Friday, March 15, 2013
Week 25: Theme Music (This Blog Is Full of Bull)
Basically I hate theme songs. The reason for my hard feelings is because no one seems to do them right. You have the annoying theme songs (Spongebob), the theme songs that just get stuck in your head (Psych), and the theme songs that are just plain awful (NCIS). If I had a theme song it work be the most beautiful theme song ever, a perfect blend of annoying-ness, stuck-in-your-head-ary, and terrible theme song juice. I don't know who would sing it. Perhaps if the band Fun and Black Sabbath collaborated with Katy Perry, I would pick them. It would also be sung kind of like "Ultimate Showdown." The song would mention all of my achievements, like being an Olympic swimmer and my ability to wrestle dingos. My beautiful best friend would also be in the theme song, something along the lines of "....and Best Friend Katelyn Keefer is so great that even her dirty socks are valuable..." or along those lines. My theme song would sum up my life amazingly.
Friday, March 1, 2013
Week 24: On the Inside...
So I love inside jokes! The reason I love inside jokes is not because I enjoy making others feel excluded, but because the joke never really dies.
The three people I have the most inside jokes with are Miranda (my sister), Damion (my boyfriend), and Brandon (my brother). I plan on telling you a story just from Miranda though.
MIRANDA AND ME: We have a little sister named Elena. She is 9 now, but a few years ago she was much more whiney and very sensitive. Throughout the confusion of my house she just starts crying. When I say crying I mean balling her eyes out. My mom comes in and asks her, "Elena, what are you crying about?" So she says while pointing to Miranda and me, "They called me a...a... POOP SNOB!!" Natrually I go on a rant about if we were going to insult her, we would be more mature than that rediculous name, and how we never even said anything rude to her in the first place. My mom was convinced, reasuring Elena that it was a misunderstanding and that she must have heard us incorrectly. All was settled. Miranda and I run upstair and she looks at me. I said, "What?" and she says,"I really did call her a poop snob..." So we die of laughter and have ever since, once in awhile, called eachother poop snobs....but never when Elena is around.
The three people I have the most inside jokes with are Miranda (my sister), Damion (my boyfriend), and Brandon (my brother). I plan on telling you a story just from Miranda though.
MIRANDA AND ME: We have a little sister named Elena. She is 9 now, but a few years ago she was much more whiney and very sensitive. Throughout the confusion of my house she just starts crying. When I say crying I mean balling her eyes out. My mom comes in and asks her, "Elena, what are you crying about?" So she says while pointing to Miranda and me, "They called me a...a... POOP SNOB!!" Natrually I go on a rant about if we were going to insult her, we would be more mature than that rediculous name, and how we never even said anything rude to her in the first place. My mom was convinced, reasuring Elena that it was a misunderstanding and that she must have heard us incorrectly. All was settled. Miranda and I run upstair and she looks at me. I said, "What?" and she says,"I really did call her a poop snob..." So we die of laughter and have ever since, once in awhile, called eachother poop snobs....but never when Elena is around.
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