HAPPY DARN 13TH BIRTHDAY!!!

HAPPY BIRTHDAY ZOMBIEMAN13!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! You a happy 13 year old yet???

Why I Love My Dad

When my dad talks about history, he changes into a different person. He changes from the jokey man who, when I called him to ask when he'd be home, told me he was "driving north on a four-lane paved road", to someone who knows anything and everything. You can ask him about Hitler, Gandhi, Churchill, or Mandela, and he'll provide you with a mini-biography. His favorite person to talk about though? Mark Twain. When you ask him about Twain, his voice gets deep and powerful and seems to take on the tone of men yelling to each other along the Mississippi River, of young men evading their Aunt Pollys, of an old man, writing everything he knows. He stares off into the distance, and you know he's seeing Twain giving a speech or watching him write. He can tell you anything. My dad loves history. The facts, the people, the events.
My father is also an amazing storyteller. He can tell you about Gandhi and make it seem like a fairytale. Or not, depending on the tolerance of the listener.
After talking to him for about an hour tonight, I am left with only one question: Why is he a lawyer and not a history professor?

Dear Maggie-

Dear Maggie-

Hi, sweet kitty! How are you doing, up in heaven? We miss you a lot, and it's only been a day and a half. Have you met Ranger again? Did you rub noses and remember all the fun you had as little kittens, peeing on itty-widdle baby-waby Beatlechick24's possessions? Or did you reminisce about that one year you went to Maine for Christmas? How were his new owners? Did they treat him well?
Please don't find new owners. We miss you too much for you to do that. Or, no. I give you permission to live with Lady Linda McCartney, but no one else.
I'm going to be writing letters to you now almost daily. You can't read my diary, so this is how I'll keep in touch with you.
I love you. Stick with Ranger and I'll see you in, oh, I don't know, 87-ish years? That's a long time, but it'll be okay. You have new friends already, I'll bet.
I love you. A lot.
Love,
"Gertrude".

Ode to the Best Cat in the World: In Memory

Maggie Mae-

I love you. You are the best, furriest, fluffiest cat in the world. You smell sooooo good. You are always there to comfort me. Broken wrist? To your furry little face I scurried. Same with mean boys, bad grades, or family spats. And now, the time has come for you to leave us. You've been around 15 and a half years, and now you're elderly. Peeing on your parent's bed is never a good sign, I guess.
I love you. You've always been there for me, and you've never let me down. I can't believe how sad I am right now. It's like a curtain is over my head, a veil is blocking my eyes and ears and everything I see and hear is distorted. I almost can't breathe for grief. There's only so much screaming and sobbing one girl can do.
It's ironic, but this is happening four days after my birthday. It sucks. It really does.
I love you, will always love you, and I will remember you. One day, I'll tell my kids about the best cat in the world, Maggie Mae. And hey, if I'm lucky, I might even see you again. Whenever I look at a stuffed Tigger, I'll think of you, my furry little baby, older sister, confidant, best friend.
I love you.

Ribco

Hey. I hate Ribco, in case you haven't realized this yet. If you don't know who Ribco is, he's the alter ego of my friend Zombieman13. Read his blog at www.zombieman13.blogspot.com. Yeah. Go read it. You'll know why I hate him.

2012

Do you believe in 2012? I do. I think that the producers of the movie "2012" saw the future and decided to tell us unsuspecting humans. So when we die, I hope I've met Paul McCartney, seen The Who live, and gotten a book published.
Wouldn't you love to meet Paul McCartney?? I'd be all, "OMG YOU'RE PAUL MCCARTNEY!" I'd talk to him so much that he'd get annoyed, slap me across the face, give me a "boot to the head" (thanks John Cleese!) and strut away. Then I'd realize that he was old, get over him, and GO STALK ROGER DALTREY!
I'd like to shout a "WOOT WOOT!!!" to Monty Python. John Cleese, Michael Palin, Terry Jones, Terry Gilliam, Eric Idle, and Graham Chapman. If you've never seen any of their stuff, go onto Youtube and search "Monty Python self defense from fruit", "Monty Python it's the mind", "Monty Python fish slapping dance", "Monty Python confuse a cat", "Monty Python ministry of silly walks", or just plain ole' "Monty Python", because everything they do is pure genius.

Zombies vs. Unicorns

My friend Alex was just telling me about a book she's reading, and once I get my hands on it, I think it'll be my favorite book EVER!!!! It's about zombies and unicorns and unicorns, and they all love The Beatles and The Who! I've read books where they talk about The Beatles- I mean, who hasn't?- but never, not once have I heard someone in a book talk about The Who. What's the matter with people?!?! John Entwistle, Keith Moon, Pete Townshend, and Roger Daltrey deserve recognition!!! They are just as amazing as The Beatles! I can see why parents would want their kids listening to "Eleanor Rigby" over "You Better You Bet", but for kids over, like, 10, The Who is fantastic!!!!!! But I was talking about "Zombies vs. Unicorns". Sorry. Anyway, one of the characters started to sing "Behind Blue Eyes" apparently, so I HAVE to borrow it from Alex.
I woke up this morning in a foul mood. But on the way to school, I listened to a song on my iPod that said, "La la how their life goes on", and another one that said, "If I smile tell me some bad news before I laugh and act like a fool." I decided to go with the first song.

PS- If anyone knows what songs those lyrics are from, comment on this post. If you're right, you'll get the song of knowing that you are enlightened in the ways of SUPER FABTABULOUS MUSIC!
Shanti shanti.

OMG- Funniest. Quote. EVER!

Okay, so I'm hanging out with one of my best friends, ya know? And being the way we are, we talk about the most random stuff in the universe. We were talking about musicals and my friend, who by the way now has a blog on blogspot, which you can read by going to www.missing-ideas.blogspot.com, just joined a musical. She told me I would have liked it if I had joined. I proceded to protest, "No, I won't join musicals because I don't sing!!!" She looked at me like I had just grown wings and a pig's tail and flown to Pluto, and says, "You don't sing? YOU DON'T SING?? That's the biggest lie you've ever told in your life besides 'I'm fine' and 'No I don't like him!!'" I then proceded to roll around on the floor laughing my head off and gasping for breath. I'm still rotflmho.

Diana. Diana, Diana, Diana.

I don't know about the rest of y'all, but my day so far has been all about England. And not frivolous England, like stuff that doesn't really matter, or isn't relevant, like The Beatles or The Who (says the girl listening to the Beatles while she writes this), but interesting England. English history. I went to see a Princess Diana exhibit in a museum today, and it was amazing. Breathtaking, spectacular, wonderful, incredible, fantastic, superb.
The exhibit started with her tiara. That alone took your breath away. After that, you walked into a room dedicated to the women in the Spencer family. My head was spinning after that room alone. I had never seen so much costly adornment, and all in one place! It was diamonds, silver, gold, you name it and it was in that room.
The next room was her childhood. Ballet and tap-dancing shoes, handwritten letters to her parents, addressed "Dear Mummy and Daddy", and "Darling Dad", diaries, school uniforms, childhood toys, portraits, photo albums, report cards. It was cool to see such a legend as a child. There were photos and videos taken of her by her father that were placed and shown throughout that room.
Room number four was dedicated to her charitable works. Photos of Diana in all sorts of places all over the world were the room's main attraction. There was a prayer book, given to her by Mother Theresa, in a glass case.
The fifth room was, in my opinion, the big shebang, the whole reason for the exhibit: The wedding gown Princess Diana wore when she married Prince Charles on July 29, 1981! It was in a giant glass case, on a mannequin. The thing was stunning. Made of ivory silk with sequins and pearls dotting it, puffy sleeves, ruffled neckline, cinched waist, full skirt, a glorious 25-foot-long train and a veil attached to a diamond-encrusted tiara, the gown was breathtaking. It was, quite possibly, the most beautiful, radiant thing I have ever laid my eyes on. On the wall behind the dress' case was a video screen showing wedding footage.
Of course, our spirits took a dramatic plunge into the "depths of despair" as we walked into the next room. "Candle in the Wind" by Elton John was playing, and so you knew that you were about to see something awful. Yep. That's exactly what you saw. Funeral footage. The thing that finally moved me to tears was when they showed a shot of the card from Prince Harry, addressed "Mummy", on top of her casket. It was awful.
And last but not least, the room with 29 of her dresses! They were all gorgeous, of course. Princess Diana had good taste!
This exhibit has made me realize something. Princess Diana was, and always will be, the "people's princess".

ZOMBIES!

I have a friend. (Surprising, right?) And this friend is obsessed with the undead I mean zombies. So this is for that friend.

ZOMBIES RULE!

Another LIST!!!

So today lots of people asked me to write another list of thoughts so here you are!

Hands over eyes
Smells really good
Watch
Teardrop eyes
High forehead
Tiny rosebud mouth
Canny
Unusually long silky lashes
Dark brown hair
Huge, expressive eyes
The baseball's in the cooler, but he's dead now
Escape
Sign language
Pinball Wizard
Whip My Hair
Roger in France
Hilts
Awful posture
Roger is English
The "Cooler King"
Steve McQueen <3
Stalking
Hallway
Blue sweatshirt
Retainers
The Beatles
Tay Tay
Too loud
Two "ah's" in a row
Badly epic leg
SNOWING!
Sledding with neighbors
To keep me from you
Reads it daily- so happy
Water fountain
Oxford, Webster's, or .........ford
Unexpected landing
Evacuation
Volcanic death- the new bubonic plague
Bunker
Pumice= rocky, horrible, death worse than stoning
Technology is scary
Kiki
No power
3=death
We're all going to die. Die quickly, in your sleep
Gosh
Family ties you together
Pessimism
Never go into a weather profession
Earth is not safe
WE ARE NOT SAFE!
Goes outdoors to die
Flute
Death never stops
Even right after you are born, you are, in reality, DYING!
Hug
Funny
Laughter
Glare
Hurt feelings
Boots
Locket
The Who
Roger Daltrey
Green walls
Jealous
Autograph
Not fair
Admiration from afar

Random Thoughts that Pass Through My Head in a Random Day

Okay, so today at school, we were watching a really morbid movie about a supervolcano erupting, and it got me thinking: If the world does end on December 21, 2012, why not have some record of our lives for the ETs to read, ya know? So I started doing that today, during third period. Watch as my thoughts start out totally normal, and then as we start Science class, they get morbid and depressing, and then go back to normal during last period. I'm not gonna give any more explanations, I'm just gonna copy my list of thoughts from my paper onto the entry and let you guess what they mean. Enjoy.

School
Food
Manners
Blond
Sick
B
Video
Sledding
Absence
Magic Bus
Better than cable
Garage battle
Persistence
Scared
Supervolcano
Pain
If the entire human race is wiped out, than what have we lived for?
No life, no record, heaven overflowing?
But if everyone is dead, then doesn't that make death, life?
How could something so beautiful be so deadly?
15x15x50x50=Death
Harmonic isn't always musical
Animals are smarter than people
London
Tears
Plane
Families torn apart
Crinkled paper
Ash
lies
Mount St. Helens
Can't
Data
Volcanoes
"Yet" hurts
Interrogation
Janie
Problems
Tremors
Leave
Alive
Fear
Jerky liars
Eruptions
No, don't agree
Boarding pass for Australians
Flying in lightening
Magma magma burn us up
William goes to England
Flashbacks are scary
Sky is black with death
Blood
Fire
Supereruption
Pyroclastic flow- gray cloud of death
How is that moderate?!?!
Never leave home again!
Last goodbye
You are not safe. We are never safe. Death lurks around every corner, past every street sign, and in those dark places kids are scared of. THAT is death.
Screams, glass breaking, she is gone.
Earthquake swarm? Bees
Unprecedented scale
Happening RIGHT NOW
Plane on fire
Straight B average
Assessment
Daddy-Long-Legs
Lip gloss

Hey!

"Hey!"
Someone calls my name in the hallway,
and pokes me in
the back.
I turn around,
"Not cool, dude!"
Who would be that rude?
Oh. "Hey, Tay Tay!"