Friday, October 28, 2011

The Importance of Wednesday

Are you ready to meet another one of my friends? This friend of my holds an entire day of the week, dedicated to her. Her name is Fire Phoenix of the Sea, but we will just call her Unicorn.

Unicorn is older than me, in fact she is so old she is turning 19 in 8 or 9 days depending on how you are counting. I met Ms. Unicorn last year and we grew fond of each others beings. There are really no way to describe Unicorn, she is just all around fabulous. She has to be the epitome of "mind-blowing" people. I recieved a letter from her the other day, and nearly cried. Her and I spent quite a bit of time together over the summer, and we watched so super sketch movies, all involving The Beatles. I miss my unicorn friend like the back of my hand. She helped me become myslelf. I just love her. I cannot wait for her beauty and talent (did I mention she is the most talented human to walk the planet? Even more than my boy George) to return to Homaha so we can watch movies and eat Chicago 50/50 popcorn while my sister put on a fashion show for us. Unicorn and I ( along with the one I always accidentally punch in the face) have weekly Wednesday evening at 9:31 phone calls. It is always the highlight of my week, and probably always will be.

Sorry for my absence,

Nowhere Girl

Monday, October 17, 2011

Once When I was Nine...

I don't know what is wrong with the universe... Everything is going my way. I must be on karma's good side, and this is really not normal...

It started off with me getting to sleep in until 5:47 in the morning, and getting a highly pleasent wake up call from my madre. I was just hyper and happy all day. 102% on my Church History (highest I have ever gotten on a test since the 1st grade) Even my impossible bio test couldn't get me down. And you'll never guess what happened in play practice.... Tbecks actually told the whole cast to watch out during our chase scene( the one where I fall and hurt myself) and make sure there is plenty of room for us ( meaning the runners... But we all know he was secretly implying me, and I am perfectly ok with this) wouldn't get hurt. This made my day by far. I feel so much safer knowing everyone else has instructions to watch out for my clumsiness. But nothing matches the power a twin-ship......(dramatice pause)


So my twin (Walshinator; mentioned a few posts ago) and I share a guilty pleasure (guilty of awesomeness) for the movie "Drake and Josh Go Hollywood". So, Saturday night I was watched said movie and was texting her funny quotes. For example:

"You communist! You ain't no Wayne Newton!"
Or
"HERB! HAND ME MY OINTMENT!"
Or even better
"Everything in this car is very important to me!"
"Like this dead bird?"
"Awh! Tweeter died!"

But nothing compares to this. Nothing on the planet. If you ever want to make me laugh for 25 minutes straight, or paralyze me for any reason (it better be good), just recite this quote to me ( Although it will be hard to beat the way my Twinsie says it, we make a good team)

Are you ready for this quote? Brace your self for totally epic amazingness....


"My Greatest Adventure: Once, when I was nine, I climbed a tall tree, and to my excitement I happened upon a birds nest on one of the tall branches!"

Goodnight Everybody! ( said as if I were on SNL)


Nowhere Girl

Sunday, October 16, 2011

What in the World has Happened to My Face??!?

Over the past couple of weeks, I have noticed my face having horrible break outs. You may think, "Well you are 15? Isn't that normal?", and no. It's not. I have one of the miraculous faces that never breaks out, so when I suddenly the most painful acne of my life just decides to show up... Me=P.O.Ed. Because I am a teenage girl, I started doing routine facial washes, putting on that expensive medicine my mommy bought me, and more. Normally I probably wouldn't care so much, but I do have a life and I do see boys everyday and looking like a pizza isn't on my top charts.

Then...all my questions were answered.

Stress causes breakouts. AHA! So me stressing out about my zit issue only created a bigger zit issue. I literally broke down and cried in advisory this week (go ahead, chuckle to yourself) This whole going to high school thing is harder than it looks. Thanks, Mr. Sweater, teachers, parents, and lack of sleep for bathing my face in stress filled oils. I am hoping I eliviated some of my stress by finding out where some of my other stress was coming from.

I am going to go wash my face now.

Take a chill pill,

Nowhere Girl

God, Please Don't Let Me Fall?

The only way I can keep myself from being utterly embarrassed is by making fun of myself. When I make a klumsy mistake, I will usually tell the world and have them laugh with me. I recently had one of these experiences.

We do this chase scene in a production that I am currently involved. I fell. I missed a whole stair case trying to catch the pig. (given it was only a few stairs, but still) I was in pain, but at the same time I was laughing so hard I couldn't stand up. Afterwards I told everyone just so Mr. Lurvy wouldn't tell them first and it turned into a highly embarrassing situation. Now you all can laugh, because it probably was (no, it was) really comical, and for the time being I can laugh too. I can laugh every time I fall until opening day.

Truth be told, I am so afraid of falling. I have repetitive nightmares about it. Not falling in general, but falling on that stupid platform which is higher than it appears. They always say bad things have the best timing. I am going to beat this a trip Lurvy. ( I really won't, but you can't blame a girl for dreaming) I have just a good of chance not falling, as I do...gulp...falling. At least I don't have to do overly complicated dances in high heels this time.

Come see me NOT fall the first week end of November!

See you then or else,

Nowhere Girl

Saturday, October 15, 2011

Caves, Bats, and Zombies

Sometimes, my mother splurges on fun things. Today, was a splurge.

We went to my zoo. Yes, I own the zoo. It is mine. The zoo is the place where I become a bad ass explorer. It is my favorite place in Homaha. It is the place where I can let go of stress and be a giddy kid again. (Side Note: I plan on having a really fun date at the zoo one day. I plan it all the time) So, the zoo. When we got there we bought a membership, and found out we get unlimited IMAX movies until April, so nautally we saw "Amazing Caves". I can tell you all right now, I will never climb into an uncharted cave to collect micro organisms. No punchunkan way. Nor will I swim into an underwater uncharted cave with no none exist with limited air supply. Not that I don't respect these people, but repelling down into an ice cave in Greenland is going way way to far, not to mention kayaking off of water falls. You all should go see this.

So after the movie, we did some exploring. (Side note: I plan on having a really fun date at at the zoo someday. I plan it every time I go) I enjoyed some monkeys, and some funky looking snakes, and bats. I was attacked by bats. We were in the Lied Jungle when out of nowhere these bats just start charging me. I don't fear bats, just things charging at me. AHHH. They were just charging at me in several directions. I was panicking. I am sure my flying arms and screeches were highly entertaining to the on lookers. I try to act like a fearless wench, but I'm not. I am a fearful child. I took off running, ran into the hippos. Hungry hippos or crazy bats? Hippos.

So when the zoo was getting ready to close, we tool advantage of the unlimited free IMAX movies yet again. We saw "Tordado Alley". Telling me about wind patterns in the area in which I reside is highly boring. At least it was free... Wind. Yay.

So we came home and my brOseph got invited to go to a haunted house. Since I can't even handle 50000 bats, I am not going to be able to handle a haunted house. Lucky us, brOseph got invited to go to the zombie walk in Benson. A zombie walk is where a bunch of amazing freaks dress up and some scary looking dead people and walk around. It was beautiful. Freaks, much like myself, are beautiful. I highly suggest all my fellow freaks go on a zombie walk. It is a hoot and a holler. And there are funnel cake brains.

With love,

Nowhere Girl


P.S. Hey! Mr. Sweater, How's the zoo sound?

Missin' My Cows.

I am missing my lovely cows a great deal this morning. This summer, I had the opportunity of a lifetime. I traveled up to Poughkeepsie NY and got to experience working on a farm. Sprout Creek Farm, to be exact. I went with three other DASH girls, and several other Sacred Heart school girls around the country.

While on the farm, I learned to milk goats, harvest plants, make cheese, clean goat pens, collect chicken eggs, feed animals, ect. Nothing captured my heart quit as much as my moo-ing friends. Oh! how I love them. I would go and lay with them in my free time, and always tried to get a chore that involved me being with a cow. I love cows. I love them so much, I am planning on going back to NY in February to help birth goats.... You read correctly. I am going to stick my hand up a goats behind and pull out a mutant goat baby just to see my cows again. By the way, Sprout Creek farm is a dairy farm, so none of the cows are slaughtered for food, we just use their milk to make cheese and ice cream.

One of the coolest things ever. Five babies cows were born while I was there. Peaches, Eleanor, Sybill, and Alice, and Ringo. Guess which one I helped name :)

Love me some moo moos.

Until the cows come home,

Nowhere Girl

Friday, October 14, 2011

The Art of Friendship

Here's my plane. Every so often I will introduce you to some of my best friends! I'll do two or three at a time.

ROUND UNO

Meet my twin sister (aka Walshinator if that gives you any clue to her identity)
My lovely twin. Oh how I love her. Just yesterday we spent hours on FaceTime discussing everything and anything. I know that she has got my back. She has a beautiful soul. When we are together I am fairly certain we could run a comedy club. The bond we have is what I imagine it would be like if I had a twin sister. I love her very very much.


Next up....Zsquared. Now if you looked up 'Best Friend' in the dictionary his name would be there. This young man has put up with my dramatics, has put up with my whining, and as stuck with me through everything. I am really not sure how our friendship got started, but I have no idea what I would do without him. You always make sure I know it's ok to be me, and I couldn't thank you enough for it! Love ya, buddy.


Last, but certainly no least, my new best friend. Rouw your boat. We are the definition of fast friends. She transferred from another high school, and she is probably the most popular person in our grade. Oh boy do I love her. She's that friend you already know is in it for good, but you can't wait to get to know better. I LOVE YOU <3 I never suspected we would be friends, but I am so so so so happy we are.


My friends are by back bone. Love knows no boundaries.

Until we meet again, (Its not like I am going anywhere)

Nowhere Girl

How I Lost Feeling in My Right Arm: Tale of a Love Sick School Girl

Now, I will admit this is the lamest first blog post in the history of the Webisphere, but it is a story you may or may not find utterly entertaining. There are sadly no other characters in my tale besides my right arm and myself, but you'll get a glimpse into the complex world of my silly school girl brain....

I have officially lost my marbles, brain, sanity, common sense, feeling on the right side of my body. I am not sure how this happened, but it did and I am a goner.

I have recently developed a liking for a certain boy for whom we shall call V-neck sweater. I am by no means proud of this fondness, but I cannot deny its presence. It was in the developing stage until today, when I woke up from a dream at around 4:27 this morning. The dream itself wasn't very entertaining, but I woke up with an infatuation. V-neck sweater is all I could think about, talk about. It is bad. I went for about 47 minutes without thinking of Mr. Sweater, but then out of nowhere, my brain went quite fuzzy. My stomach dropped below my pelvis and the right side of my body went numb. That's right, numb. He was what was on the brain. After an unknown amount time passed, I realized I had missed about 7 questions on a video study guide. Well, I am scewed. I am a love sick school girl. I have never felt so odd before, and I do not approve of the feeling. I have regained some feeling, but my stomach is no longer in my body.

After googling many options, I have discovered there is no cure for my condition. I am, once again,screwed.

Well this turned out to be more boring than I had expected. If any of you have any questions on what it is like to have your sensible brain turned to mush, I'd be more than happy to oblige.

Until next time,

Nowhere Girl

P.S. My apologies for any grammatical or spelling errors. I am simply to lazy to proof read.