Over the Moon

The only thing to do is jump over the moon.

I started off with that quote from RENT. So, come on, fellow bloggers, let's jump over the moon!

Who's stopping us?

The moon is there for the jumping! It's just waiting for those of us with the courage to try.

Will you join me? The full moon is high and round, beckoning to us!

Today's the day!

The only thing to do is jump over the moon!

Ode to Girls With Knee-Length Skirts

Lilith, this is for you. It's a blurb I wrote this summer, and posted on another site. Unfortunately, the person who started the challenge (write a short whatever using different key-words. I'd chosen "plaid" and ran with the idea) didn't think it had anything to do with plaid...
Ode to girls with knee-length skirts! We need not show our thighs for attention!
We answer the questions in World History, without having to flirt with the teacher!
Ode to girls with knee-length skirts! We need not show our thighs for attention!
We show off our new vocabulary, (lachrymose, anyone??) not our infected bellybutton piercings!
Ode to girls with knee-length skirts! We need not show our thighs for attention!
We may not win “Best In Show”, but we always get “Honorable Mention”!
Ode to girls with knee-length skirts! We need no show our thighs for attention!
We don’t worry about the stares we get after explaining a literary term!
Ode to girls with knee-length skirts! Our thighs aren’t what attacts attention!

Of Pinkies and Monty Python

Always look on the bright side of life, right?

I hurt my pinky this past Thursday.

I know what you're thinking: "Again with the hospital?" or "Just your pinky?" or "Oh, puh-leeze, I'm just reading this for Monty Python!"

That isn't what you're thinking? Oh, well, I never claimed to be a mind-reader!

While getting out of the car on Thursday, I hit (yes, hit) my pinky and index finger on the door.

Because, of course, I never suffer from normal ailments.

Anyhow, I had to go to the hospital. I did it while singing "Always Look On The Bright Side" from Python's musical Spamalot.

Run With It

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I was upset.

No, more than upset.

Infuriated.

It was his fault that he didn't mark down my solo and then gave it to some annoying twerp.

I shouldn't have to suffer for it.

I can't believe he's making me do a freaking duet with her.

That's the reason I wasn't singing loudly.

That was the reason I was almost in tears, and the reason I mouthed the words.

I had to control my tears.

Actor had been watching me all rehearsal. I'd seen him from the corner of my eye.

I guess that's the main reason I tried not to make it a big deal; at least not on the outside.

We were somewhat gathered around the piano.

My music was right on top of it, so I didn't have to make any eye contact with anyone.

He approached me slowly, so that when he was looking at my sheet music, I almost bumped into him.

Actor stood on my right side, so we could both see the music with ease. While people did their solos, he made faces at me to make me laugh.

I succumbed to my laughter quietly.

I don't know if he knew it, although he probably did, but he made me feel okay, again

Rehearsal

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Community Pie

Do you ever have a moment where everything is perfect, even if it's ever so brief? I had one today.

We decided to the beach, but first, we stopped at D.O.'s, to get a peach pie. Upon arriving at said beach, we came to the realization that we had neither a knife, nor any other utensil.

After much deliberation, we decided to have "Community Pie". In other words, you just use your hands to grab whatever you can get.

At first, my mum poo-pooed us. Then, she took a small piece, but only with a papertowel.

I felt five again.

Of Kittens and Concerts

Friday, we got a kitten. His name is Reeves. He was named for Keanu Reeves. Reeves is a sweetheart (he kissed me this morning). The day after we got him, Saturday, was Live Earth. Live Earth was a series of concerts to raise awareness for global warming.

I sent out an e-mail to some of my friends about this, and yesterday, I received an email back from one of them. The email she sent me back was long, detailed, and basically said that she denied the effects of greenhouse gases.

She told me "Just because something is popular, doesn't mean it's true." What?!? How can you deny this?!? To make matters worse, she said that global warming is good for us!

How in sam hill can she actually believe that crap? Has she gone outside lately? Has she breathed the air? Has she seen the melting polar ice caps?

People think that "going green" is just a liberal thing. No, it's not. It's a "humans-that-want-to-continue-living-on-this-earth" thing. Maybe the reason she denies this is because it doesn't fit into her "Christian bubble".

I am a Christian, and I believe that God gave us this earth, so instead of abusing it, we should take care of it...

Blender

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Of Poor Boys and Pilgrims

Last night, I watched the ceremony honouring Paul Simon. For those who didn't know, his songs have been added to the Library of Congress. So, I decided to use this line as the title.

Yesterday, my dad told us about a once-in-a-lifetime event at Work that day. My dad's boss started making fun of him, talking about how he barely works out. Dad replied, "Sure, I work out. But mostly my legs, because I have a shoulder problem."
"Fine. Let's arm wrestle." his boss countered. The two of them walked to the conference room, and the challenge commenced. "Kinda hard, right?" his boss asked.
"Nope." my dad smiled as he pushed his arm down.

Boy, did that make my day.

Godspell

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Reasons... For Everything

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Meet You At The Swingset

Sometimes, when I have to make a tough decision, I go find a swingset.
It takes me back to the simpler times of my youth, when all I had to worry about was not being “it” in the game of Tag.
It reminds, that if I swing hard enough, and long enough, I can make it over the top, and touch the moon.
It says, “It doesn’t matter if the sun goes down. When you’re swinging, you’ll be the first to see it rise again.”
Meet you at the swingset...

I Went. Are You Proud?

I went. Finally. And I regreted each step closer to him.

As I approached, my heart started to beat louder, despite my commands for it to quiet itself.

He hadn't changed... well, maybe his voice did.

Now, I sit here wondering if it was the right thing. Should I have allowed him to once again wander in my dreams?

The Three-Some

We are a three-some. Among other things, we have 5 distinctive qualities. 1.) We are all very creative. Example? Yesterday, we stood out on the front lawn stapling angel’s wings to a piece of plywood. It was an art project. 2.) If we can help it, we don’t wear shoes. If we must, we prefer flip-flops, or crocs. Even in the dead of winter. 3.) We all eat a lot of cake, but seem to stay very thin. 4.) Our hair has a mind of its own. Years ago, we gave up trying to control it, so we let it go wherever it pleases. And, 5.) We are siblings.

I realized that we have more definitive qualities, that are equally important for you to understand what makes us a three-some.1.) We love the ocean. Seriously, we could spend all day at the beach, and not get tired of the waves. 2.) We do exceptionally well at school. For instance, at Academic Awards Night, I got six certificates, one of them for a subject that I suck at.3.) We are constant being complimented on our smiles.4.) We dress…. unconventionally. That’s it. Enough said.

The Three-Some

A Story

I've started to write a story online about a volatile girl in college. I've had the story in my mind for a while, and finally I've found the appropriate place for it. I wish I could show you the pictures... http://ficlets.com/stories/3107 ,http://ficlets.com/stories/3109, http://ficlets.com/stories/3110 (the first and subsequent parts)

Carefree

I don't think I could ever be as carefree as my brother and sister when it comes to dancing.
I stood watching awkwardly today as they danced. It was funny, but you could see that they are both good dancers. It was awkward for me to watch, but more awkward for me to join in. I can't dance worth a hill of beans...

Correction

I, Popsicle Toes, have made a terrible mistake. One must always realize and confess one's faults. I stated that I thought my friend was mad at me, and he is not. It was foolish of me to think that a person as sweet as he is would do something like that. So, I say to him: BRICKI IF YOU'RE READING THIS, I WAS WRONG.
My French partner on the other hand is a different story. That kid creeps me out. He walks in everyday and glares at people. Then, he calls Madame Brennan "Mrs. Brendan!" in that irritating, whiny voice of his. If you try to help him with his French pronunciation, he keeps whining, "What? What?" until you want to bash you head in. The end.

Finally

Finally I can show you what I made in Blender.

I'm Not Catholic

I think my friend is mad at me. Well, not really mad, just annoyed.
On Friday, I told him I wasn't Catholic. He's a devout Eastern Orthodox Catholic, at least I think that is what it's called.
I said "I believe in God, but I'm not Catholic." Ever since then, he's been somewhat avoiding me. I could see if I were like a Devil-worshipper or something.
Should religion govern friendships?

Stupid Pizza-lickers

Since I don't curse, seriously, the most I say is "crap", I come up with absurd names to call people. "Pizza-lickers" is a word which here means "stupid, freaking people with no lives to speak of." I used to say "Cakesniffers", but decided not to steal Lemony Snicket's word. Instead of going on a cursing rampage, I exclaim in a voice loud enough for humanity: "Oh, fudge in the shape of a lemon Popsicle, covered in lightly toasted almonds, and a brief covering of powdered sugar!" Try it, it works wonders.

Why I am telling you this? Well, because people in school are pizza-lickers. They make fun of people, when they,apparently, haven't looked in a mirror, and thus shouldn't make fun of anyone.

Tired

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Smiling

Tonight, after going to the PAC awards, we went to "Bertucci's". I saw one of the ladies that directs traffic at my former school. She always tells me that I have a great smile and things like that, and when she saw me tonight, she brought the manager over to gaze upon my smile. I, who had just finished cramming pizza in my mouth, smiled, hoping that it wasn't filled with tomato sauce and whatever else they put in there.
Later she brought by a cannoli, tiramasu, and chocolate cake. I reached across the table and took the, correction, MY cannoli. I could get used to this.

Happy and Dappy

Happy Birthday, Ricky and Billy Joel! I love you both!

She can kill with a smile, she can wound with her eyes.And she can ruin your faith with her casual lies.And she only reveals what she wants you to see.She hides like a child, but she's always a woman to me.She can lead you to love, she can take you or leave you.She can ask for the truth but she'll never believe.And she'll take what you'll give her as long as it's free.Yeah, she steals like a thief, but she's always a woman to me.Oooh, she takes care of herself.She can wait if she wants, she's ahead of her time.Oooooh, and she never gives out, and she never gives in,she just changes her mind.And she'll promise you more than the Garden of Eden.And she'll carelesly cut you and laugh while you're bleeding.But she'll bring out the best and the worst you can be.Blame it all on yourself, cause she's always a woman to me.Hmmmmmm Mmmmmm Hmmmmm MmmmmmOooh, she takes care of herself.She can wait if she wants, she's ahead of her time.Oooooh, and she never gives out, and she never gives in,she just changes her mind.She is frequently kind and she's suddenly cruel.But she can do as she pleases, she's nobody's fool.And she can't be convicted, she's earned her degree.And the most she will do is throw shadows at you,but she's always a woman to me.Hmmmmmm Mmmmmm Hmmmmm Mmmmmm - BILLY JOEL "She's Always A Woman To Me". Tommorow is his 58th birthday.

Cats with Hats Eating Bats

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A Standing Ovation For Girls With Knee-Length Skirts

A pat on the back if you will, please. Contrary to what you guys thought, I did it. I congratulated Freeman. I said to Lilith before doing it, "Lilith, stop me before I do it. I'm going to tell Freeman 'Good job.'" Fortunately, she didn't stop me. I walked to his locker, and said, "Freeman, I should have done this Friday," I stopped as a triumphant smirk appeared on his face. "Well, I want to say, good form." He replied "Yeah, thanks, you too." And I walked away. I didn't pour over him "I can't believe this, and I'm soo sorry!" And crap like that, because I'm happy in my knee-length skirt.

A Mission Recalobrated

I have decided to be the bigger person. I've got it all planned out.
Following my 3-D animation session, I will seek Freeman out. No matter who is around him, I will walk up to him and say, "I should have done this Friday, but I was a bit sore." Then, I will extend my hand and say, "You were a rather...suitable opponent. This changes nothing." But, if he doesn't shake my hand, I will say, "Whether or not you decide to shake, I will still be me, and die knowing I did the right thing." And in a dignified manner, with my head at a proud tilt, I will gracefully waltz into homeroom...

A Mission Failed

My mission was plain, and simple: Destroy Freeman. Yet, somehow, I failed. I wouldn't have minded half-as-much if Thorton hadn't shot off his big, fat, acrimonious mouth. "How does it feel to be shut down?" he asked.
All day long, McHugh told me "Are you still here? You should go home before last period!" That decided it all. "Crush the bug." my heart pounded as I took the floor. "He is nothing but a parasite."
Somehow, I failed. "This was a tough decision. Maybe you should both advance to the next round. Perhaps I should wait for the verdict." M. Ryan said. "Come on! That's not fair! Make your decision!" cried the masses. "Fine. Freeman, you won. Popsicle Toes, you get a 94%. It was a good argument."
A good argument? I poured everything into making Freeman look like the egregious little boy that he is, while bringing a great defence.

Is that why I lost?

disection of the human mind

In Biology today, we disected a worm. How come we can disect animals, but not humans? Because animals are stupid? Because they were breed for science? What if we were "breed for science", would that make it right?

"Here's to us! Who's like us? *darn* few!" - Merrily We Roll Along

A snipet of something that I made in photoshop.

Monthly Book Review

It is time for my Monthly Book Review. I have read many books this month, but two in particular have captured my heart.

I am David by Anne Holm, is a brilliant story about a boy who escapes from a concetration camp. He travels to Denmark, after receiving a tip from a guard. He doesn't know why he is supposed to go there, or even what he'll find. He constantly worries that he will be caught, because he doesn't act like a regular child. And then, there's his eyes. Everyone he meets says that he has "knowing" eyes. It ends very nicely, although just a tad abrubtly.

Homecoming by Cynthia Voigt, tells about Dicey, age 13, and her 3 siblings (John, 10, Maybeth, 9, and Sammy, 6), as they travel to their aunt's house, after their mother's disappearence. Along the way, Dicey has to deal with not having enough money, finding a place to sleep, being inconspicious, and keeping her family together. After finding that their late aunt's house -now inhibited by a cousin learning to be a nun-leaves something to be desired, they make their way to their obscure grandmother's house. This story was suberb. It kept me on the edge of my seat, and it is the first series, since A Series Of Unfortunate Events by Lemony Snicket, that I wish to pursue.

Why My Brother's Junior Prom Date Will Attack Him

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From School

I write to you, dear readers, during Gym class. I, unfortunately, did not update yesterday, and this is my punishment.
I couldn't stop laughing in Scripture Class due to several "laughable" moments. I'm not a bad student, but sometimes I can't stop laughing.
I think it might actually be possible that I got an A for this first half of the year in both Biology and Algebra. This is very odd because they are my absolute worst subjects. Time to go, I'll write more later, on the subject: My Brother's Junior Prom Date Will Attack Him.

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Is it possible to keep your head in the clouds, yet stay atop of everything? How about give everything your all, but still keeping a little for yourself, in case things don't work out?

Of mice & men, cabbages, and kings

People always ask, "Popsicle Toes, what makes you happy?" Often I reply, "Red sweaters, hot chocolate, laughing freely, etc., etc." But of course, then there are books. J'adore les livres. (I adore books) They are a window to worlds unseen. Most recently, I read Homecoming by Cynthia Voight. That is the first time that I felt compelled to pursue a series of books other than Narnia or A Series Of Unfortunate Events. It kept me on the edge of my seat, and wanting more. Isn't that what a book should be about?

Disgusted

Today, we had a pep-rally, and as if that wasn't enough to add to my disgust, people were jeering at this girl, Mandie. I, personally, think that Mandie is mentally-challenged, because of the way that she acts and talks.
Apparently, she is in the Dance Squad, which was also apart of the pep-rally. She didn't know all of the steps, and the ones she did know were rather awkward. People began mockingly cheering for her and yelling her name, all the while saying, "Oh, what a loser!" and "Mandie is soo hot, yeah right!" And to make matters worse, she doesn't know they are laughing at her. I wish that people could see that it isn't funny at others' expense, especially someone who doesn't understand.
Now I know why inhumane comes from human.

Goodbye Love

I hate. Are you surprised that I, Popsicle Toes could ever hate? Don't be surprised, it makes you sound naive.
Yes, I admit that at times I hate ideas, but sometimes, a lot of times, I hate people. I know that it is wrong, and you should love everyone, but there are people who are so wicked and vile that I can't help it.
How can anyone argue that I shouldn't hate Adolf Hitler or Saddam Hussein? Sure they are human beings, but personally, I think that they were possessed by the Devil, and we should hate the Devil right? Sue me, I'm human.

Je ne sais pas

Well, if you followed me from my other blog, which I doubt you did, you'll know that I love french phrases. This particular phrase means, "I don't know." This is a phrase that I wish people would say more often, but instead, they ramble on about things that they know nothing about. Take for instance a situation at school (I'm not allowed to give the particulars). I know the kid that it concerns, I'm not fond of him, but I'm always humane and polite, my mother called his mum to see if everything was O.K., and to get the facts. Because I know him, my mum won't let me discuss it, but anyway, kids won't stop talking and gossipping about it. They don't even know half of what's going on, yet they keep talking....