It's a World of Laughter

It's funny what people can achieve. It's also funny how we are all able to relate to everything. You might be thinking, "What?" Well I'll tell you what, if you'd just give me a second. I was looking at my old post, and I saw a comment made about the boutique Blossom, how a friend from my old ward was related to the girl who started up that boutique. And then I started thinking, well that's a really cool thing to do. Start up a boutique. And the owner is just a regular person. What other just regular people do I know? And then I thought, well, Brooke White was a regular person, and I knew her when she was in my old ward. Then she went on American Idol, and now she's not just a regular person. Cool, right? So I could start up a boutique or I could be on American Idol, I could do these things that seem like pretty big achievements. Ok so on to relateability. That's not a word. Whatever, you know what I mean. Ok so relateability is being able to find a way to connect yourself to another person in a relatively short amount of steps. Old people are especially good at this. Actually, adults are, because my parents constantly ask me who my friends' parents are so they can see if they know them. Most of the time they don't so this gets annoying. But anyway, I once heard that you can connect yourself to another person in 7 or less "links" or steps, no matter their obscurity. For example, say you need to write a report on cancer. No one that you immidiately know has cancer. But in a few steps you'll be able to find someone who does. Maybe you have a teacher whose sister has cancer. Ok so that was two steps. Easy. Maybe you want to brag about being connected to Brooke White. Well, my dad was a home teacher to the White family, and he taught them once a month. So my dad knows the Whites personally, including Brooke. So my dad knows Brooke White. That's two steps. And maybe you're thinking, alright you're using things that are fairly easy to access. Then how about I try to relate myself to..... Obama. Step 1: last year I sat next to a girl in Enviromental Science whose dad is in Congress. Step 2: He, since he works in the political scene, has met the President. Agh look there's two steps again. And given, for a lot of these things you might have to stretch, especially if you pick some random kid in Africa (one of my school clubs did a humanitarian project for some of the victims in some of the warring countries there. that's about 3 steps). It really is about knowing the things around you, being involved and interested in people's lives. If you can't connect something in 7 steps or less, that just means you haven't branched out enough. And once you do, you'll see that it really isn't such a small world after all. Maybe one day you'll be able to connect yourself to Paris Hilton in three steps or less. But then again, that's not something to really be proud of, now is it?

Back to Counting Sheep, America

I'm in AP psychology and this chapter we're studying right now is on "Sleeping, Dreams, and Drugs". We quite frequently watch movies, and a recent one on sleeping caught my attention. The educated narrator guy said that more and more often in this world there seems to be this pride people have in how many hours of sleep they DIDN'T get. How often do you hear people saying they "only got 4 hours of sleep last night," or that they pulled an "all-nighter"? It's like they have to have SOME reward for depriving their bodies of sleep. So they get the glory and recognition and "Oooo's" and "Ahhh's." Yeah well big whoop. The educated narrator said that as people start pulling away from normal and needed sleeping hours, the affects spread far beyond what we see. Our sleeplessness can cause accidents, cause increased irritability, cause us to become more forgetful, and cause us to become dependent on energy boosters (Coffee, Diet Cokes, and 5 Hour Energy shots) that are not healthy for our bodies. Sleep deprivation drecreases our ability to function properly and fight off viruses (swine flu, anyone??). In our world, we are continually asked to run faster, jump higher. And as we try to run faster and jump higher than we did the day before, we just need more time. So what gets cut out? Sleep, naturally. Or maybe, not so naturally. Studies are showing that as we start to become more dependent on technology, we bring it into our bedrooms, and when we bring it into our bedrooms, our psyche doesn't classify our bed as somewhere to solely rest and rejuvinate. It's a place to also text, watch T.V. or use our lap tops. Being in this mindset keeps us from falling into a restful sleep, even when we want to. Sleep is not so "natural" anymore. We move away from what our bodies naturally expect in a sleeping environment, into a virtual world where we can talk to someone in Thailand with a click of a mouse. It cannot be good, turning our rooms from dark quiet sanctuaries into unearthly blue-glowing technology labs. That's a little extreme, I know, but as we continue to not sleep, as a nation we will start to turn into zombies, the living dead. And no one will think anything of it until a few of us start to drop dead while walking down the street, eyes red, complextions pale. So let's all prioritize a little better, do our associates a favor, and find time to sleep. Maybe that and some Vitamin C will take the place of getting an H1N1 shot.

Yogi Berra Strikes Again

[Asked, during spring training, what his hat size was] "I don't know. I'm not in shape yet."

Blossoming Right Before my Eyes

so my mom and macey and i made a trip to a little boutique in downtown mesa today and im pretty sure it transformed my life. it's called blossom. definitely one of the cutest places ever. i found myself saying phrases like, "that's fabulous!" and "oh my gosh this is so darn cute!" and "oh so gorgeous!" guess what? i dont ever use those phrases. especially not the fabulous one. blech. but it just escaped out of my mouth and i realized, the reason why i said it was because it's true. it was fabulous. everything in there was so unique and loveable and the coolest thing about it was the salon in the back of the store. yeah. it sold clothes AND haircuts. whattheheck where has this place been all my life. i bought a shirt im IN LOVE WITH (ive never been in love with a shirt before) and some earrings that are TO DIE FOR (i have never needed to die for an accessory, either.) the store turned me into a girl. a girly girl who likes, no loves, no ADORES girl things. dont worry, im still my old self, just with this refined touch of antiquity and style that was previously dormant within my soul. i love blossom. now i wish that i was rich so i could afford more things in there. bah. like that'll ever happen. most of the things in there are homemade anyway, im just gonna have to turn into my own fashion designer. nbd, kids. nbd.

here is my life. look at it.

macey and myself will compile sentences at random to make a lovely story. (read in an accent of your choosing) GO! (macey first)(there are asterisks between what we write) Once upon a lovely time, there lived......* a man named DARWIN.* He wasn't the smartest of persons in Asia (hence his WEEEIRD name).* are you saying asians are weird? ANNIE TURN AWAY!! DONT READ THIS!!* I didn't say that all Asians are weird. Just this Darwin fellow. (BRIAN FELLOW???)* Anyway. darwin felt that his mother was an unruly beast. which she was.* Anybody could tell if they were within a twenty mile radius.* or 40 kilometers (check my calculations, i have a feeling they might be off)* Yeah, let's not do math. It's summer. * not in australia. anyway. annie you can come back now.* We stopped talking about Asians a long time ago, and we all agree that this Darwin was the weirdest. Anywho.....* he decided to read his mom an edgar allen POPE story.* Ooooo scary........* where the mask of the red dress over takes the POPE! and makes him embarrassed!* And then, it started raining gumballs (Weston-type-of-"WHAT???")* oh. isnt it westin? who cares. not i said the fox!* Not I, cried the lion. And the tiger. And the bear. OH MY!* YZMA! PUT YOUR HANDS IN THE AIR!* ..."I'll put that box inside another box, and I'll mail that box to myself. And when it arrives-AH HA HA HA HA- I'll smash it with a hamma!"* "what a lovely story," said the POPE! "but now i must change out of this embarrassing red dress."* Oh dear. Well, Darwin's mother (tending to hate absolutely everything) hated the story. She ripped it to pieces. Darwin sobbed.* and so his mom kicked him in his asian patooski. "quiet child, you'll wake up the silk worms!"* And the silk worms, having sleep panic disorder, all woke yelling that they were innocent (WHICH THEY CERTAINLY WERE NOT!).* darwin took his sorry bottom and ran to the nearest communist bookstore. where all the books were reasonably priced.* He decided to buy "Rainbow Alligator Saves the Wetlands." Perhaps his mother would like it. Maybe. Sort of. No.* she said "thats right sorry bottomed story teller take it back! i need that money to buy some more reasonably priced beers. root. beers. rootbeers. uhum. yeah. cuz i've been dry for a week. yeah."* And Darwin exclaimed, "THAT'S A LIE! I'll swim all the way back to England if that's the truth!"* and so his unruly beast of a mother took the money and sniffed it. it smelled like. money.* Ducky? "You smell me?!?"* BIG big BIG big WAtERsss (sss's added for effect)* And the truth was that Darwin's beastly mother had been dry for a week. Back to England, ol' chap.* which was fitting. because darwin is mostly an english name. mostly. confession time. darwin was not an asian. he was. hawaiian. oops. my bad* WHAT?!?!? YOU....lied to me????* it happens every day you bipolar jerk now get outta my face!* I wasn't talkin' to you, I was talkin' to the cow!* right. sure you were. now as i was saying the tarantula sheds its...* Said the cow, "I will invite someone to my tea party. Meet my friend, the professional mouse eater from Japan."* now we will break for a brief intermission. (dinner) ........................................................................ Le diner is fineeshed, which was pasta putnesca (spelling????). Ha, not really, twas pizza. The Swedish term for bread that is cooked with sauce and cheese on top of it. Tasty. This is a long one.* yeah too long. i hereby fire your sorry bottom from this writing committee. unless you can grovel your way outta the gravel pit in three seconds. go.* I can do it in two seconds flat, and why is it always MY sorry bottom? What about your's???* my bottom never apologizes!!* Thus, my bottom is betta. :D* at church. oooooooooooooohh!* I did not just get bucked off. Oh no you did-nt. Uhh ya.* my sister is OCD. about caps and periods. watch this'll drive her mad. hey my name is lynzi i live in arizona i love all these ponies and horsies shetland ponies which is a crazy almost bad word name who came up with that name the POPE maybe and so im not capitalizing anything else what do you say to that missus ODC (oops) sister of mine! oops i just went to long. must fire my own non-apologizing bottom. BLUE NO YELLLOOOOOWWWW!* Jeez that was way too long. TOO long.* thats why im fired you idiocrat from missouri.* Well you're a democrat from Mississippi.* AGH YOU DIDNT JUST CALL ME A DEMOCRAT!* I did, but it wasn't so serious. Wow. Look how long this post is. Happy.* happy OVER! bye.* and so concludes our play. welcome to my life folks. hope you enjoyed your stay.* haha i can forget the asteriks now.* i cant* uht oh*

Why do scorpions think they're boss?

ok so scorpions are idiots. the ones that live around here, at least. they are anywhere from 5 cm to 5 inches (metric to standard???) and they crawl around, outside, inside, upside downside and into bathrooms and beds and desks at elementary schools. and then they have the gall to go and sting the people they encounter. FOR NO REASON! scorpions must be stupid, cuz if they didnt sting anyone, we wouldnt kill them. do most people kill geckos? no. only if they are sadistic gecko killers. in which case, we have geckos to spare, so please continue. just not at my house. cuz geckos eat scorpions. how does that work? it must be a "preying on the babies" type of thing. because no way is a little pink and fleshy gecko gonna take down a monster scopion with a gold-plated back. so back to scorpions. i found one in my bathroom the other day. i was walking in i do a semi turn and there it was. all pompus and stupid. sitting on my wall and probably looking at me. and my eyes got as big as a cow's and i booked it upstairs to call in the marines (which is my dad). humiliating because i am notorious in my own mind for killing bugs of all sorts and not needing help. call me orkin. but anyway he comes down and smashes it off the wall, and this thing isnt dying. literally my dad hit it with a fatty shoe over and over and over, the thing had the stamina of a cockroach. (which i kill). it finally dies and goes in the trash so guess what? i go into my room, check a pair of tennis shoes for scorpions, put them on, and procede to clean up my room. all the clothes go bye bye. well into the closet at least. now back to scorpions. my aunt got stung THREE TIMES! on her back by one that was 4 1/2 inches long. and the gross thing is that it was under her clothes. why did it go in there?! but why would a scorpion think, hey. here's a big square soft platform with big sheets all over it. i think ill climb up it. and hey, theres an opening in this human's clothing. i think ill go inside it. and hey. she's irritating me. ima sting this lady thrice!!! NO! so stupid! why? just stay outside in the desert, you were made for the desert and the dirt just STAY THERE YOU INCOMPETANT GOLD PLATED SOLDIERS! can you tell im frustrated? but what is really going through my mind at this very moment is the fact that scorpions prolly aren't stupid, they probably can even read. they probably own blogs. or can read thoughts at least. im deathly afraid they will come and get me in my sleep. so let me add this disclaimer. scorpions are cool. i hope that works.

Its not just gross stuff in a can

ok so i decided spam mail scares me. its all the stuff that my email account friend cant recognize. so that mail gets sent to spam. and periodically i check the spam box to see what gets stuffed in there. and then i see one that says "from: me" me? and it said confirmation code "0377458 (something or other)" in the little sneak peek bar so im like, did i sign up for something? so i click it and im just looking at it and i see "from: Oscar (something).." what? oscar? so then i see near the top, my little email account helper friend had written, "it is likey that this email did not come from your account." WHO IS TRICKING MY COMPUTER INTO THINKING THAT OSCAR IS ME?! why do people do that? is there some kinda virus in my computer now cuz i looked at it? ahhh i shoulda known it was bad cuz the friend put it in spam! why didnt i listen? i dont think there is anything really wrong with my computer. but seriously, who is trying to make me think they're me? and why? and how does account friend know spam is spam? i dunno. but i think i will always trust his judgement from now on. trust in the computer. he will protect you from outside evils like the so called oscar.

Finding Nemo

I set out to look for this jake man, the roommate of the ted man. if i could just interrogate him for a while i might be able to find ted more quickly. so i went to the closest apartment i could find and started knocking doors. after only three doors, a scruffy smelly slimy man answers. a hobo. i must be at the right place. so i let myself in and yelled, JAKE!? JAAAKKEE!?!? and jake emerged from the bedroom to the left. he was wearing a blue shirt. "what do you want, little girl?" um i didnt know what to say. so i said "where's the broken fridge?" "this way," he said. he took me to the fridge, and boy was it ever broken. it kinda looked like someone had placed a stick of dynamite inside and KASPODED it. the gaping hole was still smoking. i turned to jake and confided that i had never seen such a broken fridge before. i continued to inspect it and jake said, "so are you gonna fix it or not?" "i'm not here to fix the fridge, you llama lover, im here to find ted." "oh." so he left. stupid. the hobo kept trying to steal my watch and i had had enough. "goodbye hobo." and i left. but this short stop was not futile by any means. i took a sock of ted's so discreetly while i was walking out. i know. im good. nancy drew status almost. and i decided to use this sock to track ted's scent. and it was a strong scent. kinda like, lavenders blue, dilly dilly. lavenders blue.

The Adventure Begins

it was a dark and stormy night. like nights normally are in these kinds of stories. the wind was howling, my stomach growling, and everywhere you looked there were people scurrying like ants to get home. now. i didnt tell anyone i had gone. i just walked out the front door, took my longboard and went wherever the wind blew me. and thats when it happened. i was running across the street carrying longboardy under my arm (thats the safest way, mom says) and a piece of paper smacked me right in my face. i thought that only happened in movies. furious at the smashed tree pulp i stomped the last few yards over to the curb and sat down. i looked at the paper, and it looked back at me. at least the words did. and this is what it said:.................................................................................. "Dear Jake, last night i found something out. something that is probably going to change my life forever. ........ i... broke my refridgerator. well, its your refridgerator. cuz we live in the same apartment. youre my roommate. anyway. i cant pay you to fix it. so i gave my room to a hobo and im running away. im not telling anyone where im going. i walked out the front door and i took my longboard, and im letting the wind guide me to my next destination. try not to displease the hobo. he might hurt you. All my love, Ted"........................................................ immediately i felt a connection with this "ted." our handwriting was so similar! and this was especially strange because ted was a guy, i was (am) a girl. never before had i seen someone scrawl like i did. and so i decided that i must go off and find the alledged ted. and i must start by finding Jake. how hard could it be? and the adventure began. and not a moment too late.

Out of the Woods

So tonight is the last night for our performances and i am sad. everyone says that they are tired of it. but im not. i could do this forever. ok maybe not forever. but with breaks in between. just for the record this is all the information. mountain view high school presents INTO THE WOODS! april 16th 17th and 18th. doors open at 6 30, tickets range from $4-6. this has been one of the best experiences of my life. being on stage is like being at home. its probably my favorite place to be. and this musical has a smaller cast and i've forged some pretty awesome friendships along the way. here is the musical's synopsis........................................ there is cinderella and her story, jack and the beanstalk and his, rapunzel and hers, which also links into my story, as the baker's wife. the baker is rapunzel's brother. so rapunzel is my sister in law. following? now. we all go "into the woods" to get what we want. cinderella wants to go to the ball. jack has to sell his cow so he and his mother can live. my husband and i have to get objects to give the witch so she'll lift a spell. rapunzel is in a tower in the woods. we mostly all end up getting what we want, but, with all wishes, there also comes stipulations. the second act portrays real life. even the fairy tale characters have to experience pain and loss. the more times you see it, the more symoblism you catch. but it is a good play to just have a good time and see. full of laughs and puns. so good. and i'll miss it. definitely i need to pursue this into college. anyway. i must go relax now before tonight. i need to be revitalized for the closing night!!! peace out bloggers and bloggettes.

icky icky bitanga

tis been a long time bloggy, since i've graced you with my presence. and so far i've received a luke-warm welcome. disgusting. what kind of a pet are you!?! just kidding everyone, i love my bloggy and he loves me. we are a happy family! primary awayyyyyyyyyyyyy.. but really. bloggy is the best. he is a loyal pet and would die with me if he had to. so this is going to be short and to the point. HaPpY EaStEr tomorrow! woot! goodnight bloggy. :) sleepy time zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz

its a fervent dislike

prolly the number one thing that i hate about teenagers is their tendency to live by weekends. i was thinking about this as i was driving to pick up my sister at 10 30 at night. and i was tired and had had a stressful day and no one was driving around me, then suddenly this wimp stick red car goes speeding past me and a kid in the back seat sticks his head way out the window and tries to see who i am. so what goes on inside of the kids heads when they go racing down the street with several passengers? <--- thats it. nothing. they think about the feel they get when they go fast. they think about the girls or guys they want to impress. they think about nothing that really matters in the long run. ill tell you what they dont think about. they dont think about the canal that is coming up that crosses under the street. they dont think about the fact that the only thing between them and drowning in the disgusting water is two cement poles with yellow and black stripes on them. they dont think about the possibility that a cop might be around the corner. they dont think about the mother who has her baby asleep in the back seat, tired and just wanting to get home, who might be in the way of their joy ride down brown. they dont think about the fraility of the lives that they are carrying in the car. one artery severed, one rib cage crushed, one neck broken. humans aren't invincible. i dont care what the alcohol tells you. and i think God has mercy on a lot of the teenagers in the world. i'm surprised my school still has such a large student body. because after so many times of speeding down the road, getting high at your friends house, and just doing outright stupid things, most of the kids still show up to school on monday morning. and do we really deserve it? will the reckless ever change? do they realize that if they arent doing any good in this world, they are doing bad? maybe God helps us for the mothers. God feels the pain of the mothers, and although the kids do stupid things, the mothers does pray that jimmy comes home sometime sunday morning. they hope that sarah doesnt need to go to rehab. they wish that weekends weren't the only thing that their kids looked forward to and that maybe one kid at school would provide a house to hang out at, free of drugs and porn and alcohol and stupid drivers. i wish more kids had a place like that. its a serious pet peeve of mine. teenagers and their one track minds. its a pity that kids arent like the kids back before the flappers. back before teens decided, "hey. im a person. i can choose. i can choose what i want. and i will choose it cuz mom says i cant." rebellion is retarded. driving fast is dangerous. and i hope God has mercy on me when i make mistakes. and when my children make mistakes. and when their children make mistakes. and maybe someday the kids around here will learn by example. maybe joe wont come to school on monday. and everyone will go a little bit slower next time they drive down brown road.

PROM.COM

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HER CU LES

dealing with teenagers is a big pain in the patootski. especially when half of them are 16, 17, 18 year old boys with attention spans of 13 seconds, tops. now i say i want to be a teacher, and i still do, i think. but not a high school teacher. because all the kids have senior-itis and blow off all of their assignments and spend all their time with their girlfriend and/or boyfriend. and not a junior high teacher. because all those kids are little rebels without a cause. no. i want to teach.... ELEMENTARY SCHOOL! *gasp!* yes, shocking, i know. but! i love kids. and i feel that someone in the world needs to provide a positive learning experience for those little guys. if you start to hate school in elementary, what is high school going to be like? and yes, i know, there will be kids that just dont like school. i get it. but i want to get in there and love what i do, because i know and have had too many teachers that hate their job and hate kids. well NEWSFLASH! IF YOU DONT LIKE KIDS, DONT BE A TEACHER! gosh, some people are so stupid. ha and they didn't get into teaching for money, so whats the point, people, i mean really. i think we should have a national "fire all the teachers who hate their job" week, and fire them. all at once. in a big auditorium. "Mrs. So and So, please report to the auditorium immediately, thank you." and that solves the school's budget crisis. three words. i. am. genius.

What Environmental Science has Taught Me: episode 1

enviro science is def a sometimes waste of time. but upon reflection, i have come to realize that it teaches valuable truths, life lessons. and so. here is number one. *there is no such thing as global warming. yes, you might think, wait. this is environmental science. shouldn't they be pounding global warming into your brain? answer: false. you know you have a good e. science teacher when... she is an advocate to the opposing side of the global warming theory. now here is my theory. the earth goes through seasons, right? summer fall winter spring and back round again. now imagine those seasons being within two larger seasons, a larger summer and a larger winter. still following? for example, back in the days of the dinosaurs. the dinosaurs would roam the earth all happy go lucky and, no a comet did not come. the earth heated to the "larger summer" season. the climate and temperature steadily rose over a certain number of years, until finally, the earth became uninhabitable. dinosaurs=dead. then the earth steadily cooled down, cave men came, and then it slowly went into "larger winter" and the cave men=frozen dead. now. we live. our earth is slowly heating up. i dont believe it is the hairspray and the cars and the humans' fault at all. the earth is the smallest of a fraction off from its orbit around the sun than what we have calculated. so after moving round and round so many billions of times, we have a larger winter and larger summer along with the four smaller seasons. you may think this irrational. ok. but tell me that blaming global warming on human activity (which only accounts for 5% of the greenhouse gases found in the atmosphere) isnt irrational. my hypothesis isnt foolproof by any means. but i figure im a heck of a lot closer to the truth than my buddy al gore over here. scientist funding scandal? i think so. and this concludes episode 1.

The Lyre Bird

this is offish my favorite bird. thank you environmental science. you are worth something, after all. click the title for the link.

And Now to Begin

This post marks the first and most important step of my blogging life. The first post. The first thought. The first mistake. Yes. All blogs are mistakes. And I intend to make this mistake in style. I will start by not capitalizing my "i's" ahh that feels better. in fact. i dont want to capitalize anything. i'll just write and hope that the world can understand. because everyone knows that without correct capitalization, the language is incomprehensible. and i wonder why my english teacher got mad at me for being sarcastic about wal mart. psht. wal mart shmall mart. the first post. the beginning. and this is the end.