Marilyn... need I say more?

  Oh My! I'm so sorry guys! I've left you all alone for like a month! Please forgive me, I really have no good explanation for it, I've just not really been paying attention. I don't know what's wrong with me. Anyway, lately, I've been in some sort of drama fever. Not like Drama Queen, Prom, Popularity drama, but like Acting, Theater, Arts kind of drama. It started about two weeks ago when I was hit with Wicked fever. Wicked is my absolute favorite musical in the world. No doubt about it. I love everything about it, the complexity, the storyline, the emotion, the subtext. LOVE IT! So I randomly got hit with a small case of Wicked, dragging my mom with me. Maniacal laugh... Maniacal laugh...
       Then I watched that new movie "My Week With Marilyn". Wow... amazing. Michelle Williams was so amazing, sometimes I had to remind myself that she wasn't actually Marilyn. That movie inspired me. Suddenly, I constantly thought about Marilyn, what she would do, how her life was. It was tragic, and she became my new obsession. She still is. I went online and watched as many Marilyn movies as I could find. Even Monkey Business that barely has anything to do with Marilyn. I watched the Prince and the Showgirl. That movie is the main setting and plot of My Week With Marilyn, so naturally I had to watch it. It was really funny, and I kept merging the two movies together in my mind.
    Then, like a good little nerd, I went to the library and checked out every book about Marilyn they had I (which wasn't much, only two books and Some Like It Hot the movie). One book is a compilation of a bunch of Marilyn's notes and notebooks and pictures and such, found by the Lee Strasberg's daughter in her attic. For those of you who don't know, Lee was Marilyn's #1 acting coach who received a lot in Marilyn's will, those notes included. I'm looking it over rigfht now and it's pretty interesting.
    Marilyn is so inspiring. She was a truly gifted actress but no one could tell her so. She had a case of the lowest self-esteem America has seen in a while. I wish that I could have a fraction of her talent, but I don't want her life. R.I.P. Norma Jeane...

Gentlemen Prefer Blondes

No business like Show Business

From the opening scene, to the bows...

 It's over! After 3 months of grueling, painstaking practice, (total dramatization) I am done with my musical. We worked hard to perfect the wonderful musical, Fiddler on the Roof Jr. To put it in my mother's words, "I believe we did a smashing job!".
  I remember auditions in 2011 about November. I was so nervous, I've never done this thing before. Even though I was nervous, I was determined to try my hardest and get the best part I could. Then, as I was standing up to sing my part, I choked. I started singing high, quietly, like a whisper. Everyone can do that. I felt my eyes water up, I absolutely blew the singing part of it. I sat in the corner and waited out the rest of the singing until it came part to show my hand at acting. They gave us a script book and a part, and we did our best. This one, I knew what I could do. No one can make me ruin my acting, that's my strongest talent! I was "temporarily" given the part of Yente, and when my time came, I put all my feelings and ideas and cheesy accents into one line. It was quite a long line. I sounded amazing, even I could tell, the director and assistant director looked at me in shock. Oh yeah, I'm that awesome.
  After that, I eagerly awaited to hear if I made it into the musical, thankfully I did, now I just had to hear if I was going to get a good part. After all, they still didn't know that I could actually sing, since I ruined my audition. The time came and I realized with horror that I got Yente. Oh great, I got an old lady that barely says anything. I was pretty upset.
  I regret to admit that I acted like a brat for the beginning of the rehearsals. I did nothing but pout and mope. I didn't know anyone, and they all seemed to believe they were so much better than me because they'd done it before. Well, eventually I got fed up with whining and being hard on myself, and I embraced myself for who I am, an obnoxious, loud-mouthed, funny and air-headed Yente! I had all sorts of fun with it.
  The next couple of months I did nothing but focus my inner Yente, I worked hard to focus and channel and think about what Yente would do in everyday situations. I was dedicated to my character.
  My musical was last night and my Grandma even flew out her from Wisconsin just to see my performance. After three months, one night ends it all. Today was my cast party and while it was fun at first, we all slowly realized that we're never going to be altogether again. It was quite melancholy if you think about it.
  Three months. Three months of work taught me a lot, not just about the musical and storyline, but about myself too. Now, I see myself as Yente, the Polish matchmaker. And that's all I could have hoped to think.
  I love Fiddler on the Roof.


Now this song seems to match something in me; and it's in my head:

Parting is such Sweet Sorrow...

  It's been a while since I last posted I realize. Oh well. I've been really busy with Fiddler and stuff. I had Fine Arts night on Thursday. Fine Arts Night is an event at school in which some of the best artwork of the year is put on display and all of the Music Clubs perform in some small way. It's just our school's way of pretending we are wonderful and trying to get other kids to turn into joiners like me and my friends. I performed a scene of Fiddler and played two songs with my Guitar Madness club in which we kicked butt! I also started Fine Arts Night by announcing the National Anthem played on the guitar by my friend Tyrin and then announcing Guitar Madness itself. We were the first to perform that night. It was major fun.
  But before that fun night, I had a sad one. One week ago, I said goodbye to someone special. They were someone who I knew and liked, but could have known better. They moved to Pennsylvania to be near family. As a military brat, I understand the "moving process" well. I know that everyone eventually moves on from smalltown Carthage.
  So I said goodbye to them, and as all goodbyes are, it was hard. Goodbyes should never be looked forward to, no matter what the circumstances are. I just hope they have a wonderful time in Pennsylvania, I hope they don't forget about me, I know I sure won't forget about them anytime soon.

"Good night, good night! Parting is such sweet sorrow,

That I shall say good night till it be morrow"

Camp Lazlo... Small Potatoes. Oh La La!

I was watching TV with my little brother Hunter this morning, and got a glimpse of today's children's shows. I watch all those teen shows, like Glee, which happens to be my favorite. But I didn't realize until now, what weirdness is being shown on TV in the morning. I like some of the shows, you should really check them out:

• Jake and the Neverland Pirates
• Mickey Mouse Clubhouse
• What's new Scooby-Doo?
• Looney Tunes (I know you know that one)
• Tom and Jerry (another classic)
• Little Bill
• Olivia

      Most of these shows have been running for a while, but it seems that lately, channels have been canceling good shows, and replacing them with junk. Remember Imagination Movers? Awesome show, me and Hunter loved that one. But it's gone now.
      Ever hear of Small Potatoes? Neither have I before this morning. It's where potatoes sing about love and caring and stuff like that. It's one of those five minute short things on Disney Junior, formerly known as Playhouse Disney. A potato? Seriously, that's all these big executives could think of? I find it odd. 
       These shows keep getting dumber and dumber. You know Camp Lazlo, from Cartoon Network? It's about a broken down old camp inhabited by misfits and weirdos. And a camp counselor who hates the world. I saw one episode where someone married a tree! Not the best show in the world.
     Cartoon Network is full of odd shows. The Amazing World of Gumball, Adventure Time, Regular Show, we can barely watch the channel anymore because most of the shows are just plain wrong. Remember Dexter's Laboratory? I based my life on Dee Dee! Johnny Bravo? Powerpuff Girls? Some of my favorite shows as a littler kid.
  Today, I just noticed how little pop culture there is in these modern day children's shows. It was... different. If this is how technology evolves, I don't want to be a part of that. I'll stick to the classics. Where Bambi saves the forest, and Cinderella gets Prince Charming. The rest of the world can move on if they want.
   I dare you to comment and tell me your favorite TV show as a kid. We'll see who really reads my blog.

Mardi Gras!

Today is Mardi Gras, the day of all days. One of the few days of the year when you can eat and party all day and have an excuse. This also works for New Year's Eve, Christmas, and your birthday if it's on a weekend. And if you're lucky enough to have Mardi Gras parades near you, go to them. They are so much fun! If the only one that is near you is the ten minute parade that passes your house, then at least you have one. Us in the North don't get anything. If you're near New Orleans, GO to Mardi Gras THERE! It will be one of the funnest parties you've ever been to. The whole town is one big party. If you, like my friend, can go to Mardi Gras in Venice, then I will forever hold a grudge against you because the closest I've come to international is Canada. But I heard that is fun to go to as well.

  Mardi Gras is the day where you eat a big feast, get fat, and fall asleep drunk. I should know because I did a big newspaper article on it in my elementary school paper. But the day after Mardi Gras is the anti-party. Ash Wednesday is when your parents come home after your party and make you clean up and do extra chores as your punishment. It is the hangover treatment of all parties. The part when you sober up and realize you have work to do. Ash Wednesday is the start of Lent.
  On Ash Wednesday, you must finally decide what it is that you want to give up. On Lent, a person gives up something that is of great importance to them for 40 days and 40 nights in symbolism to Jesus fasting in the desert with no food or drink for 40 days and 40 nights. But something that is reasonable, so you cannot give up homework or school, or if you're an adult, work. Say you're always on the computer, then it might be beneficial to give up the computer for Lent. Or say you're a choco-holic. You could give up chocolate. One year, I gave up computer, I realized it wasn't that hard. Last year I gave up chocolate, a lot harder than computer.
  This year, I think I'm giving up junk food altogether. Yes, this so extremely hard, that I will need your help. First, if you are doing Lent, leave a comment, telling me what it is. If you're not doing Lent, it's ok, everyone has their own religion. 1st Amendment. Then, I am going to be held accountable to everyone reading this. If you happen to get the idea that I am breaking this junk food fast, please remind me of what it is I am doing.
The end of Lent, is Easter. On that day, you can binge, have fun, and play on the computer as much as you want. Lent will be over. Until then, good luck!

First Date

Do you remember yours? Mine was last night, at Showtime Skating, our local roller rink. Yes, very 70s, but it was beyond fun. We skated for only 2 hrs, but my feet were in pain anyways.
Yesterday was a long day for me:
1: Wake up at 7:30 and go to gymnastics at 8:30.
2: Have 1/2 hr private lesson with one of my awesome friends and coaches, Carolyn, (who's probably reading this).
3: Help coach for 3 hrs with Carolyn, (sometimes my mom)
4: Take a Level 5 class with another coach, Amber for 1 hr (almost break my tailbone doing a front tuck)
5: Come home and do some chores.
6: Go to showtime where I meet Max, an amazing guy who I've had a crush on for a while and he asked me out last week.
7: Skate for what seems like forever. (I didn't fall once! Though I had some close calls and maybe tripped a couple people.)
8: Take a break in which he offers to buy me a drink (How sweet) but I decline because I'm weird like that.
9: Realize how tired I am, but I'm having so much fun I don't even realize it.
10: Go right back out on the floor and skate some more, taking breaks more and mroe as my feet feel like they are gaining blisters. Stupid Mental Rentals...
11: Then as 7:00 finally rolls around the corner, we stop, take off our skates,( painstakingly for me.)
12: Say goodbye sadly, but I know I'll see him soon.

I had my first date last night. It was fantastic! I had a lot of fun!

Twitterpated...

Love is in the air. It's Valentine's Day tomorrow! One of my favorite holidays. Valentine's day is largely disputed among middle school. Some like it, some hate it. To us, the only thing that ever seems to be circulating in our head besides hormones is who we are currently "dating" if anyone. It sounds sad considering the fact that most of us don't even actually go out on "dates". Because obviously, we're too young, as most of you are thinking right now. I am not at liberty to discuss my thoughts on that.
  For most, not even just middle and high schoolers, but for a lot of people, Valentine's Day is about your significant other. You take the time to realize how much they mean to you. You thank them for being there for you, for actually giving you the time of day, for loving you. But Valentine's Day is also about realizing how much you love your family. You don't always have to have a significant other to celebrate Valentine's Day.
  Love. To be spent with family, or a significant other if you're lucky to have one. Always fun. In elementary school, we'd walk around the classroom and give our friends fun little cards we got from Wal-Mart  that had cute pictures of barbie or Toy Story. The Valentines would always have crude little messages that were very punny. Like BEE my Valentine or I LUV YOU 2. Messages we didn't mean or know about but thought looked cool.  We'd make boxes and get to sit around all day and eat the candy that we got. A little party would be thrown. To this day, i still have no idea why they celebrated it, but I didn't want to question the idea of getting free candy. It's as wonderful as Halloween!
  Of course, I had to do Valentine's nails. But my camera is acting up and doesn't seem to like me. Bear with me.

 

 Paint a base coat with light pink. I actually used a light pink at my friend Mckenzie's house but this was the exact same color just a different brand.

Thanks to the gorgeous red crackle my aunt gave me for my birthday, I have this creation. I put on one thing coat and surprisingly, the polish crackled the exact way I wanted it. Usually, it takes me a while t get the hang of the crackle but this was perfection.

Yeah, like I said, my camera is not my bestfriend right now. I guess I'll just have to tell you and let you imagine it. Yes, I want you to visualize. I took a silver striper and put french tips on the four of my connected fingers and a big silver heart outline on my thumb. In my opinion. They look totally cute. I absolutely love this polish. The crackle kind of gives it a zebra/ tiger kind of look, maybe I could do this alone... Oh the ideas...
What I used:

• Max Factor Diamond Hard Formula
• OPI Red Crackle
• Kiss Nail Art Sliver Glitter Striper

But anyway. May your day be full of love! From friends, from family, even saying hello to your neighbor! I hope your Valentine's Days will be splendiferous!

And to get into the splendiferous mood, listen to this while painting your LOVEly nails:

R.I.P.

Dance til you Drop!

  Just got home from my friend Mckenzie's house. We were "working really hard" on a project for Social Studies while watching Eclipse. It was fun. But anyway, that's so not what I'm talking about. Not about the fact that I strongly dislike my unfair teachers who choose sides and are strongly one-minded. Or about the fact that my musical is 1/2 choreographed, missing all of its scenery and props and performances are one March 5 and 6. That fact that my costume was given to me with giant yellow sweat stains under the armpits (oh yeah, these costumes have been pre-used). Or the fact that Fine Arts Night is swiftly approaching and me and my friend still can't play our performance song worth squat.
But, no, that's not what I'm going to talk about. I'm going to talk about the one thing in middle school that for two hours, makes the whole thing worth while.
  School dances.
School dances, I'm afraid, have been underutilized a lot lately. Yes, that was a large word, my brain is still buzzing for even thinking of it.  We all love dances, well, the ones of us with school pep. Not school pep, more like, any kind of pep, we really don't give a hoot about our school. We are pretty much duds at everything anyway, except maybe a couple sports. We're even on the school watch list at academics. Smooth right? Well it seems our school's about to be hit with a lot o' smooth criminals because we are having our second, count 'em: T-W-O, dance this year. Finally! We haven't had one since the beginning of the year. We used to have them a lot more often, but our principal has gotten stricter and doesn't really pass much fun anymore.
  This dance is put on by the French Club which, lucky me, I am in. I get to work the Kan-Jam game. You see, the French Club's Mardi Gras dance happens to be the most exciting dance of the year. Mostly because my French teacher happens to be the only teacher in the whole school who cares about having fun. My friends Erica and Lexi are working on the Butt Balloon Pop. If you wish for further explanation, here it is: You pay like a dollar or something like that to pick a balloon. You then sit on this balloon and bounce around on it until you pop it. If you're a lucky duck and you pick the right balloon. There will be a piece of paper in the rubber rubble. (say that 10x fast) The paper will say like one free soda or something like that, and you win! Yay! Totally random, yet totally fun.
  The best part is, I only have to work for 20 minutes out of the 2 hrs. So I'll have a lot of time to dance my booty off. It will be so much fun. I can't wait for Friday to come. I'm anxiously awaiting the King cake cupcakes, the balloon butt pop, and the awesome music! We''l have a fun DJ, we've had him before and he was pretty awesome.
Hope this song will be played:

(yes the actual dialogue is in a foreign language, it's the only one I could find. At least the song sounds the same)

Or the Glee version (I have a feeling I'm getting addicted to uploading youtube songs. )

Adventures in CakeBaking

  Everyone's done it at least once. (Yes, this is how I started my last blog) Maybe not to the extent that I did... If you haven't, then you seriously need to give me lessons or rub off your awesomeness onto me. It's been in movies. Some people may laugh when it happens, some may cry. It all depends...
  You see, tomorrow's my mom's birthday. Yes, everyone sing her a little Happy Birthday in you head, or out loud if your having a good day. So her birthday = Yay! Since we're not super mean and we're not going to let her make her own birthday, the job is then passed down to family line to me.
Louisa make cake: Yay...
It's not that I don't like doing it. I love baking things, it's fantastical. But... I'm not the perfect baker my mom is. So, occasionally, mishaps happen, or maybe not so occasionally. (Okay, so I admit it, every time I into the kitchen some mishaps happen.) I'm not the best. I say it again. I won't even mention the pizza moment, or the... nevermind.
You are saying, yeah, me too. That's okay. But I don't think you understand. My cake almost exploded. No lie. So yeah, maybe I'm the next best baker my family has, or more likely, I'm the next oldest who can handle the kitchen without burning the house down. Burn house down? Challenge accepted. But anyway,  let's break this down for you:

• Mom and Dad went to get Mom inked for her b-day. I'm babysitting and head baker. HEHE Maniacal Laugh Maniacal Laugh...
•  Preheated oven to appropriate time: 350 degrees.
• I mixed stuff together. I did that perfectly well. I'm pretty proud of that.
• I got a batter and a pan out. Still doing good.
• ROAD BLOCK! I tried to pour the batter into the pan. Little did I remember one teensy detail. Baking soda makes things rise. Oh yeah. That's right. I filled it up to the brim because in my head, Well, I don't want to waste the last little 1/2 cup of batter. It's fine. Besides, what's the worst that can happen?
•  Yes. I'm slapping myself for that smart idea. Put in oven. I'd say successfully. I only burnt myself 2 times out of the usual 5. Mission accomplished. 
• Watch it like a hawk because I still believe that nothing has gone wrong yet and you're wondering when the mayhem will start.
• Realize my mistake as I watch, horrified at the whole cake sputtering and overflowing in the oven. It looks like a volcano and I realize that my mom's going to kill me. Oh NOOO!
• Try to catch the drips from the oncoming waterfall of batter by placing another pan under it. Another smart move, dirtying another pan. Shhh. Don't tell anyone ;)
• Smelling something horrid burning. Noticing that the drips on the oven floor and the drips in the pan were burning up and bound to catch on fire soon. 
• Like Speedy Gonzales, turning off oven and tearing both pans out of it, burning myself a couple more times in the process.
• Realizing that the batter was pure liquid and it splashed all over the floor and counters. Fun.
• Swiffering the floor and clearing everything out leaving just a lot o' paper towels and the remains of the cake
• Cleaning like crazy because I got word that the 'rents (To use a term no one uses anymore) were on their way back. I promise that I have never cleaned so efficiently and quickly as I can.
• Scooping out the insides of the cake to lower the level a bit. Hoping that it works THIS time. Crossing my fingers.
• Finally scraping the crap off of the grids on the oven and cleaning out the oven as a whole. 
• Preheat again.
• Wait.
• Put cake in again. Cross fingers again.
• Smile stupidly when things turn out not that bad. Little mishaps may stink, but they usually turn out okay. Not perfect, but okay.

Whatever you do. Don't tell her about this. My mom anyways. This must remain in our secret until I give you the signal. The signal is "Caw! Caw!" Yeah. Wierd but I'm one of those kids you always wanted to be a secret agent who had secret signals. So this is me living my dream. When I write the signal in the comment box, then you can load my mother's inbox with as many e-mails as you wish. But until then, thanks for waiting. After all, birthdays are about surprises and my mom doesn't know what kind of cake I made, or how I made it.

Nail Fail!

  Everyone does it, some more than others. They fail. It could be a quiz, homework, an art project at home. For some (like me) it could be giving yourself a bad mani. It doesn't have to be every time you take a quiz, or make an art project. But once in a while, things don't turn out the way you'd like it to. I know most of you right now are going, "So, what's the big deal? It's just nails," while others are going, "Oh no! That stinks!" either sympathetically or sarcastically.
     For me, it's usually a big deal when I fail. This weekend, I found out something about my nail skills, I cannot do animal prints. I just can't. I tried this leopard print tutorial over at Steph's Closet. It seemed simple to me. I'm not really a leopard kinda gal (more of a zebra kinda gal. I LOVE zebra, almost more than the Muppets, but not quite), but I gave it a shot anyway. It looked cute on her. Of course, I'm one of those girls who always likes things when others do it, but I never like my own. Anyone else like that? Well I tried it on Friday night, and I didn't really like it, It looked like someone had strangled a cheetah and stole patches of it's spots. But it was a first time try so I didn't let it get me down too much. Too bad I didn't take a picture of it.
   Well if you know me, then you know that Saturdays are gymnastics days. On Saturdays I go to the YMCA in Watertown to practice and assist coaches, (like my mom and my awesome coach and friend Carolyn hehe) in gymnastics. Well, being my blonde self, (no offense to blondes elsewhere, I'm sure you have much more common sense than I) I put a topcoat on when I woke up, hoping that my nails would be dry by the time I got to the gym. Well you can guess what happened right?

I knew you could. So those are my nails, and my rolling around and helping little Tumbling Tigers kinda pushed my nail polish back a little. Go figure. It was probably a sign from the Nail Fairy that my nails stunk and I needed to change them. That's the story I'm going with anyway.
  So I changed my nails. I found this really cool tutorial a while back. It's so idiotically simple, and the idea was right under my nose because I had all the colors. I'm kicking myself for not thinking of this on my own. The best part, it's Louisa-proof! Yay! I got this idea from my favorite nail blog ever! Leslie at Polish Art Addiction. So here's what I did.

*This look is pretty cute. One day I could probably wear this alone.
Then I used Black Crackle from OPI to create the full effect.

It's like the scratch pads that used to bring me so much joy as a kid. HA! Who am I kidding? They still bring me joy and I'm still a kid. They are soo much fun, I am always like "OOHH Pretty Colors..." It's true. And I love Lisa Frank too. When I was little, I was in her fan club and got all this fun stuff. Which is now in the trash or in a box in our attic I must confess... but it was fun while it lasted. I'm a sucker for cute things and rainbows. A girl through and through.
   I don't have all that fancy-schmancy China Glaze stuff. I not real High Maintenance when it comes to nail polish. If it looks pretty, I'll buy any kind polish you throw at me. So this is what I used. Gotten mostly from Wally World. Some stuff my aunt Colleen sent me. She has even more nail polish than I. Though I guess I've never gotten a full head count of mine. I'll get on that...

From Left to Right, I have:

• Black Crackle:OPI
• Pink Violets: Max Factor Diamond Hard Formula
• Tulip Take-Off: Maybelline Express Finish
• Key West Coral: Maybelline Great Finish
• Hot Tamale: Pure Ice
• Yellow Polka: Pure Ice
• Beach Green: Kiss Nail Art Paint Stripers
• Free Spirit: Pure Ice
• Pool Party: Pure Ice
• Celestial: Pure Ice
• No Means No: Pure Ice

So that's how I failed and what I did to fix it. And a hint on my next post: I'm doing something big, it'll take me a while, I've done it before. It's a D.I.Y. and it's for someone that I love very much. Try to guess while I'm failing at that to. And here's some good nail painting music for good measure.

News of a sort...

Hello you gorgeous followers! I have some news! I know you're thinking, news, what news? Good or bad? Or if you've already seen my mom's facebook update, then you already know and you're like. "Yeah, yeah, yeah, get on with this already." But if you haven't seen it yet, don't. Just wait until the end of my blog post like the rest of the good followers here. And don't even think about skipping this perfectly good blog story.
  There's a spelling bee at my school, and most other schools. But before we are deemed as "gifted" enough to be graced with a spot in the Nerd Herd, as we so gracefully call ourselves, we must first take a spelling test. This spelling test consists of 25 words, most of them dreadfully difficult. Last year's was so atrocious, that the highest # of words correct was only 19, in the whole entire school. And that chick was really smarttt!!!!!! So this year we had the same kind of test, but it was seemingly easier. Don't ask me why.
  Apparently the other kids in my grade eventually got their test grades back, but I have yet to receive mine. The only way us kids find out if we made the spelling bee is, we get called down to the office. (It's really fun to tease the few really gullible children that think they're actually in trouble.) Don't worry, we tell them... eventually..... that we were joking. After we get kissed on our heads and sucked up to enormously (total exaggeration, no one has ever kissed me on my head), we go back to our class rooms and joyfully take on the role as the Nerd Herd.
  About a week later, we go up to sit on a stage in a totally random order that is decided by picking numbers out of a hat, yes, a very sophisticated process I must admit. Then the spelling bee begins. Eventually all of my friends get kicked out of the unforgiving competition. My friend did nothing but stutter a wrong letter, he even caught himself, but if was too late. I felt bad for him, I wanted him to win, he won last year and I knew he was an awesome speller. My words, however, seemed to get easier. The hardest word I ever got  was laborious. Hard right? I had a large assortment of odd words. (vital, twinkly, mustard, mischief, carnival, shallow, etc....) I bet you can tell what happened eventually right?
   (Warning: this may sound nerdy) Every kid has a right to his own, awesome, nail-biting climax, correct? If not, I'll give mine to you anyway. Picture this: It's me and this one other kid. He stands up shakily, sweat pouring down his face. I look up slyly and smile, already smelling victory. My teacher mutters a simple word into the microphone. "Altogether," she states. The boy is completely lost... "Altogether, A-L-L-T-O-G-E-T-H-E-R?" The bell goes off, he's down. I spell two more words correctly, and I won.
                    You want to know a secret? Total exaggeration. It wasn't that amazing. Truth: He spelled a word wrong, I spelled a word right. The end. But like I said, every kid should get his/her own awesome, nail-biting climax.
   So the girl who got 19 words right on the spelling test last year, (oh yeah, that was me, aren't I modest? ;)) also won the spelling bee this year. I won and now I will get to go on to Regionals. I'll give you info on that when I get it.



*P.S. For those of you who skipped the whole blog story and instead went to the end, go back and read the story. And stop cheating!

There's only one Miss Piggy, and she is moi!

Let's Mupp- it up!!! Yes, I know that's about as cheesy as it can get, but it's still Muppets, how much better can you get? Today I am going to do my first polish swatch. For those of you who don't know what that is, it's where I review a nail polish and show you what it looks like. In this case, several polishes. I recently got all sorts of fun nail art things from my awesome mom, one of these things being the Muppet inspired collection of nail polish from OPI. So I am going to try it out because when it comes to nail polishes, it's time to decide whether you're a man, or a Muppet.

  This is the Muppet Collection. It's so cute! I'm using Wocka Wocka! right now. It's a really cute deep red color. I think I'm in love.

For the third and fourth pictures you see up there, I decorated with Excuse Moi! and
Designer... de Better! Cute right?



This is not in the collection but it goes along with the Muppet theme. BTW: I LOVE MUPPETS! I am so in love with the Muppets, it's not even funny. I love the old Muppet show, I even wanted a Muppet for Christmas. But they were $100 so I'll have to save up a little more for that one. Anyway, I am soo off course here, this is another awesome polish I got from my mom recently. It's called... wait for it... Rainbow Connection! Yes, like the song. The song that is really stuck in my head right now. The polish looks like it suggests, a rainbow. Just look!

Told you! So those are my awesome, sensational new polish colors. The Muppets have some pretty good taste! So I've discovered this while writing: I am a Muppet of a man! (or woman to be specific).
And just so that you can get it stuck in your head, I'll give you the music I rocked out to while painting these bad boys:

Aren't I funny? Maniacal laugh... Maniacal laugh...

Getting into the "Swing" of it

Howdy. I just want to thank all my new followers for taking the time to follow me. I promise, after this funky post, I will not let you down. As the title tells, I'm getting into the swing of this blog thing. Chaos Mommy keeps telling me to post things, but the fact is, I just don't know what to post. Does anyone else ever feel like that? She told me to talk about the funny things my little brother Hunter does, but that's just not what I want to do. Besides, I can't call the blog, "Stuff my Brother Says" because thats kinda already been used.
  I can't talk about school much either. This is all that's happened today:

• We learned about stocks in school... boring right? 
• I learned a really fun new word, BAZONKA! (Yes it is meant to sound obnoxious(:  ) 
• We have to start thinking about our Four Year Plans so that we can face the dangerous, rebellious halls of high school with a piece of paper that says we know what we are doing when we are really ants in a school of hungry grasshoppers. Confusing right? 
• My mother wants me to sing my favorite song in an upcoming Lorence Idol, put on by my Choral Director Mrs. Lorence. 
• The only other exciting thing in school is people coughing up lungs (not literally) and sending snot and germs to land all over me and my friends. Joy..... Grody, Grody JOY. Can you sense the amusement in my voice?

  So now I've successfully written a blog about nothing. Aren't I talented?
  I hope all of your lives are far more fascinating than mine at this moment. Just remember:

Post Numéro un

  This is my first post. Does this mean I'm an official new blogger? If it does, YAY! Everybody, let's break out the sparkling grape soda and the juiceboxes because I'm going to celebrate! Now you might be saying, what is this girl doing, well ladies and gentleman, I'm breaking the ice.
   My name is Louisa B. I'm a spunky girl who does well in school, takes French and tries to make everthing sound positive. I said spunky because I recently heard that word and now it is stuck in my mind. It sounded fun. I'm from the mighty state of Wisconsin, yes, I'm a proud Cheesehead. Please don't say anything about the Packer's recent stumble. :( I am from Wisconsin, but right now I'm residing in the state of New York. That's because my dad's in the army, so we're currently stationed at Ft. Drum.
  I'm a big movie person. I love movies so much, I even wish to become an actress when I grow up. To start, I am in my school's production of Fiddler on the Roof. Fun right? I play Yente, the old matchmaker. I have a lot of funny lines :). But anyways, I'm so off topic, if you catch random movie quotes in my blogs, please comment about it. It'll be kind of a game.
  Now that I introduced myself to the zero followers I have. ;) Let me tell you what I'm going to be doing on this blog, well frankly, a lot. I post D.I.Y.s, which is one of my favorite things to do, and I'll tell you about the wacky things that happen with me and my Chaos Family. Some of you may even follow my mom at The Chaos Mommy. If you don't you totally should, she's even better at this blogging thing than I am! Hehe. Small joke.
Well I've kind of got to get going now. I'm sure looking forward to this blog, I hope you are looking forward to it too.