MORNING MAYHEM

It’s that time of year again, the time when you hang out with your friends and family and make gingerbread houses and cell models and have big, fancy, delicious dinners. Ah, what a wonderful time. Oh wait, I just said cell models… yeah because I’m still a bit salty that my biology teacher gave us our quarter project three weeks before the due date. Ugh, is all I have to say. 

Well, winter break has been super fun! I made an animal cell out of clay and just, I mean just finished my essay about “The Cell Theory and the men who created it” so yay for me. I’m also in Holyoke, Massachusetts right now with my younger cousin Cosmo and my two aunts. Their cat, Little, is also cuddled up next to me as I’m writing this. Aesthetic goals, I know, I know.

Although, the plane ride over to Massachusetts was kind of stressful to say the least. Sit back, relax, and enjoy my quickly written story about my worst traveling experience to this day. Well, first, we left the house at 6 A.M. which isn’t too bad, except for the part that halfway to the airport my mom realized that she had forgotten her phone at home. So, we turned around and started heading back to our house. I ran inside to grab the phone from the counter and lovely enough, found it not in the spot that my mom said it would be in. By this time it’s around 6:15 and our plane left at 7:30… I ran outside and told my mom the... bad news. We all start freaking out and finally, brilliant me, decided that it might be a good idea to call the phone instead of running around looking for it. We didn't hear it anywhere inside the house so we ran back out to the car and found my little sister holding the phone yelling, “It was in the car! It was in here!” Instant. Face. Palm. I guess it was too early in the morning to function and I’m still mad at all of us for not thinking of calling her phone earlier. 

Basically me when we found out the phone was in the car the entire time...

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The next unfortunate incident that happened was that on the way to the airport my dad sighed and said, “The car has been in four-wheel drive this entire time.” MORE FACE PALMING. We were driving on the highway going 80 MPH while the freaking car was in FOUR-WHELL DRIVE?! FML.

Finally, FINALLY, we arrived at the airport. My mom, sister and I were all welcomed by a wonderful surprise... the line to check in luggage was a TWENTY. MINUTE. WAIT. But, thank god that there was this guy who could check them in right away for $8. Best $8 ever spent.

YES! More bad news!!! The line for security was probably another ten minute wait. Ugh! Could this morning get any worse?! Thankfully we all got onto the plane literally five minutes before it left and I am now in Massachusetts for the next week.

Okay, well I hope you enjoyed this little story about my worst traveling experience, and hopefully the last bad traveling experience story that you will hear from me...

PUNDAY #10

I apologize for not posting a punday last Monday or this Monday... I've just been extremely busy with tests -,- (loving the high school life)
But to make up for it, I have an especially funny pun today ;-)
That was sodium funny! I slapped my neon that one!
You're welcome for this hilarious chemistry pun.
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CAN YOU NOT

HEY, I’M GONNA RANT… about fashion. 

*I am not trying to offend anyone in any way. If you do these things, good for you! These are just my personal opinions on things that I don’t think look very good.*

Now, carry on…

Okay, even though it might not seem like it, I really like fashion. Yeah, I don’t tend to keep up with the trends. Yeah, when I come to school I look like a black garbage bag. Yeah, I don’t own a Louis Vuitton handbag. But nonetheless, I still enjoy looking nice (sometimes), and also complaining about other people’s horrible fashion choices. 

The first topic I will be talking about are “man buns”. They look good if they’re messy and quickly put up, but if your hair is perfectly styled into a man bun, no, just no. It looks like a hairy thumb was glued to the back of your bald eagle shaped head. Fortunately, I don’t see many people in my school wearing these. I personally think it would be weird if a thirteen year old boy wore one to school, but that’s just me.

Yikes. Yikes. YIKES.

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Thanks random guy for not looking terrible :)

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Next, patterned leggings… why, just why? Why would ever do that to your poor legs? They are not cute. They can’t match anything, nothing, nothing on the face of this planet would match your “tribal print” leggings from Forever21. Also, no pattern in the universe would look good on cheap fabric from China. Yikes, just yikes… that’s all I have to say. 

Fringe! Oh fringe… I’m sorry but I don’t want to see your little pieces of cloth flowing in the wind when you walk by me. And for bags with fringe, it looks like you decided to carry around some colorful spaghetti and then it all fell out onto your little purse from Justice. Please just do yourself a favor and spare yourself from public humiliation.

Denim on denim on denim on can you not. I can’t tell you how many times I have seen people where a denim jacket on top of a pair of blue jeans and almost cried. It’s so ugly!! Like, is it that hard to wear a different fabricated jacket. Ugh, first world problems. But, it’s even worse if the denim is the same color, like are you purposely trying to blend into a denim factory? 

Now, shoulder pads. Do you want to look like a drummer in marching band? And no offense to marching band people, shoulder pads are fine in uniform, but if you chose to wear them, just ummm… The 80’s were almost thirty years ago, and don’t get me wrong, I love the 80’s, but shoulder pads need to die. D. I. E., not DIY. I’ve seen DIY shoulder pads on YouTube, what has this world come to? We need help…

And lastly, animal prints. ANY ANIMAL PRINT, ANYWHERE. I don’t care if the print is in the inside of your shoe, when you take that shoe off, everyone and their mother will see it. And do say, “Well why would you look in someone’s shoe?” Honey, you can see that bright pink cheetah print from a mile away. I’ve seen horse halters that are in zebra print. Now, that’s just cruel. 

I should probably stop before I get even more worked up, it’s not good for my mental health. Well, I hope you think about these fashion yikes before you put on on your fringed, patterned leggings.

PUNDAY #9

I forgot to upload a pun yesterday because I had a math test and homework and babysitting. 
Anyways... here's a pun because Kira asked, and I also feel bad for not doing one.
Lets have a garden party! Lettuce turnip the beet!
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PUNDAY #8

I'm waiting for the bus, because my car got toad. *insert toad picture here*
I was laughing so hard when I read this!!
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WHO I WANT TO BE

“Become the person you would fall in love with.” Right now, I should be studying for an ecology final, but I obviously am not and it’s almost 8:30 at night. I’m sitting in my bed, wrapped in a blanket, listening to The Blue Van (which I never listen to, but I wanted to listen to something new) and well, writing this blog post. I’ll be honest, the only reason I’m writing this is so I can meet the required amount of posts so I can pass my English class. 

This isn’t the way I want to be.

I want to be a person who looks forward to Mondays. A person who gives and doesn’t need to receive anything in return. A person who never procrastinates. A person who never ridicules anyone else, no matter what. A person who does it for themselves and no one else. A person who dreams way, too, big.

But, I’m working on it. And you should too. 

I believe in second chances. I think everyone deserves them, including you. You need to care for yourself. And I’m guilty of not. I care about people so much I tend to forget about myself. Clear your mind. Take a deep breathe. Think. Sit and think of all the things you want to improve on. It doesn’t have to be something as simple as math. It can be, “I want to go to bed earlier, so I can wake up, refreshed, ready to take on the world and everyone in it.” Great. Start out by going to bed 30 minutes early every night, until you get there, to your goal.

People seem to think the only way to accomplish something is to do it as fast as you can, so you can say, “I did it” before the person next to you. Everything and anything good takes time. Don’t believe me? Why do you think it takes nine months for a child to be born, because if it took seven days, there would be nothing to it. You would look forward to something for six days, and then on the seventh, it’s over. When you get to that ninth month, you’re probably so relieved and so, so excited to see your baby, it was worth it. Also, college, and any school in general. Why do you think it takes four years to graduate high school? Because you will get nothing out of a single month of school. Nothing. All of those stressful nights when you wanted to give up, all paid off for something. A chance. A chance to make all your dreams come true.

Please, just remember to take care of yourself. Get up, grab some earbuds, turn on your favorite song and take a walk. Bring your dog with you. Spend sometime somewhere else. Go on an adventure, even if that means walking up a hill and watching the sunset with your best friend.  

And, don’t ever be afraid to take risks. You choose your own destiny. 

In all, be the person you owns fifty rescued animals. Be the person who writes a book about their life, not leaving out a single detail. Be the person who takes pictures of everything. Be the person you would fall in love with. 

Here's a picture I took when I was taking a walk on a beach in Massachusetts, pondering life, and trying to be artsy.

PUNDAY #7

What does a banana say when their outfit is looking good? I find this attire... appeeling.
I think all the bananas out there would find this pun hilarious.
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SWIMMING WITH WHALE SHARKS...

This is going to be a story about the time when I went swimming with whale sharks. Okay, lets first back track a little. So, over the summers of sixth and seventh grade, I went and lived with my parents friends in Cancun, Mexico for one month each time. The family includes Justice (who is my age), Trinity (who’s four years younger then me), their parents (Darren and Toby). A boy two years older then me named Brian also came along. Well, I went to Mexico in the month of July. Well, guess what, my birthday is July 29. So because of this, everyone asked me what I wanted to do for my 12th birthday. Me being me, and having the pressure of choosing things, I said anything really. So, Darren and Toby tricked Justice, Trinity, me and Brian that we were just going to have a small party with some of our other Mexican friends. 

The morning of my birthday, Darren and Toby woke us up super early. We all complained because we rarely got to sleep in, and we thought is was only fair because to sleep in because it was my birthday. But, they convinced us to get up because they said it would all be worth it in the end, and boy were they right. Well, we all piled into our friends mini van and started heading out of the city of Cancun. We all begged to know what was happening. And, right when we got to the place, everyone knew what was happening. Everybody flipped. I mean, who wouldn’t? We were going to swim with freaking whale sharks. 

We all went through the safety procedures that know one really listens to anyway and then hopped into the small boat. It was all six of us plus another family with, well, if my memory is right, four people. I remember it was the longest boat ride of my life! Or, maybe it just felt that way. On the way there, Trinity and Justice both got sea sick, which was really too bad for them. 

When we finally arrived at the place where all the whale sharks were, everyone was so excited. There were so many. So many whale sharks. And let me tell you right now, they are huge. Just absolutely gigantic. Unfortunately, at this point Trinity was really sick. Little side note, I remember her throwing up on my water bottle and being just a tad bit disgusted haha. 

Anyway, now on to the good part. The instructor dude, Darren, Justice and I all put on our flippers, snorkels and then plunged into the freezing water together. When I looked down into the ocean, I saw nothing. It was pitch darkness and that was, well, slightly… unsatisfying. Sting rays swam around the whale sharks which is also pretty scary, but I wasn’t there for them, I was there for the whale sharks. Okay, they have huge mouths! Don’t believe me? Look at the picture below this…

I told you!

Photo courtesy: Sheraton

Well, we swam around them and it was... magical. I honestly don’t know how else to describe it. Sometimes we had to dodge them which was pretty crazy because you basically had to swim for your life. 

We got back onto the boat and waited for another turn. This time, it was just me and Darren, because Justice was too sick. 

In all, my 12th birthday is a birthday I will never, ever forget. I’m so lucky to have been able to do this and I can’t thank the whale sharks enough for not eating me ;-)

PUNDAY #6

Thought this pun was pretty funny... I've heard it before but I wanted to share it with my little to no audience...

What do you call a fish with no eye? FSH

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WHEN TOMMY HOWELL'S SON TALKED TO ME

Not only did a famous person’s son talk to me, but the son’s girlfriend called me pretty too. (He also followed me on Instagram haha). This famous person isn’t just anyone, he’s in my favorite movie, the movie that was made from my favorite book. The famous person I am referring to is C. Thomas Howell. I honestly bet that almost everyone reading this doesn’t know who that is. But, Tommy Howell is a pretty famous actor. I mean, he’s not the most famous ever, but he’s up there. 

C. Thomas Howell plays Ponyboy Curtis in S.E. Hinton’s The Outsiders. And for anyone who knows me, not even that well, would know that I had a slightly unhealthy obsession with The Outsiders in seventh grade. I mean, I had a fan account on Instagram for it, I guess you could say I put a lot of time and effort into that fandom. I also made a lot of friends… that I’m not friends with anymore unfortunately. 

Okay, enough with my past… wait, this did happen in the past. Never mind, lets just stop talking about dark parts of my past LOL. Okay, so, I should probably start telling the story. I also too should say that I have never actually met C. Thomas Howell or his son, Liam. Now, you’re probably super confused to how I talked to Liam then. Well, I talked to him on the Internet. Yes, yes, I’m a rebel, but I mean, it payed off in the end, right?

OKAY I’LL GET ON WITH IT, I’M BAD AT TELLING STORIES, I GET OFF TRACK I KNOW, AND I’M SORRY. Oh, sorry again, I screamed at you. Well, one day I was on Instagram; the lovely place where it all happened. I was browsing around on my fan account when I got a DM notification. It was from one of my fandom friends, who told me that Liam had talked to her and followed her. Instantly, I knew it was my mission to have him talk to me and maybe even follow me…

So, I direct messaged Liam. Probably saying something about how I thought his dad is an amazing actor, etc. etc.. I didn’t think much would come out of it. I didn’t even think he’d open the DM because he probably gets tons of these everyday. Well, I was pretty lucky I guess, because that day when I turned on my lock screen on my phone, I saw, “liam_howell has commented on your DM..." 

My reaction was most likely something like this: 

I am Stewie.

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Anyways, I opened the direct message and I can’t remember what the exact words were but I think Liam said something along the lines of, “Haha, I get that a lot. But thanks” Yeah, I get it, it wasn't the most exciting thing ever, but I mean, it’s still pretty cool that C. Thomas Howell’s son talked to me. Right after this, he followed me ahhh :-0

Well, this was the story of when Tommy Howell’s son slid into my DM's, followed me on social media, and then a little after all of that, his girlfriend called me pretty too. Good times, good times. 

PUNDAY #5

Since I love food, this one is pretty funny and relatable. 

I am on a seafood diet. Every time I see food, I eat it.

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PUNDAY #4

I was going to save this pun for Christmas but it was just too funny...
What nationality is Santa Claus? North Polish
Guys, I honestly found this funny... am I the only one? Hopefully not...
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PEOPLE CHANGE TOO FAST pt. 2

Here's part 2 to "PEOPLE CHANGE TOO FAST"

Okay, now we’re getting into the more interesting writing, these two pieces are from 8th grade. And I wrote both for my creative writing class. 

Just Great 

1-23-15

I knew I shouldn't be going through his drawer, but he'd been acting suspicious lately and I needed answers. The leather-bound diary was tucked snugly between a pair of navy blue basketball socks. What else could I do? I grabbed the diary, and shut the drawer as quietly as I could. I left the room with the door partially shut like it was before I entered. I walked into my room, shut the door, and locked it. The diary looked old, almost as if it hadn’t been written in for an entire century. It was slightly coated in dust, and the articles were stained with what looked like coffee. I carefully opened the diary and skipped to one of the last pages, probably where his most recent writings would be. The text was wrinkled, so it was hard to read. The page was titled, “April 17, 1998” and read…

“I’ve been stuck in this home for awhile now. And I’m not sure what to do. The Malum Transporters promised me that I would be returning home about one month after arrival, and if I’ve been counting right…I’ve been here for ten years, that’s not exactly one month. So, I’m getting quite anxious. I was supposed to be here for one reason, and one reason only—”

The writing suddenly stopped, like Isaac, or whatever he was, was interrupted. I thought to myself, “What is this supposed to mean? Is my only brother some alien? Who are these Malum Transporters? What is happening?!” I fell back onto my bed, and quickly opened his diary to the first page, I needed to start from the beginning.

I mean, I want to know more, so I guess you could say that’s a pretty good “short story”.

This is what I did when I read "Just Great", so good job on that one Elise. 

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And, for my final piece of writing, I will be sharing the first paragraph from my 10,000 word novel that we were required to write for creative writing last year. The novel is titled, “Deracinate”.

Elko, Nevada, 04-17-08, 12:15:28 pm. 

His name was Pierce, Pierce Éclair, and he would always say that he knew that his last name was a pastry and that he absolutely hated it. He was around 6’1 with wavy, brown hair that framed his face absolutely perfectly. He had deep brown eyes, with swirls of ember inside, that would always catch your attention. He would always wear a grey sweatshirt with dirty white strings that came out the side of his hood. He swore, and smoked, but he was smart, smarter than me. He loved outer space and geography. He wanted to travel the world, and wanted to be fluent in Italian. He kept to himself, and would only speak when needed. He, is the love of my life.

So, after I read over all of these past writings, I was so utterly embarrassed and questioned why on Earth I ever wrote them. But, people change for the better and I guess in this case I changed for the better and have become a better writer because of it. 

Alright, before I make this any longer I should probably leave…

PEOPLE CHANGE TOO FAST pt. 1

Hi! I bet you were expecting some deep blog post about some old friend, but you won’t be getting that. Although, in my opinion, you’ll be getting something even better. You’ll be getting a part of my past. A part that only few people have seen, but now, I’m letting anyone in the entire world see them. Okay, okay, I’ll show you what it is, it’s not too extravagant, it’s just writing, but trust me, you’ll be entertained by it, I promise. I will be showing you my fetus writing. Not writing that I wrote when I was in my mother’s womb, but writing from before this school year. 

Unfortunately, I couldn’t find any writing that I wrote before 7th grade but hopefully you will still enjoy. Trust me, right now my face is bright red and I still don’t know why I’m putting this on the Internet.

This is the exact face I made when I read my old writing. 

Photo courtesy: mental_floss

Here is my first piece I have to show you, a terrible poem by 12 year old Elise.

Untroubled

Format: Free Verse

rainy days are my dearest,

cool droplets against my skin,

sky roaring with tears,

people running and running,

and I,

watch as the world takes in the sorrow,

and makes it even more,

carefree.

-e.s.

I like that I was super hipster with my initials in lower case letters… 

Piece two is a mandala poem, and I’ll be honest, I have no idea what that is. 

If I were not me...

I’d be a puddle of water during a rain storm,

on a cool sidewalk

the color of a dark stormy day,

I’d be a chilly wind storm,

in the streets of Tulsa,

full of thoughts and jokes,

I’d be a cactus,

a deep, dark green,

standing still, withering under the hot sun,

I’d be a warm camp fire,

gaping in the woods,

hot enough to burn the many dreams of children,

I’d be a bright, exiting gold,

hiding within my self-consciousness,

I’d be a ukelele,

playing near the bewildering sea

-e.s.

Wow Elise, you were very… deep…

Piece three, okay, I actually love this poem and I’m pretty proud of it so I hope you genuinely enjoy it too :-)

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he was as unknowable as a foreign language, 

as she was a girl with sixteen years of sorrow,

they spent most of their time trying not to cry,

as they filled their lungs with cancer,

they gazed upon shadows on the wall,

as they would never answer,

and as her hair fell upon her shoulders,

and as his freckles dotted his nose,

they both knew that love was never alike, 

although they never intended

-e.s.

I really do like this one.

Unfortunately, I have to split this post into two parts because it's too long otherwise.

WHEN A FOX MEETS A DEER

On October 14, 2015, Tia and Sam meet. Before I go on with this story, you’re going to need some background information. Sam is my one and a half year old pug chihuahua mix. I adopted him around June of last year. Tia, is an eight year old golden retriever, and Ashtyn is her owner. Ashtyn and I are horse crazy, and well, dog crazy too. Ashtyn trains Tia agility and I train Sam agility. We had been dreaming for the two pups to meet for awhile, but never went through with these plans. 

I’ll be honest, when Ashtyn came up with an exact plan of how and when they were going to meet, I was a little nervous. Of course, I wanted them to meet, but I didn’t know how it would go. Since Sam is still a puppy, he’s pretty “barkey”, and I guess you could say he’s not yet very “sociable”. Sam is not a mean dog in any way, shape, or form, he just has his preferences. But, I needed to take a leap of faith, and trust that everything would go okay. 

I packed his dog food, a bag of training treats, a leash, and of course, Sam himself. Trust me, I probably asked Ashtyn 100 times if it was okay with her dad and also if she still thought this was a good idea. I was silly for asking so many times, but I just wanted everything to go over smoothly. Her dad pulled up, I opened the door, and climbed in with Sam in my arms. I was honestly expecting him to bark, bark like a freaking maniac, but, he didn’t. 

Ashtyn: “Can we go to Petsmart? I need more training treats for Tia.”

Me (in my head): “Oh, crap. Sam will bark and it will just be a mess. Say no, please say no…”

Her dad: “Tia doesn’t need anymore.”

Everyone: *goes quiet*

Me (in my head): “Thank god.”

We continued down the road and turned. And guess where, Petsmart. I jumped out of the car with Sam and we walked into the store. HE DIDN’T BARK! I guess the chihuahua in him had subsided… for the time.

We got to Ashtyn’s house and Sam was freaking out. He was smelling everything and pulling me everywhere. Ashtyn let Tia out into the front yard and that’s when the chihuahua in him came out. 

Sam: *BARK! BARK! BARK! BARK!*

We walked them together around the neighborhood and thankfully, the two warmed up to each other. When all four of us got back home, we let them into the backyard. This is when Ashtyn and I fully understood what roles our dogs played. Sam was a fox and Tia was a deer. How does that make any sense? Sam is 40 pounds smaller than Tia, but he’s a brat and thinks he’s the boss. Ashtyn likes to refere to Sam as a stallion. Haha.

So, in reaction to this, Ashtyn and I tied the two dogs together, like how Spirit and Rain were tied together in the movie “Spirit: Stallion of the Cimarron”. But finally, they became acquaintances with each other. 

Although Sam and Tia didn’t become best friends like we hoped they would, it was still super fun and we’re hoping to get them together again soon, so stay tuned!   

This photo took FOREVER to take!

PUNDAY #3

Hi! It's Tuesday when I'm posting this because I forgot to post it yesterday... :(
But, this pun is in the spirit of fall!
What did the tree say to autumn? Leaf me alone.  
HAHAHAHAH
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HOW TO NOT SWALLOW A MAGNET

I feel like everyone’s swallowed something they are not supposed to sometime in their life. A lot of my friends have told me that they have swallowed a penny, or in my mom’s case, multiple pussy willows. But, being me, I swallowed the strangest, most random thing you can swallow… a magnet. Now, you may be thinking “how does one even swallow a magnet?” or, “it was probably just a small one,” but oh no, out of all the tiny, cute magnets you could swallow, I swallowed the huge, powerful one. To be exact, a singing magnet went down my esophagus and into my stomach. 

   These are the evil singing magnets. Photo Courtesy: AliExpress

I should probably explain more about how this unfortunate incident came to be. It was my birthday and my grandma had just given me these awesome magnets. I was a curious freshly turned eight year old and wanted to find out if the very powerful magnets were powerful enough to still be able to sick together through my cheek. I was in my living room bathroom at the time, starring at myself in the mirror and obviously wasn't thinking about what I was doing. I had stuck one magnet to the top of my tongue and the other to the bottom and there was no problem there. I also stuck my lip between them and well, also had no problems. So, I guess I had just assumed that it would be okay to stick them through my cheek. Well, they didn’t and right when I swallowed some spit one of the singing magnets went down too. Then, instant panic.

I ran out of the bathroom to my mom and probably said something along the lines of, “I just swallowed a magnet am I going to die?!”

Her possible response was, “How many did you swallow?”

“Just one” I most likely replied as I probably held out a single, shiny, jet black magnet.

I’m really happy I only swallowed one, because if I had swallowed two, I would’ve gotten surgery and I don’t think eight year old me could handle that. Well, my mom, who was still in complete panic called my grandma to ask what we should do. (My grandmother was a nurse earlier in her life). She said to not let me poop in the toilet. That’s some weird advice, but good advice because if somehow the magnet went through my digestive system, if would’ve gotten stuck to the metal pipes. 

So, here's the gross part, for around the next month, I was forced to poop in my little sisters "training" toilet. (I have no idea what to call them). Unfortunately, we never did find the magnet so I just assume it’s still in me… somewhere. I just can’t swallow anything else magnetic for I’ll be in some trouble. I guess only swallowing one magnet was okay in the sense that there’s a lot worse people have swallowed… 

Well, that’s it! Sorry if this post was really random, but I don’t have many exciting things happen in my life and this just seemed to pop up in my head on this Saturday afternoon. And don't forget, swallowing your spit while there's a magnet in your mouth, is a terrible idea.

PUNDAY #2

It's Monday, again! So here's my Monday pun: Why did the scientist install a knocker on his door? He wanted to win the No-bell prize!
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PUNDAY #1

Hey! It's Monday! So here's my Monday pun: I can't believe I got fired from the calendar factory. All I did was take a day off!
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JUST AN INTRODUCTION...

Hi! I'm Elise, and this is my blog! I wouldn't be here if it weren't for my 9th grade English teacher, Mr. Parker. So, hey, thanks Mr. Parker! I will admit, the name of my blog is quite confusing. It's just a combination of two things I like- Van Gogh (mostly his art) and the color indigo. Fun fact: Van Gogh died on my birthday. Hmm, more things about me... well, I'm currently riding a horse named Sheik. I mean, he's technically a pony, but he thinks he's a horse! I ride in the English discipline, while competing in eventing. For all of you non-horsey people, eventing is a combination of dressage, stadium jumping, and cross country jumping. I also have three really adorable dogs named Maxine, Clifford and Sam. I also own five super cute cats, Stella, Maui, Cato, Jack and Violet. And to top it all off, I have a snake named Spike! Yeah, I guess you could say my family kinda loves animals... Another little fun fact about me is that I "lived" in Cancun, Mexico for two months on a study aboard trip. It might not sound like a long time, but I wasn't with my parents, I was living with a whole different family! 

Because I can, here are a bunch of random facts about me:

1. I was born in Scottsdale, Arizona
2. My favorite animal is an okapi 
3 I've never met someone famous :(
4. I'm 5'0 (yeah, I know, I'm really short, it sucks)
5. My lucky number is 22
6. My number one pet peeve is when people take my glasses
7. If I was a boy, I would've been named Liam (that was so random)
8. I played the guitar for two years... then I quit
9. My favorite genres of music are alternative rock and indie
10. Snap peas gross me out
11. I LOVE spicy foods
12. My favorite subjects in school are English and science (more specifically biology)
13. I want to be a vet when I'm older :~)
14. < is my age
15. I've written a novel
16. My favorite movies are Stand By Me, Ferris Bueller's Day Off, Dirty Dancing, Back to the Future, The Goonies, Sixteen Candles, the list could go on and on, but I'd better stop...
17. One of my favorite video games is Minecraft (judge me)
18. And lastly, spiders don't actually scare me 

Now, I guess I should talk a little bit about my blog. My blog is going to be about all types of different stuff! I guess you could call my theme... miscellaneous. Some topics you could see on my blog could be rants, reviews, or just funny stories of my everyday life in general! Also, I'm hoping to do "Pundays" every well, you guessed it, Monday. I'm doing them on Mondays because the pun works well and I also think Mondays suck, so I'm hoping by adding a new pun every Monday, someones Monday will get a little bit better. Wow, I never thought I'd say the word "Monday" so many times in one paragraph! Well, I hope you decide to stay and join me on this adventure! :-)

Enjoy this photo I took of Sheik with an edited emoji crown on his head :)