Monday, July 4, 2011

Happy 4th of July!

Yesterday, we bought a blender.

Today, I made a coffee shake.

Surprising?
Not really.

Hyper?
Very.

Johny Hancock Would be Proud (I'm not drinking tea).

Friday, July 1, 2011

Mira's Taking a Shower

Evidently, people do that so they can smell better.




Who knew?

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Thursday, June 30, 2011

Care for some music?

...with some questionable video accompaniment?



I'd like to thank all the little people.  haha jk.
Breaking into the playground was fun.  I hope we didn't pick up any rabies or step on any dead bodies :O...although it would have been cool if we were exposed to toxic radiation and got superpowers.  I wonder what kind of superpowers we'd have...
Roxy, I'm sorry I edited without you, you just had to go to Washington didn't you??  It's not done though.  Consider it a sneak peek till later. ;) (I'm missing some video files that's why you're not the star, Roxy, just sayin').

Sunday, February 27, 2011

i see my life flashing before my eyes...


Killer coaster...i think i love you!

On an unrelated note---How to cross the street when you dunno if the car's gonna let you cross

Sunday, January 23, 2011

Monday, December 6, 2010

My Christmas Wishlist

All i want for Christmas is

1. Apple-bottom jeans
2. those boots with the fur
3. baggy sweat pants
4. Reeboks with the straps


please and thankyou santie claws!

Tuesday, November 23, 2010

Does this look Infected?

I wrote this sestina in creative writing in 12th grade. My proudest piece of work. If you don't know what a sestina is..PSH!! look it up!! And that's not just because i can't remember what it is myself. (ok ok. It has something to do with using the same last words of each line for every stanza. in this case: zombies, curtains, devour, glowing, garden, and chicken.) Anyways, its not that important.


Last summer, we were visited by a family of zombies
They tore open our door like thin curtains
And proceeded to the kitchen to find food to devour
Against the darkness, their white teeth glowing
Like daffodils in a midnight garden
And ate with vigor our pet chicken.

My father, sister, and I were chickens.
We stood watching in the living room like zombies,
Trying to figure out how to get into the garden
without them glancing past the curtains.
Passing up the chance to see their red eyes glowing,
We snuck behind the couch as they continued to devour.

Was there even enough food for the whole family to devour?
I thought as they tossed out the bones of the chicken.
The fridge lay open, glowing
Just like the eyes of the zombies
But as tall as the curtains
We were hiding behind as we snuck into the garden.

And I thought of Eden and its garden
And if we’d never make it out undevoured
How we would pass through death’s curtains
As easily as plucking a chicken
And leave behind the undead zombies,
Our wings forever glowing.

We wouldn’t worry about the iridescent glowing
Of the undead disturbing our garden
For in heaven, there are no zombies
Only endless rivers of wine to devour,
Animals of all kinds, unicorns, squirrels, and chickens
Hanging over us like furry curtains

At times we’d separate the curtains
And welcome the endless sun’s glowing
Calling to our friends as if they were our chickens
Wandering happily in our grandma’s garden
Looking for worms to devour.
But back to the zombies.

We never made it to the garden past the curtains
Our glowing fear made us easy targets to devour.
And we became dessert after the chicken entrée for our visiting zombies.

Saturday, November 20, 2010

I WANNA SEE HARRAY PATTER!!

I only gots one thing to say: stupid stupid stupid stupid stupid stupid Ochem
oh and one more thing to say: stupid stupid stupid stupid stupid Bio!!!


whoa whoa whoa! you may be wondering why I am cursing two of the most treasured classes in college history (or more likely--you're probably wondering what you're going to have for dinner tonight (mmmmm cheesecake!) )


well DUH! its because of the blasted midterms they want us to take instead of watching harry potterrrrr.


well, it's obvious that these teachers have been confunded to believe that sandwiching Harry Potter weekend with two midterms is a good idea. really? really??
so not cool.
who put them up to this? HMMM?? if i was a betting man, i'd say Umbridge. What a beast.


am I angry? No. I'm disappointed. Which really does mean angry. except in parent words.


hurmph.


Oh. and Happy Thanksgiving week...guess what I'm thankful for!!!! midterms...not!


So I'll leave with this heartfelt message:

Dear lonely red chair with the frayed arm rest in row 16 of movie theater room number 5,
We'll be together soon. I promise. For a whole 2 and a half hours. Wait for me.