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Ummm… May 25, 2008

Filed under: Life — airolyn @ 5:48 pm
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Hey everyone! So I know I haven’t posted in a while…again…but it’s not my fault! Kinda…See, I just have no inspiration recently that would be worthy of my blog, but I figured at least stating that little fact would help up my stats again because this is a post…no matter how small or insignificant…


I want people to love my blog!! And read it regularly. Is that too much to ask?!?! (rhetorical question!!)


Anyway.


I am currently at my grandparents’ house about to eat a delicious lunch of a Morning Star Farms soy chicken patty (yum!!!) and some baked beans. This is good for me because I am hungry, no, starving!! Phoebe is reading over my shoulder…hm. Oh well. Man I’m bored!!! I need something to write about that interests the general public because I would like for my blog to be recognized, for it is, indeed, a work of art and its writings are of the utmost genius. Kinda. (I hope you all reading this at least kind of understood that last sentence…)


While I am on the topic of grandparents and other related peoples I figure I might as well describe, in what detail I can currently think of, my family! Here we go…

I am the oldest of 7 kids. Seven. Kids. (Now is the time you should begin to feel ever so sorry for me…!) Those kids include my three younger sisters:

Phoebe: age 11. Loves horses, the color lavender, and lasagna. Enjoys playing her DS. (I have these exact details because she was dictating to me as I typed them…)

Hope: age 7. Also loves horses and dogs, her favorite color is pink (I think, but Phoebe says yellow), and loves ice-cream and enchiladas, together or separate. Enjoys bike riding.

Morgan: my 4-year-old step-sister. Loves talking and pizza. Gives very good hugs.


Also in my barrage of siblings are my three younger brothers:

Chris: age 12 (almost 13). Loves pizza, tormenting his siblings, and drawing. Enjoys shooting airsoft guns.

Luke: age 9. Loves pizza and the color blue. Enjoys airsoft guns and calling people ‘fat’, even when they are not.

Matthew: age not-even-one-yet. Loves kisses and people. Will be famous when older.


So there you have it – my family!!! Er, the younger portion of the immediate part of it, at least.


Sooo…still bored…I should go eat now…

Man, I feel sick and nauseous…eew…


*dies*


Pray for me!! (Or whatever you people do for people who feel poorly…)


TTFN, ta ta for now!!


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P.S. Have I mentioned how much the lack of comments on my lack of posts and the lack of views to my awesome blog depresses me?!?! UGH!

~Airolyn

 

Ricky Splat May 11, 2008

Filed under: Life — airolyn @ 12:14 am
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Who/Where: On the bus – Amanda in the back right and me in the back left on the half seat; Maggie was in front of Amanda and Lea was 2 seats in front of me.

When: Somewhere around 6:50 AM Thursday.

What: Ricky Splat

Why: Because.

How: By way of falling.

Quick back story that comes in later: Maggie decided that I am in desperate need of a boyfriend.


Keep in mind those sentences weren’t meant to be understood by all, I just had no better way to start my latest story.

Story:

We were on the bus waiting to pick up more kids when all of the sudden Amanda goes, “What the heck is that??!” This annoyed me greatly because I had just been drifting back to sleep but she rudely awoke me with her screeching. Thanks, Amanda. So anyway she’s sitting there repeating “what the heck is that” over and over until I finally opened my eyes and saw what looked like a leaf had fallen from the foam pad that is above the emergency exit door. Turns out it wasn’t a leaf, but a bug. Amanda hates bugs. With a passion. So after we both realized it was indeed a funny looking bug Amanda starts yelling, “Rebecca, SQUISH IT!” But I wouldn’t because it looked harmless, didn’t look like it could fly, and wasn’t bothering us, so I told her I would not squish the funny bug. Then she turned to Maggie who also would not squish the bug because she too was scared of it. Amanda then called up to Lea and asked her to squish the “creepy” bug. Lea, like myself, would not squish the bug just because it looked weird.

Amanda was very upset (and loud) by this point. Also by this point we had picked up the other kids and were on our way to school. So, on the way to school I got sick of Amanda freaking so I got the bug onto a piece of paper (without touching it of course – I wasn’t sure if it could bite) and attempted to put it out the window. While the bus was moving. Not the brightest idea ever, I’ll admit, but oh well, I wasn’t thinking.

The bug blew off the paper right into me. Wow, that was scary. I mean, an unknown, possibly bite-y bug just flew into me, and then I lost sight of it. Not the most calming experience ever, I think you all will agree! Not to mention my backpack was open…At that point I moved into the seat with Amanda where we proceeded to search for the funny bug, and, to our delight, we found him under my seat and not in my book bag, thank the Lord. After that I decided we had had enough torment from the unknown creature and I asked my friends if they had some container we could put it into so that we could take it to my possibly-crack-smoking science teacher, Mrs A. (I say crack-smoking because while I do love the lady she is so scatterbrained…) So eventually Amanda gave me a plastic bag she had and I coaxed the bug into it, once again without getting bitten.

By this point we were at school and we all agreed upon the name Ricky Splat for our funny bug friend.

I then went to class while Maggie took Ricky Splat to Mrs A.


Later that afternoon on the bus:

So, on the bus Maggie announced that Mrs A had thought that the bug was an assassin bug. Lovely and comforting name, hm? No. Not at all. I mean, I almost touched that thing! That would have been very bad because apparently assassin bugs bite very hard. Maggie also said that while Mrs A only thought that it was an assassin bug Maggie at least knew it bit because all 3 teachers that she saw on her way to Mrs A that saw the bug said, “Careful, that bites hard,” or something like that.


Next morning on the bus (and later in science class):

Amanda told me and Maggie the next morning that she had looked up assassin bugs and that none of them looked like Ricky and also that assassin bugs were native to South America, so Ricky probably wasn’t an assassin bug. This made me feel much better, and it made me braver because in science I actually took Ricky Splat out of the terrarium he was staying in and put him in a little dish with another one on top so he couldn’t escape. Ricky was actually kind of cute – for a bug that is. So then, because he looked unhappy, I took the lid off of the dish. Ricky climbed up the side of the jar and ran around the edge a little before stopping and staring at me. It was quite fascinating. Now, Amanda actually sits next to me in science so she was far from thrilled by this, but I made her deal. Then, just to freak her out (and to please Maggie in a joking sort of way) I said Ricky Splat was my new boyfriend. So there!!!

While we were in science Amanda and I figured we would try to figure out what Ricky was ourselves. We finally found out the he was a squash bug, which was quite amusing because we had named him Ricky Splat. I also had to do some vocab cards for English class – I had to write a sentence using the word and also draw a picture to help me remember what the word meant – and because I had been so fascinated by Ricky I decided to make all of my cards to do with squash bugs. I then began to draw Ricky. While I was drawing Ricky was still staring at me from the edge of the glass and all of the sudden he put his front 2 legs together and began to clap!! He liked my drawing! (That’s how I interpreted it at least.) It was so cute. Then it turns out he was just cleaning his antenna because he stopped clapping, lowered an antenna, and began to clap on it to clean it, but I still think he liked my drawing of him, too.

I love Ricky – he’s awesome.


So, there you have it. That is the true story of Ricky Splat the squash bug. He is still in our science classroom living in the terrarium but Amanda and I will release him on Tuesday when we go outside in science class so that he can go live with all of the other wild squash bugs that don’t live on buses!


P.S Squash bugs eat the juices of cultivated cucumbers, melons, squash, and other produce, so he could have never bit me!

P.P.S. Squash bugs are brownish and actually have wings and can fly, but we got lucky because Ricky loved us so much he didn’t fly away! He did, however, spread his wings at one point (probably to show off) and they were very pretty!

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Something Else I Liked From a School Assignment May 4, 2008

Filed under: School Assignments — airolyn @ 12:48 am
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(Keep in mind this assignment wasn’t supposed to be realistic and I had no other ideas at the time…the writing style was pretty different and spontaneous as well… )

Dream Career

My dream career is…AN MP3 PLAYER!!! Bow before my musical genius! See, it all started in this factory, you know? And I was just…well, spare parts…but then this one dude came up and put me together and I became me! I am a gorgeous blue, like, electric light blue. So sweet! See, in order to be an MP3 player you must first be made out of only quality metal, and you must have a sizzling hot color. You also have to have great memory or the people get mad when they can’t find a song because you forgot it and then they smash you (I’ve seen it happen in the factory – it’s murder I tell you, MURDERRRR!!)
I was one of the first MP3 players out, you know, and people were DYING to get their hands on me! I mean, not really, but…you know. Like, this one dude has his fat face pressed up on the glass where I was being held under lock and key in this one store, and he had been waiting all morning for me, cause, I mean, how could you not go mad with jealousy and envy when you set eyes on my gorgeousness?! But anyway, he was pressed up against the glass real hard and then this other dude came up with his daughter or niece or whatever and they cut the first dude in line for moi. It got ugly then…the first dude got all ticked and started cursing (I think, I mean, I couldn’t hear cause I was behind the glass, but I’m a pretty good lip reader for an inanimate object) and then the 2nd dude told him to shut up and the little girl looked at her dad or whoever like he had cursed or something; she must be pretty sheltered. But then the first dude slapped the second one. You should have seen the look on the little girls face then!!! She went up and kicked the 1st dude so hard…it makes my metal tingle to think about how much it must have hurt, and she was only like, 7, you know?! And I was all ‘wow, I hope I don’t go to any of these VIOLENT people!’ I was scaaarreeedd! Then the fat dude like…I don’t even know…it looked like he tried to BODY SLAM the girl and, let me tell you, that would HURT! Or it would have, if he had hit his target. He missed, though, and fell on his pudgy face. Hahahaha…But here’s the really funny part of my tale: The store manager finally pulled up and pushed by to unlock the door and as soon as it was open the 2 men and the little girl (who wasn’t so innocent looking after kicking the first dude) all started shoving each other to get into the store. Then it broke into a full out fight! ‘Twas very amusing. The fat dude ended up being half trampled by the little girl, so he had to go to the hospital for a sprained wrist so he probably got stuck with one of the hideous orange MP3s; funny, no? I mean, EEEWW! ORANGE?! Repulsive color on such a gorgeous thing as a portable music player. Anyway it turned out that the MANAGER bought me! I think it’s kind of cheating that he owned the store so he got me first but 1) it’s better then being owned by a semi-homicidal child of 7, and 2) at least he waited until the day I “came out” just like everyone else, although how he resisted my beautiful bright blue-ness is beyond me…
So anyway the manager, whose name is Kevin, wrapped me up in orange paper, of all things, and gave me to his daughter! She’s 14 and seems really great, not to mention her music taste is right on! Some of the songs she currently has downloaded on me are:

1) The Only Difference Between Martyrdom and Suicide is Press Coverage: Panic! At the Disco
2) How Far We’ve Come: Matchbox 20
3) Hands Held High: Linkin Park
4) In the End: Linkin Park
5) Hero/Heroine: Boys Like Girls
6) The Great Escape: Boys Like Girls
7) Skyway Avenue: We the Kings

See? Really great stuff, no? My favorite is the one by Panic! though. Has such a good beat!

*Sit tight I’m gonna need you to keep time
Come on just snap snap snap your fingers for me
Good good now we’re making some progress
Come on just tap tap tap your toes to the beat!*

YESSS! So addicting…I found myself twirling in the hands of the girl as she danced to the song. I think it’s her favorite, too. I mean, she listens to it AT LEAST 10 times a day. Look it up people! I haven’t forgotten a song yet, except for the ones she removed herself, so I’m very proud of me. She takes me EVERYWHERE. I’m either in her purse or her pocket or wherever with my minions (or ‘headphones’ as the humans call them) stuck into her ears. I’m happy I belong to her cause she’s so cool, just like me! So, anyway, like….yeeeaa…so life is pretty good right now! I’m happy, she’s happy, her dad and mom are happy except when she sings along to me…life is good.
My typical day goes something like this:

1. At 5:30 AM I start my work because that’s when the girl gets up and she listens to me all morning. In the morning she usually hears Panic!, Fall Out Boy, or Cute Is What We Aim For; odd band names, no?
2. She leaves for the bus at around 6:10, and my minions are still plugged into her. Her bus then comes and she listens to me for the whole 50 minutes. At this part of the day my memory has to be really sharp ‘cause you never know what she’ll pick (except for Panic! At The Disco, cause that one’s always a given…I’m beginning to think she’s rather obsessive…).
3. She has to turn me off when she gets to school at about 7:10. I’m thankful for the break but then I sit in her purse until 2 PM. It sucks! And I can’t even listen to her teachers cause most of them are so boring, and it’s not like I need good English to remember song names; most of them have incorrect grammar in all the lyrics anyway!
4. Then she pulls me out at around 2:30 when she gets off her transfer bus at this other school. She has to go thru transfer busses every day because she and her friends are in an academy program, so she talks to this one guy on the first bus then puts me on while on her real bus. It’s fine by me.
5. We get home at like…I don’t know, maybe 3-ish? Well then she puts me away to do homework or watch TV or do chores or whatever else is on her mental list of to-dos.
6. At 9-ish she brings me back out to fall asleep to. I like this cause I get to choose what she hears because she puts me on shuffle – I usually play “She Will Be Loved” by Maroon 5; it’s nice and soft.

So there’s a day in the life of me, the GREATEST MP3 PLAYER EVAAAA!!

Ttfn, ta ta for now!

 

“The only LOGICAL answer is apple juice!” May 3, 2008

Filed under: Life — airolyn @ 11:53 pm
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First off, I would like to apologize for not posting in FOREVER! But, really, it’s not my fault that I’m caught up in schoolwork (supposedly) and that I have very little to talk about!! Not my fault my life is boring and sucky! But oh well, what chya gonna do, hm? Ugh. Well, be happy dear blogging buddies, for I am indeed…POSTING! Right now in fact. And you all know this because you are reading my post that is this current post that I am currently posting! (Just go with it – I’m bored so it’s not supposed to make complete sense, although that sentence does.)

So…I suppose I should explain the title now, no? Well, I couldn’t think of anything to post about so I’m posting about what i did last week that was actually funny – to some extent. I played Apples To Apples. Fuuuunnn…Well it was, actually, except that my siblings with whom I was playing with were purposefully not choosing my words! (If you don’t know what Apples To Apples is, look it up; I have no desire to explain it right now!) So the quote from which the title was taken was made by Chris, my bro, who had put down the card reading “apple juice” to the green card reading “slimy.” Makes perfect sense, huh? No, Chris, no it does not make perfect sense. The actually only logical answering red card that had been played for “slimy” was “worms”. Guess who played that one, huh?! Yea, ME! But Luke was judging so who’s card did he choose…? Take a wild guess: did he choose his sister, or his brother…? Hmmmm…Chris, of course. But oh well, it’s fine because when Luke was pretending like he was actually considering choosing my card Chris yelled: “Come on!! The only LOGICAL answer is apple juice!” We all cracked up.

So, while that was random it was still a post and you all should be grateful for it!! Kind of. Well, no, you really should be happy cause it shows I’m still alive! =D That should considerably brighten all of your gloomy days!

So, I now have, like…I don’t know, many extra and random things to say:

1) Ace…? Who art thou?

2) Even if that post sounded whiny I’m actually in a great mood =D

3) Nice blog, Zach!

4) You too, Maggie!

5) Eeeww…Arabic…Now we have an evil-er, bipolar-seeming, hard test-giving sub while our real teacher is on maternity leave. But wait, it gets worse: Zach refuses to sympathize (he’s also in Arabic, only level 2; freak!) because apparently she’s nice and has a steady happy mood for his class, but that’s only cause everyone loves Zach so he should give me a break and feel sorry for me and the rest of my tortured class! I mean, really! She pegged a freaking dictionary at Kyle!!! xD

6) Umm…6!

7) Sorry for my list obsessions, it’s just easier than intimidating people by saying “First…Second…Third…” all in one paragraph because then they can’t just skip and read the past about them because it’s hidden in a lot of other words, if you understand the point I am trying to convey, although that is highly unlikely…


Airolyn


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^ Fun with symbols!!

Happy, happy, happy…even though I should be depressed cause Amanda is keeping information from me… >.<

You can tell I’m on drugs cause I wrote in purple…twice… -.-

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To be or not to be [random;depressed;exuberant], that is the question…