Saving Up For A Laptop

Yeah, that's pretty hard to do when you are me. In my family, you don't get a laptop until you are a freshman in high school. Because I'm going into 7th grade this year, and I need to keep up with blogging and want to be able to do research etc. for school whenever I need to, I decided to go up and present my argument to my parents with several long, detailed e-mails. I haven't gotten an official yes, (hopefully there is a yet in front of that..) but I feel pretty confident.

I'm shooting for the Apple Macbook, which is $999. I found one on craigs list for $250, and I earlier said that I would commit at least $200 to the laptop. I almost wish I didn't say that, even though I know I really want a laptop. You know, school, blogging, etc. So now there's no backing out.. I was out shopping the other day with my friend (Yeah I know, real smooth.. that will just make myself run for my wallet which is luckily at dads house.) and I'm like.. eeeh!! I wanna buy stuff.. classical girl.

The only way I can pretty much make money is babysitting (which hasn't begun yet.. I am certified.. all I need is a kid or two to look after..), allowance, chores, rolling coins, and selling stuff on eBay.

What I find strange is when something belongs to a famous person, and it's for sale, it's automatically worth so much more. I never quite understood that. It's like, oh, wait, Miley Cyrus owned this and that one day and she actually touched it! OH my gosh!! Miley Cyrus touched this and that!! Any freak could go online to eBay, and (just for example) they're selling an iPod classic. All they would have to do is put something like "Miranda Cosgrove's iPod Classic" up, and it would be worth tons. I find that so stupid. Yeah, it might be cool for like, historical people who are dead.. but the whole living famous people thing... no, I don't get it.

Jazz Hands Kitten

Typical summer afternoon, moms week, I'm chilling at home working on my blog and checking out buzz feed, and there's this video of a poor little gray kitten that whenever someone does jazz hands, the kitten will imitate the jazz hands as best as the little kitten can. Pretty hilarious.

The New Apple iPhone 4

This seems like a pretty amazing device that comes out today. The new, glossy iPhone has an HD video camera on both sides of it for "face time" I believe Apple calls it, which is a phone call, but you can see the other persons face as you talk, as if you were literally speaking to them without a device. It's simply amazing that we are capable of such things with technology.

What rocks about having the iPhone 3GS at this time, is that I get half of the features of an iPhone 4 for no extra cost. Just download the new software. What I find hilarious, is some people with the old versions of the iPhone don't know you can do that, so they insist on getting the newest model. Lucky for apple.

The only thing I wish I had from the iPhone 4 that isn't software is the bigger A4 battery, and the HD video. Everyone seems to love the new boxy glossy design of it, and I personally don't like it at all. When you put the iPhone 3GS in your pocket, the round edges tone off the bulkiness. Now with the new rectangular boxy design, it will be difficult to keep in your pocket without someone looking at your pocket, and seeing the design and asking, "Yo dude you have an iPhone 4. " then the other guy goin like, "oh yeah thanks for reminding me. ".


From left to right to bottom: iPhone 3GS, iPhone 3G, iPhone 4

              

 

Check out this video for the iPhone 4, seems to have serious connection problems, and something wacky with the bottom left corner..

http://www.buzzfeed.com/dinoi/iphone-4-hates-lefthanded-people-dj0

My First Time Singing In Front of a Crowd

Think about that for a sec. 500 faces staring at you, and you are elevated on a big stage. Alone. And of course they have to put a spotlight on you as well. Just to enhance the moment of course. Pretty creepy for first timers.

It was just this year in school, second to last week of 6th grade. They hold a "variety" show that's just another name for "Get in front of the entire school and embarress yourself" show. They hold variety shows for grades 3 and up in my old school. I was never in the previous variety shows, plus I was going to sing in front of a fairly large crowd for the first time.

I had sent out a big email to all my contacts asking them what I should sing. I got a lot of encouragement from my friends, and I felt pretty confident. I was singing a song by Kelly Clarkson called Breakaway. I thought it would be appropriate because I was graduating elementary school this year.

A fifth grader from student counsil announces my performance, and hands the mic to me. Oh god. Here goes. Please let me hit the low notes and not have voice cracks on the high ones. I prayed. No time for that, I was up. Here goes nothing.


I ended up doing amazing! I got tons of high fives on the way back to my seat. I was practically shaking on stage while I sang I was so nervous.

I hope I can do it again sometime in the future. There's my first step toward my " singing career": facing stage fright and memorizing lyrics.

That is progress my friend, and progress is happy news.

Day Trip To Hampton Beach

Week at moms,  a laid-back-blogging-with-ice-tea-bringing-it-out-real-nice few days of the week, and Wednesday is my moms day off. Thankfully, today she didn't have any real estate things going on, just a few showings. Great stuff: we don't have to be there during showings. Ha! See ya later. My mom, my brother, and I went to Hampton Beach for the day. Yeah, classical summer thing, I know. It wasn't that bad though. When I tried out the water, (stupid me, going in thinking it would be warm, heck, I haven't been in the ocean since the painful jellyfish incident in 2006) it was cold as heck. Gosh, I felt like such a freak trying to slowly inch in toward the ocean, while right next to me, there are 3 year olds running straight in and going under the waves. Sigh.

I discovered the painfully obvious fact that day that it is impossible to slowly inch your way into the ocean, taking your sweet time. No, once you are a couple steps into the zone where the freezing salty water just barely touches your knees, you will get hit (hard) with a wave almost every 5 seconds.

One of the great things that I love about Hampton Beach is the outstanding sand sculptures that go on. I saw one that was a smiling moon and sun next to each other (See? Opposites DO attract!) , a sand TV that had "The Weather Channel" ingraved in the screen. Good luck watching the weather on that thing. Cloudy with a chance of sand. That was my little trip to Hampton Beach today. :) By the way, I'm pretty sure that next June they will have another sand sculpting competition. Don't miss it!!

Here are a few examples of sand sculptures I found online (I didn't have my camera or even my phone to take pictures!! Stupid, I know. Hampton Beach is pretty much known for there sculptures:

 

The New Miley Cyrus?

 Miley Cyrus, in my opinion is a beautiful and wonderful person who is very talented. She has many hit pop songs, her own TV show, (Hannah Montana, Disney Channel) many albums, etc. 

I was looking on iTunes, and I saw she had a new album out. The songs were pretty good, but after I clicked the preview of a few of her new songs, I noticed that none of these seem like the kind of songs that Miley would sing. Just think about it: A year ago or so, Miley is teen pop sensation Hannah Montana who sings positive, life experience songs that she can relate to. I don't know if she writes her own music or not, but songs like, "Nobody's Perfect", "Life's What You Make It" and "You Will Always Find Your Way Back Home" are great examples of songs that relate to her, and now I'm a bit upset on the direction Miley is going with her music. She almost seems like the gothic type from the look of her album cover. Can we all just take a look and compare the titles of the songs for a sec? Look up a few sentences, and look at the song titles I said. Now here are 3 titles from her new album (Can't Be Tamed): "Scars", "Can't Be Tamed", "Every Rose Has It's Thorn". This is bad.. personally, I think. She used to be a sweet, loving girl who sang positively to the world, having fun with it all, but now, it almost seems like Miley Cyrus is a goth. I'm not saying she is, it just almost seems like it. I just simply can't believe she's made this drastic of a change in her songs, and I don't think it will do her good.

Good luck to Miley, whatever she decides to do next..

Tragic Sign: Cats Need Help

Hello! I was roming around town and I saw this tragic sign. Somebody needs a temperary foster home for kittens, pregnant moms and cats. They can supply litter and food if needed. I thought that was so sad, because my family can't help them right now, so please help! Call 781- 893 2287, and please visit www.thecatconnection.org
They can also provide medical visits for pregnant cats. If you for some odd reason can't take care of these kittens and their pregnant moms at the time, at least tell somebody you know who might be willing to help. Thanks so much!!!!!! :D

The Great Cactus Rescue of 2010 for Peter

PB&J on rye bread = gross. That's what we had for lunch the day we rescued the quarter pieces of half of the inherited Peter cactus, which somehow came from the original Peter cactus, owned by our good friend Peter. (Human. Yes.) Here's how it all began.....


In the beginning.. my dads friend Peter had a cactus named Peter. Peter was a tall, strong cactus with many branches and still stands today... too tall. Somehow, Erik Heels, my dad, inherited part of the cactus to keep for himself. This cactus's name was Peter as well. (I sense a pattern here... ) The inherited Peter that was now apart of the Heels family travelled to our home that I lived in for the majority of my life, the first 9 years of my life. Peter would always sit in the corner of the main hallway in front near the front door. The inherited Peter never grew any arms like the original Peter. ... Aw. When my parents decided to get divorced, we cut the Peter in half. Each parent got a half. Here comes the great cactus rescue of 2010.

Moms half of the inherited Peter is sitting in the corner of our living room, which is now finally growing a small, pathetic branch. Not getting very far.. but hey, it's progress. Progress = Happy. Dads half- well.. here's where things get crazy and interesting. Dad split his half into 4 pieces. Keeping the classical Peter tradition, he named each quarter: P, E, T, and ER. Classical, huh. He wanted each person in his house to have one part of the traditional Peter, and pass on the Peter to their kids. Sweet. So how the heck does this have to do with rescuing?? Well. After my dad potted the small sections of the Peter, now named P, E, T, and ER, he brought them to his office where he managed to over water them. Now that it's pretty much summer on our side of the country, dad decided in order to keep the Peter tradition alive was to repot them, because he began to see small brownish gross spots on the bottom parts of the cactus piece. We all know what that means. (Yeah.. some of you are like.. er... we do?!?! No you don't. I'm not a cactus expert either, I learned this a couple days ago from my dad. Ha..) It means that if you don't repot the cactus, it will die in the next few weeks. Dang.. so much for the Peter tradition.

Back to present day reality. Just yesterday, my dad went to his office, somehow managed to get 4 little cacti into the trunk of his small little blue Subaru Legacy (his new used car.. the van that was like 13 years old finally died.. Sam, my brother; totally overjoyed that it was finally gone. ... K..) and brought them back to his house. Me, in my classical pajamas, which consists of my brown blogger shirt and my red moose pants which I love, was helping to bring the cacti onto the porch with the potting soil and other things that are required to repot cacti. It was such a mess.. yeah, I know, I'm such a girl being like, "eeew it's getting all over me..." but seriously, if you were there, you have to admit that was just so disgusting and dirty. But that's okay. I decided to claim P because that was the only one of the cacti that had a normal head. All the others had the flattop chop off look. Ew.

In the process of this all, I managed to get my fuzzy-yet-dirty-because-of-my-feet-being-in-them-all-the-time slippers all dirty. We were going to the pool later, so that's okay. (Ha.. your thinking.. how the heck does going to the pool later fix everything?! I will tell you: because pools ROCK. Especially the kind that are in your neighborhood.)

Thus continues the great Peter tradition... I wonder if the original (human) Peter knows about all this...

Sports Are Always A Mistake In The Beginning

Just think about it. When a new sport comes, it's always invented by mistake. Take synchronized swimming for an example. There are 2 brothers at a pool, one is chilling and doing some strokes, and the other brother, trying to be annoying, starts copying him. You know, the conversation would go somewhere along the lines of:
"Dude! Stop copying my moves!"
"What if I don't wanna??"
"Ugh. Fine. If you're going to copy me, then I get to play the music I want."

Still not convinced? Try two man bobsledding. Okay, there are 2 brothers at a bobsledding hill, and one brother so innocent and nice, is just about to go bobsledding, when the other brother jumps in to annoy him.
"Dude! Get off!"
"What if I don't wanna??"
"Well, fine! Be that way, but... I kinda like this!"
"So do I!"

Okay, now lets try baseball. There are 2 brothers at a park, playing catch. (With some ordinary ball.. like a beach ball or something.) One of the brothers is scared of the ball. Poor guy. The other brother throws the ball, and the scared brother hits it with a stick, and runs in circles for dear life.

It's all a mistake. Got more suggestions? I'd be happy to here them! And it doesn't have to start with 2 brothers. That's just my way of starting things and showing a theme to things. But if you have any more accidental sport stories, let me know down below. :)