...Wait. What's this?
Am I a blogger???
0.O I am a blogger.
I blog, but I don't think I have the typical behaviour of a blogger. I generally dress well, I'm good with make-up, and *gasp* I like people. ...Wait. What's this? Is that?? Laptop? Blankets? In random places? Am I a blogger??? Favorite hoodie, comfy pants, and random socks say yes.
0.O I am a blogger.
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We were at Meals on Wheels the other day, and we were in line to pick up the food we needed to deliver. My littlest sister observes, "Everyone is wearing either blue or black jeans. Except those two. They have blond jeans." "Khakis, Hazel. They're khakis."
My sister, watching the Beecake "Clown" music video: Can I hit them in the head worth a frying pans ...that's on fire?
One time we were at the park with a bunch of family. We were eating lunch under the pavilion, and in between trying to fly a kite, I kid you not we look over and there's this guy riding his bike across the turf. Sounds normal enough. He had a sheep tied to the back. A SHEEP. A fluffy, white sheep running behind him. And I still have so many questions.
GUYS. I'M SO PROUD OF MYSELF.
My sister said "What about the dwarves in Moria?" and I told her "There are no dwarves in Moria." So she said, "There was." And I said, "Not any Moria." I always find funny and cool stuff to post about, but then by time I have a chance to blog, I forget what they were.
Coconuts are weird. Like, who-the-llama saw this diamond-hard sphere and thought, "Hey I wonder what it will taste like if we open it? Doesn't matter at all that (since this is the first coconut we're talking about) we may bruise our fingers and poke our eyes out trying to do so."
Anyways, It's ridiculously hard on the outside, but so soft, it's liquid the inside. ????? Reading about coconuts the other day, there's supposed to be this way to tap on one, and they'll just fall open. Kudos to you who can do it. When I do it, like, it's so useless that I might as well be trying to use a pen in my pencil sharpener. I don't even know. I got on here to share a great toasted coconut recipe, but what good will it do you if you can't get the coconut open and out of the shell. I will be sure and follow up with the recipe as soon as I get it from my mom. At any rate, *insert fun and witty closing, because I'm too tired to think of one.* My cousin and I were discussing the fact that you live 80 milliseconds in the past, because that's how long it takes your brain to process stuff. Anyway, we determined, that if you were to die instantly, to your brain it would be the same as dying in the future, but it affecting you now. Basically losing 80 milliseconds of your life because your brain can't process stuff faster.
Let me know if I made any sense :) My sister, speaking to my little brother:
Hannah: Say "Sherlock". Levi: Sher-lock. Hannah: Now say "Holmes". Levi: Homie. |
Author**On a long, somewhat-hiatus** They call me Elanor. I come from a large family. I love sparkles, my fandoms, and, telling pointless stories. But most importantly, I love Jesus! Archives
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