Tuesday, 2 December 2014

Vocabulary Games

Today, I played a vocabulary game called "Slang game". The point of the game, is to see if you understand expressions, idioms, similes, metaphors, and things like that. When you click start, you see (at the top) a box with the expression in it. One of the questions was, Cat got your tongue. Then, underneath it, thre are four smaller boxes that give definitions. 3 are wrong, 1 is correct. You have to try and decide which one is he correct definition, or meaning, for that expression. There are around 10 or so questions in total. I learned a few new expressions today, refreshed my knowledge on some already known, but almost forgotten ones, and was suprised to see some answers that people might have given. I was not worried, but almost bothered, or concerned that this would be a very boring thing, that should be intended for 6 year olds, but I was suprised to find out that this game turned out to be quite enjoyable.

Try it out for yourself, and leave a comment telling me what you think!! =D

Thursday, 20 November 2014

Funny times

My friend, Moira G., and I were walking home from a volleyball game today. We we just talking about school, and I brought up 7th grade. She started talking about how she hated the 7th grade, and she was all like,

"I hate the number 7!! It's so-- so-- so-- so SEVENY! The number 7 is like the colour orange, I hate it!! It's so horrible, and ugly!!"

And I was silent, and thn she started up again,

"I hate basketballs!!"

It made no sense... but anyways, this is what she said after that,

"I hate basketballs! They're so ORANGE! I hate them, they're so ugly!"

And this was really too hilarious, I couldn't stop laughing until I got to her house and we saw her brother crying... But I'm not going to talk about that now, maybe another dy, but not today.

Thanks for reading my blog!! Please leave comments, and tell me what you think!! =D

Oh, and, you should check out Moira's blog, at This Girl. It's cool!!

Tuesday, 18 November 2014


The songs that "kids these days" are listening to, I find stupid, and obnoxious. Even though I do like some of the songs, I like the beat, and the rhythm, not the words. The words are just weird. The words make no sense. The words are... The only word I can use is... I guess, stupid. Like the song Rude, by Magic!. When you hear the song, you like it. You think it's cool. But when you listen to the words, you hear something... Weird. This is what I am talking about, he says these words in his song:

Can I have your daughter for the rest of my life?

Say yes, say yes 'cause I need to know

You say I'll never get your blessing 'til the day I die

Tough luck, my friend, but the answer is 'No'

Why you gotta be so rude?

Don't you know I'm human too?

Why you gotta be so rude?

I'm gonna marry her anyway

So, this is what I infer from the song

This guy asks his girlfriend's dad if he is allowed to marry her, and he really wants him to say yes. Then, her dad tells him "No", and the guy gets mad and says that he doesn't care what he says, he is still going to marry her.

So, basically, he asked him if he could marry his girlfriend, the dad said no, and he said he didn't care, and is going to do it anyways.

This is why I do not like music!! It makes no sense!!

I could think of countless other songs, where the lyrics make no sense, but I am not going to. That would just bore you, and the list would probably include you favorite song(s). Please leave comments, stating your thoughts, and I would really love it if you guys could give me an idea of what I should write about next... Okay, Thanks!! =D

Monday, 17 November 2014

Quiet... Too quiet...

Everybody else in class is reading their reading books.... It is so nice and quiet. I am not reading anything, because I forgot my reading book at home. It is not one of the school's, it is from the library. If it were from the school, I would not be allowed to bring it home with me, I would have had to leave it here. I like it when it is quiet, it lets me think, it lets me clear my head, and it makes me think of amazing ideas, whether they be about drawing, painting, blogging, or whatever. I love the quiet, but sometimes it can be too quiet. When things are too loud or too quiet, I freak out, thinking that something horrible is going to happen. I feel like I am in a horror movie...

Do you ever feel this way? Please leave a comment answering... Thanks!! =D

Sunday, 16 November 2014


When I get on this computer, and I am mad about something, I rant about it. I just keep going, and going, and going. Most of the time, I go off track and go onto a totally different subject then what I started out with, Like my 2nd post, Books. I just kept going, and going, and going. And the same thing happened with Doctor Who. I went onto a completely different subject, and blah-blah-blah-blah-blah. This is what happens. I get really mad, and very annoyed, and I realize that whoever is reading this, really doesn't care about what I have to say, and has probably already closed the tab, and has opened another tab, and is playing a game, or talking to their friends on Facebook, or something. Sometimes, I wonder why I keep going, why I even started this blog. Well, I know why I started it, we had to. But, why did I keep going? The other people in my class are probably only doing this when they are told to, and probably don't even want to do this, but I do. I am not told that I should go on the computer and add something to my blog, I jump on the computer whenever it is available, and I just keep going until my mother tells me I have to get ready for bed, or I have to give up the computer so my sister, or brother, or someone can go on. I do realize that I am ranting right now, but that was kind of my goal from the beginning. I wanted to show you how I just keep going, and going, and going. I can not stop, I do not stop, ever, or I at least wish it could be that way. If I could, I would just stay on this computer 24 hours a day, 7 days a week, 52 weeks a year, for the rest of my life. If I could, I would never leave this computer, I would just keep posting, and posting, and posting. I would just keep going, and going, and going. I would never stop. I would write, forever I would only stop when I had to go to the bathroom or something. I would hire someone to bring me 3 meals a day, and would always have snack bowl by my side. It would be perfect... Well, almost. I would be isolating myself from the rest of the world, and I would not be seen by anyone. By the time someone grabbed me and forced me to finally go outside, the sunlight would burn my skin. I would not tan, nor would I just get a minor sunburn, I would actually be burning. My skin would be peeling off, my eyes would be hurting so much, my hair would be falling out. I love blogging, and I wish I could do that, just that, and only that, but if I did, it would probably kill me in the end.

My metaphorical child

I always get these great ideas during the day, before I can actually go on the computer and type it all out. I would love to be able to just have a little computer with me at all times to type it all out once I have it in my head. If I don't I forget about it, and when I do finally get the chance to type it all out, I mess up the words, and I never get it all out the way I want it to. Blogging is a very confusing thing to do. I love to do it, but I hate the process. I am always trying to thing of things to write about, and ways to say it, but I just wish I could at least have a pen and mini notebook with me, but I can't, and that is why I really don't like it. I love it, but sometimes I don't like it. That is exactly what my parents always said about me, they will always love me, but sometimes they really don't like me. Blogging is my metaphorical child.

Saturday, 15 November 2014

Bae and me stories #1-Rain and a smartcar.

My friend and I are going to do something. We are writing short, little stories together, and we are going to do these quite often. This is our first one, let's see how it goes!

So, the other day, I was just throwing money around the house, shouting, "MAKE IT RAIN!!", and then my friend comes up to me, and says he doesn't like the rain, so he pulls out his umbrella and makes sure no cash hits him. Then I was so confused, and so I stopped and he was all like"praise the lord!" And then I got so mad at him, I shouted"Come at me bro!"and started punching him. Then he kicked me so hard in my stomach. I ran away screaming and crying, and he drove away in his little smart car, satisfied.

Please leave comments telling me what you think!! =D

Doctor Who

Gosh, I feel like I'm overwhelming you... This is my 2nd post in 5 minutes!!! I clicked publish one the last one, and sirectly after that, I clicked new post. But, I just got this great idea and wanted to gt it all down and done before I forgot about it.

My favourite show is Doctor Who. My whole family likes it. My brother and sister don't watch it as much, but they do still like it. There are a few people outside of school that watch it, like the neighbors, and my sister's friends. But at school, no body I know watches it, and I know everyone at the school, except for like 13 people, and I doubt they watch it. When I talk about things like Galifrey, or the TARDIS, or Raxacoricofallapatorius, everybody looks at me like I have a ferret growing out of my forehead. I just wish there was someone I could relate to, that I would see everyday, more or less. I tried to get my friend to watch it, and she did for a while, but then she just stopped I guess, and started watching PLL again. Then she tried for the milionth time to get me interested in PLL, but she did not succeed. She keeps trying though, and even though she is getting closer, she will never get close enough. One day when I was over at  her house, she put on one of the scream movies, and we were just at the part when one of he girls tries to go into a garage or something, and the door is closing, and I thought she was going to get caught underneath it, so I ran into my friends' room, and would not come out at all until she promised to stop the movie, and turn the laptop off. Later she told me that the girl did not get caught underneath the garage door, and she did not understand why I had been acting like that. So, if I can't even watch a girl possibly get caught under a garage door, I can't watch people get stabbed, or shot, or run over by trains, or any of that. That is why I have never seen a horror movie in my life. Once, when I was younger, my dad was watching one of his crime shows. These people were chasing after this other guy, and one of them chased hm to these train tracks, and he turned around and was laughing at the guy that was chasing him, and neither of them, nor us, saw the train until it hit him. I never got that image out ofmy head. I could not sleep well, for almost a month. Even after that too. So, I think I will stick with my Daleks ans Cybermen. =D


Everyone is always talking about haters, and saying things like, "haters gonna hate" and "Don't be a hater!" But I find that kind of contradicting. I mean, if you tell people not to be haters, then you are implying that you hate hates, and if you hate them, you are a hater yourself! So, if people are going to "hate" at all, they should hate things that should be frowned upon, like terrorism, and sexual abuse, and any type of abuse or harrassment, or things like that. Not things like people going out to clubs at night, or a Facebook post you didn't think was funny, or things like that. If you are going to do that, then we don't need you here. We have plenty enough people here to do that, and we don't need more.

Friday, 14 November 2014


Everyone is always talking about books they've read, and asking other people if they've read them too. When I try to do that, everybody gives the same answer: No. It just makes me feel kind of upset, I guess. When I try to describe these books, they just walk away, acting as if it were the worst 48 seconds of their life. This is a lot worse though, when I am talking about a series of books like Harry Potter, or The Guardians of Ga'Hoole. You have probably heard of both of these, because of their movies. Harry Potter has 7 books, and 8 movies, each movie goes with a book. The Guardians of Ga'Hoole series has 15 books, and 1 movie that tries to fit in everything from the first 3 books, and ultimately failing. It does not include a lot of important info, and it throws things into it that don't belong. But anyways, back to books. I will try to describe my pain of describing a book to someone who is not interested. Think of it this way: You are in class, and your friend Jane walks over to you. She says something, and you dissagree with it. You two have a small argument, nothing serious, and then one of you gets the great idea to find out for sure. That person just happens to be you. You figure out for certain, wether it's asking somebody, or looking it up. However the answer was found, you are the one that found it. Then you realize, the other person was right. You panic a little inside, but then you just sit down, really upset and kind of mad, and ignore the rest of the world for a short 2 minutes. The feeling you get in the situation I just described is how I feel when trying to explain a book to someone who really doesn't give a quarter. Now, to imagine how I feel when trying to explain a series, take that same situation, and repeat it the amount of times as there are books in the series I am explaining. Now you undrstand why I am very difficult to live with. Now you understand why I do not like to explain things. But the worst part about it is, when I am really into a book, which happens a lot, and I will get asked about it. I will explain it with great feeling, and enthusiasm, and then the person asking will look like the book did not meet their expectations, so they can't even say, "Oh, okay. Thanks for explaining it to me." And then go. I would be fine with that, but NO! They have to be really upset, and then they get this fantastic idea to show off their book! Like I don't have enough problems! Now I have to listen to someone who cut me off from explaining my book, so I can listen to them explain their book. I don't want to! It should be obvious! When I tell them I don't really want to have them explain their book, they get mad at me, and don't talk to me for a little while. Or, when I wait until their finished, and say, "Oh, you know, it doesn't really seem like it would suit me. I mean, it might, but probably not. Thanks though for explaining it to  me!" They get all mad at me, saying that I am the rudest person ever, and I didn't even let them explain their book, and then they weren't even done telling me what it was about, and I just said "NOPE" and walked away! I am the rudest person in the world!!! They are going to tell all of their friends what happned, and they are going to get them to never talk to you, ever! (ever normally lasts about 3 minutes, for the "friends"that actually "obey" the asker.)

Sometimes, I just get so mad, I want to give someone a Raxacoricofallapatorian and tell them it's their new pet caterpillar.

I am totally afraid

No body ever talks about high school, no body ever sounds as afraid as I am. See, the thing is, I am actually terrified. I am scared about our grade 8 trip, about high school, about college, university, marriage, childbirth, raising kids, and especially death. I am probably thinking way too far ahead, but it will come, and I feel that if I don't start thinking about it now, it will suddenly be there, jumping right into my face, and I will not be prepared. Does anybody else feel this way? I am always wondering... Does anyone else think about the future like I do? Does anybody else wonder if they are going to ever marry, worried all the time about dying alone? I probably sound like a loon, but this is what I think about all day, and all night before I finally fall asleep at 12:32 am. Some nights, I stay up until 3:00 am, wondering about other people, wondering about life, wondering... wondering...