Things That Annoy Me

    There are many things that annoy me. One of which is liars, as stated in a previous entry. (Also hypocrites and cheaters.) But it is usually the small OCD-ish things that drive me crazy. Such small things make such a big difference to me. the small things seem so easy to fix, yet so annoying. Here is a list of small OCD things that make me crazy.

• Uneven hoodie strings
• Unsharpened pencils
• When someone's jeans are rolled up just too high
• CHIPPED NAIL POLISH
•  A single smudge of un-erased color on the white board at school
• Stray hairs in the hairbrush
• And much MUCH more.

ROADTRIP!!!

   Roadtripping is not as fun as you might think. I am lucky enough to have spent a month roadtripping this past summer.
   What really happens is that you're stuck in a car with smaller siblings that have to pee all the time, you run out of activities to do, you get tired of fast-food, and you get sore from being in the car for hours on end.        
    Don't get me wrong! This past summer was the best summer of my life. I just recommend that you skip the roadtrip.

Quadriceps and more

  Do you know what's funny? You know the body that we've lived in all our lives? The one we're born with?     
 Well, I'd bet that you don't even know what half of your body parts are or what they do. (or where they are in the case of the quadriceps.)
   Here's some examples of body parts that fit this description: coccyx, glabella, vestibule, quadriceps and more.

Party for a Dollar

   One of our hobbies as a family is to have little parties. There's no guests at this party (except for us) but It's ok because its themed.
   We go to the dollar store and choose things to go with our theme. (previous themes include hearts, princesses and redneck themed parties.) These parties are more fun than you would think.
   Half the fun is going to the local Dollar Tree  and looking the assortment of cheap junk and choosing only the weirdest things (sure to never be used again.) Ok, so it doesn't sound that fun, But trust me. It is.

Ogunquit: somewhere over the rainbow

   In Maine, we visited footbridge beach, in Ogunquit, ME. This was a beach where the only entrance was a 4-ft wide footbridge.
  It was a cloudy day so we were expecting to not see many people. We were walking towards the beach on the footbridge, and a guy was walking towards the parking lot (the opposite way.) This guy had very short cut-off jean shorts and orange skin. He was short and his curly hair flopped onto his forehead in a way that looked like he had a helmet made of hair.
    He stops in front of us, looks at me, and in an Irish accent say "You have very pretty eyes if I do say so myself." I nodded awkwardly and thanked him. I cringed as he walked away. My dad laughed and we finally made it to the beach.
    When we got there, we admired the beach for a few seconds and then started walking to the left of the bridge. There was Mr.Leprechaun man, pacing as if he was a robot doing exercise. I poked my dad and his eyes widened in disbelief. How the the world had he crossed the thin bridge without us noticing? Well, he couldn't.  It was impossible.
    We were very creeped out. We tried to get away from him so we zig-zagged through the deserted beach. It seemed like no matter how far away we walked, he was always just 10 feet from us. We were sill trying to get away from him when it started raining.
   Since we were already planing on getting wet, we just decided to stay and wait a little bit before going into the water. As we waited, we were drawing in the sand. When I looked up again, there he was...taking off his shorts...and he was wearing a bright blue speedo.
   At this point, we decided to leave. Later that day, while looking at pictures taken, we noticed that he was in 75% of our pictures. (Creepy)
   Now this will probably be a story we will laugh at for years to come, but at the time, it was very scary. I will always remember that place as Somewhere Over the Rainbow.

New Books

This might sound a little weird but smelling new books is kind of  guilty pleasure of mine. 
  I love smelling the paper and feel the risen edges that follow the black ink. I like looking at the crisp pages and thinking about what adventures might be in store for me inside.
   To some people this might sound weird but for those of you that have tried it, You know what I'm talking about when I say: A story's too short to not stop and smell the pages.

Maine, land of fun and great fudge

    Over our summer 2012 journey, one of our stops was Maine. We lived in a mobile home that was parked in a lot near the beach. We stayed in Maine for a week and I enjoyed every minute of it.
    The streets were lined with shops ranging from popcorn shops to fortune tellers. From an ice cream store to a fudge shop. It was great!
   Our activities consisted of going to he beach, going to the fun-o-rama (an arcade that also had bowling), and at night we would choose a special dessert and walk along the beach.
   If you ever have an opportunity to come here, then do it. I have cleverly named this magical place: Maine, the land of fun and great fudge.