Fun Tunes Tuesday Reboot

Happy Sunday! As I am sure none of you noticed, I have taken down a majority of the posts in my Fun Tunes Tuesday series. Don't fret, I haven't deleted the posts completely, just reverted them to drafts. My reason for doing this is because I feel like my ukulele skills have improved tremendously since then, and seeing those videos on my blog just makes me unhappy. I've kept up all of my non-musical vlogs, and I think one or two songs have survived the cut. Sorry if you're disappointed with me, but this is something I've wanted to do for awhile now. I hope I can upload some new songs in the near future, and I can restart the Fun Tunes Tuesday series. My camera is still broken, though, so I have no idea how soon I'll be able to upload a video.

If you go through my "vlog" tag I think you can find my remaining vlogs/music videos. 

No promises if all the videos will work, though, because not all of them are uploaded to youtube, and the blogspot video player is shotty at best. 

I Suck At Texting

A couple nights ago around 10:30 I was sitting in my bed relaxing after a long day, and emailing one of my friends. After a few minutes my phone started buzzing, creating a racket by vibrating my nightstand and lighting up red, altering me of the incoming message. I wearily picked up my phone and opened it up, ready to send a brusque message to the whoever bothered me. But once I saw who it was from, I nearly dropped my phone. The message was from a boy who I had had a crush on in middle school, but I had not been talking to him as much recently. I was a little disconcerted, and what made me even more confused was that it was a picture message.

I closed my eyes tight and clicked the 'okay' button so I could read the text. In little black letters across my screen were the words "Where does the probe come out?".

Where Does The Probe Come Out?

This is what I get for having a cell phone with texting enabled. I had absolutely no idea why my former crush was sending me text messages about probing, and I sat there with my mouth gaping open. My eyes popped out of my head and I threw my phone down on my bed. I was utterly and totally confused. Then I saw that the picture was of our Biology lab about frog anatomy, and the probe was sticking out of one of the frog's body parts. Nervously, I sent him a text message telling him that no, I do not know where the probe comes out, and I am sorry that I couldn't be of assistance. After that I just sat in my bed for a minute, trying to pretend like that didn't traumatize me. I suppose at this point it'd be helpful to clue you all in on the fact that I am utterly afraid that if there is ever an alien apocalypse an anal probe will be used on me. Sorry if that was TMI, but I feel like it  is an important part of this story.

Soon afterwords I turned off my phone and went to bed. I am still working to forget about that night, but so far that hasn't really been able to happen. I need closure on this, but I have no idea what to do. Any advice?

Science Is For Nerds

Today in my Healthy Living class we talked about sexting. After the lecture was over, I thought to myself,

"Why sext when you can make sexual jokes about science?"

Pure Gold. Feel free to use this one anytime (You're welcome).

As I half heartedly completed my Biology Final Review packet tonight, a flood of pick up lines came up in my head. It's gotten to the point that I feel I should be a little bit concerned, but in all honesty, I feel like there isn't that big of a need to be worried (unrelated side note: I typed that whole sentence without spelling errors and my face pressed into my pillow. I have accomplished something great here). 

Also, as I was flipping through my Bio textbook today, I realized that there are a lot of random pictures scattered throughout the pages. You know how in textbooks they try to make the topic relatable to the real world, and they have pictures celebrating cultural diversity with captions like, "Alfonse, Maria, DeShaun, and Tammy look on with interest as the scientist explains how to successfully transfer genetic information". Or something like that. Anyway, one caught my eye while I was in class today, and I literally could not stop laughing for about five minutes. On the bottom of page 214, there is a picture of a small, wrinkled old lady who is smiling and holding a single ear of corn. What makes it even better is that there is a paparazzi in the background, and they're all fighting to get her picture. It is literally the most bizarre thing I've ever seen. I'll try to upload a picture of it on here tomorrow, because it is just too good not to share, quite frankly.

That's all for now, homies. I think I'm going to go to bed soon because I have to start studying for finals tomorrow (UGH). Nighty night. 

Edit: I revisited this post this afternoon and for the first time realized how totally ridiculous it is. 

For The Love of Hannah

Fun Fact: As of today I have only had one friend who has the same name as me. You'd think with a name like Hannah, I'd have five or six friends with my name. And while it's true that there are hoards of Hannah's walking the halls at my school (alliteration intended), I have yet to befriend any of them. The only other Hannah I've ever been friends with was a pen pal of mine from a couple of summers ago. She lived a few hours away out in the countryside, and I only ever met her in person once. The reason we became pen pals was because I was already a pen pal with my aunt, who lived in the same town as Hannah. Since we're about the same age, my aunt gave me her address and we began writing to one another. We haven't really corresponded much lately, because we're so busy, but as of right now she is the only Hannah who's ever been my friend.

I don't know why I am so opposed to being friends with other Hannah's, and I think part of the problem is I was so unaware of this for so long. The only reason it was brought to my attention was because I was in the infamous Foods class (come to think of it, most of my problems have started in that class). A couple of weeks ago we were put into new groups, and my teacher thought it would be hilarious to put the three girls in the class with the same name in one group. While working with the other Hannah's, I realized I was not friends with either of them, nor any of the other Hannah's in the school. It is absolute chaos trying to get anything done in a group with people who all have the same name. Whenever any of us try to address the other, the other Hannah will turn around as well. The funny thing is there was actually a fourth Hannah in my class, but she stopped showing up, so only us three remain. I don't really know the other Hannh's in my group really well, so things get pretty awkward whenever we try to talk to each other, at least from my perspective. Our conversations never really stray from school and movies.

My problems don't stop there, though. I also have a Hannah in my math class. Whenever me and the other Hannah both raise our hands to ask a question, my teacher, being the jerk wad that he is, will say,

"Yes, Hannah?"

This prompts us to make a decision of who is going to ask their question first, while my teacher looks on with a devious grin plastered across his face (I could complain more about him, but I'll stop here. Honestly, though, there is a lot to be said about a man who forces me to calculate the surface area of grain silos). Pretty much every time my teacher pulls this stunt it ends in an uncomfortable silence.

Case in point, I hate having a common name, and the only thing I hate more than that is being friends with someone named Hannah, too.

P.S.-I was very nearly named Mary Catherine, and I really question why my parents didn't go with that name. Honestly, there are so many good nick name opportunities there, whereas Hannah only has "Hannah Banana". I was called Hannah Banana so much as a small child I actually believed my middle name was Banana for a year or two, much to the distress of my mother.

If you could change my name, what name would you give me?

We Need Music

As of right now I've decided this blog needs more music on it. Not my music, per se, but just more music in general. That's why right now I'm going to post some of my favorite songs from the past few months:

The Vaccines: Norgaard

The Killers: Human (Armin Van Buuren Club Remix)

Alex Day: Lady Godiva

Guster: Satellite

I have absolutely no idea if posting these songs counts as copy right infringement of some kind, but I don't really see why it would be, since I am not taking credit for these songs, and they were on youtube in the first place. Anyway, I listened to all of these today, and I like them all quite a bit. I don't know which is my favorite. Which do you like the best? 

JOSALYN IS MY FRIEND AND SHE THROWS GOOD PARTIES

This post is way overdue, but there have been considerable road blocks stopping me from writing about Josalyn's birthday party. They include, but are not limited to: me asking for pictures of the party and no one giving them to me, me waiting for people to give me pictures, and my forgetfulness.

Roadblocks aside, I'm going to write about it now. Let's get one thing straight first: Any party Josalyn throws is guaranteed to be a smash. She is one cool cat, and I love chilling with her. In honor of her 15th birthday a couple of weeks ago, Josalyn rounded up me and a bunch of our other friends, and we partied hard.

The party started around one o clock in the afternoon. When I arrived Josalyn and my other friend Matt were blowing up balloons (Matt, since I mentioned your name you can have a post tag now). Josh, another friend, was fiddling with the radio trying to find the most obnoxious radio station to tune it to. He decided upon the Opera station. I was hoping for cool jazz. Anyhow, more of our friends started showing up, and once all the balloons were blown up, the party began.

For approximately an hour we hung out in Josalyn's living room, chatting, eating the snacks provided, and throwing balloons at each other. The balloon battle was fierce, and many balloons were popped in the process. I feel like it's not really a party unless there's been a latex sacrifice. After we killed off most of the balloons, we went out to Josalyn's backyard and whacked the piñata. You read that right: WHACKED THE  PIÑATA. Did I mention I don't really think it's a party unless there's a piñata?

The piñata was huge, and I am guessing it was pretty authentic, because it was heavy and made out of like 12 layers of newspaper. It was a giant green bull, and it wouldn't break apart for nothing. Part of the problem may have been that we were using a whiffle bat, and that the bat bent after being hit against the piñata too much. We eventually had to switch to a baseball bat. The baseball bat is what did it in, in the end, after much persuasion (persuasion, in this case, is the piñata being whacked repeatedly on the neck). After the piñata finally broke, we reaped the spoils by all jumping onto the candy as fast as possible. I took all the BlowPops.

I had someone take a picture of me with the piñata carcass that I wanted to post, but alas, I do not know what happened to this picture. After the piñata fiasco, we went back inside and Josalyn opened her gifts, and it was all good fun, really. Unfortunately, three o clock came too soon, and I had to leave. I bought some time though by not flagging my mom down when she was driving, lost, through the neighborhood.

Josalyn, I am so sorry it took me so long to write this post. You're such a great friend and I'm sorry if you felt like I was putting you off, which I promise I was not trying to do intentionally. I hope you liked this summary of your birthday party <> <>

A Failed Adventure in Vlogging

Remember when I blogged briefly about those people my friends and I met on Omegle? Welp, I wrote a song on Saturday about all of the strange and exciting feelings that come along with actually meeting someone cool on the internet.

DISCLAIMER: I am not a good singer, and this is really off key and terrible, but Lizzie really wants me to upload it, so upload it I shall. Also, you guys finally get to hear what I sound like! (For those of you who don't know me in real life). I am curious if it meets your expectations!

Also, the video quality is crap, but I had to use my semi-broken camera for the job, because I don't know if the library is still loaning out cameras this late in the school year...

I just rewatched the video, and HOLY CRAP THERE IS A LOT OF GREEN IN MY ROOM. Green shirt on me, green wall behind me, green bedspread next to me. Just... geez. I need to get control of myself, and green isn't even my favorite color! :o

Note to the people I wrote this about: Is this creepy? I don't know, because quite frankly if someone I hardly knew wrote a song about me, I would be flattered. But then again, I am a questionable individual. 

Another thing! As I mentioned, I wrote this song rather than doing my homework, and guess what?! I recorded it instead of doing homework too! Gosh, you guys should be grateful I am such a dedicated b/vlogger. Yeesh. 

Lyrics:

-I made fun of the decor in your house because I didn't think you could hear my voice at all.

-Chatting with a web cam is something really new to me.

-Subtleties and inquiries about everything that's happening in my life.

-How is it possible I have so much in common with you?

(Chorus)

-I don't even know your names

-But now I just can't move on.

-You didn't try to show me your dick and that's a quality that sticks

-whenever I'm looking for a friend

Whoa, Man!

This is something that few of you probably know about. Whenever someone comments on  my blog, I get friendly little email notifications. I'm assuming that none of you knew this because there was never really any reason to bring it up... UNTIL NOW.

Basically what happened was I got on my email this morning and I had an email that someone commented on my blog. Usually this wouldn't be too big of a deal, but when I went to see the comment live on my blog, it wasn't there. Either there was a glitch, or the commenter deleted what they wrote.

Since this is the first comment I've gotten on my blog from someone I don't know, I really wanted to post about gosh darn it! (If you're the commenter who wrote this comment I'm about to post a screenshot of and don't want me discussing it on here after you possibly deleted it, just tell me and I can delete this post!)

I hope it's readable! I sort of wanted to address this whole 'hating math' thing. While it is a true fact that I absolutely hate math, I think it's important to realize that a lot of what I write about on here is joking. I am just being a goofball, so to speak. So even though I do hate math, I don't want people to think I'm being serious about this. Despite this I am glad this commenter tried to be helpful and give me advice! If they did delete their comment, I wish they hadn't, because I wholeheartedly feel like some sort of prize should be in order for the first commenter I don't know. Oh well! I guess that prize is still up for the taking, then...?

You Guys Should Give Me Stuff!

Remember my cork board? Most unfortunately, it has become extremely cluttered over the past couple of months. I've been planning on cleaning it up for awhile now, but it's hard to commit to it. Especially because I don't want to have to decide what stays and what goes. As I tore through the many layers of memories on my cork board last night, I found stuff that dates all the way back to 2006. Most of the stuff from elementary school had to go. Actually, most of the stuff had to go, to make room for art that my friend Josalyn has given me. There is also some art of my own, and pictures of my family, etc. 

Geez, you guys need to step it up. As it stands right now, my cork board is about 50% Josalyn and Lizzie. I think it would be lots of fun if you, all of my blog readers, made me nice things that I could hang on my board! Yes, this is me being greedy, but as the author of this blog I don't care about being greedy on here. I just realized it might be awkward if no one makes me anything... so you can be the game changer! Hand me stuff in real life, or you can always email me at: infinitelypiblog@yahoo.com 

I just made this email this morning, and it is specifically for my blog. Send anything you want here :D 

He's Watching.

Today I was going to use this picture as my blog background, and have it on tile so a bunch of Lil' Cal puppet faces would be staring you down as you read.

Luckily, I'm not that mean. You're welcome. lolwhoops did I forget to tell you I am that mean? 

Don't worry, I have an actual blog post in the works that should be up sometime later today. 

Edit: I just realized that the last time I showered was Sunday. I'm already dressed for school... so it seems a shower won't be happening today. I don't know why I'm telling you all this. My best guess is that I'm trying to justify my grossness at this point. Eh.