So That's How Santa Carries Those Big Bags!

While looking at some basketball player cards, my little brother said, "Wow! These players weigh SO much!" But it's all muscle. So, at dinner, I said, "If you ever feel discouraged about your weight, pretend that it's all muscle." My little brother held his arms out as far as they could go, and wiggled them up and down. "It's all muscle," he said. Of course, that reminded me of Santa and his big wiggling belly. So, I guess, that's how Santa is able to carry those big heavy bags of toys. It's all muscle.

A Bunch of Junk From The Mind Of Yours Truly

Did you know that I'm bored right now?

I'm supervising a party today. Does that mean I'm super?

"So much for my happy ending." I like that song.

Songs are good. Music is food for the misunderstood soul. Like chocolate is food for the broken heart.

Still bored.

Let's play a game. Tap your keyboard randomly with one hand, and then make a sentence with the letters. Weeeee!

oapywb

Often, a purple yelophant walks by.

I am still bored.

Come on everybody. Let's play a game. Betcha I can make a rhyme. Out of anybody's name. :P It's a song.

Never thought that my heart could go zing that way. Make me zing that way. Want to zing that way! Say goodbye to my troubles they went that way. Ever since you came into my life. That's a song too.

If you are on a mountain,
Without a goat,
How will you make cheese?
If you go skydiving,
Without a goat,
Would you be sad?
Sailing without a goat?
Is the mountain pretty?
Yes, you're still on the mountain.
Remember?
You don't have a goat.

OK, still bored. This doesn't work so well.

LA LAAAA LA LA LA. LA LAAAAA LA LA!!! That's a song too. :)

Later, peeps!
-Destiny

Coming Back

Sometimes, we all disappear.
Something happens and we hide under,
Our rocks.
But we all come back.
Like faded gold tulips,
In his,
Garden.
Hidden away after a winter of death and icy
Cold.
We come back.
We're here to stay.

Grand Re-opening! Yay!!!

Blogger wouldn't let me use this blog, so I made a new one. But, for some odd reason, this blog started working again. So, I decided that I liked the name, template, etc of the old blog. But my mom (Alisonwonderland) wanted me to keep this blog. So, this is the grand-reopening. (I deleted all the old posts, mwahaha!) This blog is about all the random things that happen to me or that I think of.

WARNING:
I am in no way responsible for anything that happens to your sanity/smarticalness after reading this blog. I repeat, in No Way Responsible.

-Destiny

Holes: pt. 2

This is the second post about a book I am reading with my mom, Alisonwonderland!

Even after reading this book for the millionth time, (almost literaly!) I STILL love it. It's because theres always something new, something that changes depending on your mood and age, and just the great plot. Young or old, boy or girl would most likely love this book! And, although there are very few females, girl, like me, would still like this book. Of course, some wouldn't, but some boys won't either. Either way, i think you should go to the library right now and pick up a copy, even if you've already read it!

Holes: pt. 1

I'm reading Holes, by Louis Sachar, for a Newberry Challenge witTh my mom, Alisonwonderland. This is my post after reading the first half of the book.

I have read Holes many times in the last several years; for school, book groups, or just because I was bored. I think it's a great book, no matter how many times you read it! It's about a kid named Stanley. When walking home from school one day, a pair of shoes falls on his head. As it turns out, those shoes are million dollar shoes, and Stanley is sent to Camp Green Lake, a prison camp for boys. Every day, Stanley must dig a hole exactly 5 feet deep, and five feet around. But why?

Be looking out for my next post!

Things To Remember

It’s hard to find someone whom you truly love much less than to find someone who loves you just as much. So when the chance comes, don’t ever let it go.
For life is the flower for which love is the honey, and love is the master key which opens the gate of happiness. Love is like a butterfly...hold it to tight, and it will crush...hold it to loose and it will fly away. The hardest thing you’ll ever do is watch the one you love, love someone else.
Life is a pen, you can cross it out, but it never can be erased.
So when you find someone that will kiss your forehead...hold hands with you in front of their friends...call you just to say hi...who will call back if you hang up on them...who will stay awake just to think about you sleeping...who will tell you that you look beautiful when you just get up...who will want to show you off to the world without any make-up on...wait for the one who’s constantly reminding you how much they care about you and how lucky they are to know you...you must love them back, cherish every moment and never let them go.
Life is too short-so walk slowly, laugh insanely, love truly, and forgive quickly.
As we grow up, we learn that even the one person that wasn’t ever supposed to let you down probably will.
You will have your heart broken more than once. You’ll probably break someone else’s too, so remember how it felt when your heart was broken.
You will fight with your best friend and realize how different you are, and how much you need each other.
You’ll blame a new love for something a old one did.
You’ll cry because time passing by too fast.
And you’ll eventually lose someone you love-so take to many pictures, laugh to much, and love like you’ve never been hurt before because every 60 seconds you spend upset is a minute of happiness you’ll never get back.
We are, each of us angels with only one wing and we can only fly by embracing one another.
With love and patience, nothing is impossible-so love without fear, trust without questioning, need without demanding, want without restrictions, accept without change, desire without addiction.
For love is so free and will never fly away.