CHRISTMAS! IS! ALMOST! HERE!

     I CAN'T BE AT SCHOOL when Christmas is in six days! Is everyone crazy? If teachers expect us students to be focused they are completely insane! I'm sure they don't want to be at school as much as us students don't. I just decorated my tree on the weekend and watched Christmas movies and wrapped presents, and baked, and celebrated with my dad's side of the family. Boy did it get me in the spirit! I LOVE LOVE LOVE buying/making gifts for people, of course when I'm shopping if there's a deal like buy one get one free it's one for you and one for me hehe.

Who could pass up a deal like that right? I'm just thinking about Christmas Eve and how awesome it's going to be. My fam goes to my grandparents and we have the best time every year. It's amazing and I look forward to it every year. The food is also something else I adore during the break. My mom could care less if I ate cookies all day long (mind you I'd be suck for sure). It's just the fact that I can! I love baking for/over the holidays it gets me so pumped about the holidays.

    

For a bunch of years in a row Christmas has just come and gone in my life, which sucks. This year is different though, I feel so much more in the spirit and happy about it. Giddy for no particular reason, it's awesome. There are so many things to be happy about during Christmas and I'm so thankful for everything that I'm lucky enough to have. My family is the greatest and so are my friends.

MERRY CHRISTMAS EVERYONE :):):):):) AND HAPPY NEW YEAR!

We're Not Dying in 2012

     I don't mean to be blunt but my title is exactly what I think. I refuse to believe that the world is ending in the year 2012. There are so many different theories as to what is going to happen to end the world and kill of the human race. I don't really know any because I don't follow the news on it. In the year 2000 the new millennium the world was supposed to end..... and we're all still here. So what? They just changed it to another year? If the world doesn't blow up this time what year will they pick next? I thought that 2013 would be a more suitable year for them to choose, being that the number 13 brings bad luck and has so many negative things associated with it. I have too much to look forward to in the New Year! I can't just believe that we're all going to blow up. I would at least like to get out of high school before something as drastic as that happens. You know live my life a little?
     Now I'm not saying there aren't terrible things happening in/to the world, but to cause the world to end? Now that is a series of unfortunate events waiting to happen I'd rather not stick around to see. Let's say it was true. You know what I'd do? Get access to a spaceship that fits all of the people I love and their families so that we could blast off into space and inhabit a new planet. Yeah I know this is impossible but then again I don't believe that the world is going to end so...........
     Who does believe that the world is going to end, and why? I'd like to know.

Oh, So this is what's supposed to happen?



No More Braceface. :D

     I just got my braces off and it was/is the most exhilarating feeling that my mouth has ever experienced (with the exception of tasting a nice sirloin steak) YUM. The smoothness of my teeth is the best thing ever, no more metal! No more cuts, no more sores (ew). Everyone who reads this and has had braces or has them currently knows exactly what I mean. Soon you time will come to be free of those nasty metal squares. You will be able to eat gum without the fear of it becoming stuck in between your wires and brackets! You will be free! It is like being let off of being grounded that sense of freedom is insanely huge. Well I don't really get grounded anymore  but when I was little I did. Anyway the only downfall is that  I have these permanent retainers cemented onto the back of my teeth and it feels like braces on the inside now. Goodness I'll never fully have a normal mouth free of appliances again, unless they fall out... but then you're supposed to get them fixed...... Hmmmmm I feel like i would be tempted to not tell my orthodontist. though I would then have a fear that my teeth would go all crooked and then that would be 6,000 dollars down the drain and a whole lot of anger from my mom and dad. So overall to my dismay, this is a lose lose situation.Ah well at least I can smile without hesitation and fearing that the flash of a camera wont reflect off of my braces.

The BBM Dancing Emoticon describes my feelings exactly about being free of braces. WOOOOOO!

Jokes on Him......

  
     In my searching to find a news article that sounded completely odd and unthinkable, I found a story that fits this description quite well.

"Dad Sent Son to Day Care with Pot: Cops"

     This was the headline of the article and it grasped my attention quite quickly. I though to myself what the heck..... that's not true. Though as it turned out, to my astonishment it most defiantly was true. A 33 year-old father sent his 18 month old son to his day care centre with a lunch that he packed. When it was time for the children at the centre to have lunch, they opened his son’s lunchbox and found a cigarette rolled with weed in it.

 Not the kind of lunchbox you want to send your child to school with.... hahaha.

The police were notified immediately and they interviewed the father and then searched his home. They found less than an ounce of weed and he was released from jail with a promise to appear in court on the 22^nd. He said that it must have been an accident when he was packing his son’s lunch the night before. It must have slipped in there while he was making it. I thought that this was completely bizarre but also somewhat comical because you would think that could never happen to a person and then it does. For more information you can check out the link below:

http://www.nbcconnecticut.com/news/local/Dad-Sent-Son-to-Day-Care-With-Pot-Cops-134968863.html

 

poetry shmoerty ........

     From the title you may already be thinking that I don't really care for poetry all that much. Well if that's what you're thinking you're the you are right on the money. Poetry can be beautiful yes but I feel that there are much more direct ways of saying what poets try and portray. My dislike may just be for poetry from the dark ages and Shakespeare because I find the language so hard to wrap my head around. The complexity of the words they use to describe feelings, thoughts, scenery could be written in such a way that everyone can understand and interpret. I don't HATE poetry or anything but I can say many negative things about it just because it is most likely my least favourite form of literature.  I would mush rather read a good book as opposed to poems. I had to read the Poisonwood Bible in English this year and one of the daughter's in the book always uses poetry in her writing. I found it extremely annoying and the annoyance mostly came from not completely understanding what or why she was saying and why she had chosen to speak in such tongues. After a while though I got used to reading her portions of the book and in all honesty I skipped over the poetry portions. I feel that there are so many easier ways to say what poets portray in their works, but that's just my opinion. The only rhyming I have an interest in reading is Dr. Seuss from my childhood days.

 <3333333333333333333333333333333333333333333333333333333333333 Green Eggs and Ham. 

     As for the guest poets work I have many questions about what she was thinking about when she was writing the poems I read and what inspired her to do so. I also would like to know what she meant by using the word "Cha'am" because I have never in my whole life heard anyone ever use that word or form of slang. 

 

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It was a Dark and Stormy Night...........How Typical

The children crept up to the old creepy house a quiet as a mouse. They were dared to go ring the doorbell of old man Dracucount. Everyone knows once you set foot in side you never come out, and that the porch will shallow you whole! As they crept up the one child ran away screaming with fear then another, and then there was one. he rung the doorbell waited for a second and then SNAP! Then there were none.

Who Ya Gonna Call GHOST BUSTERS?!

     Well actually I'm not afraid of ghosts all the time, only when I'm in a haunted house. this weekend I'm going to Halloween Haunt at Canada's Wonderland and I am so excited I can feel it in my bones.

I don't know if I'm going to dress up yet but I've heard there are SEVENTEEN HAUNTED HOUSES!!!! I LOVE HAUNTED HOUSES. When I go inside them I get a rush of adrenalin and I can feel my heartbeat throughout my whole body. Bump bump. Bump bump. BUMP BUMP! It gets louder and louder as I creep through the house. Around every corner I'm always expecting something to jump out and chase me until I am at the end of the house. It is always so dark inside except for the flickers of the strobe lights up ahead. I can hear the people in front of you screaming in terror as if they were about to run for their lives. I know that I am next and that I can't turn back now. Of course I am not alone though. I lead my friends and I through the maze of horrors, being the first to encounter everything. I refuse to be the last in line because then no one will know if something happens to you, until the person that was in front of you notices that there is no one gripping their shoulders with fear anymore. Then they're next....... THEN ME.

    So if I'm not around after Sunday you'll know that at Halloween Haunt I just got too scared and couldn't come out of my room because of the traumatizing nightmares I will be having.

I Know You Can Hear Me..........

Imagine yourself sitting in a room with your whole family. Okay now imagine you're saying something to one of them. They don't respond so you repeat yourself. Still no response................. your thinking okay maybe they just didn't hear me after two times I guess that's understandable. So you take a third stab at it and STILL NOTHING. They don't even look in your direction. You must be thinking this could never happen. You are in the same room as someone and you have directed a question at them three separate times and they don't even give the slightest look in your direction! Well believe it or not this happens quite often in my house. When my dad is sitting in front of the tele he becomes completely immersed into the program he happens to be watching. He doesn't move at the slightest sound except for maybe reacting to the program his eyes and mind are glued to.



I don't know how this could be possible! It's like his brain shuts down and he can hear nothing except for the tele. One time I raised my voice in attempt to tell him something and this still failed. So i took things to drastic measures and did the thing that would let all hell break loose. I stood right in front of the tele. OH NO I DIDN'T! that got him to not only pay attention to me but he also changed his facial expression for the first time in half an hour. It went from zombie to WHAT THE HECK! With his eye brows raised and eyes widening he asked me what I was doing. I gave him a dumbfounded look and explained exactly what I was doing and how he had not heard my question repeated at least three times. He looked like I was lying to his face and that it could not possibly be true. Jeeze dad's just don't get it do they? So now every time it happens I let him know that I was right and will continue to be.

Tic Tacs and Sunny D Oh What Should I be For Halloween?

When I think of  Tic Tacks and Sunny D I think of the film Juno. I ABSOLUTELY LOVE IT. So when I was contemplating what to be for Halloween this year, my dearest friend Kenze said that if I was Juno she'd be Bleaker.

   

Juno  

 

                                            Bleeker

It'll be perfect! I'm going to wear her trademark orange and white striped t-shirt with jeans and sneakers. Of course i'll be carrying around the biggest jug of Sunny D I can find. Under my shirt will bea balloon so that it looks like I'm a little prego with their child. Kenze will wear the classic Dancing Elk Condors cross-country running t-shirt with high red and yellow socks and itty bitty running shorts. Good thing she is a girl or else they may have looked a little awkward as they do in Bleeker in the actual movie........ just a little too short for a boy. She will also have a supply of Orange Tic Tacs at her side as he always does. Ithink that this idea will be very comical and I can't wait to dress up with her. Hehehe. Happy Halloween!!

CLICK TIC CLAP

     Disgusting. I hate when people chew their food loudly, or for that matter do anything disgusting with their mouth. My dad is the worst offender. When we are sitting watching the tele he always seems to be eating something that makes a noise, not only when biting down into it but also when he is chewing it. I give him a horrified look almost as if I have seen an actor get slaughtered in a horror film. I stare until he stops and says "What?" with a bewildered expression on his face. "You know what.." I usually reply. You know what he usually does after that? keeps chewing loudly and slurps! AAHHH. It gives me the shivers, like there are bugs crawling underneath my skin I can feel them when he does this. It puts the image of ground up food into my mind an it is terrifying. Sometimes i just think he does it to bug me..... -__-

Now I wouldn't actually slap him haha, but this is the expression that my face takes on when it continues. I'm sure other people have nit picky pet peeves such as this, but this is SO easily fixed. Just put less in your mouth when you eat...... for the sake of others sanity. Well at least my own sanity. It's not very attractive either. What if a person were to be doing that on a date?! That would be completely embarrassing! I know that I wouldn't be able to go on after that. Chewing loudly and making noises while chewing your food is unnecessary and can be easily fixed. So please if you are a really loud chewer and chop down on your food making nasty noises, try and cease. Thank-you.

Sunday Mornin Pancakes are Flipppin

       Every Sunday morning of my life has been the same throughout the course of my seventeen years of living. They began as just my mama and myself I would sleep in her and my daddy's bed every Saturday night and then we would wake up snuggle. When we started to get hungry we would make our way to the kitchen and start making pancakes! :) YUMMM. She actually makes THE BEST pancakes in the world.

I'm not just saying that either she adds in cinnimon as her secret ingredient that she made me prosime never to tell anyone. We sang in the kitchen to her favourite Sinead O'Connor songs at the top of our lungs and into the wooden spoons we were using to stir. Down the road my sister Maddie was born and she joined our Sunday morning routine. We sang to her when she was little and then as she grew she sang with us. Sometimes when my dad wasn't working he would come in with us and make funny animals (that never quite looked like animals) with the batter for our amusment and pleasure. he never ate them though, he is more of an eggs and bacon kind of guy. Other times when we didn't make pancakes we made creps that were to die for. We
topped them off with fruit and whipped cream. As I got older I began to sleep in more and I
would miss the snuggling portion of our morning. Then I missed the singing and making of the pancakes. My youngest sister was born and she seemed to do that with mama now. It was only until recently that I realised I missed my Sunday mornings with my mama. So now I and sing with her and make them with her in the morning. <3

Fight Club - Movie Version

Last night I saw the movie Fight Club for the very first time. I have heard people rave about it's amazing story, and it truly is warped but amazing at the same time. in the begginning we are introduced to a nameless character who is the narrator who is played  Edward Norton.

He suffers from insomnia and his doctor will not give him medication so he goes to group meetings such as AA even though he isn't. He goes to them because he can cry and then fall asleep after. This all changes when he meets Marla Singer.

She does what he does and he can't seem to cry anymore because she knows what he's doing. They agree to split up days so this will no longer be a conflict. He then leaves on a business trip and he meets a guy on the plane named Tyler Durden.

He sells soap, but he also knows how to turn them into bombs. When they get off the plane and go their seperate ways our namless narrator finds his condo to be blown up into pieces. He has nothing and no where to go. he remembers that he and Tyler exchanged numbers and he calls him for a place to stay. He stays with him in this beaten up old house where Tyler makes soap and he still goes to work. Marla gives the narrator a call for help but he leaves the phone and Tyler picks up the phone and then gies and saves her. Tyler and Marla then become sexually involved after that. He and Tyler start an underground Fight Club and the first rule about Fight Club is that you dont talk about Fight Club. The second rule about Fight Club is that you dont talk about Fight Club. Tyler creates more Fight Clubs across the country they become the anti-materialist and anti-corporate organization called "Project Mayhem". This movie has a non-stop action plot. There is never a dull moment and he and Tyler become untouchable. Their organization trains people to be exactly like them, and they do insane acts and have near death experiences. It is one of my favourite films because it leaves you guessing and never bored. i am going to read the book also. If you havent seen this movie you're definatley missing out- espesically if you love action or thriller movies. Movies nowdays always seem to not be quite what you assumed but Fight Club is all thast and more :)!