I've always wanted to go to an Ugly Sweater Party.
The name is pretty self-explanatory: everyone wears the ugliest sweater they can find. (Genius, right?) The person with the ugliest sweater wins. I'm not sure if it's much of a 'win' though, seeing as everyone thought you were the ugliest... But you get the idea.
We could spend the rest of the party playing dumb games like Telepictionary, The Hat Game, etc. (Apples to Apples looks interesting.)
We could also play games like Personal Trivia Baseball and Sorts and Mingle, which would give us all a chance to get to know each other better.
We could also make s'mores and tell some of our favorite memories. Basically, the party would be pretty chill. And it would let us all learn more about each other and become closer friends. I think it could be really really fun.
Monday, December 17, 2012
Sunday, December 16, 2012
The Job Before My Real Job
I've always thought that working at Disneyland would be cool. Especially being one of the princesses there. That would be so much fun. I mean, you get paid to wear a beautiful dress and act like royalty. Totes ideal.
I'd want to be Rapunzel or Cinderella. Rapunzel because I admire her adventurous curiosity and her enthusiasm to explore. Cinderella because- I mean, she's Cinderella. She's like the princess, you know?
Also, there's the bonus of Flynn Rider and Prince Charming.
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| Hopefully, the Flynn at Disneyland bears some resemblance to Zachary Levi who voiced the character. |
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| And Prince Charming along the lines of Joshua Dallas. |
Saturday, December 8, 2012
Seasonal Depression
So apparently, I have seasonal depression. Yes, it's a real thing. --> http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Seasonal_affective_disorder
This is probably the reason why I hate Christmas. December is just a depressing month for me. I used to love Christmas, but now I hate it. It's rather sad really. It's not that I don't like presents or stuff like that, I just don't like Christmas.
This is quite difficult for me seeing as most of my friends love (like really really love) Christmas. And they love Christmas music, which is the bane of my existence. I cannot stand Christmas music, with the exception of a few of Michael Buble's songs and Justin Bieber's Mistletoe.
I'm not a fan of Christmas lights and decorations, either. I don't know what it is about Christmas trees and lighted reindeer that irks me, but I am very irked.
This is probably the reason why I hate Christmas. December is just a depressing month for me. I used to love Christmas, but now I hate it. It's rather sad really. It's not that I don't like presents or stuff like that, I just don't like Christmas.
This is quite difficult for me seeing as most of my friends love (like really really love) Christmas. And they love Christmas music, which is the bane of my existence. I cannot stand Christmas music, with the exception of a few of Michael Buble's songs and Justin Bieber's Mistletoe.
I'm not a fan of Christmas lights and decorations, either. I don't know what it is about Christmas trees and lighted reindeer that irks me, but I am very irked.
Sunday, December 2, 2012
Thinking time!
Okay, people. Put on your thinking caps; it's go time.
But it's not the good kind of thinking; it's the bad kind of thinking that makes you get all nostalgic and reflective. (Unless you like that kind of thinking. I sure don't.)
Are you afraid to show people the real you? If so, what's stopping you from being yourself? Are you afraid of being rejecting? Afraid of being typecast? Or are you just afraid of being different and unique?
When was the last time you were yourself? I mean, really you. The person that you are inside. It's easy to be yourself when you're alone. When there's nobody to judge you. Nobody to make remarks about you. When there's no need to feel embarrassed. No need to feel restricted. But when was the last time you were yourself when you weren't alone?
What was the situation? Did someone ask for your help or advice? Were you just hanging out and having fun? How did they react? Were they shocked? Welcoming? Nonchalant? How did you react? Were you happy with yourself? Do you regret it?
Are you yourself when you're with your friends? With your parents? What about when you're with people that you don't know very well? When you're around your crush?
So after you've answered those painfully contemplative questions... Enjoy this video. I swear, it'll never get old.
But it's not the good kind of thinking; it's the bad kind of thinking that makes you get all nostalgic and reflective. (Unless you like that kind of thinking. I sure don't.)
Are you afraid to show people the real you? If so, what's stopping you from being yourself? Are you afraid of being rejecting? Afraid of being typecast? Or are you just afraid of being different and unique?
When was the last time you were yourself? I mean, really you. The person that you are inside. It's easy to be yourself when you're alone. When there's nobody to judge you. Nobody to make remarks about you. When there's no need to feel embarrassed. No need to feel restricted. But when was the last time you were yourself when you weren't alone?
What was the situation? Did someone ask for your help or advice? Were you just hanging out and having fun? How did they react? Were they shocked? Welcoming? Nonchalant? How did you react? Were you happy with yourself? Do you regret it?
Are you yourself when you're with your friends? With your parents? What about when you're with people that you don't know very well? When you're around your crush?
So after you've answered those painfully contemplative questions... Enjoy this video. I swear, it'll never get old.
Sunday, November 18, 2012
WHY IS HE SO PERFECT.
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| ASDFGHJKL. HIS SMILE. |
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| I JUST CAN'T. |
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| HIS HAIR. |
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| ARE YOU KIDDING ME. |
Andrew Russell Garfield. Oh goodness. Even his name is brilliant. He's just so.... Perfect. I mean, look at him. It is physically impossible for him to look anything but amazing. And he's so darned awkward; it's adorable.
I am a tad obsessed. And his British accent doesn't help my plight.
To paraphrase Usher, "On a scale from 1-10, he's a certified 20."
Friday, November 9, 2012
Young Wrikis
(Continuing Madeline's)
. . . a sleeping lion! Not at all like the mountain lions he often saw in this part of the woods; but a real lion!
Theodore had no clue what to think; an African lion was sitting sleeping right there, right before him! 'How could this be possible?' he asked himself as he backed up slowly, trying not to wake the sleeping beast.
'Just relax,' he told himself. He had already made it about twenty paces away from the lion when the little brown owl decided to try to perch itself on his shoulder. He grunted in pain as the talons of the owl dug into his skin. Theodore shook the owl off with great force. The owl flew away past the horizon as blood began to trickle down out of Theodore's shoulder. The small droplets that fell to the forest floor were enough to catch the attention of the monstrous animal in front of him.
The lion, still sleeping, sniffed the air mightily; as if soaking in the scent of Theodore's blood. After what seemed like hours, the lion outstretched his front legs and yawned. He swung his tail up and down, rattling the ground with each impact.
Theodore stood very still. He must find a way to escape waking the lion any further. He took a deep breath and carefully lifted his left foot off the ground, rustling a leaf or two as he did so.
The lion pricked his ears up and lifted his head. He began to stand up, but his legs buckled under the weight of his large body. Theodore stood still as a statue, not daring to breath nor blink. The lion roared ferociously and tried again to stand; his legs failed for the second time.
Not wanting to approach the beast, Theodore examined the lion from afar. It had several large scars across its back. Theodore was focusing so intently on the constellations of scars that he almost didn't hear a voice calling his name.
'Theodore. Theodore, come closer.'
"Who.. Who's there?" he called timidly as he turned around and scanned the forest for any signs of life. "Show thyself!"
'There's no need to fret, my child.'
"I said, show thyself!"
'Theodore, look at me.'
"Where are you?"
'Look at me.'
"I don't know where you are.."
"I said look at me!" the voice roared from somewhere behind Theodore.
Theodore spun around to look at the lion. The lion had regained its strength, and was now standing tall.
"Now that wasn't so hard, was it?" the lion asked plainly with a grin on his face.
. . . a sleeping lion! Not at all like the mountain lions he often saw in this part of the woods; but a real lion!
Theodore had no clue what to think; an African lion was sitting sleeping right there, right before him! 'How could this be possible?' he asked himself as he backed up slowly, trying not to wake the sleeping beast.
'Just relax,' he told himself. He had already made it about twenty paces away from the lion when the little brown owl decided to try to perch itself on his shoulder. He grunted in pain as the talons of the owl dug into his skin. Theodore shook the owl off with great force. The owl flew away past the horizon as blood began to trickle down out of Theodore's shoulder. The small droplets that fell to the forest floor were enough to catch the attention of the monstrous animal in front of him.
The lion, still sleeping, sniffed the air mightily; as if soaking in the scent of Theodore's blood. After what seemed like hours, the lion outstretched his front legs and yawned. He swung his tail up and down, rattling the ground with each impact.
Theodore stood very still. He must find a way to escape waking the lion any further. He took a deep breath and carefully lifted his left foot off the ground, rustling a leaf or two as he did so.
The lion pricked his ears up and lifted his head. He began to stand up, but his legs buckled under the weight of his large body. Theodore stood still as a statue, not daring to breath nor blink. The lion roared ferociously and tried again to stand; his legs failed for the second time.
Not wanting to approach the beast, Theodore examined the lion from afar. It had several large scars across its back. Theodore was focusing so intently on the constellations of scars that he almost didn't hear a voice calling his name.
'Theodore. Theodore, come closer.'
"Who.. Who's there?" he called timidly as he turned around and scanned the forest for any signs of life. "Show thyself!"
'There's no need to fret, my child.'
"I said, show thyself!"
'Theodore, look at me.'
"Where are you?"
'Look at me.'
"I don't know where you are.."
"I said look at me!" the voice roared from somewhere behind Theodore.
Theodore spun around to look at the lion. The lion had regained its strength, and was now standing tall.
"Now that wasn't so hard, was it?" the lion asked plainly with a grin on his face.
Saturday, November 3, 2012
This blog's pretty swanky now, huh?
Ok, you guys. I just spent over two hours fixing and customizing every detail of my blog, so I'm quite exhausted. Bear with me as I tell you some of the corniest jokes I've ever heard. The answers are in the comments.
- Why didn't the skeleton cross the road?
- What do you get when you cross a bug, a dog, and a rug?
4. What has four wheels and flies?
5. Did you hear about that guy in the car accident who lost his entire left side?
6. What do you call a bear without an ear?
P.S. Since I have a lame post, I'm gonna let you guys in on a little secret. If you Google "elgoog" it'll take you to a site that's like the mirror image of Google.
P.P.S. One more thing, it's scientifically proven that if you say 'gullible' really slowly, it sounds like 'orange'.
Friday, October 26, 2012
14 Confessions (one for every year)
1. I am a tad obsessed with guys' middle names. If a guy has a cute middle name, like Christian or Ryan for instance, I will like him about 500% more.
2. I am extremely terrified of beluga whales. I don't even really know why, but they're super scary!
3. I wish I wasn't so tall, because 50% of the guys that I like are 5' 7".
4. I am prone to severe (self-diagnosed) RLS.
5. I have CDO. It's like OCD, but all the letters are in alphabetical order like they should be.
6. I am almost always hungry. Usually for popcorn.
7. I don't get insecure, but I don't really think of myself as being pretty.
8. I wish I wasn't so shy and awkward. I can't even ask for more ketchup without hyperventilating.
9. (This isn't really a confession because I'm pretty sure all of you guys know this) I am in love with a 41-year-old man that goes by the name Jeremy Renner.
10. Sometimes when I get bored, I dream up ridiculous scenarios that will never happen. For example: Ed Sheeran moves in next door so I give him a muffin basket as a welcoming gift. I flip my hair and overwhelm him, so falls in love with me. ...Pretty basic stuff.
11. I can quote every single episode of Hannah Montana, Suite Life of Zack and Cody, Suite Life on Deck and Phineas and Ferb.
12. I know every line in the movies Curious George, Toy Story ( 1, 2 and 3), the Avengers, Bambi II, Fantastic Mister Fox, and Flushed Away. (Actually, I can quote at least one line from every single movie I've ever watched, and I don't know why.)
13. I love/hate listening to songs that make me cry.
14. I wish all of my friends were obsessed with One Direction so we would never run out of things to talk about.
2. I am extremely terrified of beluga whales. I don't even really know why, but they're super scary!
3. I wish I wasn't so tall, because 50% of the guys that I like are 5' 7".
4. I am prone to severe (self-diagnosed) RLS.
5. I have CDO. It's like OCD, but all the letters are in alphabetical order like they should be.
6. I am almost always hungry. Usually for popcorn.
7. I don't get insecure, but I don't really think of myself as being pretty.
8. I wish I wasn't so shy and awkward. I can't even ask for more ketchup without hyperventilating.
9. (This isn't really a confession because I'm pretty sure all of you guys know this) I am in love with a 41-year-old man that goes by the name Jeremy Renner.
10. Sometimes when I get bored, I dream up ridiculous scenarios that will never happen. For example: Ed Sheeran moves in next door so I give him a muffin basket as a welcoming gift. I flip my hair and overwhelm him, so falls in love with me. ...Pretty basic stuff.
11. I can quote every single episode of Hannah Montana, Suite Life of Zack and Cody, Suite Life on Deck and Phineas and Ferb.
12. I know every line in the movies Curious George, Toy Story ( 1, 2 and 3), the Avengers, Bambi II, Fantastic Mister Fox, and Flushed Away. (Actually, I can quote at least one line from every single movie I've ever watched, and I don't know why.)
13. I love/hate listening to songs that make me cry.
14. I wish all of my friends were obsessed with One Direction so we would never run out of things to talk about.
Tuesday, October 23, 2012
The World Without Wasps
A world without wasps would be a walk in the park, a world of tranquility. A perfect world. With no fears or cares. During the summer, we could focus on having fun instead of channeling our energy into avoiding these... For lack of a better word, demons. (Actually, 'demons' suits them just fine.)
They sting and bite. BOTH YOU GUYS. THAT MEANS DOUBLE THE PAIN. For the life of me, I cannot find a way that they benefit the world. They are simply here to inflict pain, and terrorize civilians.
Their bodies are terribly disproportionate, as well; which just makes them scarier. Their stomach is all like.. skinny. And the antennae.. And the legs... UGH. I can't. Just thinking about them makes me paranoid.
Saturday, October 20, 2012
Wrikis' beginning.
May 3rd, 1841, a British welder, Theodore Hartcourt III, was taking a stroll through the forest behind his estate. Whistling quietly to himself, he reflected back on how he used to walk around these woods for hours with his father. Suddenly, the night sky flashed a brilliant red-and-gold color! Startled by this magnificient display, he hid behind the largest tree in the forest. The air filled with the 'hoots' of thousands of owls; yet there wasn't a living creature in sight. Theodore was desperate to get out of this terrifying situation, so he started to run back home.
The woods twisted and turned, and spiraled and warped. He couldn't see, couldn't think, couldn't run. He dropped to his knees with exhaustion. Looking up to the sky, he shut his eyes tight, and prayed for the Lord's help.
"Please Father," he cried, "I don't understand! What is happening to me?"
All at once, the world stood still and became eerily silent... Theodore opened his eyes slowly. The forest looked like it had just been through a tornado!
Sitting cheerily and a tree stump in front of him, was a little owlet. Not more than six inches tall.
'Where could he have come from?' he thought to himself. 'Surely no living creature as small as he could've survived that.'
The woods twisted and turned, and spiraled and warped. He couldn't see, couldn't think, couldn't run. He dropped to his knees with exhaustion. Looking up to the sky, he shut his eyes tight, and prayed for the Lord's help.
"Please Father," he cried, "I don't understand! What is happening to me?"
All at once, the world stood still and became eerily silent... Theodore opened his eyes slowly. The forest looked like it had just been through a tornado!
Sitting cheerily and a tree stump in front of him, was a little owlet. Not more than six inches tall.
'Where could he have come from?' he thought to himself. 'Surely no living creature as small as he could've survived that.'
Wednesday, October 17, 2012
A letter I've always wanted to write.
Dearest Magazine Editors,
Thank you, from the bottom of my heart, for making all of your posters double-sided. It always makes my day when I have to choose between One Direction and Josh Hutcherson. I really appreciate the random, ugly-colored fonts you use for everybody's names. The badly-drawn hearts and peace signs that take up almost the entire poster are an excellent touch! Keep up the good work.
Sincerely,
Jordyn Larson
P.S. It just warms my heart when I take out the poster and the staples rip their faces in half!
Thank you, from the bottom of my heart, for making all of your posters double-sided. It always makes my day when I have to choose between One Direction and Josh Hutcherson. I really appreciate the random, ugly-colored fonts you use for everybody's names. The badly-drawn hearts and peace signs that take up almost the entire poster are an excellent touch! Keep up the good work.
Sincerely,
Jordyn Larson
P.S. It just warms my heart when I take out the poster and the staples rip their faces in half!
Saturday, October 13, 2012
A few questions about the undead.
So, let me get this straight. Zombies were people at one time, but they were either risen from the dead or bitten by someone that was infected with a zombie virus. ..Is that a thing, zombie viruses? Anyway, zombies were people, right?
Then why do zombies not have brains? What, all of a sudden their brain like fell out of their head or something? I don't get it. When you turn into a zombie, is there some sort of special process that deals with losing your brain? I'm assuming it disintegrates inside your skull. (Unless you're like a mummified zombie. Then it probably got pulled out through your nose.) But for what reason? Why can't you be a zombie and have a brain?
This is the 21st century, people. I mean, come on. And if they don't have a brain, how can they walk? And lunge at you? And growl/mutter unintelligible things?
Another thing, why do zombies clothes look they were made by Edward Scissorhands? They get bit by a zombie, and then their clothes shred. Why? Who is it helping? I do not understand. It's a complete waste of clothing.
A lot of zombies are business men, which I find odd. So most zombies are out there hunting people in Armani business suits. Like they just got closed this huge deal and it's gonna bring the city a lot of money and it's rush hour, yada yada. And then it's like "Whoops! I'm hungry for humans. I'd better ruin my $3000 suit." It's crazy ridic. (Yes, I'm quite hep to the jive with the new-fangled teen slang.)
If your friend gets turned into a zombie, how are you supposed to save him? An antidote of sorts? He/She no longer has a brain, so isn't it kinda impossible to get them back to normal? Does their brain teleport back into their head or something? What if another zombie had eaten their brain beforehand? Would it still come back? And what happens to their clothes? Do they go back to normal or stay shredded?
And what happens if your friend is human again but when he was a zombie he ate somebody? That person's limbs and vital organs just digest in his stomach? Oh God, that sounds horrifying.
I think I read too much into this, but zombies are terribly confusing for me.
Then why do zombies not have brains? What, all of a sudden their brain like fell out of their head or something? I don't get it. When you turn into a zombie, is there some sort of special process that deals with losing your brain? I'm assuming it disintegrates inside your skull. (Unless you're like a mummified zombie. Then it probably got pulled out through your nose.) But for what reason? Why can't you be a zombie and have a brain?
This is the 21st century, people. I mean, come on. And if they don't have a brain, how can they walk? And lunge at you? And growl/mutter unintelligible things?
Another thing, why do zombies clothes look they were made by Edward Scissorhands? They get bit by a zombie, and then their clothes shred. Why? Who is it helping? I do not understand. It's a complete waste of clothing.
A lot of zombies are business men, which I find odd. So most zombies are out there hunting people in Armani business suits. Like they just got closed this huge deal and it's gonna bring the city a lot of money and it's rush hour, yada yada. And then it's like "Whoops! I'm hungry for humans. I'd better ruin my $3000 suit." It's crazy ridic. (Yes, I'm quite hep to the jive with the new-fangled teen slang.)
If your friend gets turned into a zombie, how are you supposed to save him? An antidote of sorts? He/She no longer has a brain, so isn't it kinda impossible to get them back to normal? Does their brain teleport back into their head or something? What if another zombie had eaten their brain beforehand? Would it still come back? And what happens to their clothes? Do they go back to normal or stay shredded?
And what happens if your friend is human again but when he was a zombie he ate somebody? That person's limbs and vital organs just digest in his stomach? Oh God, that sounds horrifying.
I think I read too much into this, but zombies are terribly confusing for me.
Saturday, October 6, 2012
There Oughta Be A Law...
There oughta be a law that makes it illegal to not have a giant plate of brownies on your kitchen counter at all times. I know what you're thinking, "Who would benefit from a giant plate of brownies?" Well the answer is... EVERYONE. Brownies make life so much easier! I'd like to see you in a bad mood while you're eating a warm, delicious, moist, gooey, chocolate-y brownie with a nice scoop of icy-cold vanilla bean ice cream on top. It's physically impossible. Brownies just put people in a good mood. So if everybody had a plate of brownies on hand, conflicts would just dissolve. Brownies are a quick fix to any situation.
- You just broke someone's nose, "Sorry man, have a brownie."
- Someone just got stung by a bee and they're horribly allergic, "That's too bad man, have a brownie before you get whisked off to the emergency room."
- You just spilled red wine all over your friend's new carpet, "Ooh, sorry man. Forget carpet-cleaner, I'm sure a little brownie will take that right out."
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