I Have Now Discovered ...

... Just how weird I am. I spent a few hours last night playing Quarters with my sister/partner-in-crime, E-Rocka.
Do you know how to play Quarters? Well, for one thing it's a drinking game. You're supposed to bounce a quarter on the table, trying to get in into a cup, and if you get it in, you get to make the other person drink. Simple.
NOT.
We weren't drinking, we were just bored, but for CRYING OUT LOUD it is the hardest thing to do!! You have to bounce the quarter in a specific way, just so, or else it will go flying off in a direction you didn't foresee. An easier game might be Russian Roulette.
Er ... or not ...

THE END???

Is today REALLY the end of BEDA?
I know one thing: I might not stop blogging. Well, certainly I won't be doing it every day, but I don't think I'll totally stop. It's too much fun telling the whole world what I ate for breakfast.

Which was Jell-O and Saltines, if you're wondering.

Anyway, 'tis the last day of BEDA. Which I already covered, but deserves saying again.
For some reason, I thought I'd feel different at the end ... like maybe I'd be in Paris or London wearing a scarf and smoking those really long cigarettes. I'm not sure WHY I thought this, but my imagination runs away with me flapping in the wind behind it most of the time.

OH! And you should try to find me on Twitter. Just type in my name, I'm pretty sure I'll come up. Right? Right.

I'm actually supposed to be leaving in a minute, so I can't make this long [but then again when are my blogs EVER long?].

AAH I was supposed to be out there a minute ago! Haha have to go!

Weird Obsessions

Today, let's talk about my friends and their Weird Obsessions. You know ... stuff that, when you talk about it, makes people give you really weird looks.
Now, I think it's good for you to have obsessions. Really. How else will you get excited about anything? If someone ffers you ice cream, you say "Yea, sure why not?"
But if you were OBSESSED with aforementioned ice cream, you would freak out in a major way. Right? Right.

Now, my sister, E-Rocka - she's obsessed with guys. Yes, guys. It's weird, funny, and sometimes annoying. She thinks EVERYONE is "cute". And assumes they are single, most of the time ...

Mard's Weird Obsession[s] are folk music and health food. Since she's from the South, folk music isn't that much of a shock, but I mean, REALLY.

My good pal Bet [who is one of the WEIRDEST PEOPLE I know] is obsessed with Les Miserables, death, and literature. She rants. A lot.

Lex loves music [My Chemical Romance, Van Halen, etc], photography, and sex. Which is definitely odd.

And finally BUT MOST IMPORTANT! are MY obessions. Which are That 70's Show, writing [and reading], and altering my clothes. I take sewing supplies, fabric paint, old hoodies, skirts, leggings etc and transform them into eye-catching things of AWESOMENESS. If I do say so myself.

Oh, and CAPITALIZING DIFFERENT WORDS.

HAHAHA I AM BACK!

Even though my blog has been an EPIC FAIL every-day-wise, I am back in black and really really hot right now. It is 91 degrees and awesome.

So I just got back from a weekend retreat somewhere I can't name. I went with Lex, XCore, Boyo and Blondie. It was fun. Lots O' fun. Very very fun. Did I mention it was fun?
Well, it was fun.

Let's seeeee ... highlights of my weekend:
I dove into a tubing rut to save my camera and landed in ankle-deep mud, wearing my zebra-print flats. They were the only shoes I'd brought for the weekend. I didn't sleep on Friday night, unless you count the hour-long cat nap. Saturday was spent hanging out with my friends, just talking and laughing and XCore wouldn't put his guitar down. Saturday night was us on the dock, asking each other if we wanted to do it. Basically, you sidle up to someone, grab them around them waist, and say in a low voice "Ya wanna do it?"
I don't really know WHY we were doing that, we just did ...
Sunday was another day of hanging out and talking, but the funniest thing that happened was this random kid comes up to Boyo and asks for his bottle cap from his Vanilla Coke.

Now, I really don't know how he got up the nerve to actually approach us in the first place. Boyo is about 220 lbs, wears all black, has a legit beard, and - at the time - had bright yellow spikes through his earlobes. Since I am only a five-foot-three blond girl wearing ballet flats, I'm not so threatening.

But I digress.

Boyo stared at the Random Kid for a second, then said "Tell me why and maybe I'll give it to you."
Random Kid: "I do mycokerewards.com, it's for points."
Boyo: *stares at kid then slowly hands over the cap*
Random kid walks away.
Boyo: "Who over twelve does that? Now I want to ask him something really random."
So what does he do? He goes up to the kid and asks to borrow his shorts.

Why do I hang out with these people??

The kid just gave him a really weird look and walked away quickly. We laughed for about ten minutes after that.

SUZY'S NOODLES!

Me and Lex ------->

ARG Says I!!

I don't feel like blogging today cos a guy I knew from YG just died from NF and he was only EIGHTEEN.
But on the bright side of the egg, I finally got the hang of Blogger and found my BEDA partner people! HUZZAH, I'M NOT AN IDIOT AFTER ALL! :D

I really have no idea what to blog about now ...
Oh! I'm going to be away this weekend with my friends Creepy Ben and Lex. We're going camping ... in a good camp and not limp tents wearing war paint, or whatever you were just imagining.
Er ... US wearing war paint, not the tents. I'm getting a little off-track here.

THE POINT IS: I'm going to be on a bus tomorrow with no iPod with just my idiot friends and my own mind to entertain me. There is a possibility I will die.

I will not, repeat NOT be blogging Friday, Saturday or Sunday. I will feel like a failure, yes, but I WILL SURVIVE.

Or will I ... ?

Puddle Stomping And Fake Beards

Last night it POURED rain outside.
Naturally, I decided to do what any sane, mature person would do in a situation like that.
I WENT PUDDLE-STOMPING! Suiting up in sweats, hoodie, and flipflops, I went out with my little sister and brother to stomp in puddles. We got very wet, understandibly. Then my older sister met us in the parking lot we were stomping round in and she walked home with us. We walked single file down the street, singing "Dive" by Steven Curtis Chapman at the top of our lungs and spinning in the pouring rain.

If that isn't enough evidence of my maturity, this'll do it for you.
Today, sitting on my bed, I decided to cut out a piece of paper in the shape of a beard and mustache [raise your hand if you know what's coming next!]. I stuck them on my face with bits of tape, and voila! General Custer!
The funniest thing about all this is the fact that I walked round the house for an hour and a half before anybody noticed I had grown a good amount of 'hair'.

This is going to be a SCARY post! BE AFRAIIID!!

I don't care who knows: I LOVE GHOSTS! Or anything paranormal or supernatural or whatever. They are amusing to the max.

Of course, when I was browsing ghost photos earlier, the phone rang RIGHT NEXT TO MY HEAD and I jumped a mile.

NOTE TO SELF: Place phone strategically next time you're scaring yourself.

Also ... why am I listening to boy bands? I dislike boy bands. They can't sing. And yet I'm listening to them.

... My God, I am STILL listening to them. Are boy bands going to take over the world? They might. Take the Jonas Brothers. Those things [they might not be people ...] have taken over America, at least.

See? I told you this post would be scary.

Saturday Night

Saturday night [April 18] me, Mard and E-Rocka went to the Coffeehouse.



What is the Coffehouse, you ask?
The Coffeehouse is a place for amateur musicians and poets get up to strut their stuff, and usually they have a headliner - in this case, a well-known folk singer [I don't think I can post his name ...].



We volunteered to man the desserts counter, where we sold things for 50 cents [except bottled water - that was a dollar]. We would also charm the people coming up to buy stuff, which pretty much consisted of people 50 years+. So we would smile and say "Hello!" as charmingly as possible, to see if they would be pleased by three teenage girls dressed in torn jeans [Hey, at least my hair was up].

One of the things I love the most about these places is the people you meet. There was one lady who's eyebrows wouldn't stop moving. They went up, down, one up, one down, wiggling all over the place. I had to fight myself to keep focused on her eyes, and not the wiggly bits of hair above them. You should try it sometime, it's VERY difficult!

Another person, a man this time, was doing multiplication problems in the air. Just gesturing in the air, writing down things, frowning, and shaking his head.

This is starting to sound like I was in a loony bin ....

But anyway there was a very cool room in the back that looked like it was straight out of the 1700's. A big one. After intermission and after we shut down the desserts counter, we went back into this room and spent the rest of our time there ... pretending we were French people and performing Phantom of the Opera to nobody in particular. Very funny, if you're immature enough like we are. At one point I was singing "Raoul, I've been there! To his world of unending night! Raoul I - " And suddenly Mard was waving at me frantically while staring at the door, and we heard footsteps on the wood floor outside. Nobody knew we were back there.
I finshed that verse with "IIIII'm running back to my seat and pretending I'm normal!" as we sped across the [1700's] carpet to the [1700's] couch. We leaped onto it just as one of the kitchen women [Patsy, she's very cool] came in the room laughing and said "Too late!"
Of course, after she left we leaped right back up and started it all over again.



This made for some very funny videos.









The room, complete with fireplace and E-Rocka ---------->
And Mard on the couch below.

Hiking And Why It Will Kill Me

Today ONE of us had a BRILLIANT idea. [sarcasm, if ya didn't know ...]

We went hiking.

Not a long hike, it was just about a mile and half ... uphill. Over sharp rocks. And did I mention all uphill? Up a STEEP hill.

Let me start at the beginning [a very good place to start]. E-Rocka works at this trail/animal type place. She invited Mard and I to go with her today, because it was a Special Day. We said "Sure! That'll be fun! And we can hike while you work!"

NOTE: Our first mistake.

Thinking this was a good idea, we went with her and she had to start working immediately, so we went outside to look at the animals in the cages [deer, owls, hawks, otters ... I'm completely serious right now]. Then we said "Hey. Let's go up the mountain."

Yes, you heard me. MOUNTAIN.

We waited until E-Rocka had her lunch break, and we set off.

Standing at the bottom, of course, I said "Psh! I can do this!"

Not even halfway up I said "I *pant pant* can't *pant pant* do this *pant, die*."

We sat down to have a break and eat. After this delightful, merciful break, E-Rocka said she had to go back to work. Back down the hill for her.

Mard and I set off alone.

3/4 of the way up we were lying on a rock panting again.

After about 15 more minutes, we reached the top! Beautiful view, etc.

Then we went back down again.

At 4:00 E-Rocka said "I'm off work! Now I want to climb that hill. Come with me."

Here's the good part: WE DID.

The view from halfway up The Mountain.

Job For A Day

I read this somewhere [I think ...].

Two people play a game ... it's called JOB FOR A DAY. And consists of: "If you could have ANY job, for just ONE DAY, what would you choose?"

There are several answers to this.

1. Pop Star

Well, on a non-singing day of course ... just to get followed round by cameras and people begging for autographs. And so I can crash a ridiculously expensive car.

2. Mime

Not only would it be fun to paint my face and not talk all day, the opportunities for hilariousness are unlimited.

3. Baker

Never-ending pastries!

There are more probably, but I have to get offline because I am a very Important Person doing Important Things.

No Flash Photography, Please

Okay ... here's something you may not know.
Apparently cameras are not allowed in cars with the flash on, because it distracts other drivers.
We did not know this.
Last night we - my mom, sister E-Rocka, and friend Mard [protecting identities is hard work but somebody's got to do it] - were in the Americar driving Mard home. The Americar is our red car which got into a bit of an accident, so it has a blue hood. We painted white stars on aforementioned hood. Hence "Americar".
So anyway we were driving her home, and Mard and E-Rocka had digital cameras with them. Flashes were going crazy as they took a MILLION photos.
Suddenly we see flashing lights behind us that was very obviously not cameras, and Mom says "Is that the police? I think he's pulling us over."
Of course, none of us were buckled, so we all go "BUCKLES BUCKLES!" as the flashing lights swept across the back of our heads like a strobe.
The police officer [at least we think that's what he was ...] came over to us with a flashlight ... dressed in CIVILIAN CLOTHES with a police jacket and badge hanging round his neck.

Was he actually police?

We will never know.

He says "Are there flashing lights in this car?" after Mom rolls down the window.
Mom: "Oh yea they have cameras ..."
Might-Not-Be-A-Cop: *shines flashlight into backseat where we all look like rabbits* *and no not with buck-teeth, I mean we were sitting STOCK STILL.*
Might-Not-Be-A-Cop: "Oh okay. Well, you're going to have to stop, because you're distracting the invisible drivers behind you on this deserted road. The imaginary pick-up truck swerved at the last flash."

Well, he didn't say THAT, but take out "invisible", "deserted", and "imaginary", and that's what he said.

THERE WAS NOBODY on this road, people. Mk? I don't know what he was talking about.

He went back to the "cop car", we drove away, and he turned a corner to go bother other innocent people.
We laughed so hard after he left - I think we were all extremely hyper.

Driving back to our house, we passed another police car just parked in a lot, monitoring people driving by.

We screamed.

Writing And Why People Are Stupid

This is one of my favorite phrases ever: "Write what you know".
Um, NO.
This is easy for you people to say who have been strippers and hiked across America and gone in space! [Actually don't know too many people who've done that ... ]
But us little people who type on computers all day can't write what we know.
Unless of course you want to hear about the time my mom tried to convince me to get baptized, and since I didn't know how to properly go under water I almost DROWNED.

Okay not literally but to a ten year old it was serious!!

But anyway ... I am about 75% finished with my bookythingy! I am very happy.

And that's about it for today, because I don't have a lot of time.
Au revoir!

Second Blog/Easter Blog!

I am doing BEDA with the rest of the world [it seems like ...] and so far I've actually been doing it on LiveJournal ... so most of my posts are on that site!

So I will just post the blog from Easter and start from there:



Happy Easter! I like Easter, even though it has the worst candy ever ... because I visit my family and have dinner with them, and go to the beach.



Let me explain.



My cousin, my sister, and I have a tradition. On holidays when we get together [no matter how freezing it is out] we take a walk down to the beach. Mind you, it was about -345 with the wind chill, and we spent about an hour on the beach, talking and watching the waves. If I hadn't been wearing my leather jacket I would be a Popsicle right now.

But I made up for it with overeating. Speaking of eating - !

My uncle is a college professor [don't be fooled by the title. He's a skinny little guy with short-cropped hair and wire-rimmed glasses] and he lived in Japan and I think Korea for a while. And I mean a while - he was gone for years. Anyway, he developed a taste for foreign foods.

We began talking about fish for some reason. He takes out a two bags of something. It looks like a normal package of snacks - except for the Japanese writing all over it. We open them and what do we see?



FISH.



WITH EYES.



LOOKING AT US.



Well, you should be comforted by the fact that since I already hate fish, this did not turn me off the species.

He was amused, of course, and encouraged us to actually try the snacks. There were other crunchy bits in the bag, so I just ate around the anchovies. The crunchy bits, I learned later, were shrimp, seaweed, squid, and an assortment of other disgusting foods. However, they were tasty when I was eating them. Making something crunchy makes it better.

Unless it 's Jello or something.

FISH SNACKS.

Transporting My Other Blog

I had another blog - on LiveJournal - so I think I'm going to post it here.
Let's see if this works!