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Welcome! ** Images For Use By Upgraded+ Only ** Welcome to my little Den! Here you'll find all sorts of things- mostly blog challenges, but mixed in, you'll notice: ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() |
Never poke your uncle with a fork, never kick your uncle in the shins, never bop your uncle with a cork... these are all unpardonable sins. If you grab your uncle by the nose, if you put potatoes on his lap, if you drop spaghetti on his clothes, he will make you go and take a nap. When you're at the table, precious child, if you start to mixbehave, and act thoroughly undisciplined and wild, he will gnash his teeth, and that's a fact. If you jab your uncle with a spoon, if you prod your uncle with a bone, you will leave the table very soon, and have to eat your dinner all alone. -Jack Prelutsky Heh. I remember having to recite this one in 3rd grade. We'd have "speech day"s where everyone had to go up and present on a given topic- and poetry recitation was one of them. Naturally, Mom found the poems for me and made me memorize them. ![]() ![]() |
[Embed For Use By Upgraded+] Just skip to around 10:50-ish. The song is hilariously amazing. ![]() ![]() I don't think I've ever met anyone or seen anyone (on TV or otherwise!) as odd as he is. And the twist in the middle of season 3 is great. ![]() ![]() |
[Embed For Use By Upgraded+] I was youtube surfing Hi-5 stuff, and came across this one. I actually haven't seen that one before (by series 7, I was in the US already!), but my initial thought was, "This can't end well." ![]() ![]() ![]() Though the dance was definitely fun. ![]() ![]() Also, it woke me up and made me happy. ![]() |
The dance school had a free hip hop class today by someone named d.Sabela Grimes. I thought the name was for a female at first, but then I plugged the name into YouTube and found out it's a male name. He's pretty good at popping/locking and stuff. I also saw my Jazz teacher there. She took the class with us. I think I was essentially the only undergraduate student there today. And the youngest one. People came out from LA just to watch the class! He was late, actually. Later than I was! And I thought I was late because the bus didn't end up stopping at the art school, and so I had to run around and up Mesa to get to the art school. I guess I wasn't TOO late, though because I saw the Jazz teacher walking towards the studio, when I was, too. We said hi, but that's about it. I wish she had talked to me a little more, but maybe it's a student-teacher thing where they can't get too close to the students- like being too friendly outside of class and such. If she'd talked to me more, I definitely would've asked her if we could start the combos earlier in class. I'm definitely not getting it very well because I leave early! And I want to do well on the final, even if it is a pass-no-pass class. Back to the class: I also learned I haven't quite gotten out of my shell yet. I was super self conscious when we had to improv. And I totally failed it. I know it was supposed to be for fun and everything but I felt so lost and embarrassed because I went last, and I still couldn't come up with anything. I probably backed out after 1-2 8-counts, whereas everyone else did 4-5. ![]() Everything else was pretty fun, though. We learned things like HG drop (Holy Ghost drop! haha) it's when you're doing criss cross jumps and leaning the top of your body to one side. When the right leg is in front, you lean to the right, and when the left leg is in front, you lean to the left. There's also the Roger Rabbit, which is actually a move The Next Step does. So now I can say I know one more move from them! We also did the Rubiks Cube, which is a pop-lock exercise. I was pretty bad at that too. ![]() At the beginning we also learned a "log on, online" move. It was neat! There was a combo, too, which I wasn't the greatest at, but I followed Autumn. ![]() ![]() Sis might've actually enjoyed the class- we did the running man. And I remember in high school she'd do that to "Party Rock Anthem." I hated the song and everything it stood for, me being me. And I still don't love the song! |
[Embed For Use By Upgraded+] I was Youtube browsing one day last year, and found this song. I remember watching Wicked in middle school (most fun things happened in middle school, come to think of it... ![]() anyways, I'm pretty sure it was the Kristin Chenoweth (?) version, at the Pantages Theatre in Hollywood. I don't remember too much about it- these outings were almost always with sis's friends and their moms, so it didn't stick out to me as much- so maybe it was elementary school, more the reason to not remember! ![]() But I somehow do (sorta) remember this scene on stage- they were both sitting on their beds, that much I know. I do think I like the Delta version better, though. Just because it's Delta Goodrem. ![]() ![]() |
[Embed For Use By Upgraded+] I remember this song because it came out during the analog/digital TV switch. We, in Australia, still had an old analog TV, which meant that, while it was still functional, there would be zebra lines across the screen every now and then. It also sticks out in my head because that was the first time we saw Hi-5 on TV since we had moved to the US, and that was the song of the week. Mom noticed that Sun was not Kathleen- and we wondered what had happened to her. Turns out Kathleen had a ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() I think that was when I became more internet-savvy, in terms of going online and searching up random facts about the Hi-5 cast. ![]() |
[Embed For Use By Upgraded+] I was (erm, am) a Taylor Swift fan- and started being one in 7th-8th grade ish. My friend had the first CD and we listened to it in her mom's car when I accompanied them to do errands. (I was ditching tennis, with permission! ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() I'm not a huge fan of this video, mainly because she looks like a barbie doll, but I do like the song. ![]() But, Mom! This isn't pop... this is COUNTRY. ![]() Still pop music... *grumble grumble* okay, fine. Yeah, such was life in middle school. ![]() |
[Embed For Use By Upgraded+] I read "When you really want something..." ![]() This is how I feel with my mom at times- right now sort of included. I keep trying to talk to her about Michael Flatley and how much it would mean to me to see his final show, and she just keeps changing the topic on me. ![]() "So let me fall, I won't break. I'll take my heart to my grave and I'll breathe under the water..." Yes, Mom. I appreciate everything you do for me, and how much you care, but ultimately, I think you're hurting me more than you are helping me. (actually even my friend agrees I should be able to go- and she's in the honors program with me!) I've begun pulling out the stops on my guilt-tripping skills: Now that you've got your new computer, you've got no reason for straight As. One excuse for no straight As: sadness because no Michael Flatley ![]() *adds a ![]() Ha ha ha... And I was 100% serious about Michael Flatley My insides went {e:broken heart} when you said no. *sad sticker* {e:broken heart} and ![]() *sad waving sticker* *sighing sticker* *sad sticker* Especially because I missed it in Australia, too. Awww, oh, funny story.... But when you said no, I died on the inside. *changes subject again* ![]() I think I'm either annoying her with that, or she's getting close to cracking. Thoughts? |
[Embed For Use By Upgraded+] This was one of the Delta songs that got me through the Tamara-flyer catastrophe. ![]() It's a good reminder that everything is just "a moment in your life". Just breathe, I guess. ![]() ![]() Back to the song.... The first stanza pretty much was me when I saw the final design. Run away, don't go back. Except, I wouldn't have anywhere to run to. So I stayed. Do I regret it? Maybe. Can I do anything about it? Nope. And this part: No matter where the seasons fall No matter how the dice will roll In the end the here and now is all we have Don't look back I'll need to take her advice and stop looking back to there. ![]() |
[Embed For Use By Upgraded+] Yes, it's Hi-5. Yes, it's precious to me... I used to listen to this very often in middle school (we have the CDs, so I learned how to rip songs off CDs, onto Windows Media player, import to my computer, and then put into my little Nano MP3 player ![]() Sometimes on weekends, I'd wake up earlier than everyone else, and then play Hi-5 and/or Taylor Swift very softly from my computer, until my mom came out and deemed it "too early for music", at which point, I'd have to turn off the music. I got my first computer in 6th grade, and I used it until I got the one I'm using right now. That's irrelevant... Middle school was when I became very aware I was probably the only one in the school who didn't "listen to music". I didn't get to watch the awards shows, I didn't listen to the radio, and I didn't do most of the "popular" stuff at school. I didn't really care in elementary school, but middle school was so much bigger, and all, if not most, of my new friends had an iPhone and listened to music/browsed the web during lunch. Me? I had Mom's Samsung flip phone ![]() ![]() ![]() Sometimes, Mom and I would get into arguments and I'd put on Hi-5. More specifically, this song. I'd pretend they were singing to me, and I was in the "Hi-5 family". At one point, a few years ago, Mom found me listening to them after we had an argument- and she took the music player away from me, saying I was given the little MP3 player as a tool to record Buddhist lectures, not listen to Hi-5 when I was sad. She called it "Hi-5 therapy", I still remember. |