cowell, and maybe... if I don't get shot for saying this... it might have done even better.
Don't get me wrong, I miss him dearly, but I think... Mr. Tyler has done the show some good. P.S. his performance on the finale was awesome. really. I also love his wardrobe dearly. The variety of talent this year was insane. Casey for instance, was.... well you cant really describe a bass playing, growling, jazzy, hilarious teddy bear of awesomeness in one sentence... oh wait. I just did. He was one of my favorites. I was very happy with the top two though. Lauren and Scotty.... oh dear. They say they are dating... and then they say just kidding, and then they say oh no we're not dating, and then.... well. I'll just state my opinion. They are going to have a ITR (Idol Tour Romance) and they know it. It would also just make my day if they just made it official. So I guess we'll see. but really.... come on. The finale said it all. In the words of The Count of Monte Cristo, "All human intelligence can be summed up in two words: wait and hope."

Posting spreeeee #3

Now that thats over with, I'm going to post about awesome things. Such as German music, Pirates four, and above all... American Idol.
So once upon a time I took three years of German. I wanted to further my German education, but because my high school didn't offer it (mainly because the teacher quit, plus the funds went down), I couldn't do that. So because I miss it dearly, I decided to try and get back in the groove. I got out all my old notes and started to listen to some music (listening to music is my favorite way of re-learning it). On this little German spree I was taking, I re-discovered Xavier Naidoo.... and also how much I miss his music. I also noticed the quality of the lyrics, and wondered if it was just because it was in a different language and it sounded better, or because it was truly more thought out than American lyrics, but either way, it was just a lot better. Now i'm not saying all American lyrics are bad. I'm just saying... there are better things out there.

Next. Pirates 4.
Awesome. truly awesome. Favorite part? When Jack is sitting on the cannon and pulls out a bottle of who knows what and says... hola. It made my day. My other favorite part involved a chandelier and an odd looking cream puff.  If you've seen it, you know what I'm talking about. Really though, one of the best. The whole Voodoo doll twist was great as well. on a scale of one too awesome, I'd give it a penguin. which is a lot higher than march of the penguins, but still not as high as the first pirates.

umm... I'm going to give American Idol its own post.

posting spreeeee #2

Don't read this if you are about to eat, eating, or have finished eating recently.
I helped plant a garden.
That alone should scare you.
Actually it shouldn't because planting a garden can be very fun. especially when there are worms EVERYWHERE. Why is it that such a very ugly bug is responsible for making dirt better? if you think about it, all your planting your garden in is worm poop.... and other stuff. but really? I understand that it provides great nutrition for the plants and blah blah blah but think about it. All the food you eat, came from a seed and... worm poop. Not just that, but other kinds of poop to. Dirt is just one big poop pile... hole.... fest..... thing. Not to mention all the things that have died in that dirt. Don't even get me started on that. Poop poop poop poop poop. And while we're on the subject of disgusting things, did you know that when flies land on your food they throw up, and then they eat their puke and they fly away? Did you also know that there are bugs in your chocolate? ya. Its all OK though. we've been eating out of this poop-puke-dead-bug stuff for years. Nothing new. Just something to think about next time you eat a salad... or your candy bar. pay extra special attention to the crunch in your Crunch.

update spreeeeeee!!!

SOOOO because so many people were bugging me about updating my blog, and why i didn't blog about this and this and this and that and this and that other thing and this and the list goes on and on and on and on and on...... I am going to blog about everything that I have done and or that has affected me since the pre-royal wedding post which includes the post wedding. So here I begin the post wedding post.

So my plans went a little better than I expected the day of the wedding. I was planning to wake up at 2:00 so i could watch the whole thing live, but I ended up waking up late (late being 4:00 a.m.). So I jumped in my formal wear (because you cant just attend or participate in a wedding with out the proper attire) and turned on the TV just as Kate was walking down the isle. I thought it was a fantastic wedding. Yes, the kisses on the balcony were a little lame.
I went to school against my will, but as soon as I came back, I watched the part I had missed when I woke up late. I was once again in my formal attire, but this time i had tea with jam and bread... and it wasn't  four in the morning... So then i get this wonderful call from my friend asking if i wanted to watch the royal wedding with them.. of course said yes. So yet again, I see the wedding. I have now seen it three times. When I get home, I had to watch the remaining three hours of this program. in that segment, they showed the wedding recaps at least twice. So, by the end of the day, I had witnessed the wedding five times. When i tell people this, they look at me in a very strange way. HIGHLIGHT: Princess Beatrice's hat? I get the feeling it was chosen out very late at night... or while some persons were not the most sober they could be. .... but yes. That was the royal wedding for me.

FINALS.

So first things first. The world in fact did not end last Saturday. Good thing two, because if it had, I would have died with out seeing PIRATES 4! which was awesome by the way... not as good as the first one, but better than the middle two. (which has already been said by a million or so people, so this shouldn't be news) Back to the end of the world. So at approx. 4:00 where was I? I was washing the dishes. yup. my final seconds in this life could have been spent scrubbing hardened cheese off of plates. ya. not the most dramatic thing in the world. I would have preferred to be sailing some ship made out of ice cream battling a fierce ninja with my light saber while sailing into the sunset (because everyone knows that the sun sets at 4:00), and pondering what would happen to my dog while I was gone (if I had a dog) and taking sips of cool aid. That would be the ideal. So I'm just going to say I was doing that if anyone asks me.

Next item of business. I had finals today. Now the term FINALS is usually associated with hours of study, all nighters, horror stories, and in some cases, being late for class, not having had breakfast, and having an ace bandage around your foot. My finals day would be associated with the last of these associations.  Yes, I was late for class. Yes, I did not have breakfast (unless you include my Klondike bar after the final). and yes, my ankle/ foot is busted. speed walking to class? not fun. HOWEVER. all of my finals went well. and as a highlight of the day, I did get 96% on my history final. I kinda feel like a ninja. And so should you. Because YOU are awesome. and probably a good person.

The Royal Wedding!

Call me a major dork, but I am so excited for the wedding this Friday. Here's why, and here's what I'm planning (and in some cases, wish I could carry out).

Here's the why. So what makes me so excited for it is that for once, there's good news that the world is buzzing about. I love the fact that we get a break from all of the bad things going on, and we get to be happy as a world community. The only harsh feelings that might be had about this wedding is the jealous girls who wanted to be the princess. But honestly, they can go try out for Disney Land. This is the stuff of fairy tails! Happy things like this come about... well, next to never. So, I'm going to take full advantage of the happiness while it lasts.

Plans that I wish happen: Where I am currently located, the Today Show, and Good Morning America 'Royal Wedding' programs start at exactly 2:00 A.M. in the morning. I will sleep as soon as I get home from school the day before the wedding, so I can wake up at 1, get ready (meaning formal dress, a cup of tea, a drink to go with jam and bread, and putting up British flags for everything from curtains, to pillows), and get out my guitar while I play some British songs... (to be determined) to pass the time. Right before it starts I will place upon my head a nice, premium, top notch, plastic crown. I will then sit upon my couch, in front of my  amazing television, and watch every single second of the program. I will be watching this with my neighbors and friends who are just as excited as I am. After the program, we will eat enormous amounts of cake, (particularly the wedding cake I made from scratch the day before, with three layers lined with roses, and covered in British frosting flags. on top will be a great big W&C. Following, we will probably do lots of shopping, come home, and watch lots of prince/princess type movies that take place in England. Notice that none of this involves school in any way shape or form.
What probably will end up happening: At best, I will wake up for 5:30 practice, assuming that we have convinced our coach to bring their laptop so we can watch the YouTube version, watch as much as we can before we have to go to school, I of course will be wearing my shoes with British flags on them (which are too small, but just too perfect for the occasion), and take some end of year testing. I will come home, not go to evening practice, and watch the rest of the program that we recorded, and eat heaps of ice cream with my friends. After which, we will watch a prince/princess type movie that takes place in England. Either way, I am super excited, and just so I can sound official or something.... "My best to the happy,  loaded, awesome, royal couple."

the wonders of book stores.

So yesterday, and the day before that, I had the opportunity of visiting book stores. There are a few types of them in this world. there are the ones that, of course, smell like new books and paper. That would be your average book store, with average books, and more often times than not, they usually have a shelf or two for the Twilight series; and then a section or two for vampire fancies that suddenly all came out right after Twilight became popular. I don't usually like these kinds of book stores, but I'm always willing to give them a chance.

Then you have your coffee book stores. On the plus side, they smell good, and it seems easier to roam through the shelves for longer periods of time. These usually contain classics, murder mysteries, and romance novels. Once again, you get your new book smell, but not as strong as the coffee. These seem to be more appealing to me, probably because of the particular crowd that accumulates there; the content, laid back, philosophical, book searchers.

However, if your on the search for a true gold mine, book wise, personally, the oldies are the way to go. By oldies, I mean the out of print and the antique. These stores could be very small, or very large. They could be very organized, or beautifully unorganized. I personally love the unorganized, because it just makes the trip that much more of an adventure. However, these are the stores where you'll find some of the greatest stories ever written. You may also come across the worst stories ever written, but we don't talk about those.

In the end though, you'll want to remember one important thing. Go into the book store looking for something specific, but nothing in particular. As another rule of thumb, plan on being there at least fifteen minutes more than you think you'll want too. And last but not least, go with a buddy, because you never know what kinds of creepers work at a book store with really tall shelves.

Doctor Who?

So this past weekend, I found an excellent time DESTROYER. And when I say DESTROYER, I mean murderer. I had to stop myself after going through five episodes... when I started watching at about... nine in the evening. It's this fantastic show about this alien guy who has a time machine, who goes around in time saving the world with his new buddy named Rose. I mean, that's all I really know so far, but it had me addicted at about episode... 2.
Now, had I never heard or seen charlieissocoollike, (Charlie McDonnell) on You tube, I would have never been interested in this fantastic show. At first, I must confess I did think he was a little bit odd for having action figures from the show, but now I understand. I also would like some... just in case someone who knows me personally is wondering what I want for my birthday..... :)
So now, I sit here, pondering Doctor Who, because I cant actually watch it. I am currently visiting my sister, who does not have Netflix... this means I have about three days to do whatever I feel like... that doesn't include Doctor Who. Oh what will I do? Without my Doctor Who? Maybe I'll buy a shoe, or two, that are new, and preferably not full of poo...I will meet a person named sue, and ride in a canoe, with my new shoe, and the canoe will go moo, and I cant think of anything else.... so TTFN, Ta ta for now. (traditional-esque Whennie the pooh farewell)

jib jib lala <-- what's that?

there are two types of people in this world, people that do, and people that enjoy watching the other people do. For instance, I am more of an observer. So this morning as I was eating my delicious cereal, I enjoyed two different awesome people. One, was the magnificent Cake Boss. This time featuring a tribal cake that was spitting fire. Now I don't know about you, but I certainly think that is worthy of loud applause. If I got that for my birthday, the only other thing I  would need would be what this other guy made.

On the other show I was watching as I refilled my bowl full of cereal, was a team of super nerd geeks (whom I love very much) who were building a sled with a jet engine. Now, there were some tiny problems with it... nothing that couldn't be fixed though. there was the problem of the engine just burning fuel, and not going anywhere... and then there was also that problem where the sled was made of wood.... but really, if you could get that thing to work, I would be your first buyer, going down the mountain at about.... 300 MPH.

Don't really want to think  about what happens when I get to the bottom though...

END OF THE WORLD...

No this post will not be about the end of the world. However, it does come pretty close. For the high school community of America, Dooms day could also translate into three little letters: the ACT.
This is an over stressed, over studied, and over rated test high school kids take to try to impress colleges. When students study for something like this, sleep is lost, meals are not eaten (horrible thought), and they reach a further state of madness which is more commonly known as O.C.D. Now, I don't really have this, but I am surrounded by people who do. Let me just say that this can sometimes can be beneficial. Looking at it from the outside, I envy you people. Hail to thee you people who get your homework done! It saves you lots of pain. However. When it comes to studying for major life changing tests that are designed to fry your brain wide open over the period of four hours, I think that it is extremely over stressed. It is truly not that difficult; its just long, boring, long, time constrictive, and very long. Some questions can be written in alien scholar pig Latin, but you just look for the alien scholar pig Latin answer... and wuuupiee! correct.
Some hints on pre-test prep., unless you act well under stress, don't stress. easy as pie. The way to not do this is to make sure you know basic grammar rules, be able to read graphs, learn how to read quickly, understand that the space given to you next to your problems on the Math section is so you can work out the problem...., and finally defiantly do not have Dyslexia. If you, like me, do have this, I am sorry. It is something we have to live with our whole lives. Just read slowly, and pay attention to bold words. The rest of you, next time you read.... anything really, be thankful your eyes don't read two words, skip down a line, read the third word over, switch the letters of the fourth word, skip up to the first line, add a word or two that don't exist, and then make the last word turn upside down. BE THANKFUL.
(ps, I'm not an expert on test taking, or anything fancy like that, so for the most part, ignore most of that)

Once upon a time....

Once upon a time there was a magical place called the internet. In this wonderful world full of false information, twilight spoofs, Justin Bieber fans, and Taylor Lautner Facebook groups, there was this beautiful little place called blogger. One day, in came an amazingly awesome person (me), who was interested in posting rants about their day to day life.... ahem.... ahem..... notice the title on this post.... once upon a time right? ya. Thats how cool I've become. posting once a month. So now today, I present you you an freakishly awesome post. I am prepared with Mango Juice, (already gone) techno-ifyed classical music, and a very big desire to post to the people of the internet (as described above).

Now, I could address the topics above (all of which I semi dislike, with the exception of Taylor. He is the only reason to keep watching Twilight) but I have far more important things to write upon.
ITEM NUMBER ONE!!!
Jane Eyre. Have you ever read it? Well let me sum it up for you. Cry cry cry,... cry cry.... little happy..... dash every dream i ever had....... die die die.... fire fire fire..... tear tear tear... depression, depression depression...and thats about it.
ITEM NUMBER TWO!!!
Have you ever in your life seen a dancing cow? Well let me tell you all about them. If you ever meet one, be sure to give them food, and money, and presents. They really do appreciate it, and it is for a good cause. You see, I just happened to play the magnificent part of the head of a cow in our school's most resent production. All proceeds go to the people inside the cow costumes, who are the most awesome people you will ever meet.
ITEM NUMBER THREE!!! 
When buying a new phone, and you must choose between two that you really like, the deciding factor should always be the games. If you are lucky enough to have a phone with unlimited games, the deciding factor is then delegated to the number of techno ringtones.
ITEM NUMBER FOUR!!!
The Lion King is the greatest Disney movie ever made. I don't care what anyone says. Snow white is too fake, Cinderella is okay, but nothing will ever amount to the awesomeness of Lion King. Everyone has a Timon in their life, or should have one.
ITEM NUMBER FIVE!!!
So now i have a story. It is the tragic tale of a very sad fish. Once there was a very small fish, who was the smallest and cheapest in all of the pet store. The only thing he knew all his life (2 days) was the lonely tank in which he stared out all day, waiting for someone to pick him, instead of the other, better looking, bigger and faster fish. So the day finally arrived when he was picked. The people who picked him didn't take very good care of him. He felt like a joke. They named him an outrageous name, and left him in a locker. The next day, the small sad fish died. Moral of the story, don't be a small sad fish. And if you are, demand steroids from the people who feed you. The end.

Those are the absolute most important things that should take over your life right now. HOWEVER. Jane Eyre shouldn't be taking over your life, because i summed it up for you right there. Oh and P.S., I found something awesome; and their name is E. S. Posthumus. And.... they kinda rock. I shall post about them at a later date.

the insane asylum.... called school.

Well I could make up another excuse for my laziness, but that comes later. Now, I must rant.... about how much school shouldn't be there tomorrow.

For myself, this break has been pretty awesome, and it didn't even go by too fast! This is probably because I was holding on to it for my dear life and sanity. Dear life, because as much as teachers think, 5 hours of sleep a night isn't very good for you. It actually is quite counter productive.... and like everything else, leads to death. But  really, everything truly does lead to death.... breathing leads to death eventually. It doesn't matter how many times you brush your teeth, or you eat the salad instead of the cookie, or you chop off all your hair and donate it. eventually you will die. Eating leads to death, school leads to death, homework speeds up the process, lectures take a few years off, and even reading this post leads to death. That's all life is: one big happy dying party. See just how well you do at life while you die. And if you make it into the Darwin awards, Your a true hero. You have truly accomplished something in life.
Sanity, because even though you may sugar coat school by saying its "mental weightlifting", (which truly is trying to roll poop in sugar.... lovely visual) it doesn't work. I'm sorry. My sanity and my health come before my mental buffness. This proves that the AP reading list is just another way of English teachers making a hit list. " ooh we could definitely take out these kids with Jane Ayre.... YES! Little Women will take about 50 years off of their life.... we can finish it off with some Moby Dick.... I think that we want to take this persons hopes and dreams out with Emma..... mission accomplished!"
It might not go down exactly like that, but I'm pretty sure they have that general goal in mind. I'm just saying. I'm not really excited to go back to school.