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Monday, March 30, 2009
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Tuesday, March 17, 2009
Sweden, Sweden, Sweden... THAT'S THE COUNTRY FOR ME!
Efficacious- influential, powerful, effective, etc.
Before we begin, I have some updates to announce. First off, WHERE IS EVERYONE? Gosh, it's bad enough that I seem to be the only blogger left in my group of blogging friends. (I never imagined I'd be the one to continue this little trend.) But now you have all stopped reading, too! I know I haven't blogged in a while, but COME ON! I think one person besides myself read the last entry. Wow, you guys. I feel loved.
Anyway, since you guys haven't visited in while, I will let you know that there is a not-so-new poll up! Please please please go vote because it is something about the format of this blog and it would thrill me to actually have responses other than my own.
Aaaaaand, HAPPY ST. PATRICK'S DAY!!!!! As you can see, I am being very festive by typing this wondrous entry in a lovely shade of green. I am also attempting to convince my fourth-grader neighbor that I am a leprechaun, despite the fact that I hardly wore any green today, I don't have red hair or a pot of gold, and I'm not Irish. But I can sort of jig!!! OK... I said sort of.
But today's entry has to do with a country other than Ireland. In fact....
The Walking Dictionary's Definition of the Day Award goes to: Sweden!
You see, my darlings, this week I have graciously explored the great advances Sweden has made in the Earth's continuously growing culture. Not only do those little red candy fish taste so good (those ARE Swedish, right?), but this European country has taken ginormous steps in the expansion of knowledge.
... JUST KIDDING!! But Sweden is a great country, so don't think I am insulting them. I'm not. I am simply informing you that we are NOT here to discuss the great leaps the country may or may not have made; does that seem to fit with this blog's style? I didn't think so. No, no, we are here for something much more important.
You see, my friend (who will hereby go by the generic name of Jeanie) and I are in Spanish class together. This week, we had to write a script using certain, pre-chosen lines and present our "skit" to the class. The first line of our script was "Hola! Adonde vas?" which translates to "Hello! Where are you going?"
Not only did I say the opening "Hola!" in an overly perky tone, I put a lot of emphasis on certain parts of the "Adonde vas?" Unintentionally, it came out sounding very, very Swedish. I know this is very stereotypical of me; perhaps not all Swedish people have this sort of accent. But it doesn't matter anyway, because my friend and I were already in fits of laughter before I could even consider this topic.
Why, oh, why am I telling you this? Frankly, I don't know, nor do I care. Since none of you read this anymore, it's not as if it matters what I write here. I could simply write SNICKERDOODLE SNICKERDOODLE SNICKERDOODLE a thousand times and post it, and who would know? No one, that's who. Perhaps this was my unconcious mind's way of getting back at you insolent non-readers, though that was not my intention when I started writing this. My intention was to tell you a funny story, which turned out to be not as funny as I thought because you can't actually hear me say my very Swedish Spanish phrase. (By the way, Jeanie and I are now calling ourselves Swaniards. Can't figure that one out? Tough snickerdoodles.)
Interesting. Now I have typed myself up into a somewhat spoiled mood. I do not see much point in blogging to people who do not care. I will keep blogging, though, because I enjoy ranting, but not as much effort will go into it, I don't believe. What a pity... oh, wait! No one's on the other end of this to pity me. I think I will go watch Ghostbusters.
The Great Blogzini says: At 9:00 AM tomorrow, you will recieve a fax from your future self, telling you to climb a very high tree and look around. I suggest following your advice.
Before we begin, I have some updates to announce. First off, WHERE IS EVERYONE? Gosh, it's bad enough that I seem to be the only blogger left in my group of blogging friends. (I never imagined I'd be the one to continue this little trend.) But now you have all stopped reading, too! I know I haven't blogged in a while, but COME ON! I think one person besides myself read the last entry. Wow, you guys. I feel loved.
Anyway, since you guys haven't visited in while, I will let you know that there is a not-so-new poll up! Please please please go vote because it is something about the format of this blog and it would thrill me to actually have responses other than my own.
Aaaaaand, HAPPY ST. PATRICK'S DAY!!!!! As you can see, I am being very festive by typing this wondrous entry in a lovely shade of green. I am also attempting to convince my fourth-grader neighbor that I am a leprechaun, despite the fact that I hardly wore any green today, I don't have red hair or a pot of gold, and I'm not Irish. But I can sort of jig!!! OK... I said sort of.
But today's entry has to do with a country other than Ireland. In fact....
The Walking Dictionary's Definition of the Day Award goes to: Sweden!
You see, my darlings, this week I have graciously explored the great advances Sweden has made in the Earth's continuously growing culture. Not only do those little red candy fish taste so good (those ARE Swedish, right?), but this European country has taken ginormous steps in the expansion of knowledge.
... JUST KIDDING!! But Sweden is a great country, so don't think I am insulting them. I'm not. I am simply informing you that we are NOT here to discuss the great leaps the country may or may not have made; does that seem to fit with this blog's style? I didn't think so. No, no, we are here for something much more important.
You see, my friend (who will hereby go by the generic name of Jeanie) and I are in Spanish class together. This week, we had to write a script using certain, pre-chosen lines and present our "skit" to the class. The first line of our script was "Hola! Adonde vas?" which translates to "Hello! Where are you going?"
Not only did I say the opening "Hola!" in an overly perky tone, I put a lot of emphasis on certain parts of the "Adonde vas?" Unintentionally, it came out sounding very, very Swedish. I know this is very stereotypical of me; perhaps not all Swedish people have this sort of accent. But it doesn't matter anyway, because my friend and I were already in fits of laughter before I could even consider this topic.
Why, oh, why am I telling you this? Frankly, I don't know, nor do I care. Since none of you read this anymore, it's not as if it matters what I write here. I could simply write SNICKERDOODLE SNICKERDOODLE SNICKERDOODLE a thousand times and post it, and who would know? No one, that's who. Perhaps this was my unconcious mind's way of getting back at you insolent non-readers, though that was not my intention when I started writing this. My intention was to tell you a funny story, which turned out to be not as funny as I thought because you can't actually hear me say my very Swedish Spanish phrase. (By the way, Jeanie and I are now calling ourselves Swaniards. Can't figure that one out? Tough snickerdoodles.)
Interesting. Now I have typed myself up into a somewhat spoiled mood. I do not see much point in blogging to people who do not care. I will keep blogging, though, because I enjoy ranting, but not as much effort will go into it, I don't believe. What a pity... oh, wait! No one's on the other end of this to pity me. I think I will go watch Ghostbusters.
The Great Blogzini says: At 9:00 AM tomorrow, you will recieve a fax from your future self, telling you to climb a very high tree and look around. I suggest following your advice.
Tuesday, March 3, 2009
Mixin' It Up!
Well, folks,I haven't written in a while... sorry about that. I've been busy, what with softball tryouts (made it, if you're interested), softball PRACTICE, homework, birthday preparations (March 6th! Woot woot!), D.I. (Destination Imagination... you can see why we abbreviate it), and life in general. To top it off, I got sick with a fever that reached 103.5 degrees yesterday, a voice-killing cough, and a busload of snot. But you didn't need to know that. Anyway, I don't really feel like doing the normal format, with the award and all that. Instead, I am just going to blog, as per usual, about something random, without the fancy mumbo-jumbo.
OOOOOOOH I know what to blog about! Another blog! Ok, guys, prepare to be blown away, because I am about to introduce you to the most addicting website since Neopets! This blog may just be snazzier than mine (if its possible...just kidding!) and its not just about random things which, depending on how you look at it, may be good or bad. Guys and girls, ladies and gentlemen, cats and dogs, THIS blog is all about CAKE.
Not just any cake, my friends. How boring would that be, an entire blog dedicated to regular ol' cakes. "Well, this one's traditional vanilla!" "Oooh, they get fancy here by adding a double fudge streak!" Nope. Uh-uh. No, this blog is all about cakes whose decorators, though they are all professionally done, completely wrecked the cakes with vomit-colored frosting, terrible spray-painting, badly-constructed figurines, and the frequently-made misspellings. Hence the name of this blog, Cake Wrecks.
I can't REALLY blog about this until you guys know what I'm talking about. So, in the spirit of my upcoming birthday, I think I'll use up the next five miles of typing space or so to show you some pretty darn snazzy cakes, and some... not so snazzy ones.
OK, this is clearly not a cake wreck. It's actually my favorite one so far. Isn't it ADORABLE?!?!?! I wish I was Cameron. That kid's got it gooooood.
Ok, now we can move onto some Cake WRECKS (the fun begins)...
This one wouldn't be a wreck if it weren't for the weirdness of it. I mean, sure, the leaves and camo are the right colors, and the deer are perfectly sculpted... but GUYS! Come on... there's leaves, deer, and CAMO on a WEDDING CAKE. Isn't that weird to anyone else? Or at least amusing? Because I just about died when I saw this.
And, of course, every little boy dreams of having their childhood hero on a cake. However, I don't think many of their dreams include a possessed Spiderman with hands like a frog and glowing white eyes. But who knows? Maybe I'm just an oddball... well, more than we already knew.
This one just made me laugh. I know quite a few people who would enjoy receiving this cake from me. GOOD TIMES, guys. Good. Times.
And finally, last but certainly not least, one more Cake Wreck to sustain you before I send you on your merry way:
Girls, Barbie cakes are soooo five minutes ago. Impress your friends by getting an ever-popular, totally ripped Ken cake! Though I must say, the flowery skirt DOES take away from his buff-ness somewhat. But hey! Only real men wear pink, right?
OOOOOOOH I know what to blog about! Another blog! Ok, guys, prepare to be blown away, because I am about to introduce you to the most addicting website since Neopets! This blog may just be snazzier than mine (if its possible...just kidding!) and its not just about random things which, depending on how you look at it, may be good or bad. Guys and girls, ladies and gentlemen, cats and dogs, THIS blog is all about CAKE.
Not just any cake, my friends. How boring would that be, an entire blog dedicated to regular ol' cakes. "Well, this one's traditional vanilla!" "Oooh, they get fancy here by adding a double fudge streak!" Nope. Uh-uh. No, this blog is all about cakes whose decorators, though they are all professionally done, completely wrecked the cakes with vomit-colored frosting, terrible spray-painting, badly-constructed figurines, and the frequently-made misspellings. Hence the name of this blog, Cake Wrecks.
I can't REALLY blog about this until you guys know what I'm talking about. So, in the spirit of my upcoming birthday, I think I'll use up the next five miles of typing space or so to show you some pretty darn snazzy cakes, and some... not so snazzy ones.
OK, this is clearly not a cake wreck. It's actually my favorite one so far. Isn't it ADORABLE?!?!?! I wish I was Cameron. That kid's got it gooooood.Ok, now we can move onto some Cake WRECKS (the fun begins)...
This one wouldn't be a wreck if it weren't for the weirdness of it. I mean, sure, the leaves and camo are the right colors, and the deer are perfectly sculpted... but GUYS! Come on... there's leaves, deer, and CAMO on a WEDDING CAKE. Isn't that weird to anyone else? Or at least amusing? Because I just about died when I saw this.
And, of course, every little boy dreams of having their childhood hero on a cake. However, I don't think many of their dreams include a possessed Spiderman with hands like a frog and glowing white eyes. But who knows? Maybe I'm just an oddball... well, more than we already knew.
This one just made me laugh. I know quite a few people who would enjoy receiving this cake from me. GOOD TIMES, guys. Good. Times.
And finally, last but certainly not least, one more Cake Wreck to sustain you before I send you on your merry way:
Girls, Barbie cakes are soooo five minutes ago. Impress your friends by getting an ever-popular, totally ripped Ken cake! Though I must say, the flowery skirt DOES take away from his buff-ness somewhat. But hey! Only real men wear pink, right?That's all for now, but there are hundreds, probably thousands more on this website. Just go to http://cakewrecks.blogspot.com/ for more spectacular cakes covered in sprinkles, frosting, and awesomeness. Also, if you guys liked this blog, I could start posting a picture of a Cake Wreck with every post. But you guys have to actually tell me whether you like it, so I'll put a new poll up. (By the way, thanks SO MUCH for voting on the last one... oh wait! No one did! Thanks guys. Love you, too.)
Hope you enjoyed this mixed-up blog!
The Great Blogzini predicts: An employee from Wal-Mart will approach you and ask you for a nickle. When you tell him you don't have one, he will pull a peach out of his pocket, angrily chew it in your face, and stomp off while calling his peach unrepeatable names. Wow. You just got owned.
Hope you enjoyed this mixed-up blog!
The Great Blogzini predicts: An employee from Wal-Mart will approach you and ask you for a nickle. When you tell him you don't have one, he will pull a peach out of his pocket, angrily chew it in your face, and stomp off while calling his peach unrepeatable names. Wow. You just got owned.
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