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.
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!
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!
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:
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. )
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.
