2015

Ha. The world is really old.

Christmas

During the holiday season it's time to be near people you love. (And when you are around people you love you will be stuck with people you don't like but the people you love, love.) When your family members are like,

Then no matter how awkward and silent it gets you can not leave the conversation without seeming rude. The only part about holiday parties I like is the part where we eat food.

But for those of you who won't be with family and friends, be glad you won't be in awkward conversations with them.

I just found out about a sad story. Probably the saddest story ever.
There's a missing pigeon from Germany. Someone stole it.

Pray for the pigeon

Girls in our Basement?

That title is really confusing, because it's not what it sounds like...

Something I hate is planning what to get for people for Christmas. I get asked all the time, “What should I get so and so for Christmas?” I’m just like, “Uh… Socks? How should I know?”

Since we are so close to Christmas, I should be done with shopping, but I’m not… Haven’t even started. I didn’t go to Black Friday, so I missed my big chance.

But as fun as preparing for Christmas is, the holidays have their major downsides. Since I live in California, it never gets cold enough to snow (except for in the mountains). The closest we have had to snow in a long time on the valley floor is hail, and that was two years ago.

 

 

 

We usually get some rain instead of snow. Then the ground is all muddy, and it’s really cold. But still now snow.

During the two weeks I have off for the holidays, my mom, brother, and I go visit my grandparents. It usually snows for about 10 minutes, and then sits on the ground and looks miserable.

Once when we were there it snowed a lot, like enough to build a two foot tall snowman. I couldn’t believe it. I was having a white Christmas.

 

We made plans to go sledding somewhere the day after Christmas. So I woke up the next day, so excited, and I looked outside, and the snow melted.

 

 

 

I could see the grass through the thin layer of snow. I was pretty upset.

I remember another time from years ago at their house. Behind where they lived there was a family with two girls, one who was my age (I think her name was Ashley), and one who was about 5 years older than me. Ashley introduced me to other girls in the neighborhood and I only remember a few parts of what happened. Here’s a few parts: I was in Ashley’s house playing on the computer, then sometime later I was on another girl’s doorstep, then I was in another girl’s room playing with dolls… I have no idea how my parents let me do this. They always pull the “You’re going to get kidnapped” card, so somehow I snuck around it. Then I remember about 6 girls, who I barely even knew all in my Grandparents’ basement, playing on the exercise equipment. I remember my mom coming downstairs and just staring at us like we were crazy (which we were).

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

I have no idea what happened after that. I think they all went to Ashley’s house, and I had to stay back because I caused problems.

I think Ashley moved to Germany with her family a few months later, and apparently came back last year. Next time I visit my grandparents’ house I should go over to the house where they lived and be like, “Yo, Ashley."

 

 

Happy Holidays

Just Get it Over With

So we are already reaching the end of the first semester, and all the teachers are preparing us for finals. Most of the people in my classes complain about writing the essay or studying or doing whatever you need to do to get ready.

I usually wait to the last minute to do my preparations, but this year I will do whatever it takes to get out of these classes. A majority of the people in my freshman classes are a year or two above this level. So you are telling me that you failed this class in freshman year, failed it in sophomore year, and now you are a junior and are hoping to pass? This is the simplest class you could ever be in. All you do is take notes, take a test at the end of the week, and write an essay every 3 months. It is not that hard. But as soon as Mr. or Mrs. Teacher opens their mouth saying, "Hey there's an essay coming up. Study!" everyone is like, "eughhhh! Not again..."

And I'm over here like, "Uh, you thought that you were just going to come to class all year and never write an essay?" I have found that you really shouldn't complain about what you are doing. Whether it's an essay, or running a mile, or memorizing the Declaration of Independence, you shouldn't try to get out of it by wishing that all the sudden your hand or leg will break, or the teacher will all the sudden call it off. No, just sit your butt down with a pen and paper and write yourself an essay to get out of this class and move on with your life.

Think about it. What if one day you show up at a job interview and they look at your grades, and they see you failed something multiple times?

My point is that when there is something that has to be done, just get it over with or you will feel stupid after. And you will just have to waste time doing something over and over again. And you think it was bad the first time... Just get it done.

Twitter: @ylimes3

Happy Thanksgiving

Happy Thanksgiving to everyone who celebrates. This would have been up on time, but the internet is barely working.

 

I've waited all year to have this pie, so I will eat the whole thing.

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My Hair Is Magic

I'll admit it. I love dying my hair. I know it can and may eventually backfire and make me go bald, but that's what wigs are for. I have dyed my hair more than 10 times, and will probably dye it again before the end of the year. My most common color to dye it is blonde, but it has been many different colors including red, black, pink, brown, and blue (just the tips).

 One reason I love to dye my hair is because it makes my hair look not greasy and healthy for about a week. My hair after it has been left alone for a while gets greasy and no matter what I do to it, it won't help. I also love getting reactions from people I know. You might be thinking I get things like, "Wow! That color looks so good!" and "I like this one even better than the last color!"

 No. I get the opposite of that like, "Oh. I liked your other color, but if you like it then I like it..." But I  don't know what's going through people's minds when they ask, "Did you dye your hair?" "Whoa, your hair changed color!" "Why's your hair a different color?" So I respond with, "I don't know. I woke up and it was different. It's so strange." It earns me this look of amazement.

I'm not some Horse of a Different Color from The Wizard of Oz. (but that would be pretty cool...) How do you think my hair changed color? Think about it. If I was a magic horse, I wouldn't be surrounded by people dumb enough to believe that my hair can naturally go from black to blonde.

And this happened at my 8th grade promotion. I wore a clip in ponytail-thing, because I wanted long hair. (My hair was very short) Everyone had been gone from school two hours and when we came back for the ceremony this girl asked me, "Whoa, is that your natural hair?" How did my hair go from 5 inches long to two and a half feet long in two hours? I said it was my natural hair and she was amazed. Maybe my hair was really that long. I just kept it in a really small bun the whole year.

The Truth About Buying An iPhone

So the new iPhone 6 and 6 plus came out a little while ago, and I wanted to point out some things about when people go to buy the new iPhone.
So this phone is obviously a major competition with the Galaxy S5, because of the large screen size.

 

 

So Apple gives birth to the new iPhones. But last year they came out with two other phones. (Yes, I know that Samsung also made the S4, but that's only one phone, not two.) The iPhone 5s had the first fingerprint scanner which made everyone feel so special if they owned it. Now the 6 has it, and so everyone who felt so special now feels like they are just ordinary now. 

 

 

So this is my interpretation of the cycle...

 

 

 

 

 

 

Then there's the iPhone 6 Plus, which is basically an iPad you can talk on.

 

 

I have always preferred Apple, but I just bought a Samsung Galaxy, so we will have to see which one I like better... Till next week.

 

The Struggles of Finding A Halloween Costume

Usually no matter what age you are you have some sort of event you wear a costume to on Halloween. I, maybe unlike a lot of people, begin to plan my costume in about February. I get this great idea of something I want to dress as, and think that I will keep that promise to myself.

 This year I planned on going as Thor.

By the middle of the year I have changed my mind completely. I became obsessed with The Walking Dead, and wanted to be a Walker with full makeup and bite marks and whatever.

So for the rest of the time to about the beginning of September I planned on making my Walker costume. When I went to the Halloween store and saw how much the parts I needed for my costume cost, I thought, "Maybe I should be someone else. I have a blonde wig. I could go as Andrea." So I thought my costume was finished, but then I thought, "What if no one knows who I am supposed to be."

So I ordered a wig that looks like Maggie's hair. I thought maybe more people would recognize who I was dressed as. After I got the wig I changed my mind and wanted to be Daryl. My hair is short and brown, so I thought that I wouldn't need a wig after all. Then I realized that sadly I don't have a crossbow, or a poncho, or a vest with wings. My plans were ruined. I looked at the calendar the next day and saw that Halloween was in five days. I wouldn't have time to get the things I needed! (Shirt that I can rip the sleeves off of and can put blood splatters on, dye to re-dye my hair, pants I can get dirty, etc.) I panicked.

I then got a great idea while playing The Sims. I could be a Sim. It's so simple. All I have to do is make the Plumbob (Diamond above their head) and put it on a headband. So with now only two days left I have started to make it.

It's funny how as you get older deciding what you want to dress as gets harder to do. As a kid it's like, "What do you want to be?"
"I want to be a fairy!" or "A dinosaur!" or whatever. Now it's like, "Well it can be funny, or serious, or realistic, or fake, or based on a movie, or real life. Will I have time? Will I have money? I always get my great ideas for a costume the day of or the day after Halloween. It's like, "Oh. I will do that next year." Then the whole process starts over...

Sorry for the late upload. I got busy. I will try harder next time. Happy Halloween. Don't choke on candy. That's bad.

#prayformabby #boo

8 main things that piss me off

Here's a quick outline of eight things that piss me off.

1.  When people touch my hair

 

 

2. When people decide to randomly poke me

 

 

 

 

3. When people take food my food

 

 

Just for your information only people I know have done these three things to me. It's not like strangers do this. If they did I would punch them, thank you very much.

 

 

 

4. When people walk unbelievably slow

 



 

 

5. When I am dragged into relationship problems

 

 

 

 

6. When girls randomly start screaming

 

 

 

 

7. When it takes forever for my food to come at a restaurant

 

Food is an important part of my life, and if you take a century to bring it to me... you can get out. (After you have brought me my food)

 

 

8. When every song on the radio is terrible









I cannot for the life of me draw a car, so bleh.

 

 

So those are 8 things that really piss me off. There are lots more, but those are the main things. 

I have decided that my posting schedule will be every Tuesday. I just feel that I have more time to do extra things on Tuesdays. Help spread the word of my blog. It will get better with more people.