6/26/2010
To begin, wow I've been blogging a lot today...
You can't tell, but I put those periods down really slow.
ANYWAY, I thought I should just put some of this out there. Nobody is reading this, most likely, but whatever. Nobody reads blogs except cool people.
1. New Favorite:
a. Band/Musical Person/group/Thing - Never Shout Never (A.K.A. Christofer Drew Ingle)
b. Book - The Hunger Games (I already told you this...)
c. Show - Not sure, but whatever.
d. Thing to Do - Blog.
2. I'm really into saying that I'm going on adventure. Everyone is apparently, but it's just about everything I do becomes some sort of epic adventure we must go on to help save the penguins or something. I don't know.
3. The reason I made this blog, well, reasons, is (one) because I really wanted a Vlog (Video Blog), but Madre (that's Spanish for Mother) willn't (is that a word?) allow it. (Two) I always make a journal about my summer and the events that go on, but last year's awesome one was ruined in a flood in the basement where it was... Sadness. So yeah, Vlogging will one day occur (hopefully). I'll beg. Maybe. I don't know.
4. Apparently I'm very indecisive.
5. It's 11:16 in the P.M.
6. Bleh.
Wolf.
Saturday, June 26, 2010
What Time is It? Ice Cream Time!
6/26/2010
It's been about two hours since I last posted something and I just wanted to tell you that I had ice cream. It was one of those things that's really fattening and sugary, but you love to eat it no matter what's in it. It was a chocolate-covered strawberry sundae in a chocolate-dipped waffle bowl from Dairy Queen. It's so delicious, I could have exploded. Not really. That's not physically possible. Well, I guess it might be.
In other news, I have a new shopping goal. I don't like shopping really, but some things, I just think about getting. I want a black cape/cloak with a hood and pockets. I add these details because I need them to be there in order for me to buy it. If it's a cape, but it can't wrap around me in a Dracula-like fashion when needed, it's not right. No pockets, I'll cry. I need pockets in everything. I can't stand not having them. My hands live in pockets and so does my iPod. I require my iPod and hands at all times, so pockets are necessary!
Sorry if I sound kind of needy.
Wolf.
It's been about two hours since I last posted something and I just wanted to tell you that I had ice cream. It was one of those things that's really fattening and sugary, but you love to eat it no matter what's in it. It was a chocolate-covered strawberry sundae in a chocolate-dipped waffle bowl from Dairy Queen. It's so delicious, I could have exploded. Not really. That's not physically possible. Well, I guess it might be.
In other news, I have a new shopping goal. I don't like shopping really, but some things, I just think about getting. I want a black cape/cloak with a hood and pockets. I add these details because I need them to be there in order for me to buy it. If it's a cape, but it can't wrap around me in a Dracula-like fashion when needed, it's not right. No pockets, I'll cry. I need pockets in everything. I can't stand not having them. My hands live in pockets and so does my iPod. I require my iPod and hands at all times, so pockets are necessary!
Sorry if I sound kind of needy.
Wolf.
The Adventures of Captain Freak-Out, Basket Chick, and The Hatted Wonder
6/26/2010
Note: These events are true, though, to add suspense, heroic names and events have been added.
In this episode of The Adventures of Captain Freak-Out, Basket Chick, and The Hatted Wonder, the trio has ventured out into the vast land of The Pine Forest Block. They search the far corners and inner basketball courts for danger.
In the beginning, Basket Chick grabbes her basketball to shoot hoops of justice. She comes across the Grand-Pop, the bomber of elderly age. They shoot for hours and days, but really it was about twenty minutes.
After defeating the Grand-Pop, Basket Chick, Captain Freak-Out, and The Hatted Wonder, continue. The Hatted Wonder captures a few moments along the way, but missed one extravagant one. As Captain Freak-Out strayed out to the very edges of the sidewalk, a Weredog appears! As if to warn her team-mates, The Hatted Wonder calls out to Basket Chick to show her the golden pelt of danger. Captain Freak-Out, as she jams out to her iPod of Freedom, doesn't hear her. She spots the Weredog, and they expect the worse. Captain Freak-Out gasps and jumps up four-thousand feet in the air. When she returns, the Weredog has been called back to it's master, The Weredog Keeper. Captain Freak-Out wins again! Basket Chick and The Hatted Wonder laugh congratulatory giggles at the Captain.
After Captain Freak-Out freaked out, we continued on. Another Weredog and a Shrunken Lion of Doom appeared along the way, but no fights broke out. A few commoners sat at a destroyed, house-item-covered lot where the helpful people of the town helped by exchanging their old things for fresh slips of money. Signs around the town told the Trio what was going on though. "G-Sale", the signs stated. Aha, a Greatful Sale, the sale of destroyed objects to the public to once again become greatful of their gifts of money.
When the Trio returned to Home Base, The Hatted Wonder checked her Laptop of Distress for any signs of danger. Nothing appeared, so she blogged about the experience.
Unneccesary Credits:
The Hatted Wonder: Yours Truly, Wolf
Basket Chick: Mallory H. (Younger sister)
Captain Freak-Out: Madison H.
Grand-Pop: Curt A. (Grandfather)
Weredog 1: Someone's Dog the Happened to be Lurking About
Weredog 2: Another Dog with Cool Spots
Shrunken Lion: A Cat that I Named Geof and Actually Came into the Story Right After We Left the Court
The Keeper of Weredogs: Not Sure, but He was There!
Wolf
Note: These events are true, though, to add suspense, heroic names and events have been added.
In this episode of The Adventures of Captain Freak-Out, Basket Chick, and The Hatted Wonder, the trio has ventured out into the vast land of The Pine Forest Block. They search the far corners and inner basketball courts for danger.
In the beginning, Basket Chick grabbes her basketball to shoot hoops of justice. She comes across the Grand-Pop, the bomber of elderly age. They shoot for hours and days, but really it was about twenty minutes.
After defeating the Grand-Pop, Basket Chick, Captain Freak-Out, and The Hatted Wonder, continue. The Hatted Wonder captures a few moments along the way, but missed one extravagant one. As Captain Freak-Out strayed out to the very edges of the sidewalk, a Weredog appears! As if to warn her team-mates, The Hatted Wonder calls out to Basket Chick to show her the golden pelt of danger. Captain Freak-Out, as she jams out to her iPod of Freedom, doesn't hear her. She spots the Weredog, and they expect the worse. Captain Freak-Out gasps and jumps up four-thousand feet in the air. When she returns, the Weredog has been called back to it's master, The Weredog Keeper. Captain Freak-Out wins again! Basket Chick and The Hatted Wonder laugh congratulatory giggles at the Captain.
After Captain Freak-Out freaked out, we continued on. Another Weredog and a Shrunken Lion of Doom appeared along the way, but no fights broke out. A few commoners sat at a destroyed, house-item-covered lot where the helpful people of the town helped by exchanging their old things for fresh slips of money. Signs around the town told the Trio what was going on though. "G-Sale", the signs stated. Aha, a Greatful Sale, the sale of destroyed objects to the public to once again become greatful of their gifts of money.
When the Trio returned to Home Base, The Hatted Wonder checked her Laptop of Distress for any signs of danger. Nothing appeared, so she blogged about the experience.
Unneccesary Credits:
The Hatted Wonder: Yours Truly, Wolf
Basket Chick: Mallory H. (Younger sister)
Captain Freak-Out: Madison H.
Grand-Pop: Curt A. (Grandfather)
Weredog 1: Someone's Dog the Happened to be Lurking About
Weredog 2: Another Dog with Cool Spots
Shrunken Lion: A Cat that I Named Geof and Actually Came into the Story Right After We Left the Court
The Keeper of Weredogs: Not Sure, but He was There!
Wolf
Friday, June 25, 2010
Some Things are Coincidental
6/25/2010
This blog is being posted because of some random and coincidental things that have been occuring in my mind and daily life.
1. Beware of Loose Dog. There's a house not far from my grandparent's that has a sign in the front that states "Beware of Loose Dog". The other day, I noticed that and a cat sitting in the driveway of that house. Coincident.
2. Without Arms, There is No Music. I thought about something last night. If I were to lose an arm, or both of them, the main thing I'd be sad about losing is the ability to play music. Random.
3. Dream of Drugs. I had a dream about drugs two nights ago, and on the next day, there was a Dr. Oz episode about a woman addicted to sleep pills. Coincident.
4. Cat Sick, Not Home Sick. Two years ago, we put our tom cat, Shadow, to sleep. It happened when I wasn't home, I was here in Everett, so I didn't find out until I returned. Last year, I cried about missing Shadow, not home, after three weeks of being 1513 miles from home. Random.
5. Fifth. This is the last Coincident or Random post. Peace.
Wolf
This blog is being posted because of some random and coincidental things that have been occuring in my mind and daily life.
1. Beware of Loose Dog. There's a house not far from my grandparent's that has a sign in the front that states "Beware of Loose Dog". The other day, I noticed that and a cat sitting in the driveway of that house. Coincident.
2. Without Arms, There is No Music. I thought about something last night. If I were to lose an arm, or both of them, the main thing I'd be sad about losing is the ability to play music. Random.
3. Dream of Drugs. I had a dream about drugs two nights ago, and on the next day, there was a Dr. Oz episode about a woman addicted to sleep pills. Coincident.
4. Cat Sick, Not Home Sick. Two years ago, we put our tom cat, Shadow, to sleep. It happened when I wasn't home, I was here in Everett, so I didn't find out until I returned. Last year, I cried about missing Shadow, not home, after three weeks of being 1513 miles from home. Random.
5. Fifth. This is the last Coincident or Random post. Peace.
Wolf
Thursday, June 24, 2010
An Old Birthday and Facebook
6/24/2010
Today I embarked upon an adventure to a nursing home not far from my grandparent's house. There, I saw my great-aunt Mickey on her eighty-first birthday. She can't walk anymore and chooses not to talk. She had to move over to the nursing home because without someone to take care of her, she would probably just sit around and do nothing. She's been a bit on the sad side because she doesn't have her cat anymore, who was the one "person" who would be there with her the whole time. The cat's back at her old house being taken care of by Mickey's friend who lives behind her.
The party was pretty much all six nursing home people, the nurse, and most of Mickey's family like my other great-aunts and friends. We all sat around eating cake and ice-cream and Mickey got a few presents like blouses, socks, lotion, and soap. I can't say it was the most eventful thing to happen, but I was happy to be there with her. She's 81 now and that's quite an accomplishment.
In other news, Madison.
Madison, my older sister, has been begging and pleading my mother for a Facebook. "Why doesn't she just make one and hide it?" you might ask. The answer to that... when we come back! Just kidding. The answer to that is because she's trying to do the right thing. She, though unhappy with the results, never got one for months and months. Excuses like "My friends all have one", "It's the only way to take with some of my friends", and more didn't bring anything out from my mother other than "It's not very safe."
So now, after months of begs and pleads and "I'll be good"s, my mother has allowed Madison to have a Facebook. Hallelujah, right?
Wolf
Today I embarked upon an adventure to a nursing home not far from my grandparent's house. There, I saw my great-aunt Mickey on her eighty-first birthday. She can't walk anymore and chooses not to talk. She had to move over to the nursing home because without someone to take care of her, she would probably just sit around and do nothing. She's been a bit on the sad side because she doesn't have her cat anymore, who was the one "person" who would be there with her the whole time. The cat's back at her old house being taken care of by Mickey's friend who lives behind her.
The party was pretty much all six nursing home people, the nurse, and most of Mickey's family like my other great-aunts and friends. We all sat around eating cake and ice-cream and Mickey got a few presents like blouses, socks, lotion, and soap. I can't say it was the most eventful thing to happen, but I was happy to be there with her. She's 81 now and that's quite an accomplishment.
In other news, Madison.
Madison, my older sister, has been begging and pleading my mother for a Facebook. "Why doesn't she just make one and hide it?" you might ask. The answer to that... when we come back! Just kidding. The answer to that is because she's trying to do the right thing. She, though unhappy with the results, never got one for months and months. Excuses like "My friends all have one", "It's the only way to take with some of my friends", and more didn't bring anything out from my mother other than "It's not very safe."
So now, after months of begs and pleads and "I'll be good"s, my mother has allowed Madison to have a Facebook. Hallelujah, right?
Wolf
Wednesday, June 23, 2010
Reading the Hunger Games
2/23/2010
So yesterday I began reading the book The Hunger Games. I expected the good ratings from it from myself, but got more than what I expected. Just the beginning tells me it's an amazing book! I'm a fairly frequent reader and I've read many different types of books with different age groups, genres, and durations, but The Hunger Games is in a close second to the Harry Potter series.
The books I've read, including Harry Potter, Warriors, Twilight, Shiloh, and many more, are all fairly different books and in many different areas on my scale of critique. It may hit some people in the face, but Twilight wasn't a favorite of mine and, no, I haven't read the entire series. I've only read to New Moon. But anyway, books are a great source of entertainment and I think all of them had to have good reasons to be published, so I'm not against any other people's opinions on the books they like and dislike.
But anyway, The Hunting Games. It's a great book. I'm not finished yet, I'm only on page 211. If you haven't read it, it's about a girl named Katniss who lives with her little sister and mother in a poor district, District 12, in the former North America called Panem. The Hunger Games are a yearly event that requires every boy and girl of a district who are between the ages of twelve and eighteen to enter their name at least once into a drawing. The drawings choose one boy and girl from each of the twelve districts to fight to the death in a huge arena to give food and prizes to their district. It's all on T.V., too.
So Katniss enters her name multiple times for her family to recieve grain and oil. This multiplies her chances of getting chosen, though she has more names anyway from being fifteen (each age has a required amount of names entered). Her little sister is twelve and only enters once. A very slim chance out of thousands of names.
Anyway, the drawing comes and out of thousands of names, Primrose (Prim), Katniss's little sister, gets drawn and, terrified, Katniss volunteers for her. Now, Katniss has to play the games and, at the part that I'm at, she's in the games creating allies and plans on how to survive while she faces the Gamemakers' plans against the players to keep the show interesting.
In conclusion here, I'd definately reccomend this book to any readers looking for an adventuristic book with interesting characters and huge twists.
Wolf
So yesterday I began reading the book The Hunger Games. I expected the good ratings from it from myself, but got more than what I expected. Just the beginning tells me it's an amazing book! I'm a fairly frequent reader and I've read many different types of books with different age groups, genres, and durations, but The Hunger Games is in a close second to the Harry Potter series.
The books I've read, including Harry Potter, Warriors, Twilight, Shiloh, and many more, are all fairly different books and in many different areas on my scale of critique. It may hit some people in the face, but Twilight wasn't a favorite of mine and, no, I haven't read the entire series. I've only read to New Moon. But anyway, books are a great source of entertainment and I think all of them had to have good reasons to be published, so I'm not against any other people's opinions on the books they like and dislike.
But anyway, The Hunting Games. It's a great book. I'm not finished yet, I'm only on page 211. If you haven't read it, it's about a girl named Katniss who lives with her little sister and mother in a poor district, District 12, in the former North America called Panem. The Hunger Games are a yearly event that requires every boy and girl of a district who are between the ages of twelve and eighteen to enter their name at least once into a drawing. The drawings choose one boy and girl from each of the twelve districts to fight to the death in a huge arena to give food and prizes to their district. It's all on T.V., too.
So Katniss enters her name multiple times for her family to recieve grain and oil. This multiplies her chances of getting chosen, though she has more names anyway from being fifteen (each age has a required amount of names entered). Her little sister is twelve and only enters once. A very slim chance out of thousands of names.
Anyway, the drawing comes and out of thousands of names, Primrose (Prim), Katniss's little sister, gets drawn and, terrified, Katniss volunteers for her. Now, Katniss has to play the games and, at the part that I'm at, she's in the games creating allies and plans on how to survive while she faces the Gamemakers' plans against the players to keep the show interesting.
In conclusion here, I'd definately reccomend this book to any readers looking for an adventuristic book with interesting characters and huge twists.
Wolf
Madison's Birthday
6/22/2010
So today is Madison's birthday. Madison is my older sister by a year. She's now fourteen years old. Her birthday has been occuring while we've been in Washington for the past two years, and this is the third time. She's not always too happy about that, but we'll being celebrating it more when we go back home.
Her presents this year (so far) are a Pajama Gram that included pajamas, a "Do Not Enter" sign, and birthday forture cookies, and a fifty-dollar Visa Gift Card since she couldn't decide on what she wanted from our grandparents.
Cake. I love cake and who doesn't? This year, she recieved a vanilla cake with a little layer of icing inside. It was simply iced with white and "Happy Birthday Madison" was written on top in yellow.
So yeah, that's Madison's birthday for you.
Wolf
So today is Madison's birthday. Madison is my older sister by a year. She's now fourteen years old. Her birthday has been occuring while we've been in Washington for the past two years, and this is the third time. She's not always too happy about that, but we'll being celebrating it more when we go back home.
Her presents this year (so far) are a Pajama Gram that included pajamas, a "Do Not Enter" sign, and birthday forture cookies, and a fifty-dollar Visa Gift Card since she couldn't decide on what she wanted from our grandparents.
Cake. I love cake and who doesn't? This year, she recieved a vanilla cake with a little layer of icing inside. It was simply iced with white and "Happy Birthday Madison" was written on top in yellow.
So yeah, that's Madison's birthday for you.
Wolf
Sunday, June 20, 2010
On the Plane
Date of Post: 6/21/2010 (Actual Date of Event: 6/20/2010)
I would post this directly to the blog, but I'm currently ten thousand feet above the surface of the ocean. I'm on my iPod at the moment.
So my two sister and I have been planning this for a while and we always thought it would go normally: go through security, wait, get on the plane and sit together through the flight. Wrong. We all got split up on the plane for being the near last people boarded. I'm sitting in between an elderly couple.
...
We are now above St. Louis at 36,000 feet. It's been about half an hour and all I've done is listen to music and the awful jokes of the flight attendant.
...
I'm not sure where we are right now, but it's now 11:14 AM. It's 9 in Seattle and I bet my grandparents are already there... awaiting our arrival at 11:30.
It's a few seconds from the last entry. We're 3 and a half hours left to go and it's about to get a bit bumpy!
...
Airplane icecubes are the best!
...
It's 11:47 right now and not much has gone on. We've got about 3 hours or so left...
It's noon.
...
It's "noon thirty" and the flights almost done. We've got an hour and a half left. I have pretty much lost feeling in my legs by now. Luckily, it'll pay off when we reach Seattle (even if there's another hour by car to Everett).
...
We're right over South Dakota! We're above Mt. Rushmore and there's an awesome veiw of a storm cloud off to the right. It's pretty awesome up here.
So Mr. Oldmen finally got up to use the "sail du bain" and I get my window!
...
It's 10:40 AM (In Washington) meaning there's only an hour of flight left and then I'll be back on land! (Or at least until we visit Puget Sound.)
The Oldmen couple argue about crossword puzzles at 10:48.
...
It's officially 1:00 PM and that means it's 11:00 AM in Washington and THAT means that there's only a half-hour left aboard this seemingly slow bus in the sky.
I've really got to use the bathroom at 1:02, but I refuse to use the airplane bathrooms!
...
It's 1:28 and we're super close. They're taking up the last of the trash, which indicates our soon decent to SeaTac Airport. (And just for all the people reading this who don't know the geography of Washington's cities, SeaTac is between Seattle and Tacoma, hence SeaTac.)
Passing a few mountain tops at 1:32 Central Time.
...
So it's obviously taking a bit longer than I thought, but not by much. We're seeing lots of clouds and lots of mountaintops and towns, clearly indicating the lovely little place called Seattle.
I've decided to name the Oldmens "Sheryll" and "Coldsburg" Oldmen. (Where Coldsburg came from, I'm not sure.)
...
We'll be on the ground in half an hour! It's gonna be cold: 62 degrees.
...
At this point I had to turn off my iPod, so here's thelast bit of my travels:
We landed smoothly in SeaTac and had to wait about seven minutes while we waited for the other plane in our gate to leave, since we were early. My grandparents had actually only gotten there an hour early, which is record slow for them. They got to the gate at the same time as us. We said our "hello"s and scurried off the the baggage claim. After that, we hopped in the car and drove through Seattle traffic until we reached clearer roads to home. We'll be staying here for three weeks and seeing a lot of relatives, places, and even animals.
Super Excited,
Wolf
I would post this directly to the blog, but I'm currently ten thousand feet above the surface of the ocean. I'm on my iPod at the moment.
So my two sister and I have been planning this for a while and we always thought it would go normally: go through security, wait, get on the plane and sit together through the flight. Wrong. We all got split up on the plane for being the near last people boarded. I'm sitting in between an elderly couple.
...
We are now above St. Louis at 36,000 feet. It's been about half an hour and all I've done is listen to music and the awful jokes of the flight attendant.
...
I'm not sure where we are right now, but it's now 11:14 AM. It's 9 in Seattle and I bet my grandparents are already there... awaiting our arrival at 11:30.
It's a few seconds from the last entry. We're 3 and a half hours left to go and it's about to get a bit bumpy!
...
Airplane icecubes are the best!
...
It's 11:47 right now and not much has gone on. We've got about 3 hours or so left...
It's noon.
...
It's "noon thirty" and the flights almost done. We've got an hour and a half left. I have pretty much lost feeling in my legs by now. Luckily, it'll pay off when we reach Seattle (even if there's another hour by car to Everett).
...
We're right over South Dakota! We're above Mt. Rushmore and there's an awesome veiw of a storm cloud off to the right. It's pretty awesome up here.
So Mr. Oldmen finally got up to use the "sail du bain" and I get my window!
...
It's 10:40 AM (In Washington) meaning there's only an hour of flight left and then I'll be back on land! (Or at least until we visit Puget Sound.)
The Oldmen couple argue about crossword puzzles at 10:48.
...
It's officially 1:00 PM and that means it's 11:00 AM in Washington and THAT means that there's only a half-hour left aboard this seemingly slow bus in the sky.
I've really got to use the bathroom at 1:02, but I refuse to use the airplane bathrooms!
...
It's 1:28 and we're super close. They're taking up the last of the trash, which indicates our soon decent to SeaTac Airport. (And just for all the people reading this who don't know the geography of Washington's cities, SeaTac is between Seattle and Tacoma, hence SeaTac.)
Passing a few mountain tops at 1:32 Central Time.
...
So it's obviously taking a bit longer than I thought, but not by much. We're seeing lots of clouds and lots of mountaintops and towns, clearly indicating the lovely little place called Seattle.
I've decided to name the Oldmens "Sheryll" and "Coldsburg" Oldmen. (Where Coldsburg came from, I'm not sure.)
...
We'll be on the ground in half an hour! It's gonna be cold: 62 degrees.
...
At this point I had to turn off my iPod, so here's thelast bit of my travels:
We landed smoothly in SeaTac and had to wait about seven minutes while we waited for the other plane in our gate to leave, since we were early. My grandparents had actually only gotten there an hour early, which is record slow for them. They got to the gate at the same time as us. We said our "hello"s and scurried off the the baggage claim. After that, we hopped in the car and drove through Seattle traffic until we reached clearer roads to home. We'll be staying here for three weeks and seeing a lot of relatives, places, and even animals.
Super Excited,
Wolf
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