Friday, June 30, 2017

Entry 6


4/25/2017
I am soaked.
My hands feel a bit raw.
My throat burns.
My feet are muddy.
My arms are sore.
The sun feels hot on my skin.
Water droplets cling to my glasses.

What happened, you ask?  

Water.
Water happened.






Later…
We are home and I snag a muffin from the plate on my way to the back.
I swallow a bite and then go past the bathroom to Peter's room.
“You done with math yet?” I ask, hoping he is.
“Yep.” He drawls.
“Can I stealed it?” I ask, coming to his door.
He lift up the books and puts them on the edge of his bed in response.
I grab them and then leave.
On the way back, I go through the kitchen. There is a red bowl of salsa and mum has beans boiling on the stove. I lean over and smell appreciatively.
“Oh there's rice too! I didn't see that!” I say and then am met with silence.
About now is the time when I make a great joke and everyone laughs.
Nothing is coming to mind.
Drat.
Then I hear Meg call me.
“Estheh can you come upstaiws with me?”
“Where are you?” I yell
“I'm going upstaiws!” she replies.
“Eh I'm too…” I search frantically for a plausible excuse. “Tired.” I say at last, and mum laughs a one syllable laugh.
Mission accomplished.
Meg is already upstairs so I go to the library to do math.

Ugh.

Tuesday, June 27, 2017

My Face When- Narnia

It is HIGH time I made another one of these!! And Chronicles of Narnia being one of by bestest movies, I thought I would do some Pevensie pictures. YOU HAVE MY PERMISSION TO LAUGH.

Before we get started, however, we have a birthday to make a poem about!!!
A is for aesthetic, obviously
B is for beautiful, beautiful soul
B is for Best At Being the Queen
I is for illegally awesomerest
E is for Enthusiastic, Energetic and Epic
Abbie, you're amazing. Keep being you.

Shower her with love people, she's absolutely epic. HER BLOG IS HERE. HER YOUTUBE CHANNEL IS HERE. BUY ALL HER SONGS  AND FOLLOW HER AND BE A GOOD KID AND YOU'LL FIND EXTRA COAL IN YOUR STOCKING IN CHRISTMAS, courtesy of me.  XD


Without further, ado..

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My face when I see a spider.
(look, I know it's smaller than me, but it's got more than two legs, dang it!)


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My Face When I find a new book at the library.
*glances at back cover* 
*starts reading book right there*
(half way through)
Maybe I should get this one?


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My face when I burp at the table
(why does no one else think this is funny??)


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My face when I realize that my siblings are actually kind of cute.

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My Face at the tube station in London.
(It makes me feel like I'm the Pevensies, okay?)



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My face when I make a My Face When that's actually slightly funny 

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My Face When I watch this part of the movie.
(and then I crack up because Edmund. Is. Hilarious.)

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My Face When there's a giant beaver sitting in front of me...
(WHAT??)

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My Face When the cat (Ophelia) is chasing the bunny (Cyrano) around the kitchen... again.

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THEY ARE SO ADORABLE I COULD SCREAM
Oh yeah, and My Face When I see actors from movies I love in real life

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My Face When someone makes a terrible pun...
I'm Edmund btw,
(I thought it was funny, okay?!)
(also, why am I always making bad puns?)

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My Face When it's been two hours and I realize maybe my hiding place is a little too good.

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My Face When it's been 2 minutes and I can't think how the heck they found me already!!

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My Face When half of these pictures are of Edmund...
(I WOULD NEVER HAVE A SLIGHT OBSESSION WHAT ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT)



Well, that's all I have for ya, folks! Hope you enjoyed it!! To finish this off, here's a picture of the actors because UHDUH. THEY ARE ADORABLE. 


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Namaarie Mellonamin!!
~E

TO DISCUSS:
WHO IS YOUR FAVOURITE CHARACTER FROM NARNIA??
WHICH IS BETTER, THE MOVIES OR THE BOOKS?? (is that even a question??)
WHICH IS YOUR FAVOURITE MOVIE???
WHO ELSE IS FRANTIC FOR THE SILVER CHAIR??????? *RAISES BOTH HANDS*


P.S. I will be changing things up around here soon, so tell me what you think when I ever get around to it!!

Friday, June 23, 2017

Entry 5

4/22/2017
Entry 5
This one is a bit long, sorry!
The dogs are all at my heels growling and whining good naturedly for food. Jasper the cat sits sedately, his tail wrapped around his legs, his eyes blinking lazily.
Cats.
Mum runs up to the car to remind dad to get toilet paper, eggs and milk.
Dad tells Douglas we will get cerveza (beer) and he chuckles in his deep easy way.
Dad is now speaking in Spanish to them and they are talking back and I am going to read.
Later…
(Note: if you are squeamish about grossness and blood and muddy toes, you might want to skip this section)
We go down some steps into a large area, covered in various places-wherever the stands are.
A woman yells out
“Naca tamale!” By way of greeting.
The stands themselves are watched by men and women boys and girls their wares all set out and mingling among each other. They sell fruits and vegetables, eggs, toys, shirts, shoes, kitchen supplies, anything from tomatoes to tajatadoras.
The ground is dirt and mud with the occasional lettuce leaf and other various items of interest.
Aka garbage.
I have a bag on my shoulder with a girl on a bike decorated on it. It's quite pretty.
Dad buys the various vegetables and then hands them to me and I carry them in the bag.
Douglas and Ninoska walk off to get their produce and dad and I go around from place to place comparing prices, stock and…. Just wait a second the word will come to me…. Not variety… not produce… QUALITY! That's it.
Yes, quality.
We buy tomatoes, carrots, garlic, onions, potatoes, cabbage, a pineapple, a watermelon, some bananas and toilet paper.
Oh and some pig fat so mum can make lard.
For a short while my introverted soul is drowned in the happiness of being with dad and seeing the Jinotepe mercado for the first time. I smile at people, and even think about talking to the vendors.
Just think about it, mind you. I don't actually do it.
And then we go into the slightly lower part of the market, where the meat is sold.
And I'm not squeamish about meat at all. But the… delicious smell of raw meat and soap and fish… is enough to make the hardest stomach turn.
The first three seconds were fine.
The next five minutes were me reminding myself to stop breathing through my nose!! And NOT thinking about the fact that I haven't had breakfast yet.
I could really go for a chocolate mousse right about now.
Then Ninoska says something about sangre (blood) and arroz (rice) and all thoughts of chocolate pudding are replaced with a memory of a friend thinking a certain blood pudding was chocolate pudding.
Ahem.
Well I did warn you.
We leave the lovely blood market. Douglas nearly trips over a scruffy looking nerf herder- er, that is, a dog. And I notice how much better fed they look than the greater population of scroungy mangy dogs around these parts.
Which is no great surprise, seeing as they spend all day in a meat market.
We pass a little girl in a pink shirt and jeans who is glaring at the sun in her eyes.
I put my bag over my pocket with my phone in it, in case someone should take a liking to it and it should vacate my pocket by means of picking.
My introverted self is taking over my brain and suddenly everyone is a possible thief and everyone seems to be glaring at me and so. many. people. Send! Immediate!! Help!!!
I remind myself of what a fun entry this would make and try to remember everything so I can write it down later. I let my muse loose and immediately a million stories pound inside my head begging to be written down.
I am a little better now. I try to stay in the present and stop thinking of how I'm going to word this entry and what pithy sayings and marvelously sarcastic lines I will throw in.
It's hard, believe it or not.
I don't succeed very well.
The market smells of dirt and food and slightly of various soaps. The early morning sun is light and kind to the early birds and people aren't very loud. There are occasional hustling out of the way for a bike or a cart or a larger person.
A girl in a blue skirt sells something in a drink dispenser which I find out later is coffee. After a trip to the truck to unload and situate food, dad and I return and help Ninoska and Douglas get their groceries.
We pass a little stand where a woman grabs a light colored dough from a huge hunk on a table. It covers half the table easily and looks about half gone. She takes a handful and pounds it out onto a thin circle of colored plastic. Then she slaps it down onto a pile of similar things. These will eventually be cooked on a griddle over a small fire and then sold as fresh tortillas for three cordobas.
Nothing of consequence happens after this. We leave eventually, dad buys a fresh coconut, and I almost break the eggs but nothing else happens.
Douglas and Ninoska are dropped off at a house and they start to cut up and get ready for… something? I don't know what.
I'm sure I'll learn eventually.
And now on the way home, I am reading comfortably when who should make an appearance but my empty stomach growling for all it's worth and screaming at me to stop bumping around on this road.
I think about barfing all over my lap and maybe out the window in an outraged answer, but I calm myself with deep breaths instead.
My stomach is very touchy about any motion.
I almost barfed after swinging, and don't get me started on car rides.
Fortunately, airplanes are not too much of a hazard on my delicate stomach.
Later…
(Note: the gore has passed, you of the squirmy stomachs can again read in peace)
After breakfast I read Princess Academy and finished it. THAT'S A GOOD BOOK RIGHT THERE. DON'T LET THE TITLE DECEIVE YOU.
I downloaded some music and books to read and then did some accounting after lunch.
While I was hard at it, dad took some of the kids back to Douglas and Ninoska's stand. After a few hours they came back with the news that they were out of food and needed to buy more to sell.
We listened to Adventures in Odyssey for a while, and I carried out a few buckets to mum, who was washing laundry.
Then I considered doing a blog post, and decided against it. How have I managed to be so uninspired???
Don't ask me, I'm not the one reading about the misadventures of a random stranger!!
That what I write about.
Gosh.
I made salad for supper, and mum made chicken (a treat indeed), and dad melted the cheese in a saucepan.
The smells like eight dogs went through a carwash with their socks on (from last year) and then laid in the sweltering sun for three and a half hours before calmly reminding me that they have a sewage appointment in an hour and they intend to be there.
Oh and they brought the pet canary with them.
In other words it smells like heaven.
And the name in Spanish is translated to 'stinky foot cheese’.
And it is surprisingly pretty good.
If you happen to be that salt monster from Star Trek.
(You know, that thing with the suction cuppy things all over that could shift-shape and it ate salt like the willies?)
Then we drove back here to the stand.
Which is more like a porch attached to someone's house, which happens to be exactly what it is.
I think they know the person.
We sat around for a while and then went to look at the actual stands. Right  below ours on street level- okay fine it was like three feet below ours. Work with me here- is a tent with expensive looking jewelry. Next to it is a stand that sells caramel apples, french fries and something else I couldn't quite determine the substance of.
There were booths with shirts, with baby dresses, with baby shoes. Booths with hats and necklaces, rosaries and bracelets. Booths with food and booths with carved shells.
Quite a few little statues of penguins, elephants, geese, and piggy banks.
(As I repeatedly pointed out to Rachel as “piggy bonks” in a nasally voice. She didn't find it as amusing as I did.
I don't know why)
These were disgustingly colored and annoyingly ugly.
I plastered a fake grin to my face and told Anne how gorgeous I found them.
She also did not find me as amusing as I really am.
Weirdo.
We came back and I begged Meg to let me hold her, insisting that
“I've hardly seen you all day!!” To which Peter said that he too had hardly seen her.
To which she hugged his neck and he said
“I'm glad you're my sister.”
And though I was annoyed at being deprived this hug, I nearly cried out
“AWWWWW!!!” And whipped out a camera for proof for future years.
Now, as I sit here and write this, I feel as though I've missed a lot of things but it is hard to remember every detail.
I end the night rotting my brain cells out by watching Flight of Fancy with my family.
It was….
Bad.
Ridiculous.
Almost funny at parts??
Never watching again.
Oh yeah and a scorpion almost bit me, but Rachel saw it moving in the dark so I was saved a possible swelling of the tongue, armpits, and a fever for a couple of days.
Nice!

Wednesday, June 21, 2017

Maybe Something New???? (Oh and that song I promised you)

Because when you live in a place like I do, internet is pesky, scarce, annoying and constantly dying for three days in a row.
Like it did to me.
So I DID get Pocketwatch Melody on YouTube, and you CAN see it, and I'll put the link down at the bottom of this post.


With that outta the way, how's about that new thing!!
We will all quietly ignore the fact that I ALWAYS say I'll do something and then rarely get around to it.
HEY AT LEAST I APOLOGIZE?? #winning

On a more serious note, my New Idea™ is to do music reviews!!!
*cheers wildly*
*realizes no one else is cheering*

Awkwaard...

But not really because this is really cool!! I am going to take Singers that I personally like and tell you all about them, there best songs, what kind of music they write, and if it's appropriate for all ages.
THAT BEING SAID, I WILL NOT LISTEN TO ANYTHING EXPLICIT OR BAD ON PURPOSE. What I mean by appropriate for all ages is more like this:

Veggietales. Its not really for adults, though they can listen to it.
Or, Of Monsters and Men. Its not really geared towards little kids, but the can listen to it, etc.

That way I can have something to post about that I love (because obviously  love music), and it SHOULD be helpful for you folks who want to listen to music but don't wanna find out for yourself what genre/age group it is.
AND EVERYONE IS HAPPY!!!

Have a great day/night folks, and remember that God made you special, and he loves- UGH NO I'M NOT DOING VEGGIETALES RIGHT NOW!!

Here's da song:


Btw, be on the lookout for more songs because I'm going to be doing more! Also subscribe to my channel because I'm awesome
WHAAAAT??? WHO SAID THAT??? THAT'S CRAZY I WOULD NEVER SELF-PROMOTE LIKE THAT.
HOWEVER, now that you mention it, I AM pretty cool so go ahead and be a nice-o and at least watch it?? 

THANK YOU SO MUCH!
Namaarie Mellonamin!! 
~E


Wednesday, June 14, 2017

I Have Changed My Mind + Pockwatch Melody

So I told you all  was doing The Call. I told myself and my family and some friends. I told the guitar and the piano and Ophelia's Uncle's third cousin 5 times removed on his mother's side that I would sing and film The Call.
Weeeellll..... I did!!
But you can't see it.
It's atrocious and I can't get it right and I really don't like it.
So.
Instead I am going to do a different song to get this song singing thing up and running.
It's a song I just wrote the other day and I had a feeling it will be put into a future musical that does not exist at this point in time.
Or maybe it will go into my musical-in-progress called The Other Side of the Coin.
Which is not about money lenders or money makers or even barely about money!!
Okay I guess it plays a semi-important role, but WHATEBER. (I am loving this word!!)
Basically just envision a little street urchin, muddy and crying on the street.
A rich man comes up to her and asks what is wrong.
She was just made fun of by her friends for wanting to be an actress when she grows up and is utterly inconsolable until he pulls out his pocketwatch and a handkerchief and sings her the Pocketwatch Melody.
Once I get more songs up I will be putting them into albums/playlists on youtube an probably that one other thing online that I forgot the name of but might be soundcloud or something.
On that note, I wanted to mention something!
I have realized that I have been trying super hard to make my phone do professional things that it just can't do. I've been stressing and getting angry at myself and my phone for not being what I "need" it to be.
But I don't need it to be!
I've realized that the point of my making these is not for anything but fun. For myself and for you guys because some of you have asked me to.
So my videos will be far from perfect. Not even close. I'm messy, and I sway and nod and bumb around because for some reason I can't stay still when I sing.
Some day I may do better. It will be a million and two years till I ever am able to make actual albums but until then this will suffice.
                                Namaarie Mellonamin!!
                                                                     ~E
P. S. I just realized that some of you probably don't know what that even means!!
It says  Farewell My Friend   in Elvish. I know I've stopped throwing around Elvish phrases but, ed' I' ear ar' elenea I don't really have the patience to look up the right phrases!!
#lazy
P. P. S. Is it weird to use hashtags?? I find it kind of weird, but also fun because the you can sum up your thoughts in one word.
#nice
Like that.
P. P. P. S. YouTube and the Internet are sworn enemies so you'll have to wait till tomorrow for my new song (Pocketwatch Melody) to upload. SORRY!!

Friday, June 9, 2017

Entry 4

4/20/2017
Meg is crying and clinging to the dustpan long handle. Rebekah has the firmer grip and has wrenched it from the little girl's grasp.
“You have to let me carry it Margaret!” She says, “you'll just fall and drop it!”
I come over to inspect the scene. The dustpan has dirt and pebbles and old coconut husks in it. Rebekah promptly goes downstairs to put it away and Meg slaps the bookshelf. I pick up Margaret and bring her over to my chair.
“I didn't swap Becky!” she tells me.
“I know, but you still slapped the bookshelf. The point is you don't need to hit anything just because you're mad.” She doesn't look at me. I situate her more comfortably on my lap.
“Do you know why she wouldn't let you carry that downstairs?” She still doesn't look at me. “Meg. Do you know why?”
She looks up.
“Why?”
“Because if you brought it downstairs, you might fall and those stairs are cement and you would get hurt very bad.”
“But she wouldn't wet me bwing it downstairs!” She says, her two year old mind unable to comprehend anything but the injustice done her.
“I know, but she did it because she is bigger and she won't fall. You might. She did it because she loves you.”
“Onwy a teensie bit of kids don't wuv me.” She informs me seriously.
“What? Who doesn't love you?” I ask, straightening her t-shirt on her shoulders.
“Well Isaac- I said dat Isaac can't wuv me for a wittle bit.”
I try hard not to smile.
“You said Isaac can't love you?”
“Yeah.” She sees my smile and smiles at me, trying to make me laugh.
“Who else?”
She grins “Petehl and Estheh can't wuv me either!” She leans forward to bonk my forehead.
“I can't love you?! But Meg!” I bonk her forehead gently and then kiss the top of her head.
“Nope. But Petehl can.”
“Why?” I ask her in an agonized tone.
“I wanna go to da powech.” She says and climbs off my lap, obviously assuming the conversation is over.
“I wuv yo!” I yell after her.
“Me too!” She yells back.
Little children these days.

Wednesday, June 7, 2017

Just... Whyyyy???????

As I sit at my teeny deskish thing, swatting mosquitoes and dreading the math I'm currently avoiding, I feel...
Annoyed?
Tired?
Meloncholic?
Confused?
UGHS.

Welcome to my brain, where all of rhe above are my normal mood!! :P

But dont feel sorry for me, you curious lump of mashed turnip and egg stew, I also feel a lot of nostalgia SO WE'RE ALL GOOD.
Its 6:52 as I write these words and I am frantic to finish this post so I will rush right along!!

I sort of kind of a lot maybe failed in my goals for last month, so yeah thats great... And you would be listening to a song of mine by now if a string hadn't broken on the guitar... Yeeaahhh..... Sort of kind of a lot maybe relieved because I'M A SCARED MUFFIN PEOPLE, AND I GET GOOSEBUMPS EVERY TIME I THINK OF POSTING MYSELF SINGING ONLINE.
INTERNET IS KIND OF FOREVER SO... Yah jo stress there at all.

Aaaanyway, BIG NEWS!!! I have to finish two years worth of highschool in 6ish months.
#yikes

Also weirdo that I am using hashtags now???
Also I need to do school.
Also it's maaaahahaaaath and i doon't waannnaaaa!!!!!!!!
XD

Have a great day, folks and TELL ME ANY TIPS YOU HAVE FOR GETTING MATH DONE WITHOUT SPONTANEOUSLY COMBUSTING PLEASE?!?!?!?!?!?!?
S.O.S and all that rot, ya know?
Namaarie Mellonamin!!
~E

P.S. I also contribute over at Burning Youth now!!! Check out this blog because its really amazing! Be a pal and follow and share and comment will you?? Danke very much.

Friday, June 2, 2017

Entry 3

4/16/2017
Entry 3
I am sitting on my bed with a bunny curled against my stomach in one hand, his heartbeat against my palm, his plump stomach making noises.

They don't use the toilet in their sleep, do they?
I hope not.
Today has been fairly uneventful.
We had a scrumptious breakfast of french toast and sausage.
Quite a nice change from oatmeal.
We spent some time in a very interesting occupation that engaged all our finely attuned and widely varied brain capacities and…
I may or may not have simply forgotten what in the world we did this morning.
It was probably boring.
We watched Rogue one before lunch, and for lunch we had barbecued chicken and a meat of which I know not the owner. We had potato salad- but without mustard, and I made guacamole. Rachel deep fried potato chips, and we had pickles.
Quite a luxury.
Douglas, Ninoska, Ezekiel, Paul and Bing all dined with us.
After lunch, we did chores, and I listened to the parents talking while doing dishes.
I also tried to convince Bridget that people's words can only hurt you if you let them. She was not convinced.
After a while we finished Rogue One, and then had long philosophical discussions that went something like this.
“Which one do you like better, Rogue One or The Force Awakens?”
“I don't know…”
“Really? I like Rogue One way better.”
“Yeah but I like Rey better than Jyn.”
“Why, because she has buckteeth?”
“Well partly, but-”
Peter laughs
“But I like Rey as a character better!”
“Yeah right.”
And this.
“Oh Rachel, in How It Should Have Ended, K2 was like 'Well I knew we only had 30% chance of survival’ and uh 'so I copied my memory banks into another droid and now I'm here to save you!’”
“Yeah and the 'force is with me’ guy was like 'yeah and I'm a Jedi now, I took-’ what's her name?”
“Jyn’s kyber crystal-”
“Oh yeah, 'so I took Jyn's kyber crystal and made a lightsaber!”
Here I whip out a lightsaber and show Rachel the moves he used. And I laugh and Rachel looks incredulous and Peter sort of chuckles.
Wierdos.
And this.
“Did they get the same actors?” Rachel asked from her seat on the black cot.
“No! Most of them are dead or too old!” I said
“That's what I thought. Like Leia?”
“Yeah.”
“She looked terrible!”
“I know! Her mouth was too flat and her nose was weird.”
Peter looks up at me,
“You know that from watching it one time? Yeah right.”
“Yes! I remember things like that!”
“Well she was weird.” Rachel puts in.
“Yes, it was her nose and mouth.”
“Suuure.”
Very philosophical.
Most of the afternoon was spent alternately sitting, walking and gazing up on the porch-like area and talking with Peter and Rachel.
Rachel came in and out, and Peter practiced handstand push-ups.
Mum and dad went on a walk, and I tried to download an app, which took a lot longer than it should have and made me quite annoyed.
I read some more of a quaint book called Rose. It is quite interesting.
And magical.
And makes me want to write more.
Maybe I should…
Nah!
I played guitar for a while, and write this and then we had support.
Which is supper/dessert.
We usually have late lunches and then dessert for supper.
It's fantastic.
And probably super unhealthy.
Which is like regular unhealthy except with a cape. (Yes, paraphrased. Don't kill me, Cait. I only used it because it's awesome.)
Mum made bread pudding and we had coke floats.
Yumm…
Then we watched the Miracle Maker in Spanish till I was almost asleep then most of the kids went to bed so I joined them.
I believe mum and dad kept watching, but I was asleep, so I do not know.
That is all.
(Oh! Note: Isaac's bunny is actually a boy. His name is Cyrano again.)

dude i forgot to title this one too

since last i posted so much has happened. so much that i hardly know where to begin or if i can even try. i will try, though it might take m...