Filed under: Art, Reviews, Weekly Word | Tags: baby that ain't enough, basho, bella, blog, cartoon, gabby, haiti, hall and oats, help, ipad, ipod, irresponsible sisters, Itouch, love, oh girl you've got to know, old music, onward, onward '10, photography, photos, private eyes, project basho, psych, shoes, siena, soles4souls, steve jobs, technology, triplets, unnecessary tagging, weird, you can twist it around
Oh lord, it’s been how long? Well, on behalf of my irresponsible sisters and I, I’d like to (again) say sorry. But my life is well… a life, and I just write on this blog to feel famous. Not really. Anyway, I had something really awe-inspiring to pronounce, however it has escaped my mind. Instead, I’ll direct you to the title just above the cartoon me’s adorable head. A good t.v. show used that for a commercial and my mom apparently has the cd. I looked it up on youtube, it was funny but that guy can sing.
On another note, school’s been hectic. And Apple as always is rolling out the many (seemingly the same products). Such as the giant itouch, ipad. Aside from the slightly strange name and oh so unique idea, it looks… well, okay. My grievances? For one, I’ve always hated ipod touches. It seem so cool in the beginning, however the typing and weird web browsing turned me off. Then it broke. Anyway, if I ever bought an Ipad, I’d probably prefer a laptop, and would still buy one. Also: They are creating this whole ‘book store’ thing online, just like music. If I’m correct, it was actually an old app. Anyway, it’s sort of like some product Barnes & Noble came out with. To be honest, I prefer books over weird computerized e-books that provide the sound of the page crinkling when you swipe it, which after a few minutes gets only a little annoying (based on the app version). Still, the great thing is the ipad only costs about $500. Well, I’m just skipping from topic to topic here, so here’s a picture of Stevie and his pad.
In other news… First off, I never thought I’d be talking about anything other than me and my life on here! Okay, so in other news: lots of things are going on in the world. I hate to be so serious, but right now I’m doing a lot of–well unselfish things, I think. It seems strange since on here I tend to be anything but selfless. Well, I’m planning to donate shoes to other countries in need (think shoe drives!) through a site called Soles4Souls. Other than that, you can be sure that I pitch change in the help for Haiti cans whenever I see them. Let’s make this year a caring year. After all, we have so much to give, if only we could give just a little bit of that–think how much good it could do! Lots of people, myself included have an excess of shoes, clothes, food, things we end up buying but not using. Even in a school environment, I see lots of kids who don’t truly value, appreciate, and understand the simple fact that they get to go to a school–especially in such a nice neighborhood. It’s sad and something we can’t really get around. So the most we can do is give a little here and there.
Well that was serious. Anyway, my mom is going away to Philadelphia tonight. She’s taking the red eye and is coming back Sunday night. To say the least I am devastated. I guess I’ll end up living with my parents until I’m forty and slightly balding (not to say that all 40 year olds bald/slightly bald.). However, I’ll continue! The nature of her visit is related to photography for a competition that she is a finalist in- ONWARD. Note: she’s the first one. I’m greatly excited for her, and I know she’ll win. At least, she deserves to.
Well, so long everybody, have a wonderful rest of your life.
Filed under: Art, Reviews | Tags: animation, anthony, anthony lucas, australian accents, canadian bacon, jasper, jaspero morello, lucas, morello, the mysterious geographical explorations of jasper morello, work
Okay, so hey there. No, I haven’t posted much… big surprise? No, not really. Anyway my excuse for the week/month/year is homework. Loads and loads of the stuff. I mean crazy amounts of work to the point where sharing my thoughts with all this sites’ viewers gets to be… well, just a teensy bit hard. Never fear, for I haven’t (completely) forgotten all of you.
So here’s a video I just saw on youtube. It’s amazing and fantastic and stupid too because it can only be shipped to Australia and other unimportant places. Why don’t they ship something as wonderful as this to amazing places… like, for example the U.S.? Not that I don’t love Australia. Their accents are so cool when compared to like Canadian accents which don’t serve much of a purpose (still, I’ve never heard of Australian Bacon, yeah?), however all accents are awesome.
That was totally beside the point. But anyway, I won’t bore you on the details as all I ask of you is to watch and enjoy! Besides it’s almost 30 minutes long, so I doubt you have the time to sit here completely ignoring the piles of work you still have to accomplish (not like I’d ever do that).
The creator of this great short film was director Anthony Lucas and the link to the Jasper Morello site is here.
Filed under: Weekly Word | Tags: airport, bad internet, bears, blog, blogging, camping, chicken, chicken fried steak, chickensteak, cruising, email, family, FarmVille, fixable internet, internet, internet pirates, jack sparrow, laptop, macs, meaningless tagging, outhouse, park, pirates, pirates of the carribean, plunder, potc, sadness, steak, steve jobs, utah, wi-fi, wordpress, yum
If you haven’t noticed, the past week or so has been filled with… well, nothing. Not surprised? Technically, due to our crazy activeness in writing posts, you might have seen this coming. So. I have a more valid excuse this week, at least it’s a little less vague as “I was busy.” And way better than a disappointingly honest “I was just too lazy to give a cat’s whisker.” Although the last two are usually true, this week Jehovah has decided to at least give me an alibi for all of this blog’s millions of viewers.
My terribly horrible (no, I mean it was truly terribly horrible) reason is this: the internet. Or rather, airport. Or that little black box with the blinking green lights that’s plugged into the computer. I don’t really know the difference, and one day I’m going to ask Steve Jobs exactly why those little white boxes are called airports. It doesn’t really make much sense to me. All I know is that all of those things have decided to quit, or go on strike. Either that or they’re going through puberty as moody adolescents who throw fits and have mood-swings. If you didn’t understand my analogy, I mean that my internet sucks. When it works it works for an hour or less and only connects to one computer. In fact, it’s a miracle that I’m able to even publish this, since this is really an old post that I’ll be saving (and then publishing) when my internet connects for more than five minutes.
Have you ever gone camping? And not your lame excuse kind of camping where you pitch a tent in your backyard (or neighbor’s yard, if you want an adventure), but I mean in the (sort of) untouched wilderness of Utah, or Montana, or um… the park down the street. But anyway, the point is that things, things that normally don’t matter begin to become a hassle. Like washing your hands for example, brushing your teeth, avoiding bear wastes, or producing wastes. All of these things are hard to do whilst in the wilderness (might or might not apply to neighbor’s backyard). When you finally decide to take the long trek to the outhouse at night, everyone jumps up to go with you, you all need to take care of unfinished business. Right?
Well, the same goes for bad internet. When you haven’t used it in weeks and your email is piling up, or you haven’t harvested your crops on FarmVille and they’re all wilted, every chance you get to go do those things–you’ll take it. Which pretty much explains why my family takes a laptop with us wherever we go. If we’re at a coffee shop with free wi-fi: Get out the laptop! Cruising through residential areas: Get out the laptop! We’ve become first-class internet pirates. Although we don’t wear pirate hats or have parrots/monkeys on our shoulders, we are real deal. Taking over (not really) your internet for as long as we can. So beware, until I get my internet fixed, I might be parked outside your home, using your internet that you paid for with your own money (if you don’t have a password, that is) or rolling down your street at five miles per hour, looking for more internets to plunder. As a consolation, you should be honored.
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Hello, all. Today, I would have to say is a very important day. No it’s not just the fact that we have a day off as far as school goes (which, don’t get me wrong is awesome), but the simple fact that our world isn’t perfect. Ever since the dawn of time, when Jehovah first created life (or maybe a little after), there has been fighting. War. Countries have been threatened, lives have been lost. There are a brave few who stand up to the challenge, however, and put their life on the line, 24/7 to defend us. Ourselves and our future. I know what you’re thinking, how can Bella, Gabby, and Siena be so talented, smart, and witty, and also save the world whilst doing so? Although I would very much like to agree with you kind people, I have to say that no, for once I am not in the spotlight.
It’s about honoring not just one person, but the many who have risked everything for their country. They make it able for us to go about our daily lives, for us to believe whatever we wish to believe, to pursue and education as well as happiness. My grandfather served in WWII, years ago, and I would also like to honor him now, and the millions who fought alongside him. Take this moment to realize what you, as an individual can do. Be your own hero! Go out of your way to do good. And meanwhile, if you know someone who served in a war, tell them a simple ‘thank you,’ which personally doesn’t really even begin to describe how thankful you should be. Give them a hug, a smile, even a handshake. Just let them know how much they mean to you, and mean it.
Happy Veteran’s Day everyone, or is it Veterans’ Day?
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Actually, I’d love to re-word that to: The Quandary That I Find My Generation In. First and foremost: music. I know that music changes through the years, but there are some songs, and artists that are timeless, and probably will remain timeless for years and years and years. The point is, folks, I think that my generation is in need of a wake-up call. I do appreciate a lot of songs that kids my age listen to, however, they just aren’t my style. That’s not a crime, definitely not, but sometimes I wish that I could enjoy that kind of music a lot more than I actually do. Still, no matter how hard I try, I really can’t. A lot of people think I’m weird (but I know that already), and the music I listen to (categorized as “crappy old music”) is… for lack of a better word, strange. So. I am assigning you Children an assignment that must be completed ASAP. (:
There are some amazing songs out there, and I’m only going to give you about three or four. I want you to cultivate your music tastes haha. Yeah. Don’t I sound so professional? Anyway… Here are some songs that I love. (: Hope you enjoy. If you don’t I don’t want to hear about it. Haha just kidding! O:
“Rock and Roll Suicide” – David Bowie <3
“Last Nite” – The Strokes
“Bullets” – Tunng
“I go Crazy” – Paul Davis (no that’s kind of a joke.. but still…)
Now. Go ENJOY yourselves, my tan-faced children. (Bonus points if you know where i got that quote.) There is more to come, my darlings (quote), and expect a follow up to this in a few days, yess?
Maybe you noticed the difference in my icon today, but if you didn’t, let me inform you: I have a classy beret (and a mole. Yeah, Siena sorta forgot that when she made my original icon. What a great sister.) What exactly is a beret? Dictionary.com defines it as:
be·ret (bə-rā’)
n.
1. A round, soft, brimless cap that fits snugly and is often worn angled to one side.
Although the dictionary built into my computer simply says that it is a round flattish cap of cloth or felt. If you ask me I will say it is a french cap that is pretty cool, especially when purple. Anyway, what does it have to do with anything? Beret’s also remind me of this movie I used to watch when I was a little kid, it was called American in Paris and starred Gene Kelly. Maybe I was a weird kid, but I loved that movie. Anyway, Gene Kelly is a painter who sings and dances, and basically the important part was he was a painter. And if I’m not mistaken (I probably am), he wore a beret. So I associate beret’s with art. From all of the blubbery rambling, you probably realized that today I did something that had to do with art.
Also, as a side-note I would like to admit that a: we haven’t posted in a long, long time, and b: I’m too tired to really understand what I’m writing, so yes this is a bunch of rambling. Deal with it… Please? Anyway, today I had to wake up early (10:00 AM) to go to an art class taught by Orly Avineri. Not only is she a great artist, she’s also Ilan’s (a friend) mom. Upon entering the building, I ran around a lot, chased their cat who obviously didn’t like me, and chased Siena. Minutes later, we commenced in artistry.
I won’t bore you in the details, but I’ll merely show you my masterpieces. Yes, I know what you’re gonna say, they remind you slightly of a mixture of Michelangelo and Da Vinci, don’t worry, you’re not alone.
This one should be vertical and you really can’t see the words at the top. Oh well, I have to say that they look much better in person versus on a computer screen. Anyway, the instruction for this spread was to use water colors, and really to soak the page. Then you apply your colors, splatter them on and let them mix into different colors, shapes, etc.. Once this dries you can outline different shapes both real and abstract in pen. At the top I added a thick line of paint and let the paint drip down the page, then outlined it in white gel pen.
I really love this one, it took me a long time to finish, and looks better upside down, but you know. It still looks nice both ways. I did the water colors again, this time using dark greens, blues, reds, and blacks, and let them mix. I found random bits of paper and glued them on, then painted a thick black and blue streak at the top left, trailing down. I traced over everything in white gel again, making winding pathways. So this spread is pretty much a huge map of life I guess. For once my post sounds mature, ha.
To wrap everything up, I really enjoyed this class, and hope to do it again sometime soon. My sisters also have some really great pieces that I want them to (finally) post up here. What do you think? Hopefully it doesn’t make your eyes bleed… too much. I hope this inspires some of you guys to get artsy and creative or just do something differently in your life. Like if you eat microwave meals every night, maybe turn off the t.v., throw the Hungry Man in the trash (or back in the freezer) and go get Chinese or make a salad. Or go skydiving or bungee jumping or kiss a sea cucumber. Take a walk or watch a movie, or rent Creature from the Black Lagoon (remind me to tell you about this later). Buy some pepper spray or have a baby. I don’t know what I’m really talking about, but I hope this inspired you to do.
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Filed under: Reviews | Tags: funny, love happens, movies, romantic, sad, the bucket list, the notebook
Today was this wonderful, amazing day starting off at (my usual waking up hour) 12 noon. Then I proceeded to throw a big fit (in my mind of course) because someone had used up all the whipped cream cheese. That being a total crime, I went on to complain loudly to everyone then looked for the frozen blueberry waffles because frozen blueberry waffles are like a dream come true. Much to my annoyance, the frozen blueberry waffles were all gone. So instead I had to settle for mac and cheese. Not so very elegant, yes, but who doesn’t love cheese and dough (other than people who don’t like cheese and dough of course)? Anyway, then I just sat around watching t.v. and waiting for my cousin to come over. I won’t bore you with the details about my cousin, let’s just say I’m more interesting… kidding. Of course. Why would I ever say that?
After that everything was a blur of food, sumo wrestlers, and those horrifically crappy movies with all your typical teen stars back from the early 2000’s (a painful reminder of what life was like only years ago). Besides the crazy amount of pedophiles passing off as teens (PPOAT), and tacky plots, they passed the time well. I really enjoyed “Sleepover” with Alexa Vega and her 20-something year old boyfriend…
After that we went and rented the Bucket List and The Notebook. I’ve still got to see the Notebook, but the Bucket List was pretty good. And sad. Morgan Freeman was amazing as usual (and Gabby was kind enough to explain how Morgan was a girl’s name), and Jack Nicholson, however creepy he may seem was pretty great too. It was heartfelt, touching, and hilarious. I would strongly advise everyone see it, and even though I didn’t cry (I never cry at movies, however the closest I’ve ever come was tearing up at Mulan, which is a different story entirely), I was crying inside. Okay, so maybe I wasn’t. The point is, this movie is great and I already love it. Actually, I want to see it again (:
No, I’m not seeing Love Happens. Not that I wouldn’t, but I’m not entirely sure that it’s even out yet. Anyway, the point is that to me it simple seems like one of those cliché, boring, typical love stories that are being mass-produced as a means of getting some easy cash. Of course, maybe it’s just my overly cynical self here (probably is), but I’d be willing to be proved wrong. Anyway, that leads me on this wonderful tangent about typical love stories/movies which will later lead me on to books by James Patterson/Dan Brown, which will in turn lead me to Scott O’Dell’s marvelous books, and don’t fret, I’ll get there very soon. Anyway, back to my first digression (?): the typical love stories I’m talking about are the kind I like to call “airport fiction.” Namely all the books in airports that are about some shocking 300 pages centered mainly around a studly Italian male model (My Antonio) and an underestimated, gorgeous girl and their tumultuous relationship. Okay, so I’ve never read one, but I can take a good guess. These are mainly made to tide you over for a long, boring red-eye flight to New York. It’s either that or focus on the man falling asleep, slobbering on your shoulder. And you thought you had a choice. What adorns the cover of a typical Airport Romance Fiction novel is a muscled tanned man, naked as far as we can see and wrapped in a pink silk sheet hugging a woman with flowing red hair. Or, if you like the more scenic, in-tune-with-nature images, you can have the two intimately bathing in a pool of clear water in a forest, hippie-style (don’t ask?) with a majestic white unicorn grazing in the background.
Enough said there, right? On to Dan Brown who is pretty much synonymous with James Patterson. I love reading their books, but let’s face it, the main characters are either gorgeous, yet aged men in their late 30’s/40’s who still can manage a few hours of swimming laps in a pool and can pull off a delicious chocolatey baritone voice. Or there’s the brainy heroines who are world-class geeks with ’swimsuit model’ bodies. Buuut, they’re still entertaining reads and far better than “Abandoned Love,” “A Love Tested,” blah blah blah. Anyway, the gorgeous heroines remind me of Scott O’dell’s classics. Take Island of the Blue Dolphins, or that other one, Carmen was it? And then there’s a few others I’m pretty sure with those beautiful, courageous girls stranded in their own world, fighting to prove themselves, etc., but still, his books aren’t half bad (If my memory’s correct). Anyway, this huge tangent means absolutely nothing, I’m just tired on a Saturday night and rambling like an old man.
Comments? Questions? Suggestions? Outrage at my mindless speculating? Feel free to alert the staff (aka: me). Have a wonderful night/day/year/life everyone.
Filed under: Uncategorized | Tags: 500 days of summer, joesph gordon-levitt, zooey deschanel
*note: it’s disabled. ):<
Basically, it’s about two people. “Boy meets girl. Boy falls in love. Girl doesn’t.” It skips back and forth through the 500 days they spent together before their breakup somewhere around the 100’s (or 200’s). The boy is Tom Hansen, the girl, Summer Finn. Tom works at a greeting card company and lives a fairly normal life until his boss has a new assistant; Summer. From the minute he sees her, he knows she’s the one. On the other hand, Summer knows that Tom definitely isn’t “the one” (still, that doesn’t mean that they don’t like each other. A lot.).
I really enjoyed this movie a lot, and I’ve been waiting to see it for a very looooooonnng time. Well, I can definitely say that I am satisfied–no, more than satisfied. I would definitely recommend you go see it. Like… NOW.
Filed under: Uncategorized | Tags: arizona, camping, las vegas, lost, OC fair, utah
week one hollywood : So, this was super, super fun. Our cousin from Carlsbad drove up with her mom to meet us at our house. From there we drove up into the deep, scary depths of Hollywood (mainly consisting of people in stuffy looking costumes of movie characters and bald, shirtless men scratching their potbellies). We drove up into this huge big hill (not the one with the hollywood sign) filled with winding passageways and narrow streets. By the way, they really need to invent a word to go in between hill and mountain. It’s really hard to describe big hills. Anyway, we went up into this private drive and voila! We were at my mom’s cousin’s house… or mini-mansion. Here we spent about a half a day, then a night, and a quarter of a day, so basically one day and one night added up. It was very fun and nice knowing you sort of had your own private drive on top of a gigantic mounthill (my new word for bigger than a hill, smaller than a mountain).
still week one i think : So just a few days after (think, one) Hollywood, I get piled into a teeny little red sports car with the rest of my sisters. This time headed to the OC Fair. Joy to the world! I’ve been here once before with my other cousin from my dad’s side (he was the youngest of like seven kids, so all our cousins are about thirty years older than us), about a year or two… or four ago. This time with her boyfriend, who for now I’ll just call… Jobe (which was what we actually called him). It was super exciting, I mean first of all… the food. Amazing. Corn dogs, sausage hot dogs, turkey legs, ice cream, frog legs, even battered potatoes, which sounds strange but are fried, fatty, and amazing. Just a sidenote: I don’t do rides. Not amusement park rides, not even carnival/fair rides. When I go to Knott’s Berry Farm I go on Jaguar. In fact, sometimes (depending on where I sit), it’s just a little too dangerous for my taste (yeah. really. although i did go on silver bullet like twice, but that’s a whole ‘nother story). Maybe I felt empowered or Jehovah struck me with inspiration because I think I went on like every ride except the generic version of Supreme Scream. Probably the trippiest ride was the zipper, a violent little ride, not for the faint of heart (aka: me!). So we ended that day with a lot of fried food and not-so-safe rides (two that had enough pressure to push you against a wall and keep you there), a bad mixture that equals the not so pleasant need to throw up (but I never do, so don’t worry. ‘Cause I know you were worried). At this time I was introduced to LOST.
next week : So this is where I take the twice a month? trip to my grandparents’ house. There I… actually I really don’t remember. But I’m pretty sure it had to do with a lot of mosquitos, mosquito bites, and The Sound of Music (if you don’t remember my grandpa watches that a minimum of a few times a day).
definitely next week : Okay, just so we’re clear, this is the big monumentous trip. Like, the big kabang! of the month. This is, well, was our trip to Las Vegas (then to Utah, then to Las Vegas, with a little bit of Arizona sprinkled in there too), We don’t go out to Las Vegas as much as we’d like, the last time was a few years ago. It was really nice to be bale to go and see our relatives who we hadn’t seen for awhile. After about a day of lounging in the pool and eating fudgesicles, we were ready. to. go. camping. in. utah.
Oh, the joys of camping, the outdoors, the chance to experience nature firsthand. By that I also mean the bugs, the bear poop, and of course, what camping trip would be complete without the outhouse! Technically speaking a hole in the ground with a cover on it that’s a few feet deep. Still, despite these things, camping was wonderful! Actually, I really didn’t mind. We fished, hiked, and made journals filled with paints and flowers from the campsite. At night we roasted marshmallows and played games, like Balderdash and Left Center Right. It was probably the most fun I’ve had in a verrrry long time. Plus, I got to spend a lot of time with my family, which just made the whole trip 100 times better.
a few days later : Back to grandparents’ house but not before we spend one night with my two cousins at our house. Watch a ton of LOST. As a sidenote: this becomes the sort of plan for our whole week together. So, now at my grandparents’ house we sit around for three days and most of the nights and watch the whole season one of lost (the second time for the three of us). It’s a lot worse the second time through (or even third), for a few reasons. One, it’s sort of boring, you already know what happens (or even some of the lines), two, when people die, you get to watch it over, and over, and over again. Yeah.
present : Which brings us full circle (or maybe just full… line) back to, well, forward to now. At 6:36 AM on a Tuesday. Why am I up so early? Or should I say, so late? Hungry, bored, and watching ABC family shows online. Why? I really have no clue, but they’re kind of entertaining too dramatic and sappy. I want brownies, in fact I can smell brownies. Mmmmmm.
Well, hope that that explains why we haven’t written in quite awhile~
Happy summer, guys, school’s almost here.
So last week (I think) my awesome cousin lent me her copy of LOST, season one. Yes, I’ve never seen the show before excluding one time when I saw maybe ten minutes of sweaty, dirty, frantic people running around in a jungle screaming. My impression of it was: “God, why does everyone love this show? I mean it’s about a bunch of people stranded on an island for five seasons.”
Everyone I knew who watched it loved it, namely my third or fourth grade teacher. She would come in the class and tell us all how she had been watching Lost, how it was great and all that. At the age of ten, I wasn’t impressed. Well, I am now. Although the plot so far is just frantic people running around screaming on an island, it’s frantic people with strange, dramatic pasts running around screaming on an island filled with weird secrets and creepy people, which is somewhat better. The first episode brings you in, and keeps your interest the whole while. I found I was asking myself why the episodes were so short. Well, they felt short. The whole season simply blew me and my high expectations away.
The first season (which I finished in maybe two weeks) was great, maybe a little too dramatic at times, but overall, great. The episodes focussed mainly on people’s uncannily freakish pasts full of murders, lies, romance, deception, and most of all, odd coincidences… yep, all of that hollywood stuff. The people are as diverse as a doctor, a lottery winner and an interrogator who’s main weapon is torture. Yes, it does push it sometimes, but it’s still an entertaining watch.
I’m on the second season now, but don’t spoil it for me, I haven’t started it yet. I think I’m too worried that once I start watching it, I won’t stop, which really doesn’t sound that awful. (It happened during the first season) Anyway, it’s a nice show, entertaining, heart-pounding, and just plain freaky at times. I’m not quite sure how Lost has spanned five seasons, but I’m sure I’ll learn the answer to that soon, and I bet I won’t be displeased. (;
