| Saturday, March 29, 2008 |
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Slid down the rainbow at 5:45 PM  |
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| Friday, March 28, 2008 |
| Belly Buses Bark Back. |
| I'm having Blogger's Block. I'm so sleepy. I shaved. It feels so nice. I keep thinking about things I want to post about in the middle of the day, and telling myself I'll remember them for later, but I never do. Oh, well for one thing, I wanted to share a stupid thought, that you could make fun of me for during the future. So,, I know this sounds immensely short bus but, I'd never really put together the thought that when you eat out each person can eat something different, and when you eat at home, everyone has to eat the same food. Now, I mean I knew these two facts but for some reason I had never thought about that being a pro for eating out. I'm sure you have no idea what I'm talking about, and think I'm on crack, but I'm just having trouble explaining it. Anyway, I think Mister Rodgers is my old guy crush. I mean for serious. It seems ridiculous because he sings songs pleading for you to be his friend, and he's the neighborhood father, but if you get a good look at him her really is good looking. Now you have several things you can make fun of me for. My hair is braided. I wish I knew how to french braid. I mean technically I do know how to, but i can't seem to actually apply it to my own, or anyone else's, head. I can't believe I got stuck in this stupid generation. I missed out on funk, and swing dancing, and being a hippie, and the charleston, and Jazz, and so much stuff. And got stuck with the generation that will be remembered for its rap and profane r&b. Lame. Gosh I wish I knew what to say. Remind me to tell you about Ethan. Because I don't want to post that, but I do want you to know. I'll exchange you for your dreams. I'm going driving again tomorrow, yaya. And this time I'll actually get to drive in the road. Not in a stupid parking lot. So, your permit? That's way cool. I can't wait for my permit. I'm too excited about driving. But, most others... probably aren't excited about me driving. Just an instinct. I think I'm gonna blow this popsicle stand. Check ya later. LLL. Labels: old guy crush |
| Slid down the rainbow at 9:51 PM |
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| Thursday, March 27, 2008 |
| Sorry, |
| That I didn't post yesterday. I just didn't get a chance too. Silver, Karen's dog, is hilarious. Such a spaz. She doesn't like me, because I didn't feed her chocolate into her sweet succulant death. My brother is pissed about some basketball game. He wanted me to tell you because he keeps reading what I'm typing. He knows what I just typed, because I'm sure he's still watching. I'm pissed because my iPod is dead and it's not with me the one time I have a chance to charge it. I painted a really cool box. You'll have to see it. Oh, guess what. I was watching Fay Grimm with Karen and my Dad, and my Dad had to research it, because that's what he does. And he figured out that it's a sequel to the movie Henry Fool. So I'm thinking we need to hit that. Why can't I think of anything to say. I do not know, I do not know. But I do know that I need to shower. Very bad. So I'll think I'll go, but I think I'll be up later tonight, so I'll post some then. Later, twinkletoes. |
| Slid down the rainbow at 9:02 PM |
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| Tuesday, March 25, 2008 |
| What to do... |
to die today, at a minute or two till two.
a thing distinctly hard to say, but harder still to do.
What be to tat two at a quarter till two, at a rat-a-tat quarter till two.
And the dragon will come when he hears the drum.
At a minute or two till two today, at a minute..or two...till two.
Haha. That just came into my head for some reason.
Anywhooserwhatsit.
My cousins and Siblings are playing Rabid Burrito...
It never seems as much fun as it was the first time though.
Okay this is going o have to end short and sweet, because I gotta go eat. |
| Slid down the rainbow at 5:23 PM |
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| The Rest of Spring Break. |
Tomorrow I leave for Jackson. Come back here Friday night, and leave Sunday morning for home. I'm going to miss play practice but that's alright. As long as I don't miss another. Today, I went to Garibaldi's, this really great Mexican place because they make really good Chile Pablanos, and that's why I wanted to go there, and I'd been dreaming about them. And I ordered them and I was all happy. And then--the waiter came back to the table and said, "I'm sorry maim, we are all out of Pablano Peppers." And I almost burst into tears. It was very, very upsetting.
I don't know if you know this about me, but I am a champion at pinball. I play way too much when I'm here, it's probably not good for my health. Yea, beware of my sweet pinball skills. They will...blow...your...mind.
I don't know why, but I feel like I'm in one of those movies where people are typing creepy messages to each other and they type pyschopathic things really slow. Oh, I went driving today. And I am a beast. Don't you like how modest I am being in this post? It's easy to get big-headed in a small town I guess.
I'm going to go but make sure you scroll down past the list, because I posted I draft that I realize I had accidently saved it as a draft.
But, Bye... |
| Slid down the rainbow at 5:05 PM |
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| Monday, March 24, 2008 |
| A list of reply. |
If Chelsea were a parent.
A good one she would be.
The Children she'll be sent.
Will all be filled with glee.
Why?
1. She is all about the inner-child.
2. She always loves playing games.
3. She is a very good listener.
4. She quickly learns your ways.
5. She worries anytime she hears an "Ow."
6. She's good at tasting food for any flaws before you eat them.
7. Her kids will learn to write faster than anyone else.
8. Her kids won't be bullies. (mine will, haha.)
9. She likes to observe.
10. She knows a lot of life's lessons, due to making so many mistake...hehe.
11. She knows not to name her kid Wulf.
12. She's got a good taste in guys. (Genes, baby.)
13. She likes fixing things. (Situations, not items)
14. She's good at knowing when to take a picture.
15. She naturally gets up early. (Freak.)
16. She's good-hearted all around.
17. She's gullible. (Children love that....haha.
18. She'll let her kids drink coffee. |
| Slid down the rainbow at 6:18 PM |
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| Where I'm At. |
| I love this town sometimes. It's one of those tiny towns you just can't write. There's a burger joint called Bill's Hamburgers and ther are only three employees there. Reed, the town Luke. This teenager who has the hospitality of Amanda D. And this old woman who makes a killer milkshake. Okay, I'm not trying to be mean to those on the homefront. But, everyone here is really pretty. I know that's a weird thing to say. But who always wins the Miss America Pagents? Tennessee and Mississippi. I wonder if it has to do with the air. It kinda freakish. Anyway, Ethan might be taking me to the ranch where he trains tennessee walking horses. I am definitely excited about that. Grrr...my Uncle Andrew better sleep with both eyes open tonight. I always forget how much he bugs me. My dad started telling me about the Soccer team here, and Andrew keeps making these weird grunty sighy noises. And my dad asked him if he'd heard about how good the team was here, and Andrew, knowing that I've played soccer my whole life, says "I don't know anything about that Eurotrash soccer." And I dropped my jaw and gave him a dirty look, and then he goes "Oh, are you still playing? I wouldn't have said anything if I thought you'd still be playing that." With an negative emphasis on the that. He is such an ass. I've noticed that my mom's side of the family is all so sweet with exception for one, Uncle Robert. Everyone on my Dad's side of the family is kind of cold or bitchy or something, except for my grandfather. He's so sweet. He's just got a really good heart. Even if we can't hear a thing he says. And he works all the time. He gets up every morning at around five, and walk a mile or two. And he works all day. And he takes care of grandmom all night. He's just a really good guy. I miss my family on my moms side. I never see my cousins anymore. They are all spread out and gone to college. It makes me want to be four again. I love being four. What a great age. Anyway I think I'll skadoodle. Later Alligater. |
| Slid down the rainbow at 5:42 PM |
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| Wonder what's on the radio... |
MONDAY MORNING!(Bada-badadadada) So good to me...(Bada-badadadada)
It's bright and early Monday morning and I am glad to be posting. I'd like to note that being off from school is such a wonderful thing, that it simply must happen more often. Brains need rest. Children need to play. It's their nature. Or used to be. Before books, and calculators, and projects. I've been thinking about the musical front. What else have you got to see? Well, we've hit The Sound of Music, Oklahoma, My Fair Lady, The Music Man, Annie, Singin' in the Rain. Is that it, folks? You still need to see Chicago, West Side Story, Funny Face, An American in Paris, The King and I, Seven Brides for Seven Brothers (It's a good mockery movie.) And I'm sure there's more. Your musical adventure has just now begun. Oh, yea, and you need to watch the newer Annie, because Victor Garber tap-dances. Anyway, we do need to get on that. So, I wish I was the type of person who could make herself write a book, because I always have ideas for them, but I don't think I could ever sit down and write a book. See, you can, but I have no work ethic. I resent you for that. I have all these little traits and things that I would like to make characters have, but I couldn't ever create a whole character, so a whole book seems absurd. Same with a lot of things with me. Like my room. I'd like to completely redo my room and have things hanging from the ceiling and make curtains, so on and so forth. Oh, or I'll want to design clothes, but not do the work of actually sewing them together. So I always have things going that I can't finish. Books, clothes, letters, songs, paintings, anything. I'm lazy. And people try to convince me that I am not. But, I really, really am. I know myself better than anyone and I am a flat out lazy bum. I want a baby. Because I would do anything for them, even if I was too tired. Because, my goal is to make them happy. And that's how I can tell I was meant to be a mother. And now, I am out of things to say...
So, this is Elle Benny signing off at 11:27, telling all that sometimes you just need to get up and dance. |
| Slid down the rainbow at 8:29 AM |
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| Sunday, March 23, 2008 |
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| Blogging. Now that I am here, my father tells me that his computer is not here, but in Jackson. I will not be in Jackson until about tuesday or wednesday, so until then i will try to blog as much as possible on my grandparents computer, which is about 9 years old. I'm not sure why, since they are filthy rich. But it is, and my grandfather is blind as a bat and the screen is all blown-up so that approximately 23 words fit onto one page of this scroll box. So, it's hard to judge how much I am actually typing. Anyway, the trip was pretty good. Even though my iPod died within the first 12 or so minutes, and everything I try to do makes me so carsick I want to puke my lungs out. Me and my dad quizzed each other on show themes, but we couldn't think of the Lone Ranger or Sanford and Son. We eventually thought of them though. I have even weirder dreams in Mississippi. One about Mr. Hutchinson, which was way weird. And one about about a bowl of "cocoa powder" that tasted of burnt fish. We had an easter egg hunt for easter. First me, my brother, and my cousin hid them for natalie and stacey. And I hid them in really evil places, so my sister got my Dad to help her hide them in freaksihly evil places. And then she tormented us the whole time. She is alot more evil when you start to drive south. Good lord, I am so excited about spring break. I am so sick of school. I wish I had drama class all the time. By the way, A******** Arts Center is really cool. Mainly the class. It's just like drama class at school. The teacher even reminds me of Ms. Daniel. She's got long red curly hair and we play the same games and we did the adjective with name thing the first day. The play isn't quite as much fun, but just because the kids in it are a whole lot younger than I am. But it's still a lot of fun. I'm an indian, and we chant and make a bunch of hilarious noises. Oh, the show is on May 1st by the way, if you wanted to come. Ergg...I'm having brain blockage. Nothing to say. How can this be. Oh yea, I can't decide whether or not to do band. But I'm almost positive I'm not. I just keep regretting it for some odd reason. I hope this post is semi-lengthy, because I can't really tell, and I can't think of what else to say. I'll get inspired again soon. I'm sure. Au Revoir For Now. [frenchtoast] |
| Slid down the rainbow at 2:56 PM |
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| Sunday, March 09, 2008 |
| sweetness for the feetness. |
and the head and neckness!!! I love my harf! I'm so wearing it in school tomorrow. I have to show Ms. Hudzik, she'll appreciate it. Grrr...I still have to find all my articles for my current events. Which won't take long. I'm pretty sure I didn't finish my geometry homework yet either. Oh well.
I'll post later. I'll try. |
| Slid down the rainbow at 5:40 PM |
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