We got to sleep in, and after the night that we had it was quite nice.
All we had to do on that Thursday was go to the quartet briefing, which told us where to go and how we got onstage. Normally, you walk on sing the beginning and end of your songs and walk off. But, they didn't have the microphones set up so we weren't sure if we should sing or not. We almost did, but then decided it was dumb because the sound would be different the next night anyway. We were 5th out of 17 or so, and as more people went up, more people were "testing" the sound. Really what was happening was a sing off between some of of the quartets. One would do the opening of there uptune, which would probably be loud, and then another would come up and sing even louder and have a "what are you going to do about that" attitude as they walked off. I'm glad we didn't sing. It was quite silly.
We also went to go see Metro Nashville Show Chorus practice. (There's a chorus competition at IES the day after the quartet competition.) They sounded amazing.
After that we sang for a group of ladies that were from an Oklahoma chorus. The one who was talking to us the most, we think she was the director of this chorus, is an international judge and she told us we were really good. That boosted us up a little.
Then we headed over to Mabee Dining Hall (obvious jokes were told), and we ate and sang some. It is what is done before you compete. You intimidate all the little girls and their families.
After that we practiced some more and I'm pretty sure we went to bed rather early, like around 11:30. I know. Shocker.
End day 2: San Antonio
Thursday, July 27, 2006
Saturday, July 22, 2006
Dee swears she saw a dead guy.
San Antonio. What a fantastic town. Let me tell you our story...
Our plane ride(s) were great. Nothing abnormal.
11:30pm
We got to the airport baggage claim and we called our director, Sher, because she was supposed to pick us up from the airport but she was having issues getting into her hotel room because they gave it away. So, we found a yellow pages and found our hotel's number. I called them and the long of the short of it is is they didn't have our reservation. Not good. But, she told me a few more numbers of other of the same Rodeway Inns. So, Meagan called one. No luck. So, Sherida called one. No luck. So, Deidra called one. No luck. So, Sherida called one that the one that Deidra called gave us the number to. Finally, we still had our reservation.
Our next step was to find a cab to get to our hotel. San Antonio is a lovely place in the daytime. Unfortunately, we arrived at 11:30pm and got our cab around 12:00 (after the whole hotel fiasco). The cab driver didn't speak much English, and I asked him if he knew where the Rodeway Inn Sam Houston was and I thought I heard him say yes.
"Luggage!"
So we all handed him our luggage and then we all got in the van.
"Address!"
"Rodeway Inn, Sam Houston", I replied. Apparently, he didn't hear me the first time.
"Eh, address?"
So, Sherida called the hotel again and of course no one answered. Mind you, we're in the cab driving around the airport and he begins to veer onto Some Rd. Sherida continued to try to reconnect with the hotel but there was still no answer.
"Address!!"
"We're calling the hotel right now. Hang on.", I replied back.
Finally, Sherida got through to them and we gave him the address, which I will remember for the rest of my life. Yay. We were finally on our way to our hotel.
12:20am
As we drove down Austin Hwy, we saw a bunch of cop cars and road flares outlining an area and cops redirecting the little traffic that was on the road. I didn't want to take a close look because it looked sketchy and I was scared I would see something that I didn't want to see. Dee looked and she swears she saw something covered with a blanket on the curb, exactly what I didn't want to see. The cab driver turned where the police man directed him and then began to scratch his head.
"Eh, I dunno."
We drove through a Wendy's.
"Eh, I dunno."
We sat in a Wal-Mart parking lot for a few minutes.
"Eh, eh...", as he scratched his head and threw his hand in the air.
Then we drove to a sketchy looking Lowes and sat in that parking lot for a few minutes. Meanwhile, Dee, Sherida and I were trying not to burst out laughing, while Meagan thought we were all going to die. Don't ask why we thought it was funny. It just was, and we were tired. He finally figured out were he should go and he went, fast. We got back to Austin Hwy and we finally saw our hotel, two blocks down from where the crime scene was.
12:40am
We pull into the hotel and I hand him a credit card. If you ever have to take a taxi, pay in cash. This was perhaps the slowest credit card machine in the history of credit card machines. Meanwhile, we were locked inside the taxi, silent, scared, and a little tickled about the whole situation. Finally the card went through, I didn't leave a tip, and we got our luggage and we ran away from him as quickly as we could without looking like we were running away from him as quickly as we could.
12:47am
The hotel had a night window. This did not make our night any more pleasant. We got our key and ran got in our room. Without turning on any lights, Dee started locking the door. It had three locks; a deadbolt, a chainlock and one of those latchy hotel locks. And, Meagan started dragging a chair over to the door, but we didn't keep it there because it wasn't tall enough. We couldn't have been happier to be in the room. The inside was very nice compared to the outside, though it did remind me of the sketchy hotel room that Mulder and Scully stayed in on The X-Files. We went to bed pretty early that night. I think it was around 1:30am. And, Dee had a dream about a guy coming in our room. But not a mean one. Or dead one.
Our plane ride(s) were great. Nothing abnormal.
11:30pm
We got to the airport baggage claim and we called our director, Sher, because she was supposed to pick us up from the airport but she was having issues getting into her hotel room because they gave it away. So, we found a yellow pages and found our hotel's number. I called them and the long of the short of it is is they didn't have our reservation. Not good. But, she told me a few more numbers of other of the same Rodeway Inns. So, Meagan called one. No luck. So, Sherida called one. No luck. So, Deidra called one. No luck. So, Sherida called one that the one that Deidra called gave us the number to. Finally, we still had our reservation.
Our next step was to find a cab to get to our hotel. San Antonio is a lovely place in the daytime. Unfortunately, we arrived at 11:30pm and got our cab around 12:00 (after the whole hotel fiasco). The cab driver didn't speak much English, and I asked him if he knew where the Rodeway Inn Sam Houston was and I thought I heard him say yes.
"Luggage!"
So we all handed him our luggage and then we all got in the van.
"Address!"
"Rodeway Inn, Sam Houston", I replied. Apparently, he didn't hear me the first time.
"Eh, address?"
So, Sherida called the hotel again and of course no one answered. Mind you, we're in the cab driving around the airport and he begins to veer onto Some Rd. Sherida continued to try to reconnect with the hotel but there was still no answer.
"Address!!"
"We're calling the hotel right now. Hang on.", I replied back.
Finally, Sherida got through to them and we gave him the address, which I will remember for the rest of my life. Yay. We were finally on our way to our hotel.
12:20am
As we drove down Austin Hwy, we saw a bunch of cop cars and road flares outlining an area and cops redirecting the little traffic that was on the road. I didn't want to take a close look because it looked sketchy and I was scared I would see something that I didn't want to see. Dee looked and she swears she saw something covered with a blanket on the curb, exactly what I didn't want to see. The cab driver turned where the police man directed him and then began to scratch his head.
"Eh, I dunno."
We drove through a Wendy's.
"Eh, I dunno."
We sat in a Wal-Mart parking lot for a few minutes.
"Eh, eh...", as he scratched his head and threw his hand in the air.
Then we drove to a sketchy looking Lowes and sat in that parking lot for a few minutes. Meanwhile, Dee, Sherida and I were trying not to burst out laughing, while Meagan thought we were all going to die. Don't ask why we thought it was funny. It just was, and we were tired. He finally figured out were he should go and he went, fast. We got back to Austin Hwy and we finally saw our hotel, two blocks down from where the crime scene was.
12:40am
We pull into the hotel and I hand him a credit card. If you ever have to take a taxi, pay in cash. This was perhaps the slowest credit card machine in the history of credit card machines. Meanwhile, we were locked inside the taxi, silent, scared, and a little tickled about the whole situation. Finally the card went through, I didn't leave a tip, and we got our luggage and we ran away from him as quickly as we could without looking like we were running away from him as quickly as we could.
12:47am
The hotel had a night window. This did not make our night any more pleasant. We got our key and ran got in our room. Without turning on any lights, Dee started locking the door. It had three locks; a deadbolt, a chainlock and one of those latchy hotel locks. And, Meagan started dragging a chair over to the door, but we didn't keep it there because it wasn't tall enough. We couldn't have been happier to be in the room. The inside was very nice compared to the outside, though it did remind me of the sketchy hotel room that Mulder and Scully stayed in on The X-Files. We went to bed pretty early that night. I think it was around 1:30am. And, Dee had a dream about a guy coming in our room. But not a mean one. Or dead one.
Wednesday, July 12, 2006
San Antonio
In 24 hours, Lord willing, I will be in the place named above.
Why, you ask? Well, I might tell you and I might not...
...ok I'll tell.
My quartet, Last Minute, will be competing on Friday at 7:55pm in the International Young Women in Harmony barbershop quartet contest. We're quite excited, and I believe it will be loads of fun.
Yay!
Why, you ask? Well, I might tell you and I might not...
...ok I'll tell.
My quartet, Last Minute, will be competing on Friday at 7:55pm in the International Young Women in Harmony barbershop quartet contest. We're quite excited, and I believe it will be loads of fun.
Yay!
Tuesday, July 04, 2006
By node id sdod ub...
which apparently affects my typing as well. This cold needs to go away pronto! I have to compete in an international competition in a week and a half. This competition requires me to sing.
Oh, happy 4th.
Oh, happy 4th.
Wednesday, June 28, 2006
Tuna Fish and Tomatoes
I never liked tuna fish. I never liked tomatoes on my sandwiches. But yesterday, yesterday, I had a tuna fish and tomato sandwich...
...and it was good!
"What made you try this delicious treat?", you may ask.
Well, it was free.
People who know me fairly well may be in a state of shock about this, but may I tell you not to fret or become highly anxious or run around screaming, "What is happening in this crazy world of ours?".
I'm fine, and I knew exactly what I was doing...
...and it was good!
Let me just say, it is not something that I now must eat everyday, but I think that the every-now-and-again-tuna-fish-with-tomatoes-sandwich will be a delectable treat for me. I don't want to go tuna-fish-and-tomato-crazy, you know, because when I eat it I always want to be able to think...
...and it was good.
...and it was good!
"What made you try this delicious treat?", you may ask.
Well, it was free.
People who know me fairly well may be in a state of shock about this, but may I tell you not to fret or become highly anxious or run around screaming, "What is happening in this crazy world of ours?".
I'm fine, and I knew exactly what I was doing...
...and it was good!
Let me just say, it is not something that I now must eat everyday, but I think that the every-now-and-again-tuna-fish-with-tomatoes-sandwich will be a delectable treat for me. I don't want to go tuna-fish-and-tomato-crazy, you know, because when I eat it I always want to be able to think...
...and it was good.
Saturday, June 24, 2006
Thankfulness
I like to think that I'm a good driver. I'm usually very aware of what's going on around me and I tend to imagine scenarios that could possibly happen, and then proceed to figure how to get out of the situation that I just made up in my head. Whenever I see vehicles with things hanging off of them, or trucks carrying flamable liquids, or trucks carrying milk (because they look like gas tankers), I tend to get out of the way. You don't want to be in the way if one of those things was to tip over. (There's a new mental picture of cow-tipping.) I guess my imagination gets away with me sometimes, but I always want to be ready for anything that could happen.
Today, I saw a truck carrying something that would be worse than gas or milk or random objects if it were to tip over on the interstate; even worse, if this particular truck tipped over on me.
I've never been a fan of Port-a-Pottys. They're stinky and unsanitary, and who know's whos been in those things and how long they've been sitting out in the sun for hours on end, festering. I think I'd be even less of a fan if one tipped over on me while driving down the interstate. My mind then began to imagine this happening. I quickly became very grossed out thinking about it (probably about how you're feeling right now). As I passed the Port-a-Truck, I remember being very thankful that it didn't tip on or even near me. And, then I remembered thinking how weird it was that I was thinking about that.
Nevertheless, I think it's good to express what you're thankful for, and I'm thankful I didn't end up in a Port-a-Potty on the interstate.
Today, I saw a truck carrying something that would be worse than gas or milk or random objects if it were to tip over on the interstate; even worse, if this particular truck tipped over on me.
I've never been a fan of Port-a-Pottys. They're stinky and unsanitary, and who know's whos been in those things and how long they've been sitting out in the sun for hours on end, festering. I think I'd be even less of a fan if one tipped over on me while driving down the interstate. My mind then began to imagine this happening. I quickly became very grossed out thinking about it (probably about how you're feeling right now). As I passed the Port-a-Truck, I remember being very thankful that it didn't tip on or even near me. And, then I remembered thinking how weird it was that I was thinking about that.
Nevertheless, I think it's good to express what you're thankful for, and I'm thankful I didn't end up in a Port-a-Potty on the interstate.
Tuesday, June 13, 2006
Saturday, June 03, 2006
June 3, 1983, 2:22pm
Well, it's my birthday again. That's about it. Haha.
It doesn't feel like my birthday, and this is mainly because I really had a rockin' graduation party not even a month ago. Dee demanded that I have a party, so tonight after singing at church we're going to have a tiny shindig at the house. I don't need anything big.
I finally got that laptop that I was wanting except mine in newer and cheaper and cooler than the one that I blogged about. This one the the macbook. And.....it's incredible. You should get one.
Anyway, there ya go. It's my birthday.
It doesn't feel like my birthday, and this is mainly because I really had a rockin' graduation party not even a month ago. Dee demanded that I have a party, so tonight after singing at church we're going to have a tiny shindig at the house. I don't need anything big.
I finally got that laptop that I was wanting except mine in newer and cheaper and cooler than the one that I blogged about. This one the the macbook. And.....it's incredible. You should get one.
Anyway, there ya go. It's my birthday.
Thursday, June 01, 2006
I'm over it.
I've had an interesting couple of weeks, and I've been a bit frustrated (I'm sure you noticed from an earlier post). I think that graduation (and other circumstances) have had more of an impact on me than I thought it would. I'm better now.
While I'm waiting on a job at Chromatics, which is a photography printing studio, I'm a Quizno's employee. The past three weeks have been interesting.
I'm not a confrontational person. I've never liked confrontation, but for some reason with this job I don't really have a problem speaking my mind. Now, I don't go around complaining all the time, but if my manager or the bossman asks me something that's been going on around the store, I'll let him know what's been happening and how I feel about it. Last Friday, was a very stressful day for me. I think I just woke up in a bad mood because when I got to work I immediately wanted to leave. I think that if anyone said anything remotely upsetting to me I would have gone off on them. Come to think of if, I think I even had some scenarios planned out. And, let me tell you what, you would not have wanted to be the in path of my quick tounge. I'm just glad I got to spare everyone from a severe tounge-lashing by me. It would have been harsh. (I think we all know that I wouldn't have done this, but at the time, thinking about it made me feel better.) Anyway, I told Dave, who hired me, all about last Friday and apparently it affected me more that I thought it did becuase I started to get teary, and if you know me well at all you know that I don't cry in front of people. Anyway, I got it all out and told Dave that I'm not interested in being a manager, especially for the owner who made me so angry last week. The story is actually quite funny now, but at the time I was quite annoyed.
The owner is an eccentric man, a loud, eccentric man. He comes in the store to "help" out which ends up him walking around yelling things over the music and annoying the customers who are just trying to eat in the 39 minute time frame that they have for their lunch break. On Friday, while he was walking around talking to himself and customers, he asked someone if they were looking forward to the Memorial Day weekend. The rest of the conversation went as follows:
"Looking forward to your Memorial Day weekend?", Jim said in an extremely loud voice.
"Sure.", the customer mummbled scared to say anything to make Jim continue talking to him.
"You know what Memorial Day is about don't you? The Civil War! My great-grandfather was killed by a pumpkin ball to the head in the Civil War!", his voice raised above the music as the customers were trying to order.
The customer left without saying anything as Jim continued to talk about pumpkin balls as he paced back and forth behind us. Meanwhile, Chris was trying to figure out what a man was trying to order in front of him. Mind you, the man was missing his front teeth, but it was still hard to hear over the loud music and our eccentric owner yelling PUMPKIN BALLS!
"I'll have them white bottles right there." said the man.
"What?", asked Chris
"PUMPKIN BALLS, I TELL YOU, PUMPKIN BALLS!"
"I'll have the white bottles..."
"I'm sorry I can't hear....WOULD YOU PLEASE BE QUIET!?!? I CAN'T EVEN HEAR THE CUSTOMER ORDER!",
Chris had snapped. It was fantastic. We finally figured out that he wanted, black olives, but he called them white bottles. Which according to him, they were one in the same.
Anyway, this job has motivated me to get my resume together so that I can get out of there as soon as possible. It's not as terrible as I make it out to be, but it's not really what I want to be doing. Making sandwiches is not my forte. No, let me rephase that...I don't want sandwich-making to be my forte. I'm not sure if I've found my forte yet, but I can check this one off the list. That's it about the new job.
As for the other frustrations, I'm fine for now. I won't go into detail, there's no need.
'THE PUMPKIN BALLS!! THE PUMPKIN BALLS!!'
While I'm waiting on a job at Chromatics, which is a photography printing studio, I'm a Quizno's employee. The past three weeks have been interesting.
I'm not a confrontational person. I've never liked confrontation, but for some reason with this job I don't really have a problem speaking my mind. Now, I don't go around complaining all the time, but if my manager or the bossman asks me something that's been going on around the store, I'll let him know what's been happening and how I feel about it. Last Friday, was a very stressful day for me. I think I just woke up in a bad mood because when I got to work I immediately wanted to leave. I think that if anyone said anything remotely upsetting to me I would have gone off on them. Come to think of if, I think I even had some scenarios planned out. And, let me tell you what, you would not have wanted to be the in path of my quick tounge. I'm just glad I got to spare everyone from a severe tounge-lashing by me. It would have been harsh. (I think we all know that I wouldn't have done this, but at the time, thinking about it made me feel better.) Anyway, I told Dave, who hired me, all about last Friday and apparently it affected me more that I thought it did becuase I started to get teary, and if you know me well at all you know that I don't cry in front of people. Anyway, I got it all out and told Dave that I'm not interested in being a manager, especially for the owner who made me so angry last week. The story is actually quite funny now, but at the time I was quite annoyed.
The owner is an eccentric man, a loud, eccentric man. He comes in the store to "help" out which ends up him walking around yelling things over the music and annoying the customers who are just trying to eat in the 39 minute time frame that they have for their lunch break. On Friday, while he was walking around talking to himself and customers, he asked someone if they were looking forward to the Memorial Day weekend. The rest of the conversation went as follows:
"Looking forward to your Memorial Day weekend?", Jim said in an extremely loud voice.
"Sure.", the customer mummbled scared to say anything to make Jim continue talking to him.
"You know what Memorial Day is about don't you? The Civil War! My great-grandfather was killed by a pumpkin ball to the head in the Civil War!", his voice raised above the music as the customers were trying to order.
The customer left without saying anything as Jim continued to talk about pumpkin balls as he paced back and forth behind us. Meanwhile, Chris was trying to figure out what a man was trying to order in front of him. Mind you, the man was missing his front teeth, but it was still hard to hear over the loud music and our eccentric owner yelling PUMPKIN BALLS!
"I'll have them white bottles right there." said the man.
"What?", asked Chris
"PUMPKIN BALLS, I TELL YOU, PUMPKIN BALLS!"
"I'll have the white bottles..."
"I'm sorry I can't hear....WOULD YOU PLEASE BE QUIET!?!? I CAN'T EVEN HEAR THE CUSTOMER ORDER!",
Chris had snapped. It was fantastic. We finally figured out that he wanted, black olives, but he called them white bottles. Which according to him, they were one in the same.
Anyway, this job has motivated me to get my resume together so that I can get out of there as soon as possible. It's not as terrible as I make it out to be, but it's not really what I want to be doing. Making sandwiches is not my forte. No, let me rephase that...I don't want sandwich-making to be my forte. I'm not sure if I've found my forte yet, but I can check this one off the list. That's it about the new job.
As for the other frustrations, I'm fine for now. I won't go into detail, there's no need.
'THE PUMPKIN BALLS!! THE PUMPKIN BALLS!!'
Monday, May 29, 2006
Wednesday, May 24, 2006
Everybody's gotta have purple hair...
I saw this girl on tv today who had purple hair and it looked awesome. Now, I want it. I'll think about it....and then probably do it.
Tuesday, May 16, 2006
My face is 6 feet tall...
...on the corner of Hobbs and Hillboro. Apparently, it's a marketing ploy. I think anything that has my face 6 feet tall and 40 feet off the ground is a fantastic marketing ploy, and I approve.*
*This message has been approved by the TuneTown Show Chorus.
*This message has been approved by the TuneTown Show Chorus.
Monday, May 15, 2006
Words cannot express....
....how much I hate shopping for khaki pants.
I don't know what it is about them, but they never look right and I hate them. There. I had a fit. I'm over it. But, I still hate shopping for khaki pants.
The end.
I don't know what it is about them, but they never look right and I hate them. There. I had a fit. I'm over it. But, I still hate shopping for khaki pants.
The end.
Tuesday, May 09, 2006
I like it.
It's going to hit me in August that I'm not in college anymore. Right now, my life is still as it has been for the past few years. School lets out, I get a job. Except this time, I have to find a full time job. So, I went out looking today. I need to get a resume together and that sounds boring. Haha. I'm also getting a laptop soon and I'm thinking of getting this bad boy. The 15-inch Macbook Pro. I like it. I think it will be excellent for me and the photography stuffs that I do. It will be awesome when I can put it on my lap.
Sunday, May 07, 2006
Monday, April 24, 2006
Statistics
1 paper to write DONE!
1 project left to finish DONE!
1 day of class DONE!
1 class left DONE!
2 games of frisbee golf
1 jumps for joy in anticipation DONE!
1 project to turn in DONE!
1 desk hour <---- this one is dumb DONE!
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TODAY is GRADUATION! DONE!
*abstract math was used to come to this solution
1 project left to finish DONE!
1 day of class DONE!
1 class left DONE!
2 games of frisbee golf
1 jumps for joy in anticipation DONE!
1 project to turn in DONE!
1 desk hour <---- this one is dumb DONE!
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TODAY is GRADUATION! DONE!
*abstract math was used to come to this solution
Thursday, April 20, 2006
My contribution to my book
Thanks to all who helped me out with my book. Those were some pretty fantastic poems. I thought I'd share the ones that I put in there as well.
Leonard's Spaceship
Leonard found a spaceship
It was out in his backyard
He tried to tell his mom and dad
And caught them quite offguard
"I promise you its out there!
I rode it to the moon.
A robot out there greeted me
As Captain Blabberboon
He showed me all the things up there
Like craters and moondust
It wasn't what I thought it'd be
Green men, I thought, a must
Bored with the moon we rode back home
My robot friend and me
I'd like for you to meet him
'Cause he's out beside the tree."
His parents looked in disbelief,
But saw something outside.
The robot waved and greeted them
His parents ran to hide.
"Don't be scared, he isn't mean
His face just looks that way.
He cared for me while on the moon,
and got me back okay."
"We're sorry that we doubted you."
His father said to him
"We didn't think you told the truth
But we were wrong again."
"Ah ha!", he cried, "You doubted me,
I did not tell a lie."
This goes to show a robot
Is a worthy alibi.
Cars, A haiku
Little boys like cars
Driving everyplace they can
Up their mother's leg
Tractors, A haiku
Tractors are my firiend
They dig and pour all day
Someday I'll drive one
Girls Are Weird
Why do girls like dressing up?
Why do girls like saying 'yup'?
Girls are weird.
Why do girls stay up all night
talking 'bout the boys they like?
Girls are weird.
Why don't girls like playing war
or playing with an apple core?
Girls are weird.
Why do girls like kissing boys?
I would rather play with toys.
Girls are weird!
Vegatables
As you can see
I hate broccolli
Greenbeans make me sick.
Carrots are gross
Turnips can't boast
Celery makes me go "ick!"
Mom makes me eat
Her "vegatable treat"
I'd rather go chew on a stick.
What can I do
When Mom makes me chew?
Tell her I'm as full as a tick.
Well, there they are.
Leonard's Spaceship is my favorite.
Leonard's Spaceship
Leonard found a spaceship
It was out in his backyard
He tried to tell his mom and dad
And caught them quite offguard
"I promise you its out there!
I rode it to the moon.
A robot out there greeted me
As Captain Blabberboon
He showed me all the things up there
Like craters and moondust
It wasn't what I thought it'd be
Green men, I thought, a must
Bored with the moon we rode back home
My robot friend and me
I'd like for you to meet him
'Cause he's out beside the tree."
His parents looked in disbelief,
But saw something outside.
The robot waved and greeted them
His parents ran to hide.
"Don't be scared, he isn't mean
His face just looks that way.
He cared for me while on the moon,
and got me back okay."
"We're sorry that we doubted you."
His father said to him
"We didn't think you told the truth
But we were wrong again."
"Ah ha!", he cried, "You doubted me,
I did not tell a lie."
This goes to show a robot
Is a worthy alibi.
Cars, A haiku
Little boys like cars
Driving everyplace they can
Up their mother's leg
Tractors, A haiku
Tractors are my firiend
They dig and pour all day
Someday I'll drive one
Girls Are Weird
Why do girls like dressing up?
Why do girls like saying 'yup'?
Girls are weird.
Why do girls stay up all night
talking 'bout the boys they like?
Girls are weird.
Why don't girls like playing war
or playing with an apple core?
Girls are weird.
Why do girls like kissing boys?
I would rather play with toys.
Girls are weird!
Vegatables
As you can see
I hate broccolli
Greenbeans make me sick.
Carrots are gross
Turnips can't boast
Celery makes me go "ick!"
Mom makes me eat
Her "vegatable treat"
I'd rather go chew on a stick.
What can I do
When Mom makes me chew?
Tell her I'm as full as a tick.
Well, there they are.
Leonard's Spaceship is my favorite.
Tuesday, April 18, 2006
Can I Graduate.....NOW?
I don't think it's a good sign when you look at you're clock and think, "Oh good, it's only 3:35am. I thought it was 4:35am. I have still have 5 more hours to work."
2 more weeks of classes...
3 more weeks 'til graduation...
2 more weeks of classes...
3 more weeks 'til graduation...
Friday, April 14, 2006
You Could Be Famous!
Hey folks I need your help. I'm making a book and putting poems in it about little boys doing little boy things like finding spaceships or dinosaurs, or about cowboys or their dogs. If you would like to help me out just comment your poem in the comment place. Haha. Really, I need them as soon as possible. The book is due Tuesday. I'm keeping true to form and waiting until the last second to do things. When I'm finished with the book I'll post pictures and poems and such from it. Who knows maybe I'll publish it and become famous. It could happen.
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