:: shoodang out the whizbang ::

:: lundi, novembre 12, 2007 ::

i just started my day, but i already don't want it to end.


when thinking about food, my thought process usually goes something like this:
"man, pizza sounds good. no i don't want pizza it's not good for me. maybe just a bowl of cereal. man but i really want that pizza. what about pizza AND cereal...yeah...that sounds good..."

it's a miracle i'm not obese.

:: Alexa 9:41 AM [+] ::

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a mother email:

Soorry ,Kids.
in the letter to Joy, I wanted to say risk factors but I typed "Rick factors" I hoped you firured it out already.
Did you see it?
mama

:: Alexa 11:04 AM [+] ::

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in my planning class we were talking about impervious cover, and my teacher slipped up and said, "impervious lover."
i was the only one who giggled.
come on people, impervious lover? that's just funny.

:: Alexa 3:42 PM [+] ::

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the tang children described in terms of storms:

allen : thunderstorm
big booms and curtains of precipitation

joy: wind storm
a lot whirling around, but not a lot of damage

melodie: lightning storm
flashy and quick on the attack

alexa: hail storm
painful on the way down, but so fun to play with on the ground

:: Alexa 7:48 PM [+] ::

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wouldn't it be creepy if mirrors remembered every reflection they ever cast?
that sounds like a good premise for a horror film.

it has been almost 3 months since i've posted.
if i were to sum up my summer in a couple bullets, it would go something like this:
-went to chicago. saw lots of animals and ate lots of food.
-worked for a crazy firm. learned how to be an excellent computer clicker. i'm also pretty great at shooting rubberbands.
-hung out with some of my favorite friends
-made a new favorite friend
-cursed my feet for being so screwy
-rewrote, sang, and danced to the awesome umbrella song with a dirty clown
-crashed a wedding
-made delicious foods
-don't forget the romantic cake
-my neighbors killed each other
-and then my friend's neighbor died on her porch too
-dressed as wizards dressed as muggles for harry potter 7
-completed two aggie milestones: ordered my aggie ring and a sports pass for football season
-monday night post-ultimate popsicle, ice cream, glowstick, bastille shirt parties
-denied all responsibilities of real life.
-shrunk all of my friends down to pocket size so that i can bring them with me wherever i go.

well, i'm still working on that last one.

:: Alexa 12:03 AM [+] ::

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today at lunch, allen brought up that jeff cook is dating a chinese girl from china.
this sparked possibly one of the best conversations ever:

allen: hey jeff's dating a chinese girl from china.
mom: i have THREE chinese girls! tell jeff to date one of my girls, they are chinese!
allen: no, mom, he's already dating a girl.
mom: oh, then tell jeff to date joy.
allen: NO, mom, jeff's already dating someone!
mom: jeff?
allen: joe?
mom: joe! look at that, joe, jeff, this whole time i was talking about joe but we were talking about jeff!
alexa: that's because all of the cook children's names start with j's. all 5 of them.
mom: well that's silly, how am i supposed to keep that straight? j, j, j, j,...hey! joy's name starts with j too! joy and jeff!
allen: NO! jeff has a girlfriend!
mom: joe?
allen: yes, joe.
mom: joy and joe! look! and only one letter apart! it just came to me, from god! it came to me! tell jeff to date joy when you go to hawaii.
allen: what am i supposed to do, go in and say, "hey, let me sleep here, oh and date my sister." mom: yes! you can pray and ask god, he might say "yes, joy should date joe!" and only one letter apart, j-o-e, j-o-y... how come i didn't think of this before?
alexa: and then they could have all sorts of little children with j-names. jack, james...
allen: jon...jaimie...
mom: jello! haha! joy and joe will give birth to little jello!
alexa: and jam! mom: jello and jam! jello is a boy and jam is a girl! jello and jam! jam and jello! jello, jam, joy, jeff.
allen: joe.

:: Alexa 4:08 PM [+] ::

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i can't seem to drink water unless i chug it.
aside from the problems that this causes with post-practice water-chugging stomach ache and pre-restaurant-meal fullness, it also causes problems just on a regular basis.

what happens is i pour myself a glass of water, and then bring the glass up to my mouth to gulp it down. the more i drink, the more i tilt my glass up, and the more i tilt the glass up, the more of my nose-mouth area it covers. I keep drinking, without taking a breath, but since my face is so far into my glass by then, i can't breathe anymore.
i freak out for a moment and stop drinking because i'm out of air, but luckily this relieves the pressure vacuum that i've created in the glass and i can breathe again.

i know you have to drink water to survive, but i'm probably going to die from drinking water.

:: Alexa 2:49 PM [+] ::

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i wish i could distribute my useless talents into areas that i cared more about.

:: Alexa 11:29 PM [+] ::

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sometimes i'm not so sure my mom really understands english:

"...My" love" for you will never change, no matter what. I can not "live" your life too. Visa Versa...Sometime it is our EAGLE playing the tricks on our mind. We want to believe others will not go on withour me."

gotta watch out for those eagles, you never know when they're going to attack.

:: Alexa 11:36 PM [+] ::

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"Feet , are made for the purpose for you tol go many fun places to traveland many secret places for you to explore. For the rest of your life , feetwill be a forever loyal friend with you."
-my mom

now i know where my eloquence comes from.

:: Alexa 10:16 PM [+] ::

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i got sunburned for the first time ever 2 weeks ago, and i have to admit it was kind of exciting. even though it means i'm that much closer to dying, peeling skin off of my dirt-brown shoulders provides for a lot of cross eyed excitement.

tomorrow i'm going to the podiatrist to see what he says about the problem i apparently have with flat feet. i'm actually kind of excited because i'm hoping he'll be able to tell me some amazing plan and i'll be able to run forever and ever.
i'm also kind of weary because the last time i was excited to go to a podiatrist, i came back walking like a broken dinosaur for a month.

i thought about plugging in my desk lamp last night, but then i realized that the reason i haven't for the past 7 weeks or so is because i don't have a light bulb. i have a real problem with plugging things in, it takes me at least 3 weeks to even think about it.

the end.

:: Alexa 3:54 PM [+] ::

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I'm pretty sure this is the reason I come home:

I was sitting at church with my mom, and I was shaking my foot. She put her foot on it to make me stop, and then when she moved it, I started shaking it again just to annoy her. Then she wrote down, very carefully, on her notepad, "A-D-H-D."
I laughed, but she nodded with great concern.

Then last night, she talked on the phone with a friend for a couple hours. She wanted to talk to me about what they had talked about by going on walk #2 of the day, but I didn't really want to.
Me: Ugh, do we have to go on a walk?
Mom: Let's put it this way, if walking could save your mother, would you?

I laughed for 10 minutes straight (and went for the walk), but she wasn't joking in the least.

:: Alexa 2:37 PM [+] ::

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i really love french, and i really love spanish. basically i love all languages except for the one that's linked to my heritage.

since i am more actively learning spanish right now, i try not to forget the french that i've learned.
but the truth is that now i make sentences like, "vous no me comprendez," thinking it's french--and then i'll turn around and say things like, "juego ultimate los jeudis, " thinking it's spanish.

wouldn't it be cool if brains were like USB drives and you could just insert information according to the situation?

:: Alexa 8:37 PM [+] ::

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a little tribute to catalan, the cutest little language i'll ever pretend to know.
an email from one of the guys on the barcelona team:

Bon dia comité d'entrenadors per Paganello,
La prova d'avaluació física ja està acabada. la portaré aquest dimecres al'entrenament en format paper per fer-li una ullada.
La podem fer el dissabte i diumenge vinent.
Tothom a posar-se en forma.
Mr.Quim

:: Alexa 10:49 PM [+] ::

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i like how google changes their icon depending on the special occasion of whatever particular day it is. today i got on google to search something and i saw this picture and thought, "oh, is it jump roping day?!"

then i put my mouse over it and it condescendingly replied to me, "Martin Luther King Day."

i knew it was MLK day. but the prospect of jump roping day seemed so much more...well, jumpier.

:: Alexa 10:13 AM [+] ::

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I guess this story starts back in 1993.
When we moved to Spring in 1993, we went on a quest to find "Chair Key." We were looking for furniture of sorts, and Mom had heard that this would be a good place to look. So we're all in the car, driving down the road looking for the elusive "Chair Key," but we can't find it. As we're driving, I see a store and I say, "Hey, there's a Chair King..." but no one hears me and we keep driving.
We drove for a pretty long time and eventually had to turn around. Driving the other direction now, I notice again, "Hey, there's Chair King," and Mom very excitedly says, "Yeah! Chair key, chair key!"

During this Christmas break, one of the fun family adventures we took was going to a new fobby friend's house. So my mom got directions from her, but the result was somewhat disastrous because of the Chinese head to English to Chinese head translation. She wrote down the directions as:

Hartaritiare Grove Left turn
--> stay on the road go & winding -- until you see to Highlander (Left) Timber (sub-division)->
--> Left turn on Timber Top Trail --> 17810 Timber View Court

I was driving with Melodie looking for "Hartaritiare," and we passed "Hargrave." I turn and say to her, "Man, I hope this isn't another 'Chair Key' incident and the street's real name is 'Hargrave'."
A second later, Joy calls us from the other car and says, "It's not Hartaritiare; it's Hargrave."

So we turn around again, turn onto Hargrave, and then proceeded to turn into about a thousand different streets looking for names that don't actually exist.
We finally made it, but almost no street name was correct.

:: Alexa 8:55 PM [+] ::

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i always thought i was a perceptive child, and i'm pretty sure this daily journal entry from my 3rd grade class proves it:

"Peanut Butter
Peanut butter is something that some people like to make sandwhiches out of. Sometimes if you put too much it will taste sticky and dry. That's why I don't have peanut butter and jelly sandwhiches for lunch because sometimes all you get to drink is a box drink. But it's very, very good still. I like it alot if I have alot to drink. Almost everybody likes peanut butter. Peanut butter easily sticks to anything."

I have since learned how to spell "sandwiches" and have learned that "alot" is actually two separate words, but as far as insight goes, I pretty much peaked in 3rd grade.

:: Alexa 7:47 PM [+] ::

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