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

Blogger Depression.

This is where I pretend like I'm not hurt by the fact that I only have four followers, but I'm really hoping that you all get the hint and sympathize.

I was gonna do a real post about that, but then I decided I would just sum up the post to save you a lot of time reading about how terrible my life is. Plus, you probably wouldn't have gotten the hint that way, and then you would just think I'm a dramatic teenager. More dramatic that you know I already am.

Anywho, I guess you could say that I miss the second half of me.

(Yeah, why does everyone think when I say that that I mean a significant other? I don't! I mean my twin! OK?)

I also miss my sister. The one that haven't seen for seven months.

Yeah, the one that I forgot what she looks like,

or what her voice sounds like not on the phone,

or how tall she is, or what her hair looks like, or what color her eyes are, (Brown? No...Green? No...Red?...I think I would have remembered if they were red..)

or what it was like to get an older sibling bossing me around. That really, never happens. Except for when Kristen tells me to move so she can sit next to her newlywed husband,

or her scre-- oh never mind. I still remember what her scream sounds like. From back in the day when Diana would chase her around the house....

Can't wait until they get back.

-michelle

Hello Hello!

WHEEEEELL. Its been, what, a month since we last posted? Well, I'll tell you why. Bsafe has blocked off another one of the computers, so now there are only two computers that we can write posts on and they are both dads computers (one is like not even a half a foot wide. So you see our problem.). Its like in those movies where you are being chased, and then you realize that they are slowly closing off all of your exits so that you will go where they want you to. The place where they draw and quarter you.

Anywho, another reason why we haven't gotten posting is because we have both been out of town. I went on a road trip with my father to Columbus OH! (I can't resist the exclamation mark. Ohio's abbreviation is just itching to be exclaimed.) to visit my sister and her husband, who I actually saw like two months ago. Whilst Amy went to France and the UK to visit our sister who has been gone for a year.

Sometimes I feel as though I am getting the shorter end of the stick, but maybe thats just my innards feeling like they need to complain about something, beside the fact that I swollowed a bit of blood and made them woozy.

Yes. This morning I woke up, my cheek covered in what I thought was drool, but actually turned out to be blood. I can't think of which is worse. But the blood was on my pillow, my sheet, my cheek, almost my eye, and my mouth was completely full. Weird? Well, not really, with braces. But heres the weirdest part, I feel great (or at least I did before I swallowed a bit of it) there is no cut in my mouth, there is no way that my cheek or gums or even my tongue bled that much, and even if they did, it would be sore, but its not. Weird? Yeah.

Anyway, Columbus. Its a pretty cool city. Big. Loud. Pretty. I think its safe to say that I like St. Louis better than Columbus, and I like Kansas City way better than both of them.

When we were in Columbus we went to the zoo, which is supposedly the best zoo in the United States. It was pretty cool. Way better than all the zooz (I know its spelled with an s, but it totally works with a z way better) I've ever been too. We saw a polar bear play around for a while. We were in this little glass thing that came out under the water, so the bear was above us, which was pretty cool.

There were also quite a few fish. Then the next day we went to this really big amusement park, and we went on a lot of really big really fun rides, and then it started raining. But not before I got to buy myself those cool bracelets. Yes. They are just too cool.

Then we drove back and we stayed in St. Louis for a night. We went up the arch, which was pretty cool. (and to all you Percy Jackson people, I cant remember if he fell, like out of the floor, or if he shot out the side. If he shot out the side it would be pretty easy to fall in the water, but only if he had amazing magical shotting powers. Like in the fourth book when he shoots out of that volcano. Theres no way he could have done it if he didn't have magical waterly powers.) The weirdest thing up there was that when you look down on one side, you could see the legs of the arch, like, the whole leg, not just one side. And then when you went down on the other side, and you looked down....you could see the legs of the arch... freaky.

But all in all I had a really fun time. Amy isn't back yet, not until Tuesday, so Imma gonna rock out the house while shes gone.

-Michelle