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Sunday, October 31, 2010
Saturday, October 30, 2010
Best Costume Ever
Congrats to this lady for having the most epic costume ever. Try figuring out what part of her is actually her :)
Don't forget to read my pre-Halloween post below.
Guess What Tomorrow is....
Hmmmmm... the day before Halloween. I think this calls for a very creepy post today.
(this will probably be a problem come tomorrow, the actual day of Halloween, when I can't find anything else to write about)
Bess
John Nicholas raised horses. He had many horses of all kinds, but his favorite was Bess, a gentle old mare he had grown up with. He no longer rode her, for all she could do now was just amble along. Bess spent her days grazing peacefully in a meadow.
That summer, for the fun of it, John went into a fortune-tellers booth. The fortune teller studied her cards. "I see danger ahead for you," she warned. "Your favorite horse will cause you to die. I don't know when, but it will happen. It is in the cards."
John Nicholas laughed. The idea that Bess would cause his death was nonsense. She was as dangerous as a bowl of soup. Yet from then on, whenever he saw her, he remembered the fortune teller's warning.
That fall a farmer from the other end of the county asked if he could have Bess. He had been thinking that the old horse would be perfect for his children to ride.
"That's a good idea," John said. "It would be fun for them, and it would give Bess something to do."
Later John told his wife about it. "Now Bess won't kill me," he said, and they both laughed.
A few months later, he saw the farmer who had taken her. "How's my Bess?" he asked.
"Oh, she was fine for a while," the farmer said. "The children loved her. Then she got really sick. I had to shoot her to put her out of her misery. It was a shame."
Despite himself, John breathed a sigh of relief. He had often wondered if in some crazy was, through some strange accident, Bess would kill him. Now, of course, she could not.
"I'd like to see her," John said. "just to say goodbye. She was my favorite."
The bones of the dead horse were in a far corner of the man's farm. John kneeled down and patted Bess's sun-bleached skull. Just then, a rattlesnake, which had made his home inside the skull, sank its fangs into John Nicholas's arm and killed him.
My dad told me yesterday that he's finally going let me watch the movie "Halloween". I'm really excited, so I think I'll post a creepy picture from the movie-
It is impossible to say how first the idea entered my brain, but, once conceived, it haunted me day and night. Object there was none. Passion there was none. I loved the old man. He had never wronged me. He had never given me insult. For his gold I had no desire. I think it was his eye! Yes, it was this! One of his eyes resembled that of a vulture -- a pale blue eye with a film over it. Whenever it fell upon me my blood ran cold, and so by degrees, very gradually, I made up my mind to take the life of the old man, and thus rid myself of the eye for ever.
Now this is the point. You fancy me mad. Madmen know nothing. But you should have seen me. You should have seen how wisely I proceeded -- with what caution -- with what foresight, with what dissimulation, I went to work! I was never kinder to the old man than during the whole week before I killed him. And every night about midnight I turned the latch of his door and opened it oh, so gently! And then, when I had made an opening sufficient for my head, I put in a dark lantern all closed, closed so that no light shone out, and then I thrust in my head. Oh, you would have laughed to see how cunningly I thrust it in! I moved it slowly, very, very slowly, so that I might not disturb the old man's sleep. It took me an hour to place my whole head within the opening so far that I could see him as he lay upon his bed. Ha! would a madman have been so wise as this? And then when my head was well in the room I undid the lantern cautiously -- oh, so cautiously -- cautiously (for the hinges creaked), I undid it just so much that a single thin ray fell upon the vulture eye. And this I did for seven long nights, every night just at midnight, but I found the eye always closed, and so it was impossible to do the work, for it was not the old man who vexed me but his Evil Eye. And every morning, when the day broke, I went boldly into the chamber and spoke courageously to him, calling him by name in a hearty tone, and inquiring how he had passed the night. So you see he would have been a very profound old man, indeed , to suspect that every night, just at twelve, I looked in upon him while he slept.
Upon the eighth night I was more than usually cautious in opening the door. A watch's minute hand moves more quickly than did mine. Never before that night had I felt the extent of my own powers, of my sagacity. I could scarcely contain my feelings of triumph. To think that there I was opening the door little by little, and he not even to dream of my secret deeds or thoughts. I fairly chuckled at the idea, and perhaps he heard me, for he moved on the bed suddenly as if startled. Now you may think that I drew back -- but no. His room was as black as pitch with the thick darkness (for the shutters were close fastened through fear of robbers), and so I knew that he could not see the opening of the door, and I kept pushing it on steadily, steadily.
I had my head in, and was about to open the lantern, when my thumb slipped upon the tin fastening , and the old man sprang up in the bed, crying out, "Who's there?"
I kept quite still and said nothing. For a whole hour I did not move a muscle, and in the meantime I did not hear him lie down. He was still sitting up in the bed, listening; just as I have done night after night hearkening to the death watches in the wall.
Presently, I heard a slight groan, and I knew it was the groan of mortal terror. It was not a groan of pain or of grief -- oh, no! It was the low stifled sound that arises from the bottom of the soul when overcharged with awe. I knew the sound well. Many a night, just at midnight, when all the world slept, it has welled up from my own bosom, deepening, with its dreadful echo, the terrors that distracted me. I say I knew it well. I knew what the old man felt, and pitied him although I chuckled at heart. I knew that he had been lying awake ever since the first slight noise when he had turned in the bed. His fears had been ever since growing upon him. He had been trying to fancy them causeless, but could not. He had been saying to himself, "It is nothing but the wind in the chimney, it is only a mouse crossing the floor," or, "It is merely a cricket which has made a single chirp." Yes he has been trying to comfort himself with these suppositions ; but he had found all in vain. ALL IN VAIN, because Death in approaching him had stalked with his black shadow before him and enveloped the victim. And it was the mournful influence of the unperceived shadow that caused him to feel, although he neither saw nor heard, to feel the presence of my head within the room.
When I had waited a long time very patiently without hearing him lie down, I resolved to open a little -- a very, very little crevice in the lantern. So I opened it -- you cannot imagine how stealthily, stealthily -- until at length a single dim ray like the thread of the spider shot out from the crevice and fell upon the vulture eye.
It was open, wide, wide open, and I grew furious as I gazed upon it. I saw it with perfect distinctness -- all a dull blue with a hideous veil over it that chilled the very marrow in my bones, but I could see nothing else of the old man's face or person, for I had directed the ray as if by instinct precisely upon the damned spot.
And now have I not told you that what you mistake for madness is but over-acuteness of the senses? now, I say, there came to my ears a low, dull, quick sound, such as a watch makes when enveloped in cotton. I knew that sound well too. It was the beating of the old man's heart. It increased my fury as the beating of a drum stimulates the soldier into courage.
But even yet I refrained and kept still. I scarcely breathed. I held the lantern motionless. I tried how steadily I could maintain the ray upon the eye. Meantime the hellish tattoo of the heart increased. It grew quicker and quicker, and louder and louder, every instant. The old man's terror must have been extreme! It grew louder, I say, louder every moment! -- do you mark me well? I have told you that I am nervous: so I am. And now at the dead hour of the night, amid the dreadful silence of that old house, so strange a noise as this excited me to uncontrollable terror. Yet, for some minutes longer I refrained and stood still. But the beating grew louder, louder! I thought the heart must burst. And now a new anxiety seized me -- the sound would be heard by a neighbour! The old man's hour had come! With a loud yell, I threw open the lantern and leaped into the room. He shrieked once -- once only. In an instant I dragged him to the floor, and pulled the heavy bed over him. I then smiled gaily, to find the deed so far done. But for many minutes the heart beat on with a muffled sound. This, however, did not vex me; it would not be heard through the wall. At length it ceased. The old man was dead. I removed the bed and examined the corpse. Yes, he was stone, stone dead. I placed my hand upon the heart and held it there many minutes. There was no pulsation. He was stone dead. His eye would trouble me no more.
If still you think me mad, you will think so no longer when I describe the wise precautions I took for the concealment of the body. The night waned, and I worked hastily, but in silence.
I took up three planks from the flooring of the chamber, and deposited all between the scantlings. I then replaced the boards so cleverly so cunningly, that no human eye -- not even his -- could have detected anything wrong. There was nothing to wash out -- no stain of any kind -- no blood-spot whatever. I had been too wary for that.
When I had made an end of these labours, it was four o'clock -- still dark as midnight. As the bell sounded the hour, there came a knocking at the street door. I went down to open it with a light heart, -- for what had I now to fear? There entered three men, who introduced themselves, with perfect suavity, as officers of the police. A shriek had been heard by a neighbour during the night; suspicion of foul play had been aroused; information had been lodged at the police office, and they (the officers) had been deputed to search the premises.
I smiled, -- for what had I to fear? I bade the gentlemen welcome. The shriek, I said, was my own in a dream. The old man, I mentioned, was absent in the country. I took my visitors all over the house. I bade them search -- search well. I led them, at length, to his chamber. I showed them his treasures, secure, undisturbed. In the enthusiasm of my confidence, I brought chairs into the room, and desired them here to rest from their fatigues, while I myself, in the wild audacity of my perfect triumph, placed my own seat upon the very spot beneath which reposed the corpse of the victim.
The officers were satisfied. My MANNER had convinced them. I was singularly at ease. They sat and while I answered cheerily, they chatted of familiar things. But, ere long, I felt myself getting pale and wished them gone. My head ached, and I fancied a ringing in my ears; but still they sat, and still chatted. The ringing became more distinct : I talked more freely to get rid of the feeling: but it continued and gained definitiveness -- until, at length, I found that the noise was NOT within my ears.
No doubt I now grew VERY pale; but I talked more fluently, and with a heightened voice. Yet the sound increased -- and what could I do? It was A LOW, DULL, QUICK SOUND -- MUCH SUCH A SOUND AS A WATCH MAKES WHEN ENVELOPED IN COTTON. I gasped for breath, and yet the officers heard it not. I talked more quickly, more vehemently but the noise steadily increased. I arose and argued about trifles, in a high key and with violent gesticulations; but the noise steadily increased. Why WOULD they not be gone? I paced the floor to and fro with heavy strides, as if excited to fury by the observations of the men, but the noise steadily increased. O God! what COULD I do? I foamed -- I raved -- I swore! I swung the chair upon which I had been sitting, and grated it upon the boards, but the noise arose over all and continually increased. It grew louder -- louder -- louder! And still the men chatted pleasantly , and smiled. Was it possible they heard not? Almighty God! -- no, no? They heard! -- they suspected! -- they KNEW! -- they were making a mockery of my horror! -- this I thought, and this I think. But anything was better than this agony! Anything was more tolerable than this derision! I could bear those hypocritical smiles no longer! I felt that I must scream or die! -- and now -- again -- hark! louder! louder! louder! LOUDER! --
"Villains!" I shrieked, "dissemble no more! I admit the deed! -- tear up the planks! -- here, here! -- it is the beating of his hideous heart!"
Now, looking at how long that is, I'm even more happy that I didn't have to type it out.
I think this is an acceptable pre-Halloween post. I'll have pictures tomorrow of my costume and my pumpkin! (and likely one of me, collapsed on the ground from a candy over-dose)
Always,
Abby Noel
(this will probably be a problem come tomorrow, the actual day of Halloween, when I can't find anything else to write about)
Bess
John Nicholas raised horses. He had many horses of all kinds, but his favorite was Bess, a gentle old mare he had grown up with. He no longer rode her, for all she could do now was just amble along. Bess spent her days grazing peacefully in a meadow.
That summer, for the fun of it, John went into a fortune-tellers booth. The fortune teller studied her cards. "I see danger ahead for you," she warned. "Your favorite horse will cause you to die. I don't know when, but it will happen. It is in the cards."
John Nicholas laughed. The idea that Bess would cause his death was nonsense. She was as dangerous as a bowl of soup. Yet from then on, whenever he saw her, he remembered the fortune teller's warning.
That fall a farmer from the other end of the county asked if he could have Bess. He had been thinking that the old horse would be perfect for his children to ride.
"That's a good idea," John said. "It would be fun for them, and it would give Bess something to do."
Later John told his wife about it. "Now Bess won't kill me," he said, and they both laughed.
A few months later, he saw the farmer who had taken her. "How's my Bess?" he asked.
"Oh, she was fine for a while," the farmer said. "The children loved her. Then she got really sick. I had to shoot her to put her out of her misery. It was a shame."
Despite himself, John breathed a sigh of relief. He had often wondered if in some crazy was, through some strange accident, Bess would kill him. Now, of course, she could not.
"I'd like to see her," John said. "just to say goodbye. She was my favorite."
The bones of the dead horse were in a far corner of the man's farm. John kneeled down and patted Bess's sun-bleached skull. Just then, a rattlesnake, which had made his home inside the skull, sank its fangs into John Nicholas's arm and killed him.
My dad told me yesterday that he's finally going let me watch the movie "Halloween". I'm really excited, so I think I'll post a creepy picture from the movie-
I want to see it in black and white. I know I've said before that some things wouldn't be good in black and white, but I think for horror movies, it would make it cooler.
My costume this year is the least creative thing in the world. I'm being a Gothic nerd. So basically that just means that I'm wearing a bunch of nerd clothes and dark makeup and black nail polish.
Yesterday in English we read "The Tell Tale Heart" by Edgar Allan Poe. It's super long, but I think it's worth sharing. (It's a good thing I don't have to type this. I can just copy and paste. Thank you literature.org!)
The Tell Tale Heart by Edgar Allan Poe
TRUE! nervous, very, very dreadfully nervous I had been and am; but why WILL you say that I am mad? The disease had sharpened my senses, not destroyed, not dulled them. Above all was the sense of hearing acute. I heard all things in the heaven and in the earth. I heard many things in hell. How then am I mad? Hearken! and observe how healthily, how calmly, I can tell you the whole story. It is impossible to say how first the idea entered my brain, but, once conceived, it haunted me day and night. Object there was none. Passion there was none. I loved the old man. He had never wronged me. He had never given me insult. For his gold I had no desire. I think it was his eye! Yes, it was this! One of his eyes resembled that of a vulture -- a pale blue eye with a film over it. Whenever it fell upon me my blood ran cold, and so by degrees, very gradually, I made up my mind to take the life of the old man, and thus rid myself of the eye for ever.
Now this is the point. You fancy me mad. Madmen know nothing. But you should have seen me. You should have seen how wisely I proceeded -- with what caution -- with what foresight, with what dissimulation, I went to work! I was never kinder to the old man than during the whole week before I killed him. And every night about midnight I turned the latch of his door and opened it oh, so gently! And then, when I had made an opening sufficient for my head, I put in a dark lantern all closed, closed so that no light shone out, and then I thrust in my head. Oh, you would have laughed to see how cunningly I thrust it in! I moved it slowly, very, very slowly, so that I might not disturb the old man's sleep. It took me an hour to place my whole head within the opening so far that I could see him as he lay upon his bed. Ha! would a madman have been so wise as this? And then when my head was well in the room I undid the lantern cautiously -- oh, so cautiously -- cautiously (for the hinges creaked), I undid it just so much that a single thin ray fell upon the vulture eye. And this I did for seven long nights, every night just at midnight, but I found the eye always closed, and so it was impossible to do the work, for it was not the old man who vexed me but his Evil Eye. And every morning, when the day broke, I went boldly into the chamber and spoke courageously to him, calling him by name in a hearty tone, and inquiring how he had passed the night. So you see he would have been a very profound old man, indeed , to suspect that every night, just at twelve, I looked in upon him while he slept.
Upon the eighth night I was more than usually cautious in opening the door. A watch's minute hand moves more quickly than did mine. Never before that night had I felt the extent of my own powers, of my sagacity. I could scarcely contain my feelings of triumph. To think that there I was opening the door little by little, and he not even to dream of my secret deeds or thoughts. I fairly chuckled at the idea, and perhaps he heard me, for he moved on the bed suddenly as if startled. Now you may think that I drew back -- but no. His room was as black as pitch with the thick darkness (for the shutters were close fastened through fear of robbers), and so I knew that he could not see the opening of the door, and I kept pushing it on steadily, steadily.
I had my head in, and was about to open the lantern, when my thumb slipped upon the tin fastening , and the old man sprang up in the bed, crying out, "Who's there?"
I kept quite still and said nothing. For a whole hour I did not move a muscle, and in the meantime I did not hear him lie down. He was still sitting up in the bed, listening; just as I have done night after night hearkening to the death watches in the wall.
Presently, I heard a slight groan, and I knew it was the groan of mortal terror. It was not a groan of pain or of grief -- oh, no! It was the low stifled sound that arises from the bottom of the soul when overcharged with awe. I knew the sound well. Many a night, just at midnight, when all the world slept, it has welled up from my own bosom, deepening, with its dreadful echo, the terrors that distracted me. I say I knew it well. I knew what the old man felt, and pitied him although I chuckled at heart. I knew that he had been lying awake ever since the first slight noise when he had turned in the bed. His fears had been ever since growing upon him. He had been trying to fancy them causeless, but could not. He had been saying to himself, "It is nothing but the wind in the chimney, it is only a mouse crossing the floor," or, "It is merely a cricket which has made a single chirp." Yes he has been trying to comfort himself with these suppositions ; but he had found all in vain. ALL IN VAIN, because Death in approaching him had stalked with his black shadow before him and enveloped the victim. And it was the mournful influence of the unperceived shadow that caused him to feel, although he neither saw nor heard, to feel the presence of my head within the room.
When I had waited a long time very patiently without hearing him lie down, I resolved to open a little -- a very, very little crevice in the lantern. So I opened it -- you cannot imagine how stealthily, stealthily -- until at length a single dim ray like the thread of the spider shot out from the crevice and fell upon the vulture eye.
It was open, wide, wide open, and I grew furious as I gazed upon it. I saw it with perfect distinctness -- all a dull blue with a hideous veil over it that chilled the very marrow in my bones, but I could see nothing else of the old man's face or person, for I had directed the ray as if by instinct precisely upon the damned spot.
And now have I not told you that what you mistake for madness is but over-acuteness of the senses? now, I say, there came to my ears a low, dull, quick sound, such as a watch makes when enveloped in cotton. I knew that sound well too. It was the beating of the old man's heart. It increased my fury as the beating of a drum stimulates the soldier into courage.
But even yet I refrained and kept still. I scarcely breathed. I held the lantern motionless. I tried how steadily I could maintain the ray upon the eye. Meantime the hellish tattoo of the heart increased. It grew quicker and quicker, and louder and louder, every instant. The old man's terror must have been extreme! It grew louder, I say, louder every moment! -- do you mark me well? I have told you that I am nervous: so I am. And now at the dead hour of the night, amid the dreadful silence of that old house, so strange a noise as this excited me to uncontrollable terror. Yet, for some minutes longer I refrained and stood still. But the beating grew louder, louder! I thought the heart must burst. And now a new anxiety seized me -- the sound would be heard by a neighbour! The old man's hour had come! With a loud yell, I threw open the lantern and leaped into the room. He shrieked once -- once only. In an instant I dragged him to the floor, and pulled the heavy bed over him. I then smiled gaily, to find the deed so far done. But for many minutes the heart beat on with a muffled sound. This, however, did not vex me; it would not be heard through the wall. At length it ceased. The old man was dead. I removed the bed and examined the corpse. Yes, he was stone, stone dead. I placed my hand upon the heart and held it there many minutes. There was no pulsation. He was stone dead. His eye would trouble me no more.
If still you think me mad, you will think so no longer when I describe the wise precautions I took for the concealment of the body. The night waned, and I worked hastily, but in silence.
I took up three planks from the flooring of the chamber, and deposited all between the scantlings. I then replaced the boards so cleverly so cunningly, that no human eye -- not even his -- could have detected anything wrong. There was nothing to wash out -- no stain of any kind -- no blood-spot whatever. I had been too wary for that.
When I had made an end of these labours, it was four o'clock -- still dark as midnight. As the bell sounded the hour, there came a knocking at the street door. I went down to open it with a light heart, -- for what had I now to fear? There entered three men, who introduced themselves, with perfect suavity, as officers of the police. A shriek had been heard by a neighbour during the night; suspicion of foul play had been aroused; information had been lodged at the police office, and they (the officers) had been deputed to search the premises.
I smiled, -- for what had I to fear? I bade the gentlemen welcome. The shriek, I said, was my own in a dream. The old man, I mentioned, was absent in the country. I took my visitors all over the house. I bade them search -- search well. I led them, at length, to his chamber. I showed them his treasures, secure, undisturbed. In the enthusiasm of my confidence, I brought chairs into the room, and desired them here to rest from their fatigues, while I myself, in the wild audacity of my perfect triumph, placed my own seat upon the very spot beneath which reposed the corpse of the victim.
The officers were satisfied. My MANNER had convinced them. I was singularly at ease. They sat and while I answered cheerily, they chatted of familiar things. But, ere long, I felt myself getting pale and wished them gone. My head ached, and I fancied a ringing in my ears; but still they sat, and still chatted. The ringing became more distinct : I talked more freely to get rid of the feeling: but it continued and gained definitiveness -- until, at length, I found that the noise was NOT within my ears.
No doubt I now grew VERY pale; but I talked more fluently, and with a heightened voice. Yet the sound increased -- and what could I do? It was A LOW, DULL, QUICK SOUND -- MUCH SUCH A SOUND AS A WATCH MAKES WHEN ENVELOPED IN COTTON. I gasped for breath, and yet the officers heard it not. I talked more quickly, more vehemently but the noise steadily increased. I arose and argued about trifles, in a high key and with violent gesticulations; but the noise steadily increased. Why WOULD they not be gone? I paced the floor to and fro with heavy strides, as if excited to fury by the observations of the men, but the noise steadily increased. O God! what COULD I do? I foamed -- I raved -- I swore! I swung the chair upon which I had been sitting, and grated it upon the boards, but the noise arose over all and continually increased. It grew louder -- louder -- louder! And still the men chatted pleasantly , and smiled. Was it possible they heard not? Almighty God! -- no, no? They heard! -- they suspected! -- they KNEW! -- they were making a mockery of my horror! -- this I thought, and this I think. But anything was better than this agony! Anything was more tolerable than this derision! I could bear those hypocritical smiles no longer! I felt that I must scream or die! -- and now -- again -- hark! louder! louder! louder! LOUDER! --
"Villains!" I shrieked, "dissemble no more! I admit the deed! -- tear up the planks! -- here, here! -- it is the beating of his hideous heart!"
Now, looking at how long that is, I'm even more happy that I didn't have to type it out.
I think this is an acceptable pre-Halloween post. I'll have pictures tomorrow of my costume and my pumpkin! (and likely one of me, collapsed on the ground from a candy over-dose)
Always,
Abby Noel
Friday, October 29, 2010
Hello readers (if you even exist)
I'm sorry but I can't write anything today. The Halloween dance in starting in about five minutes and I've got to get going. I'll post pictures tommorow!
Always,
Abby Noel
Always,
Abby Noel
Wednesday, October 27, 2010
Look at that. Another messed up Halloween story.
The Bad News
Leon and Todd loved baseball. When they were young, they had played on the town's baseball team. Leon had been the pitcher and and Todd had played second base. Now that they were a lotolder, they spent their free time watching baseball games on TV and talking about baseball.
"Do you think they play baseball in heaven?" Leon asked Todd one day.
"That's a good question," said Todd. "The one who gets there first should let the other one know somehow."
As it turned out, Todd got to heaven first, and Leon waited patiently to hear from him. One day, Leon found Todd sitting in the living room waiting for him.
Leon was excited to see him. "What it is like up there?" he asked. "And what about baseball?"
"When it comes to baseball," said Todd, "I have some good news and some bad news. The good news is that we do play baseball in Heaven. We have some fine teams. I play second base on my team, just like I did in the old days. That's the good news."
"Whats the bad news?" asked Leon.
"The bad news," said Todd, "is that you are scheduled to pitch tomorrow."
Well there you go. That one is even more messed up then the last ones.
I'm kind of in a blogging rut, so I haven't come up with anything else to talk about. There will be another Halloween story tomorrow, and, if I'm lucky, I'll be talking about something that is actually interesting.
Always,
Abby Noel
Leon and Todd loved baseball. When they were young, they had played on the town's baseball team. Leon had been the pitcher and and Todd had played second base. Now that they were a lotolder, they spent their free time watching baseball games on TV and talking about baseball.
"Do you think they play baseball in heaven?" Leon asked Todd one day.
"That's a good question," said Todd. "The one who gets there first should let the other one know somehow."
As it turned out, Todd got to heaven first, and Leon waited patiently to hear from him. One day, Leon found Todd sitting in the living room waiting for him.
Leon was excited to see him. "What it is like up there?" he asked. "And what about baseball?"
"When it comes to baseball," said Todd, "I have some good news and some bad news. The good news is that we do play baseball in Heaven. We have some fine teams. I play second base on my team, just like I did in the old days. That's the good news."
"Whats the bad news?" asked Leon.
"The bad news," said Todd, "is that you are scheduled to pitch tomorrow."
Well there you go. That one is even more messed up then the last ones.
I'm kind of in a blogging rut, so I haven't come up with anything else to talk about. There will be another Halloween story tomorrow, and, if I'm lucky, I'll be talking about something that is actually interesting.
Always,
Abby Noel
Tuesday, October 26, 2010
I'm really not good at this title thing...
Why do hairstylists always think that they can somehow make those ceramic shampooing sinks comfortable just by putting paper-thin towel on it? I just got my hair cut, and whatever shampoo they used smells AMAZING. I hate how short it is though.
From me babbling about my hair, you have probably guessed that I don't have much to write about. I keep starting to type out one thing and then realize that it's boring. Stupid blogger's block.
Okay, I've found a scary story I can post here. I didn't come up with it, I'm just getting it out of a book.
The Brown Suit
A woman came to a funeral parlor to see her husband's corpse.
"You did a good job," she said to the undertaker. "He looks just the way he always did. Except for one thing. My husband always wore a brown suit and you put him a blue suit."
"That is no problem," said the undertaker. "We can easily change it."
When the woman returned later, her husband was dressed in a brown suit.
"Now he looks just like he always did," she said. "I know you went through a lot of trouble."
"It was no trouble," he told her. "As it happened, there is a man here who was wearing a brown suit, and his widow felt that blue would be better. He is about your husbands size. So we gave him the blue one and gave your husband the brown one."
"Even so," she said, "changing all of the clothing must have been a big job."
"Not really," said the undertaker. "All we did was exchange their heads."
Yeah, as if that wouldn't cause lawsuits. (haha, lawsuits.)
It doesn't seem like anyone is actually reading my blog, so can you guys please comment if you're reading. It would help a lot if you would just tell me what you think I should write about. You know, like what you would find interesting. You have no idea how much that would help.
Always,
Abby Noel
From me babbling about my hair, you have probably guessed that I don't have much to write about. I keep starting to type out one thing and then realize that it's boring. Stupid blogger's block.
Okay, I've found a scary story I can post here. I didn't come up with it, I'm just getting it out of a book.
The Brown Suit
A woman came to a funeral parlor to see her husband's corpse.
"You did a good job," she said to the undertaker. "He looks just the way he always did. Except for one thing. My husband always wore a brown suit and you put him a blue suit."
"That is no problem," said the undertaker. "We can easily change it."
When the woman returned later, her husband was dressed in a brown suit.
"Now he looks just like he always did," she said. "I know you went through a lot of trouble."
"It was no trouble," he told her. "As it happened, there is a man here who was wearing a brown suit, and his widow felt that blue would be better. He is about your husbands size. So we gave him the blue one and gave your husband the brown one."
"Even so," she said, "changing all of the clothing must have been a big job."
"Not really," said the undertaker. "All we did was exchange their heads."
Yeah, as if that wouldn't cause lawsuits. (haha, lawsuits.)
It doesn't seem like anyone is actually reading my blog, so can you guys please comment if you're reading. It would help a lot if you would just tell me what you think I should write about. You know, like what you would find interesting. You have no idea how much that would help.
Always,
Abby Noel
Monday, October 25, 2010
Way to lazy to come up with a title...
Lady Gaga, you have done it again....
Doesn't she look like a mermaid? I like it though. I would do that to my hair (but not if it was permanent.)
Alright...this one is really weird-
I don't like Snooki at all (I actually find Jersey Shore stupid and humiliating for all of the normal people that live there) but this is pretty funny.
What in the world? Snooki reading? Oh now I get it. The title says "vodka". That's probably the only reason she picked it up.
Sorry for the short post today but it's already 8:30 and I have some CD's that I need to put on to my ipod. See ya!
Always,
Abby Noel
Sunday, October 24, 2010
"Can you get me some more kettle corn to pour on my lap?"
I love inside jokes that no one can understand :)
Did any of you watch the second season of "Scream Queens"? In case you didn't , it's a show where a bunch of actresses competed for a lead in Saw 3D. Anyway, the reason I'm talking about this is because it's kinda hilarious where one of the girls ended up finding her next job. So I was watching TV and a commercial for some airline is on where a bunch of people are running through the streets singing and I saw one of the girls from Scream Queens as an extra. When they were kicked of the show, all of the girls kept saying "you have not seen the last of me", but I bet this girl didn't expect to be seen like this. :)
I've decided to get a little into the Halloween spirit and tell you guys a little story out of one of the ghost story books I have. (I didn't make up this story and I don't take credit for it)
Room For One More
A man named Joseph Blackwell came to Philadelphia on a business trip. He stayed with friends in the big house they owned outside the city. That night they had a good time visiting. But when Blackwell went to bed, he tossed and turned and couldn't sleep.
Did any of you watch the second season of "Scream Queens"? In case you didn't , it's a show where a bunch of actresses competed for a lead in Saw 3D. Anyway, the reason I'm talking about this is because it's kinda hilarious where one of the girls ended up finding her next job. So I was watching TV and a commercial for some airline is on where a bunch of people are running through the streets singing and I saw one of the girls from Scream Queens as an extra. When they were kicked of the show, all of the girls kept saying "you have not seen the last of me", but I bet this girl didn't expect to be seen like this. :)
I've decided to get a little into the Halloween spirit and tell you guys a little story out of one of the ghost story books I have. (I didn't make up this story and I don't take credit for it)
Room For One More
A man named Joseph Blackwell came to Philadelphia on a business trip. He stayed with friends in the big house they owned outside the city. That night they had a good time visiting. But when Blackwell went to bed, he tossed and turned and couldn't sleep.
Sometime during the night he heard a car turn into the driveway. He went to the window to see who was arriving at such a late hour. In the moonlight, he saw a long, black hearse filled with people.
The driver of the hearse looked up at him. When Blackwell saw his queer, hideous face, he shuddered. The driver called to him, "There's room for one more" Then he waited for a minute or two, and drove off.
In the morning, Blackwell told his friends what had happened. "You were dreaming," they all said.
"I must have been," he said "but it didn't seem like a dream."
After breakfast, he went into Philadelphia. He spent the day high above the city in one of the new office buildings there.
Late in the afternoon he was waiting for an elevator to take him back down to the street. But when it arrived, it was very crowded. One of the passengers looked out and called to him "There's room for one more," he said.
"No thanks," said Blackwell. "I'll just get on the next one."
The doors closed and and the elevator started down. There was shrieking and screeming, and then the sound of a crash. The elevator had fallen to the bottom of the shaft. Everyone on board was killed.
Scary, right? It's too bad I couldn't find a creepier font, though. If anyone wants me to post another story tommorow, just comment saying you do.
Always,
Abby Noel
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Saturday, October 23, 2010
I Might Like Christmas a Little Too Much...
It isn't even past Halloween and I already want to put up my mini Christmas tree. Would that be weird?
I just spent the last three hours helping out at a church clothing give-away. During most of that time I passed out balloons to little kids.
I just spent the last three hours helping out at a church clothing give-away. During most of that time I passed out balloons to little kids.
Wow, this is boring. Picture time?
^My stuffed animal Scruffy, chilling in the Hawaii sun.
^Another pretty tropical flower.
^This is from San Francisco a few years ago.
I'm going to try and find more pictures from that trip to San Francisco because I know I had a lot of really good ones.
Always,
Abby Noel
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Friday, October 22, 2010
Tips for Better Skin (other stuff too)
I've noticed lately that my skin looks and feels better than it used to. I'd love to share with you why, but I don't know. See, the thing is, I started two things at once and I don't know which one is helping me or if it is a mix of the two, so I'll just tell you both.
1) First thing is- I've been eating healthier than I used to. (Yes, I know this sounds cliche', but it's still good.) To be more specific, I've been eating more vegetables and fruits and drinking more water. So I'm kinda eating more than I normally do. The reason is because fruits and vegetables have a ton of nutrients in them and water keeps you hydrated. If it doesn't help your skin, you will be healthier at least.
2) I started using this new facial brush called "Clarisonic". It's kinda expensive, but if it's the reason that my skin has improved, it's really worth it. You aren't required to buy any cleaners to go along with it, you just put on any soap that you want to use.
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Now for the other stuff. Last night was the first half of project runway's season finale. The people going to fashion week are Andy South, Gretchen Jones, and Mondo Guerra. I'm rooting for Mondo, so to wish him luck, here's some of his clothes from past challenges (in no particular order)-
Isn't he amazing? The finale is on this coming Thursday (10/28).
Since I've been writing for the past hour and I have a ton of homework to do over the weekend, I should wrap this up. Have a good Friday!
Always,
Abby Noel
Thursday, October 21, 2010
Very Stressful Day...
Sorry but I don't have time to write much. The season finale of project runway just went on comercial and this is the only time I have to write. For your random entertainment, here's another video from the luau in Hawaii of a ten year old playing with fire-
P.S. Don't try this at home.
-Abby Noel
Wednesday, October 20, 2010
Some Memories From Hawaii....
This last summer, my family and I went to Hawaii for a couple weeks. Here are some pictures I thought would be nice to share-
^I love this picture so much.
^ Before...
^...and After.
And here's a video from the Luau we went to-
So thats about it.
-Abby Noel
Tuesday, October 19, 2010
Insert Some Witty Title Here.
The only thing I've eaten in 12 hours was some bread and goldfish. So in other words, you could say that I am starving to death (by my standards, anyway)
So I'm guessing you all know what an Oompa Loompa is, right?
You know, the freaky orange people? Well my school is doing the play Willy Wonka and the Chocolate Factory. Try to guess what I was cast as. Yes. An orange freak. Oh and by the way, I'm 5'7". (*sigh*)
To change to a less depressing subject, here's a little something I just whipped up on photoshop-
So I'm guessing you all know what an Oompa Loompa is, right?
To change to a less depressing subject, here's a little something I just whipped up on photoshop-
Don't you LOVE it?
And now for an even more random picture-
^ This picture is a shining example of why schools should not let students have access to Mac books.
^ and this one is a shining example of why my friend Allynn and I should never be aloud access to a Mac book.
Oh, look at the time.
7:55
I'm going to have to wrap this up because no way in the world am I going to miss the beginning of NCIS. Thats the part that always goes one of four ways- either someone finds a dead body, kills someone, sees someone get killed, or gets killed themselves.
So you see why I can't miss it. Until next time,
-Abby Noel
Monday, October 18, 2010
Third post in one day...what a life :)
Well, facebook has failed to entertain me so now I beleive it is time for some more random pictures.
^Aren't you glad real life isn't in black and white? Otherwise, the ruby slippers just wouldn't be so amazing.
^The socks I wore today under rolled up dark skinny jeans. Where it looks gray it is actauly a very light purple that mached the scarf I was wearing perfectly. And yes, I realize that most likely no one cares.
^See? Not as amazing in black and white.
Pretty, huh?
What do you think of the background? I took a bit of Mondo inspiration (Mondo is my favorite Project Runway designer, in case you didn't see on the post below) and managed to whip this up on paintshop.
1st post-lovely
Hello internet. ¿Cómo Estás? (for those of you that are not taking spanish like I am, that means- "how are you?") At this moment I am in the middle of writing a speech for my english class. We are doing debates and my topic is Single Gender Classes and I am on the side that says they are a good thing. Anyone who knows me would know that I am most definently NOT for single gender schools. (ahh...boys. can't live with them, can't live through school without them) Yet here I am, wasting my life trying to defend them.
Time to make this a little more fun- random picture time!
^Best animal ever.
^Got to love 'em.
So, that's about it.
-Abby Noel
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