Sunday, January 30, 2011

The Weekend

  Michael was a fairly normal person. As a gangly, 16 year old teenager trying to survive high school, he enjoyed weekends with the passion of seventy synchronized panda bear skydivers. In case the reader of this post does not have experience with skydiving pandas, let an experienced observer tell this individual that this is quite a bit of passion. Anyways, I digress. One Friday night, Michael returned home from a splendid birthday party totally exhausted. He slowly walked to his basement room and collapsed on his bed. As he fell asleep, the only thought that wrapped around his mind was how happy his life was.

Bang Bang Bang BANG. "Mommy look!" Bang Bang....Bang........Thump. "Oops"

  These were roughly the sounds Michael heard as he abruptly entered consciousness early the next day.  He blearily looked around and sat up. The chaos upstairs sounded like his 2 year old brother was building a rocket in the living room. Michael listened harder and recalled that last night his father had given his brother a hammer, some nails, and a couple of 2 by 4's. Michael had no idea why a 2 year would need this equipment, but he did know that it was loud. And it sounded like his brother was only getting started.

  Michael grabbed at the earplugs that resided on his bedside table and efficiently put them in like only an experienced user could. He immediately dropped off into a dream. Michael dreamed of airplane bombers that had orders to blow his house into the troposphere. In reality, the snores of Michael harmonized almost impeccably with the blows from his brother's hammer.

  Three hours later, Michael Boyd awoke to find a silent house and the smell of potstickers in the air. He wondered whether he was still dreaming. It seemed too good to be true. As Michael looked at his clock, he faintly heard sirens a far way off. The clock said 11:20 A.M. Michael got out of bed and stretched heartily. This was the sleep he had needed. Michael walked out of his room and stiffly climbed the stairs to the kitchen. The smell of Asian food was making his stomach grumble. As Michael got to the top of the stairs, he looked around.

 He had been planning to say "Hey everyone, I'm up!"

But as Michael looked around the remnant of his kitchen, all he managed to blurt out was "hehblckshplurgh"

 The entire upper portion of his house, from the ground up, was completely obliterated. He could see the neighbor's dog looking curiously at him through was used to be his kitchen wall. All that was left was a dented, dusty refrigerator. He turned to face his living room. This was where the worst damage was. A blackened crater in the ground marked what used to be his living room. In the center of this crater was a small, worn hammer. Michael slowly walked out around the house and marveled at how little was left. Not knowing what else to do, Michael stumbled to the front door, which was miraculously still standing, tried to open it, and though it simply fell down, he went to check the mail.


To be continued. (Maybe)
Based on a true story. (Very loosely)
Hopefully this is relatively cohesive and somewhat entertaining.
Thank you for reading! :)

Saturday, January 29, 2011

Eh? Yeh.

I have decided to create a post about certain things I love. And HATE!!!
I love...toothpicks. (And many more things, but this was the first thing that came to mind. Therefore, I will write mostly about toothpicks)

They are soooo useful and can be used for many things other than dental hygiene.
Let's get creative here.
Toothpicks could be used for:

  • A substitute for a quill.
  • Firewood!
  • Earrings.
  • Paint them green and you could have artificial grass!
  • Linkin' logs (yes, this is entirely made of toothpicks)
  • Very thin friends (name them then place them randomly about your room)
  • Very thin enemies (Caution: highly flammable... name them, then 'MWAHAHAHA')
  • Utensils (sharp, pointy, and perfect for carrying bite-sized samples)
  • Darts (sharp, pointy, and perfect for carrying poisonous substances)
  • Jenga blocks
  • A picket fence
  • Castle defenses
Ok, it's a stretch.

crazy fun laughing cool images of city of toothpicks 12 Cool pics of Got toothpicks and six years? | Super funny cool pictures

I HATE... cold fingers.

When I have cold fingers (such as now), I can't:
 Play the piano
t Y ppp E
Get my fingers warm
Even feel my fingers

But I can:
Put them on my siblings' necks and watch them transform into my minions
Use my finger as a hammer
Drink hot chocolate ( I feel justified)
Throw snowballs
Use them as renewable ice cubes

This is my brain on enough sleep.
I get random.
The End!

Thursday, January 27, 2011


Ladies and Gentleman, Writers and Boxers, Hat-Makers and Smarty Pants,
Righties and Lefties, Critics and Observers, Tacos and Cheese Burgers,
Today is Thursday!
The first day of the beginning of the end of the week!
To ease the stress that perhaps many individuals may have at this point in time, I found a happy little video showcasing a rather large friend.

To begin, press play.
Now take a deep breath, hold it in, wait, and burst out laughing at your leisure.

(Anyone know how to make Spinach Puffs?)


Wednesday, January 19, 2011

Walking the Fence

They say curiosity killed the cat, but they never say whether the cat planned his last adventure into another world.
I was curious to see how my brain functions. See, I am a left-handed person, and therefore I should statistically be right brain{ish). So I went to a certain testing site to find out just how crazy I am.
I was pretty happy and interested with the results.  The copy and paste didn't work out so well, but it shows the information.
Fellow writers,
Curiosity doesn't kill. It creates.
(No cats were harmed in the writing of this post )

Thank you for taking the Creativity Test. The results show your brain dominance as being:
Left BrainRight Brain

Now we get to read a bunch of words that say I am creative but still a pretty logical person. In a random way. Hurray!!!

You are more right-brained than left-brained. The right side of your brain controls the left side of your body. In addition to being known as right-brained, you are also known as a creative thinker who uses feeling and intuition to gather information. You retain this information through the use of images and patterns. You are able to visualize the "whole" picture first, and then work backwards to put the pieces together to create the "whole" picture. Your thought process can appear quite illogical and meandering.

The problem-solving techniques that you use involve free association, which is often very innovative and creative. The routes taken to arrive at your conclusions are completely opposite to what a left-brained person would be accustomed. You probably find it easy to express yourself using art, dance, or music. Some occupations usually held by a right-brained person are forest ranger, athlete, beautician, actor/actress, craftsman, and artist.

If you want to be special like me and take this crazy test, go to this site 

My complete evaluation follows below
(A bunch of random stats and way-to-in-depth percentages)

Your left brain/right brain percentage was calculated by combining the individual scores of each half's sub-categories. They are as follows:
Your Left Brain Percentages
  50%Symbolic (Your most dominant characteristic)
  7%Verbal (Your least dominant characteristic)

Your Right Brain Percentages
  50%Random (Your most dominant characteristic)
  24%Holistic (Your least dominant characteristic)

eMki Odby

Saturday, January 15, 2011

My brain on dreams.

Wow. Inception was the most stupendous, scrumptious, serious, brain stopping movie I have seen this year (the only movie I've seen this year... ha. ha.).  I won't spoil the movie for anyone who hasn't seen it (happened to me like the second week it came out) so I'll move on. Now I am up at 9:45 on a Saturday morn with thoughts in my head that want to leave. "Hence, blogging".
I know that most of the people that read my blog currently are learned in music terminology. (learn - ed: fun word to say) 
Well, the fermata makes it's presence at the end of a phrase, song, or pretty much anywhere in between. state that fermatas are:

the sustaining of a note, chord, or rest for a duration longer than the indicated time value, with the length of the extension at the performer's discretion.

I read this and thought "wait, we get to choose how long we hold the fermata?" 
Heh heh. :)  
That could be fun. 

Ok. My creative juices aren't flowing quite yet today. 
It was a try. 
At least I didn't go to Walmart at 6:30 A.M. again. I did try to get into Wendy's. They were closed. Or the employees were on strike. Or all of the employers were holding fermatas. Pick one.

Back to bed for me. 
I'll start the day in an hour or so. 

Friday, January 14, 2011


Inspiring? Not so much. 
But, so true.

Sorry, I am about to go watch Inception. 
This is about all I wanted to say. 

Sunday, January 9, 2011


At 5:30 A.M.
It really was a beautiful Saturday morning. A crispy air and crunchy snow kind of morning. 
The smell of 24 hours of freedom was in the air.
A kind of morning that I don't really observe until I sit down at 12:00 at night and contemplate.
Some may wonder why I woke up at 5:30.
I wonder also. 
Turns out I had ballroom practice at six at the school. 
And it so happens that it was canceled today. 
So my friend and I walked around Walmart at six in the morning with stretchy black shirts on.
I enjoyed the looks people gave us. I could tell they were thinking:
"Teenagers? In Walmart? At the crack of dawn? With tight, black shirts on? Is the world ending already? "
We laughed. 
And then the day started. 

Thursday, January 6, 2011


   As I jump back into the daily routine of school and all that accompanies it, I have been wondering how to keep some of the free time I had during Christmas break. I feel like a fish that tastes the water of the good, old sea then gets put back into his circular, plastic fishbowl. But the fish bowl that I have been put into is rather large, looks like a building, has a statue of a pioneer, and has 1,199 other fish. We are all trying to survive and enjoy this surreal portion of our lives. Sorry if that was too heavy on metaphor.
   Here are some videos I was shown to get some inspiration and feel-goods on my ballroom team. This may create strong emotions of self-confidence, independence, and/or happiness.
May these help with getting back to the ocean. =D  Enjoy!

Sunday, January 2, 2011

Please, Don't feed the Clownfish (too much).

I really love smiling, don't you? Whenever I see someone smiling, it makes me smile also. :) :) :D :D. After I smile for about ten or fifteen minutes straight, my cheeks get kind of sore, and I feel a bit light-headed. I love it. It's a good kind of feeling!

Well, speaking of smiling makes me want to laugh. Laughing is also a great thing. Laughing make the world go round. If only it could be converted into energy... And, speaking of laughing makes me want to tell a joke! I just love jokes. They make me smile.

Listen to I'm a clownfish from Bruce Spence

... Isn't he great? Nemo's dad would make a great History professor though!I actually did find a comedian a couple of days ago that was pretty, truly, undeniably funny. And even better, he's clean! 
 Tim Hawkins! (someone go give him a cookie)  You may have heard of him, or you might not have. Either way, hopefully this makes you smile. Or maybe even laugh. And, it might even make you cry. (In a good way, of course. (hopefully)) .Hopefully this will help us cope with school tomorrow... (it did for me).What a better way to start our New Year?
Ladies and Gents, Tim Hawkins! (or, what I could find of him on YouTube.)
The rest are on YouTube.There. Now go make him famous. :)Haha hoho hehheh.Got any comedians you like? Merry New Year! 
-Colorblind Fish