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Sunday, February 3, 2013

Best Friends

*Disclaimer- I did not write this list, I just found it on the information super highway. After you read this you may wonder who my best friend is. My only friend that fits this description is my friend Jane. WE have known her family for many years and I love her dearly. Enjoy!

FRIENDS: Never ask for food.
BEST FRIENDS: Are the reasons you have no food.FRIENDS: Call your parents Mr/MrsBEST FRIENDS: Call your parents DAD/MOMFRIENDS: Would bail you out of jail and tell you what you did was wrong.BEST FRIENDS: Would sit next to you saying "Dang ... we messed up ... but man that was fun" FRIENDS: Never seen you cry.BEST FRIENDS: Have a wet shoulder from your tearsFRIENDS: Borrow your stuff for a few days then give it backBEST FRIENDS: Keep your stuff so long they forget its yours.FRIENDS: Know a few things about you.BEST FRIENDS: Could write a book about you with direct quotes from you. FRIENDS: Will leave you behind if that is what the crowd is doing.BEST FRIENDS: Will kick the whole crowd that left you. FRIENDS: Would knock on your front door.
BEST FRIENDS: Walk right in and say "I'M HOME  

Wednesday, January 30, 2013


Band. If you have never taken part in a band class (not guitars, drums and lead vocals, but rather, woodwinds, brass and percussion.) then I am here to attempt to describe the warm, fuzzy feeling instilled in one by band. You always know you can count on those students whom opt to play in your average middle or high school band. Although the concerts are deplorable (at least ours are), the feeling of being a part of something can not be taken away, no matter how off-key that one kid is. In the classes leading up to the concert as warm up and chat with your section you feel a certain excited apprehension. As the band director yells at you to please be quiet and you feel that sinking sensation, we're never going to be ready for the concert but you smile in spite of yourself because band is just so darn fun, that you don't care.

Passionately yours, 
P.S. For more positive testimony's of band check out the blog Barking Spiders.

Sunday, October 21, 2012

An Apologie and A Story

       Well, first, I know I haven't posted for *1, 2, 3,4 5* 5 months! And, I'm sorry. We moved houses and our internet has been down for 3 months. I have no valid excuse for the first 2 months.... Sorry... and here is what transpired on the eve of October 21. Enjoy the craziness of my family....

       To start I will tell you this, I love frozen yogurt. It is my guilty pleasure. So as we were driving down Railroad Ave., me seeing that there was a new frozen yogurt place I naturally said: "Hey, look! Red Berry!" Lo and behold my mom stops the car in the middle of the road and rolls down my  window.
"Say it." She says as if I'm supposed to know that the heck that means. As I stare in utter confusion, mom rolls down her window "HEY!! LOOK--"
"Shut up!!!!" I screamed back, the 3 guys smoking on the apartment patio wave, disscombobulated (best word ever!). *face palm* Yes, true story.

See Y'all Later!

P.S. Read the Maximum Ride series by James Patterson. *in Doofensmirtz voice* You won't be sordd-y!!!

Wednesday, May 30, 2012


Okay, so, apparently I have to write about what I learned in studying linguistics today. If you have absolutely no interest in what I am about to say, I will not be hurt if you go check your stocks, do your homework, or do what ever it is you do.

Well, to day I was learning about various English "versions" of the language. The book says they prefer the word "versions" but I like the word "dialects" better. It's less vague. Anyhoo, I learned that, one researcher went into a lower, middle, and upper class department store (all of which were in the heart of New [New x 15 ;)] York City and had shoe departments on the fourth floor.) asked clerks from each where the shoes were. He noticed (he was recording it) that the lower class store had the least r-fulness (the use of the letter r in a word, based off of the common Brooklyn-ese dialect which eliminates post-vocalic [I know, weird word right? But it's real and it means related to being after a vowel] r's in many words. I.e. Get in the ca' as apposed to Get in the car.) while the upper class had the most.

If you haven't drifted off by now, you are a stronger person that I. :) See you Friday for my next lingu post. (Maybe...:P) 

Monday, April 30, 2012

Science and Faith by The Script

Okay, here is another little story shuffle I wrote. If you have heard the song, you will see that I quoted it many times.

P.S. Newkirk trailing off just signifies Deryn's boredom, he did not just forget to finish the sentence.

“How can you say that?” Deryn asked incredulously. Deryn and Alek were sitting in Deryn’s room, having a heavy conversation about the furthest constellations of their souls.
     “You won’t find faith or hope down a telescope, you won’t find heart and soul in the stars. You can break everything down to chemicals but you can’t explain a love like ours.” Alek said while he stared into Deryn’s ever incredulous eyes.
    “Always the softy, you” She had tried to push evolution as the obvious conclusion of the start, but it had been for her own amusement, saying love was an illusion of the hopeless heart. But then he had gone and said something that just knocked her dead.
   “It’s the way we feel, yeah this is real.” Alek whispered just as Newkirk barged in.
   “A house full‘a ninny’s” Deryn muttered as she saw the truth behind what Alek had just said.
   “See you at dinner, Deryn.” Alek said as he walked out the door, interrupted by Newkirk.
   “What are you doing here anyway?” Deryn snapped crossly at Newkirk.
   “Oh, um well, Dr. Barlow says………..”