New and a Bit Alarming

I made a video blog. Let me know what you think.

“It's Like I’m Surfing at the Speed of Light”

I just wanted to share some of the end of the year projects. These are my Latin themes memes. Enjoy them.

The most money ever paid for a cow in an auction was $1.3 million.

“What Do the Simple Folk Do?”

   This is a really old Google meme, because I’m bored and I need something to do. 

• Question 1: [my name] needs…a stylist. Wow really, way to be subtle Google. 
• Question 2: [my name] looks like…a horse. I got the message the first time, thanks.  
• Question 3: [my name] says…what? I guess I do say what.  
• Question 4: [my name] wants…to play horsey. We are going to try and not make that dirty. It is probably in reference of my equine looks.  
• Question 5: [my name] does…facebook. She does.  
• Question 6: [my name] hates…to run. This is also true.  
• Question 7: [my name] likes…pies. It is like Google can see my soul. 
• Question 8: [my name] wears…shorts. True right now. So creepy Google.  
• Question 9: [my name] eats…ribs. Google is losing its touch. Not true.  
• Question 10: [my name] was arrested for…clowning around as a cow. How did Google know? 
• Question 11: [my name] loves…money. Well, you know me.  

   Yeah. That was fun. I’m not as bored anymore.

The most money ever paid for a cow in an auction was $1.3 million.

"Brush Up Your Shakespeare"

   I don’t blog very often. You’ve come to expect that. I no longer feel the need to apologize about it. I am also taking a brief hiatus from the projects series, because I want to. And by golly, this is my blog; I’ll do what I want. And I want to tell you something interesting. Actually a few interesting things that I learned in Shakespeare class. (Don’t ask what Shakespeare class is, it will ruin the effect).



   There is a statue of Shakespeare’s Juliet in the Capulet house in Vienna. (There really were Montegues and Capulets, just no Romeo or Juliet). So it is a bronze-y gold, but now green statue. Except for one part. 200 years of picture taking guys have left poor Juliet’s left bosom shiny shiny gold.


   Here’s an older one. In Henry the Fifth Shakespeare killed his most popular character, a drunken knight named Falstaff, in a super depressing offstage scene only described to the audience. Everyone was shocked. His patron at the time was Queen Elizabeth the First. When her messenger dropped off Shakespeare’s next payment there was a note (mostly implied, nothing is proven) saying that her majesty the queen would like to see more of Falstaff. His next play was The Merry Wives of Winsor, starring nothing but the antics of the jovial Falstaff.


    I am considering starting a sort of video blog that gives information of boring/confusing topics that most people have trouble learning about, (like Shakespeare plays, biology, or Roman history). I might start this summer. Who knows. What do you think?


In 1603, Shakespeare's company became the official player for King James I and renamed themselves The King's Men.

“Hey, that’s Not a Bad Idea Perhaps We Could Use It”

    I am starting another little series of blogs that will all be related to each other. They are all going to be about the many projects that have been keeping me so busy and unable to blog, but are now coming to a close.


    I was recently a chorus member in Bye Bye Birdie. That was fun, and I got to hang out with friends and make new friends. So yay! I was also involved in a class play. Specifically I was the stage manager, which was super stressful. But now it is over. Huzzah!


    Changing the subject without any transitions, I also had to take the ACT. I don’t really think you care how my ACT went, because standardized testing is repulsive. Way more important than the test was where I was sitting. Why, because I was sitting by a bookshelf, (not that they let me read any of the books) a bookshelf full of gold…in your pants. Here is a list (don’t freak out, they aren’t back) of the fabulous in your pants books that sat upon the bookshelf in the ACT room:


1. One Hundred Years of Solitude (in your pants) by: Gabriel García Márquez


2. Rash (in your pants) by: Pete Hautman


3. Lemonade Mouth (in your pants) by: Mark Peter Huges


4. Seduced by Hitler (in your pants) by: Adam LeBor and Roger Boyes


5. Master and Commander (of your pants) by: Patrick O’Brian


There are 10 human body parts that are only 3 letters long (eye hip arm leg ear toe jaw rib lip gum).

"Like Dr. Jeckle and Mr. Hyde”

   Why are people so different on paper than in real life? Is it because we, as people, only put insignificant things on paper? I don’t think that’s necessarily true. The different facets of peoples’ personalities can be put on paper; it’s how we know what book characters are like. So how come book characters make sense and people don’t? The best explanation I can give myself is this: characters from a book have concrete personalities, in which all of their character traits are equally important and do not contradict each other. In real life, none of this is true. Just because you can write down the ingredients of a person doesn’t give you the recipe. We all decide on the value of the different parts of other’s personalities through a filter. We all decide how much weight to give each thing, but we could be wrong. In people we like we weigh things we like more than things we don’t like. This allows bad things, things we don’t want to see in our friends, slip though unnoticed. The same principle applies to people we don’t like. We can’t handle the processing of their wrong doings and the good things they do. It isn’t about what’s there, it’s about how we see it. Others see some parts of us, filter them, and create their own image of us. That’s why the same person is different, depending on who is talking about them.


The Australian $5 to $100 notes are made of plastic.

“Am I Drunk, or Maybe I’m Dreaming”

    So I wrote this during the SAT, not actually during the test, because that would be impossible, but during my blurry and disoriented study time. Keep that in mind. You see, I was working on my laptop and something wasn’t working. Some people get angry when technology doesn’t work, but I remained rather calm. All I said was “why won’t you work? You always throw these tantrums.” Then later I couldn’t fit something in my purse. “You need to fit”. Then I realized that I now address all f my possessions in the second person. This led me to examine why? I came up with two possible reasons I might do this. One: I am slowly going insane and will eventually believe that my possessions have thoughts and feelings and they may eventually talk back and my incessant monologuing will end in utter lunacy and conversations with my purse and laptop. The other option was I am slowly becoming a proponent of slavery, something I don’t want to be. Maybe my madness isn’t that my possessions have opinions and personalities, but that I still expect them to unquestioningly do my bidding. This thought scares me. For once I hope I am going insane.

The surface area of an average-sized brick is 79 cm squared.