I don't feel like greeting you today, so I shall just dive into my post. Isn't that nice of me?
Anyway, first off: Water park was amazing! (I don't think I mentioned this in my blog, but I did talk about it a bit in my Vlog. Search Parasiticpadawan in Youtube to see it.) Pretty much, I went to this huge water park with a couple of my friends and it was THE BEST THING EVER! (Well, maybe not the best, but still. It was fun.) I didn't even got that sunburned, which made me a good deal happier than it really should. However, I think that the sunburn is doing something strange to my sleeping schedule. I've been waking up at 10 (am) for the past two days and no, I have not been staying up to outrageous hours of the morning. Maybe the sunburn is sucking my energy or something... We live in a very strange world.
Here's another (rather unfortunate) part of our strange world. This strange part is called... [gulp] [whispers] lemons... [normal tone of voice] No, not the citrus. If you don't know what a lemon is, disregard this part of the post and ask the nearest otaku you can find. At any rate, I had the unfortunate experience of reading an unmarked lemon a couple of days ago. I had accidentally read what I thought was a lemon sometime around Christmas break or so. Now that I've read a full blown lemon (accidentally, accidentally!), I know that the story that I had read before was no lemon. I feel... dirty now. I mean seriously, why oh why do people write these things? To be perfectly honest, I feel like I read Make Out Paradise (Jiraya's books from Naruto). Yes, it really was that bad... Here's hint: DON'T READ LEMONS! And if you do write them (which I sincerely hope that you do not) please, for the sanity and innocence of your readers, MARK THEM.
I'm done now...
Ok, next on my list of things to talk about is my tendency to talk to inanimate objects. I present to the jury this situation:
I walk into my room looking for a sharpie. After examining the last place I saw my sharpie and finding only a pen in its place, I say to the pen, "You are not a sharpie." Continuing on to my floor, I find my pencil case, the logical next place to search for a sharpie. This object is greeted with, "That's a pencil case." I open the pencil case, find a sharpie and say to it, "You are a sharpie."
Insanity? Maybe, but it is rather fun.
Finally, I only wish to reference Jen's more recent blog posts about seeing Psycho and our finding of the Naruto birds. Those little puff balls kind of made my day.
I'll probably put up another Vlog in a couple of hours. Good night.
Tuesday, June 29, 2010
Tuesday, June 22, 2010
Life in China: Part 1
So, who wants to hear about the Yucatan?!
[Now I'm going to pretend that I heard a very enthusiastic, affirmative reply.]
The format that I am going to use for this particular post is that I'm just going to tell stories as they come into my head. Here are the basics about the trip:
We went to China, Campeche, Mexico (As in, China [city] Campeche [province] Mexico [country]. Just thought I ought to clear this up. I didn't acctually go to China. At any rate, on to the random stories.
Story One: Bus Adventures Part 1
If there is one thing that I love about my Youth Group leaders, it's that they're pretty flexible. How do I know this, you ask? Well, they let my friend Mack and I ride from Cancun to China on top of the seats. Mack had a ninja thing going, with most of her weight on one seat, and her foot stretched across to another. I chose to sit sidesaddle on mine. Suffice it to say that the seats were boring.
Also, my friend Robin and I began singing songs from The Lion King (We often do this on church trips.) In very short order, Sean, a kid my age that I've known since 6th grade or so, yelled at us to stop. Come to think of it, he did the same thing on the Ski trip when we started singing... Maybe he just has no appreciation for good music... (Jk, Sean. Jk.)
Story Two: Hammock Tales
When my church goes to the Yucatan, we sleep in hammocks. I have a rather epic one of my own by my couch currently, waiting to be hung up. At any rate, during the period of rest between dying in the heat working and VBS, my group (Robin, Sierra, Beth, and Mack) hung out in the living room, squished into Beth and Mack's hammocks. This is also extended to the night, when we would hang out and watch the june bugs run into the fan after dinner. During this particular incident, I believe that Sierra and Beth were in Beth's hammock and I was in Mack's, with Mack (who couldn't see the floor, by the way). Robin was on the floor. The incident went something like this:
Robin: I'm hoooot.
Beth: [Opens up full water bottle and dumps the contents on Robin's stomach]
Robin: Gaaah!
Mack: Did Beth just throw up on Robin?
[Laughter]
Yeah, we're special...
We also rigged up bunk hammocks and played Scum in them. These bunk hammocks lead to our next story:
Story Three: MY TAILBONE!
This one is fairly short. Mack didn't retie the knot on my hammock tight enough, and so when she sat in it, it feel down and her tail bone was sad.
Story Four: A Blast From The Past, or I Forgot To Put This At The Beginning
There were two inside jokes that ran through this mission trip that began the night before at Sierra's house.
1. I'm in Pineapple...
The Explanation: I was getting up, Beth trips me, and I go sprawling out across the floor. I reach for Sierra's washing machine and try to say, "I'm in pain!" but it came out "I'm in pineapple..."
2. My body is sad...
The Explanation: A quote from a show Beth likes that was quoted through out the entire trip.
Story Five: Gold One!
There was a gold slug bug that was on the same corner every day and it never moved. People were slugged for it every day multiple times. 'Nuff said.
Of course, there are more, but I'll write some more tomorrow.
Have a fantastic day, my comrades in arms!
[Now I'm going to pretend that I heard a very enthusiastic, affirmative reply.]
The format that I am going to use for this particular post is that I'm just going to tell stories as they come into my head. Here are the basics about the trip:
We went to China, Campeche, Mexico (As in, China [city] Campeche [province] Mexico [country]. Just thought I ought to clear this up. I didn't acctually go to China. At any rate, on to the random stories.
Story One: Bus Adventures Part 1
If there is one thing that I love about my Youth Group leaders, it's that they're pretty flexible. How do I know this, you ask? Well, they let my friend Mack and I ride from Cancun to China on top of the seats. Mack had a ninja thing going, with most of her weight on one seat, and her foot stretched across to another. I chose to sit sidesaddle on mine. Suffice it to say that the seats were boring.
Also, my friend Robin and I began singing songs from The Lion King (We often do this on church trips.) In very short order, Sean, a kid my age that I've known since 6th grade or so, yelled at us to stop. Come to think of it, he did the same thing on the Ski trip when we started singing... Maybe he just has no appreciation for good music... (Jk, Sean. Jk.)
Story Two: Hammock Tales
When my church goes to the Yucatan, we sleep in hammocks. I have a rather epic one of my own by my couch currently, waiting to be hung up. At any rate, during the period of rest between dying in the heat working and VBS, my group (Robin, Sierra, Beth, and Mack) hung out in the living room, squished into Beth and Mack's hammocks. This is also extended to the night, when we would hang out and watch the june bugs run into the fan after dinner. During this particular incident, I believe that Sierra and Beth were in Beth's hammock and I was in Mack's, with Mack (who couldn't see the floor, by the way). Robin was on the floor. The incident went something like this:
Robin: I'm hoooot.
Beth: [Opens up full water bottle and dumps the contents on Robin's stomach]
Robin: Gaaah!
Mack: Did Beth just throw up on Robin?
[Laughter]
Yeah, we're special...
We also rigged up bunk hammocks and played Scum in them. These bunk hammocks lead to our next story:
Story Three: MY TAILBONE!
This one is fairly short. Mack didn't retie the knot on my hammock tight enough, and so when she sat in it, it feel down and her tail bone was sad.
Story Four: A Blast From The Past, or I Forgot To Put This At The Beginning
There were two inside jokes that ran through this mission trip that began the night before at Sierra's house.
1. I'm in Pineapple...
The Explanation: I was getting up, Beth trips me, and I go sprawling out across the floor. I reach for Sierra's washing machine and try to say, "I'm in pain!" but it came out "I'm in pineapple..."
2. My body is sad...
The Explanation: A quote from a show Beth likes that was quoted through out the entire trip.
Story Five: Gold One!
There was a gold slug bug that was on the same corner every day and it never moved. People were slugged for it every day multiple times. 'Nuff said.
Of course, there are more, but I'll write some more tomorrow.
Have a fantastic day, my comrades in arms!
Thursday, June 10, 2010
I'm Not Dead Yet!
I don't really feel like posting the no doubt forthcoming huge long post about my 10 day long Mission trip to the Yucatan just now... So I'll summarize it for you:
1. Aaaaaaand... It's awkward (We're done, It's Weird, etc.)
2. Participating in the murder of various bugs
3. Writing an Ode to Tuna
4. Dropping a cinder block on my leg
5. Getting to work on the roof
6. Almost dying multiple times
7. Nico drives like a mad man
8. Deep conversations in hammocks late at night/bunk hammocks (BEST THINGS EVER!)
9. Resort in Cancun rocks!
10. GOLD ONE! (Referring to Slug Bugs)
And that's aaall she wrote. :D
Moving on now...
And now, for our main attraction:
1. Aaaaaaand... It's awkward (We're done, It's Weird, etc.)
2. Participating in the murder of various bugs
3. Writing an Ode to Tuna
4. Dropping a cinder block on my leg
5. Getting to work on the roof
6. Almost dying multiple times
7. Nico drives like a mad man
8. Deep conversations in hammocks late at night/bunk hammocks (BEST THINGS EVER!)
9. Resort in Cancun rocks!
10. GOLD ONE! (Referring to Slug Bugs)
And that's aaall she wrote. :D
Moving on now...
And now, for our main attraction:
*~ Dora's Survival Guide ~*
(An idea stolen from Jen *I's loves you!*)
1. Dora needs to stop asking 6 year old kids for directions and get a GPS.
I'm going to presume this talking about Dora the Explorer and try not to become insulted.
2. Dora needs improvement.
... I am now left speechless. Oh, hello gutter. How's it going?
3. Dora needs glasses.
Dora has glasses, thanks for the concern, though.
4. Dora needs to channel Madea and his real mom too.
Eh? Who is this Madea and why does he have a fake mom (For starters) and why am I channeling him?
5. Dora needs a home.
Yeah, and according to this Craig's List add I'm a pregnant rabbit. We can't always trust what we read.
6. Dora needs a stylist.
Gee, thanks Internet. Love you too.
7. Dora needs to clean up all the garbage on the seafront and in the sea using her vacuum.
Vacuums work in sand? And underwater? Amazing! I guess you learn something new every day!
8. Dora needs to become a tween like GI Joe needs to become gay.
I... am kind of speechless. I just... I have nothing to say, m'k? Absolutely nothing (As I keep talking...)
9. Dora needs to complete her quests.
That reminds me, I haven't been on Runescape in forever...
10. Dora needs summer.
Well, I am rather fond of summer...
And that's just with my nickname. A few selections from my real name:
Dorothea needs to meet new people.
Probably true, I suppose.
Instead of brood over her losses, Dorothea needs to face those who would make less of her contributions and stand up for her accomplishments.
I don't even want to know...
Dorothea needs work.
I'm a minor...
Though Alfred pays lip service to Dorothea's needs, his escapades in the middle of the night, worship of her sister Alice, reliance... [etc.]
... And again ... And again ... [etc.]
Dorothea needs to learn that Joe is gonna live with them and stuff!
Who the heck is Joe and why do I care?
Dorothea needs power, capital and, to some extent, freedom.
I has some of all of the above.
Dorothea needs someone to marry her sister Rose to keep the girl away from her opium- supplying boyfriend, Fraser.
Dorothea's sister has sucky taste.
And now I'm done with another pointless post. You may return to your lives.
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