something better-muppet treasure island

i couldn't help it...

Jim: I look around here and I want to cry,
Gonzo: Yeah, me too.
Jim: I feel like the world is passing me by.
Rizzo: Hey, it is!
Jim: And I just can't help but wonder,
Am I doomed to wash and dry?
And if it's a curse I'm under
To do it 'till I die?
Gonzo: Gee, I hope not!

Jim: When I could be an explorer,
Sailing off to distant lands,
Instead of spending afternoons
Just getting dish-pan hands!

My future looks like nowhere
That I want to be,
There's gotta be something better,
Something better,
There's gotta be something better than this for me.

Gonzo: Yeah!
If it's weird and wild we'll go and find it,
The crazier the better is what I say!

Rizzo: To tell the truth I really wouldn't mind it,
Gonzo: Mind what?
Rizzo: If we found some place with ten square meals a day!

Jim: Let danger call my name!
Rizzo: If it does I'm gonna hide
Jim: I'll put my courage to the test,
Gonzo: And I'll be by your side
Rizzo: He'll be by your side.

Jim: There's gotta be something better than this,
Gonzo and Rizzo: Something more than this, to see
Jim: I know that there's so much out there to see.
And I know this life I'm living,
Can't be my destiny
Gonzo and Rizzo: Destiny
All: There's gotta be something better,
Something better,
There's something better than this for you and...
Me!

behind these hazel eyes-kelly clarkson

seems like just yesterday you were a part of me i used to stand so tall i used to be so strong your arms around me tight everything felt so right unbreakable like nothing could go wrong now i can't breathe no i can't sleep I'm barely hanging on here i am once again I'm torn into pieces can't deny it can't pretend just thought you were the one broken up deep inside but you won't see the tears i cry behind these hazel eyes i told you everything opened up and let you in you made me feel alright for once in my life now all that's left of me is what i pretend to be sewed together what's so broken up inside cuz i can't breathe no i can't sleep I'm barely hanging on here i am once again I'm torn into pieces can't deny it can't pretend just thought you were the one broken up deep inside but you won't get to see the tears i cry behind these hazel eyes swallow me then spit me out for hating you i blame myself seeing you it kills me now no i don't cry on the outside anymore here i am once again I'm torn into pieces can't deny it can't pretend just thought you were the one broken up deep inside but you won't get to see the tears i cry behind these hazel eyes here i am once again I'm torn into pieces can't deny it can't pretend just thought you were the one broken up deep inside but you won't get to see the tears i cry behind these hazel eyes

BACK!!!

Well, here I am, ONCE AGAIN (I'm torn into pieces, can't deny it, can't pretend, just thought you were the one... sorry... couldn't help it)!! I am currently at my mother's office with nothing to do. So, here I am, in the spare office, doing this. I must say, though, the space bar on this keyboard is really resistant. Mind you, the one at our house isn't exactly what you'd call the most resistant keyboard of the lot. Anyhoo, I just got back from lunch with an amigo. We went to chipotle (sp?) and it was actully pretty good. That was the first time I've been to chipotle, so I didn't know what to expect. So then we hung out for a little while and then went back to my mom's office. It was really fun.
Well, ever since Pamlico, almost everything reminds me of a song that needs to be sung, as demonstrated above. It's kind of weird, and funny at times as some Disney song races through my head when someone says something. That was Kelly Clarkson in that first sentence, in case you were wondering. Behind these hazel eyes by Kelly Clarkson. It's a rather awesome song. Now I've got it stuck in my head... snap... DARN YOU STUPID SINGING URGES!!!
Now all I have to do is think of something else. Like pirates.
For when you're a profesional pirate, you don't have to wear a suit. hey ho ho...
snap...
well, now you know what it's like to get in my head. A constant stream of annoying kid's music.

What Our Story Was

So there was this princess in a castle. She had relaly long, pretty hair but she was in a dilemma: she was out of shampoo. When she went onto the internet to buy some, the website had a popup: Acess Denied. So she called GeekSquad. When GeekSquad arrived, they assessed the situation, and then confirmed that they could help. Then the Princess thought she'd run away with one of them. Then Sir Lancelot came out from behind the curtain, brandishing his sword. Out of the sword popped a magical bottle of shampoo. Meanwhile, the GeekSquad guys were done fixing her computer and becoming confused about which one of them she was going to elope with, but she had changed her mind: she was going to marry Lancelot. Then the invisible Pirates and Ninjas came and started beating each other up, as well as the GeekSquad guys. The GeekSquad guys were still confused about the Princess' marriage choice. So they all ended up having a random dance party.
The end.

back

Well, I am back from our sea kayaking trip. It was fun. Tiring, but fun. I had to be towed on the last day, but whatever. We went almost 50 miles. 47, technically, as the crow flies, but once you factor in the weird turns that were at least a mile's worth, we ended up doing about fifty.
The first day we got caught in a lighning/ thunder storm, so we all had to get off the water. I was the slowpoke, and it was annoying, but whatever. So we were in the storm, and when we got out of our kayaks, my mom was FREAKING OUT because that is what my mom does, and she yelled at us a LOT. So then I had the idea that we could do one of those sentence story things where each person says a sentene. I'm going to post it in a new post.

what i'm going to be doing

Okay, I'm going to be out of town with my venture crew all of next week. And I have to work tomorrow for most of the day, so I'm going to not be able to write for a while. I'm going to Palmico Bay (or sound, I can't remember which) for a week long sea kayaking trek. We're technically boy scouts, so that's why we're allowed to do this. The Palmico trek, I mean. Girl Scouts aren't allowed to, for some reason. But my girl scout troop is still able to go to Switzerland, because Girl Scouts have some place there that's a lot cheaper than a hotel. Not exactly sure how they're allowed to do that, but oh well. Well, Girl Scouts are international, so that's probably why they're allowed to have places in Switzerland. And Mexico. And other countries. I think. Oh well. Switzerland should be fun. Especially if we get to go get CHOCOLATE! But I hope we don't go get cheese. I don't like Swiss Cheese. I don't know why. I just don't. Anyway, I have to go. Bye.

Aladdin

Aladdin Junior, our summer camp musical, went really bad for most of the time. But the third show went fairly well, even though it was the ONE time I messed up "A Whole New World" because I didn;t have a page turner, so I really messed up a couple bars because the page wouldn't turn. But, somehow, we survived. I have no idea how we survived, but survive we did. The first show we did, almost none of the main characters could be heard, so on the second and third show, our director managed to get microphones for the people who really needed them. So we did better the second day. But we still sometimes messed up. But that was only to be expected when you had a set of six year old triplets, and one of them is Jasmine. Oh, yeah, we had two Abus-the other two triplets-and one of them ripped part of her pants, right over the butt, and I had a roll of duck tape in my backpack, so I duck taped her pants, and it was like, "Okay, of all the times you are going to do the back and butt show in your lifetime, this should not be one of them." I'm not entirely sure why I had a roll of a duck tape in my backpack, but that's beside the point. I think it was because we were originally going to do the Genie's shackles out of duck tape, and I kept the tape in my backpack in case we had to do repairs or remakes or something. I had already made the shackles, and it ended up that we only used them for one show-the first one.

Where I was over the Weekend

I was in Florida over the weekend for my cousin's wedding. I had a performance the night before, so I got in the day of the wedding, which was kind of like Cinderella- party with friends for a night, and then wake up early and leave town. The wedding was actually really nice-it was short (it was only about half an hour long), sweet (quite a lot of people were crying), and to the point (last wedding I went to had communion for like 200 people). I actually had a job-I was not a bridesmaid, I was the Keeper of the Guest Book-I was basically like, "Hey! Have a program! And sign the Guest Book!" And that was it. But I still got one of those flowers that all the people in the wedding wear. Since there was no room on my dress-it was a halter top-I put it on my duck tape purse. The reception was really nice. The place they had rented had a really nice view over the waters of I-Do-Not-Know-What-Body. I was taking a whole ton of pictures during the dancing. Well, when it was the Bride and Groom and Mom and Dad dancing. Not a lot of people danced otherwise. When it was time for the Throwing of the Flowers, well...guess who got the flowers? Me. The cousin of the bride. The Groom's 14-year-old brother got the garter. It was epic. Really epic. I think both of us were the youngest in the Crowd of People Trying to Catch Flying Objects. I am the youngest of my cousins, but I do not know about the Groom's side. After the wedding we hung out at the house where we were sleeping and then went to bed. The next morning we went to my grandpa's old house and hung out for a while and patched up this inch-wide rathole. Then we went out to eat and then slept at my grandpa's old house. Monday was very boring. We did not really do anything. Tuesday we flew home. And now I am here. :)

back!

Okay, I know I haven't posted in a while. I've kept forgetting and then I got a journal, and that's where I've been doing most of my writing, for all of the last thre days... So somehow, I'm going to do some sort of compromise between the two...

progressive dinner

Progressive dinner was awesome. Details later.

ookayy...

So I was just reading a blog by a guy knitter, and he had TWO lists of "100 things about me." So, just for the sake of it, I'm going to do a list of "As Many Things About Me As I Can List."
1. I'm a teenager.
2. I like pie.
3. I enjoy sudoku, even though I'm really bad at it.
4. On July 14th, 2009, I completed my first Samurai Sudoku.
5. I knit a lot.
6. I can knit a thousand stitches in an hour. Sometimes.
7. I've never had a boyfriend.
8. I'm a girl.
9. I've used power tools.
10. I'm a black belt in Tae Kwon Do.
11. I've been doing Tae Kwon Do since I was seven.
12. I've played piano since I was six.
13. I really like show tunes.
14. I don't like rap.
15. I don't like my brother's taste in music.
16. I am a swimmer.
17. The most time I have dropped in a swim meet was 10 seconds off my Freestyle time when I was ten.
18. I like almost every kind of ice cream.
19. I don't like ice cream that has nuts in it.
20. If it's food and you put it in front of me, I'll probably eat it, unless it's a guinea pig or fish guts or fish eggs or something.
21. If I had to pick one friend to apologize to, it would be my friend from 5th grade that I had a falling out with.
22. I don't like broccoli.
23. My favorite kind of ice cream would either be Moose Tracks or Chocolate Chip Cookie Dough.
24. I speak elvish.
25. I can write the dwarvish runes.
26. I'm probably the nerdiest girl you're ever going to meet.
27. I've seen all the Star Wars movies except for Episode Three.
28. I was too freaked out by the previews when it came out, and I never got around to it after I got the guts.
29. One of my career choices would probably be a stunt double.
30. My favorite kick in tae kwon do is spider kick.
31. I can flip people over.
32. Even though I do tae kwon do, I'd probably never have the guts to kill anything bigger than a fly.
33. I don't mind picking up worms with my bare hands, though.
34. I don't see why a lot of other girls spend so much time with makeup and stuff.
35. I'd like to consider myself a tomboy, but I know that I'm not.
36. I don't like shopping if it's with my mom.
37. I really don't like clothes shopping, regardless.
38. I like my stash of earrings.
39. I have more than 20 balls of yarn.
40. I used to play soccer.
41. I used to play basketball.
42. I used to play violin.
43. I had to quit soccer because of scheduling conflicts.
44. My basketball team broke up a few years ago.
45. I would have continued with violin, I was just too busy.
46. I like being in the music department.
47. Before last summer, I had never worn a pair of heels.
48. That's not counting the whole Mommy's-Closet-Dress-Up phase.
49. I'm one of the shortest people in my family.
50. I haven't lied so far in this list.
51. However, I have lied to get out of stuff like black belt tests I'm not ready for.
52. I am somewhat intimidated by my brother.
53. I am somewhat intimidated by my mother.
54. I am in no way, shape, or form intimidated by my father.
55. I think that's because my dad never yelled at me when I was a kid.
56. I wear some of my dad's old clothes.
57. I wear some of my granddad's old clothes.
58. I wear some of my brother's old clothes.
59. The first time I willingly wore my mom's old clothes was on ASP, when we needed dirty, ratty jeans.
60. I like to read.
61. Another career choice I would pick would be a writer.
62. Sometimes I wish I had a boyfriend.
63. Most of the time I don't care, though.
64. I'm glad I have no social life.
65. If I did, I wouldn't know what to do with it.
66. I sometimes wonder why people get trashed when their parents are away.
67. That's why I don't.
68. I'm a lifeguard.
69. I flunked my lifeguarding test on my birthday.
70. I'm very glad I went on ASP.
71. I'm very glad I started the blog without my mom's permission.
72. It's kind of empowering, doing something your mom doesn't like.
73. Overall, I think I'm kind of scared of my mom.
74. I don't want my mom to think for me.
75. That's why I write.
76. I keep a journal.
77. I don't like secrets, but sometimes that's the only way to keep anything away from my mom.
78. I don't like it when my mother starts doing the whole "how was your day?" thing.
79. I've been around people all day, can't I have some space? is my reasoning.
80. I wish I could love life as much as other people can.
81. Sometimes I wish I could fit in more.
82. Most times I don't bother.
83. I miss my long hair.
84. I donated to locks of love.
85. I have dyed my hair blue and I have dyed it purple.
86. The dye's washed out now in both cases.

prompt of the day

Take the last line of a favorite poem, and put it as the first line of your own poem-Still I Rise (Maya Angelou.)

Still I rise
But wait, I'm not rising anymore
I died.

The end. I'm not in the best of moods, as you can probably tell. I'm hungry and somewhat tired and not ready for life. AND on Thursday's the Progressive Dinner for Swim Team and we all have assigned dates and the guys have to ask the girls and I still haven't been asked yet. At the swim meet, people said that my date was going to be one of my friends who's kind of a nerd (okay, a lot of a nerd, nerdier than me, even) but I asked him whether he was going and he said that he wasn't. This is kind of irritating. Oh, well. Life is life. I just hope I don't get anyone idiotic, like one of the 13-14's. That would be awkward as well as annoying because I'm not IN the 13-14's anymore. I'm still curious who's supposed to ask me, though, because I know that nobody's going to ask me out anyway, so it would be kind of amusing to see who's supposed to ask me. Last night, at the swim meet, one of the guys went up over the loudspeaker and asked his date.
later.