Have you ever thought about the way you laugh? Perhaps you spend a lot of time thinking about it, worrying you (could anything this terrible happen?) snort. Laughter can be creepy too, i.e. the evil, Wicked Witch of the West laugh, but most of the time it is happy. You know, colon capital d, lol, rainbows, and babies happy. There are many types of laughs:
1. The giggle crescendo- starts as a quiet hehe, but escalates into a fit of unsurpassable giggles that has you rolling on the floor.
2. Musical laugh- people whose laugh gets higher and lower, like they are practicing their scale instead of laughing.
3. Forced laugh- there are two kinds of forced laughter (lookie, another sub-list)
a. Sarcastic- you know what it is, mean, derisive (vocab superstar) laugh that is used to absolutely annihilate someone’s joke. Out of context it sounds super creepy.
b. Wizard of Oz- the “ha ha ha, ho ho ho, and a couple of tralalas” laugh. The joke is not funny, at all, but you want to be nice, not like the person in a.
4. Knee slapper- a real, genuine laugh that makes you convulse so hard that you you slap your knees. Occasionally, some will begin to clap like a seal.
5. Silent laugh- something is so funny that laughing out loud is not enough to convay your amusement. You silently shake, rocking back and forth like your having a seizure.
6. Squeak- I have been told that I have a squeaky laugh. Described as sounding like a cat dying, I can’t breathe when I laugh and make a terrible screeching noise gasping for air. It is similar to a highly amused harpy.
So I hope you laugh soon. I also hope I can post again I soon.
The names of the two stone lions in front of the New York Public Library are Patience and Fortitude.
Thursday, September 23, 2010
Sunday, September 19, 2010
“I Could Have Danced All Night”
Be jealous. Why you ask? Because I got to see, not one, but two musicals this weekend, The Sound of Music and My Fair Lady. I have probably said it 7 times (or 10, or a thousand), but I will say it again: I love musicals. In fact, love seems the wrong word. Most people are love sluts. They love everything. What musicals and I have is deeper. (Google Searcher, please ignore the creepiness of that statement, you don’t know me). It all began before I can even remember; musicals were just a part of my life from the beginning. One that holds a special place in my heart is My Fair Lady. When my family moved (across town) in 6th grade that was the only CD I had to listen to. I was obsessed. After 6 months my dad bought me an mp3 player because if he had to listen to “all I want is a room somewhere” one more time he was going to go insane. So, on that note, I am going to make a list of all the reasons I love musicals, My Fair Lady especially.
1. Number one reason, the rest of these are in no particular order, but this one is absolutely my top reason- that feeling when the music swells in a song, normally it’s the finale, but sometimes it’s not, and the orchestra will get louder and the singing or dancing comes to a climax. It fills me up inside and makes me want to stand up get onstage with them. I don’t, I just sit up straighter and smile a lot, but I still leave the theater with a kid in a candy shop feeling.
2. After the show when everyone is humming and floating out the doors. 400 people might be fighting to get out to the parking lot, but they will do so humming “get me to the church on time”.
3. Dancing- sadly in My Fair Lady there is not that much dancing, but it is still exciting. In fact, the one thing that would make My Fair Lady better would be jazz hands.
4. Costumes- what it lacks in jazz hands My Fair Lady makes up for in splendid costumes. My favorites are the theatrical black and white dresses and outrageous hats. They just look so cool.
5. Time stands still- I am transported when I sit down. Time, place, problems don’t matter anymore. The magic of the theater will take care of everything. That’s another number one reason. How fitting, I started and ended with one.
A giraffe can clean its ears with its 21-inch tongue.
1. Number one reason, the rest of these are in no particular order, but this one is absolutely my top reason- that feeling when the music swells in a song, normally it’s the finale, but sometimes it’s not, and the orchestra will get louder and the singing or dancing comes to a climax. It fills me up inside and makes me want to stand up get onstage with them. I don’t, I just sit up straighter and smile a lot, but I still leave the theater with a kid in a candy shop feeling.
2. After the show when everyone is humming and floating out the doors. 400 people might be fighting to get out to the parking lot, but they will do so humming “get me to the church on time”.
3. Dancing- sadly in My Fair Lady there is not that much dancing, but it is still exciting. In fact, the one thing that would make My Fair Lady better would be jazz hands.
4. Costumes- what it lacks in jazz hands My Fair Lady makes up for in splendid costumes. My favorites are the theatrical black and white dresses and outrageous hats. They just look so cool.
5. Time stands still- I am transported when I sit down. Time, place, problems don’t matter anymore. The magic of the theater will take care of everything. That’s another number one reason. How fitting, I started and ended with one.
A giraffe can clean its ears with its 21-inch tongue.
Sunday, September 12, 2010
“Or at the High School Dance”
So, last night was homecoming. I wanted to go really badly this year, so I did. It was super fun. This post is going to be super short because I have been so busy being social with real people, not invisible blog readers. (You, Google Searcher, are not going to hang with me this weekend). So to cut to the chase, here are all the reasons homecoming was awesome:
1. All my friends were there- it was like a party of just people I knew, because if I ran into someone I didn’t know (or particularly didn’t like) I could generally just ignore them because so many of my close friends were there.
2. I got to dance- in case you are for some reason unaware; I am a horrible dancer without choreography, and not really that great with it. But I love dancing. It is just fun to let go, but I can’t just jive down the hall, so it is great to have a chance to jam.
3. I get to dress up all fancy and do my hair- some people really hate spending 3 or 4 hours on their hair, nails, and make-up, but I love it. It is probably part of my girly girl dress addiction.
4. I now know what all the hype is about- I hate being left out of things, so I was very happy to be included in the festivities this year, even if I was dateless.
All in all, it was a great night and I am already looking forward to next year. In fact, I had so much fun I really want to host a group at my house, if my parents will let me.
Henry Ford produced the model T only in black because the black paint available at the time was the fastest to dry.
1. All my friends were there- it was like a party of just people I knew, because if I ran into someone I didn’t know (or particularly didn’t like) I could generally just ignore them because so many of my close friends were there.
2. I got to dance- in case you are for some reason unaware; I am a horrible dancer without choreography, and not really that great with it. But I love dancing. It is just fun to let go, but I can’t just jive down the hall, so it is great to have a chance to jam.
3. I get to dress up all fancy and do my hair- some people really hate spending 3 or 4 hours on their hair, nails, and make-up, but I love it. It is probably part of my girly girl dress addiction.
4. I now know what all the hype is about- I hate being left out of things, so I was very happy to be included in the festivities this year, even if I was dateless.
All in all, it was a great night and I am already looking forward to next year. In fact, I had so much fun I really want to host a group at my house, if my parents will let me.
Henry Ford produced the model T only in black because the black paint available at the time was the fastest to dry.
Monday, September 6, 2010
“It's a Very Big Undertaking”
I have been bad about posting. Thus I hang my head in shame. I had to wait until I found something happy to post about. Never fear. I found it. What could I possibly be happy about? The answer is Girl Scouts. I am trying to achieve my Gold Award in one year. (Actually, a little more than a year, but I’m very glad about that.) And I am well on my way to actually managing that. This helps a lot with my burdensome feeling of failure. So in celebration of that I have made a list of why I love Girl Scouts.
1. The Girls- all of the girls in my troop (all 6 of us, now 5 :( ) are my friends. Some of my best friends really. We have a blast doing whatever. The only thing that is consistently accomplished at every meeting is laughter. Sometimes I think we are truly crazy, but I don’t care.
2. Feeling of success- most of what Girl Scouts has become as I’ve gotten older is service. Personally I love service projects; they give me that warm fuzzy feeling. Plus, planning and implementing them bolsters my ego enormously. I really feel accomplished. And I help people. It’s a win win.
3. Looks good- it’s the first reason I hear anymore as to why I should do anything: it looks good for college. Honestly, I don’t care, but it subdues everyone who thinks it takes up too much time.
4. There are few shortcomings- only ones I can think of: (ohh! A sub-list)
a. Time consuming- the gold award takes a minimum of 140 hours of work and at least a year
b. I can’t meet boys there- this is kind of an obvious flaw since it is Girl Scouts. However, it is still something lacking.
In short, I love Girl Scouts and am going to finish my Gold Award. I’ll keep you posted. Hope you had a great holiday weekend. This post is short because school is tomorrow. (I know you really don’t care Google Searcher, but you might.)
There are two credit cards for every person in the United States.
1. The Girls- all of the girls in my troop (all 6 of us, now 5 :( ) are my friends. Some of my best friends really. We have a blast doing whatever. The only thing that is consistently accomplished at every meeting is laughter. Sometimes I think we are truly crazy, but I don’t care.
2. Feeling of success- most of what Girl Scouts has become as I’ve gotten older is service. Personally I love service projects; they give me that warm fuzzy feeling. Plus, planning and implementing them bolsters my ego enormously. I really feel accomplished. And I help people. It’s a win win.
3. Looks good- it’s the first reason I hear anymore as to why I should do anything: it looks good for college. Honestly, I don’t care, but it subdues everyone who thinks it takes up too much time.
4. There are few shortcomings- only ones I can think of: (ohh! A sub-list)
a. Time consuming- the gold award takes a minimum of 140 hours of work and at least a year
b. I can’t meet boys there- this is kind of an obvious flaw since it is Girl Scouts. However, it is still something lacking.
In short, I love Girl Scouts and am going to finish my Gold Award. I’ll keep you posted. Hope you had a great holiday weekend. This post is short because school is tomorrow. (I know you really don’t care Google Searcher, but you might.)
There are two credit cards for every person in the United States.
Thursday, September 2, 2010
“My Story is Much too Sad to be Told”
Today I’m just going to write, because I should be writing an English paper, but have writer’s block. Hey, English papers are part of everything, right? I’ve been snapping at my parents a lot lately. Every day when I come home from school I tell them all about my day, and then they drill me on how it went and what I’m feeling. For some reason that really makes me angry. All day at school I feel fine. Come 4:30 though and I turn irritable and touchy. What’s wrong with me? (Blogging is my free therapy, don’t judge). Here is a list of all the things that didn’t bother me at school, but are now driving me up a wall:
1. My watch- I wore it all day at school, not even caring that it was five to seven minutes fast. All I wanted was a black fashion accessory. I come home, sit down at my computer, start the previously mentioned English essay, and then I hear a noise. Tick tick tic. For a whole five minutes I can’t concentrate because all I can listen to or think about is my watch making that noise on my wrist. So I took it off. I sat it next to my computer. Tick tick tick. I moved it farther away. Tick tick tick. Resisting the urge to throw it across the room I get up and put it on a book shelf. The noise stops. Now I wonder why I cared so much.
2. My health- at school I felt perfectly healthy, now I just want to lie down and nap because I feel icky. Maybe because my house is so ridiculously warm and school is so cold.
3. English essay- I did not think it would take this long at all. Now I just want to get it over with. Normally I am not so angry about English essays, but I am apparently having a huge pity party.
With that realization I am abruptly ending my post. Sorry to have been so boring and self-centered. It did make me feel better though. Expect something funny and happy next time.
Isaac Asimov is the only author to have a book in every Dewey-decimal category.
1. My watch- I wore it all day at school, not even caring that it was five to seven minutes fast. All I wanted was a black fashion accessory. I come home, sit down at my computer, start the previously mentioned English essay, and then I hear a noise. Tick tick tic. For a whole five minutes I can’t concentrate because all I can listen to or think about is my watch making that noise on my wrist. So I took it off. I sat it next to my computer. Tick tick tick. I moved it farther away. Tick tick tick. Resisting the urge to throw it across the room I get up and put it on a book shelf. The noise stops. Now I wonder why I cared so much.
2. My health- at school I felt perfectly healthy, now I just want to lie down and nap because I feel icky. Maybe because my house is so ridiculously warm and school is so cold.
3. English essay- I did not think it would take this long at all. Now I just want to get it over with. Normally I am not so angry about English essays, but I am apparently having a huge pity party.
With that realization I am abruptly ending my post. Sorry to have been so boring and self-centered. It did make me feel better though. Expect something funny and happy next time.
Isaac Asimov is the only author to have a book in every Dewey-decimal category.
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