A cappella

A cappella groups are amazing. The way people can use just their voices for all the different instruments, I don't understand. Earlier I was watching The Sing-off, which I love, and everyone on the show is great. If I had to choose, it would be hard to choose who to kick off. This one group, the Whiffenpoofs, has this one dude with a really crazy voice. Like, I didn't expect it to come from him because he's this little white guy, but I guess he's a crazy guy. But, they got kicked off so I don't get to hear him anymore:(  I like a lot of groups, I don't really have a favorite yet. I really wish I could sing a cappella, though. It would be so cool :)

me feel dumb

Today was one of those days where I repeatedly did the dumbest things.

      

     I'm not really sure what was up with me. My off-day began this morning, when I went out to my mom's van to begin the process of removing the ice from the windshield so I could drive to school. I turned the car on, but didn't have the engine running, then got out to run and grab the water hose. Immediately after I closed the car door, I realized it was locked, with the keys in the ignition. Are you kidding me? Who does that? I barely got my license and I already made the stupidest mistake. My first thought was Ugh, now I have to tell Mom and she's gonna tell me how stupid I am. I sucked it up and told her. Her response: *irritated* "Ohmigod, how'd you do that?" I really donn't even know how it happened, because I didn't purposely lock it. 

      From there it my blondeness continued it's streak.

  

      Luckily my older brother had copy of the key, and I unlocked the door. I used the hose to get the ice off the windshield, but when I sprayed I didn't realize I was also spraying myself. Fortunately it dried quickly. I also later learned that I never turned off the hose. Apparently I don't know which direction to turn the knob-thingy. :P

      Then, once I finally got everything sorted out and ready to go, I got stopped by the tiniest little train, like the one with only one box car or something. Idk. Anyway, it's like really? Really. Since I'm not really used to the fog (I'll blame that) I got confused and missed this one turn that's right before the end of the street, and so I took a minute longer to get to the parking lot. Needless to say, I made my little brother and me late. I'm making it a plan to get up earlier.

      Oh yeah, and the last thing, which was also embarrassing, is after school. I came home, realizing that I had to parallel park, squeezing in between two cars with the van. Well, it's not easy for me, let's just say that. I need more practice. Let's just say I had issues today, leaving me begging my mom to help me park. What's even sadder is I needed my brother to help me yesterday, and I was all ready today, only to fail miserably. I'll do better next time. ;)

       Man, I feel dumb.

 

huh, that's weird

It's really weird how we can full-on dream when we're awake. Like today, in Mrs. Mello's class, we had just taken a vocab test and were reading or whatever. It was really boring and quiet, so eventually I got tired of reading and started to daydream. It was hard to stay awake, and before I knew it I was thinking some weird thoughts. I imagined myself riding around in a giant coconut, which for some reason was a very pleasant thought. I just kept dreaming until I forgot I was in the class, which seemed like a long time, but was probably only a couple minutes. That always happens. Oh yeah, zabuelhaj interrupted my pleasant coconut dream.with his loud coughing. Although it's probably good, because that's the only thing that was keeping me awake. Although his cough isn't that bad compared to this girl that sits behind me in my first period. She has the worst cough EVER. Ew. I can't stop sneezing. And the roopf of my mouth is itchy.

lameness

Ugh. Today I had detention from a tardy sweep a couple weeks ago, which of course I'd get as I'm late to first period like all the time (it's not my fault :P). So I was picking up trash in the windy-coldness after school for half an hour. Oh yeah, my brother was there too, since he was late with me. It was soo boring. But at least I didn't have to stay for the full hour. That's the only good thing. Anyway, that's my boringness that I felt like complaining/sharing since I have really nothing else to say right now. This is lame.

I really don't understand..

Can someone please tell me what the point of yelling at the TV while watching sports is? Because I really don't get it. Right now the Giants game is on, and that means my dad is randomly yelling at the top of his lungs. He gets REALLY into it. Or sometimes he'll do this disturbing cackle, if that's what it'd be considered, when someone makes a play/call horrible beyond belief (I'm just assuming, because I don't know why else someone would make such a horrific noise lol). Screaming at the TV is just so unnecessary, because 1) You sound retarded 2) You look retarded 3) It's annoying for people who have to hear it  and 4) NO ONE ON THE TV CAN HEAR YOU! Some people just don't understand...

sucks for mee

So basically, on Monday I completely embarrassed myself on my way to my fourth period class. I was striding along at the quick pace it takes in order to get from the 20 wing to field house on time when my shoelaces began to bug me. They were really long because I had stolen them from my brother, so they weren't for my shoes. As I walked outside down the 50 wing, I started to trip but caught myself. "That would have sucked if I fell just now," I thought to myself. I continued and once I was by the 70 wing somehow my feet got caught in my shoelaces and I tripped, completely wiping out. Heavy books flying. Me wearing a skirt. There were a bunch of people around, and it seems like for some reason there were mostly guys. I may or may not have flashed my underwear. I'm just gonna hope I didn't. If I did, good thing I wore underwear that day;) just kidding. Anyway, some people asked me if I was okay and this guy offered to walk me to the office, but I was too embarrassed to be walking with anyone right then. To make matters worse, I almost tripped again on my way to the office. The worst part of all this, though, is the pain from the injury I got. I scraped my knees up super bad and they burn like fire. Plus I hurt my arm and hip. Needless to say, I switched my shoelaces when I got home. What I learned, though, is even though green shoelaces are cool, you should wear the shoelaces that are the right length for your shoes. Or suffer the consequences. :P

NSD plz

Lately I feel like I don't have time to really relax. Whether it's going to school, doing homework, just thinking about what I have to do gives me the urge to jump in  my bed and pretend it's Saturday. Even when I'm not doing anything I have thoughts bouncing around in my mind, so I can't be completely chill. I've tried that emptying my mind of thoughts before, but how do you do that if your telling yourself to empty your mind of thoughts? My mind still wanders. Anyway, I also feel like my days are somewhat repetitive. Hopefully I can find a way to change it up soon. We should have a National Sleep Day, like now. Everyone could use some more sleep. I'm so tired. Earlier I was trying to study for my history quiz and I started to fall asleep, but it was that weird in between, like half-asleep. I felt like I was kinda sleeping but I could hear the music from the radio and was thinking these weird delusional thoughts. I opened my eyes and was so confused because I was like "was I sleeping?" I can't really explain it. Anyways..

promise beneath the crunch

So earlier my mom and brother caught me off guard practically dissing my baking skills. How dare they. I'm an awesome baker ;) . Just because a few days ago my best friend and I found a recipe for fudge brownies online and they came out rock-hard. Lol. You could practically taste the promise beneath all the crunching. It was funny though, because we kept joking about how you could knock someone out by throwing one of our brownies at them. It was especially funny when we talked about throwing them at Mrs. Mellow (haha, just kidding). But anyways, maybe I've just been off a little bit. I don't know why, but what my mom and brother said to me kinda annoyed me. Just a little ;). I told my brother if he doesn't like it, he can do his own baking. Ha. :)

life is like fried chicken

Well I finished my poem from today so I decided to put it up. Here it is:

Life is spicy

my life is like fried chicken

I am tasting it

Yes I am biting 

delicious bits and pieces of dreams

They melt in my mouth

How the spice tingles my senses

in the way 

Of desired fantasies

Till I accomplish 

goals and aspirations

Of my life

With one lick

I savor the emotions

Fried chicken is delicious

cupcakes, cupcakes

Soo I have this book full of cupcake recipes, but I haven't actually used it. How can this be?? Well I've actually made cupcakes from it before with my best friend, but it was the library version, not my version. This one's all mine. lol The book's called Cupcakes! From the Cake Mix Doctor. Anyway, it has all kinds of delicious recipes, plus muffins and celebration cupcakes. Every recipe calls for a cake mix in the ingredients list, and that's for a shortcut. My favorites that I've made so far though would have to be the Cinnamon Toast and the Peanut Butter Surprise cupcakes. The Cinnamon toast is a yellow, cinnamon-y cupcake with a yummy cinnamon cream cheese frosting, and the cupcake is light and fluffy as a cloud. The Peanut Butter Surprises are peanut butter cakes with decadent chocolate buttercream, chopped Reese's Peanut Butter Cups on top, and a Hershey's Kiss hidden inside (that's my favorite cupcake so far). There's just so many cupcakes left unbaked, though. I gotta try them all. I love cupcakes.

Witness

So I had this weird dream last night. I'm walking down the street through some neighborhood by myself, because supposedly my friend is going to meet me later. I'm walking, and all of a sudden there's a commotion. I glance to my right and see a guy and girl probably only a couple years older than me in a heated argument. As quickly as it starts the arguing escalates to assault, and the guy is hitting the girl. She tries to defend herself, but he is obviously more powerful. I don't know what to do, but before I know it I'm turning towards the couple. "Leave her alone! She doesn't deserve to be treated like that," I yell at the guy. He looks angry, and says something back before pulling out a gun. Panicked, I turn around and start running before my back feels funny. I think I've been shot, and the only thing I can think is to get on the ground and act like it. Hopefully the guy will leave me alone and my friend will see that I'm in trouble. But my friend doesn't find me. Actually, at this point, the dream turns weirder and doesn't really make sense. Anyway, when I woke up the dream made me think. When we witness something cruel, like teen dating abuse, shouldn't we do something? In my dream, if I had just walked by without saying anything, I would have felt horrible, even if it only lasted in my dream. It's worth it to use your voice in these situations, and I doubt something as extreme as getting shot at would happen. Even if it did, at least it would be from greatness.

Buttered bread is not fried chicken

Sometimes I just chill and wonder about things. For instance, why does hair just plop off our heads and lazily lay on clothes and the floor when it could just as easily be gathered into a weird little hairy-friend named Bob? Of course now I find a random hair on my shirt as I'm writing this. But I wonder about other things too. Like why every bizarre food tastes like chicken. Why? Does everyone imagine chicken when they're eating something weird? I also want to know why Tyra Banks thinks that buttered bread with salt and pepper tastes just like fried chicken. Because it so doesn't. It tastes like buttered bread with salt and pepper. And what's the deal with bedbugs? I keep hearing about them and all I know is they're tiny little freaks and they haven't gotten me. Sometimes wondering about random stuff is great because it can get an idea going, and then you work towards it, but other times not so much. For me, I get distracted effortlessly by my thoughts. Anyway, maybe I'll get answers to my questions. Hopefully. Otherwise I'll just keep thinking about everything...