IT'S...not Christmas, is it?

Ok, I know I'm techinically 1...2...3...4...5...6 days late. But this way, I can wish you all a happy New Year and also perhaps wish myself a Happy Birthday!
I would normally be all excited, but this year I am turning into something I would rather not...A TEENAGER. Sad, yes, I know. But my age is one of those things I can't control, and if I told you I was growing backwards and had just turned 19, you probably wouldn't have believed me. So I won't.
SMELLY SOCKS (I really should consider giving that a different name.)
An optimist stays up until midnight to see the new year in. A pessimist stays up to make sure the old year leaves
--
Bill Vaughn
I also love this one by the same person, so in honor of the new year,
SMELLY SOCKS...Second Edition
We hope that, when the insects take over the world, they will remember with gratitude how we took them along on all our picnics.
--
Bill Vaughn

Two weeks since I last posted

Two whole weeks, huh? Suddenly, that doesn't seem like two much time. Anywho, getting to the point, I have been told that I ramble too much. Ramble too much. Can you believe it? It's almost like...I don't know, telling a monster that he isn't scary! What I mean is that I most definetely do NOT ramble. I do not ramble. I do not ramble. I DO NOT RAMBLE!
5 minutes later...
I just read that and learned the horrific truth. I DO ramble. OK, I'm sorry, blah, blah, blah, you know the formalities. Okay, so coming to my actual reson for posting. Accents.
I love the british accent. It's so formal, even when it's casual. I do not mean to offend any Brits (is that the right word?) by saying that, though. My accent, on the other hand, is a mix of what I think are weird and cool at te same thing.
So is a post this long considered a proper post?
SMELLY SOCKS
If  you have an open mind is there a chance your brain might fall out?

Well...mostly this and that

Okay, so I haven't posted for a long time, what with my exams and all. So what? I'm here now, and as endless numbers of people have told me, The past is history, the future is a mystery, but today is a gift. That's why it's called the present. That last part is actually quite funny if you think about it. But seriously. I love how you can use all those boring-quotations-that-your-grandmother-lectures-you-about as a reply to something. Which brings me... or doesn't bring me to...
Ta da!
         Dedications!

I don't get why people dedicate books to dead people. I mean, if the person isn't even gonna read it, what's the use? Anyway, if I had to dedicate my blog to someone, it would be...

I admire you, Mr. Orange! What's your first name? Do you even have one?

Currently I am writing a story about a very normal girl and her very normal life. I do not think I have read any books about actual normal people. And no, I am not being sarcastic.
I do not like being sarcastic.
At all.
SMELLY SOCKS
When someone says "You know what they say..." Who are they?

A lot of stuff, actually, as you all know I can't keep to a topic

For some reason or the other, I absolutely love the annoying orange videos. I know I should have spelt it with a capital first letters, but I DON'T CARE. I also absolutely am in love with the song Another Day in Paradise, by Phil Collins, which I just realized I have. I just found out that I have never told my blog where I live! But that's not going to happen anytime soon, so I will leave you with the assumption that I live down the lane.

Half a person? Yes.

Well, .58, to be exact.
I was reading The Phantom Tollbooth and I came across the part where Milo meets a boy who is only .58 of himself. How people think up such insane ideas beats me. But all I can say is that I am very thankful to them. After all, where would the world be without crazy people like you and me (I don't know about you, but I'm crazy)?
I watched Paranormal Activity yesterday. I don't get why people think it's scary. It's really funny, not horrifying at all. That might also have to do with the fact that I watched it with a group of six friends, and with the lights on. Ah, well. Life is crazy.
SMELLY SOCKS
An old man lived alone in Idaho. He wanted to spade his potato garden, but it was very hard work. His only son, Bubba, who used to help him, was in prison. The old man wrote a letter to his son and described his predicament.

Dear Bubba:
I am feeling pretty bad because it looks like I won't be able to plant my potato garden this year. I'm just getting too old to be digging up a garden plot. If you were here, all my troubles would be over. I know you would dig the plot for me.
Love, Dad

A few days later, he received a letter from his son.

Dear Dad:
For heaven's sake, Dad, don't dig up that garden. That's where I buried the BODIES.
Love, Bubba

At 4 a.m. the next morning, FBI agents and local Police showed up and dug up the entire area without finding any bodies. They apologized to the old man and left.
That same day, the old man received another letter from his son.

Dear Dad:
Go ahead and plant the potatoes now. It's the best I could do under the circumstances.
Love, Bubba

GAH!

Gah is such a nice word. I was re-reading the whole Mystery series and Mr.Goon keeps saying Gah!
Gah! Gah! Gah! GAH!
SMELLY SOCKS
To see is not to believe.
--
Anonymous

Imagine....A world without color

Yes, I know the title sounds cheesy, like one of those ads for a flop movie.
But seriously, can you imagine life without color? There would be no blue in bluebird, no golden in golden retriever, but worst of all, no white in white chocolate.
(I was reading the science column of the newspaper when I came across this: Q: Is white cocolate really caffeine-free? A: Yes. And it's also chocolate-free.)
Back to color. I love color! I simply cannot imagine not having color in this world. It would be like-I dont know,
Whipped cream without strawberries? Ice cream without sprinkles?
My point is, a colorless world would hardly be worth living in. So I guess we should all stop taking color for granted and start appreciating it for what it is.
SMELLY SOCKS
Why isn't phonic spelled the way it sounds?

Names, Evil, and Such

I just met someone with the name Anaisha. This post is not about her, but rather about names. Anaisha supposedly means special. Anaisha is one of the nicest names I have ever heard, the nicest being Katharina. I feel sorry for people like Heinz Doofenshmirtz. Look at his name! No wonder he's evil.
His name means God's grace. Ha! Like that's ever gonna happen. Ah, well. At least I should be thankful that I have a nice name. Anika Creek.
SMELLY SOCKS
I dreamed a thousand new paths...
I woke and walked my old one.
Chinese Proverb

Sick and Happy

I am sick and happy now. I seem to have gotten over the whole "Google Doodles" thing and I just realized that people have been visiting my blog. Pearlene told me that nobody has been commenting on her blog, so do me a favor and go comment on her blog, would you?

Somewhere over the Rainbow

Somewhere over the Rainbow is such a silly song. It's all slow and opera-like. If they're going to sing a song about rainbows, it should be nice and lively, not like the music at your great-great-great grandfather's funeral!

Metals - to be, or not to be, that is the question.

I was wondering. Science teachers always say that metals come as elements. So when you mix a few metals, making a mixture, a mixture, mind you, not a compound, is it a metal or not?
Science is so crazy. Math teachers bring up neucleii, and at the end, it turns out that they weren't talking about the neucleii in cells at all - they were talking about atoms! You may think that that makes math crazy, but no, it is the Science in the math Class that is annoying, is it not?
And what about combining two metals to form a compound? When I asked a science teacher she told me that it is not possible to combine two metals. What kind of reasoning is that? The only thing I can make out of it is that science is being as pig-headed and stubborn as possible.
So the only thing that one should take away from this is that science is CRAZY, and always will be.

Presenting.....Moi!

I Googled my name and I found hundreds of links to this blog.
YES! I am Famous!

Microblogging

Microblogging is a type of blogging where all the entries are kept short, say, 2 or 3 lines. I think most of my posts would be defined as microblogging because I can't seem to get past typing the third line! Ah, well. I couldn't even define my whole blog as a microblog because I do have a few really long posts and a few not-so-long ones.

As you might have noticed,

I gave my blog a complete makeover.
Again, please comment, and go back a few pages when you visit Over the Rainbow because I was on a blogging spree yesterday.

Hello!

My brother just got a blog, and he blogs about the most pointless things that exist!
To Pearlene: About SMELLY SOCKS - I only post one SMELLY SOCKS a day.
Au revoir!

There is a certain girl I know,

who's name rhymes with Banana.
I need to add her name to the TAPTTOR list.
For she did something unthinkable....
She called me annoying.
SMELLY SOCKS
The manner of giving is worth more than the gift.
--
Pierre Corneille
 

Haiku:Oil

Drip by drip it falls
Into the wok with the greens
They are coated well.
--
A.C.

Ta Da!

This is my 50th post. That is a big achievement for me, so please congragulate me even if you think 50 posts is way too little to be excited about.

Cake!

This is by far the nicest cake I have ever seen.

Poignant

Poignant is such a nice word. It makes you feel all lovely inside.
The only problem is, I don't know what it means. Will someone kindly tell me?

Eats, shoots and leaves

A panda walks into a café. He orders a sandwich, eats it, then draws a gun and proceeds to fire it at the other patrons.
'Why?' asks the confused, surviving waiter amidst the carnage, as the panda makes towards the exit. The panda produces a badly punctuated wildlife manual and tosses it over his shoulder.
'Well, I'm a panda,' he says, at the door. 'Look it up.'
The waiter turns to the relevant entry in the manual and, sure enough, finds an explanation. 'Panda. Large black-and-white bear-like mammal, native to China. Eats, shoots and leaves.'
I love this joke.

I could, if I wanted to.

You know, if I really wanted to get to my 100th post, all I would have to do is type posts with titles like A and the text like a. But, I won't. Because I am a responsible, mature, not-yet-adult.

COMMENT!!!

WHY won't anybody comment?
This whole blog thing is really driving me nuts.

IHateitIHateitIHateitIHateit

Sorry about that.
But just look at this!
A whole website dedicated to chat speak.
I truly do hate it.

Ah, Mothers

Ramona felt that her mother did not understand. She wanted to go to school. She wanted to go to school more than anything in the world. But she could not go back when her teacher did not like her.--Beverly Cleary, Ramona the Pest

I love this part of the book. It just makes me feel all warm inside because I know that I'm not the only one who thinks parents can be a wee bit inconsiderate sometimes.
Ah, well.

Ha Ha Ha.

I was thinking. Wouldn't it be funny if they published a book called "Chicken Soup for the Vegetarian's Soul"?
It is funny.

I hate this poem!

Eel
by Miki

               Eel

        Greasy, long

Winding, swimming, moving

      An eel is strange.

             Fish

Lunatic, this place we call Earth

Lunatic?
That's an understatement.
The world is chock full of crazy people like you and me who have WAAAAAAAAAAAY too much time on their hands.
I mean, look at this!
It may be a crazy life, but it's our life.

What's in a word?

Another one of my favorite poems.(And, no, I am not overdoing the whole poems thing, thankyouverymuch.) 

Say "bird,"
and a sparrow appears
inside you and ruffles
its feathers

Say "cardinal,"
and the bird turns red.
Suddenly it is winter.
With a lot of snow. And look!
There are sunflower seeds
in the feeder
--
Siv Cedering

Calm Pond

This is one of my most favorite poems.

 I am free to move
In summer, spring, and fall
The wind moving around me
The tiniest ripples
Moving end to end
People come to me
For their thinking place
It is calm and
I hear the slightest sound
A bird in the tallest tree
A frog swims swiftly
Through my black water
Then nestles in the soft mud
At the bottom
Tadpoles waiting for their big day

The days are getting colder
And colder each day
Now I am frozen
And I can’t move
Like I used to
Now I wait patiently
For spring to come
--
Ian Pullen

Pant....pant...pant

Yes, in case you have noticed, I am trying to catch up with Pearlene.
So there.

Sick and Grumpy

Yes, I am sick and grumpy right now.
Why? you ask.
Many reasons, right now.
But mainly because there is no special Google Doodle on my birthday! Sigh.
There is one before my birthday, on Jan 1st.
One after my birthday, Jan 3rd.
But none on my birthday, Jan 2nd.
SMELLY SOCKS
If you try to fail, and succeed, which have you done?

Another video!

This is also really cool, though it's nothing like the last one. This one is a brain teaser that doesn't occur to you at first, but when you hear the answer, it like, Why didn't I think of that?!

Virtual Barber Shop

I just found this video, which is called the "Virtual Barber Shop".
It's really cool, and using headphones really adds to the effect.

Yes!

I got a haiku blog!

Visit me at haiku-bowl.blogspot.com

Dancing-Shchmancing.(Thank You, FRAS, I think.)

P.S.(Pre Script) My followers have been telling me that I change the topic too much during my posts, and to honor that, I will try trés, trés, trés hard to not change the topic in this post, however much I want to. By the way, could someone please tell me how to insert a video into a post?

I positively despise dancing.
I suppose that does make it ironic for me to type a whole post about me feeling like dancing.
Anyway, My friends and I went swimming yesterday (which was a very thoughtless thing to do, considering I had a cold), and all I could think about was dancing-aquatherapy included.
Dancing is supposedly "healthy". But how is it healthy if you have to take the risk of breaking all your bones?
Another crazy thing about the world that I don't understand. Ah, well. I guess some things are just meant to be understood and others, just....aren't.
SMELLY SOCKS
Why is it that when you transport something by car it is called a shipment but when you transport something by ship it is called cargo?
(Yes, I know, another one of those crazy things.)

Dogs (Yes, I know it doesn't make sense!)

Have you ever wondered what it would be like to be addressed as (Your Name Here)the third?
Yes, I would like that too. It would be so nice if every time I was seen, I was bowed at. And a red carpet was rolled out wherever I had to walk.
When I am older, I am going to be rich and famous.
Until then, I'm just plain ol' Anika, no the third or fourth or fifth.
SMELLY SOCKS
Why are they called apartments when they are stuck together?

A bit late for a title, but who cares?

Hypocrite.
Hypocrite
Hyyypoooocriiiitttee.
You know when you keep on repeating a word over and over and over and over................. and over again, it starts sounding like it isn't even a word anymore? Yes, that is kind of annoying sometimes.
Yesterday I got four of my teeth pulled out. It is a very quick process, but once it's over, your whole mouth feels like it just came out of the clothes-dryer.
You know, I've always wondered why people change their names. You have to go to court and get it signed, and then you have to tell everyone you know that your name is changed. Why even go through all the trouble?
I hate lots of things. Probably so many that if I published a list of them, it would fill up a whole book.
Do I hate you? Well, that does kind of depend on who you are. For example, if you are my worstestestestestestestestestestest (Is that a word? Is worstest even a word? Ah, well.) enemy, then I probably do hate you. But if you are my bestestestestest (Do I really have to continue?) friend, then you most likely are not on the list.
SMELLY SOCKS
Saying what we think gives us a wider conversational range than saying what we know.
--
Cullen Hightower
 

Bleh.

Hot, fresh bakery made doughnuts.
I love doughnuts. Although I have to admit that they would be a lot more satisfying without the hole.
I mean, what is the point of having such a great invention if a huge piece is missing from it? You might as well take a bite out of it and then give it to me.
You know how annoying it is when someone is practically breathing down your neck while you're doing something?
Yeah, I hate that too.
Too bad.
Well, that's it, folks.
Bye!
Wait. After SMELLY SOCKS.
All life is an experiment. The more experiments you make the better.
--
Ralph Waldo Emerson
 

Fine!

Okay, so now I have to post. And what I have to post about, well that's left to me to decide. How unfair. Well, anyway, I decided to post about one of my favorite topics - vegetarianism.
Now, a lot of people who read this blog are probably not vegetarians, so those people out there who find vegetarianism detestable might not want to read this post. And people who think I talk about vegetarianism too much might want to too.
One thing that I want to get clear to everybody is that vegetarianism is not a handicap. For some wierd reason, everyone seems to think so! I even know a few vegetarians who think it's a handicap.
I also know non-vegetarians (This leaves you out, Pearlene!) who supposedly 'care about animals'. If you ask me, that's just hogwash. I remember once doing a project on 'Cruelty towards Animals'. I was presenting it to one of my friend's parents, and this is what they said.
"Animals like goats, fish and chicken are meant to be eaten. I agree, animals like tigers, lions, and monkeys should not be eaten, but these animals are meant to be eaten."
Oh, I remember how angry I felt when I heard those words, but of course, I had to smile and stand like a good girl.
I was recently convincing one of my friends to go veg, but she told me that since non-vegetarian food was cooked often in her house, she could not become vegetarian.
Now, where she lives, most meat dishes are served with a gravy. I told her that a good way to start would be to leave out the flesh and eat the gravy.
That person is now on her way to becoming a full fledged vegetarian.
I am going to become vegan in a few more years. Until then, I have to drink my milk.
I find it amusing when people give me a sickly smile and say they feel sorry for me.
Amusing, but not funny.
SMELLY SOCKS
A lady walked into a store to buy curtains.
She went up to the salesman and said, "I want those pink curtains to fit my computer screen.
The salesman mentioned, "Computers don't need curtains."
The lady said, "Hellooo! I have windows!"

Ah, posting

Yes, I know. I haven't been blogging much. I'll try to blog whenever I can, but I can't guarantee it. I realized that my creativity flows much more easily when I let it collect for a few days. And I'm not the kind of person who blogs about what they did that day. I'm just not.
And to all those followers: Thank you for following me even when I don't blog.
A few days ago I had an idea for an story. I'm not gonna tell you what it was, so I probably shouldn't go on and on about it. I might tell you once it's a little more developed. As you might have noticed, I changed my blog's background. This one makes me think of happiness and joy. Of friendship and well being. Basically, it makes me think of all the nice things in life.
Which reminds me. If any of you know an inspiring quote, can you post it as a comment? I need to write it in big letters on my wall.
If you go to my blog archive and look around, you'll find a post called M&M's. Read it. Then come back here. Go on! I'll wait.
Did you read it? What were you're reactions? Now, when I read it, it seems like I wrote it when I was 9. And it was only a few months ago! In May, I blogged a lot. I wrote really juvenille posts, but they counted. And now I can't even blog twice a week! I guess it shows how much I've grown as a person. Yes. That's it. It shows how much I've grown as a person. Well, anyway, I've run out of things to say, or rather, write.
SMELLY SOCKS
A lady was swerving all over the road and driving very badly, so she got pulled over by a cop. The cop walked up to her window and asked, "Miss, why are you driving so recklessly?"
The lady said, "I'm sorry sir, but wherever I go, there's always a tree in front of me and I can't seem to get away from it!"
The cop looked at her and said, "Lady, that's your air freshener!"

Cool!

I just found this really cool blog with recipes! It's like a cookbook!
Anyway, here's the adress.
candy-creme.blogspot.com
And it's called Marshmallow Salad. I mean, how cute is that?
SMELLY SOCKS
Isn't it a bit unnerving that doctors call what they do "practice?"

Obsolete Promises

Today I woke up and realized that I actually needed to post something to keep the promise I made last month! So here's my post-
!
Okay, that's not exactly counted. But you can't force people to write when they don't want to. Like some wise person said, "Great minds think alike!". "What?", you say,"That doesn't even make any sense!".
That, reader, is exactly why I wrote it.
And now you think I've lost my marbles. That, I have. But I couldn't find them even after 4 hours of crawling all over the floor looking for them.
I also just realized that if my middle name was something, anything that started with B, my initials would be A.B.C.! And just who can resist initials like that?
Wait. I just realized something else. And that thing is that if I don't return my books to the library today, they'll be overdue!
SMELLY SOCKS
Why was the lawyer studying the Bible right before he died?
He was looking for loopholes!

Sighhhhh...

Did you miss me?
I just went on the most amazing trip to Italy. I must say it was very fun.
Well, I don't want to make you jealous, so on to other stuff.
My poll is closed and Of course not! won.
I compeletely agree with everyone who voted.
SMELLY SOCKS
Thank you for sending me a copy of your book. I'll waste no time reading it.
--
Moses Hadas

Caviar, Bread, and stuff

Recently, I was talking about languages to a freind of mine. She said that she could accosiate most languages with a food, judjing by its characteristics. She said that she would accosiate Italian with spaghetti because they were both very easy to get used to. She also said that she would accosiate French with caviar. "Because French, like caviar, is hard to get used to, and has an acquired taste.", she said.
Today I made bread. Anyone who has made their own bread will know what I mean when I say that if you haven't made homemade bread and eaten it, you are really missing out on something.
In other matters, today I found out that Anika, my name, is another name for the Hindu Goddess Durga. Which is funny, because I know bits and pieces of tamil, which is a language originating from India, where Hinduism originated, too.
SMELLY SOCKS
Science when well digested is nothing but good sense and reason.
--
Leszczynski Stanislaus

Lorem Ipsum

Today I researched on Lorem Ipsum.
According to lipsum.com, Lorem Ipsum is simply dummy text of the printing and typesetting industry. Lorem Ipsum has been the industry's standard dummy text ever since the 1500s, when an unknown printer took a galley of type and scrambled it to make a type specimen book. It has survived not only five centuries, but also the leap into electronic typesetting, remaining essentially unchanged. It was popularised in the 1960s with the release of Letraset sheets containing Lorem Ipsum passages, and more recently with desktop publishing software like Aldus PageMaker including versions of Lorem Ipsum.
Here is a sample of it:
Lorem ipsum dolor sit amet, consectetur adipiscing elit. Fusce consectetur rutrum risus ut fermentum. Curabitur luctus felis vitae massa iaculis lobortis iaculis non justo. Aliquam faucibus, libero et lacinia laoreet, turpis mi feugiat nibh, vitae eleifend lacus mauris ac nibh. Cras placerat pharetra ipsum. Aliquam sed dolor sed felis consectetur scelerisque. Nunc odio odio, faucibus id ornare eu, sagittis id odio. Ut consequat, felis id feugiat vestibulum, elit dolor posuere urna, quis molestie magna lorem sed lorem. Donec mattis ante eget purus aliquam in sodales est mollis. Aenean ultrices turpis ut arcu sodales ut rutrum arcu aliquam. In tellus ligula, laoreet ac fringilla in, viverra sit amet mauris. Aenean convallis varius odio, ac dapibus nisl mattis sit amet. In mi erat, auctor ornare pretium scelerisque, commodo at dolor. Sed ut odio ut leo posuere hendrerit elementum ac nunc. Nunc ullamcorper congue ipsum, vel rutrum ipsum pretium a. Maecenas id nibh justo, nec tincidunt urna.
I did not get one word of it, but the translation service gave me this:
Curabitur lamentation lucky life massa a thrower lobortis a thrower not equity. Some faucibus , to set free and lacinia laoreet , unseemly mi feugiat nibh , life eleifend a hollow mauris and nibh. Tomorrow to please a quiver itself. Some but pain but lucky consectetur crime. Now to hate to hate faucibus this ornare good sagittis this to hate. When according to reason , lucky this feugiat vestibulum elit pain to lay urna , anyone annoyance magna lorem but lorem. Up to the time when mattis before eget spotless some upon fellowship is soft. Eneus avenging unseemly when bow fellowship when rutrum bow some. Upon region ligula laoreet and fringilla upon viverra he is amet mauris. Eneus to grow strong various to hate , and seneschal nisl mattis he is amet. Upon mi was , person responsible ornare price crime , to make fit but pain. But when to hate when lion to lay hendrerit first principle and now. Now ullamcorper to congeal itself , or rutrum itself price a. Maecenas this nibh equity , and not tincidunt urna.
It makes absolutely no sense.
SMELLY SOCKS
Write down the thoughts of the moment. Those that come
unsought for are commonly the most valuable.
--
Bacon

Chat Speak

Today I decided to think about chat speak.
I HATE chat speak.
I mean, why on Earth would anybody want to emit that single letter that fits between the w and the a in what?
Why?
WHY?
WHY?
Crazy, I know. But the funny thing is that whenever I tell someone that, they utterly disrespect my feelings by writing
y do u thnk so?
on a piece of paper and give it to me.
When I rule the world, I will banish chat speak for good. For the purpose of explanation, I will arrest chat speakers.
Until then,
*sigh*
I will peacefully inhabit this humble abode of mine.
SMELLY SOCKS
"To be or not to be, that is the question"
--
William Shakespeare

PiE - A poem by Anika Creek

"Crust."
"Filling."
"Topping!"
"Flour!"
"Apples."
"Bananas!"
"Lime?"
"Too sour."

"Yeast?"
"A tad."
"Oven?"
"Yeah!"
"Done yet?"
"Of course not!"
"Now?"
"You bet."

"Wait!"
"What now?"
"Too hot."
"Aw man!"
"Flip it
 and turn it
 right outta
 the pan."

"Now, I will
 taste it
 and gulp it
 all down.
 Get outta
 my kitchen.
 Quit wearing
 that frown."

"Mmmmm... Scrumptididdlyumtious!"
--
A.C.