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