Random fact of the day:

Hey, it's tomorrow...

or is it today?

I'm completely confused.

Owari.

• Funnest thing ever = Seeing my friends every day from 6:30 to midnight for the rest of the week. Fiddler is the BEST!

(by the way, if you are reading this right now and have no reasonable explanation for not attending, such as living in Texas, then I'm going to cry. You don't want to see me cry now, do you?)

• Not funnest thing ever = Packing. Blech. So much stuff...

• Weirdest thing ever = Mixing all my shampoos and conditioners together for packing convenience. Now I have them all in one bottle. Either my hair is going to completely fall out altogether, burst into flames, or be living proof that I've discovered a miracle shampoo that will make me millions. Too bad I didn't keep the bottles.

• Pumpkiniest thing ever = Me. I'm off to bed. *yawn*

Owari.

*sigh* Today is a lovely, lazy day. I think I might just write a nice long post. Haven't done that in a while...

Rehersals for Fiddler are coming along famously, even though we have less than a week and the director started re-blocking scenes...again. Ah well. We seem to be ready enough, even though we've got a little ways to go. But it should be pretty rockin' awesome, so you should come.

Even though I don't have much school left, it seems harder to get it done now. I'm losing motivation. Mmphf. I really only have a little bit of math, geography, and history...which in themselves don't take much time. Almost...there...

Scary thing of the day...my mom and I found this big honking snake skin RIGHT IN FRONT OF OUR DOOR. I'm never leaving the house again. It's official.
But there aren't any snakes in Houston....right?
I've always wondered why some things bother certain people, while they have absolutely no negative effect on others. Take my dad, for instance. He would stick around and keep the horrid creature alive just to see what kind it was...and THEN kill it. But me, I see it, I give my brain a millesecond to contemplate my horror, and then I act in whatever seems best. This includes, but is not limited to running away, looking for something to hurl at the monster's head/vital organs and then hurling said object at the monster's head/vital organs, or standing stock still and screaming my head off as Prince Charming rides up on his noble steed and slays the foul beast with his brandished sword...or garden hoe.

Eeesh. I'm scared just talking about it. Time for a subject change!

*~SUBJECT CHAYANGE'D!!!~*

Guess what? I got myself a Twitter! It's cool. I won't go as far as saying it's better than facebook, but still. Pretty cool. What are you doing right now?

And the chance of rain on Saturday is STILL 30%! Nooooooo. Go down...pleeeease go down.

Aaanyway, Ahm a hungert. I goes to eat foods. Yum.

Owari.

A quick poem I just made up.

Once there was an hour in time

That Haley Bartell tried to rhyme

She tried and tried and tried and tried

Until a Viking came, and then she died.

Now if you want a bit of advice

Stay away from those nasty Viking lice

So with a trill-lee-oop-tree-ee

I leave you with Owari.

So just now I was watching something on youtube and I couldn't help but read this comment:

99.5% of all teens would cry if the Jonas brothers were on a 20 story building about to jump.The other 0.5% would bring a chair and popcorn.Copy and Paste if your one of those 0.5% that bring popcorn and a good chair

As you can see, I have now copied and pasted it.

The Jonas Brothers are weeeeeird, man.

Ooh, bonus points if you can catch the grammer error :)

Owari.

Random fact of the day:

I just translated probably the most emo Latin song ever.

A swan was giving the narrative.

And he was being roasted.

Weren't the Romans wonderful?

Owari.

My mom is a neverending song in my heart of comfort, happiness, and being. I may sometimes forget the words but I always remember the tune. ~Graycie Harmon

Happy Mother's Day, mommy! I love you!

The strange influenza of pork creatures has seemed to reach Kay county.

Afraid, you may ask?

Eh. Not really.

My mom is though. She tells us to wash our hands for the whole duration of the "Happy Birthday" song at least once every few hours. I change the recipient every time. Just yesterday, I wished many happy regards to Bill Gates, Oscar the Grouch, C.S. Lewis, and William the Silent.

Stay well! Avoid large crowded messes and don't touch anything that looks suspiciously not-so-clean.

Owari.

Random fact of the Day:

Is it just me, or does the word "follower" seem a lot like minion?

Wow. I've got 7 now. Sweet.

I might get you guys cloaks with hoods.

Then you'd really look minionish!

Okay, random ramble over. You can return to your lives.

Owari.

“The older the fiddler, the sweeter the tune.”

-Pope Paul VI

In this case, it's a mandoliner.

Happy Birthday, Daddy! I love you!

Aaahh, old brick buildings. How I love thee.

Owari.

Random fact of the day:

It's unhealthily late right now.

But I did finish my Great Books homework.

That's a plus.

Woot woot.

Owari.

Beware: This post has neither relevance or a point. It is simply a post.

So just now I was checking my layout settings...I do this every once in a while to see if I have any creative ideas to make my blog cooler. Normally I end up not doing anything and keep everything the way it was before. It gives me a feeling of cleanliness....I don't know why, though.

So anyways! To business! I was checking my layout settings and was looking at my post configuration. As I was looking at the arrangment of it, I saw that the "Post Body" portion had an example sentence. To my great delight, it was in Latin. Thusly, I translated it. The sentence read:

Lorem ipsum vim ut utroque mandamus intellegebat, ut eam omittam ancillae sadipscing, per et eius soluta veritus.

Translating makes me happy. It makes me even happier when I encounter words I don't know. This sentence had lots of words I didn't know. But thanks to a wonderful friend by the name of Wheelock, I have solved (most) of them. Here's my rather horrible translation.

I wish that Lorem knew each point we commanded, so that I will omit the maidservant [it has been assumed here that sadipscing must be either a Latin gibberish, or a very advanced word that even Wise Wheelock cannot comprehend. The translator has made up a meaning to look smart found the meaning through intense research on the highest snow-covered and trecherous mountains of Latin-dom] has been spalunking, through and his one virtue.

Woooooow, that made no sense. If you know Latin, please, feel free to correct this epic failure.

G'night!

Owari.