Unlike Paris, who's cell phone's name is Cecil (she's says that's Cecil is a girl name, but most people she talks to disagree. What do you think?), my cell phone does not have a name. I don't have anything against naming electronics (I'm sure you've read about Paris' PINK laptop named Patrick), but its just kind of.......well, for lack of a better or more suitable word....its just WEIRD. My cell phone does not have a name. It does not need a name. Its a cell phone. When I'm searching the house looking for it, I don't say "Where's Susan?!" Or James. Or Mr. Prickleworth. Its just "my cell phone." Or "my phone." Or, my most favorite of all "Where's my CELLULAR DEVICE?!?!?!!!!" Haha, isn't that fun to say? You should say it out loud, right now. Cellular device. Wasn't that great? Now imagine getting to yell that throughout the house. Its a whole new level of fun. AND it really is a cellular device. So its not just a weird name-its what my phone is: my cellular device.
But really, I think its kind of funny to name your cell phone, so its ok:)
I think my cell phone is alive. It can breath!!!
Well, not all of the time-but it does. I don't always keep my phone with me like some people do. Its usually sitting in my room or on the kitchen table. And because of this, I don't always hear it when it rings so I keep the volume turned up all the way. Then when it starts to ring, I scramble up the stairs to get to it so I can answer the phone, but sometimes I don't make it in time. I bought I ringtone from iTunes that I really like, its "Beautiful, Beautiful" by Franchesca Battistellie (I know I spelled that name COMPLETELY wrong, and I'm sorry). When my phone rings,thats the song that blares through the speakers. And right before it happens my cellular device starts to vibrate, and I KNOW that I can hear my phone inhale a deep breath before it sings at the top of its lungs. I know it. I meant to tell Paris about this, but never had a chance. The other day, after my phone had finished singing out my ringtone, and as I was thinking about how funny it was that it could breath, Paris is like, "Your phone takes a big breath before the ringtone goes off!" And I'm like, "I know! I thought the same thing!!" And I'm very happy, because I'm not the only one to think that, and not being alone is a very good feeling.
~Madi
Dec 20, 2010
Dec 13, 2010
Memories
Memories. We all have them. But - for me at least - memories are mostly connected with sight. With things I can see, like Christmas trees, beach buckets, and pictures. But I love those rare moments where my memories are connected with my other senses as well, like sound, smell, taste, and feel.
But maybe they aren't that rare. I think that lots of times I just notice them subconsciously. As I was taking some towels out of the dryer today, I held them against my face and inhaled. I paused. Hhhmmm, that smells familiar. I inhaled again, and thought of my great grandmother's house. Of nice elderly people. I smiled at the memories those towels brought, even though it wasn't of a specific time, those towels smelt familiar.
My cousin was visiting once, and she had brought some perfume with her. When I smelled it, it imediately reminded me of a toy I had had in pre-school. Weird. But it did, and it brings back great memories and feelings of when I was a little kid.
A couple summers ago, my favorite CD to listen to was BarlowGirl. I listened to it 24/7. One song in particular I loved, and once kept it on repeat for the entire night. (Yeah, I didn't sleep very well that night, but its still a good song:) The next summer, I dug the CD out from one of my drawers and listened to it. I came to that one song, and paused to listen. It made me kind of sad, thinking about the year that had gone by, and all of the change that had taken place. I thought about stuff that I used to think about when I had listened to the song before.
Memories.
When I eat snow, like I did today, the familiar taste reminds me of all the other times I've done it in my life. Sometimes certain fabrics I feel remind me of stuffed animals I used to have, and of being seven-years-old. I love memories. But sometimes they make me sad.
One day, I'll have things that remind me of my life now. Of when I was fourteen. And I'll think about how long ago that was, and how much time has passed and things have changed.
One day.
~Madi
But maybe they aren't that rare. I think that lots of times I just notice them subconsciously. As I was taking some towels out of the dryer today, I held them against my face and inhaled. I paused. Hhhmmm, that smells familiar. I inhaled again, and thought of my great grandmother's house. Of nice elderly people. I smiled at the memories those towels brought, even though it wasn't of a specific time, those towels smelt familiar.
My cousin was visiting once, and she had brought some perfume with her. When I smelled it, it imediately reminded me of a toy I had had in pre-school. Weird. But it did, and it brings back great memories and feelings of when I was a little kid.
A couple summers ago, my favorite CD to listen to was BarlowGirl. I listened to it 24/7. One song in particular I loved, and once kept it on repeat for the entire night. (Yeah, I didn't sleep very well that night, but its still a good song:) The next summer, I dug the CD out from one of my drawers and listened to it. I came to that one song, and paused to listen. It made me kind of sad, thinking about the year that had gone by, and all of the change that had taken place. I thought about stuff that I used to think about when I had listened to the song before.
Memories.
When I eat snow, like I did today, the familiar taste reminds me of all the other times I've done it in my life. Sometimes certain fabrics I feel remind me of stuffed animals I used to have, and of being seven-years-old. I love memories. But sometimes they make me sad.
One day, I'll have things that remind me of my life now. Of when I was fourteen. And I'll think about how long ago that was, and how much time has passed and things have changed.
One day.
~Madi
Oct 15, 2010
worst date ever (fictional)
Written By: Paris, Rachel, and Madi
So my friend set me up with this blind date. He sounded like a great guy, dark brown hair, deep brown eyes that a girl could get lost in, and a wonderful sence of humor. But it turned out it was the WORST DATE EVER!!!!
I first got a clue that he wasn't the prince charming I had a imagined when he showed up wearing suspenders and long red socks. His hair flew in all directions, and covered his eyes, ruining any chance I had of ever "getting lost" in them. I could only hope his personality would make up for his looks.
"Whoooo-eeeeee!" He exclaimed when he saw me. "She picked me out a right fine lookin gal. CAN I GET YO DIGITS?"
Um, Lord, I thought. Please send the rapture quickly because death would be painful. And I don't think I'll make it through this date.
He was going to be the one driving us to the resturant so i picked up sweater and walked briskly past him to survey the car to see if that would be any sign that this could have one perk. then i saw it....a huge...black...double...bicycle. Not the new ones like youre thinking of. But one so old it looked like the pilgrims had taken a few spins on it themselves. my jaw dropped and as he stpped out of the doorway and shut the large heavy door he said "aint she a beaut!?" he smiled with such pride,"shes my pride and joy! no woman could top her!!!"
Shocked, I nodded. This was going to be a longgggg evening. He looked at me exclaimed, "Well don't just stand there Cupcake! Hop on! We've got a lot of biking to do if we're going to make it to dinner before dark!" I looked at him. At the bike. At my 3 inch heels. Back at the bike. Back at him-oh, gross!, I think. He's picking his nose!
I gingerly got on and gripped the handlebars with all my might - not caring anymore about my nails I had worked on for three hours. When it came down to 1)living through this awful night or 2) impressing him with my manicured hands, I chose #1. And thus we started out. Uphill.
WE all know that guys sweat. Its common knowledge. Well apparently this guy sweats even more than regular guys!!! and has never heard of deoderant! i needed a gas mask as he slowly made the top of the hill. He stopped forhalf a minute and i prayed the sky would start raining down old spice on this guy!!!! THen he stared into my eyes and said, "now for the "fun" part" he smiled. He gripped the handle bars a shoved off down the hill.....
"Aaaarrgggg-ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" I screamed at the top of my lungs as we flew down the steep hill. "Stop this thing!!!!!" He paid no attention to me as he yelled,"Whooo-hoooo!" Then he turned around and looked at me as we sped down. "Keep your eyes on the road!" I screamed frantically. "Ahhh! We're Going to CRASH!!!!!!!"
The scenery whizzed past and we swerved into the street. Cars honked and as we sped by, headed straight for a telephone pole. My whole life flashed before my eyes - it was very boring. Oh, God, I prayed. If you let me survive this I will NEVER go on a date again. Boys will be STRICTLY off limits. The pole was approaching fast. "I'LL EVEN BECOME A NUN!" I screamed at Him.
The as if by an act of God we missed the pole!!! and we stopped right in front of the very returant we were headed to i sat there...comatose. I couldnt move my arms were wrapped around him (yes WRAPPED around him i had been clinging for dear life) "ok we're here sweet thing....you can let go now?" he said. i couldnt move. he unhinged my arms from around his waist and set me off the bike. I stood there staring at this thing that haqd almost been the death of me. "we can do it again on our way back" he announced excitedly. I turned to him..mouth gaping. Nuh uh..i was not doing that again.
"Come on Babe, lets get some chow," he said as he walked into a very scary, dark, and dirty looking resturant. Not wanting to be left alone in the equally scary parking lot, I followed him inside. Bad move. I would have been better off in the parking lot. I limped inside the building, my feet killing me from peddling up that gigantic hill in my heels. As I stood next to him, I relized I shouldn't have worn heels anyway. I was about 6 inches taller than him with them on. All that pain for nothing. What a waste.
"What is this place?" I asked.
He grinned with pride. "It's my family's restraunt."
My eye quivered. A pink slip of paper on the wall caught my eye. Health rating: 55
Im going to die i thought....my life would end with this jerk. yup life stinks. He walked into the resturant like he owned the place...O wait he did!!! which he announced every 10seconds. He picked the best table in the house...it was under the vent..right beside the bathroom WHAT A VIEW!!!! He called for the waiter to come over. The waiter was tall with dark brown hair, dark brown eyes that a girl could get lost in, this sounded like the guy i was supposed to date. "this is my brother Nick", my date said offhandily. "will you go ahead and order..i have a date soon. Im already running late!", nick exclaimed.
I stared wistfully after him as he walked away from our table. Why couldn't he have been my date? I thought. I huffed under my breath. "What'll you have Pigpie?" he asked me. Pigpie???? What? "Um, I'm not sure. What do you have....that's edible?" "We have everything from Lasagna to hamburgers. My family owns this-" "Yeah yeah, I know, I know. Your family owns this resturant." "How'd you know that?" he asked confusedly. I rolled my eyes. "I don't know....maybe you've said that before?!" "Huh. Well, anyway, I'm getting the dog bone pie. Its my favorit!" Eww. "Uhh, I'll have the spaghetti, I guess." He nodded his approval, "Good choice."
Nick glided back over in all his hunky glory. "What'll you have to drink?" He asked. "Dr. Pepper, please." I said. His eyes sparkled. "I love Dr. Pepper!"Omg...this guy is amazing i thought. He walked out of the room. Id rather date the brother than this guy i was staring at..looking at his reflection in his spoon. TO bad he had a date tooooo-----......wait. Just then Nick walked in with my drink. "so you have a date tonight?" i asked. "yeah its a blind date im like really nervous." he said smiling. Eveything made since now. I looked at my "date" ...i picked up my Dr.Pepper and pourded it on his head.
"Wow!" he exclaimed. "You've got some spunk in you. But really, you never do that without first yelling the appropriate phrase." he grinned. And that's when I knew I'd made a bad mistake pouring that on his head. "FOOD FIGHT!!!!!!!!!" he yelled. "Ahhhh!!!" I started to scream, but it was quickly muffled when my date picked up some strange green mush I assumed was food, and hurled it at me. It landed right in my mouth, and tasted disgusting. "That's it!" I screamed. "I've had enough. I started snatching all kinds of strange articals of food off near by tables and throwing them at him. All the while telling him how much I hated this "date" we were on, and how much I detest him. He, being the gentleman he is, of course threw things right back. Laughing the entire time. Only too bad I forgot that Nick was standing right there watching the whole entire thing.
When i remembered that fact i froze, I turned to look at him. He stared at me looking very confused. I walked over to him and Said, "i think i was supposed to be your date tonight..but your brother showed up instead." He stared at me. then as if it by a bolt of lightning he understood. "excuse me for just a second. " he said as he walked away. He grabbed his brother by the susspenders and drug him in the back. I could here my "date" screaming "shes just so hott!!!" then everything went silent. Nick came out alone. But i wasnt conserned. He took off his apron threw it down on the floor and walked toward me. he took me by the hand and said "i had a wonderful time tonight maybe we should do it again sometime"
And he winked.
So my friend set me up with this blind date. He sounded like a great guy, dark brown hair, deep brown eyes that a girl could get lost in, and a wonderful sence of humor. But it turned out it was the WORST DATE EVER!!!!
I first got a clue that he wasn't the prince charming I had a imagined when he showed up wearing suspenders and long red socks. His hair flew in all directions, and covered his eyes, ruining any chance I had of ever "getting lost" in them. I could only hope his personality would make up for his looks.
"Whoooo-eeeeee!" He exclaimed when he saw me. "She picked me out a right fine lookin gal. CAN I GET YO DIGITS?"
Um, Lord, I thought. Please send the rapture quickly because death would be painful. And I don't think I'll make it through this date.
He was going to be the one driving us to the resturant so i picked up sweater and walked briskly past him to survey the car to see if that would be any sign that this could have one perk. then i saw it....a huge...black...double...bicycle. Not the new ones like youre thinking of. But one so old it looked like the pilgrims had taken a few spins on it themselves. my jaw dropped and as he stpped out of the doorway and shut the large heavy door he said "aint she a beaut!?" he smiled with such pride,"shes my pride and joy! no woman could top her!!!"
Shocked, I nodded. This was going to be a longgggg evening. He looked at me exclaimed, "Well don't just stand there Cupcake! Hop on! We've got a lot of biking to do if we're going to make it to dinner before dark!" I looked at him. At the bike. At my 3 inch heels. Back at the bike. Back at him-oh, gross!, I think. He's picking his nose!
I gingerly got on and gripped the handlebars with all my might - not caring anymore about my nails I had worked on for three hours. When it came down to 1)living through this awful night or 2) impressing him with my manicured hands, I chose #1. And thus we started out. Uphill.
WE all know that guys sweat. Its common knowledge. Well apparently this guy sweats even more than regular guys!!! and has never heard of deoderant! i needed a gas mask as he slowly made the top of the hill. He stopped forhalf a minute and i prayed the sky would start raining down old spice on this guy!!!! THen he stared into my eyes and said, "now for the "fun" part" he smiled. He gripped the handle bars a shoved off down the hill.....
"Aaaarrgggg-ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" I screamed at the top of my lungs as we flew down the steep hill. "Stop this thing!!!!!" He paid no attention to me as he yelled,"Whooo-hoooo!" Then he turned around and looked at me as we sped down. "Keep your eyes on the road!" I screamed frantically. "Ahhh! We're Going to CRASH!!!!!!!"
The scenery whizzed past and we swerved into the street. Cars honked and as we sped by, headed straight for a telephone pole. My whole life flashed before my eyes - it was very boring. Oh, God, I prayed. If you let me survive this I will NEVER go on a date again. Boys will be STRICTLY off limits. The pole was approaching fast. "I'LL EVEN BECOME A NUN!" I screamed at Him.
The as if by an act of God we missed the pole!!! and we stopped right in front of the very returant we were headed to i sat there...comatose. I couldnt move my arms were wrapped around him (yes WRAPPED around him i had been clinging for dear life) "ok we're here sweet thing....you can let go now?" he said. i couldnt move. he unhinged my arms from around his waist and set me off the bike. I stood there staring at this thing that haqd almost been the death of me. "we can do it again on our way back" he announced excitedly. I turned to him..mouth gaping. Nuh uh..i was not doing that again.
"Come on Babe, lets get some chow," he said as he walked into a very scary, dark, and dirty looking resturant. Not wanting to be left alone in the equally scary parking lot, I followed him inside. Bad move. I would have been better off in the parking lot. I limped inside the building, my feet killing me from peddling up that gigantic hill in my heels. As I stood next to him, I relized I shouldn't have worn heels anyway. I was about 6 inches taller than him with them on. All that pain for nothing. What a waste.
"What is this place?" I asked.
He grinned with pride. "It's my family's restraunt."
My eye quivered. A pink slip of paper on the wall caught my eye. Health rating: 55
Im going to die i thought....my life would end with this jerk. yup life stinks. He walked into the resturant like he owned the place...O wait he did!!! which he announced every 10seconds. He picked the best table in the house...it was under the vent..right beside the bathroom WHAT A VIEW!!!! He called for the waiter to come over. The waiter was tall with dark brown hair, dark brown eyes that a girl could get lost in, this sounded like the guy i was supposed to date. "this is my brother Nick", my date said offhandily. "will you go ahead and order..i have a date soon. Im already running late!", nick exclaimed.
I stared wistfully after him as he walked away from our table. Why couldn't he have been my date? I thought. I huffed under my breath. "What'll you have Pigpie?" he asked me. Pigpie???? What? "Um, I'm not sure. What do you have....that's edible?" "We have everything from Lasagna to hamburgers. My family owns this-" "Yeah yeah, I know, I know. Your family owns this resturant." "How'd you know that?" he asked confusedly. I rolled my eyes. "I don't know....maybe you've said that before?!" "Huh. Well, anyway, I'm getting the dog bone pie. Its my favorit!" Eww. "Uhh, I'll have the spaghetti, I guess." He nodded his approval, "Good choice."
Nick glided back over in all his hunky glory. "What'll you have to drink?" He asked. "Dr. Pepper, please." I said. His eyes sparkled. "I love Dr. Pepper!"Omg...this guy is amazing i thought. He walked out of the room. Id rather date the brother than this guy i was staring at..looking at his reflection in his spoon. TO bad he had a date tooooo-----......wait. Just then Nick walked in with my drink. "so you have a date tonight?" i asked. "yeah its a blind date im like really nervous." he said smiling. Eveything made since now. I looked at my "date" ...i picked up my Dr.Pepper and pourded it on his head.
"Wow!" he exclaimed. "You've got some spunk in you. But really, you never do that without first yelling the appropriate phrase." he grinned. And that's when I knew I'd made a bad mistake pouring that on his head. "FOOD FIGHT!!!!!!!!!" he yelled. "Ahhhh!!!" I started to scream, but it was quickly muffled when my date picked up some strange green mush I assumed was food, and hurled it at me. It landed right in my mouth, and tasted disgusting. "That's it!" I screamed. "I've had enough. I started snatching all kinds of strange articals of food off near by tables and throwing them at him. All the while telling him how much I hated this "date" we were on, and how much I detest him. He, being the gentleman he is, of course threw things right back. Laughing the entire time. Only too bad I forgot that Nick was standing right there watching the whole entire thing.
When i remembered that fact i froze, I turned to look at him. He stared at me looking very confused. I walked over to him and Said, "i think i was supposed to be your date tonight..but your brother showed up instead." He stared at me. then as if it by a bolt of lightning he understood. "excuse me for just a second. " he said as he walked away. He grabbed his brother by the susspenders and drug him in the back. I could here my "date" screaming "shes just so hott!!!" then everything went silent. Nick came out alone. But i wasnt conserned. He took off his apron threw it down on the floor and walked toward me. he took me by the hand and said "i had a wonderful time tonight maybe we should do it again sometime"
And he winked.
GAG
I never thought the phase "I love you" could be used too much.
Until I listened to my friend on the phone with this GUY. THAT I DON'T EVEN KNOW!
I haven't given her my permission to talk/text him..and yet she does.
She can't be tamed.
Until I listened to my friend on the phone with this GUY. THAT I DON'T EVEN KNOW!
I haven't given her my permission to talk/text him..and yet she does.
She can't be tamed.
Jul 27, 2010
CASTING CALL!!!!!!...not
I hear the words: Robert Pattinson, Chattanooga, casting call over a voice mail. I immedialty start screaming!!! "my dreams are coming true! ( i hate robert pattison but he has connection to taylor launter!!! so if i meet him he'll introduce me to him and we'll get married!!!!)" at least thats what a was thinking..i waited all day to go online to go check when i needed to send my info.....i waited..and waited...and waited....then i rushed home. I got my laptop..typed in the extras website and found the movie...there in black and white its says "looking for men..."bla bla bla...and "kids age 9-11" i was crushed...uterally crushed....my dreams of marring the hottest guy on earth...gone....sad day....
~RaCHEL
~RaCHEL
Apr 19, 2010
"Don't Raise The Dead Deer!"
I was watching a movie the other day. It was from the "Tales of Avonlea" video series by Disney. It's a few movies about Avonlea after Anne (from "Anne of Green Gables") leaves the town. In one episode, the children's grandmother was visiting (yes, I know. I don't remember their names) and one of the little girls - ummm, we'll call her "Polly" - said in reply to Grandma, "I'll get it for you!!!" Loud.Loud.Loud. Then Grandma, being grouchy and old - excuse me, grouchy and elderly said to "Polly", "Goodness child! Don't raise the dead, dear!" But I, being the person I am, thought she meant something different than what she said. Yes, in my brain, I thought she said "Don't raise the dead DEER." Totally different. Totally. I thought it was hilarious, especially since such a refined and elderly lady was saying it, and I couldn't wait for a chance to say it myself. (I love repeating funny quotes:) I have a little sister. Three actually, and they all (especially one in particular, not mentioning any names Emma) are quite loud sometimes. So I'm always telling them to quiet down. Now I had a new way of saying that to Emma - I mean them! I was anticipating when my big moment would come. When I would get to say such a Shakespear-y line. I could just imagine saying, "Emma, dont raise the dead deer!!" But alas, all good things come to an end (or so they say) and it finally dawned on me - she said "DEAR! D-E-A-R!!!" It made so much more sense. I lol-ed (fyi, I have just decided that that means "laughED out loud). But I will still quote that line - or misquote it anyway:) Have a great week! And be sure to quote your favorite silly lines!
~Madi
~Madi
Mar 31, 2010
We're Tighter Than The Jobro's Pants
ALL my girl friends LOVE the Jonas Brothers.
Which leads us to bicker over who is going to meet Nick Jonas in a gift shop after a concert and fall in love with him first.
Which leads us to bicker over who is going to meet Nick Jonas in a gift shop after a concert and fall in love with him first.
Fact #1. I'm not a fan of the Jobro's but compared to Justin Bieber I am their #1 fan all the way.
Fact #2. This all goes back to a dream someone had that I (MEE! MEEE!) met Nickie Joe in a gift shop after a concert and he gave me his man scarf. How romantic *rolls eyes*
So, now that certian someone insists that was a nightmare not a dream.
Of course I had to push their buttons and do this. Heehee!
Mar 27, 2010
Crazy Sleepover
So last night, me, Paris, and Rachel (yeah, I know. Its supposed to be: Paris, Rachel, and I. But is it just me, or does that sound just a little to proper and fancy? Just a little.) had a sleepover. That's a scary thought, the three of us having a sleepover. Girls sleepovers usually consist of four things: late nights, corny romantic chick-flick movies, lots of snacks ( coffee definitely included!), and talking until our mouths just about fall off. Last night was all of the above. Around 3:30 in the morning, we'd watched all our movies, eaten all our snacks, and finally bunked down on the bed with Paris' pink laptop, Patrick. Then our crazy, brilliant idea came to us like a cloud upon the wind, like an ocean tidal wave of genius, like...like...like we had a really cool idea: We would start a group blog! Yay! Because of this 'scathingly brilliant idea', all the problems of the world are now fixed! Ok, maybe not all the world's problems....but some...or..our problem of what to do, anyway. We got to work right away, and by five o' clock in the morning (which I think is still WAY to early to call morning) after Rachel had dozed off, and I started thinking about how much precious sleep I was missing, we finished it! And here it is today. The product of 3 teenage girls at five in the morning with nothing better to do than make a blog. What a fun night...
~MADI
~MADI
MY first post!!
Your first post to a blog is like your first child....i wouldnt know that but its a good comparison. Its new and you dont know what to do with it...what will it become???..will the other kids like it??? but my friend has posted first...ruining my splendor of a first born!!!
But just the same its still special!! :D so thats my first post....PARIS!!! this is Rachel!!!! paris is a joy stealer!!! :P
But just the same its still special!! :D so thats my first post....PARIS!!! this is Rachel!!!! paris is a joy stealer!!! :P
My Mostly Companion
My laptop is pink. Thus I named it Patrick. He's my mostly companion, I told my friend Hannah the other day. Except when I say "Patrick", most people don't realized that IT'S NOT A REAL PERSON.
"Dad, Paris is bringing Patrick with her tonight!" Rachel said excitedly.
Rachel's dad said, "WHAT?!"
Rebecka, her younger sister, gasped as her jaw dropped.
"NO!" Rachel finally got a clue. "It's a LAPTOP. Not a BOY!"
"Dad, Paris is bringing Patrick with her tonight!" Rachel said excitedly.
Rachel's dad said, "WHAT?!"
Rebecka, her younger sister, gasped as her jaw dropped.
"NO!" Rachel finally got a clue. "It's a LAPTOP. Not a BOY!"
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