If I were to hop on a bus and attend a live performance of show which I knew next to nothing about, I might be a little worried as to what I was about to see. However, if it included some key elements which I find to be entertaning and appealing, the worry would surley be for nothing!
I really love stories and characters that are a bit twisted and dark, so I'd love for this mystery play to have morbid people like that. I'd want a suspenseful story that has me wondering what could possibly happen next, topped off with a shocking ending. I also always find myself admiring the costumes and makeup on the actors, so if the characters are zany the costumes and makeup had better match.
Perhaps throw in a little fake blood and gore, and I think this mystery play could shape up to be something very exciting! :)
Thursday, May 27, 2010
Wednesday, May 12, 2010
A Day in the Life of Me at Age 85
When I am eighty-five years old, I will be living the high life due to a massive lottery win on my eighteenth birthday. I will spend my days sailing around the Carribbean on my luxury yacht with my husband Paul Rudd, who will still look like his gorgeous 41-year-old self due to the millions of dollars spent on plastic surgery to preserve his godly face (even though he will be around 108 years old.) Although I'll live a lavish lifestyle, I'll share the wealth with everyone else in my life. I'll be an active member of many charitable organizations, and donate generously, my number one cause being homeless animals. I'll never stop moving, being sure to live life to the fullest.
Friday, April 16, 2010
Tuesday, April 13, 2010
Acrostic Poem
Deanne
Sarcastic, Talkative, Geeky, Friendly
Sibling of Rob and Ryan
Lover of Lady Gaga, friends and family
Who fears death, drowning, spiders and failure
Who needs friends, family, food and her pets
Who gives the world amazingly witty and nerdy remarks, and a cornucopia of baked goods
Who would like to see London, England
Resident of Stoney Creek
McCabe
Sarcastic, Talkative, Geeky, Friendly
Sibling of Rob and Ryan
Lover of Lady Gaga, friends and family
Who fears death, drowning, spiders and failure
Who needs friends, family, food and her pets
Who gives the world amazingly witty and nerdy remarks, and a cornucopia of baked goods
Who would like to see London, England
Resident of Stoney Creek
McCabe
Wednesday, March 24, 2010
Cause & Effect Blog. Finally.
1.Came to Orchard Park
2.Took art class
3.Began thinking about what I wanted to do
4.Thought I wanted to get into special effects makeup
5.Realized I did not want to do this
6.Recognized own indecisiveness & immaturity
7.Unsure of what to do with my life
8.Realized I am not ready to go away to school
9.Opted not to apply to university
10.Working full time for a year, then applying to university
2.Took art class
3.Began thinking about what I wanted to do
4.Thought I wanted to get into special effects makeup
5.Realized I did not want to do this
6.Recognized own indecisiveness & immaturity
7.Unsure of what to do with my life
8.Realized I am not ready to go away to school
9.Opted not to apply to university
10.Working full time for a year, then applying to university
Wednesday, March 10, 2010
A Halloween Party of Epic Proportions
It's time to splatter the walls decoratively with human guts and hang some mangled limbs from the ceiling, because I'm throwing the most gruesome, bone-chilling Halloween party of all time!
Wonder if you were lucky enough to make it onto the guest list?
1) Lady GaGa
I'm kind of obsessed with her. I could die happy knowing she attended my party... and just imagine what she would wear!
2) Jigsaw
So what if the guy spends his spare time creating torture devices and thinking up countless ways the human body can be destroyed? A Halloween party without Jigsaw is just absurd!
3) Luna Lovegood
My favourite Harry Potter character EVER. Her hilarious commentary would make the party a million times better... Rotfang Conspiracy, anyone?
4) Rupert Grint
Because he melts my freaking heart! <3
5) Graverobber
Does he even need an explanation? Who wouldn't want to party with Graverobber?
6) Mrs. Lovett
Love Sweeney Todd, love her. Just as long as she keeps her pies far, far away from the food table...
7) Francois Hamelin
An Olympic Gold Medallist for Canada and a total babe. Need I say more?
8) Aaron Badgerow
... I don't remember inviting him? Just kidding. He's totes my fave <3
9) Paul Rudd
It's Paul-freaking-Rudd. Of course he's invited!
10) The Mad Hatter
Because he's so deliciously twisted <3
Wonder if you were lucky enough to make it onto the guest list?
1) Lady GaGa
I'm kind of obsessed with her. I could die happy knowing she attended my party... and just imagine what she would wear!
2) Jigsaw
So what if the guy spends his spare time creating torture devices and thinking up countless ways the human body can be destroyed? A Halloween party without Jigsaw is just absurd!
3) Luna Lovegood
My favourite Harry Potter character EVER. Her hilarious commentary would make the party a million times better... Rotfang Conspiracy, anyone?
4) Rupert Grint
Because he melts my freaking heart! <3
5) Graverobber
Does he even need an explanation? Who wouldn't want to party with Graverobber?
6) Mrs. Lovett
Love Sweeney Todd, love her. Just as long as she keeps her pies far, far away from the food table...
7) Francois Hamelin
An Olympic Gold Medallist for Canada and a total babe. Need I say more?
8) Aaron Badgerow
... I don't remember inviting him? Just kidding. He's totes my fave <3
9) Paul Rudd
It's Paul-freaking-Rudd. Of course he's invited!
10) The Mad Hatter
Because he's so deliciously twisted <3
The Encounter
The bright lights of the movie theatre lobby burned my eyes as I angrily made my way through the crowded throng of people. My head was still spinning from the flick I had just seen, a true abomination of the once reputable SAW series, in which Jigsaw was not only resurrected after being dead for fourteen movies, but sent out into outer space to teach his torturous ways to an alien apprentice. To an average movie-goer, this may have been quite the comedic experience, but I was not impressed and simply wanted to get home. I angrily pushed my way past happily chattering people, not bothering to look up or apologize for stepping on feet and trying my best to avoid the numerous puddles of slushie that decorated the sticky floor. However, my coordination has never been top-notch, and as I attempted to leap over a particularly large spill I ended up tripping over my own feet and BAM! I wound up smashing right into the man in front of me, his newly bought popcorn joining the rest of the muck on the floor. I immediately bent down to pick up what was left of the bag, and felt my face going a million shades of red.
“Oh my God… I am so sorry!” I stammered, feeling like an idiot. I was glad that the man’s sunglasses hid his eyes from me, which I could only assume were rolling with complete annoyance.
“No, no… it’s fine.” He said quickly, bending down to help me. “The line’s only… a mile along. Ah, whatever, I shouldn’t be eating that stuff anyway”
I tilted my head up as he began to talk, and thought the voice sounded oddly familiar. As I got a better look at him, a thought began to form in my head… but no, it couldn’t possibly be. In Stoney Creek, of all places? I was wondering whether or not I could trust my already faulty eyes, when I realized that the man was staring right at me, as if he knew the thoughts racing in my head. He gave a knowing smile which I could recognize anywhere, and removed his sunglasses. The theatre was filled with the dramatic gasp that escaped my mouth, which was gaping open in complete shock.
“OH. MY. GOD… PAUL RUDD?!” I screamed.
“Holy crap! Where?!” He yelled, jumping to his feet, quickly putting his sunglasses back on. “No, but seriously kid, shh. I’m trying to go incognito here, if you can’t tell.”
I stood frozen to the spot, hardly daring to believe that the Paul Rudd, a comedic God, was standing in front of me. My eyes could barely take in the buffet of manliness that stood there, as he quickly addressed the interested crowd that my excited scream had attracted.
“I have no idea what she’s talking about...” He said with a hearty, fake laugh. “She, uh, seems a bit disturbed… must be that new SAW movie. Carry on folks!”
Apparently the sunglasses were an effective disguise, as everyone in the theatre went about their business, failing to notice that Paul-freaking-Rudd was there. I jumped as he waved his hand in front my face, snapping me out of my struck-dumb state.
“Sorry… it’s just… you’re just… I’mkindofinlovewithyou” I blurted out. “No! I didn’t mean that… well, I did. But not like that!”
“Well, thank you” he said with a laugh, “I suppose, in that case, I can forgive you for spilling my popcorn all over the floor”
“I am really, really sorry about that!” I said quickly, reaching into my pocket and pulling out a ten dollar bill to pay him back.
“Oh, don’t worry about that. It’s no big deal… anyways, it was nice meeting you. Bye!” He said kindly, and he turned and began to walk away.
I stood there for a second and stared as he began to make his way inside theatre seven… and then I realized that he was Paul-freaking-Rudd, and he was getting away! I couldn’t let this happen! I didn’t even get a picture, or his autograph… I just stood there gaping like an idiot for five minutes! Immediately my instincts kicked in and I channeled my inner track star that had apparently been dormant for seventeen years.
“PAAAAUL!” I screamed as I ran like a maniac, weaving my way through the crowd of people. “WAAAAIT!”
I saw his beautiful face clad in those clever sunglasses turn towards me, wearing an expression of utter confusion as I barreled toward him, lunging with my arms outstretched. I landed on my stomach at his feet, wrapping my arms around his legs as his confusion turned to downright terror. However, before I knew it I was being lifted off the ground, my kung-fu grip on Paul Rudd’s limbs broken, and hoisted over a broad shoulder.
“What in the hell do you think you’re doing?” said the gruff voice of who I could only assume to be Paul Rudd’s security.
“Put me down right now you big oaf!” I demanded, pounding my fists against the man’s back
“Wow… you really are disturbed” said Paul Rudd, his eyes wide.
“No! I’m not! I’M YOUR BIGGEST FAN! PUT ME DOWN!”
“Okay Miss, I’m going to have to take you with me” the body guard said, “Very sorry about this Mr. Rudd”
“What? Take me with you? Where?! I DIDN’T EVEN GET A PICTURE!” I screamed, as the guard began walking toward the door, Paul Rudd’s face becoming more and more distant. “I’M YOUR BIGGEST FAN PAUL! PUT ME DOWN! TOTES MAGOTES, PAUL! TOTES MAGOTES!”
The last thing I saw before being thrown into the cop car was Paul Rudd assuring people he had no idea who I was, and that the guard would get me back to “the home” safely. Great! Not only did Paul Rudd think I was the biggest psychopath in existence, I was now going to be put in jail for harassment! I mean, sure, maybe I came off a little strong with the whole “I love you” thing, and yes, I did almost tackle him to get a picture… but harassment?! It seemed a little blown out of proportion to me.
I slumped in the back seat of the cop car, wondering how on earth I was going to get myself out of this situation. There was no way I was spending my night in the slammer. That was a place for vicious murderous and thieves, not innocent, adoring fans! My mind raced furiously as I looked around the back seat for anything I could possibly use to make my great escape. As I was feeling around the seat cushions, the cop’s voice distracted me and I realized we were parked at the Tim Horton’s on the end of my street.
“All right, I’m going to go inside and get me a donut… just, uh, don’t move, okay?” He said to me, fumbling with the door’s locks to get out of his car. He didn’t seem too bright, this one.
“You got it, sir” I said, and immediately began rummaging through the back seat when my hand came upon a handle that was hidden along the bottom. Some sort of secret compartment, perhaps? I pulled on the handle, knowing I had limited time, and pulled out a drawer that was filled with a cornucopia of odd items including an orange tie covered with skiing cats, a baseball cap that declared a love for hotdogs, and black eyeliner. I knew the only way out of my predicament was to fool this cop, which didn’t seem like too tricky of a feat. I tied my hair back, putting the hat on my head, and wrapped the tacky tie around my neck. I finished the look off with an eyeliner mustache that curled up at the ends, and a goatee. The only thing left to do was wait.
A few moments later, the cop emerged from Tim Horton’s, clumsily spilling his coffee as he tried to balance it atop a large box of donuts. My heart raced as he grew closer, and I prayed that this disguise would be enough. I need not had worried, however, for his face contorted into complete shock and confusion as he approached the car.
“What the… where the heck did she go?!” He blurted out in a panic as he made his way inside. “How the heck did you get in here?!”
“She’s crazy! Kicked right through the window, she did! Ran off like a maniac, screaming something about getting back to her one true love. Ru Paul, or something like that. I tried to stop her, but she just picked me up and chucked me in here like the bloody Hulk!”
The cop looked absolutely scandalized.
“No freaking kidding…” he said, scratching his shiny head and stuffing a donut in his mouth, “I’m really sorry about that…?”
“Vladimir”
“Right, I’m really sorry about that Vlad. You don’t mind if I call you Vlad? Anyways, I’ll get you home. Donut?”
“No, no I’m fine. I just live at the end of the street” I told him, absolutely elated that this half-baked plan actually worked, and kind of worried that people like this were allowed on the police force.
He pulled into my driveway and opened the door for me, tapping on the glass window.
“All, right Vlad, here you are. Once again, I’m sorry about this mix up”
“Oh, don’t worry” I said nonchalantly, “I’m sure it happens all the time”
“Yeah, I guess it does… thanks for fixing the window, too, by the way! You did a bang-up job; I would never even have known she broke it! All right, take care Vlad!”
I let out a large cheer as I got inside, hardly believing I had actually gotten away with all of that! My mother came into the front hall to see what the commotion was about, and gave me an alarmed look as she saw my odd appearance.
“Deanne, where have you been? And why do you have a moustache…?” She asked, examining my tie and looking downright confused.
“You wouldn’t even believe me if I told you,” I said, making my way upstairs. “And, I’m going to have to go by Vladimir from now on, just so you know. Don’t ask.”
My mother stood at the bottom of the steps, her head tilted to the side, trying to make sense of what she had just seen. However, a Paul Rudd movie marathon was beginning in ten minutes, and my bed was calling me. The story could definitely wait until tomorrow.
“Oh my God… I am so sorry!” I stammered, feeling like an idiot. I was glad that the man’s sunglasses hid his eyes from me, which I could only assume were rolling with complete annoyance.
“No, no… it’s fine.” He said quickly, bending down to help me. “The line’s only… a mile along. Ah, whatever, I shouldn’t be eating that stuff anyway”
I tilted my head up as he began to talk, and thought the voice sounded oddly familiar. As I got a better look at him, a thought began to form in my head… but no, it couldn’t possibly be. In Stoney Creek, of all places? I was wondering whether or not I could trust my already faulty eyes, when I realized that the man was staring right at me, as if he knew the thoughts racing in my head. He gave a knowing smile which I could recognize anywhere, and removed his sunglasses. The theatre was filled with the dramatic gasp that escaped my mouth, which was gaping open in complete shock.
“OH. MY. GOD… PAUL RUDD?!” I screamed.
“Holy crap! Where?!” He yelled, jumping to his feet, quickly putting his sunglasses back on. “No, but seriously kid, shh. I’m trying to go incognito here, if you can’t tell.”
I stood frozen to the spot, hardly daring to believe that the Paul Rudd, a comedic God, was standing in front of me. My eyes could barely take in the buffet of manliness that stood there, as he quickly addressed the interested crowd that my excited scream had attracted.
“I have no idea what she’s talking about...” He said with a hearty, fake laugh. “She, uh, seems a bit disturbed… must be that new SAW movie. Carry on folks!”
Apparently the sunglasses were an effective disguise, as everyone in the theatre went about their business, failing to notice that Paul-freaking-Rudd was there. I jumped as he waved his hand in front my face, snapping me out of my struck-dumb state.
“Sorry… it’s just… you’re just… I’mkindofinlovewithyou” I blurted out. “No! I didn’t mean that… well, I did. But not like that!”
“Well, thank you” he said with a laugh, “I suppose, in that case, I can forgive you for spilling my popcorn all over the floor”
“I am really, really sorry about that!” I said quickly, reaching into my pocket and pulling out a ten dollar bill to pay him back.
“Oh, don’t worry about that. It’s no big deal… anyways, it was nice meeting you. Bye!” He said kindly, and he turned and began to walk away.
I stood there for a second and stared as he began to make his way inside theatre seven… and then I realized that he was Paul-freaking-Rudd, and he was getting away! I couldn’t let this happen! I didn’t even get a picture, or his autograph… I just stood there gaping like an idiot for five minutes! Immediately my instincts kicked in and I channeled my inner track star that had apparently been dormant for seventeen years.
“PAAAAUL!” I screamed as I ran like a maniac, weaving my way through the crowd of people. “WAAAAIT!”
I saw his beautiful face clad in those clever sunglasses turn towards me, wearing an expression of utter confusion as I barreled toward him, lunging with my arms outstretched. I landed on my stomach at his feet, wrapping my arms around his legs as his confusion turned to downright terror. However, before I knew it I was being lifted off the ground, my kung-fu grip on Paul Rudd’s limbs broken, and hoisted over a broad shoulder.
“What in the hell do you think you’re doing?” said the gruff voice of who I could only assume to be Paul Rudd’s security.
“Put me down right now you big oaf!” I demanded, pounding my fists against the man’s back
“Wow… you really are disturbed” said Paul Rudd, his eyes wide.
“No! I’m not! I’M YOUR BIGGEST FAN! PUT ME DOWN!”
“Okay Miss, I’m going to have to take you with me” the body guard said, “Very sorry about this Mr. Rudd”
“What? Take me with you? Where?! I DIDN’T EVEN GET A PICTURE!” I screamed, as the guard began walking toward the door, Paul Rudd’s face becoming more and more distant. “I’M YOUR BIGGEST FAN PAUL! PUT ME DOWN! TOTES MAGOTES, PAUL! TOTES MAGOTES!”
The last thing I saw before being thrown into the cop car was Paul Rudd assuring people he had no idea who I was, and that the guard would get me back to “the home” safely. Great! Not only did Paul Rudd think I was the biggest psychopath in existence, I was now going to be put in jail for harassment! I mean, sure, maybe I came off a little strong with the whole “I love you” thing, and yes, I did almost tackle him to get a picture… but harassment?! It seemed a little blown out of proportion to me.
I slumped in the back seat of the cop car, wondering how on earth I was going to get myself out of this situation. There was no way I was spending my night in the slammer. That was a place for vicious murderous and thieves, not innocent, adoring fans! My mind raced furiously as I looked around the back seat for anything I could possibly use to make my great escape. As I was feeling around the seat cushions, the cop’s voice distracted me and I realized we were parked at the Tim Horton’s on the end of my street.
“All right, I’m going to go inside and get me a donut… just, uh, don’t move, okay?” He said to me, fumbling with the door’s locks to get out of his car. He didn’t seem too bright, this one.
“You got it, sir” I said, and immediately began rummaging through the back seat when my hand came upon a handle that was hidden along the bottom. Some sort of secret compartment, perhaps? I pulled on the handle, knowing I had limited time, and pulled out a drawer that was filled with a cornucopia of odd items including an orange tie covered with skiing cats, a baseball cap that declared a love for hotdogs, and black eyeliner. I knew the only way out of my predicament was to fool this cop, which didn’t seem like too tricky of a feat. I tied my hair back, putting the hat on my head, and wrapped the tacky tie around my neck. I finished the look off with an eyeliner mustache that curled up at the ends, and a goatee. The only thing left to do was wait.
A few moments later, the cop emerged from Tim Horton’s, clumsily spilling his coffee as he tried to balance it atop a large box of donuts. My heart raced as he grew closer, and I prayed that this disguise would be enough. I need not had worried, however, for his face contorted into complete shock and confusion as he approached the car.
“What the… where the heck did she go?!” He blurted out in a panic as he made his way inside. “How the heck did you get in here?!”
“She’s crazy! Kicked right through the window, she did! Ran off like a maniac, screaming something about getting back to her one true love. Ru Paul, or something like that. I tried to stop her, but she just picked me up and chucked me in here like the bloody Hulk!”
The cop looked absolutely scandalized.
“No freaking kidding…” he said, scratching his shiny head and stuffing a donut in his mouth, “I’m really sorry about that…?”
“Vladimir”
“Right, I’m really sorry about that Vlad. You don’t mind if I call you Vlad? Anyways, I’ll get you home. Donut?”
“No, no I’m fine. I just live at the end of the street” I told him, absolutely elated that this half-baked plan actually worked, and kind of worried that people like this were allowed on the police force.
He pulled into my driveway and opened the door for me, tapping on the glass window.
“All, right Vlad, here you are. Once again, I’m sorry about this mix up”
“Oh, don’t worry” I said nonchalantly, “I’m sure it happens all the time”
“Yeah, I guess it does… thanks for fixing the window, too, by the way! You did a bang-up job; I would never even have known she broke it! All right, take care Vlad!”
I let out a large cheer as I got inside, hardly believing I had actually gotten away with all of that! My mother came into the front hall to see what the commotion was about, and gave me an alarmed look as she saw my odd appearance.
“Deanne, where have you been? And why do you have a moustache…?” She asked, examining my tie and looking downright confused.
“You wouldn’t even believe me if I told you,” I said, making my way upstairs. “And, I’m going to have to go by Vladimir from now on, just so you know. Don’t ask.”
My mother stood at the bottom of the steps, her head tilted to the side, trying to make sense of what she had just seen. However, a Paul Rudd movie marathon was beginning in ten minutes, and my bed was calling me. The story could definitely wait until tomorrow.
Wednesday, February 24, 2010
Five Levels of Reading
Today, I learned that there are five different levels of reading. Hooray for learning something new :] Here are some examples, in the form of books and movies, that pertain to each level...or, at least I think I do.
Literal
Marie Antoinette: The Journey
Emotional
My Sister's Keeper (book & movie... almost drowned in my tears)
Moral
SAW II (yes, I'm serious).
Symbolic
The Picture of Dorian Gray
Hyperbolic
Team America: World Police
Literal
Marie Antoinette: The Journey
Emotional
My Sister's Keeper (book & movie... almost drowned in my tears)
Moral
SAW II (yes, I'm serious).
Symbolic
The Picture of Dorian Gray
Hyperbolic
Team America: World Police
Wednesday, February 17, 2010
The Lonely Life of a Laundry Hamper
The life of a laundry hamper certainly is dire. I sit in the dark, cold bathroom all by myself only to be visited when someone has to strip off their sweaty football clothes, or dirty old socks. They blindly chuck their garments at me, pant legs hanging over the side, leaving me feeling both disheveled and neglected. And not to mention downright unclean! The only company I have is the family cat, who sometimes curls up upon the mountain of clothes I so dutifully carry, and whose purring keeps me up throughout the night.
The most exciting part of my week is when I get to travel to the basement, where I am relieved of everyones garments and get to enjoy some new scenary, all though the old and cranky washer and dryer are not the most joyous of company. The best part comes when the laundry is finally finished, and I am filled to the brim with fresh, lemon-scented clothing that warms my lonely soul.
However, those glorious moments do not last, and I am soon emptied and whisked back to the dungeon-like bathroom, ready for the next round of smelly laundry to come my way.
The most exciting part of my week is when I get to travel to the basement, where I am relieved of everyones garments and get to enjoy some new scenary, all though the old and cranky washer and dryer are not the most joyous of company. The best part comes when the laundry is finally finished, and I am filled to the brim with fresh, lemon-scented clothing that warms my lonely soul.
However, those glorious moments do not last, and I am soon emptied and whisked back to the dungeon-like bathroom, ready for the next round of smelly laundry to come my way.
The Mysterious Ringing Noise
I would advise you not to read this, as it was written in twenty minutes and is beyond horrendous.
You would never have guessed what happened as I took my dog, Rigby, for a swift stroll in the woods. He was running along the leaf strewn ground and sniffing every other tree when suddenly he stopped dead. A loud ringing noise was emitting fom the dark depths of the forest, and my tiny dog began to bark wildly. I walked over cautiously to the spot the noise was coming from and noticed someone had dropped a blurry photograph on the ground. Surely this had nothing to do with the strange sound? (It did not). I still could not see the source of the ringing, which steadily grew louder, and decided to step further into the thick wall of trees, my dog trailing close behind me. It was as dark as night, and I could barely see when suddenly I had the bright idea to use the light from my iPod to guide my way. I now had a clearer view, but still had no idea what could be making the annoying sound. Just then, my dog bolted ahead of me, and I took this as a sure sign that he knew where the source of the noise was coming from. iPod in hand, I frantically followed, trying my best not to trip over the many sticks and tree roots as my dog began to bark aggressively. Suddenly I was plunged into total darkness as my trusty iPod died right in the heart of the woods. A feeling of terror washed over me as I noticed that the woods had also gone completely silent, and I searched hurriedly for any sign of Rigby's reflective blue sweater. I was entirely alone, possibly with some horrible ringing creature, and I had lost my dog... my mother was going to kill me, that is, if there was anything left of me. I began to run, calling out my dog's name, and tripped as my shoes snagged on the many branches. The ringing grew louder and my heart pounded as I raced my way through the woods, grisly images of horrible scenarios going through my head. My ears were suddenly met with the joyous sound of yappy barking, and my eyes were met with glorious bright light. In my amazement, I vaguely remembered the age old advice "don't go into the white light" and wondered if there was a McDonalds in heaven. However, I need not have worried, as my eyes were not met with death, but the source of the ominous ringing. I found my dog barking happily not in front of a monster, but outside of a gigantic alarm clock factory. And to think I had gotten myself all worked up for nothing. I scooped my dog up and happily made my way home. And I swear to you that is exactly how it all went down.
I warned you.
:]
You would never have guessed what happened as I took my dog, Rigby, for a swift stroll in the woods. He was running along the leaf strewn ground and sniffing every other tree when suddenly he stopped dead. A loud ringing noise was emitting fom the dark depths of the forest, and my tiny dog began to bark wildly. I walked over cautiously to the spot the noise was coming from and noticed someone had dropped a blurry photograph on the ground. Surely this had nothing to do with the strange sound? (It did not). I still could not see the source of the ringing, which steadily grew louder, and decided to step further into the thick wall of trees, my dog trailing close behind me. It was as dark as night, and I could barely see when suddenly I had the bright idea to use the light from my iPod to guide my way. I now had a clearer view, but still had no idea what could be making the annoying sound. Just then, my dog bolted ahead of me, and I took this as a sure sign that he knew where the source of the noise was coming from. iPod in hand, I frantically followed, trying my best not to trip over the many sticks and tree roots as my dog began to bark aggressively. Suddenly I was plunged into total darkness as my trusty iPod died right in the heart of the woods. A feeling of terror washed over me as I noticed that the woods had also gone completely silent, and I searched hurriedly for any sign of Rigby's reflective blue sweater. I was entirely alone, possibly with some horrible ringing creature, and I had lost my dog... my mother was going to kill me, that is, if there was anything left of me. I began to run, calling out my dog's name, and tripped as my shoes snagged on the many branches. The ringing grew louder and my heart pounded as I raced my way through the woods, grisly images of horrible scenarios going through my head. My ears were suddenly met with the joyous sound of yappy barking, and my eyes were met with glorious bright light. In my amazement, I vaguely remembered the age old advice "don't go into the white light" and wondered if there was a McDonalds in heaven. However, I need not have worried, as my eyes were not met with death, but the source of the ominous ringing. I found my dog barking happily not in front of a monster, but outside of a gigantic alarm clock factory. And to think I had gotten myself all worked up for nothing. I scooped my dog up and happily made my way home. And I swear to you that is exactly how it all went down.
I warned you.
:]
Wednesday, February 10, 2010
Five Books I Would Like to Eat :]
1. A French Dictionary
I would like to eat a French dictionary, not because I think it would taste very good, but because then I could quickly learn to speak an entire language without having to suffer through French class. I have proven to be quite a failure when it comes to the art of learning languages, so it seems that eating the dictionary is my only option.
2. Slaughterhouse-Five
After reading this book in Literature class last semester, I feel that by eating this book I will be doing the students of the future a great favour as I will be forever ridding the world of such an atrocity. You're welcome. :]
3. 1001 Cupcakes, Cookies and Tempting Treats
I'm positive that this book would taste just as good as it sounds! As you know by now, I love to bake, and this book would give me all the recipes, tips and tricks to become an even better baker. And with 1001 desserts, I would probably never have to eat again... we'll just forget that I'll probably end up weighing 1001 lbs :]
4. A Math Textbook
I would eat a math textbook, and probably almost die in the process, because I would like to shock the pants off of all my friends and teachers by reciting all the equations, formulas and other pointless things of which I am so inept. I imagine it would taste like a mixture of dirty hobos and sweaty calculators.
5. Red Carpet Suicide
First of all, I absolutely love Perez Hilton, and I go on his website religiously. So, if I were to eat this scandalous book about the many failures of Hollywood's favourite hot messes, I'd always have a source of entertainment when a computer is out of reach.
HOLLA!
I would like to eat a French dictionary, not because I think it would taste very good, but because then I could quickly learn to speak an entire language without having to suffer through French class. I have proven to be quite a failure when it comes to the art of learning languages, so it seems that eating the dictionary is my only option.
2. Slaughterhouse-Five
After reading this book in Literature class last semester, I feel that by eating this book I will be doing the students of the future a great favour as I will be forever ridding the world of such an atrocity. You're welcome. :]
3. 1001 Cupcakes, Cookies and Tempting Treats
I'm positive that this book would taste just as good as it sounds! As you know by now, I love to bake, and this book would give me all the recipes, tips and tricks to become an even better baker. And with 1001 desserts, I would probably never have to eat again... we'll just forget that I'll probably end up weighing 1001 lbs :]
4. A Math Textbook
I would eat a math textbook, and probably almost die in the process, because I would like to shock the pants off of all my friends and teachers by reciting all the equations, formulas and other pointless things of which I am so inept. I imagine it would taste like a mixture of dirty hobos and sweaty calculators.
5. Red Carpet Suicide
First of all, I absolutely love Perez Hilton, and I go on his website religiously. So, if I were to eat this scandalous book about the many failures of Hollywood's favourite hot messes, I'd always have a source of entertainment when a computer is out of reach.
HOLLA!
Thursday, February 4, 2010
25 Things I Like to Write or Write About
1. Stories
2. Short Stories
3. Essays (sometimes)
4. T3XT M3SS4G3S
5. Blogs
6. E-mails
7. Stupid notes
8. Reviews
9. Myself
10. Books
11. Friends/Family
12. Movies
13. People
14. Letters
15. The Future
16. MSN Conversations
17. Facebook comments (sometimes)
18. Short Poems (sometimes)
19. Analyses
20. Animals
21. Things happening in the world
22. Cards
23. Lists
24. Plans
25. Random thoughts
2. Short Stories
3. Essays (sometimes)
4. T3XT M3SS4G3S
5. Blogs
6. E-mails
7. Stupid notes
8. Reviews
9. Myself
10. Books
11. Friends/Family
12. Movies
13. People
14. Letters
15. The Future
16. MSN Conversations
17. Facebook comments (sometimes)
18. Short Poems (sometimes)
19. Analyses
20. Animals
21. Things happening in the world
22. Cards
23. Lists
24. Plans
25. Random thoughts
It's Pronounced "Dee- Anne" not "Dean".
Holaaa :]
My name is Deanne McCabe, and I am a grade twelve student at Orchard Park Secondary School. I'm not really sure what I want to do with my life yet, so I'm both excited for and dreading the end of June when I finally graduate. The four years have absolutely flown by! I'm thinking I'll take a year off and work full time, and hopefully I'll get some idea of what to do next! :]
I love my family, they're the most important thing in the world to me, as are my friends. My best friends in particular make me laugh harder than anyone, and I'd absolutely die without them! <3
I consider myself to be a pretty nice person, and I really try not to judge people before I get to know them properly. I'm kind of quiet at school, but when I'm with my friends I'm much louder and outgoing. I am also a self-proclaimed geek, as my obsession with Harry Potter borders on insanity. I think anyone who knows me would agree with this :]
My spare time usually includes hanging out with my friends, baking, msn, talking on the phone, going to the theaters and watching the same movies over and over until I can almost recite them.
I plan on winning the lottery on my eighteenth birthday (so OLD!), so this will most definitely aid me in my desire to travel the world. I especially want to go to London, England! However, I suppose I'll have to overcome my fear of airplanes first. I also want to see as many Broadway shows as I can... as of now, I've seen one. But I am getting there! :]
As for books and writing, I cannot say I'm an *avid* reader, but I definitely enjoy reading. If I start a book that I really love, I tend to read it straight through without stopping. As you already know, I love Harry Potter. I also love the book "My Sister's Keeper" by Jodi Picoult. It makes me cry EVERY SINGLE TIME. I also do enjoy writing, though I definitely doubt my abilities sometimes! But I'm looking forward to this course, and expanding on whatever writing skills I have!
So yeah... I don't think this sums me up perfectly, but it's a start. Thaaaanks for reading :]
/awkward ending.
My name is Deanne McCabe, and I am a grade twelve student at Orchard Park Secondary School. I'm not really sure what I want to do with my life yet, so I'm both excited for and dreading the end of June when I finally graduate. The four years have absolutely flown by! I'm thinking I'll take a year off and work full time, and hopefully I'll get some idea of what to do next! :]
I love my family, they're the most important thing in the world to me, as are my friends. My best friends in particular make me laugh harder than anyone, and I'd absolutely die without them! <3
I consider myself to be a pretty nice person, and I really try not to judge people before I get to know them properly. I'm kind of quiet at school, but when I'm with my friends I'm much louder and outgoing. I am also a self-proclaimed geek, as my obsession with Harry Potter borders on insanity. I think anyone who knows me would agree with this :]
My spare time usually includes hanging out with my friends, baking, msn, talking on the phone, going to the theaters and watching the same movies over and over until I can almost recite them.
I plan on winning the lottery on my eighteenth birthday (so OLD!), so this will most definitely aid me in my desire to travel the world. I especially want to go to London, England! However, I suppose I'll have to overcome my fear of airplanes first. I also want to see as many Broadway shows as I can... as of now, I've seen one. But I am getting there! :]
As for books and writing, I cannot say I'm an *avid* reader, but I definitely enjoy reading. If I start a book that I really love, I tend to read it straight through without stopping. As you already know, I love Harry Potter. I also love the book "My Sister's Keeper" by Jodi Picoult. It makes me cry EVERY SINGLE TIME. I also do enjoy writing, though I definitely doubt my abilities sometimes! But I'm looking forward to this course, and expanding on whatever writing skills I have!
So yeah... I don't think this sums me up perfectly, but it's a start. Thaaaanks for reading :]
/awkward ending.
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