Something About Cellphones

I don't have a phone, honest. Which makes this next part seem impossible. I'm a texting addict. If there's someone to text, there's a text message being sent through cyberspace to greet them with a rather cheery hello. That being said, I'll also share that I borrow my daddy's phone whenever he doesn't want to use it so I can bombard my friend Sebastian with texts.

I, however, am not like a lot of teenagers who use text speech. No thank you. I'll type the whole. sentence. Complete with punctuation and capitalization. And if I make a mistake, I sure as icy cold clouds am going to fix it. So... it takes me quite awhile to send one text message, and the message is normally twice as long as it would be if I took out all the extra stuff. As it is, I don't care.

Also, I have one thing to say texting. Okay, more than one thing. More like... half a dozen.

Fact A.) Texting while in the room with a real person and you're hanging out and having a conversation is, to say the least, rude. Get over yourself and pay attention to reality. It's only acceptable if it's an emergency.
P.S. the fact that your "bff" just dumped her "bf" who she's been dating for "2 dys" is not an emergency.

Fact B.) The phone doesn't always need to be in your hand. You can put it down. And you can live without it.

Fact C.) Ignoring a phone call while you're in the middle of a conversation with someone else is completely acceptable. What would be unacceptable is if you just answered the phone without even saying anything to the person you just cut off. If it's an important call from your boss/co-worker/client/child/family/whatever, you may politely excuse yourself for a moment to take the call, but only for a moment. Don't go on and on about your plaid shorts.

Fact D.) No, texting someone at 2 am without an invitation is not polite. Wait until the morning. Unless your mummy just died, in which case, you are perfectly entitled to text everyone at 2 am, invitation or not.

Fact E.) Eating and texting at the same time is a very bad idea. Unless your phone is orange juice proof.

Fact F.) When you're in class, you know, you are allowed to ignore the texts that your friend across the room is sending you. School comes first. P.S. read messages and text back at your own risk. If you get caught... that's not my fault.

Fact G.) If you are going to text during your academic time, be my guest to turn your phone on vibrate. It helps to stop the rest of us from being disturbed. Not that they care. They're all texting under the table, too.

Fact H.) You are perfectly welcome to leave your phone home when you go on vacation with the family.

Fact I.) You can turn your phone off whenever you like.


Alright, there you go. Be assured that that's all my opinion. You can't be blaming me for any texting trouble you get into. I'm no expert. I just follow the laws of common courtesy.

Not So Pale

Right, so. When you're a on crutches, you tend to stay inside quite a bit. Today, however, I was outside for a good hour. The resulting sunburn is certain to last me at least a day. Most likely longer. Most definitely longer. And painfully, it will probably peal like old paint. Groans internally. Eyes shoulder sadly.

Also, being alone with a sharpie tends to lead to quite a lot of body art. I now have a good foot of my left arm covered in a skeletal design. It's pretty cool, actually. Unless you're scared of ink poisoning. In which case, I laugh at you. Very, VERY hard. On a totally different subject, I was thinking of piercing my ears. To match my skeletal arm. So... not totally unrelated. Maybe I'll look like a Gothic weirdo. I sure hope not. I don't dress in all black. You'd much sooner catch me in a polka-dot dress. I love polka-dots... sigh

Ahem.

Well. Um.

So... a tough motorcycle guy came up and bought a Mediterranean cook book from our rummage sale today. I laughed so hard when he left, I almost cried. He certainly proved my stereotypes wrong. I can just see him in my head, swaggering up to my friend and I, this "tough" look on his face. "How much for this book?"

Oh, man!

He he.

Haircut Horror

So, maybe you remember a few posts back, where I mentioned my recent haircut. Or perhaps not. In that post, I mentioned that I had had a scheduled appointment in the near future, courtesy of my beautiful mum. Well, today has unveiled the results. And, much to my dismay, instead of making it better, it has, in fact, gotten worse. Why is it that I always think a short haircut would be a good idea? Hmm? I don't understand how I can still manage to delude myself into that conclusion, when time and time again it has proven wrong. Not only is it shorter than I was hoping for now, but it's also cut wrong. What does this world have against me?!?!

and there was much gnashing of teeth

On a happier note, I smell like chemicals. And all that nasty shampoo and product they lather in your hair to make it frizz-less, curlier, shinier... etcetera, etcetera, etcetera. And really all it does is make it greasier! Ick! But it's nothing compared to the horror that was inflicted upon my mind when I watched her cut off a good inch more than I had asked. Grrr! Well. Blurg. I'm done.

Have some funny haircut experiences? Or just experiences in general? Post a comment!

P.S. The image doesn't include anything as icky as what they put in your hair at a salon. In fact, it only contains things that I knowingly and lovingly apply to my hair to keep it tamed, curlier, and/or not the color of a algae-infested pool bottom.

Grammar Crutches

Today was crazy, and thus very fun. But while I was going about my abnormally busy day, I was pondering something that has bothered me quite often since I got my crutches. What exactly is the verb for walking with crutches? More importantly, is there a verb for that? Crutched? "I crutched across the street" just doesn't seem right, though spell-check doesn't seem to mind. So, tell me readers, is "crutched" the appropriate verb for hobbling around on crutches? Or should I stick with "limped," "hobbled" and "tottered"? For now, I believe that I will. And I will also catch all of you later, with pictures. Maybe. But remember the procrastinator part? ...Yeah... about that....

I suggest you don't hold your breath on those pictures

Update: Well, if you were holding your breath, you can stop now. I stopped procrastinating. On that subject.

Optimistic

So, maybe you've realized by now that I'm really sarcastic. And pessimistic. And strange. And probably mental. And insane. And certainly at least a little bonkers. Or maybe you haven't. In which case, you're all of the above, but worse. Don't worry, I still love you. Or rather, you'd be at the top of my list if I actually know you. Which, you know, I probably do if you're reading this. Anyway, that's beside the point. What I meant to say is that underneath all the sarcasm, pessimism and insanity, I really AM optimistic.

...Or... no, not even then.

Also, I forgot to throw in that I'm a procrastinator. Which is why I'm on here, not doing the homework that I've had all week that is due tomorrow for my Spanish class. Oh, how I love avoiding homework! At all costs. And the cost will probably be some horrible panic sometime today at how little I've accomplished on the subject of Ecuador.

While I was procrastinating, however, I realized something. This blog is dead boring. Not because my humor isn't funny or anything... okay, fine, no it really is not ...but because there are no graphics. My new project: pictures! I will probably end up going back and adding pictures to the past posts, just for the sake of making it look like I had that brilliant idea from the beginning.

Well, cheerio! No, I don't mean the cereal. I mean the British salutation.

Update: Yes, I've added pictures now! This means you're entitled to go back and read all my lovely posts again. Or not, because I didn't add much but the images. So... just view my sometimes-failed attempts at photography. Like the Yummmalicious Piggalicious post. I unfortunately didn't realize how blurry it was until it was up and I'm far too lazy to take it off. So. Sorry about that.

High (On Hellium, Of Course)

Italian food and good bands led to the invention of three new words today: yummalicous, mmmy and om-nomish. My favorite of the three is yummalicious. Mostly cause it's fun to say. But be warned: none of these are going to be taken very seriously if you use them in your English essays. So don't be blaming me for bad grades. Not that you're in school in the summer.... sigh

On a happier note, Italian food is yummalcious, scrumptious, and totally worth the bill. Well, maybe, if it's a once-in-a-while kind of thing. Which it is, for my family anyway. But I really must teach myself how to cook like an Italian. Because Italian food is part of what makes my world go round. And I know that once I'm living in a college dorm, I'm not going to be able to afford even $8 paninis. Which is sad, cause those sandwiches are delectable. Also, a little homemade sushi never hurt anyone. Except maybe when it contained poisonous eels. Or octopus. Or chicken feet. But that's for another post. P.S. I know that sushi is Asian--I promise!

Meanwhile, I've come to be in love with the band Panic! At The Disco. Perhaps you've heard of them? No? Then check them out. Although, I warn you: some of their stuff isn't precisely very appropriate. But if you tune out the lyrics to those songs, they've got some good music underneath! Some of their music is okay, some of it's great, and some of it sounds like they were high (on helium, what else?) when they wrote it. Which, obviously, is the best of all of it(: I'm sure you can find most of their videos ahem--illegally--ahem on YouTube if you want to listen to it. Not a fan of pirated stuff? Vevo and PandoraRadio also provide nice alternatives. Happy music hunting!

Also, how am I doing? 15 posts over 20 days in June... not bad, I think. But what about the post content? What do you like best? What do you want more of? Let me know by leaving a comment!

Summer Boredom

Guess what Miss Blogger is doing today? You got it! Absolutely nothing! Isn't that just what every teenager wants to do on Saturdays? Oh, right. I forgot. There's something called ice cream and strawberries to go together. So I stand corrected: I'm getting fat today. It sounds quite a bit more appealing than nothing. But then again, that's just me.

So, I started therapy... last week, but yesterday I actually got going with it. Swim therapy for hip surgery. It was very nice to feel physically tired after so long of feeling... not physically tired. As it is, I'm sore today. I honestly need to get to work on keeping in shape, or this could turn ugly.

That's all I got for today. Happy Father's Day, daddy, and all the fathers of the world!

Almost Alice

So, Alice in Wonderland. The most bizarre movie ever invented, and undoubtedly one of my favorites. Which goes without saying, since I'm blogging about it. My favorite characters are The Mad Hatter, The Red Queen and The Tweedle Twins. Yesterday, I happened to decide to do sketches of several of the characters, and I came up with three-minute scribbles of random things from Alice in Wonderland. Perhaps I'll post pictures.

Update: Here you go! This is the Red Queen (but hopefully you can tell). At the time of the original post, this sketch was only pen. Since then, it has gained some color. So. Enjoy!

P.S. What do you think of it? Personally, I love it. But seriously, is it as good as I hope it is?

You Look Depressed, Is That Hot Dog Getting You Down?

It's me again. Don't look so excited, you. You could maybe be slightly happy to hear from me. Please? Oh. Fine. I suppose I'm not all that exciting. Despite this fact, I think I'll bore you with another post. Or rather, not bore you, hopefully. Though that is highly up to you whether you find this all amusing or not. Anyway, I will continue on the subject of haircuts. Which has nothing to do at all with the title of this post.

Because I am neither patient nor very bright, I decided late last night it was about time that I had a haircut. So, this morning I proceeded to straighten my otherwise curly hair and lop off quite a bit of it. In the front, because I am most certainly one to jump the gun. The result was actually rather pleasing, besides the fact that it wasn't exactly what it was supposed to look like. The misfortune of it all was that I did not realize my mum had in fact planned a professional hair appointment for me. Which is all good, actually, since I refuse to try and trim my hair for fear of it going beyond repair.

Next subject. The whole title of this particular piece actually does have a context, despite it seeming to be completely random. Well, it is completely random nonetheless, but that does not erase the fact that it still does have a context. This context was during dinner time (hence the whole hot dog part). Actually, to be more precise, after dinner.
I was staring at the hot dog on my plate, considering what it would be like to be a cow, when my middle brother, Jazzy, said, "Are you alright? You look depressed. Is that hot dog getting you down?" Which I laughed at, of course. I told him to get along and that I would be down to watch our movie when I had finished eating the unfortunate piece of meet. I told him it could be awhile. He laughed.

Alright, well, and a parting little quote for you all to take a stab at. "You said that you would die for me. You must live for me, too." Okay, and also, the hint: it's lyrics. Have fun!

Peculiar People

While looking up bizarre holidays, I discovered that my birthday, January 10th, is on Peculiar People Day.

Coincidence?

I'm thinking not so much.

I kinda like it. Another ironic thing is that my half birthday (July 10th), happens to be on Clerihew Day. Edmund Clerihew Bently was some sort of odd poet, who happens to be rather funny.

Don't worry, Edmund! We can be peculiar together! Oh, dear. You don't like that idea much? Well, then. Fine. Be that way. I'll be peculiar By. My. Self. That's right, be jealous.

Mwahahahaach cha coughs, coughs, coughs

I'm sorry, dear, did you say something?

No, nothing.

Mmm...

Weird Look

Alright, I'm done. Have a jolly Pop Goes The Weasel Day.

P.S. The web page design for the Bizarre American Holidays website is terrible! Please, do me a favor, and if you need a website design, hire someone else.