Glamorous Bigfoot and Baseball

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.

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.

Hopefully, the Flynn at Disneyland bears some resemblance
 to Zachary Levi who voiced the character.

And Prince Charming along the lines of Joshua Dallas.

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.

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.
   

WHY IS HE SO PERFECT.

ASDFGHJKL. HIS SMILE.



I JUST CAN'T.

HIS HAIR.



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."



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.

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.

 

1. Why didn't the skeleton cross the road?
 
2. What do you get when you cross a bug, a dog, and a rug?

     3.  Where do you find a one-legged dog?

     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'.