Frog juice

Today in science we dissected a frog. When I first walked into the room, I was surprised to see all the little green frogs staring at me in dissection trays. They were just sitting there, atop paper towel, no casket or preacher standing over them. At first I was pretty disghusted, but I'm proud of myself because I did manage to help a little. I sucked all the frog juice from the frog *pukes* and I snipped out a kidney. My partner was REALLY getting into it, in the end our frog looked like it had done a back flip but failed miserably.
One wierd thing that they made us do was put all the organs on this sheet with a bunch of coloums. It looked like we were playing bingo. The thing that grossed me out was some of the organs were still warm, or they felt like that too me. I'm sorry Frog! Our frog was a guy, there was only one girl frog in the class. My friend got a girl frog and she said that it had what looked like a baby frog inside it! That's so sad!
My internets been sketchy lately, I totally blew up to my dad about it. I feel horrible now. I have an insane temper, and my dad has this miraculous ability to annoy me without even knowing it.

we're off to see the wizard

Hey everyone, how's your week been? Mine's been fine. Today we basically got to goof off the whole second half of the day. We saw a play at the highschool called "The Wiz" basically, it was the wizard of Oz. EXCEPT IT WAS SET IN THE SEVENTIES! WHICH MEANS THERE WERE GOGO BOOTS!(My favorite type of footwear). It was pretty good, I kinda thought it would be like Wicked though, so I was confused. The singing was okay, I heard a few voice cracks though! I give the whole cast props, it was only dress rehersal. We had to leave at intermission though! I didn't get to see Glinda! When I was like four, I was Glinda for halloween so I have a wierd kind of favoritism towards her.
I remember the costume too, it was this little pink silky dress with bits of glitter shaped like stars on the skirt. The sleeves were made of glittery pale pink tulle and they itched, but I refused to wear anything under it. It was long too, I remember running around the house in it and tripping, I was such a graceful child. :-)
I am also a fan of Kristin Chenoweth! Did any of you catch her on Ellen yesterday? She has a book out!

hi!

Im talking to two peeps at once right now. It is hard can't blog.

My one song glory

Okay I get it, I need to stop with the RENT references. But dear reader, (I swear this is the one and only time I'll ask you a question with a direct refernce to it), what is your one song glory?
Let me explain. Throughout the entire course of the play, one of the characters is trying to write a song. He's HIV positive so this song is the one thing he wants to leave behind when he's gone. Now, what do you want to leave behind? What's your legacy, your one thing that you just have a gut feeling that it will TAKE YOU somewhere?
For example, mine is my story. It's fifty pages long, I've been working on it since last July/early August. But right now I'm having a serious creativity block. Do you guys think I should keep working on it?

I did it!

From 9:30 Am to 1:58 P.M I didn't talk! The reason that I did this was to protest child soliders in the war in Uganda. Today in over 300 cities rallies are being held for said reason. People are walking for miles wearing special shirts, and going to monuments in their town. For example, if your going to the one in NYC they walk to the Brooklyn bridge. The purpose of this is to raise awareness of the war, and attract media attention to the cause. My friend was doing it, so I decided to help her out and stay mute for a day.
The rescue, was started by the invisible children foundation. Invisible children is a nonprofit organization deticated to helping raise awareness and bring aide to the people of Uganda. To find out more about the organization as well as their message go to
invisiblechildren.com I'll be blogging more about it in a few days. I was just introduced to the organization a few days ago by a friend.

happy Friday!

I don't know about you guys, but to me it just feels like Friday. Well most of you are probably rolling your eyes due to the fact that it is Friday. But for some reason today's felt so light and happy and lovely. It was 82 degrees outside today! My friend and I went to get a slushie and it was windy, and we didn't even freeze! I was actually SWEATING, which was wierd due to the fact that I've been freezing for the past fiveish months.
My parents are going to a sixties party for their friend's fiftieth bday, they got costumes. I had to teach my dad what a beatnik was. I told him about how beatniks snap instead of clap and for the rest of dinner he would snap like every three words. It was one of those 'you had to be there' things.
Speaking of the sixties, check out this old music videoish thing for "help"! Poor Ringo, he's just sitting there holding a umbrella. Haha, you gotta love him. I always feel bad for drummers, esspecially when bands do acoustic stuff. I don't know if other bands do this, but paramore sometimes has their drummer play bongos when they do acoustic sets.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9ibX3TejlZE&feature=related
I love how he's just kinda staring at the umbrella like "why am I doing this?". And George keeps trying to peek over Paul's shoulder too. I don't like the person who directed this, they should've tried to get a shot with ALL the Beatles in it.
On a more solem note, tomorrow I'm doing the silent protest for the genocide in darfur! Come, be mute with me!

songs

I think it's safe to say most people love music. Some of us like music that will make our hips sway, and that has a bass line so loud it vibrates through you, like blood pulsing beneath a bruise. Well others just wish and want to go back to three magical days in 1969, and just once, a second, a minute, or a single glimpse, and see Janis Joplin at the top of her game.
Others like musicauls, and are Broadway bound. My social studies teacher never shuts up about the techno concerts in Chicago that she escapes to on weekends. And most people I know have had their lives shaped by four guys from Liverpool. Whose music can shape you and touch you and make you dance. It can give you a voice and this invisible force, like a shoulder to cry on. That you can't see but for some reason, you know it's there. Then there's those chords, that come blaring out of the radio... and you've never heard anything like it before and suddenly your hooked.
I think it's also safe to say that most people wanted to be famous at one point in their life. They wanted their name in lights, their name on the byline, their name next to the number one song on billboard. But really, this is just a ploy, they know in the back of their mind that they'll be just like dear old mom and dad. Or at least get stuck in a university at one point.
Then years later they'll work a nine to five job, the door will slam against the dry wall as the walk into their house. They'll kick off their shoes, pissed off and tierd, and having this nagging annoyance at the routine they fell into.
As that annoyance sets in, flavoring their every thought like the after taste of cough medicine, something will happen. And that something will take them back to the time when the sky was the limit.
Okay, I'm guilty of that too. I really, really, really, really, really,really,really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, want to be a writer when I'm out of highschool. Or a yoga teacher, that's what my mom does, so she'd know what to do and I like yoga. But the truth is, I suck. Everything I write is all rambling and winded and never gets to the point. Sometimes less is more.
Sorry if this post was long, I'm locking my lips for a school day, protesting the war in Africa.