Ok so I'm not a big TV person, I mean I talk a lot about TV shows and stuff, but I don't just sit and watch TV I hear about them from my siblings or I just hear whats going on, but ya. Recently with this foot injury I've been watching A LOT of TV. Mostly shows like Dr. Oz, Dr. Phil, the food network, and Ellen.
For the record my Grandma loves Ellen. She has a timer that goes off at 4 every day telling her that Ellen's on. Yah. But recently Ellen has been doing this spot called "Ellen's Wonderful World of Web" or something like that. On yesterdays episode she showed this video (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VGe2cwsR-IQ) of twelve year old Grayson Chance singing Paparazzi by Lady Gaga and OH MY FREAKIN GOSH! This kid is incredible. Never had a vocal lesson. 3 years of piano lessons.
Watch this video. Love it. Tell all your friends about it. Do ettttttttt. why? well I'll tell you why...
Pretend its the future twenty years from now...no twenty hundred years from now there's this old man he's just walking then there's this random banana peel. Oh no!!!! the old man is like legally blind and his lil walking dog is on vacation in Fiji. He doesn't see the banana. He steps on the banana peel and WAHBAM! he's down folks. Ten points to Peel, Zipppp for Old Futuristic Man.
Now listen to this kids music! quick before an old futuristic blind man slips on a banana peel!!!! GOOOOOO before its too lateeeeeeeeeeeeeee!!!
Ughhh my keyboard is being all whacky. Like when I press the Enter key it goes upwards. What the frijole?!
Grrrrr....sometimes I wish I was a shark and then I remember oh wait...I'm afraid of deep water, sea creatures, smelly fisherman (pirates are ok oddly enough...but maybe its the accent), and...boats. Ya so if I was a shark I'd probably be like the anti-shark. I'd be like the little mermaid but like a shark and not a mermaid. Hahahaha.
I am seriously gonna kill this keyboard. DIEEEEEEE! Did you watch the video? hmmmmm? Did you love it. Did you save an old man from a banana peel fiasco? Come on people lives are on the line.
Well...that's all for now folks. Watch that video make that kid FAMMMMOOOOUUUUSSSSS. and while your at it...invite a couple of your friends to follow my blog here....follow it yourself purty please????
Until we meet again folks...oh and remember frogs don't really turn into princes when you kiss them you just contract poisonous diseases.
Love,
Madame Rara
Thursday, May 13, 2010
Thursday, May 6, 2010
Puberty. Yuck.
Once we had this huge crack in the wall. It wasn't very noticeable even though it was in like the center of our living room. I must've walked past it like a trillion times and I never noticed it, but I think that goes without saying. However that is not my point. Our land lord we'll call him "Dave" (hi Dave!!!!) hires this guy, we'll call him "Guy hired by Dave to fix cracked wall in Living Room", to fix the crack. So long story short this dude patches up our wall, but before he leaves he says "its gonna look worse before it gets better" hmmm. Acute observation "Guy hired by Dave to fix cracked wall in Living Room" but at that moment I kid you not I turned around and said, very loudly might I add "LIKE PUBERTY!" and how freaking true that is. Puberty it gets worse before it gets better.
I pity my parents I really do. In my family there are four girls before two boys. That's a WHOLE lotta puberty. A whole lotta of zits, of boyfriends, of stinkiness, of mood swings, of growth spurts, of blahblahblahblahblah. In short puberty sucks. Who thought it was a good idea in the first place, I mean seriously. I think we should all stay toddlers! Sure there are tactical errors to this, but shhhh just hear me out. If we were all toddlers there would be no more drug abuse, no more alcoholism, no more wars. I mean we'd all have the mental capacity of toddlers and the worst you can do even if you're a baby genius is spell out I HATE YOU in those preschool blocks. It would be soooo great!
Maybe we could elect certain people to grow up and be our caretakers, cause uh we're toddlers those diapees ain't gonna change themselves, huh? We could hire the guys from Full House, they've got experience, I mean they did practically raise the Olson Twins...oh wait, maybe thats not such a good idea. Anyways. I'll be presenting my proposition to Congress Monday. At the rate that they're handing out funding lately I'm sure me and my team of professionals (my two chaweenies Lily and Delilah) will have Project Toddler up and going in NO TIME!
Aside from puberty there's also something I've been thinking about lately, especially now that I'm taking health. I just finished the section where they discuss different age groups and stages in life. You have infant-hood, adolescence, adult-hood, and then the they stop counting cause your so freakin old. It seems to me that individuals *cough cough* who hit this 'stop counting age' some of them go through an age degression. For instance. We all know that eventually you loose the color in your hair...ok? Known fact of life people, so why is it that I go to the supermarket every so often and see Grams over there with purple hair. HELLOOOOOO does anyone else see a problem with this? When your ninety some-odd years you should not look like a chewed up spit out version of the kids I go to school with ok? Stop shopping at HOT TOPIC and go buy some freaking loafers, play bingo, go golfing, lecture kids about pulling their pants up and the good old days, which were really not that good...you said so yourself in the "I had to walk fifty miles in the snow barefoot to school" speech...but I guess memory loss comes with the whole white hair thing. Maybe its the white hair. Its like the sun hits it and then there's this chain reaction and BAM you can't remember a thing.
Look at me. One blog post and I've already solved half of humanities problems! Bahahahhaahaha.
I don't really have much more to say now, besides the fact that I'll probably be doing a lot of blogging in the near future. Long story. Moral of lesson DO NOT JUMP AND JIVE AT YOUR PROM YOU MAY JUST BE THAT LUCKY GIRL WHO ENDS UP HAVING TO BE CARRIED OUT BY HER DAD AND LANDS HERSELF IN THE ER THE NEXT DAY CAUSE SHE RUPTURED HER ANTERIOR LIGAMENT! more on that one later though....
In the mean time. Don't take no wooden nickels kids. ;) lol.
Yours truly,
Madame Rara
I pity my parents I really do. In my family there are four girls before two boys. That's a WHOLE lotta puberty. A whole lotta of zits, of boyfriends, of stinkiness, of mood swings, of growth spurts, of blahblahblahblahblah. In short puberty sucks. Who thought it was a good idea in the first place, I mean seriously. I think we should all stay toddlers! Sure there are tactical errors to this, but shhhh just hear me out. If we were all toddlers there would be no more drug abuse, no more alcoholism, no more wars. I mean we'd all have the mental capacity of toddlers and the worst you can do even if you're a baby genius is spell out I HATE YOU in those preschool blocks. It would be soooo great!
Maybe we could elect certain people to grow up and be our caretakers, cause uh we're toddlers those diapees ain't gonna change themselves, huh? We could hire the guys from Full House, they've got experience, I mean they did practically raise the Olson Twins...oh wait, maybe thats not such a good idea. Anyways. I'll be presenting my proposition to Congress Monday. At the rate that they're handing out funding lately I'm sure me and my team of professionals (my two chaweenies Lily and Delilah) will have Project Toddler up and going in NO TIME!
Aside from puberty there's also something I've been thinking about lately, especially now that I'm taking health. I just finished the section where they discuss different age groups and stages in life. You have infant-hood, adolescence, adult-hood, and then the they stop counting cause your so freakin old. It seems to me that individuals *cough cough* who hit this 'stop counting age' some of them go through an age degression. For instance. We all know that eventually you loose the color in your hair...ok? Known fact of life people, so why is it that I go to the supermarket every so often and see Grams over there with purple hair. HELLOOOOOO does anyone else see a problem with this? When your ninety some-odd years you should not look like a chewed up spit out version of the kids I go to school with ok? Stop shopping at HOT TOPIC and go buy some freaking loafers, play bingo, go golfing, lecture kids about pulling their pants up and the good old days, which were really not that good...you said so yourself in the "I had to walk fifty miles in the snow barefoot to school" speech...but I guess memory loss comes with the whole white hair thing. Maybe its the white hair. Its like the sun hits it and then there's this chain reaction and BAM you can't remember a thing.
Look at me. One blog post and I've already solved half of humanities problems! Bahahahhaahaha.
I don't really have much more to say now, besides the fact that I'll probably be doing a lot of blogging in the near future. Long story. Moral of lesson DO NOT JUMP AND JIVE AT YOUR PROM YOU MAY JUST BE THAT LUCKY GIRL WHO ENDS UP HAVING TO BE CARRIED OUT BY HER DAD AND LANDS HERSELF IN THE ER THE NEXT DAY CAUSE SHE RUPTURED HER ANTERIOR LIGAMENT! more on that one later though....
In the mean time. Don't take no wooden nickels kids. ;) lol.
Yours truly,
Madame Rara
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