I thought it would be nice to update my blog around my birthday, say a couple words, and be on my merry way. So here we go...
I'm blogging around my birthday! I'm thirteen now!
I'm saying a couple of words!
And I'm going on my merry way!
Not really, now that I think about it.
I have some other things to say.
How are my people doing? Well, I presume? I should be posting a little more often now. I have a new mean of blogging.
And so that concludes the service broadcast on your local Atypical Musings channel.
We will now return to our normally scheduled programming. Thank you for your time.
I'm blogging around my birthday! I'm thirteen now!
I'm saying a couple of words!
And I'm going on my merry way!
Not really, now that I think about it.
I have some other things to say.
How are my people doing? Well, I presume? I should be posting a little more often now. I have a new mean of blogging.
And so that concludes the service broadcast on your local Atypical Musings channel.
We will now return to our normally scheduled programming. Thank you for your time.
Hey there, amigos.
It may seem a little cliched at this point, but I've got some big news.
I've hit 1378 viewers. I don't know where they've come from, most from me probably. I'm very excited.
I do have a movie review for you. It's on How To Train Your Dragon. The movie's a bit old, but still pretty good.
It was pretty good, considering the funny tidbits thrown in here and there.The epic final battle scene is really intense and quite confusing if you miss any of it. Since I watched this movie twice now, the battle scene seems quite intense. Very good story though.
It may seem a little cliched at this point, but I've got some big news.
I've hit 1378 viewers. I don't know where they've come from, most from me probably. I'm very excited.
I do have a movie review for you. It's on How To Train Your Dragon. The movie's a bit old, but still pretty good.
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| Thanks to http://www.modny73.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/03/how_to_train_your_dragon_ver8_xlg1.jpg for this photo! |
There is the official trailer. Got it on YouTube.
See ya!
There is a reason I say that, and that reason is "punny".
I was recently in Virginia City, Nevada, on a family vacation. We wanted to see the sights, and one of those was the Piper's Opera House.
Inside, we went to go look around at the actual opera house. It was very nice, until you got to the actual opera house part, in which the ceiling was falling apart, but that's to be expected in a 130 year-old building, in which a guy salvaged parts from other burned down buildings and old mines. This tour guide, though, was the star of the show.
He stopped talking maybe three times. They were to listen to my family correct him, ask for our money, and have my mom's alarm go off. In that order.
Let me explain.
We walk in, wanting a tour. My dad asks for a tour. We walk upstairs and he explains the several different lives of the opera house, and this is where we mainly correct him on his historical facts. He stops here, to listen. Then we walk into the actual opera house, which is undergoing restoration. There are high school aged children setting up for their "Nevada-Day-Party". We smile and wave, feeling rather uncomfortable in the presence of the talking tour guide.
He continues to speak of incorrect facts, and we promptly correct him. He then says, "Now I need to collect your fee. The fee for the tour for the family is $10." We all think, "THANK GOD! IT'S OVER!" We fork over the moolah, and he continues to talk.
At this point, I'm about to melt. He speaks to us about the stage and the balcony seating. I know the answers to almost all of the questions he asks.
Shortly after this, he leads us to this wall of actors. He asks us who actually came to this opera house and performed. He gave us a hint that two people didn't come, and that we needed to figure out who they were. He lemented on this for maybe fifteen minutes.
This is the point where my sister is so bored that she starts picking the plastic tablecloth that was set up by the high school. The tour guide was appalled. He didn't stop talking, though. My mom let her continue to pick the tablecloth.
The tour guide leads us over to the wall where he tells us of this unknown artist who made a couple million dollars in the 1900's. At this point, my feet have started to hurt and I just don't care.
Then my mom's alarm goes off. The tour guide stops. My dad quickly jumps in and says, "We have an appointment at the RV park! We've gotta go!" My mom's alarm won't turn off. We have to take out the battery and this not only turns off Mom's phone, but turns of his mouth.
We thank him and quickly walk out the door. We don't start laughing until we are down the hill. We are all in agreement. That was one of the funniest/boring/interesting thing ever.
Let me describe the man.
He had a handlebar mustache with the curled edges, cowboy boots, a cowboy hat, and basically the rest of the cowboy attire. This dude was insane.
But here is some breaking news.
We have moved into our new house and we are about to close.
YAY! :)
I was recently in Virginia City, Nevada, on a family vacation. We wanted to see the sights, and one of those was the Piper's Opera House.
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| Piper's Opera House Thanks to nevadaday.com for this picture. |
Inside, we went to go look around at the actual opera house. It was very nice, until you got to the actual opera house part, in which the ceiling was falling apart, but that's to be expected in a 130 year-old building, in which a guy salvaged parts from other burned down buildings and old mines. This tour guide, though, was the star of the show.
He stopped talking maybe three times. They were to listen to my family correct him, ask for our money, and have my mom's alarm go off. In that order.
Let me explain.
We walk in, wanting a tour. My dad asks for a tour. We walk upstairs and he explains the several different lives of the opera house, and this is where we mainly correct him on his historical facts. He stops here, to listen. Then we walk into the actual opera house, which is undergoing restoration. There are high school aged children setting up for their "Nevada-Day-Party". We smile and wave, feeling rather uncomfortable in the presence of the talking tour guide.
He continues to speak of incorrect facts, and we promptly correct him. He then says, "Now I need to collect your fee. The fee for the tour for the family is $10." We all think, "THANK GOD! IT'S OVER!" We fork over the moolah, and he continues to talk.
At this point, I'm about to melt. He speaks to us about the stage and the balcony seating. I know the answers to almost all of the questions he asks.
Shortly after this, he leads us to this wall of actors. He asks us who actually came to this opera house and performed. He gave us a hint that two people didn't come, and that we needed to figure out who they were. He lemented on this for maybe fifteen minutes.
This is the point where my sister is so bored that she starts picking the plastic tablecloth that was set up by the high school. The tour guide was appalled. He didn't stop talking, though. My mom let her continue to pick the tablecloth.
The tour guide leads us over to the wall where he tells us of this unknown artist who made a couple million dollars in the 1900's. At this point, my feet have started to hurt and I just don't care.
Then my mom's alarm goes off. The tour guide stops. My dad quickly jumps in and says, "We have an appointment at the RV park! We've gotta go!" My mom's alarm won't turn off. We have to take out the battery and this not only turns off Mom's phone, but turns of his mouth.
We thank him and quickly walk out the door. We don't start laughing until we are down the hill. We are all in agreement. That was one of the funniest/boring/interesting thing ever.
Let me describe the man.
He had a handlebar mustache with the curled edges, cowboy boots, a cowboy hat, and basically the rest of the cowboy attire. This dude was insane.
But here is some breaking news.
We have moved into our new house and we are about to close.
YAY! :)
So, in science, we are learning all about faults and earthquakes, so this video that my good friend Jibble at thejibbles.com posted to his blog was hilarious.
The link is http://richardfenwick.com/earthquake.html if you want to watch it. It's pretty funny.
Hola amigos! I'm posting to the beat of this song called "Perpetuum Mobile"... Really good song...
The thing is, though, that I'm in seventh grade now, and if you look back it's been a whole summer since I first posted. That was sixth grade, and now, it's seventh grade. I'm rather excited to continue the year. My new website background, yearbook, you name it. And, my drawing skills are growing.
But I have a story for you all.
Sunday afternoon last week, my mother and I pulled into our garage. See, my mother is deathly afraid of birds that roam free, but come close to her. There was a bird that was dumb enough to get trapped in a garage that was wide open. My father and I tried to get it out, and then my mom locked the car door. I started banging the garage door to the ceiling and making weird noises. My mother, in the car, started laughing her head off. I tried opening the door, but alas, it was locked. When the bird finally fled, sadly, there was bird blood all over the roof. Gross.
I'm going to sign off, for my laptop is about to die.
Sunday afternoon last week, my mother and I pulled into our garage. See, my mother is deathly afraid of birds that roam free, but come close to her. There was a bird that was dumb enough to get trapped in a garage that was wide open. My father and I tried to get it out, and then my mom locked the car door. I started banging the garage door to the ceiling and making weird noises. My mother, in the car, started laughing her head off. I tried opening the door, but alas, it was locked. When the bird finally fled, sadly, there was bird blood all over the roof. Gross.
I'm going to sign off, for my laptop is about to die.
So, tomorrow is the first day of school, and I'm off to school at 6:20 in the morning. And that's not the worst part. I don't know what my schedule is. I'm going in blind and told to follow the gray concrete. Actually, this is quite a big thing, since I'll be going into seventh grade after a whole summer of following my every move! This year will be chocked full of laughs and just weirdness.. TTYL!
P.S.
Check out the site improvements, I've hit 519 views!
P.S.
Check out the site improvements, I've hit 519 views!
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