Psycho Kaitlyn

Usually, after about two weeks of not doing any blog posts, I would have something interesting to blog about, and today -

Is no exception!

I would like to tell you about Kaitlyn, my friend, who I recently found is psychic and has been making me do things I can't remember doing.

I found out when I posted on facebook that I had a "Sea of Monsters book shaped hole in my heart" (Sea of Monsters is the second Percy Jackson book. If you haven't read it, do it now) because I couldn't find my book and I wanted to read it.

So Kaitlyn comments and says, I'm sorry that you noticed, I stole it from you because I couldn't find it anywhere else, like the library.

How odd, I haven't seen Kaitlyn in a long time!

So I open a chat with her and after about thirty seconds, what I thought had been amnesic memory loss was actually some kind of mind manipulation!

I've been stealing things and finding things, breaking things and killing things, all by her bidding!

Turns out I found a labyrinth under some sink at school and I awoke a terrible beast and it is pillaging the students!

I've never felt so terrible and guilty!

Luckily the swooniest kid named (Aaah rack the brains!) ...Harris Peterson (friend of my brother, Robsid Woozlid) saved me AND the school!

Thanks to Psychic Kaitlyn, Harris Peterson has finally noticed me. * siiiiiiighhh*

Haiku Kung Fu

Recently, my amazing friend Kaitlyn told me about a contest sort of thing that they are having on a site, where people are to submit haiku's about Doctor Who and they would get $50 worth of merchandise on the site.

So when I opened the chat with her on facebook, after screaming for a couple of minutes about how Rachel is going to be 15 on Monday, she told me about the haiku thing and we both started sharing ones that we made up on the spot.

Heres how it went. Kaitlyn would think for a long time of one, and it would be amazing, and pretty much sum up the whole show, and then I would think for like two seconds and have a really stupid one that hardly even had anything to do with Doctor Who.

These first two are Kaitlyn's:

I, into TARDIS,
Burn through space and time.
Crap, Daleks - Again.

Police of space,
The Shadow Proclamation
Ro-jo Kum ro-mo.

Then I made one really quick,

Let me travel too

Through time and space we travel

Forever by you

Then another one...

Always running fast

He'll think of something to do

As they attack us

Then I made haiku's about haiku's about Doctor Who

I love them so much

I do them every day

...Doctor Who owns you

And another one about just Doctor Who,

He fly with him now

He will till the very end

TARDIS is too cool

Then I just started making haiku's about anything that worked...
Doctor Who for you

A flavor of Ice cream too

Ownage is too cool

Then Kaitlyn came up with another brilliant one...

Pin-striped suit, no name
Blue box, an unearthly wind.
Children of earth, cry.

Then I got a little obsessed with the concept of haiku's...

I try to make cool

It isn't working well now

What the heck get out

Then I made one for Kaitlyn,

Kaitlyn is so cool

She is totally the bomb

I love you to bits.

And another one of Kaitlyn's:

Metacrisis, glow
DonnaDoctor, prophecied
Bad Wolf comes, always.

I want to see some of you guyses haiku's, so make one and comment, or comment anyway, =)

And the poll is done, and it has been determined that polls are awesome, because Michelle likes them.

Thanks, guys.

-Michelle

The Market

So as Amy said, the market starts on saturday!

So I've been going to the market since I was like five, and selling little plants to people.

Heres what its like to go to the market.

So we get up at four or so on saturday and we drive to Overland Park, which takes like an hour, then we have to set up, which takes about another hour, and it starts at about six (it may start at seven and we may get up at five... Details details, who cares.) Then we sit around in the cold shadow on our little lawn chairs and freeze our little back sides off and watch the people with the coffee and breakfast stuff put up their little tenty thing. (somehow, people that are grandfathered in thing they can get there late and set up late. DUUUUMB) and so then we go over and get a blueberry muffin and some delicious hotchocolate, and we wait for the people to come.

Mostly the people that used to come to the market were old people and runners, who come at six in the morning to check things out.

Now its oldER people (because all the senor citizens have been a groooown up in the last five years) More runners, and those really in shape newly wed/mother of a nine and five yearold people come who are real complete organic freaks.

So no about, these old ladies will buy five pots, instead of six, because there is totally a cool deal when you get six, and so they will buy five, and they will give you like, a fifty, and you are like, what the heck, I've never even hardly touched a fifty dollar bill before, and they will be all, " So how much is this?" and I will tell them, and then I will have to stuggle for about three minutes or more while I try to take some weird number out of a fifty, and they will be smiling and nodding this whole time because they are old and they know how to do that kind of stuff quick, and they will be like, "And a dime, honey, and then a quarter.... now put the paper money on my hand and count back, then the cents." and I'm practically grinding my teeth, here, and then, out of the blue, your mother or father comes to save you!!!

On a good day. sometimes they don't come, and you have to count back from infinity to the little old lady with the walker that has a grocery bag holder in it.

Then you sell a lot of stuff, and get some yummer watermelons and stuff, and then you go home at about one, and crash on the couch. Crash. I'm not joking.

So be glad you don't have to get up at 4 this saturday, and sympathize with Amy.

I'll be happily in bed until about ten or so....

Eat A Lemon,

-Michelle

Our Love Affair is One of Passion

The phrase "Our Love Affair is One of Passion" may catch the eye, but is it really the best tagline to put on a paper Roasterie cup? Wine's supposed to be the sensual beverage here, guys, not coffee.

However, the coffee in the cup is delicious. My love affair is one of MMM GOOD.

So I logged into our blog today and found that in my absence, many things had changed. For instance, the other half of this twinsaurus is too budget-conscious to send invitations in the mail. I mean, what's up with that? Plus, polls? Facebook tidbits? I didn't even know that stuff was possible!

Anyway. Now that spring is here in earnest, I have searched my drawers and, besides finding a lot of clothes to take to Diana's clothing exchange in a few weeks, I was horrified to realise that I don't own a single pair of shorts that are suitable for anything besides sleeping in. (Question: When in reference to a single item that can be referred to as a "pair", like pants, underwear, or glasses, is it proper to say "single pair"? This is important. Seriously.) Back on topic. So I took out all my jeans and a few other sundry trousers, and I cut a couple of them off. Usually the prospect of cutting up my own clothing terrifies me (I'm really pretty bad at altering clothes), but this was an emergency. Now I'm set for any warm weather that may arrive.

This Saturday, the market starts up again, and I'm going to be heading up the operation with Daniel. Besides being terrified because I have no idea how to do anything retail-related besides smile and nod, I'm going to try not to panic when I pick out all the herbs to take. Do I have too much rosemary? What if I run out of basil? What if I freeze up halfway through a transaction (totally happened before)? Stuff like that. Hopefully all will be well after the first Saturday has been got past.

Life News posts like this can be pretty boring. I tried to add a picture to make it more fun, but school computers are lame and it wouldn't let me. Instead, I will link! http://www.harkavagrant.com/index.php?id=157

But I am so bored.

-Amy

Its time to forget

So you remember that one time I said that I was going to try to write at least 25 pages of a play/script? Well, you have two choices, you can (1) choose to forget that I ever said that or (2) start thinking about it a lot, so that it may have the effect of saying "I believe in fairies, I do, I do" on Peter Pan, except you would be saying something more along the lines of writing a long play/script in half a month.

Preferably you choose option one, because I really don't want to work that hard, but its up to you.

No pressure.

Wedding Invitations (formally)

You and all yo peeps are invited to the union of Michelle Sullivan (no hints on the middle name, I mean, it IS the internet) And Blogger: Twinsaurus, given by their parents, Mr. & Mrs. Sullivan and Mr. And Mrs. Blogger, at Blogger: Twinsaurus's home, (which doubles as anything you want, and now, its a church. Thats right) on the twentieth of May two thousand and ten (we will have two years together before Y2K12, for rizzle)

COME ONE COME ALLLLL

And don't forget to bring us presents.

The Wedding Colors Are Green and Pink

It just so happens that I am in love with this blog, and it happened to propose to me last Saturday.

Anyone who wants to join this cyber wedding can, you are all invited.

Its may 20th 2010.

The colors are green and pink, if thats what y'all want to wear, and if you choose to buy us a present then thats cool too.

We're registered at Gap, American Eagle, and the Crayola store.

The wedding party consists of: Amy, Facebook, Gmail, LOLcats, poke the penguin, and Blogs in General.

The invitees are all of the followers.

The best thing about this cyber wedding is, if you can't really miss it!

You'll be stuck reading about it! But don't worry, it will be beautiful.

Eat a Lemon

-Michelle