i never have understood Valentine's day, i mean, come on, aren't you supposed to love a person even when he doesn't buy you chocolates and a bear that will sit on the shelf for the rest of your life?
i don't really know from experience (i am 14 after all) but it seems to me like valentines day is just another way to spend money on garbage we don't really need. i guess I'm kind of a Valentines day curmudgeon in that respect, even when i was little i never really got the point. and didn't st. Valentine have something to do with a massacre? bloodshed and artillery just scream romance am i right? but in other news... i am almost done with my dollhouse now, just some trim and fireplaces left. which is good, because I'm not allowed to play with my friends until this thing is done. (well, it IS a school thing) it looks really good, but I'm a little nervous about painting inside, where the winding staircase is. *sigh* one step at a time i guess...
another thing you should know about me is that I'm seriously addicted. to online scrabble, that is! i play about two hours a day when I'm not working on my dollhouse, and i have learned some pretty left-Field words. like lekythoi for instance, its some kind of Greek oil jar apparently. well, that's it for now, till next time invisible-people-that-aren't-really-reading-this-right-now!
Sunday, February 13, 2011
Sunday, February 6, 2011
The "advantages" of owning a car
yet another reason to never grow up.
Whenever Easter, Halloween, or my birthday come around, i get slightly depressed. no more Easter egg hunts, trick-or-treating, or birthday parties with incredibly corny party games. whenever i ask someone what the upside of getting older is, they always say, "driving. driving means freedom. yeah!" hmmm.... on second thought i may have over dramatized they're response, but nonetheless, everyone has been touting the whole "buy a car" thing to death, and i have something to say about it.
My top ten eleven reasons not to own a car
1: oh look my statement just came in the mail! what the? this can't be right...overpriced insurance
2:who left that nail in the road?....BAM! *screeeech* ......tires
3: um excuse me? carlovers inc.? is this black stuff supposed to be coming out of my car?...oil change
4: and we have zero financing for up to six months, and if you buy now we'll throw in this air freshener.... the process of selecting a car that isn't a lemon
5:oh look, your engine just blew!.... repairs
6: and youve managed to lock your keys inside.....roadside assistance
7: tch, and on the first day of that new job too.....
8: oops! out of gas........tow truck
9:what's this bozo doing?! this isn't the turn la-*HONK HONK* geez!.....other idiot drivers
10: [heading south] the constant pressure/guilt to pick up hitchhikers
11: (since 7 was an add on) and finally, [bee boo bee boo bee boo wheeeeeeoooh wheeeeooh] uh-oh......... not understanding the meaning of a full stop.
but hey, at least you can go to the movies! -oh wait, you're broke.
Whenever Easter, Halloween, or my birthday come around, i get slightly depressed. no more Easter egg hunts, trick-or-treating, or birthday parties with incredibly corny party games. whenever i ask someone what the upside of getting older is, they always say, "driving. driving means freedom. yeah!" hmmm.... on second thought i may have over dramatized they're response, but nonetheless, everyone has been touting the whole "buy a car" thing to death, and i have something to say about it.
My top
1: oh look my statement just came in the mail! what the? this can't be right...overpriced insurance
2:who left that nail in the road?....BAM! *screeeech* ......tires
3: um excuse me? carlovers inc.? is this black stuff supposed to be coming out of my car?...oil change
4: and we have zero financing for up to six months, and if you buy now we'll throw in this air freshener.... the process of selecting a car that isn't a lemon
5:oh look, your engine just blew!.... repairs
6: and youve managed to lock your keys inside.....roadside assistance
7: tch, and on the first day of that new job too.....
8: oops! out of gas........tow truck
9:what's this bozo doing?! this isn't the turn la-*HONK HONK* geez!.....other idiot drivers
10: [heading south] the constant pressure/guilt to pick up hitchhikers
11: (since 7 was an add on) and finally, [bee boo bee boo bee boo wheeeeeeoooh wheeeeooh] uh-oh......... not understanding the meaning of a full stop.
but hey, at least you can go to the movies! -oh wait, you're broke.
Friday, February 4, 2011
a breakthruogh in my constant fear of prehistoric mechanoids
Yesterday, while on YouTube, a Epiphany strikes
so I've mentioned how I'm terrified of Dino's right?
(you know, "the trauma!" ) well yesterday i decided to face my fear, albeit indirectly. i looked up the video of the very dinosaur that has been haunting me for over a decade, to be honest i watched through a crack in my fingers, while on the small-screen version of the clip, (you should've seen the looks on my parents faces)
but i steadily progressed, taking off of mute, watching without a blanket over my head, and finally, full screen.
in case your wondering what the thing looks like, I've provided a sample video. just keep in mind, i was like three, and i was right underneath those unporportionally large teeth.
let me know how this plays, Ive never uploaded a vid before.
so I've mentioned how I'm terrified of Dino's right?
(you know, "the trauma!" ) well yesterday i decided to face my fear, albeit indirectly. i looked up the video of the very dinosaur that has been haunting me for over a decade, to be honest i watched through a crack in my fingers, while on the small-screen version of the clip, (you should've seen the looks on my parents faces)
but i steadily progressed, taking off of mute, watching without a blanket over my head, and finally, full screen.
in case your wondering what the thing looks like, I've provided a sample video. just keep in mind, i was like three, and i was right underneath those unporportionally large teeth.
let me know how this plays, Ive never uploaded a vid before.
Thursday, February 3, 2011
a short message to any living thing that's reading this
hi.
that's not the message, the message is that since I'm new to this, i have no idea if people are reading this or machines, or cyborgs or whatever. so , if you're a person ,(take a few minutes and make sure) pleeeeeeeease comment. you don't even have to leave a real message, just press a random key and I'll be happy. this is more of an online journal really, so I'd be surprised if anyone reads this.
until next time, non-existent readers!
that's not the message, the message is that since I'm new to this, i have no idea if people are reading this or machines, or cyborgs or whatever. so , if you're a person ,(take a few minutes and make sure) pleeeeeeeease comment. you don't even have to leave a real message, just press a random key and I'll be happy. this is more of an online journal really, so I'd be surprised if anyone reads this.
until next time, non-existent readers!
my life with a health nut
mom i love ya, but sometimes the health food can get a little extreme
i live in a house of health. we all have gym memberships, we walk. and i mean like 20 mile walks.bike rides, weight training, the list goes on. but the worst, the absolute worst, is the health food. have you ever had a bowl of oat meal? sprinkled with bee pollen? and i'm sure you eat your vegetables right? so do i. through a straw. i've had some pretty stange combo's in my day, but the srangest was last night's salad.
my mom made us salad for dinner, we were out of hamburger so we added chopped pork instead, this in itself wasn't that weird, i mean sure, pork wouldn't have been my first choice, but it's not that awful. then i noticed that she was peeling a grapefruit. i figured, ok, grapefruit. heart healthy snack for dessert. then...[gulp] she.... oh good heavens what is she doing? ....don't put that on the- too late. she sprinkled grapfruit all over our salad. yummy yum yum. on the menu for tonight, fruity pork, a chefs special. before we dug in, i convinced her to let me take a picture.
the worst part? it wasn't half bad.
i live in a house of health. we all have gym memberships, we walk. and i mean like 20 mile walks.bike rides, weight training, the list goes on. but the worst, the absolute worst, is the health food. have you ever had a bowl of oat meal? sprinkled with bee pollen? and i'm sure you eat your vegetables right? so do i. through a straw. i've had some pretty stange combo's in my day, but the srangest was last night's salad.
my mom made us salad for dinner, we were out of hamburger so we added chopped pork instead, this in itself wasn't that weird, i mean sure, pork wouldn't have been my first choice, but it's not that awful. then i noticed that she was peeling a grapefruit. i figured, ok, grapefruit. heart healthy snack for dessert. then...[gulp] she.... oh good heavens what is she doing? ....don't put that on the- too late. she sprinkled grapfruit all over our salad. yummy yum yum. on the menu for tonight, fruity pork, a chefs special. before we dug in, i convinced her to let me take a picture.
the doll dilema
OK, so have you ever noticed that there are some really fabulous dollhouses out there, but no dolls to go with them? I'm talking 5 bedroom 3 bath mansions with secret towers and working lights, and all the dolls look like they're either on death row, or they just got a shot of Novocaine at the dentist. then there are the "custom" dolls. these are cool, but can run you a ton of money, plus they're out of the country so you never know what shipping will be. some of the dolls I've seen will continue to haunt me, faces that look like some knife-happy gang banger of a sculptor came across them in a dark alley and thought hey, no one will miss this nose, or notice that this one eye is two inches lower than the other! i don't mean to rant (ok, maybe i do) but i am fed up looking for the perfect doll..(or at least one that doesn't look like it wants to strangle me in my sleep) at this point, i think I'm better off just having an imaginary doll family, better than having those creepy faces looking up at me when I'm trying to sleep at night.
p.s.
if anyone (namely my sister who is probably the only person reading this) finds half decent looking dolls, let me know!
p.s.
if anyone (namely my sister who is probably the only person reading this) finds half decent looking dolls, let me know!
Wednesday, February 2, 2011
An explanation of my crippling fear of robotic dinosaurs
The text color for today is green, like the simulated skin of my terror-inflicting nemesis.
this all started with a family vacation. me, my mom and dad, and my big sister, went to south Dakota while en route to our family reunion in Wyoming. we stopped in at a little place called wall-drug, although i suppose the word "little" doesn't quite cut it. this place had suits of armor, a hallway chock full of.....stuff. (i was three, okay? i only remember the trauma. the trauma!) and a life-size replica of the dinosaur from Jurassic park.
that in itself was scary, but hey, the thing only moved like two feet right and left, and i realized that i could overcome my fear if i just stood up and faced it. i had read the sign that stated "t-Rex will roar every hour"
i had taken that into consideration. but after waiting around for a while, i began to doubt it. it was now or never, i marched right up to that reptilian bullie and said in my squeaky three-year old voice: "I'm not scared of you!" of course then it leaned over and roared. riiiiiight in my face. the last thing i remember is burying my head in my mom's lap, and then it all went black.......
afterward, i actually did go back in and face my fear. my mom says that i was pretty brave about it, all though i wouldn't know, i only remember the trauma. the trauma! and to this day, i am terrified of dinosaurs. especially the robotic kind.
this all started with a family vacation. me, my mom and dad, and my big sister, went to south Dakota while en route to our family reunion in Wyoming. we stopped in at a little place called wall-drug, although i suppose the word "little" doesn't quite cut it. this place had suits of armor, a hallway chock full of.....stuff. (i was three, okay? i only remember the trauma. the trauma!) and a life-size replica of the dinosaur from Jurassic park.
that in itself was scary, but hey, the thing only moved like two feet right and left, and i realized that i could overcome my fear if i just stood up and faced it. i had read the sign that stated "t-Rex will roar every hour"
i had taken that into consideration. but after waiting around for a while, i began to doubt it. it was now or never, i marched right up to that reptilian bullie and said in my squeaky three-year old voice: "I'm not scared of you!" of course then it leaned over and roared. riiiiiight in my face. the last thing i remember is burying my head in my mom's lap, and then it all went black.......
afterward, i actually did go back in and face my fear. my mom says that i was pretty brave about it, all though i wouldn't know, i only remember the trauma. the trauma! and to this day, i am terrified of dinosaurs. especially the robotic kind.
my first attempt at blogging
Considering that i just found out what blog actually means, i think I've done pretty well at sharing my thoughts. A word before we begin; i am going to be super vague about my location, name etc. because I'm afraid of crazed cyber stalkers tracking me down.thanks for the paranoia sixty minutes. anyway, i can still
tell you a bit about my life.....
the first thing you should know about me, is that I'm fourteen, i'm a girl (in case you couldn't tell) and I've been homeschooled my entire life. the second thing you should know about me, is that i posalutely absitively cannot stand Justin beiber, am an uber-fan of puzzles and brainteasers, and i have an enormous phobia of robotic dinosaurs. (more about that later....)
i watch an ridiculously cute two-year-old every day, Mon-Fri, and i am currently working on a daring project, namely, a dollhouse. now when i say dollhouse what comes to mind? perhaps the gaudy yet affordable so-pink-it-makes-your-eyes-hurt fisher price? or maybe the slightly more prestigious barbie dream house, with lights and simulated toilet flushing action? well your dead wrong. this house has 7 huge rooms, a fireplace, a tower with a removable roof-oh, and a name. the beacon hill 8002 greenleaf dollhouse, and one thing i forgot to mention,it comes in about three million pieces. which, for the past month, i have been trying to assemble.
when i opened the box, my first thought was, "well, we know where the national forests went" seriously, this thing is made of enough wood to keep a beaver afloat for a year. oh and the instructions, don't even get me started on the instructions! If my dad wasn't in construction i don't think I'd ever get the thing built! in a month I've completed most of the house, although i still have a lot of trim to glue on. i have to use a hot glue gun for all the wood parts, which is to say everything, and you learn pretty fast, do NOT touch the nozzle. unless you want disfiguring burns all over your hands. which, unfortunately i now have a few of. the house looks pretty good i have to say, and I'll try to post a picture, but honestly i have no clue how this whole "blogging" thing works. until next time, -Nyum
p.s. that's the name my two-year-old niece gave me, she absolutely refuses to pronounce my name right.
tell you a bit about my life.....
the first thing you should know about me, is that I'm fourteen, i'm a girl (in case you couldn't tell) and I've been homeschooled my entire life. the second thing you should know about me, is that i posalutely absitively cannot stand Justin beiber, am an uber-fan of puzzles and brainteasers, and i have an enormous phobia of robotic dinosaurs. (more about that later....)
i watch an ridiculously cute two-year-old every day, Mon-Fri, and i am currently working on a daring project, namely, a dollhouse. now when i say dollhouse what comes to mind? perhaps the gaudy yet affordable so-pink-it-makes-your-eyes-hurt fisher price? or maybe the slightly more prestigious barbie dream house, with lights and simulated toilet flushing action? well your dead wrong. this house has 7 huge rooms, a fireplace, a tower with a removable roof-oh, and a name. the beacon hill 8002 greenleaf dollhouse, and one thing i forgot to mention,it comes in about three million pieces. which, for the past month, i have been trying to assemble.
when i opened the box, my first thought was, "well, we know where the national forests went" seriously, this thing is made of enough wood to keep a beaver afloat for a year. oh and the instructions, don't even get me started on the instructions! If my dad wasn't in construction i don't think I'd ever get the thing built! in a month I've completed most of the house, although i still have a lot of trim to glue on. i have to use a hot glue gun for all the wood parts, which is to say everything, and you learn pretty fast, do NOT touch the nozzle. unless you want disfiguring burns all over your hands. which, unfortunately i now have a few of. the house looks pretty good i have to say, and I'll try to post a picture, but honestly i have no clue how this whole "blogging" thing works. until next time, -Nyum
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