A Trying Feat

Look! I am back!

(Although you probably had no idea that I was even gone, since my posting is infrequent at best.)

I really am back, though. I just came back from a trip to Arizona yesterday. But more on that later.

I am trying to orchestrate something marvelous. It has almost been one year since I started this blog, and this is my ninety-second post. I am trying to have my one-hundredth post on this blog's one-year anniversary. This, however, requires more posting than I am used to.

So. It is now June 10th. I have a month and eight days to post eight times.

GRRR. It's not like I ever have anything useful to say, anyway. I mean, just blather on and on all of the time. I'm sure I can make it. I hope.

So. Arizona.

F.R.A.S'S Rules for Visiting Arizona:

1. Bring a water bottle. Honestly. We went in June, and that's not even the hottest month of the year. And it was really, really hot.
2. Bring chapstick. Arizona is one dry state.
3. Go there for kind of a long time. DO NOT try to squeeze all of the sights into one or two days. You will be half-dead by lunchtime. Spend all day at the Hoover Dam, all day at the Grand Canyon, all day at Montezuma Castle, all day at wherever-else-you-are-going.
4. Jeans are a bad idea. Especially if you're hiking all day- they start sticking to you. I saw this fate in most of the hikers we saw at the Grand Canyon. Yuck.
5. Make sure your camera has a wrist strap. Actually, make sure that you have a camera before you buy a wrist strap. There are lots of things to take pictures of, and lots of places where you can lose your camera.
6. Do your research first. There was this great place called Oak Creek Canyon. It's called the 'cousin to the Grand Canyon.' (Why?) Well, my parents read about it in an outdated guidebook that didn't mention how you can swim in the creek. There's this bit that is all slippery, and people sit on the current and just slide. K and I didn't bring swimsuits. So we just went down in our clothes. It was really, really fun, but I do not recommend it because it took all day for my clothes to dry off. So plan ahead! Make sure you know what you're doing, and bring everything you might possibly need.
7. Bring lots of books and notebooks. This is only if you drive around a lot and like reading and writing. My family and I had a lot of time in the car, so I read and wrote. Just bring something to do, like a music player, for the driving.
8. Bring a camera charger. Actually, bring a charger for everything. Battery runs out fast.
9. Don't go on a plane. Where did the peanuts go? No snacks? Only drinks? They charge you for blankets and pillows ($8). It costs twenty-five dollars to check in one piece of luggage. Flying on planes in America used to be fun. Now it's just vaguely annoying.
10. Bring lotion! My mother and I snuck into a Bath and Body Works at an Arizonian mall so that we could use the testers of lotion and perfume there on our hands and dusty feet. Planes don't allow the full tubes of lotion, and hotel lotion stinks. So bring the sample sizes. You'll need it.
11. Don't go with your brother. He will drag you into stadiums and cry when they aren't open. LEAVE HIM AT HOME.

I hope those rules helped.

Quote for Thursday, June 10, 2010:

Richard: His head is shaped like a football.

Emily: It is not.

Richard: If he fell asleep in the park, someone would try to punt him.

-Gilmore Girls: Season 2 (Sadie, Sadie)

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http://en.wikiquote.org/wiki/Gilmore_Girls/Season_2

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Muse for Today:

Twitter. How can such idiots be on Twitter?

As you may be able to see,

I am alive. I actually did not dance because fate was kind to me (for once)! I hurt my knee tripping in the hallway right before the skit and the skit had to go on without my mad dancing skills. Oh, wait, sorry. Skillz.
It is really really hot outside. Well, it's hot for where I live, anyway (I'm sure my cousins would have something to say to me if I complained about how hot it was), especially considering it's May. Last May we were wearing coats and full-sleeves until the end. Now we are melting and unwilling to move.
Thankfully, my room is in the basement, which is the coldest place in the house in the summer. Unthankfully, everyone wants to move there now.
School is ending in four days, and I have a list of things that I would like to do over the summer. Most of them are watching certain movies and reading certain books. There are also a few things that I would like to bake this summer, like Blondies (a vanilla brownie). I've had them once, and they were delicious!
There is a thing that I was discussing on the phone today with my cousin Questa, who, if you have not guessed by now, is the same person as J. I will give up J and just say Questa.
So I was talking to Questa about Twitter. Ah, Twitter. You suck.
Nobody cares what you are eating right now, unless you happen to be Taylor Swift, in which case K is very interested. Anyway, I am assuming most of us are not Taylor Swift. Or K. So we don't really care about when you go to the bathroom! Do not share it with us!
So we were thinking about a guy who tweeted the stupidest stuff, like:
I am not going to tweet anymore. *post*
I am going outside, and I'm not tweeting while I'm there. *post*
I'm outside, and guess who's not TWEETING! *post*
I'm deleting my Twitter account, yo. *post*
I'm so sick and tired of Twitter! I don't even tweet that often! *post*
Here I am, about to delete my Twitter account! *post*
You won't hear from me anymore! Not like you heard me a lot anyway! Good-bye! *post*
Hovering over the delete button... *post*
There. I deleted it. SUCKS TO YOU. *post*
I can't tweet anymore. I hated Twitter anyway. *post*
And etc.
We went on like this for a half-hour. What if someone made a Twitter account like that? Would anyone actually read it?

Quote for Sunday, May 23, 2010:

A hat should be taken off when you greet a lady and for the rest of your life. Nothing looks more stupid than a hat.

-P.J. O'Rourke

and

A man is nothing without his hat.

-Buzz Lightyear, Toy Story 2 (1999)

(http://en.wikiquote.org/wiki/Hat)

Muse for Today:

How much cake can I eat in one sitting without exploding?

Will I ever find out?

Why do I care?