Resolutions, how the world will change when I'm president of it, and department store stuffed animals.

I think its safe to say that I've never made a resolution.
But maybe this year I will.

I think this year I will make this resolution:

Get rich and famous. Get fame and fortune.

Yeah, that's ridiculous, right?

That's why I've never made a new years resolution because I'm kind of stuck in a middle place right now. I have everything I want right now, and I'm just looking forward to the future. Like my career and stuff.

What Michelle Learned:
lowercase l's and uppercase I's are the same in most fonts. That's so confusing. I'm definitely going to change that when I'm president of the world.

Also when I'm president of the world all the letters from "On Beyond Zebra" by Dr. Seuss will be part of the alphabet. Also Hawaiian and Korean may become second and third languages in America. Also I will have a home in Canada. Next to Justin Biebers house and Ryan Reynolds house.

Life will be so much better when I'm president.

We're gonna party all night, and sleep all day, and throw all of our problems away, our lives will be eeeeasy, our lives will be eeeasy.

Whoever caught that the last bit was Black Eyed Peas lyrics then they are smart and they get a gold star.

Michelle's Random Opinion:
Department stores are cool but only if you are looking for homecoming dresses, perfume, purses, or your 8-year-old grand daughter.

We went to Macy's yesterday to spend some gift cards and we walked around the whole store like three times and I found out that the store was mainly for middle aged people with really weird taste and that I might have to design underwear because everyone else sucks at it.

I also found out that all coffee beans are good for are cleaning your nose after smelling tons of different kinds of perfume (SJP NYC FTW - If you could understand that then you're an amazing individual) and nothing else.
And I also found out whenever I go to Khols or Macy's or Dillards or JC Penny, I always ALWAYS end up wanting to buy the stuffed animal that they have in the display thing next to all the check-out places. Usually because they're really really really soft movie characters or doctor Seuss characters or, this time, a big papa smurf complete with finger puppets and a santa hat. Soft and delicious.

No ordinary blog

I've decided that I'm going to do something that will keep the blogs interesting.

Every blog that I write I will have a "What Michelle Learned Today (or in recent days past)" place where I will tell you something awesome or not so awesome that I learned and that you should know also.

I'm also going to start a "Michelle's Random Opinion" where I will tell you my random opinion on something. I'm going to say that usually its going to be a new opinion that I have or an opinion that i have that I have just become aware of.

So...

What Michelle Learned Today (or in recent days past):

Today I learned everything anyone will ever need to know about left handedness on Wikipedia.

I'm left handed, if you forgot. All the coolest people are.

Did you know that out of the last seven presidents, all the left handed ones that ran were the ones that won? Pretty cool, eh?

Here's what else I read, in the "positive connotations" section. Which, I might add, was much smaller than the "negative connotations" section.

"The Third Sapa Inca - Lloque Yupanqui -- was left-handed. His name when translated from Quechua means "the glorified lefthander." (However, this cannot be considered a positive connotation, since Lloque was known as "The Unforgettable Left-Handed One" due to his reportedly horrifying ugliness"

Wow. Thats...nice.

and then I read, (in the same section) something that really was positive. Or at least I thought until I got to the last part. I'm so confused about everything because of it. I don't know what to think about anything ever again. Here it is:

"In Russian, "levsha" (lefty, lefthander) became a common noun for skilled craftsman, after the title character from "The Tale of Cross-eyed Lefty from Tula and Steel Flea." written in 1881 by Nikolai Leskov."

I'm going to write a book about a left handed person, and its going to be very positive towards his lefthandedness, and I'll call it The Tale of Cross-eyed Lefty from Tula and Steel Flea. Yeah, that's it. A title like that will draw anyone in!

Oh Nikolai. You have so much to learn.
But I guess it does draw people in. It drew me in. I mean, there's nothing I want more now! (Kristin, if you were wondering, this book is now on the top of my wish list for late Christmas. I hope they have it in English.)


No but really beside being unable to cut anything straight or have good handwriting, being left handed is the booomdigityboom.


You know in baseball the pitcher has an advantage if they are different hand than the batter, and the batter has an advantage if they are the same hand, so often a team will whip out a secret agent left-handed pitcher to win the game for them. That may be the best thing I've heard all day!


Michelle's Random Opinion:
Keanu Reeves is a terrible actor.

Excuse the font change, I couldn't fix it. :(

Jumping on the Resolution Bandwagon

*coffcoff*

Hello, everyone. Hello especially to you there in the back. Yes, you. The one I'm pointing at. The only one in the room.

So I've been pretty sick. I went through a few steps, the most recent one being this morning, where I phased into recovery only to jump a few steps back into awful nausea while at work. Don't worry, it went away without incident. And now I'm (almost) as good as new.

Basically last week was Christmas! Michelle and I got some cool stuff, but of the two of us, my stuff was definitely better. And I was more thankful for it. Like my hats. I got two hats for Christmas and I love them, but Michelle got hats and said, "I got too many hats." DUMB.

Kidding, kidding.

I also got about 1500 pages worth of Tad Williams books, which will keep me happy for roughly the rest of my life.

So the real reason I wrote this blog post is to share with you that I'm one of those New Year Resolution people. Actually, I'm not. I never have been. I'm going to start though. And as I was sitting here, trying to think of what my New Years resolution would be, I realised something: not only am I going to be one of those annoying people who makes resolutions, I'm going to be the one with the dumb, run-of-the-mill resolution that everyone else has (hint: it's not "I'm going to lose X pounds this year by going on a diet of worms and rice"). I'm going to stay in shape!

I sort of did this last year, only after dance and swim team were over, things sort of petered out into shameless vegging. This means that this year, not only do I have to keep limber in the spring (yoga) and the summer (swimming), I also will have to come up with a plan for the fall/winter when I'm at UCM where opportunities for vegging will probably abound (let's face it - I'm not going for the part of "college experience" that involves socialising). There's a gym and all, but the real battle will be making myself travel the quarter mile to get there.

So that's the marching order for the year. I hope all your resolutions are equally corny.

Names, superheroes, and skybank

Amy, Amy, Amy....Heres something for your sickypoo self.

I've been thinking about names, with all these little babies around, and I've made a list of my favorite.

Athena, Alice, Phoebe, Sophie, Sophia, Jamia, Marie, Alexis, Stella, Jacob, Judah, Colin, Conrad, William, Charlie, Jason, Oliver, Ezra.

I also have a list of names that I wouldn't name my kids but that I still like.

Like Boaz, London.

Thats not much of a list, is it.


The other night I had a really cool dream.

So there was this show that my dance studio was doing, and the drama class, (which was actually a dance class) didn't have a dance yet, but we'd picked out a song. We didn't know that the performance was going to be so soon (like we hadn't even met together once) and so me and Briana, this other girl in my class, went into the basement into this little room that was like a nursery or a sunday school room, and it was tiny, but somehow we managed to choreograph this entire Black Eyed Peas song. The song started like Boom Boom Pow, but I remember thinking, when I woke up, that it was called The Time, and that I had to look it up later. Then, after I was more awake, I remembered that it must not have been The Time, because I'd head that song a billion times, and it was nothing like that. It was like...a different song. That I made up in my head. Anywho we choreographed this whole thing, and it was really cool, and when I woke up I remembered the whole dance, but I didn't write it down, and now that I think of it, I wouldn't have been able to use it for anything anyway because that song doesn't exist.

Life is just so sad sometimes.

I'm pretty sure it was the coolest dream I've had in a while.

Except for the one I just had where you, Amy, didn't want to go to pacastan on vacation so you kidnapped me so you wouldn't have to go. That didn't work out so well, but we changed our plans so just me and Angela were going.

And then there was this huuuuuge fat cobra that was in the sand box, and it was going crazy, and dad was wrestling with it and it was so cool looking, and then it got out, and it was in the bushes next to me, but for some reason I didn't freak out.

I kind of like snakes. They're really cool.

Did you know that the general symptoms of a snake bite are dizziness, fainting, increast thirts, headache, fever, severe pain (no kidding), breathing difficulty, bleeding, fang marks (O really?), discoloration (of the skin, in the bite area), burning sensation, swelling, bleeding spots, numbness, tingling, sweating, blurriness, rapid pulse, low blood pressure, severe shock, convulsions, loss of coordination, weakness, nausea, vomiting and diarrhea.

Soooo don't get bit by poisonous snake. Nothing good comes from it.

Unless its a a snake kind of like the spider on spider-man. Then you could turn into snake-man!

What kind of superpowers would snake-man have? Uuhh, He can strangle people with his body? He can swallow them hole? He can unhinge his jaw? He can bite people? As cool as slithering around can be, spider-man has got it made with that whole web-flying thing.

Sometimes I wonder what he would do if he was in the desert. web-fly off the atmosphere? That's kind of like what he did in the game.

Oh Spider-Man, you are useless in the not-city. You cannot hang upside down anywhere, you cannot have any kind of element of surprise, you cannot do anything except webbatize peoples eyes.

You see what I did there? that was a rhyme. An awesome rhyme. The most awesome rhyme of all time.
Boohyaaaaah.

Out of all the superheroes, I'm pretty sure Flash, Aquaman and Hawkman are the best. I still can't decide which I would rather do. Breathe under water and swim really good, or have really big wings and be able to fly.

Air is everywhere, water is not. But the wings would definitely get in the way sometimes. But they do look really cool.

Its a toss up. "Just like my cash to skybank" Oh wheezywaiter. You be funny.

Feeling better, Amer?

Peace out home slice.

Back into the swing of things

Well, break it over, and school is starting again. UUUUUUUUUGHHH.
My school is starting before every person on the planet! Its not 2011 yet, and yet I'm still doing school AFTER Christmas break. I don't think this has ever happened to me before, and it shouldn't happen to anyone else.

We had a pretty cool Christmas and with the family, and I got some pretty cool stuff.
You know how people are asking you what you want, and you know through out the year you've had just about 100 ideas, but you can't think of any when you need to make a list? Yeah that's what happened to me. I put like three little measly things on the list, but I didn't think of anything big until I went Christmas shopping. I always see a billion things I want when I go shopping anywhere, but that was just about a week before Christmas and everyone had already bought all their presents for me, but I wrote my ideas down anyway.

Thats whats so nice about having a birthday right after Christmas. Its like the safety net for Christmas. Everything that you don't catch in the Christmas net will be caught in the safety birthday net. Its pretty great.

But thats just about the only up side to having a birthday in the winter. February is just about the worst month of the year because its before the grass starts getting green or the leaves start coming out, and its after the snow. Its always gray all the time. Valentines day does make it feel better though, because its like the 3rd most colorful holiday of the year (Christmas and St. Patricks day come before it. Thanksgiving and Halloween are next after Valentines day on the colorful list because I don't consider brown to be a color, and that's the color that it is outside and inside during Thanksgiving (That goes for the turkey too. And all the other food, actually) And the official color of Halloween is Orange, but you see more Black and gray and cobweb-color than anything) and its all about love and hearts and girls and embarrassing little love notes and ME. Yes. I pride myself on having a birthday on a holiday. I may just get married on Valentines day too, because then I would have THREE things to celebrate on that day. Ha.

So far I haven't been able to live Valentines/my birthday out to the fullest because as they say, "February 14th is the worst day of the year for single people." Its also the day of the most snail mail AND the day of the most speed dating/blind dating. Fun, right? I do happen to be single, but since Feb. 14th is my birthday, it isn't the worst day. The worst day of the year for me is probably December 26th or August 1st, when I start school.

Oh my, the last couple of days there has been the prettiest yellow cat hanging around outside our house, and I feel so terrible for it because its really cold out there, and I want to let it in, but every time I open the door it runs away. I tried to put some food out for it, but I think the dog ate it. Our dog is CRAZY about cat food. I mean whats the difference between dog food and cat food? They both kind of look the same, and they smell the same. I wonder what they taste like. This one time I ate a dog treat. It was cheese and bacon flavored and it kind of tasted like a ball of grits with really almost tasteless powdered cheese on it. I didn't taste any bacon. I think they were lying about that.

HULK SMASH SPELLING ERRORS

*HEIGHT.

-Amy

"You're tall"

I get this a lot, but I just got it again yesterday, from a girl who has been in my drama class since September. You know when you've known someone that long in that kind of situation that they've been thinking about it a lot, but they haven't found the right time to tell you. So she told me yesterday. It was slightly sad.

But its true, I'm taller than everyone in that class. I'm taller than everyone everywhere.

So I was kind of sad about that whole thing, so I made a hight-meter on my door, and it has my hight, and the hight of lots of famous people. When I made this I found out a lot of sad things about everything that I thought I knew.

Matt Damon and James Marsden are hardly an inch taller than me (if that).

Sterling Knight is taller than both of them. Sterling Knight.

Nicki Minaj and Demi lavato are very short. Very, very short.

Hugh Jackman is six two, so its all good there.

Also Justin Bieber is too short for me. He's about perfect for Demi Lavato.

Oh and Selena Gomez is five five. Thats a good hight. I wish I was five five.

Its a sad, sad life.

Life!

Sometimes I say I'm really busy, but sometimes I also LIE. For instance, right now I should be writing, BUT, I already made my resolution at the beginning of the month (yesterday) that I'm too busy to do NaNoWriMo entirely, so I will write a minimum of 500 words per day instead of 1667. Lame and possibly pathetic. The real truth? I wrote 1,000 words today (didn't write anything at all yesterday), and then took the rest of my "homework time" watching will.i.am, Nicki Minaj, Usher, Willow Smith, and assorted other contemporary musicians dancing around and singing to catchy beats.

I also had some chocolate. The truth of the matter is that I made another resolution at the beginning of October that I only needed three new things this winter: a flannel shirt, winter boots, and a coat that actually keeps me warm. Then I decided that I could live without the flannel shirt. I'd buy the cheapest winter boots I could allow myself to buy. And I would make myself a winter coat in sewing class.

Here's the thing about sewing. People may tell you that sewing a garment is cheaper, or at least much higher quality, than if you bought a similar garment anywhere in the world of rabid consumerism. Don't believe them. I'm fairly positive that this coat, which I bought fabric for this afternoon, will by the end of it's construction be both more expensive, less well-made, and less cute than something I could pick up at Target for $40. Because the fabric, lining, and interfacing alone cost me $67. Okay, I bought a bit more than I'm going to need, just in case, but still. I'm reaching into the recesses of my uncomfortably empty pockets to fund this sewing class that already cost an arm and a leg.

The other thing I bought this week was brown hair dye. My roots are coming in strong; it's almost time. And I'm almost ready to go back to looking like an English teacher rather than looking like Pink on the worst hair day of her life.

I just watched The Karate Kid. The original one. You know how it was supposed to be so great and so much better than the remake? Maybe I expected too much of it, because I really wasn't feeling it most of the time. I feel kind of shallow for holding old movies to a higher standard than new ones simply because I can't stand watching really dated films. Here are the things I liked about the original:

1. Mr. Miyagi (teacher dude) was awesome and adorable.

2. The love story was super dumb but at least they were like sixteen instead of twelve.

3. It wasn't just pick-up-the-jacket-hang-it-up-put-it-on. It was wax-on-car-wax-off-car, paint-the-fence, sand-the-floor, and paint-the-house. Which in my opinion is waaay more helpful (and plausible!) than just messing around with a jacket.

Here are the things I didn't like:

1. Kid wasn't such a great actor.

2. Maybe they just didn't go into the particulars of karate enough, but the remake made kung fu look waaay more awesome than the original made karate look.

3. Pimply American high school bullies aren't even half as scary as hardcore Chinese middle-schoolers. Just sayin'.

So that's the general idea. I know that you are much less forgiving than I am, and so I'm pretty positive that you wouldn't like the original at all. Jaden Smith is just too cute for that. Speaking of which, I just looked him up and he was born in 1998. I still can't believe that someone born in 1998 can be coherent now. I remember 1998, man. It was a good year. I'm only eighteen and already I'm beginning to feel like an old fogy.

-Amy

P.S. I meant to add a couple of pictures to make this post less wall-of-text-y, but my computer, or the internet, it being stupid and not allowing it.

The Monsters Monster

Image #1 Moral booster.

Image #2 The kind of humor I need to be getting into right about now.

I just found out today what the play is actually called, "The Monsters Monster." (its the TV, by the way.)

There is so much slapstick humor and really dumb humor that I really need to be getting into stuff like that, (hence the second picture.) I'm also going to be dancing like a dork for a while and acting like a dork for about an hour so I need to get into the character.

I hope adults can appreciate the slapstick, because they're going to be about the only people watching the play.

Amy? You had better laugh, even if it isn't funny. It keeps the actors going.

Every actors nightmare is a dead crowd.

On that happy note, I will leave you to ponder why you didn't ever think that a platypuses nose looks like an Asian ghost.

Only Two?

I am undoubtedly the first kind of person. Today I couldn't even bring myself to honk at the guy in the minivan who zoomed into the lane ahead of me in a mess of traffic with no blinker, almost causing me to unwittingly shave off his rear bumper. But don't worry! Next time my road rage will be sufficiently prevalent for me to punch the horn like it's a screaming baby.

...did I just make that analogy? Ignore it.

Today I bundled up to my ears and went to work and school. I was there from 8 to 5:30, and not once did I un-bundle. It was awesome. Otherwise today wasn't all that great. Apparently Dr. Teal isn't interested in fresh starts and kindly doles out the evil eye to anyone who dares to delay in obeying her. There was a test in French today. It wasn't very fun. Instead of paying attention to school, I wrote a letter to Elise. That's my coping mechanism.

So should I make a trench coat for my next project in sewing class? I'm going to be done with the last assigned project on Wednesday, so I've got to decide. If I do it I want to do it right, go the whole nine yards. Wool and everything. It'll be awesome I hope.

Okay so I'm starting to watch Gamer now. It's on Netflix. I'll tell you if it's any good. Probably not, since it's on Netflix. You know how it is. But it had Logan Lerman in it, so that's something. And Gerard Butler is swoony. If he has his accent. I doubt he will. Sadface.

-Amy

Two kinds of human beings

If you can't read it, at the bottom it says, "there are basically two kinds of human beings."

It made me chuckle.

Amy. Your lack of blog posting is disheartening.

Did you see that? I spoke in Amy-language!

Anywho, on other news, we're going to Texas on friday, its totally awesome! Earlier in the year I was looking forward to the trip because I thought that it would be totally cold here, and it would be like a nice change, but NOOOO its like 85 degrees or more and its terrrrible. I mean, its the middle of October, earth, you can do better than that!

Then later in the year, like in august, I was not happy because we wouldn't be able to go to the ocean because of the spill. But oil is oil, am I right, and the gulf is pretty much made of it, so if you wanna swim in the "ocean" (people tell me that the gulf isn't actually the ocean, but I toootally think it is.) then you can get the whole effect.

I'm also happy because then I can add it to my list of states that I've been to! Which isn't very many. Its like 15 or something.

-Michelle

Haters Gonna hate

Beside the last two or three pictures I put on here, this is my favorite picture ever.

So whats the haps, Amers? I'm totally going to see you on Wednesday. And then I'm going to see you on Thursday. Today I found out that it was Columbus day, and I don't have any school, HA! Pretty cool.

-Michelle

Captain Jack Harkness

Ha! I almost completely forgot about him! Uh, I couldn't go to the link of the first one, it took to long to load, but the second one was cool looking.

But buying that for Joseph, or possibly just buying because we are nerds? Not gonna happen, girly, unless you become president of the world and suddenly become the richest person on earth.

Oh wait, haha thats me. Yeah, we can get it when that happens.

I'm gonna have to start watching Doctor Who again, after I finish Buffy. Or maybe not after I finish Buffy, because I'm only on the second episode and its already turning into something that I really didn't want it to turn into. I think its because I'm so used to Disney Channel shows, and how no one ever changes in those, but in this show, people do change, even the main character, and its not always for better.

Ha well, better start Doctor Who! And I should probably finish Robin Hood, because I never did finish the second third season. In fact, we hardly started it. I think it was because of that Isabella girl, and that lady that joined the group that totally had the hotts for Robin. Pfft.

I also need to finish Merlin, because I finished the first season for the second time, and now I need to watch the second one.

Wow. People. Don't do this. Its not good. Its like Obsession phases that only last a little while, and then they start overlapping, and then your whole life is a mess, and then all you can think about when anyone says or does anything is a Buffy/Merlin/Doctor Who/Robin Hood/Thats so Raven/Hannah Montana/Wizards of Waverly Place/Jonas/ Sponge bob episode where the same kind of thing happened (right before a mythical creature jumped through the wall. Srsly, it makes you kind of jumpy.)

Wait. Lamb? Like you ate some?

BTW peeps, I just finished the last City of Ember book. It was called the Diamond of Darkhold. Its by...some lady who I'm sure has a cool name, just no one can pronounce it.

Yeah it was OK. Super disappointing, but it was still a really good book, everyone should read it. after reading the first one. And the second one. And not the third one. No, you can read the third one, but its pretty dumb.

Yeah, amy you left your cellphone in my room. We were going to give it to Joseph to give to Angela when he went to watch Dexter and Diana and Shane's house, but he didn't come home after work to pick it up. Sorry.

Not really. I took a couple of pictures with it and changed the background. I was surprised to find that you hadn't changed it since that one time like five months ago when I changed it from a picture of me and you at Rock the Light to a picture of me with those broken sunglasses. You really don't use it much, do you?

-Michelle

The Most Awesome Trench Coat in the History of Trench Coats.

Is it worth it? Is it really? Should we save our pennies? Or would it not fit the style of any male members of our family? What can we do? I AM ASKING BECAUSE I MUST HAVE THIS COAT. OR TOUCH IT AT LEAST. Only my good sense tells me that it is pretty expensive. Oh dear.

There're some cheaper versions too. Choices, choices.

I also got caught up looking at David Tennant's trench coat. It is also delicious. Anyway. Speaking of coats, I wore mine today for the first time since like May. It was awesome. My only woe is that I left my gloves and things at home this week. Another thing I left at home was my cellphone. So if you hear the alarm going off at sometime in the morning, you can turn it off if you want. It's going to be hard to survive without it this week. I never really use it to call anyone, but it's my alarm and watch, and I use it sometimes if I'm trying to get out of an awkward situation. I'm good at extricating myself in order to make an "urgent" call.

Today I had a lamb experience. Remind me to never allow it to happen again.

-Amy Joy

P.S. I have the best Christmas ideas. Yours is going to be particularly fun. But I might withhold it until I see a birthday present. Not really though. I'm not that cruel. Usually.

Buffy?

WHOA. What is this book? I NEED IT.

So I been watching Buffy. What? Yeah, I'm watching something from the nineties. I keep on thinking, "what? they didn't have that back then!" because I never actually watch movies that are made in the nineties or anything, I just watch movies that are set back in the day, but then I'm like, "This is for real, man!...for real"

The talking is hard to deal with but the clothes are almost unbearable.

Michelle

Michael Buble is Officially Awesome

Yeah that's right.

0:25. Well, he was already awesome. But now he's more. The satire of it all is deliciously tangible.

I Have the Power to Save My Own Life

I can't believe I have to write a blog post to save my life, and I really can't believe that I'm actually caving to the pressure of guilt to make an effort to write a blog post and save my life.

That is indeed an awesome caption on an awesome picture. I am afraid that to top that awesome caption and awesome picture, I will have to search around for a while.

Totally be Justin Beiber for Halloween. Not only is Batman extremely ubiquitous on Halloween, he's also kind of boring by now. Justin Beiber is the new frontier. Besides, if you really want to, you can sing little bits of his songs to the people you're taking candy from.

Besides, if you really want to, you can sing little bits of his songs to the people from whom you're taking candy.

Sorry. I'm in an annoying phase where I always have to obsessively correct myself whenever I happen to utter a sentence with a preposition at the end of it. AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA-

Last night I watched a movie called Law Abiding Citizen. Don't ever watch it, because it was kind of gross and not really the sort of movie you like at all, but I thought it was pretty neat. It had Gerard Butler, but he wasn't swoony because he didn't have his accent. He's absolutely non-swoony without his accent. He was the bad guy, too, and not really the cool kind of bad guy. It also had Jamie Foxx. I always get a kick out of seeing movies starring singers who do acting on the side. Provided they're passable actors, that is. Jamie Foxx is pretty cool as an actor. Can't say I like his music though. Except Gold Digger, even though he was only in the background doing Ray Charles impressions the whole time. I have an unhealthy obsession with the awesomeness of that song.

There's a girl in my sewing class who looks like Uhura. I should ask her to say that line sometime, just for the lulz.

"I'll be monitoring your frequencies."

I dub this: Best Captioned Picture EVER.

Anywho, about the title -
HA

Bet you forgot that line, eh?

Yeah, we watched Star Trek last night.

I just found out that mom calls Star Trek, Star Track. Thats so wrong, especially since she's been a fan since she was like born.

So. Halloween.

Batman or Justin Bieber? I'm in a real bind.

So heres what I don't really like: Cold weather and school.

Here's what I really do like: Eloise and sharpies.

I decided every time I say I don't like something I have to say something that I do like too, so Karma doesn't do anything bad to me.

Oh dang! I just got bitten by a snake.

Haha JK.

-Michelle

P.S. If you don't write a post I will eat up your lap top while you sleep and assimilate it into my organs, and become a highly intelligent robot, like it I,Robot, and everyone will die.

If you write a post after all of that happens, the effects of Not-Written-A-Post-Fast-Enough will not reverse. Thank you.

Jell-O

I said to my mother, "Can you buy some Kool-aid, so I can dye my hair for this halloween thing friday?"

And she told me, "Yes, I can."

I waited patiently.

She got home and I asked, "Did you get some Kool-aid?"

"Yes!"

So I look in the grocery bags.

And all I find is Jell-O.

"Mom, this is Jell-O"

"Oh, I'm sorry."

So I look on line if its possible to dye hair with Jell-O (Dark Cherry) and there were all these different people saying different ways, so I was like, I'll do this way with water and conditioner.

So I did. But it turned out to be sweetened, so its rather sticky.

I hope it works.

"THE TURKEY'S DONE, AND SO ARE WE!"

OOOOoh Sonny with a chance, how I love you.

Oh Sterling Knight, how I love you.

Oh Hannah Montana (show) how I love you.

Oh Wizards of Waverly place, how I love you.

Oh Thats so Raven, how I love you.

Oh Jonas LA, how I love you.

Oh Disney, how I love you.

And sometimes hate you.

But mostly I just think you're really cool.

Merlin Berlin.

HAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHA

Claaaassic Kristin stuff right there.

Amy.

So I'm in this lit. class, right? and we are reading The Story of King Arthur. I like it. It made me want to start watching Merlin again, so thats what I'm doing, and I'm almost finished with the first season. Its so good.

But MAAAAAN it is so different from the book. I'm not saying that the book we are reading is like, the right one, or anything, because its just legend, but It seems to be a bit more accurate than whatever Merlin is trying to pull off.

Heres the general storyline of Merlin. (both seasons)

The Characters:

Merlin is magical, Uther is a hater, Arthur is a tool, Morgana surprises us every episode, and Gwen knows how to speak her mind, even if she kind of takes it back after she does.

Heres how every episode works.

Arthur/Morgana gets in trouble in some way (usually Arthur, and it usually has something to do with Merlin, because hes got this guilty conscious thing goin' on.)

Merlin has an idea

Gaius finds out somehow

Tells him not to, because the king will prob. behead him if it happens again.

He does it anyway

He saves the day

he can't tell Arthur hes magic, so he makes up a story, or makes it look like someone else did it, or makes it look like Arthur did it.

Gaius is the only one who knew and he doesn't do a very good job of praising Merlin at the end of every episode.

The end.

and I LOVE IT.

Other than that, theres not really that much stuff happening, except....I'M DANCING TO THE THRILLER THIS FRIDAY AT A HAUNTED HOUSE IN KC WITH A REALLY COOL DANCE GROUP AND I'M WEARING A REALLY COOL DRESS, AND ITS GONNA BE AWESOME!

Yeah.

It's Too Late For Me

The mutation is nearly complete. I'm too far gone. I can't read anything that is even remorelty grammatically incorrect without turning into ENGLISH TUTOR RAGE MACHINE and chopping people into nice linear pieces that I can sadistically arrange into correct, if slightly messy, sentences.

In other news, it's my birthday.Precisely nine people have said happy birthday to me in person today. You are not one of those people. No hard feelings, though. I expect a big present.

I know that sometimes I used to write, like, reviews of books on here, but I haven't really been reading any good books lately. Because all the books I've been reading are for school. Like I'm Not A Racist, But... by some guy named Leonard something, which reads like a twenty page paper that some guy decided to beef up into a book by adding several long words in indecipherable strings so that by the end of his convoluted, run-on sentences, you're completely lost and it takes about two more minutes after that to realise that with all those words, all he was really doing was restating the idea he already stated in the previous paragraph. It's dumb and I don't recommend it.

I finished my pencil skirt this week and I need some help figuring out where I'm ever going to wear it. What occasion would call for me to look like a sexy office aide who doesn't actually do anything but strut around in heels and look good? The answer is that there is no occasion for it. Therefore I'm afraid my racy houndstooth attire will have to hang in the closet for the rest of eternity. It's sad, really. I would have like to have made something, for once, that I would actually wear. Ah well.

-Amy Joy

ToomanyWINS

So you know how the blog is called Twins:Everyday Thoughts of Grandeur? Well, I was thinking its kind of a long name, we should just make like an acronym.

So I was like, T is for Toomany, W is for wins, and then I couldn't think of the rest, and then I realized, twins without the t spells wins!ToomanyWINS!

Or if we didn't want to do that, the I could stand for In and the N for notenough (Yeah, I know thats two words. Get a life. If all you can ever do is find grammar mistakes than you better stop reading) and the S could stand for...Space!

Toomany Wins In Notenough Space!

HAHAHAHAHAHA

I'm awesome.

Read, Writing, and other things I'm putting off

Dear Amsers

Actually, for once, I didn't put of the writing that we had to do for Lit. class. We read half of Beowulf and we had an assignment to take a part of the reading and make it into something else. Like a rap or a limerick, or a rhyme, or something.

So last week we were supposed to memorize a part that we liked, so I did, here it is.

We have gone though with a glorious endevour

And been much favored in this fight we dared

against the unknown. Nevertheless

Had you been there and seen the monster himself

where he lay beaten, I would have been better pleased.

My plan was to pounce, pin him down,

in a tight grip and grapple him to death

have him panting for his life, powerless and clasped

in my bare hands, his body in thrall.

Yet I could not keep hold of him

The Lord allowed it, my lock on him

was not strong enough, he struggled fiercely,

and broke and ran. Yet he bought his freedom

at a high price, he left his arm

and hand and shoulder, to show he had been there

a cold comfort for having him among us.

And now his time on this earth is not long,

he has done his worst and the wound will end him

he is hasped and hooped and hirpling with pain.

limped and looped in it, like a man outlawed

for wickedness, he will await

the mighty judgement of God in majesty.

Yes. Pretty cool, huh? Yeah, well I took that for this weeks assignment and I made it into a series of haiku's. Yeah, and it only took me ten minutes! I feel like a proud mother.

"We dared to fight him

Terrible unknown monster

though small chance we had

I had a good plan,

I wish you saw, yourself

The monster, beaten.

I wanted to pounce,

I wanted to pin him down,

to grip and grapple

Alas he escaped,

It was the Lords divine will

He escaped and ran

For he left behind

his arm, his hand and shoulder

a mighty trophy

The wound will end him,

he won't be long in this earth

he is in much pain

like a man outlawed

he will await God's judgement

at the end of time.

The end.

Tadaa!

So Amy, speaking of things I've been putting off, I have to make this costume for next Fridays thriller thing. I have to make it TERRIBLE and I'm having a hard time thinking of ways to do that. I was thinking of getting a tire and covering it in paint and rolling it over the front of the dress to make it look like I was run over. I'm going to use that black dress that is really old and torn up. The one that is like from the forties? Yeah. I'm going to rip it a bit more and maybe get some fake cobwebs and get some red and brown paint on it.

I dunno, can you give me some ideas?

You won't be able to help me when you get home, because I'm leaving at four to go to a four to seven practice on Friday and I have to bring the dress and show them.

I'll Marry Whomever You Want Me To Marry

...not. But if he has a Pie Time, and if he's good at puns on the fly, then that all works in his favour. However, ever since Isabella's series of nacho jokes, I will never love a man who uses 'nacho' in a pun. That's just the way it has to be.

I've decided that the thing I hate the most in the world is a zipper that needs to be sewn to a garment. I hate zippers with every fibre of my being. They're ugly, they're loud, they get jammed, and above all, they're impossible to sew on correctly. And when you think you've finally got it right, the teacher comes along, looks at your zipper, makes a face, and tells you (mincing no discouraging words) that you're going to have to rip out this zipper and do it again, because this one is wrong.

Sigh.

Monday is Labor Day (or No Labor Day, as I like to call it. Or No School Day). I am excited. You know what I'm also excited about? This weather. It's awesome. The rainy wet dreariness gives me little warm fuzzies of happiness. But that is nothing compared to how excited I am for my first payday, which I found out just so happens to fall on my birthday. A few hundred dollars to pull me out of my debilitating state of negative monies will be the best birthday present ever. But don't let that make you feel like you don't have to get me a present. Because you do.

I have to go to work now. Since it's so dreary outside I feel like knitting. I wonder if anyone will think I'm weird if I bring knitting to work. Definitely yes. The needles probably count as a deadly object anyway. They might not even let me carry them inside. Maybe I'd be better off crocheting.

-Amy Joy

MLIA

Is your life average or awesome?

Here are some MLIA posts to cheer you up, Amy. With my thoughts under in parenthasis.

Today, my friend was singing an old song that used to be my favourite song. Turns out the first line of the song is, "90 miles outside Chicago" not, "Mighty mouse outside my window". Whoops. I never thought it made much sense. MLIA.

(goodness. That kind of thing has happened to me WAY too much.)

Today, I saw a fat man exercising. I felt so happy. Then I realized he was just running to the hot dog stand across the street from the park. MLIA

(Hahahahaha)

A few days ago I was walking through this big field and out of nowhere a guy in a tuxedo dropped down in a parachute. He got up, detached the parachute, looked at me, and ran into the woods. I kept the parachute. MLIA

(this needs to happen to me)

Today, I began pouring myself a glass of water. The cup was up side down. MLIA

I woke up thinking it was Thursday, then I realized it's Wednesday. It's Tuesday MLIA

Today, I discovered something. If you type in "Epic Box" in Google and click "I'm Feeling Lucky", you'll understand why Google definitely won the Google v. Yahoo war. MLIA

(do this. Make sure you have about an hour to waste.)

Today, I was reading a diary that I wrote in when I was a little kid. I read an entry about how I went to Rome and met the Pope. This did not happen. I lied to my own diary. MLIA

(sometimes I do that because I feel guilty that my life is so boring.)

Today I read a story about someone pouring in the milk before the cereal and feeling odd. I've been pouring in my milk before my cereal for as long as I can remember. Now I just feel self conscious.. MLIA

(Wow. Thats just wrong.)

Today I saw an ad for a pill to help you swallow pills. MLIA

(you need one of those.)

Today, I went to Toys R Us. As soon as I walked in, I saw these two gangster looking people holding Lotso from Toy Story 3. They were sniffing it and exclaiming, "Dude, this one's the bad dude!" My stereotypes have just flown out of the window. MLIA.

Today, I was looking through old tests I've taken (I keep all my tests because...I don't know...) and saw one where I didn't know the answer. In the empty space, I drew an angry face on a muffin and wrote "muffin disapproves". I then looked at the top of the paper to realize I had gotten a 100%. MLIA.

(I dare you to do that sometime.)

The other day, I had a dream in which I woke up tied to a chair in the shrieking shack. Voldemort came up to me and asked where "it" was. I thought it was the Harry Potter prophecy and refused to give it up. Voldemort then proceeded to go look into my bag and bring out something. He then proceeds to wave my ipod in my face, do a little a victory dance, and leave. I'm still pretty confused. MLIA

(Whoa, crazy vision of voldemort doing a victory dance...ha.haha.)

Today, I read a MLIA post about how "Yeah" is the same upside-down, after that I lifted my laptop and turned it upside-down to see if it was true. People stared. MLIA

(AWESOME! kind of like how you can type shoes upside down on your calculator.)

Today, I was at my community college in the lobby/sitting area. this guy was sitting next to me and I didn't have a watch, so I asked him what time it was. He looks at his watch, freaks out, looks in his backpack, and pulls out a piece of pie, while he yelled "pie time!". Oh how I love my college. MLIA

(Community college? recipe for awesome. You must marry a man like this.)

Today, I told cleverbot to tell me a story. It came out with: "Once, there was a sausage called dave. He was a happy sausage. One day, someone ate him. The end." Poor dave. MLIA

(Poor dave. YUMMY SAUSAGE!)

Today, I blew a speaker in my car jamming to Mozart's Requiem. Yes, MLIA.

today i found a cat in my bathtub. it's not even mine. MLIA

(Yeah, cats can do cool stuff like that.)

Today i was in a book store, i walked into an isle with a really cute guy. The weird thing was, he looked around suspiciously, picked up a book, smelled the book, then he licked it. I just backed away slowly. MLIA

(She knows what to do in terribly awkward situations.)

Today, I tripped walking down the hall in my house. While on the ground, I noticed my braces were caught on the carpet. I had to wait there for 2 hours because I was home alone and I needed someone to cut me loose. MLIA.

Today, I was at the movies walking down an aisle to my seat. On the way, I accidentally stepped in a man's nachos. I said, "oops, i'm sorry" then he replied, "It's nacho fault!" That easily made my day. MLIA

(You must also marry a man like this.)

oday I went down stairs for a pencil and came back up stairs with a piece of chocolate cake ...but im ok with that MLIA

(STORY. OF. MY. LIFE.)

Today, a stranger on the elevator sneezed. She said thank you before I said bless you. It was awkward. MLIA

Today, I put my arm on the back of an unoccupied chair. I felt like I was trying to hit on someone. It was awkward. MLIA

Hope you liked! -michelle

I sing just like Aretha

Amy.

What, doing things that might make you more embarrassed is the only way to stop being so self conscious. Like, listening to your ipod in the hallways and dancing, or dropping your bag and doing a cartwheel. Yeah. If you do care about everything so much and you get stressed, bad things are bound to happen. If you don't care what happens and you are there for a fun time, then good things will happen.

I'm learning a new move. Its awesome.

Also, I will give you some sweet drawings that I have drawn. Every night before I go to bed I draw at least one picture while listening to music. The music kind of inspires me.

Music does awesome stuff like that sometimes.

Amy.

Isn't this comic awesome? I love it.

Speaking of music, yesterday I got on grooveshark and tried to get the whole Step Up 3D soundtrack. It was a little frustrating because,

1. I couldn't find that song that Moose and Camille dance too.

2. They only had the songs, not the remixed/DJed/awesome versions that are on the movie.

But I did get a couple cool songs, and I spent the afternoon doing back bends and handsprings and pike rolls and this cool move where you lean back, and your feet go upside down and you slowly lean back and back until your upper back touches the floor, then your knees. And if you're really good, you'll get almost down, and then come back up. But that would be hard. Its hard and I got lots of headaches from collapsing in the middle and falling down and almost getting the wind knocked out of me.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2IjRoxGnezE Its the move he does 00:35-00:37 Pretty sweet, huh?

Have a good day,

-Michelle

I Forgot About Sleeping So I'm Posting Instead

Dear Michelle,

Here's what happens when school starts: I forget everything cool about school and remember all the things about it that squicked me out.

Here's another thing that happens when school starts: I remember all my most embarrassing moments, which incidentally all happened at school. And then I proceed to have more.

It's a vicious cycle.

I've found that the only way to (temporarily) forget those really red-faced moments where I say exactly the wrong thing or where my skirt gets caught in my underwear or I yell out the wrong note or I spill my tea all over the table in French or... yeah, the only way to forget it is to go home with the radio on full blast, hoping that B.o.B. comes on before I get to Mor Mor's so I can yell about kicking it like Adidas (stick it like adhesive). It helps. Seriously.

However, when there's no way to escape it, I doodle. This morning at work after spending a fruitless fifteen minutes trying to get my point across to a poor Iranian guy who didn't really get what I was saying at all, I drew a mutant Pacman monster rampaging a city and eating cars. It felt good.

-Amy Joy

P.S. Your philosophical explorations of the nature of peer influence were most enlightening. I'm a hopeless conformer. I ought to break out into dance in the hallways someday. The only thing stopping me is the fear that I'll inadvertently add to my ever-growing tally of most crushingly embarrassing mistakes I've ever made.

-Amy Joy

P.P.S. Blogspot is screwing up my formatting. Drat.

Not Another Like Me

I kind of feel like this is the story of my life.

You know how when you are little you want to be just like everyone else, you want to be cool? Well, when you grow up, I guess sometimes you do end up being cool like everyone else, liking what everyone else likes and wearing what everyone else wears. Its not like peer pressure, its like conformity. You do/wear/listen to whats cool for people your age, and you fit in. But when I turned 13, that idea really changed for me, and I started listening to different music that my friends, (in reality, I listened to the music my friends listened to when they were 11 when I was like 7, and then I started listening to other music because thats what my family did, and then when I turned like 11, I started listening to what my friends were listening to, and then I turned 13), wearing different clothes and doing different things.

It was like everything that everyone else did was suddenly not the cool thing to do for me, and I didn't care about what was the cool thing, because I wanted to make a statement and do what I wanted.

Sometimes when one of my friends asks me if I like a song and I say no, they ask me why.

Why? I don't know, because I just don't like it. Why do you like it?

Why do you do what everyone else does, when you can have a more fun time listening to what you enjoy, and wearing what makes you feel good? Because you want to be cool in their eyes? Why do you want to be cool to someone whos definition of cool is different than yours?

Why would you ever what to be the same when you can be different and stand out?

I guess why I'm saying this is because I've been thinking about dance a lot, and people who dance.

Dance is the most diverse group in the whole world, closely followed by singers.

The reason singers aren't as crazy different from each other is because, apart from opera, yodeling and serious rap business, most singers can sing both extremes.

But with dancing, a ballet dancer can't break dance, and a street dancer can't just ballroom dance. (unless they are Moose.)

Dancing is amazing, and dancers aren't afraid to be themselves, and I LOVE it.

Its so funny, when you walk into my drama place, (which specializes in dance), you can tell who are the ballet dancers, and who are the modern/jazz dancers.

The ballet dancers often wear tutus and white or black soffee shorts, and just shirts. They all have their hair up in a pony tail and rarely wear make up.

The Jazz/modern dancers wear either (a) gold spandex shorts with black tights (b), bright blue soffee shorts and purple tights (c) or those bright pink shorts that say DANCE on the back, with any color tights, just as long as they are colorful. On top they usually are wearing either (a) just a really colorful t shirt (b) a ripped/big shirt with a tank top under. Their hair is awesome, and they are pro's with the eye make up, and their nails are constantly colored. Usually sparkly pink or blue.

And I love them. So much.

I watched Step Up 3D if you were wondering.

Pen Pal

Remember back in the day when people would sign up at those pen pal places, and they would get a pen pal in some other country?

That is like the coolest idea EVER.

So like, this blog is going to be come like a place where I post letters to Amy so she can read them about all the awesome stuff that is happening around here.

Amy. I am going to give you a comic every once and a while to make you laugh. Not today, but maybe tomorrow.

Also, the building that they are building is starting to look like a building. A really cool building. A building with concrete, on Friday. I'm super excited, I'm gonna watch it go down from the roof outside my window, which has a perfect view of the whole thing.

I'm doing pretty terrible in Biology, and so, I came up with a really brilliant idea (beside the idea of making a rap about the periodic table so I can remember it), and the idea is....studying. I've never studied before, but I think getting an F or something on one of the tests kind of calls for it, don't you?

Amy, that list you gave me of things to do when I'm bored? Yeah, its awesome. I'm going to post a picture of the picture I made of me, or maybe you will just see it this weekend. I've been drawing a lot, and I made a couple of my own comics and they rock.

I had my second drama class, and we did blocking. Blocking is where, instead of sitting around and reading your lines, you stand up and move around and do all the stuff you are supposed to do in the play. Next week we are going to learn a monster mash dance.

Wow, grooveshark? coolest. Place. EVER.

Isabel came over, and guess what? She can read. Pretty cool, considering she's only a year and a half.

Yeah thats all for now, and hopefully I will see you tomorrow or something.

Thoughts on Moving

Click on the picture to see it in all it's goodness.

I thought it would be a breeze living up here, practically like living with my immediate family, but what is really is is lonely. There’s nobody here half the time and I hardly know what to do with myself when I’m not at school besides drink tea and read lots of Chaim Potok. It’s a pretty big adjustment to go from living with five to seven other people to just living with myself, Mor Mor, and Angela.

But hey, I’ll adjust eventually. I’ve got a structured schedule, which is good, and now that my free time is more structured, I have more of a chance to pursue some serious hobbies like writing, sewing, and other such things to my heart’s content. Besides, Mor Mor's got a Steinway. How can I feel morose around a Steinway?

So I feel good about it, in the end. Really.

At least I'm making friends at school. For once.

-Amy Joy

Color

BLAAAAH yellow. Yeah.

A while ago (like three years) I made a little diagram thing of colors. It wasn't necessarily a diagram of the names of when the colors were combined, because obviously, when red and yellow are combined they make orange, not rellow. but it was more like, when you see two colors next to eachother, instead of bothering with saying both, just say them together.

here is a key for future reference.

Orange and Yellow = Orellow

Blue and Orange = Blorange (my personal favorite)

Purple and Yellow =Purpellow

Red and Blue = Bled

Red and Green = Reen

Red and Yellow = Rellow

Blue and Purple = Blurple

Blue and Pink = Blink

Red and Orange = Rorange

Red and Pink = Rink

Red and Purple = Rurple

Green and Blue = Grue

Green and Orange = Oreen

Green and Yellow = Grellow

Green and Pink = Grink

Green and Purple = Grurple

Blue and Yellow = Blellow

Orange and Pink = Orink

Orange and Purple = Plorange

Yellow and Pink = Yink

Pink and Purple = Pinkle

You're set!

-Michelle

Whats cool to a six year old

I don't know what you thought was cool as a six year old, but what I thought was cool was pretty much everything that I don't care about now, with a few exceptions like,

1. Stickers,

2. Getting on the roof.

3. coloring books

4. marker boards

5. If I knew about bakugans back then, I would have been crazy about them, and I still am.

I thought it was so awesome that we had a motion sensing light outside our back door.

* playing german spotlight (which we often did, with many people)* we run past and the light turns on, "Yeah, its motion sensing," I whisper, because the other person is like freaking out that this light turned on just as we ran past.

I thought it was cool that we had two encyclopedia sets and I would look at the pictures all the time.

That was back when I thought the internet was dumb and said I would never use it...and look at me now....

That was also when we had dial up internet, and if we still had that, I probably wouldn't use it.

I thought it was all that to write my name in big cursive. Ha.

I thought it was really cool to draw ballerinas. Mainly because I thought I was going to grow up to be one because, A. I was flexible, (but really it was just because I was a little kid and all little kids are) and B. Because I couldn't think of anything else that girls grew up to do. (and all guys grew up to be construction workers. Sometimes I thought about how it might be cool to be a guy because guys don't have babies, and then I would think, 'no, I would rather have a baby than work outside in the heat all day.' Yeah.)

I thought that Honey I Shrunk The Kids was an amazing movie because it was really realistic, (like, what?) and because I liked the thought of being that small and exploring that grass and everything.

I often thought about wanting to be really small. I would get play mobiles, and GI-Joe's (which I thought were really cool, because my brothers name was Joe) and polly pockets and go to the stairs and have them try for hours to get down or up the stairs, because they were so small. It was a big deal for them to travel around the house, especially up and down the stairs, and you wouldn't believe the string technology they came up with to avoid the stairs. Man, I was a genius kid.

What did you people think was totally the bomb as a little kid?

On other things that are happening, I moved into angelas room, and its SWEEEEEEET and then I got a desk and stuff.

I started reading I, robot today and so far its really good, so I'm gonna get back to that.

By the way, Blogspot is no longer blocked on the laptop, so I may make some sort of schedule for posts.

BLOG POST TIIIIIIIIME

So does anyone else get that blues clues song stuck in their head, the "mail time" song? I haven't played that Blues Clues game in yeeears (yeah, I played the game instead of watched the show because I was a constructive kid.) and I still get that song in my head when I say "Its (something) time!" In this case, blog post time.

So my first drama class was supposed to be today.

Drama at Danna's.

Donna's Doorway to Dance and Drama.

And then mom magically found our beauty and the Beast tickets at starlight. WHAT? I didn't even know about that! So I was all torn, once again, (last time when we were going to a Starlight show, Dreamgirls, it was the night of the awards ceremony. I would have missed so many things to go to the award ceremony, but it had to be the night that we went to starlight with all four of my sisters and my mom, how much does that happen? never.) and then mom called the dance place to see if it would be that terrible if I didn't make it to the first class, and here's what Donna said, that dear.

"Oh not to worry, not to worry, three other girls couldn't make it, so you know what, I'm just gonna cancel this first class and start up next week. Make sure to have fun at Starlight and don't forget to bring water because its going to be hot, hot, hot."

I don't know if she said hot three times, but I kind of imagine her as a nanny from Eloise character (If you don't know who that is you must start reading the Eloise books right now, now now) and nanny always says things three times instead of saying "very hot" or "Incredibly hot" or even "unbearably hot."

So I'm off to Starlight now, to have a Beautiful time.

....see what I did there? We're going to Beauty and the Beast so I said we'd be having a beautiful...time...Yeah.

-Michelle

So I was getting bored with facebook, (again) and I decided to open a new tab and see what I could do, and I saw (google chrome has picture/links to all of the sites you go to the most when you open a new tab), to my surprise, a link to a blog that was called, Twins: Everyday Thoughts of Grandeur, and I saw a picture of myself on the blog. How strange, I don't remember having a blog.

So I clicked on the link and I came to this blog and turns out that, long ago, it was my blog, and I talked about all sorts of mundane things with my sister, Amy, like swimming and reading books and my obsessions and things.

I guess I should catch you up on the going's on.

WHELL. Angela came home and Kristin and Andrew are here, so its like one big party all the time, then we went on the canoe trip, which was much fun business, and then I started school.

This is isn't the kind of school where its like, do some light school in the morning and then party the rest of the day with all the party makers, this is business. Serious, serious, business.

Its my first year of highschool, and its also my first year of cyber school, and it is craaazy time consuming and hard. And its even harder when there are all these party people in the house all the time.

But on the up side I found my spongebob coloring book, so its all good.

Catch you lata, doods.

-Michelle

Canoe Trippin'

A few days ago I read this book called Cold Sassy Tree by a lady named Olive Ann Burns. I'd heard, sometime in the distant past, that it was good. And boy howdy, is it good. There's hardly even any plot, just a To Kill A Mockingbird-esque narration of what it was like to live in small-town America in the early 20th century. I'm not usually a fan of first-person narration, but Will Tweedy's point of view is frank, honest, funny, and fraught with age-appropriate grammatical mistakes. It was good.

We just went on a canoe trip. Got back yesterday. It was awesome, and good memories were goodly made. But now that we're home again, I'm pretty much over vacation. It was pretty good for the first three-quarters, but now I'm aching for some structure. Sitting around all day drinking tea and trying to write isn't good for my productivity. This semester is going to be crazy, with school and new job and NaNoWriMo and going to Texas and everything, and I'm kind of freaking out about it. But I'm still excited to get started. Being busier than I ever have been before in my life is probably better than sitting around for hours wondering what flavour of Jolly Rancher I want to eat next, and questioning whether I have enough energy to get up to fetch it.

Yeah.

-Amy