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