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