Christmas List: Check!

Well, I think its about time I posted. Wanna wish all my readers out there a Merry Christmas. Hope everybody got everything on their lists. If not, wait & try again at New's Years. (Why not?) This post is for the most part a description of several of my gifts. And a few recommendations and an update to my blogging arsenal.

I have been very occupied with a few more technical gifts for a while. My parents went and got me a MP3 player. After I nearly going insane from reading the instruction bookelt which told me nothing about what the heck I was doing, my dad got me to calm down by telling me that if I broke the laptop I would have to cough up 800 to get a new one. There are very few ways I could get that kind of money. Number one being selling the contents of my backpack which I will never do!!! Unless I was going to die if I didn't, which would apply in this case, I would sell the contents of my backpack, including the backpack. I calmed down, re-read the instructions yet again, figured out what I was doing, and started loading up my favorites songs from my favorite cds. I'm getting to the point where I can do it with out going over every step in my head. Yeeha!!

I managed to get myself an icon. Too cool for cool beans!! The character is a pirate with a smart aleck sense of humor, an affinity for shiny things, a talent to talk her way out of most things, and hangs out with a bunch of guys. Sounds like a match to me. It took awhile before I managed to find a picture that I liked. So I will keep it til the sight of it makes me wanna hurl. I hope I don't hurl, because I most likely will have the laptop on my lap. Plus I like this picture.

I also found a new group that I love!! Three Doors Down! I got the Away From the Sun album for Christmas. I have to say my favorite songs on it are Going Down in Flames, Ticket to Heaven, & When I'm Gone. Good songs, good sound, this cd gets my Seal of Approval. But beware those who don't like rock!! Also have been enjoying the sounds of the newset Evanescence and the first Simple Plan cds. Also very good. Check it out. Later though, you have to finish reading my blog.

Now, if I may be allowed to speak as a pirate, this year was especially good for shiny stuff!! Got several really pretty silver earrings from my little friend Phillip. There are even two pairs of hoop earrings!! What is a pirate without the hoop earrings? But my mom topped him: gold earrings with created rubies. And the most awesome ring. It's a replica of one that Captain Jack Sparrow, my pirate idol, wears. The one with the green stone. I'm actually wearing it now and the earrings. To top it off, the ring & the gold earrings came in a little treasure chest of their own. Does that count as support of my dream of becoming a pirate? I'll wonder about that later.

I also was given a navy hoodie with a blue dragon stitched on to it. Also has some flames in blue worked in as well. Very nice, comfortable, and it looks awesome. Gonna have to wear it when I go see Eragon. Very good book, along with a new acquistion I got this Christmas, Artemis Fowl: The Lost Colony. Awesome book, another thing for you to check out after you finish here.

As you can see, I am very pleased with all of my presents, the above listed and those not listed. Thanks to my mom & dad, who have perfected the art of picking out from among all my fleeting wants the things I will truely enjoy and use. And remembering things I forgot to put on my list. Hope that all who read this read in good health, surrounded by family & friends, and blessed with many things they probably don't need. Never forger the true reason for the season!! Merry Christmas!!

Random To The Utmost

I don't do well in the cold. I never get used to the time change. I always wake up way early, then get tired alot earlier too. Also tend to forget it gets tons colder when the sun goes down. But it's neat watching the sunset though. Especialy when your driving in the car and you're listening to Daughtry or something else good like that. But I always get tired, cause that makes me sleepy, like running up and down stairs for no good reason. But it's still fun, in an odd sort of way. Like standing in a trash can to push down a bunch of shredded papers. But that leads to odd questions if you forget you're standing in a trash can. Which has happened to me. Then there's also the problem with having to make sure that you have a reliable jacket or something nearby so that if it gets to cold, you can just sleep in that like you would wear it in the day time. I used to do that with my old gray hoodie, but it was getting too small so I gave to Jordan. Now I have a orange hoodie that I use instead. It can be almost as cold in the morning too, so most of the time I have to make hot chocolate with breakfast. I have to make it for my sisters too. They can get really grumpy. Bet Grumpy would have a hard time out grumpying them. But that wouldn't be fair. Two against one? We would have to find somebody else to join Grumpy's team.I wonder if Grumpy would like having a team mate. Hmmm. Must ponder. Is pondering more deep than thinking? Which is deeper, thinking or meditating? I think it must be more complete to meditate, but that can take awhile. Thinking is much faster, I think. That's too confusing. I must think, no, TYPE something else. I can type the word that really fast. That That. That cat is fat. Piflering people pick purple pears, pink purses, plus purloin perilous packages perfectly. Say that five times fast. Why is it five times fast? Why not seven times, or even two? I like three and four myself for numbers. That is a good show, except that is spelled number3, like that. But sometimes that math can get real complicated real fast. I hope I can remember every thing about atomic numbers and likewise science-y stuff when I take my test tommorow. So, yeah.

Yeah, that was a slight waste of time. But it was fun!! Let's do that again!!!

Name Has Been Changed

When go to my school, I usually go over for lunch. I have a few people I like eating with. They can be funny at some points but not on this one. A girl we will call Terri.

I don't know Terri that well. She has glasses and is a little on the heavy side. She is also a couple of grades behind the other kids her age. My friends. They don't like having her sit with them. They don't like having her try to hang out with them. I can't believe them. My friends. When I was younger, there were few things I wanted more than to be accepted.

It made me so mad, I wanted to hit something. I wanted to grab my friends by the shirts and yell in their faces. Ask them if they would like to be called names behind their backs, be ignored, be left out. But I didn't.

They may be in middle school, and that may be the life of a middle schooler. I don't know, I don't watch alot of Disney Chanel and I've never been public schooled. But I do know its wrong, and I do know what I'm gonna do about it. Next time I go to lunch, if my friends want to eat with me, they're gonna have to eat with Terri too.

Raiders of the Messy Dresser

Today, I cleaned out my dresser. The main point is to go through all my dresser drawers, put my clothes in the right drawers, and throw anything that doesn't fit me any more on Jordan's bed. I really should do it more often. After a little while, my dresser gets real messy and I end up wearing the same shirts over and over again. That last sentence sounds bad.

I noticed several things while dresser raiding today, that I have a good stock of black t-shirts and I can count the number of long sleeves in my possesion on two hands. And that having a very small version of one shirt and also a very large version of the same shirt leaves you feeling rather stupid when looking at them side by side, especially when you don't wear either of them. I gave the too small one up and kept too big for pajamas. And I found a rather good stash of ankle socks in my t-shirt drawer. (They go in the pajama drawer too.) I was really surprised when I found three pairs of socks in the PJ drawer.

I gave up about four stacks of clothes to my younger sister. Including my Yoda shirt, a monkey shirt, and four or five orange t-shirts. (Their absence is the reason for the black supremecy of the t-shirt drawer, though it looks like blue may be close on overthrowing them.) I can now also fit all my jeans into the pants drawer! Booyah! The only thing that scares me is the very low number of long sleeves. That and the two very pink shirts that I was horrified to find mingling among my blues & blacks. (The contamination was removed and the victims are all recovering well.)

As Requested.....

Tyann asked me to post about her like I did with my sisters, so here we go! Hold on to your hats, gentle readers.

Tyann is a very old friend of mine, I can't remember how we met. Sadly, we live quite a ways apart. So we don't get to see each other very often, something I often regret. There are several other fans of Teen Titans in the county, but none that I have met that could possibly keep up with us when we start the "Have you seen that episode?" game. We're also fans of Naruto.

Tyann is alot like Starfire from the Titans. She is an extremly sweet and funny person, and not at all afraid to walk to her own beat. Very hyper, peppy, and not at all afraid to say what she thinks about the current situation. Extremely friendly and pretty (you know you are, Tyann). She may seem all fun and games, but if it comes down to it, she will not hesitate to jump in to help a friend. Tyann is super sharp and is totally confident in herself. The similarities are mostly continue on and on, but stop at the fact that Tyann can't fly or shoot starbolts, is blonde with blue eyes instead of redheaded with green, and she likes Red X.

Tyann, I can think of alot more to say, but don't know how I would fit it all into this post. If I sound like a suckup at any point, I'm not trying to be. You are a one of those friends that any one would be lucky to have. I'm glad you're one of mine.

It's Not Snow Bad

Well, how's everybody been? Not bad here, I got a 97 on my first psychology packet! And I set our Christmas tree up with the help of Jordan and put the lights on it all by myself!! But there is even bigger news!!

It's snowing! It's not like the big thick snow flakes you see in movies or in Colorado, more like a powder. A little disappointing but it looks awesome when the wind blows. Like a white version of a dust storm.

I don't really care. I figured out that it snows every 4 years. And then it snows for 2006. By my forecast, we are experiencing 08's weather several years early. But it's cool, I like snow. I just don't like it in snowball version all over my face or down my jacket. Wish it didn't have to get so cold, though. Tonight's supposed to be really bad, along with tommorow. Stay warm!!

Happy Thanksgiving!!

Well, all in all, it was good day. The Cowboys won, the pie I made was a success, and I got the new Daughtry cd. The same story as Bo Bice. Chris Daughtry got cheated of the American Idol title and came back with a cd and a band that kicks serious ash. Plus I found my gray hat! Which I am wearing as I post this.

It was a good day, but not many people see the hard work that goes into making it all possible. Yesterday was spent making pies, I'm still cleaning flour out from under my fingernails. This morning was spent doing everything else. I didn't get dressed until 11:47 or sometime around that, just running around barefooted in an oversized t-shirt and fannel pants. Then took a shower, got dressed and welcomed guests and then disappeared into the computer room between turkey and pie. Honestly, I've been in the computer room for most of the day. After this I'll go and memorize some of Daughtry. Then tomorrow, I'll go to work and get to hear how every one's Thanksgiving went.

But, hopefully, more people see the true reason behind this holiday. I am thankful for my family, my home, and my friends. I truely am grateful for everything I have, and hope that I never do such a crime as to take it for granted. I am blessed by having so much. Thank God, I have been given more than I deserve. I hope every one had a incredible Thanksgiving. God bless.

Are We Related? Prt. 2: Jordan

Jordan. Jordan, Jordan, Jordan. What the heck am I supposed to write about you? Not that your boring. It's just that there are so many different parts to your character! It's easy to write about Reagan, I observe her a lot. You, I actually talk to!!

Jordan is a hard character to place. She is terrible to shop for because she isn't into saying what she wants outloud or writing out lists. She likes shopping like Reagan but she knows when to call it quits. She LOVES food and Orlando Bloom. She isn't much for running and jumping. For the most part, Jordan likes to take life slow, in all meanings of the word. She likes to stamp cards, write stories, and read. She says she likes watching me surf the web and play my Gameboy. We got her a Gameboy of her own, but she'll still watch me play mine when given the chance. She can be closed and shy, or loud and talkative. She hates math and people eating when she's doing math. She really hates it when Reagan gets on her case. They can get loud when they are ticked!!!!!

Jordan is somewhat socially challenged. She is shy around people she doesn't know. She also has a slight tendency to say things at the wrong time. Or she won't say any thing at all. She has several very loyal friends. The problem is, none of those friends can stand each other. But, she has one almost constant companion, me. And I have no problem with that.

We compliment each other in an odd way. She is also one of the few who understands and can translate Carmen-ese. We have several odd nicknames for each other.

Jordan= Padawan, Jeeves, Cyborg (three of my favorite choice names for her)
Carmen= Master, Beast Boy, Kermit (she doesn't actually call me this one but has asked about the possibility on many occasions), Carmundo, Gonzo, Kumquat (these are used less frequently)
But Carmundo is quickly gaing popularity.

She likes watching Xiaolin Showdown, Teen Titans, Sigma 6, and Teen-age Mutant Ninja Turtles. All of which are favorite shows of mine. I don't know if she watches the last two because she really likes them or because I won't let any body change the chanel. Jordan will ask me personal questions. Example: If you were a ceiling fan, would you be a kitchen fan or a living room fan? The two of us share many private jokes and theories. She is the one that is most often laughing at me, hearing my wild ideas for cartoons, listening to my rants, and seeing to the fact that my head is on my shoulders instead of the clouds. The differences between us are that she likes symphony music and doesn't start doing dance numbers in the frozen food aisle in Wal-Mart.

Can You Read This?

My mom was trying to get on to my blog when we made two starteling discoveries. Our toolbar had disappeared and we couldn't access my blog. When you opened the page to it, all you got was the backround. Now don't get me wrong, I like my backround! ( But, I've been thinking about maybe changing it for the holidays.) The thing that freaked me out was all the time I had put into coming up with matching titles and posts. Gone! Gone, like dust in the wind! Like tissue paper in a bonfire! Like soda down Jordan's throat! (Or like any kind of food really.) Like electricity in a bathtub, but with less of a KABOOM! Like my blog from the Internet! Got a little poetic there, heh heh.

But why am I posting if my blog is gone? Because it is NOT gone, fair readers! Or is it?! Dun Dun Daaaaan!! My sister is laughing at my melodramtic typing habits & the fact that my qoute of the month may be from October. Which would make it the quote of Last Month! I also noticed I had left some things out of my profile too. Now, what font color shall I use this time?

What about this color? Umm, don't think so. Purpley color! Every body loves purpley colors! Well, actually I guess it's plum. If you wanna get technical. Awe what the heck! I'll just do it in the shiny tealy bluey color. Aha! You thought I'd say color-y! I would never stoop so low as to utter the word "color-y". Now I have to go update the qoute and watch as much of the season two finale of Teen Titans before my dad takes me to work out. I love having my favorite shows on DVD. Now, I just need to find the elusive Xiaolin Showdown DVD. Toodles! We got our toolbar back in case any one was wondering.

Declaration of War...or not

In my back yard, we have an ant hill that is placed right under the clothesline. This ant hill is filled with the most vicious ants you have ever seen!! They will climb up your pants leg while you are hanging out laundry on the clothesline and then bite you once you get inside. And for some reason, they only have one target:

Me.

So, I decided to declare war on the ant poplution of my backyard. One kid vs. a bunch of bugs. Easy war. 'Cept I won't use the ant equivalent of an atomic bomb. A.K.A. pesticide. Since I can't put a trade embargo on them, or set up a quartine, it is going to come down to a battle of sneakyness and decepction. They try to climb up my pants while I'm not looking, I'll just wear shorts!!!

Take that, evil ant geniuses!!!! Carmen once again overwhelms her hapless foes!

(Ant intelligence reads blog on computer, and wonders what the heck I'm talking about. Then sends note to tech developement to devise gliders.)

Why do I do the things I do?

There are several people I know that have a well worn routine. Whenever they see me, they tell me to be good. And as much as I appreciate that concern, I would probably be better off if they told me something along the lines of "Use your head, Carmen." If more people told me that on a regular basis, I might not be so.... Carmen-ish. Here's an example.

I was at a Braiding workshop a while back. When you braid, to keep tension, you use these really big clamps. And I mean BIG clamps. I had finished braiding and taken my braid and the clamp holding it, off the table. I was looking at it and wondered how it would feel if some body got their nose clamped with one of these things. Immeadiatly, the clamp begins wandering up toward my nose. Long story short, I was in a stalemate with myself. Funny Carmen vs. Intelligent Carmen. Either do the interesting thing (clamp my nose) or the smart thing (use common sense and don't clamp my nose). Intellingence won that battle but just barely.

So working at a place like the Museum is fun for me. Watching people clean stuff with acetone, clean stuff with air powered drills, playing complicated war games on the dry erase board, catologing old pieces of wood. I like working at the museum.

I really like working up in the front. It's always fun and relaxed behind the counter, which also works as a breakroom. There are also some incredibly funny people that I work with on a weekly basis. But the one person nesssary to this post is Linda. Linda is this nice older lady, she has an incredible sense of humor, and apparently has a never ending resource of patience for hyper-active teen volunteers. I had another clamp or not to clamp moment, except the second time it was a barcode scanner. My question was if the computer would price me by scanning my eyes. Linda looks over, sees me with the scanner and doesn't say anything. She just shrugs and laughs. She laughs even harder when I tell her what I'm considering doing. Linda is one of the nicest people I have met. Answers any questions I may have about general upkeep of the giftshop. Laughs when I stick the Museum sticker to my forehead. Very nice lady.

Last time I was at working at the Museum, Linda and I were in the giftshop. The curator and another volunteer where somewhere in the back. I was spinning around in this swivel chair and spot something lying next to the cash register. It was this little gray remote on a chain. I pushed the button on it to see if it did any thing. A little red light blinked on the top of it, but other than that, nothing happened. As I couldn't figure out what it did on my own, I turned to Linda for answers. Her first sentence was "Don't push the little button." Ooops.

Linda explained to me that the innocent little remote is actually a panic alarm. In case of emergency, push the button for 3 seconds and the police will come. If I was made of weaker stuff, I would have fallen off my swivel chair. But, luckily, I'm made of alot of moral fiber. (See my recount of the episode between myself, French Fry, and Soda Dude.) So I was also copelled to tell Linda that I had pushed the little button out of ignorance. She told me that she was pretty sure that I hadn't managed to call the police. A couple of minutes passed and I began to calm down. Until I glanced at the security camera moniter. There where two policemen standing outside the door. Needless to say, I wanted to fall off my swivel chair again. Once again, I didn't fall off. I was to nervous to speak. Would they take me to the Big House for pulling a false alarm? Would they call my parents? Would I have to stop working at the Museum? Would I get grounded?

As all these thoughts continued to swirl around in my head, the policemen entered. They did a good job checking to make sure we weren't hiding any one behind the counter or something. The first thing they asked once they entered the door, "Who set off the panic alarm?". For the third time, I wanted to and failed to fall off my chair. Linda and I, (mostly Linda), explained that it had been an accident and that there was no emegency. The policemen checked again, said that it was alright, asked how long it had taken them to get there, and then left.

I finally fell off the swivel chair. Here's where the notorious Find Every thing Funny Syndrome (F.E.F.S.) comes into play. I'm lying on the ground, after some of the most intense minutes of my life, and I start laughing. I was overcome with everything. I remain on the ground laughing for a little while, then pull myself into a different swivel chair. And start laughing again. Linda said something along the lines of "At least now we know it works!" and begins laughing herself. Once we get under control, who should walk in to the giftshop than the curator. He looks around and asks if any thing has happened. I can't remember if I wanted to start laughing again or fall off the chair.

I must commend those who spend time with me. I tend to find the oddest things in the most boring scenarios, and then laugh when the worst comes to worst. Curse you, F.E.F.S. and Unstoppable Imagination and Curiousity! Well, no, I take that back. I wouldn't have half as much fun and life would be a good step closer to normal for all who know and spend time with me.

Honest Review: Prowl

Very good book, I liked the plot and the characters. There were a few things that kinda bummed me out.

1. There were all these extra characters that popped in and out of the story. Given a name once, they played their part and then didn't end up back in the story. But that is acceptable, the guy is on a sub, there are going to be a lot of people on it. I can't expect for every one on the Omaha to have a chapter.

2. It got way techincal. But that too is acceptable. If your going to place a book on a submarine, you'll need to explain quite a bit.

Very good, plot was always moving and lively. Well done, Gordan Runyan! You have the approval of the "I Have Nothing Better To Do" blog. Mo betta than eva before. ; )

Whadya mean, unlucky?

(Lightening flash)
(Thunder boom)
(Camera does a shot of the sky. It's a full moon, cloudly sky and rain pouring down from the heavens. Another flash of lightening. Over head shot of Tucumcari. Second flash of lightening. Shot of a house. Camera begins to slowly zoom in on the window. A wolf howls in the distance. Camera goes through the window and stops. At the far end of the room, a laptop is open to the Blogger create post page. A figure comes in from the left side of the screen, and sits down in front of the laptop and starts typing. The theme from Young Frankenstien starts as the camera begins to move in slowly toward the typist. The music gets louder and louder until the camera reaches the back of the blogger's chair. The sound of the keys being pressed continues for a couple more seconds after the camera stops moving. The blogger straightens up, and turns around in the chair. A huge butcher knife looms in from the top of the screen... the music reaches it's cresendo and....)

Well,what do you think? It's my first try at one of those. It's called a screenshot.

I wanted to try something a little different wit this post because this a very different post. I wanna trash something, and that something is Friday the 13th. That day is considered unlucky. The mix of a Friday and the number 13 is just a bad mix. There are a ton of different ideas of how this started. One was that an empire was sacked on a Friday the 13th. Another was that the public hangings all took place on Friday and there where 13 steps on the way up to the noose.

Why does that make a day unlucky, other than for that empire and those about to be hung? Supertions are weird. Like the last June 6. The date was 6/6/06. 666 is a baddddddddddd number, the number that the followers of the anti-christ are to marked wit at the end of the world. But I'm not going into that, I'm trashin' Friday 13 today, thanks. But techincally, the date was 6/6/06.

And truely, there is no such thing as bad luck. Luck is what we make it. Fate is in God's hands, and no amount of salt thrown over a shoulder will change anything. The main fact is that you have a choice about luck. You decide if your luck is bad or if it's good, it depends on your veiw on life. It's not cool to break a mirror, but you choose whether you're gonna pick the shards up or go hide in a bomb shelter. So that is why I welcome the black cat, step boldly underneath ladders, and push the limits wit in reason. I'm not supertious, the question is are you?

We interrupt this blog..

I would like to take this moment to show my support for the greatest team in the history of NFL.

DALLAS COWBOYS RULE!!!!!!!! DOWN WIT THE EAGLES!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! HA HA HA HA!!!!!!!!!!!

Ok, thats all. Enjoy the blog.

My Hyper ability

I have a special power. I can make any kid I know turn into a hyper active ball of energy and bad jokes. I can make anyone I know, adult or kid act as if they have eaten a pound of sugar. It may be more than just me that does it, but for some reason, they always go hyper when I'm near by. Just by being around them. I don't know why. I just can. Don't believe me?

I have this friend, Sarah. She is the typical bored teen-ager. She wears flip-flops and has a purse to match every pair. *I saw in her closet* She is usually laid back and extremly cool. Yes, I said it Sarah, cool. So when ever I go over to her house, I try to be a little calmer than I would normaly be at a friend's house. She's one of those friends who talks and hangs out more than plays.

After about twenty minutes, she falls to my Hyper power. She starts cleaning up her room, teen-ager style. *Throw something from one place in the room to another. Even out the mess* Sarah begins to talk, I mean TALK, and giggle about the littlest things. She pulls out a yearbook from school and starts pointing out boys she thinks are cute.

Sarah isn't the only person it works on. I can loosen up a entire birthday party. I make people smile, make them laugh, with out saying anything. I don't know how or why this works for me, but it does. It's my passive superpower. It works on just about everyone I know, except for sticks in the mud. But then again, they are sticks.

Dang It!

I just spent I don't know how long working on a post and the coputer ate it! Dang! And I can't remember anything I wrote! Wahhhh! Why me?!

I posted it and then wanted to edit something and then it disappeared! I guess the moral of the story is, is, is.....

Ok, I can't think of one. Contest! First person to come up wit a good moral gets 100 points!!!!!

I cann't think of anything else to write right now. Go listen to the song When I'm Gone by 3 Doors Down on the computer or request it on the radio. Really good song. :)

':( What are you still doing here? Fine, you can stay. Just wash your own dishes!

Are we related? Prt.1: Reagan

My sisters and I are just as different from each other as you could think. Sometimes I sit back and look at those two wit amazement to the fact they truely are my siblings. They are one of the main reasons I think my life could be a successful cartoon. So, I'm gonna give a character sketch on both of them. Possibily one on myself as well, but I can do that any old time.

Reagan Elizabeth Runyan. Her name means Little Tyrant. Jordan calls her crazy, I call her Freak. Simply because so many things she does are freaky to me. She likes make-up and flip flops. Reagan will fix her friend's hair when ever they come over to play. She has her heart set on getting a Barbie Laptop. Shoulder length, straight, light brown hair she usually wears long, big brown eyes, and the longest lashes this side of Hollywood. She has an attitude when she's around some people and other times you couldn't pay her to talk. She loves stores like Claire's and TV shows like Winx Club. Reagan will change her clothes at least once every day. She decided along time ago that she is going to be a cosmotolagist. I can see her growing up to have a clique of her own made up of her girl friends.

Reagan and Jordan will sometimes fight over stuff like Reagan eating her food to loud when Jordan's doing Math. Other times, they'll be the best of friends. Our ages also have slight influence over her as well, at least I think so. I'm 14, Jordan is 12, and Reagan is 7. Things I do will often get repeated by Reagan. I used the word Syke a few days ago. Reagan tried to pull that out of the bag and wow me during an argument. She used it entirely wrong, using it at the end of a sentence instead of sarcasm. She is utterly adorable, I hear that too many times from my friends. I have to correct them and tell them that they need to live wit her before they make their final judgement.

The typical littlest sister, I don't know what the house would be like if she wasn't there. Probably alot quieter.

Cats have nine tails. No! Really!

I am going to prove to you that cats have nine tails. Right here, right now. Ready?

Do you agree with this statement:
No cat has eight tails.
(Your answer is yes)

Now, imagine that I show you two boxes. Box one has a cat, box two has no cat. Ok, how many more tails does box one have? (You answer one)

Using the facts, that one cat has one more tail than no cat and that no cat has eight tails. One more tail than no cat is in other words, nine tails. Then using logic, cats have nine tails.

Freaky, huh?

Dinos and More Crosstitch

Thank you every body for being patient wit me. It's been hetic for me the last couple of days. I did well on fair, but wasn't able to completly finish my crosstitch pattern. So now I gots ta get it done by tommorow! I also found myself a new non-paying job! Yee ha for Carmen!
Wanna know what it is? I gets to work at the Dino Museum! Yipee. It's gonna be interesting, to say the least. I haven't worked a day there yet, but starting on next Wednsday, I'll have some new things to write about. Maybe I'll be able to keep up wit my bloggy too! But that may be a little to big of an expectation right now. And while you read this, I will be busy backstitching and jamming to Nickelback. I'm gonna have to post about them and all my other music people too, but not now. Bye bye!
CROSSTITCH, BE PREPARED TO DIE!!!! AAAHHHHHHHH!!!! DIIIEEEEEE!!!!

Warning: Rant Fest

Beg pardon not updating for so long, but I've been busy with just about all the work and projects I can handle.

And the sad thing is, there's still MORE STUFF! Well, there's my crosstitch that needs to be finished. I have maybe two thirds of the most congested area still to go. Next week, they are having a play thingy come into town. Called Missoula Childrens Theater. I don't know if I wanna act or do Assitant Director like I did last year. I also have the county fair to get ready for. I gotta make pies, pie-like things, finish a board for braiding (I actually really like that project alot), and the cursed crosstitch in two weeks. To top it all off, I got my ears pierced today and thought I lost my favorite Gameboy game. (Teen Titans ROCK!)

But, come to think of it, its not so bad. I found my game, my ears don't hurt half as much as they could, the cursed crosstitch is coming along well, and I can make pies. I act well and I can lead well. The fair is my party and I'm a stubborn-ish enough person to do almost anything that presents a challenge. Which it looks like every thing about of the next few weeks.

I'm willing to work my butt off to get the job done so help any one that gets in my way. Now, if you excuse me, I must stop ranting and start attacking, I mean, working, on my arch nemisis, umm, crosstich pattern. Please say a prayer for it.

Is it so odd?

I recently went to a bowling party at the local bowling alley. I went to the concession stand to buy some drinks for me and some memebers of my family. The guy gives me the drinks, I take them and walk away. Half way to my table, I relize how cheap the drinks were. Three small drinks each for 1.05. That would make my total bill 3.15. I paid a grand total of ..... 0.00. I stopped dead. I was astounded by two things.
1. I was able to do math during the summer
2. I had forgotten to pay the guy

Without thinking twice, I turn around and tell the guy that he didn't charge me. Both he and the guy working the french fry maker-thing were shocked that I came back to tell him. Frech Fry even said he would have kept his mouth shut and walked away. If I were Soda Guy, I'd keep an eye on the cash register. Does any one else thinks this is a bad sign?

Of High Heels and Jack Sparrow

Today was spent in Amarillo, watching movies and trying on dresses. The least painful will be related first.
My family and I went to see the second Pirates of the Carribean movie. It had all the sword fights, action, Jack Sparrow humor and even a scene when Orlando Bloom's charater got his shirt ripped off! (wolf whistle!)
This was movie was mostly setting up for the last one in the series. Fun, but you can miss it and still mostly understand what happens in the next one.
The painful part of my day was spent trying on dresses. I don't like dresses. I can't even remember the last time that I last wore a dress. But we ended up with a nice green dress. For some reason, I feel safe wearing green. Guess there's something comforting about that color for me. Long story short, we got a whole outfit, complete with high-heels. Any one that knows me will either fall over dead right now or will be laughing their heads off. For every one who doesn't know me that well, I don't even wear alot of sandals. So the prospect of wearing a pair of sandal high-heels, much less walking and dancing, for an entire evening is some what daunting for me, someone who has rescued an aunt from a humongus spider. (ask me later) In preparation, I'm breaking them in/ practicing wearing them. Even sitting in a computer chair, they hurt like heck.
I'm taking off for the week to go to a contest for the entire state of New Mexico. Now, if you excuse me, I have to go wash the dishes in heels and firgure out how and what I'm supposed to say for a pie-crust demonstration.

Lord, help me. Where's that Bo Bice CD?

The Real Thing: Bo Bice

Its my life, my time to find the answer
Don't always know what kind of roads in front of me
But I'll go slow, wanna remember every moment
that passes by because this ride is every thing
It's my life
Isn't that awesome? Those are the lyrics to the chorus of My Life by Bo Bice. The song is on the album,The Real Thing. Very rightly named. As fans of American Idol will remember, Bo was on the show last year and wowed thousands with his mic-stand skills and his Rock and Roll style. He made it all the way to the finals. Bo Bice, the rocker vs. Carrie Underwood, country singer extrodanair. And the next night, Carrie joined thousands of other country singers while Bo stood back and clapped. I have nothing against Carrie. I just don't like country and I don't like the fact that rock lost to country.
Needless to say, I was estatic when I heard Bo singing the title song of his album on the radio. I got my greatest wish when we found the album. Now, it's one of my favorite CDs, the song above one of my favorites on it. The CD is great. If you see it in the store, BUY IT!!! You will not regret it. The songs are mostly love songs with a song called Valley of Angels, which I don't like so much. It's not all rock, so those of you who are squeemish about that branch have nothing to fear. These are the choruses to some of my favorites on the CD...
My World:
Does he make you high?
Does he make you real?
Does he make you cry?
Does he know the way you feel?
Love is all around you, your universe is full
But in my world, there is only you
Great or what? Please believe the teen you have never seen, THIS IS NOT A WASTE OF MONEY OR YOUR HEARING! And with that, go buy the disc while I go find mine.

Hundred Percent Natural

Alright, people of the world, this is the story so far. I'm Carmen, this is my first blog and I am a TEEN-AGER! Yeah, thats right. I'm the rebelious punk you see walking around bobbing their heads to the hard core rock in their CD player. Ok, I'm not a rebelious punk. But I do listen to Iron Maiden at times.
I'm going to keep it real, my blogging bruthas! and sistas, too! This is a veiw into my head, so don't litter it with cuss words and other inapropriate stuff. Other than that, no real rules.
Well, I'll be going now. I have to or my mom will drag me off by my ears. Plus, I just got back from babysitting. These posts probably won't always be the same distance apart, bare with me! Not sure on the spelling on that. Hmm, Awe well! Blog it up! Good night everybody!