Dans ma classe de francais, nous regardons un clipe de musique chaque vendredi. Mais c’etait l’ete. Je ne suis pas un classe de francais maintenant, mais je besoin le musique francaise.
Marie-Mai: Cauchemar
Raffy: Le Faux est a la mode
Marie-Mai: Sans Cri Ni Haine
Ariane Brunet: Bien Avec Toi
Isleym: Avec le Temps
I spent yesterday evening at the mall with my parents. The minute we stepped through the automatic doors, I heard this woman saying “Hey! Look here! This Aquafina vending machine doesn’t even have any water in it! I mean, how crazy is that? I want water, and the Aquafina machine doesn’t sell water! HEY YOU! I’M TALKING TO YOU HERE!” At this point, I did a quick scan of the halls. We were the only people there. I turned around to see if, perhaps, I actually knew the lady, and her conversation was meant for me. She was gesturing wildly next to the vending machine. Nope. I didn’t recognize her at all. That left one option: walk away quickly. “FINE. That’s cool. Just pretend that I’m not here. Pretend that I’m not talking to you. Walk away! Whatever.”
I don’t think my parents ever realized she was talking to us.
In the same trip, we encountered a waiter singing “Happy Birthday” in a deep, opera voice that was completely and purposefully off key. That was pretty awesome.
The last time I went to that mall, I ran into a group of teenagers dressed in bizarre costumes. This Arabian guy wore a Renaissance dress, his short female companion wore a huge pink tutu with a matching plastic tiara, and a white guy pulled off a pirate costume. Their other friends were dressed normally and laughing hysterically. My first thought was, “someone lost a bet…”
Can you believe that the Aquafina vending machine doesn’t sell water? I mean, of all things, that’s what confuses me most.
I’ve decided to call this a challenge, Gigi, so it sounds more epic. Here you have it–the five tracks I’ve been listening to lately
BarlowGirl: Never Alone
Natalie Grant: Hurricane
Hawk Nelson: A Million Miles Away
Owl City: Speed of Love
Relient K: This Week the Trend
(sorry for the poor quality of videos–I tend to choose songs that lack music/lyric videos)
These are my glasses. They’re from Bebe.
I also like Collapsable Lung, I Can’t Complain, and If I Could Take You Home. 🙂
Fine, fine, here’s your post.
When my brother was a wee child (about three years old), my grandparents bought him this noisy, obnoxious toy. Apparently this is a typical grandparent thing.
This is the table. You see that book in the back? When you turned the page, it would sing Polly’s song…
That looks like loads of fun, doesn’t it?? You want one now. Needless to say, it was my brother’s favorite toy. The batteries wore out quickly and we couldn’t figure out where they were in the toy–had we known, they would have been out long ago…
There was a little book attatched to this toy, and when you turned the page, it would play this song:
I. Hate. Polly.
As the batteries wore out, the singer’s voice deepened and the song went on foreeevvvvveeeeeeeerrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr. And then poor Polly’s kettle finally steamed over. She began to sing without her pages being turned. We threw the toy into our basement in the hopes that it would shut Polly up, but to no avail. At midnight, you could hear the ghastly droning of “POLLLYYYY PUUUT THEEE KEEETTTLLLEE OOONNNNNNNNNNNNN…” drifting up from the bowels of our home.
It still gives me the shivers after all these years.
Why does Sukey take it off again? Will the two frienemies ever have their tea? Will there ever be an end to their kettle wars??
And “Sukey take it off again” IS NOT EVEN GRAMMATICALLY CORRECT. Sukey need to learn to speak English!
And what really makes me steam is this: the sentence ends in a preposition. WHAT THE HECK DOES POLLY PUT HER KETTLE ON?!?!?!?!
Bright Starts Toy Company, I HAVE QUESTIONS THAT NEED ANSWERING!
So. I think Pentatonix is awesome. Here’s evidence:
…is finding a good way to spend it. (Props to you if you know where this comes from)
Gigi and I have compiled a great big list of events we must partake in this summer.
Yeah. This isn’t all happening, but we can try. There’s 104 days of summer vacation, and school comes along just to end it… (Please comment all the ones I’ve forgotten, Gigi.)
Gigi came up with this post idea. I realize now just how many songs go through my head often. I’m influenced by America, France, Britain, and Korea in my music taste. I have been influenced my my parents, my brother, and Gigi. I listen to just about any genre.
How many of the above songs do you know? What songs get stuck in your head? Comment below.
Gigi has swung the ball back in my court. Here are 15 statements that create her personality.
This is a butterfly from said venture to the zoo.
In case you’re reading this and are seriously intrigued by my life (HOW?), let me catch you up on what happened the past two weeks.
1) I went on vacation to a beautiful island in the Caribbean. You’d expect me to come back either tan or burnt, right? NOPE. I’m still as pale as Tom Sawyer’s fence. But that’s okay–I’m still sticking to my belief that pale will come back in season any day now. And how do tan people get pale again? “Spray-on white” doesn’t exactly exist.
2) From said island, I bought souvenirs for my friends and family. I bought a little drum for my younger brother, as he plays the drum. It’s constructed from carved wood and an animal pelt. My brother’s in boy scouts, so I figured he wouldn’t mind the animal pelt. What I didn’t consider was my dog. Yep. My brother put the drum on a shelf in his room. Now, my dog spends his days sitting in said room, staring up at that animal pelt with wide eyes. He was completely spooked by me for the next two days, and tried to avoid me altogether, as though he believed I had killed that animal myself, and would not hesitate to use him for the same purpose.
His behavior has improved very much. He’s even eating his dry dog food without human food bribery.
3) I watched the new Les Miserables movie (with Anne Hathaway) in my french class–SO GOOD. Now, days later, the songs still play on in my head. “I’M JEAN VALJEAN.”
4) My school got a new web filtering system. It won’t allow students to access tumblr, pinterest, or WORDPRESS. WordPress! I’m in shock. And now, it allows us to access some sort of “clean youtube search” website. But here’s the catch–we can’t watch the videos. The district is just torturing us, now. If we were dogs, they’d be holding a bone just out of our reach.
Yeah. I think that encompasses my past couple of weeks pretty well.
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