Failure to Post

Okay, I have to apologize for not having posted in ages, but I have a reason. I have been busy; I have started memorizing Hebrews and 1 & 2 Peter for Bible quizzing, and it has pretty much taken over my life. Of late, many conversations with my sister have run thus:

Her(upon finding me crouched in the recliner and muttering to myself): "Hey, want to watch a movie"
Me(Staring up at her while clutching my graffitied text): "I can't." (I go back to reading and muttering)
Her: Why not?
Me(Mouth taking over before the brain has time to think): I have to work on my quotes.
Her: You always say that!
Me(once more returning to my quoting): It's always true.

So if any of you ever want to memorize Hebrews, 1&2 Peter, you can use my flashcards here.

Another thing I wanted to tell you is that I will be gone all next week because I will be on a missions trip. It's in the city, but we are going to be working with the refugees that live here. It's my second time going, but I'm still nervous because of some of the changes being made to the program. The changes are for the better, but it is still rather frightening to go into a unknown situation. As soon as I get back, I will make a post about the trip and post my pictures.

Sorry that this post is so short, but I have to leave in a few minutes so I didn't really have time to say anything else.

Oh, Summer, Summer! Wherefore Art Thou Summer?

Is this not the most depressing forecast?

As I have previously expressed, it is summer; the time when I degenerate from, neat little Bethany with her 4.0 into crazy little Bethany who always wears sun dresses and never brushes her hair. Although that change has not failed to occur, it still doesn't feel like summer. The greatest contributing factor to the lack of summerly feeling is the rain, the constant, driving, never-ending rain! I have never known it to rain so much in my existence, or, indeed, rain with such a steady pattern. It starts off with a little sprinkle, continues with the slow drop of gigantic drops, and then it suddenly changes to a torrential downpour which lasts only a few minutes, it then becomes a steady rain shower. It is depressing!

However, this is not the only topic I wished to talk about, so I must move on. At the end of the summer,
Allen County Public Libraries holds a photography competition for students, so during summer I start to look through my photos to decide which are worth entering. I have many photos that I love, but I can only enter three into each of the four categories, so there are always some that I regret I cannot enter. Because of my regret for not giving these photos a chance to be seen, I am going to make a page on my blog where I will publish the best of the pictures that I am not entering. I would love to post the ones that I am entering, but the acpl can get a little tetchy about things like that.

Oh, and one last thing, aren't you (all one of you who read this) proud of me? I broke my lazy tendency to post only once a month!

Apologies and the Sarcasm of Fifteen Year Old Sisters.

Today I have two things to talk about. Firstly, I must apologize for not having posted in an unacceptably long time. I was extremely busy and just didn't have the energy to post. Now, however, I am not spending eight hours of everyday at school, and hopefully this will give me more time for blogging.

Secondly, last Thursday my mother, sister, and I were driving through downtown. I was thinking about all the interesting places in Ft. Wayne that I had never been to, or even known of. As we crossed one of my favorite streets, So Wayne Avenue, I voiced the opinion that there are many interesting things in the city. To this my sister  spoke with the sarcasm that only fifteen year old girls can muster, "Oh yes! Fort Wayne is such an amazing city." A response to which I could only reply that she was right; Fort Wayne is quite amazingly interesting. Once I had convinced her that I was serious, I told her that me and my mother we're thinking of going to a new place in the city every week. I began making a list of places we should go, and discovered just how right I had been. Why didn't I know that Firehouse #3 was now a cafe? Why had I never been to the canal house or the old fort? From now on, we will be visiting all these places and more, and I hope that I will have time and enough interest to blog about each of them. For now, however I must go kill off the worlds population with a deadly disease.

Five Diseases I'm Glad I Don't Have

So this will probably be a post full of the delirious ramblings of my illness, but it is imperative that I post today. Right now, I have strep throat, which is a bacterial infection caused by streptococcus bacteria. It isn't a horrible disease to get, but it's still no fun at all. Since there are so many diseases that make me glad that I only have strep throat, I decided to make a blog post of the top five diseases I'm glad I don't have(in no specific order).

5. The Plague

   We've all heard of the infamous black death pandemic that started in 1348 and is thought to have reduced the worlds population by almost one hundred million people. The plague has fascinated me ever since I read Connie Willis's Doomsday Book. There are three forms of the plague, Bubonic(infection of the lymph nodes), Pneumonic(infection of the lungs) and Septicemic(infection of the blood). Bubonic has symptoms that include a high fever, huge buboes developing around the lymph nodes, severe headache, and nausea. Pneumonic causes a high fever, cough, and flowing, red sputum(that conjours a lovely mental image). Septicemic is so deadly that it has a death rate of close to 100%.


4. Ebola
The Ebola virus has some of the nastiest symptoms I have ever heard of. Hemorrhaging, bloody vomit, seizures, and bleeding from the eyes are only a few of the plethora of sickly fascinating symptoms. I can't even imagine how unpleasant it would be to bleed from your eyes. It is feared that some day the Ebola Virus will reach the United States and there will be a huge pandemic.





3. Cotard's Delusion
This one really surprised me. Apparently, there is a rare neurological disease called Cotard's Delusion, or Walking Corpse Syndrome, where a person actually believes that they are dead. They may think that they have lost all their blood or vital organs, or they might think that their body is rotting. This is probably the most disturbing of the diseases I found.




2. Epilepsy
Epilepsy is when the electrical signals in the brain are overly active and cause seizures. I wanted to put this one in because I know several people who have epilepsy, and it is a rough condition to live with. Epilepsy can occur in people without apparent reason, but it can also also be caused by brain injuries, strokes, and tumors. I was too scared of searching epilepsy in Google Images to find a picture for this one.

1. Leprosy
I had to throw this one in, I am a Bible quizzer, after all. Leprosy is a infectious disease that has a long incubation period and slowly progressing symptoms. Its greatest effects are on the nerves and the skin, and it has long lasting effects on each of those. For the skin it causes discoloration, large sores and ulcers, and skin lesions. For the nerves, it causes loss of feeling until you are no longer able to any heat or pressure. It's sort a of strange feeling to read the chilly medical reports on this disease, where such terms as "loss of digits" and "Facial disfigurement" are so coolly slipped in.


I really enjoyed making this post because I spent so much time searching for strange diseases to talk about, that I ended up learning a lot of things that I can add to my compilation of useless knowledge. I'm sure it irritated my mother a lot, the way I kept running into the room saying things like "Apparently, aspirin is used to treat leprosy!" and then running out again.

The Oregon Trail

Today we purchased the supplies we need and prepared to join our wagon train. It is so hard to believe that we are actually setting out into a wild land! Anything could happen to us during the months we will spend traveling through the untamed country between Missouri and Oregon. It was difficult to decide what we would buy for the  journey, but in the end we decided that the most important item would be a rifle. After that, we decided to buy spare axles and wheels for our wagon. It is good to have spares of everything because if anything broke then we would be stranded in the plains with no way to travel.  I hope that we are well prepared for the long journey ahead of us.

                                                                                            Gladys Butler
                                                                                             May 20, 1846

We have just left our third stop, Independence Rock. We had to go through the terribly narrow "Devil's Gate" pass, which was so small that we nearly didn't make it through. My son, John, caught his foot on a rock and broke it quite badly, but he was in denial because he didn't want to admit to being the first casualty of the train. However, no one cared about his foot after what happened later that day; two of the girls on the wagon train were stolen away by Indians! I hope they aren't dead, but we may never see them again.
So far we have crossed the Platte River and stopped at Chimney Rock. We have heard many stories of the treachery of traveling through this land, but so far our wagon train has had a fairly smooth journey. We learned  the dreadful story behind the name of Scott's Bluff, and the woman at the Platte River had lost her husband to the river. It seems that we were wise to bring extra wheels and axles, since we have already broken one of each. We have been fortunate enough to have a sufficient quantity of food for our journey, but some of the other families have not been so successful.  The land here is almost entirely flat and without trees, but there are animals enough for hunting, and we have plenty of water. I am glad that things are going so well for us.

                                                                                              Gladys Butler
                                                                                              July 16, 1846

Tragedy has struck! Our dear Genevieve has passed away,  and now things are taking a turn for the worse. We started of successfully at Fort Bridger when we found an abandoned wagon. We found two sets of clothing, several boxes of gunpowder, two sets of silverware, and a two month old baby who we have named Savannah. Things started going badly for us at Canyon Hills Rut, where our wagon became too heavy for our oxen to pull, and we were forced to throw out 30 pounds worth of goods. Then it got really bad. We started running low on food, and poor Genevieve starved in the Blue Mountains. My son has been terribly effected by his wife's death, but we must keep on going. If not for ourselves, then for the children. It seems that we were not well enough prepared for this leg of the journey, but we can't go back now. We could not find any game to hunt for food, and I fear that we will not be able to travel much farther without finding more food.

                                                                                             Gladys Butler
                                                                                             September 10, 1846

Things did not get any better. The day before we crossed the Columbia, I started feeling ill. I became more and more nauseated and started suffering from severe dehydration. As I got more ill, my son started giving me Wilson's Special Tonic, which we had bought for just such occasions as this one. However, I did not get any better. I was delirious the whole time we crossed the Columbia, and it was not until afterwards that I was told of our great misfortunes. Our young baby, Savannah, fell out of our wagon and drowned in the river, and now that I was ill, the rest of our family was in desperation. The day we reached Oregon City I died from my illness. Now the only members left of our family are Jasper, Charlie, Lulu and John. I don't know whether they will be fully prepared for their new life without a mother and a grandmother.

                                                                                               Gladys Butler
                                                                                               September 25, 1846

My family has settled in Oregon, but life has not been easy for them. My son had to be taken in by another family for a short while because he did not have the proper supplies for settling in the city. My grand daughter, Lulu, has left her family and run off to live with the natives, and has not been seen by her family since. By the end of the journey, only three of the family members remained to settle in the new land, when once we had seven. I do not think that the journey was worth all the pain and the sorrow that it brought on our family, and it has nearly done for the Butler family. If I had known only half of what would happen to us, I would never have dared gone, but there is no going back now.

I have not figured it out.

As you may have noticed, the video I posted did not load properly, so I hope I can get that up soon.

On a lighter note, I have remembered that I said a few weeks ago that I would post a piece of creative writing.
I have so far forgotten, so I thought that I would make it up to you by posting my current creative writing assignment from school. So you all get to read my Oregon Trail Journal Entries! On the Oregon Trail, my name was Gladys Butler, and I was 70 years old. Have fun reading them.

Next month, on May twentieth, my entire family will go to Independence, Missouri to buy supplies and join a wagon train heading west. From there we will travel the long journey to Oregon City to start our new life. It is a thrilling prospect, but it is also one fraught with danger.
I will be setting out with my beloved husband, Jasper, along with our son, John, his wife, Genevieve, and their two children, Charlie and Lulu. My son is a farmer, and we decided to move to Oregon when we were told about the fertile ground that is said to be found there. I wasn't certain, at first, what to bring. I knew that it would only be right to bring the family Bible and heirlooms. As great-grandma Theodonia always reminded me, if you don't know where you come from, then how will you know where you're going? I think that I will also bring my coffee supplies, as I  cannot live without it.

                                                                                 Gladys Butler
                                                                                 April 19, 1846

So that's the first one. I'll try to post the others tomorrow.

I finally figured it out

As you have seen, I figured out how to post a video on my blog. I meant to post this with the post about thunderstorms, so if you want to know why I was posting this, read that post.

Things That Bother Me.

I haven't posted for a while, which is strange because most bloggers probably post on their birthdays, but I was busy. Lately, I have been thinking about pet peeves, so I decided to blog about them.

1. wen ppl skp lttrs wen thy typ n nvr use cptl lttrs
2. When people skip comma's all the time
3. When people misuse the word "Literally"
4. When people treat little kids like stuffed animals
5. Hypocrisy 
6. When people who talk really loudly
7. Radio stations who play the same songs over and over again (And yes Star 88.3, I am talking to you)

So those are some of my pet peeves. I have to stop typing because the commercial break just ended and I have to go watch Doctor Who.

Placenta, and Other Horrible Names.

Parkview Hospital has a huge billboard by an intersection that displays the names and weight of the babies most recently born. Sometimes, as we go past, we read the names. It is a sad reminder of the recent fad for "unique" baby names. There are plenty of normal names, but mixed with the Helena's and Adrian's are the La'quaisha's and  the Qarin's. Today I saw the name "Mikhai Lamarie", and it made me want to post about terrible names. In my hometown, there was a girl named Placenta. Her mom thought it sounded pretty. I think that parenting classes should address the issue about naming children, because no child should have to be named Placenta. My sister says that when naming  a child, you should imagine there name after "43 president of the United States of America," or "Nobel Prize winner," at the very least they shouldn't be ashamed to have a brand of clothing named after them. I have to go watch the King's Speech, so I will post again later.

The Problem With Blogging

Today I was thinking about this blog. I don't know if I've ever mentioned why I started it, but I will summarize now, just in case.

In early February,  a friend of mine--we'll call her Chuckathias (she asked me to change this from the original post)-- and I had an idea. This happens about twice a week. I have an idea, I pitch it to Chuckathias, she agrees(or occasionally disagrees), we start, and then we forget about it. However, this idea made it to the next level. For once I had an idea that made some amount of sense, so we pitched the idea to the rest of our friends. The idea was this:  we would all start blogs, and by the end of the 2011, whoever had the most blogging points would win a dollar. Since I am the only one who posts on a regular basis, I am winning by quite a lot, but it's still only April.

I enjoy blogging, which is probably why I'm winning, but sometimes it gets difficult. It seems like I have weeks when nothing at all happens, and then weeks when I have a billion things I want to post about. Today, I want to post about the Oregon Trail, scones, my pet peeves, the tornado in Alabama, the fact that we haven't had a day without rain in nearly two weeks, and migraines, but right now I can't post about any of those things because I have to go and make scones to celebrate the royal wedding, and doing my homework would probably be a good idea too.

Life Lesson # 3

Life Lesson #3- When handling boiling syrup, take care not to knock it from the burner.

     Yesterday I was making buttercream frosting by the stove-top method. When the mixture of sugar and water started boiling, I turned the heat down and went to find the lid to the sauce pan. I pulled one out and put it on the pan, but it was too big. As I was taking the lid off to get the right size, it caught the edge of the pan, pulling it from the burner. Boiling syrup spilled down my arm and across my kitchen floor. My arm was not badly burnt but I had to mop the floor a total of seven times.

This isn't my picture, but it should give you the idea.

Thunderstorms and the Doctor.

      Today I have two things to talk about, so to keep things clear, I am splitting this into two parts.

Part One: Thunderstorms

    The Ten Day Forecast for my city is looking pretty grim, to see what I mean, Click Here. In the next ten days, we have only a single day without a forecast of rain. The American Midwest is not a fun place during the spring and summer months, especially if you get migraines from the weather. Last night, we had an extremely violent storm. I woke up at one in the morning to see some of the brightest lightening and loudest thunder I have ever heard. Even though my digital camera was on my bedside table, I didn't get up to record the lightening as I usually do. It was one of those thunderstorms that make walking around a dark house by yourself unthinkable, which is not a common occurrence. The night before had also held a relatively large thunderstorm, which I did record. The video I had of that storm won't upload, but I'll try to post it separately.

Part Two: Doctor Who

    Tonight was the premiere of Doctor Who: Season Six, so we threw a Dr. Who party to celebrate. We had everything you could ever want: a Tardis cake, fish fingers, custard, caffeinated beverages. Some people on the internet have tried eating fish fingers  and custard, and they always say that they taste delicious together. I tried them, and it was disgusting. But, on the bright side, I do have pictures to post.

Tardis Cake

A post fish finger-dipping bowl of custard.

Some really cheap fish fingers.

Christian Service Week

I don't have much time to post this, so I'll make it short.

I go to a Christian school, and every year we have a day that we go out into the neighborhoods around our school and do service projects. We might be doing anything from rearranging someone's furniture to cleaning gutters. Tomorrow is the service day, but this year the middle school is not allowed to participate, which frustrates me. Still, I love Christian Service Week because we have chapel every day with a great speaker.  This year's speaker was one of the teachers, and he did an absolutely amazing job. The Prezi he used can be viewed here- http://sgrwebster.com/

You should all watch this immediately because it really shows you how to be like Christ. I wish that you could see him actually teaching it, but this is the best I can do.

Doctor Who!

Today I was planning on making a very thoughtful blog post, but I got distracted by doing my quotes (something I should really be doing right now) and my home work. The homework wasn't too bad, but I am drowning in my quotes. Because I really should get back to that, I am going to make a short post about the greatest show on television. The new season of Doctor Who starts on Saturday!!! Anyone who watches Dr. Who will understand that it deserves the three exclamation points.

I've watched Dr. Who since the beginning of last season, but I have seen all of seasons 2-5, as well as some of the older ones. I think that All the incarnations of the Doctor are great, but I have three favorite Doctors.

1. David Tennant
2. Tom Baker
3. Matt Smith.

That's the link to the trailer, and if you don't watch Dr. Who already, you must see it and watch this season. So, do any of you also love this show? I think that most the Nerdfighters love it, but I want to know if you do, and if so, who your favorite doctor is.

Life Lesson # 2

Life lesson #2- When making brownies from a mix, it is best to remember the eggs.

This picture does not capture the fact that the brownies were bubbling.

That was my group's rocket, which was supposed to shoot a mile into the air. I spent 3 days of science class working in a group to make that rocket, and I don't think that I will ever forget about that launch. It wasn't really humiliating at all, mostly we were laughing so hard that I nearly dropped my camera, and one of my partners nearly died of laughter. It shows how addicted to the internet I am that my first thought was that it would be a great thing to blog about. I can't help but laugh whenever I watch that video because the whole situation makes no sense. We made it well, but still all have to remember it by is a charred piece of spray-painted cardboard. It turned out that something had gone wrong with the jumper cables, and it wasn't our fault at all, so we got a 95% on the project despite the fact that its flight was worse than that of the Challenger. The best part in the video, I think is that everyone is acting as if it is so dangerous, someone even shouted back up, and then all of the sudden it fails miserably. In a few minutes I will be adding the link to my friend's fail blog where this can also be seen.

Story #1

Writing prompt:  A flight attendant learns that one of the passengers has brought a weapon on board.

I carefully pushed my cart of drinks as I walked down the aisle of the plane. I had worked for months perfecting that walk; steps perfectly placed, eyes forward, the soft drinks staying perfectly still. Behind me, someone cleared their throat.

                “Excuse me, miss.” I turned and saw a young man with clear brown eyes and a knowing smile looking up at me expectantly.

Excuse me.” He repeated “I would like a coca-cola, please.”

“Of course.” I turned back to my cart and picked up a small cup of coke. The moment my meticulously manicured fingers lifted the cup, the plane hit some turbulence. As I stumbled and spilled the coke across my unicform, the cart , and the floor, I silently cursed the high-heels that were part of my uniform.

                Immediately, the young man was standing, hand outstreached, to help me up. As I took the proffered hand, I glanced at the seat he had left. It wasn’t until I was standing up, and my mouth was framing the words:All passengers are required to remain in their seats at this time.” That the realization of what I had seen hit me with the complete horror that everyone must feel when they realize that the person standing next to them has brought a gun on board.

                I froze, trying to think of a way to alert the rest of the staff without being obvious, but it was too late. Either he had seen my expression for what it was, or he recognized that he had an unequaled opportunity. Before I could move, he picked up the gun. He grabbed my are and frog marched me to the front of the fuselage. He held the gun to my head and shouted for silence. A tense silence descended as the passengers realized what was happening.

                I fully expected him to shoo me, but, to my surprise, he had other plans. He started giving a long all-inclusive explanation about why he was doing this; starting with his traumatized childhood, father’s abandonment, and his mother’s favoritism, then culminating in his deep depression, his girlfriend’ unfaithfulness, and his own inability to hold down a job. I was astonished. I felt like I was in a movie or a book where the evil villain gave a long winded monologue explaining their entire plan. Never had it occurred to me that they might actually do so in real life.

                As he spoke, his grip on me loosened. I was aware that he was no so deeply involved in his own problems that he was no longer paying any attention to me. I looked around to see if anyone else had notice our opportunity to do something. I saw that the new girl, Summer, was tip-toeing, inch by inch, up to my captor. One hand was held up to her mouth in a shushing gesture, the other held tightly to a short steel bar. Summer winked down at me, took one last step forward, and prepared to swing. As I dove forward, I heard the dull thwap of metal hitting flesh. The entire plane was save with the only injuries being a bruised arm and a broken heel.

The Writer's Book of Matches

Last time I was at the library, I  saw this eye catching book on the shelf. I pulled it down and started flicking through the pages of writing prompts, which I found were nearly all amazingly odd. For example, " A man in Tokyo looks out of his window to see a cow walking down the street." on page 59, and "It is discovered that the pie in a small-town diner has curative properties."on page 97 are some of my favorites. As I read, I realized that this would be an excellent thing to blog about. I could write one at least once a week and post it here. I'm not promising that they will be good. I'm not even expecting them to be good, but I will post them anyway.

Snow, Spring Break, and More Terrible Experiences with Waiters.

Yesterday it snowed. Again.

My friend Sydney (See here blog here) was in denial. She didn't believe me until she looked out her sliding door and saw it for herself. We were all resentful; you could feel it in the air, the unsaid words of  "How dare it snow in April!". As I was thinking about this I realized something. Every year it snows during spring break and every year everyone acts as if it is some sort of personal insult. Compared with other spring breaks, this one is quite warm, although it has rained almost every day thus far. As a result of that, I am bored to death. I am sitting around, watching the forums for hours at a time, and posting merely out o boredom. If anyone who is  reading this sees that I am online at the forums, please message me because I am going mad.

Since yesterday, I have also gained another story about terrible waiters. My mother saw the post about about waiters and reminded me that she has her own story about a bad waitress, so I will talk about that one. My mother and sister went to dinner at a nice restaurant. They decided what they wanted and gave their orders to the waitress, but after she took their orders, she never came back. They waited  for a while and eventually went and asked where their waitress had gone. Apparently, she had taken their order, and then quit. Has anyone had a worse waitress than that?

Arabic Proverbs

If any of you know about Arabic proverbs or idioms, then you should post them in the comments on my sister's blog. She needs people who know both Arabic and English fluently. If you are learning Arabic, or if you work in translations, then you should definitely check it out.

http://amy-arabicproverbs.blogspot.com/

Life Lesson # 1

      Today I learned an important lesson, so important that I felt the blogger's need to share it with the world.
Life Lesson #1- When carrying a warmed dish to the table, check how hot it is first. Yesterday I microwaved a bowl of pasta,  not particularly disastrous in itself. But, like an idiot, I picked up the dish without testing it first. This was what the floor looked like about ten seconds after I picked it up.  

On reflection it looks like someone was brutally murdered in the kitchen.

     Many thanks to Captain K. for his post about awkward conversations with awkward waiters. It made me think about the waiters here in America. Here, the waiter's and waitresses fall mainly into three categories: the meticulous, smooth waiter who has the entire world memorized, the awkward waiter who asks for you to repeat your order and spills the drinks, and the waiter who knows the names of all the people and will tell you what will go well with your meal.  

     Thanks again to Captain K. I encourage anyone who is reading this to go immediately to his blog. http://egyptiannerdpopcorn.blogspot.com/ 

Awkward moments with waiters

Hey there readers of this awesome blog! I'm Captain K, yes I'm a superhero, get over it. More importantly though, I'm the author of the blog Egyptian Nerd Popcorn                                                       (http://egyptiannerdpopcorn.blogspot.com/ ) . The author of this blog, Zimri, has allowed me the honour of contributing a post to his blog as a guest author.


So my friends and I almost always go to the same restaurant every time we go out. It's become our hangout, kind of like Central Perk with Friends, or McLaren's with How I Met Your Mother. I'm not going to lie to you, having your own hangout has no shortage of perks. There are however, many drawbacks.


For example, when all the waiter know your name, it's really awkward when you don't know theirs. Especially if I want to order the cheque or something, I always feel bad not calling them by their names, why don't they wear name tags! Speaking of cheques, have any of you noticed how every person has their own variation of that hand signal for ordering the cheque. It almost never works anyway, the waiter just ends up coming over and asking you what it is you want.


The other day, I was at that same restaurant. Every time I go, I order the same dish. This time, I really felt like going for a burger, and I was really excited about it too. When it was my time to order, the waiter smiled and went "You'll have the usual of course" and started writing it down in his little notebook thing. I felt too bad to tell him he was wrong, not because I'm really nice or anything, but more because I wanted to avoid the awkwardness of that situation.


Don't get me started on that new waiter they got. It's obviously his first time waiting and he is so incredibly clumsy. He was constantly spilling coke on the table and he even messed up our orders. Speaking of which, I also feel too guilty to agree to take it back when they offer to, after they've messed something up on it. In general, if you add any special request to your order, you have to repeat it at least twice for them to actually have a chance of getting it right.

Scars

A few days ago I found this small tube of scar gel sitting on the counter in my house. It is relatively normal, but one detail caught my eye. You will see that it says, in fancy italics, "specially formulated for scars". And that got me thinking, isn't all scar gel formulated for scars? Surely  there aren't any brands of scar gel that aren't formulated for scars. Are there?

Recently, Justin Bieber posted a tweet that might just destroy the very fabric of the universe: "im not shaving for a month so you all can see my mustache. i'm pumped!"'

 My immediate reaction to this was, "Justin Bieber is able to grow a mustache?" So I started to think about Justin Bieber with a mustache.What kind of mustache would he have? Would he look like a creeper or and idiot? (and no, the thought that he might look good with a mustache never crossed my mind.) I decided to test his ideas by photo shopping a variety of mustached onto a picture of his face. These are what I came up with.

The John Green Pizza Mustache-
I'm not certain why doing a really terrible job of photo shopping the mustaches on gave me such amusement, but it did.

This picture was from the 2006 mustache championships. I don't think that Justin Bieber will ever really grow this mustache, but I can dream.














Adolf Hitlers famously hideous mustache.

I really, really hope he tries it!















I tried to photo shop Jamie Hyneman's mustache, but it didn't work very well. Though at this point, I don't really care.













I hope you liked Justin Bieber's Mustache, if you did please post a comment.

I'm not alone!

     Yesterday morning, my friend, Emily, picked a paper up off of a classroom floor. Emily looked at it for a minute, started laughing uncontrollably, and then handed the paper to me. What I saw there proved to me that I may not be the strangest person in the middle school any more.

So now you're probably thinking, "What is all that about? Are those hamburgers dancing to the music?". Yes. Those hamburgers are definitely dancing to the music. But for those whose eyes cannot decipher the terrible middle schooler handwriting, I will describe each image.



First, we have Claire and Katie riding unicorns up a rainbow underneath a rather frightening sun. There is also a nicely done flying shoe.

In this next image, Darth Vader is standing at the base of the rainbow on which Claire and Katie ride their unicorns. I'm not certain whether Darth Vader is chasing them with his light-saber or if he's just creeping on them, and who can tell which worse?

I think this is fairly self-explanatory; a nerd is riding on the winged flying calculator. This was obviously drawn  by someone who holds a stereotypical view on nerds. Any true nerd would be able to multiply         2x2 in their head, and I say this as a proud citizen of nerdfighteria.







Next to Darth Vader, we find the extraordinarily obese porcupine, who is happily standing by a river in which the singing mermaid sings to the fish. A pig flies through the rainbow above, rolling his eyes at the terrible singing.





 

Those hamburgers can dance! Maybe they're dancing because of the pot of gold at the end of the rainbow.















The evil gummy bears take off in their home-made rocket ship. They're probably going to take over the world any day know.








Both you're creeper and my creeper live in the same house. Why are there so many creepers? That's a question I ask myself at school every day.

A casually dressed leprechaun leaps from his pot of gold. He looks as if he's about to burn his hair on  the fire coming from the Confederacy of Evil Gummy Bear's ship.

Why?

     For those of you who don't know, the Bissel vacuum cleaner company is holding a pet photography contest to find a new picture for their packaging. I was of course, being a photographer, interested in their contest. When I went to make an account, I saw that I had to choose my age group.

  

     After I set my age group as 12 to 17, I entered the rest of the information needed and submitted it. I was immediately  taken to a screen, which contained, instead of the welcome notice and introduction to the contest that I was expecting, this  picture of an endearing dog who has a 'vote me badge'. Apart from my immediate concerns as to what kind of terrible person would pin a badge directly into a dog (look at the pain in his eyes!), I was confused. If they wouldn't allow anyone under the age of 18 to enter, then why were there two separate groups for those under-age? Why not just put under 18. Why put any ages under 18 on the list at all? Any way, nothing will stop a child that wants to enter the contest from entering, so why bother?

The Worlds Greatest Book-Mark

I have seen many strange bookmarks in my time, but none as strange as this.
I found this in my library book a few minutes ago, and, needless to say, I have spent the interval laughing and then wondering who would use windshield-wiper packaging as a bookmark. (Even if the windshield-wiper in question prevents both straining and stretching.)

On Quotations

     Yes, I had to start off with a quote about writing. The full quotation is "I am a galley slave to pen and ink"-Honore de Balzac, which tells much of the life of writers. I wanted to find a Lord Byron quote so that I could say that I had a quote from him as the name of my blog. (I have a strange urge to run up to people and say "Hey, guess what! I have a quote from Lord Byron as the name of  my blog!") Unfortunately, he was not forthcoming with quotes about writing. Of course he wrote loads about life, desire, and the human mind, but noooo, poor writing was left out in the cold.
     Whenever I hear something about Balzac, it makes me think about the song from Music Man where his name is mentioned. It's a sad fact that a man can spend his life thinking and writing about extraordinary things, and still be remembered for being mentioned in a song. But I suppose that in a few years he won't be remembered at all