Yeah, forgetful like a fox.

Like a fox.

You know when someone says "You're crazy." Then someone else says, "Yeah, crazy like a fox." Wouldn't it be funny if instead of saying that someone was crazy like a fox you just said it about anything. For example: "You're tall!" "Yeah, tall like a fox." See how that works? Pretty sweet huh?

Colbie.

What kind of name if Colbie Caillat anyway? Is that made up? I don't know, all I know is that I can't stand her. If she was a robot, she'd be named Wall-a--- Wall-a Waillat. "Can you count me in?"? Does that even make any sense? If she was asking the instrumental section if she could sing with them, they should have said no.

Bach.

If I ever get a dog, which I won't, I would name him "Bach". People would think it was because I was really classy and think that I named if after the famous composer, but really it would just be because I wanted to say "Come BACH!"



Fat Chance.

When people say "Fat chance", I always think that it doesn't make sense. Wouldn't it be "thin chance". Because fat gives the impression that there is a lot of chance, while thin makes it sound like there isn't much chance. Unless it's just sarcasm... which it usually is.

Pop-ups.

There are pop ups are everywhere. They have even started to infiltrate youtube. I mean the actual little window that you are watching the video in. Honestly? If I go to youtube, it's usually to watch a video, and most likely I'm going to click out of the pop-up if there is one. It's just annoying, and then you ignore it anyway. Then on TV, have you seen the one's that take up like half the screen? I can't believe it. This post deserves an exclamation point. -- !

Moving.


As you may know I'm moving. To where, and when, the world may never know. Or you could just ask, but seeing as this is an open blog, I'm not going to be handing that information out like the neighbors parents hand out popsicles on a hot summer day.


Clean rooms.


Does it creep anyone else out when a hotel's sign says "clean rooms", or a gas station sign says "clean bathrooms. It's kind of like they're extra proud of that or something. I'm sorry, but I don't think that's something to be advertising. It's kind of like saying, "We just cleaned our bathrooms, so come quick before they get nasty again." Or like the attendant there is being forced to clean the bathroom all the time, so to get back at them they are only cleaning it so it looks clean, when really it's crawling with.... something really gross. And the only way I'll ever believe a hotel room is really clean is if I see them wiping the entire room down, which would all be tiled, and see the mattress and sheets brought in on a Sears truck.
Peeps.

This is is where I talk about my peeps... which happen to be rabbit shaped and coated in pink sugar. In the last 20 minutes I have eaten an entire package of peeps.... almost. I actually have two left. I feel sick. Not only my stomach, but I'm getting a sugar headache now too. They are just so good, and they just smoosh down so it's like they're not even there. But then you get sick and realize they were there. And the evidence is on your lips when you go to look in the mirror and your lips are pink. Which is actually kind of cool. It's like wearing lipstick without actually wearing lipstick. Cool huh?

Oh cool, I finally figured out the volume on this computer.




Charger.
So, we got to Seattle, or thereabouts, and I realized I didn't have my phone charger. Well my phone was already dead by the time I got there, so I just used my mom's phone. I had to go through a lot... well more trouble than usual getting some phone numbers, by way of Elizabeth, instead of just having them in my phone book. Anyway, after an entire week of having no phone and using my mom's phone for texting, which she doesn't have on her plan (I think I owe her a few bucks), I found my charger in the front of my suitcase. Now, when I actually use it again is a different story. I'm not really sure where my phone is right now.

I reallly did forgot my ipod charger in Colorado. So, for an entire flight, I did not have my ipod. I am very disappointed. The most annoying thing is that Hannah has one, and we stayed with them for a week and I still didn't charge it because I kept on forgetting to ask to borrow it. So now I have to beg Kelsey and Ben to PLEASE bring yours for my final flight... forever... or until this summer at least. Consider this me asking you guys, because I know I'll forget. Just like I forgot my...


Toothbrush.

Four times actually. I still can't believe it. Trust me, if you ever want to see your toothbrush again, don't entrust it to me. I left one in the hotel back home, 2 at Kelsey and Ben's house, and one at Pattie and Brian's house. Luckily I had a spare one, that I didn't want to use because it had been in a bag with makeup and stuff. But desperate times call for desperate measures, along with hot water and soap.

Well... seeya.

At Last...

First, I figured that was a good title, since, first I am listening to that song, and secondly, it's been quite some time.

Baby steps= nonexistent.

There are no such things as baby steps. I mean if you think about it, toddlers are the ones that learn to walk, not babies.

"Toddler is a common term for a young child who is learning to walk." There you have it, straight from the world's most reliable fact source- Wikipedia. So in conclusion... umm... there's no such thing. And I'm not dissing you Elizabeth, but I did have some time to think it over right after you sent me that one text. Thanks, p.s.

Dream brush.

For my birthday mom and dad got me this brush, well not this brush, but a brush. Oh my, it runs through my hair like a hot knife through butter. It's big and rectangle and has some kind of ceramic somewhere in it, or at least that's what the label said. It's niiiiice.

Changed my life.





I was watching a show the other night, "Platinum Weddings" ($215,000 for a bracelet. Whaaat?) Anyway, this commercial was about some fancy makeup that is like super perfect. One lady said it "changed my life"... "honestly". Anyway, I thought that was silly, then I thought, maybe the silly thing is not that it changed her life, but that that's all that it did. I mean anything can change your life. Let me elaborate- I didn't curl my hair this morning. I decided to pull it back in a ponytail instead. Now, this could turn into many scenarios, but I'll just go with the one I think will most "change my life". Now, understand that it is a low ponytail, and as everyone knows, if you lay your head down on a low ponytail, it eventually starts to hurt. So, if I decide to take a nap this afternoon (because I stayed up way too late last night), I would probably take my hair out. Here's where it gets complicated. I could a.) put the rubber band in my pocket, b.) put it on my wrist, or c.) put it on the ground. Now, follow along, this could get out of control.


a.) If I put it in my pocket, I'd probably forget it was there, and while I was frantically looking for it, I'd make me and my mom late to the class tonight, causing us to get a bad parking spot, then being kidnapped on the way back out to the car after the class because we were so far out. Now, I'll stop there, do with that scenario what you will. I imagine a ransom and whole lot of shooting.


b.) The rubber band would cut of my circulation in my wrist and then my hand would turn against me and try to kill me, concluding with me ending up with one hand.


c.) I would lean down to pick up the rubber band when I awoke, then when I was coming back up from the lean down, I'd hit the back of my head on the bottom of the table. Then as I awoke again from my forced nap, I'd realize that I didn't know where I was and who the people were around me, now whether that is because I had amnesia, or was on a stretcher with a whole bunch of unknown paramedics around me, I don't know. Do with that what you will.


Here are my options to avoid such unpleasantness. I could not take a nap, I could take out my hair now (but then I'd had a huge rubber band crease, and who knows what trouble that would cause), or I could just take a nap somewhere far away from a table.





And all this because of the makeup I decided to use- I mean the decision to put my hair in a ponytail.

Inappropriate texting.

I rarely get seriously angry... out loud. OK, hardly ever, but I get angry on the inside. So, we go to happy fun night, you all know this, I've talked about it before quite a lot. It's fun, but the one thing I can't stand is when there are people, mostly girls, on the court with their cell phones out, texting while the game is in play. I can hardly contain myself. I can't use the word irate yet, that will come a little later.





This is a shoe stomping on a texting person's hands.

Smelly hands.

The other day, while reading or something. Actually I was probably at the computer. Anyway, I brought my hands to my face and was repulsed when I thought they smelled like cat food. I don't even own a cat, and avoid touching animals at all costs in general. You may wonder then, "why do you have a bottle of soy sauce on this post?" Well I'll tell you. A lot of times my hands will smell like soy sauce. I don't know if it's just me or what, but I encourage all of you to smell your hands every once in a while, to see what they smell like. I'm sure I'm not the only freak.











Psych.

Three words- funniest show ever. I mean seriously, I've never watched a more witty and hilarious show. I highly recommend it.

Poison.

Wouldn't it make life so much easier if poison drew on the food it was poisoning a skull and crossbones. I don't know why poison manufacturers don't think of that. If any are reading this blog now, feel free to run with it.

Panda Express.

This one time in Utah, me and some of my siblings were deciding where to go for dinner. Kelsey said something about eating "Panda". So, thinking I was being funny said something to the effect of "I don't feel right eating panda." No one got it.


These are the owners of Panda Express apparently. Do you know how hard it is to find a simple picture of the front of a panda express?

Color.


Someone asked me the other day what color I am. OK, that's a lie, no one asked me... unless you count me. Anyway, I saw on Elizabeth's blog this color test and wanted to try it so I did. Apparently I'm a white. And here's what it says about them.

WHITE (Motive: PEACE)—These are the peacekeepers. Peace: the ability to stay calm and balanced even in the midst of conflict, is what motivates and drives these people. They bring great gifts of clarity and tolerance and are generally kind, adaptable, and good-listeners.

Now, I'm not saying I'm a saint or anything, but if the color fits. (That was so a joke, whites aren't that vain. And besides, I'm only 51% white.)



Irate.


Remember how I said I was going to use the word "irate"? Well here it comes, you should probably be sitting down. When me and mom were driving to Deon's house one day, there was this kid walking from the bus stop- in the middle of the street. As we drove closer to him he started walking further into the middle, then as we drove to the left side of the street, he walked further left, clearly trying to make us mad. Well it worked. I was irate. LIVID. You have no idea how angry I was. Fortunately for him mom was driving, so I couldn't run him over. I kept yelling "HONK AT HIM!", but she wouldn't. She must be more white than I am... at least 52%. The sad thing is, that when we got to Deon's house and told her, she asked if we wanted Dillan to get his gun and go out there. While mom and Deon laughed, I considered. Though with Dillan's broken ankle it probably wouldn't have happened anyway.

Oh, sweet justice.

Northanger Abbey.

I have never read a Jane Austen book, and though it shames me, I still don't think I will for a while. Anyway, I did watch Northanger Abbey the other night on PBS. It is fantastic. Everyone I talked to said they didn't like it as much as the others, but I beg to differ. It's way more exciting, and there is no big understanding that doesn't get resolved until the end. That always annoys me. It did have the classic Jane Austen crazy family members, and scandals though. Plus the main character's name is Catherine. So if I find a guy named Henry, with a sister named Eleanor, and a father who hates my guts, we can basically skip all the dating and just get married.

Fish and bowling.

Dad was asking us what we would want in a house if he were to build one. I said... well a lot of stuff, which included a bowling alley and an aquarium. Then I had an epiphany. An aquarium/bowling alley, and it went from a freakishly cool basement idea, to a multi-million dollar business idea. Can you imagine how cool it would be to be bowling, and all of the sudden, a whale shark swims under your 80's style bowling shoes? SWEET!

It would look like this, except better, and under all the lanes.
So, as I thought this over, I was thinking of names. At first I thought "Aquaribowl" would sound pretty cool, but then it came to me- "Fish Bowl". It's perfect. I'm going to be a millionaire before I'm old enough to... oh wait, I can already vote.

Random stuff.

I had no idea Wikipedia had a real home page. I don't know, I just always thought it went to that one "pick a country" page, so imagine my surprise when I found out that they even have a picture of the day. So I present to you this... times edition of "random stuff".

A ca. 1890–1900 photochrom of St. Alexander's Church (Kościół św. Aleksandra in Polish), a Roman Catholic church in Warsaw, Poland, before its destruction in World War II. After the war it was rebuilt on a smaller scale.