A day of football and hockey results in.....

Hi! I have little to no voice! Go me!

While out with the parents

Cashier who appeared to be about 30: The total is $19.84.
Me: Heehee. Good year!
Mom: Very good year.
Cashier: That's the year Van Halen released (some album).
Me: Really? Huh. Twenty-three years ago....
Cashier: Yeah, I was born in 1985, so that makes me feel old.

Somehow I didn't scream.

Oh dear....

I'd forgotten that I share a birthday with her.

Oh no. And him.

Hippo Birdy to me!

One year til I can rhyme that with my age....

"Yum Yum," said Max

I went to Zingerman's for dinner tonight after reading several books that took place in Ann Arbor over the course of the last week. In almost every single one, the main character was eating meal after meal at Zingerman's. Needless to say, I really wanted one of their sandwiches.

If you go into Zingerman's as a 20-year-old female and give your name as Alfie*, you get some strange looks.

But hey, it's less likely to be the name of anyone else there than my real name.

* I realized at dinner tonight that the seventh anniversary of my being called Alfie is coming up in October. Wow!

Does it seem to anyone else that I like to talk about blood?

Whatever, Srah talks about ears and earwax all of the time.

While watching Dracula 2000 with Megan

"If he was the real Dracula, I don't think I'd mind him biting my neck."
Me, on the subject of Gerry Butler

DARN YOU, KODAK

I want my pictures! I want to show everyone what a big dork I am. I was good this time. I didn't make you develop twenty-two rolls of film...only seven. Please, don't screw up or lose my pictures. If my mom goes in to pick them up tonight...let them be there or I will be very annoyed. Especially if you lose the pictures of my haircut...because it is still a cute haircut but it doesn't look as styled now, because I don't have hairspray at school and I don't have time to blow dry it in the morning.

France, Germany and THE FLIGHT FROM HELL

I will post on this in a little while, then create a section for it on my digital portfolio and put the link on my weblog.

¡No hablo español!

First things first: I do not speak Spanish. I have never been to a country where the official language is Spanish. This story actually happened a while ago, but I tried to blog it and Blogger decided it would be fun to delete it. So this was a while ago and the story wasn’t completely accurate to begin with so this should be FUN!!!
The International Student Union had an ice cream social at school a couple of weeks ago to try and attract attention to the group. I got there early and ate all my ice cream. By the time I finished, all of my friends had left in order to make it to their club meeting. I didn’t want to leave by myself because there can be some creepy people around any college campus after dark, so I asked Alex if I could help out and if he could walk me back to my residence hall afterwards. He said yes and gave me my assignment. Since he was scooping ice cream, I could take over his job, explaining about his native country. I knew a little bit of basic information so I agreed. When I got there, the other student from South America went over and helped Alex scoop ice cream…leaving me all alone to explain about the countries of South America, a continent I have never visited, seen a few times in pictures and know very little about. I did my best to answer any questions that came to me…including:

Guy: So have you ever been to a cock fight?
Me: No.
Guy: Really, or are you just not suppoised to talk about it?
Me: I’m from Ann Arbor.

And…

Person: Was this chicken ever alive?
Me: No, it’s made of plastic, his name is Margot.
Person: MARGOT??? WHAT???
Me: I don’t know, you can ask his owner. He’s the short guy scooping ice cream.

I also got asked if I was from South America because someone heard me speak and thought I had an accent. This is not the first time this has happened. When I was in England, my family went to a restaurant and I said one word and was asked “Where in Scotland are you from?” I just tend to adopt accents when I am around people. It is kind of scary.

My head doesn't hurt as much now

This is what my AIM profile has said since Friday:
I bet you all wish you were as clever as me. I am so very clever. I walked head first into a door. That is how clever I am. I was carrying laundry and this cord was hanging in our doorway. I tried to duck under it and whacked my head against the edge of the door. Since then, I have been checking to make sure I don't have a concussion. I'm pretty sure I don't. hmmm.:-\ Found a side effect of my head injury...I am beginning to sound like Scarlett O'Hara. I HATE that movie!

Whoops!

Want to see something funny? It hasn't been updated since I was fifteen.

Dreaming of the possibility

I like my privacy. I do not like performing in front of people, I have bad stage fright. However, I love singing, impersonating and dancing around (flailing is more like it). Someday it would be cool to perform in a Broadway musical, but the stage fright causes a problem. When Sarah and I saw a production of "My Fair Lady," we came up with a solution. She will play all of the parts on the stage, and I will be behind the curtain doing the singing a la "Singing in the Rain." We actually used to do that when we were younger because I'm shorter than her. I would stand behind her and we'd call our parents out to watch. I'd start singing and she would be in front of me lip-synching. I doubt that would ever work on Broadway but a girl can dream.

I'll be 18 soon!

less than two months until my birthday!

I'm glad I'm behind....

i am so behind. the grandmother thing is rather creepy though. i hate jack london, we read him in ninth grade and i couldn't stand his writing.

I am soooo behind....

At age 17:

Nicolo Paganini dazzled audiences with his virtuosity and pawned his violin in order to pay gambling debts.

Artificial heart developer Robert Jarvik began working on his first invention, a surgical stapler.

After giving birth at age 8, Nigerian girl Mum-zi became a grandmother at 17.

Rugby college student William Webb Ellis invented the game of rugby.

Author Joseph Conrad, wanting to be a sailor, first went to sea. This was an uncommon ambition in land-locked Poland.

American author Jack London ran away to sea on a sealing ship headed for the North Pacific. After becoming a hobo and spending time in jail, he resolved to get an education.

Composer Felix Mendelssohn wrote his overture to Shakespeare's "A Midsummer Night's Dream." By this time he had also composed twelve symphonies.

Walt Whitman began teaching school in Long Island.