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So there I was, minding my own business,
In the grocery store when I discovered...
I love pomegranates. I love them. I just want to bathe in pomegranates.
Pomegranate 7-Up? Best thing ever.
Pomegranate Succers? Amazing!
Pomegranate Underwear? Needs to be invented.
Anyways, Christmas is right around the corner.
I don't really know what else to say about Christmas.
Shorryyyy,
Yeah.
I was being quite snide tonight... And I missed the first talent show meeting. Whoops. Stop judging me.
Stop.
Hammer time.
I also discovered my love for painting, and drawing on a paper bigger than normal. And drawing with something other than a pencil. You'd think I'd like art class, but I like getting my own blank canvas to create what I want. I'm hoping I get better at drawing/painting, so I can transition it to frosting cupcakes with flowers and such.
I'm feeling a bit under the weather, and I have a bit of homework, so I think I might leave it at that.
Wait, I need a link word.
POTATOES
Mato. (Who did NOT tell me to give him a shout out over text message at 9:20 PM)

(No Name)

So.
I may have some news.
I got into the talent show.
I GOT INTO THE TALENT SHOW.!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!11
!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!111111
(flagellum)
I'm so excited.
SO.
EXCITED. :D
And also I'm excited because I had a bowl of chili tonight, I'm going to Hawaii in 24 days, and The Nanny is on.
(I <3 reruns)
So.... Christmas is coming up...
I would like....
All the seasons of Scooby-Doo on DVD.
Anything Sephora. (Specifically brushes and palettes) (Gift Cards)
These.
This.
Also These.
Finally, this. (cheapest one)
I enjoy Twinkies.

Guitars and Iced Tea but Only When I'm on the Phone

My fingers are quite chilly.

Anyways. At the moment, my guitar is balancing on the wall behind me, I'm drinking an iced tea, and my sister's on the phone with, I'm assuming, my dad, due to the snappy tone in her voice.
(It's a very difficult task to type with chilly fingers.)
So that expleains the title.
But anyhoo, I'm freaking myself out beyond the paranoid-schizophrenic chihuahua level because my audition for the talent show is tomorrow.
MY AUDITION FOR THE TALENT SHOW IS
TOMORROW.
And I'm nervous. N E R V O U S.
I'm as nervous as a ballyhoo hobknocker in the middle of a Spring crackpot, that just got totally poppycocked by a huggermugger, if you know what I mean.
*awkward*
Yeah, so, yeah.
If you're wondering what song I'm doing, or you're too lazy to scroll down to the last post, here's the link.
SONG OF UTTER ADORABLENESS
I'll be doing a guitar cover, and let's hope I can hit those high notes.
I'm gonna go practice until my fingers bleed out my belly button, if you know what I mean.
BYE!

sephorasephorasephoraTOKIDOKIsephora

11 comments. I'm that cool.

Today, I went to the mall. Well, mostly to Sephora.
*excitement*
And I got some things.
Some things being: a new eyeshadow palette, Urban Decay eyeliner, a Buxom eyeshadow brush, and
tokidoki lipgloss.
tokidoki
lipgloss
(tokidoki lipgloss)
tokidokitokidokitokidoki tokidoki in ninjadog= FRICKEN AMAZING GLOSS SO GLOSSY I CAN BARELY CONTAIN MYSELF WITH AN AMAZING APPLICATOR AND I NEED ALL OF THE FLAVORS AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
(tokidoki)
So. 2 weeks until Christmas vacation, I'm hoping they rush by, because then I get 2 weeks off, 2 days of school, and them I'm off to Hawaii for 2 more weeks.
THE EXCITEMENT IS BUILDING UP UP UP UP UP UP UP UP UP UP UPUPUPUPUPUPUPUPUP
(and up)
My limbs cripple up just thinking about it.
Laying on the beach, kickin' back with a Dan Brown novel, wearing my Ray's and sipping iced coffee,
:D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D
Not to worry, I can blog from a vacation destination.
(rhyme)
GET ME THESE FOR CHRISTMAS.


.............. :D

Confessions of a Show Choir Girl

:D........Hello.

How are you? I'm good as well, thanks for asking.
So I haven't blogged in a few days due to numerous activites.
Such as, I'm practicing the song I'm going to be singing/playing on guitar (LINK HERE) in the talent show. :D
Or auditioning anyways. I doubt I'll be getting in.
Other activities include adventures in Hobby Lobby with my best friend, Zoe, and making pillowcases. (Aren't we cool?)
Anyways, I'm in my school's show choir, which I hate, and this morning we were dancing. This is not good for me because I have awkwardly long limbs so every dance move I try do awkwardly do is just a mess. And also because we have morning practices and I don't feel like using my facial expressions at 7:45 in the morning. Finally, because my math teacher is guest-choreographing the number, and we all look like a turtle-marmoset crossover who just shoved a quarter up its butt in the mildly flailing about way. And we try to be ToT@LLie'S G@nGst@HH PhR3SHH at this one part and it just doesnt work. Here's an example:
Without Quarter-Up-Butt Choreography
ABCDEFGHIJKLMNOPQRSTUVWXYZ
With Quarter-Up-Butt Choreography
:skf;lksjg;kaj;rkgjdfjd;lkj;adklgjh;lkb5675lkj;rklgja;lkSDFGJKJLKJ

I really hope my math teacher doesn't read this.
Anyways, as an amateur blogger, I can only hope I have everyday readers. Mothers don't count.
I suppose friends do, but not those really close friends who you feel okay with being a total awkward mess with them, but the friends that you hang out with at school and have the occasional sleepover with 9 other people every other Friday, that you don't talk to as much as those couple too-close people.
I really hope you like my blog, if so, comment!! Leave me love, hate, in between love and hate, or comments that say "HAHAHAHAHAHAHA" or "NONONONONONONONO." Really, I'll take anything.
OKAYILOVEYOUBYE

Uncle URL

When people ask me what the URL for my blog is, most of them are too lazy to capitalize the letters, so it comes out like 'whats the url' without any punctuation. Irritating. So when I read those messages, I see 'url' as the name Earl, and I picture a mid-life crisis man with a bad combover, two different sized eyes, and a reactangular torso with a shirt saying 'I'm creepy' on it. He also has a sly grin, that sly fox Url. So if anyone ever asks you for a 'url' to that awesome video of a unicorn playing hopscotch with a paper lantern, picture my creepy 'Uncle Url.'

No Boyfriend=No Problem I Like Having Guy Friends

Hey there, party people.
I would just like to say, what's with all my girls needing to have a boyfriend?
I mean really. All of my friends say "Oh Emelia, you could get a boyfriend so quick." But the truth of the matter is, I don't want one. I've never really believed in dating, because in all my experiences, I've gotten hurt. Not heartbroken, because I don't allow many people to get that close to me, (Only family and close friends) I'm just left with regret. I'm trying to live my life to the fullest. And my opinion is that boyfriends are just a waste of time. And I would rather have guy friends than a boyfriend any day. I've got a few guy friends that, if the day shall ever come where I do get a boyfriend, and he hurts me, they will chase after him with shovels and baseball bats. I like it when guy friends (I'm gonna start calling them guys now, since guy friends is a lot to type) get protective of me, because I feel like I've got a body guard, more than the wall I put up to avoid having boyfriends. And guys are way easier to talk to, because they don't get catty if you say Justin Bieber is dumb.
Yeah, boys are a prickly subject with me. I just get annoyed when people say I'm going to be a crazy cat lady when I grow up, because number 1: I dislike cats. I have a phobia of them. and number 2: I probably will find the right guy out there, but I don't need to think about that for a really long time.
So my conclusion: Have amazing guys in your life, but no boyfriends, not until later on in life. (;
P.S. I will be posting a less serious post minutes from now, but I needed to clear the air.

MERRtacular

This is a Merr. Me and my friend Taylor created him. This is what I see when I think Merr.
Merrs

• Attack when provoked
• Jump at people in horror movies
• Gas attack themselves, and then faint
• Have t-rex arms that flail about
• Make a noise that sounds like 'Meeeeeeeghhhhh'
• Are faithful pets, once you bond
• Eat a strict diet of fireflies and steamed vegetables, and human skin*

*Merrs only eat human skin when provoked

Oh Hai There :D

He has highlights in his flagella.
And Spongebob/Carl is whipping his uvula back and forth.
HAI. LETS BE FRIENDS ^_^
See? This is why I'm socially awkward.
Also I come off as a little bit creepy.
"Do YOU enjoy spending free time blogging and watching TURTLES!?" O.o
"No."
"WHO RAISED YOU, A FLOCK OF PIDGEONS?"
And then they walk away. I don't enjoy using emoticons such as those^ (O.o ^_^) because it makes me seem gothic, which I'm not, but you need to understand what my face looks like when I creeper up to somebody and say those things. But anyways, today was pretty uninteresting. EXCEPT I did get some hand warmers. AND I HAD MANY SODAS SO I AM LIKE A CHIHUAHUA ON CRACK. *screams*
Anyhoo, I'll be making more pictures like those up there, if you like them. If they make you feel happy inside. I believe this post was unsuccesful. I can't spell that word.
LET'S GET OUR FUNKAY ON!

I'm Already Hooked in Your World, Blogger People

So here we are, my second post of the day. What's that saying?
A) I'm really bored
B) I'm trying to get out of plans with my friends
C) I have no life
D) All of the above.
Yep, the answer is D.
Anyhoo, in my second post of the day, I'd like to take a moment to discuss Harry Potter. I just saw the Deathly Hallows Part 1 last night. For those of you who are not HP fans, BECOME THEM. Not that I'm trying to tell you how to live your life. Moment of Harry Potter discussion over.
In the three hours it's taken me to get bored enough to type another post, I've ran into a wall, tripped over a dog, and talked about weasels with striped ties. Basically it's been a productive day, and I managed to avoid family visiting. I avoid most interactions with others because I'm socially awkward. Which is why I'm avoiding the outside world and staying inside to blog. I've gotten numerous compliments on my blog (actually I've only gotten two, but numerous sounds like more.) and a few suggestions for it. I'm gonna go with one suggestion from a friend, Alec, (There's your shout out, bright and dandy. I hope this post reaches all the way to Pluto for you.) to put a picture of my turtle up. Her name is Jupiter and she's a pretty fly turtle. Also, I've been brushing up on my Hyperbole and a Half, because I'm in love with that blog. Click here to see it. And I'm really impressed with myself that I can put a link in any word. UNICORN. Where will that link take you? You're just gonna have to click and find out. To wrap up this post, I'm going to put more LinkWords.
Wheat Thins
Scented Candle
Penguins
Whales

Hello, World of the Blog

Hi there. Most of you haven't heard of me. My username is Hooligans in Penny Loafers. I've never blogged before, mostly because once you start blogging, you're doomed to a life of at least three posts a day and inside jokes with your computer. But I thought, what the hay? Let's start a blog and post it to my Facebook wall. I also have a YouTube channel, and maybe I'll post the link there.Yeah, I have no life. I'm gonna keep these posts short and sweet, except for todays, because yesterday was Thanksgiving and this morning I had Bacon-Brows. So here we go.

Yesterday, on the blessed Turkey Day, the occasion was held at our house. I'm not one to judge, but I'm sure my cousins and uncles and aunts thought 'what are all these piles of junk laying around the household?' even though we spent hours cleaning. I Swiffer WetJetted the whole house, and danced along to Micheal Buble. Everything was fine and dandy this Thanksgiving day, until we started eating. Then came the stifled giggles and guffaws from me. My cousin couldn't figure out how the gosh-darned fancy salt shaker worked, and she pulled off the top and sent salt granules flying over my precious WetJetted floors. Now, I didn't care much that the dog was getting high on salt. I was trying not to choke on my mouthful of runny potatoes, because I was trying not to laugh. And then the same thing happened with the pepper. And I full on giggled. And received a hateful glare from the cousin. So what am I thankful for? I'm thankful for simple salt & pepper shakers, and Swiffer Wet Jets.

Next. This morning, I was chilling at the hair salon, and I was about to get my first eyebrow waxing. As I laid down  in the leather chair I prayed to the Father Above Us 'PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE DON'T LET THIS HURT GOD!' as the hair-dresser placed the hot wax, what I thought, a little too close to my seeing area. As I looked relaxed on the outside, I was having a paranoid schizophrenic attack on the inside. And... It didn't hurt one bit. Not until after the waxing. Not until I was reading Vogue magazine did my eyebrows begin to sting like Holy Butts and look like bacon before it's cooked. I still have to admit, my seductive eyebrow raise looks ten times better now that it doesn't look like there are parasites in my eyebrows.