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"So won't you kill me? So I die happy?"

- Dashboard Confessional, "Hands Down"

Look there. Made it through a week. *Throws confetti* Ahh. [/sarcastic tone {for now}]

Right... might as well get right down to it then. What I learned today... because I am apparently the only one learning anything around here anymore (kidding): If you say almost anything in a confident and convincing enough tone, they'll believe you. It's great.

I. The Mailmen

ONCE UPON A TIME, AHH, there was a mailman. His name was Joseph the mailman. But his friends called him "Sparkly-boo," since he had such a gosh-darn sparkly personality. Or something. Anyway, Sparkly-boo had a BFF who was also a mailman, James. Each Saturday night, Sparkly-boo and James would paint each other's toenails prettyful, sparkly, shiny, stunningly vivid colors. One night, Sparkly-boo was waiting for James to come over. The popcorn steamy, the pillows fluffed, and the music ready to be turned on, Sparkly-boo waited in a lonely silence.

Because Sparkly-boo was getting just a bit anxious, he began talking to his cat, Pumpkin the Cat.

"Pumpkin the Cat, do you think that James will be here soon?" Sparkly-boo asked the cat, who really must have thought that her owner was completely senile by now. "Usually he is here right at 8:45... but now it is nearly quarter-past nine, and he is nowhere to be seen! Why do you suppose this is, Pumpkin the Cat?"

Needless to say, the cat did not respond. Perplexed, Sparkly-boo walked towards the darkened window, hoping to see James' absolutely adorable little Mini Cooper sitting in the driveway. However, no car was in sight, except the white van that belonged to the really sketch neighbor across the street.

After an hour of really pitiful silence, James was still not at Sparkly-boo's house.

[The End. {Just once, I'd love it to go down like that. A stupid thing that's almost kinda like a plot that just abruptly ends wherever. (Developed characters and deep subplots. Psh. Who needs those?)}]

II. I was planning on a second part, but then I kinda gave up a little

Okay, maybe a lot. Uh... *looks around* I'm getting a retainer next Tuesday. It's going to be sparkly and purple. That's made your day so much better, right. Yeah. Uh... the "Devil's Toenail" is a fossil. Its in the phylum mollusca; order, pterioida; genus, gryphaea.

*Realizes this is never going to go anywhere and I should have probably planned this out a little bit better than I did*

... I'm gonna go now.

With all due respect,

House

xoxoxoxo

6LCF

Thumper Thursday

Hi again! It's me, Lynda. I have named the day after my bestest/favoritest Disney character!!! Thumper! That awesome thumpin' rabbit from BAMBI!!! (Though I never did like Bambi. Dang how stupid can ya get? The forest's on fire, run away!) OK, so that was a bit random wasn't it? I was just trying to find a word that alliterated with Thursday. It worked!!! Now to the school related crap that I'm just dyin' to get to (No, I'm not country). 1. Gym. I have never ever ever ever ever seen such an old lady trying to teach gym, and wears....*dun dun dun dunnnn* miniskirts!!! Oops. I'm being mean aren't I? Ah well. we'll let that one slide right? 2. English class. In that particular class, I get to do something amazing called "recitation of your sonnet"!! YES!! I wrote a sonnet, and I, the cowardly stage frighted person shall be acting out that sonnet very professionally. Any shaking, forgetting of lines, jitters, buckets of sweat, and nervous giggling, are purely the imagination of the audience. :P Anyways, ummm. Once again, I have nothing, absolutely NOTHING to discuss.
Today's Children's day in Korea! Isn't that AWESOME??? Yesterday, on that lovely CCTV4 that us Chinese people receive in America, I saw this amazingly fun thing in the town square/city park area! They were getting their face painted! Although we all love this wonderful activity of face painting, there are these things called safety guidelines that you need for your benefit. The top ten safety guidlines ARE! 1. Just cuz it says "non-toxic" does not mean it's safe for the skin. It merely means that if you accidentally swallow it, you'll just be in pain, and NOT dead. Keep acrylic paints, watercolor markers or pencils away from that gorgeous face alright?
2.I know that there's a girly-girl inside of you that is just dying for lots of glitter on your face, but NO! The only safe glitters for face painting are made of polyester, and should be .008 microns in size or smaller, that's what the FDA says!
3. Cleanliness. Clean that brush and those sponges! You don't want a dirty brush on your face! (Or anyone else! Don't pick face painting as a way of revenge, ya don't wanna get sued.)
4. If you think you're allergic to nothing, you could possibly be wrong, so check to see if the ingredients have something in it that's a possibility! If you're one of those people who are allergic to everything, umm, seriously, check that label!!!
5. Wash your hands. You don't want your dirty germs getting on your face do you?? Then don't do it to others!(Same note on the no-revenge policy) After you go to the bathroom, your hands are dirty wash 'em before you face paint yourself, or others, assuming you wipe of course. If you don't, then just keep your hands well away from the butt, and you should be fine...
6. Dudes and dudettes with hair. Lice is something you've heard about, oui? Oui. If you hold someones' head in place to paint, umm, you might wanna check to see if they have lice before you touch that head. No offense to the people who pride themselves on being clean, I'm just saying, lice is BAD. >:(
7-10 are for business people(one of them), and kinda common sense. Such as, get a lisence before you go painting someone's face! Also, make sure you have their parent's permission, if they're under 18. You do not want an angry parent yelling at you, especially not mine(they be angry when they're angry!) Also, eat before you set yourself to the task. Ya might get hungry.
OK then, hope you'll be safe now, face painting. This has been a safety and health lecture from Dr. Lynda! ;) Didja know? Korea's Children's Day may be today, but the International one is on June 1st! Another day to milk your parents for presents! :D
Luv, Lynda

What a wonderful Wednesday!

Hello, lovely reader! How are you on this day? *Listens to response and continues on in pointless yet interesting conversation* Today, I, Carrie, will be posting. Aren't you excited? Yeah, I bet... darn, I had a good entry all planned out and now I forgot it. Sort of. Maybe I'll just ramble on about myself and add some other stuff that hopefully interests you. Please continue on, dear reader.
And now, I begin to ramble....
Have you ever noticed how much more observant you become with the changes of seasons? Especially spring. For me, anyway. It's probably normal, but I think most people don't realize it.
Oh, why can I not think of anything to write? See, I'm not like the other curly fries. I can make conversation and discussion, but I can never put my thoughts into writing that's actually interesting... and not completely in first person. Unless, of course, I'm writing. Then that's an entirely different story (: I absolutely love free-writing. It's just a nice way to get emotions out on paper. Also, you can choose if people can read it or not. I find it a way to relax and just stay chill about some situations.
On to my next random and hopefully interesting fact about myself:
Yes, I am one of those people that believes that Music = The Universe. I listen to everything from Owl City and Cute is What We Aim For to Mayday Parade and Devil Wears Prada. If you ever need a song for anything, just ask me.
Let's see, what else do I have to say...?
I'll be honest— most of my life right now is pretty ok. I hope it's the same for you, my fabulous reader. But if it's not, then I have some advice. Go do something crazy that makes you feel happy (like, wear amazing, mix-matched socks... or listen to a super crazy happy song that makes you laugh) And, of course, DFTBA! [Don't Forget To Be Awesome] You are awesome... even though I don't really know you. I bet you are an amazing person in as many ways as you can imagine.
Well then, that's all I have for today. Come read my rambling next Wednesday. Maybe I'll have some more (actually interesting) topics.

Sincerely yours,
Carrie

First Tuesday Post! Aren't You Excited?

Hello there, reader dearest! Welcome to the Tuesday Tower! I see you've next-blogged (or used some other means of web-transportation) your way here to Six Little Curly Fries. My place, the Tower, only ever comes on Tuesdays (hence the name), so you're in for a nice treat. Food is over on that table to the left, and drinks are on the right; help yourself. Once you're situated food-wise, why not sit on those squishy chairs over by the decorative urn? Don't mind the giant fluffy sheep. His name is Archie, and he doesn't bite; I promise.
So, now that you're comfortable, I'll begin some introductions. I'm xiy, one of the Six Little Curly Fries, though I'm the only one that has a tower as of now. My name is pronounced ecks-eye-why (you just say the letters), though I won't get mad if you pronounce it "szee." That's all right (my real name is equally hard to pronounce in English as well, in case you're wondering). That's really all you need to know (no, I'm not some crazy kidnapper luring innocent web-travelers into my diabolical tower— wherever did you get that idea from?).
I thought that you might want to know a bit about the history/background information of Tuesday (the people who don't, skip this paragraph, please). Tuesday is named after everybody's favorite one-handed Norse god of war (and law), Tyr (or Tiw in Old English). On the first Tuesday after the first Monday of November every four years, federal elections are held in the United States. Shrove Tuesday, aka Mardi Gras, is the Tuesday right before Lent in the Western Christian calendar. Super Tuesday is the day many US states hold their presidential primary elections. Also, if you search "tuesday" on Google, about 316,000,000 hits come up (the first of which is Wikipedia, where I got all my Tuesday history stuff from).
(To the people who skipped that last paragraph: you really missed a lot by skipping that paragraph. Who knows, maybe one day you'll need that information! I'd go back and read it again, if I were you...)
By the way (this is totally unrelated to Tuesday), I am a huge fan of the webcomic xkcd. It's a really nerdy comic most of the time, and even I don't get some of the really mathematical ones. It updates every Monday, Wednesday, and Friday. This Monday's is particularly funny (http://xkcd.com/735/<-It won't link; sorry). House is a pretty big fan of the comic, too, and she's actually on an update day, so I'll leave it to her if she wants to do it. I'll post some that I think are really funny, though.
Have you fallen asleep with boredom (or fainted from an overdose of purple) yet? Because, as much as I regret this, my time is up. The Tuesday Tower has to depart (I know you're all so very sad to see me go). I'll be back next week with more crazy stuff for you guys.
See you next week!
-xiy

Momo Monday!

It's finally here! The day you have all been waiting your entire lives to wait for!!! Welcome to Momo Monday!! And May! I can't believe no one even mentioned this lovely new month of May! But it is finally here and we all know that after May comes June and for us, that means the end of the school year. We have been suffering through school, and once June comes around we'll be free for the summer!
Anyway, on to more important topics, like how House has a family. That's right; she's been keeping it from us all this time. She has a husband* and a son (that I adopted from Mexico for her), named El Won Carlos (and yes, "Won" is supposed to be "Won," not "Juan"). EWC has a son/daughter who we named Taco. Not only this, but House also has a biological daughter named Taylor, a dinosaur named Kitty, and a fish named Alex! She just wanted to make sure that I mentioned this in the blog, it's very important that she knows that we all accept her. [Yeah, no....]
Alrighty then, I don't have tons to say today (like Virgil— hers was actually legit information!), but I would like to mention a few things. First of all, it is illegal to get married under the age of 18 without parental consent. This means, House [teehee], that unless my parents legally allow me to get married, I won't. Second of all, the only way I would get married to someone I don't even like is if I was in some way forced to or if I was pregnant. Well, I guess you caught me there; I am pregnant with L's baby! Hahaha. No, I'm not. Really, I swear. Next topic. The Curly Fries may be getting a new member. Although our clique is strictly exclusive, a classmate of ours requested that she be an honorary Sunday writer. I personally would not like having a seventh Curly Fry, but an honorary guest would be okay. Write in the comments what you think, then maybe we can take a vote.
Another new topic. Sorry for my sudden leaps of topics; I didn't do any planning and this is coming mostly off the top of my head. The Curly Fries (as a group of friends) have been an official clique of our school for the past two years. In those two years, we have set some wonderful traditions together (flashlight tag, after-band parties, a new tradition, which is NaNoWriMo, and more). One of our favorites is flashlight tag. Flashlight tag is a combination of freeze tag and hide-and-go-seek, but it's in the dark! :O One person is 'it' and everyone hides (this is best done if one is wearing black), after the allotted time has passed, the seeker goes and tries to find people. You are tagged if the beam of the flashlight falls on you. Then you must go to jail until someone frees you. Last summer, we played this too many times to count, and I would like to play it again this year. Oh, and just to let you know, we do have a seventh Curly Fry, although she doesn't write. Her name is... um... it's, er... we'll call her Lee. (<--That's her middle name.) Lee also plays flashlight tag with us.
Now I'm boring myself. This post is so short! I don't want to have the shortest post! Oh well! See y'all next week! Oh! And before I forget, today I learned that when you bother House enough in just the right ways, she makes a funny face and growls. Just kidding! I already knew that!

*Edit [House]: I actually don't have a husband. Just a little note.

International Voldemort Defeat Day

Happy Independence Day!!!

Today is May 2nd, 2010, which marks the 12th anniversary of Harry Potter's defeat of Voldemort! Let's all join together to celebrate Ickle Voldiekins' deathday with him :]

[singing]
Happy deathday to you!
Happy deathday to you!
Happy deathday, dear Tommy...
Happy deathday to you!
[/singing]

~Anon

"The Battle of Hogwarts was the final battle of the Second Wizarding War. It took place on May 2, 1998, within the castle and on the grounds of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizadry."

- harrypotter.wikia.com

List of known deaths on this day:

Vincent Crabbe "Crabbe and Goyle are in the same mould."

Colin Creevey "Is it OK if I bring my camera?"

Bellatrix Lestrange ". . . his last, best lieutenant. . ."

Remus Lupin "I was trying to make a world in which he could live a happier life."

Nagini "He's got a huge snake . . . Calls it Nagini . . ."

Severus Snape ". . . the bravest man I ever knew."

Nymphadora Tonks ". . . it was very quiet."

Lord Voldemort (Tom Marvolo Riddle) ". . . the most dangerous Dark wizard of all time. . ."

Fred Weasley "You actually are joking. . . . I don't think I've heard you joke since you were—"

*

Poll among the curly fries: are you celebrating or mourning?

<>Momo: mourning/remembering the dead and their lives, especially Crabbe <3>

xiy:Mourning; mostly for Fred, since his death was ridiculously ironic, and Colin, who shouldn't have died. [House: Seconded]

Carrie:

Lynda: I'm kinda indifferent either way (*gasp*!), but I'm leaning more towards mourning.

House: Mourning. RIP, all who died.

Virgil: Mourning :'(

Others: feel free to vote in the comments!

Black Holes, Language, and RAB

Salvete, readers! (Salvete is Latin for "hello" - it's "salve" if you're speaking to only one person, but I do sincerely hope that more than one person is reading this. Most likely, my audience consists of the five other curly fries and perhaps one or two pedophiles.)

Today is May 1, quite commonly known as May Day in my homeland of Great Britain (where the Great Brits live), which is very exciting because it means that we have hit the metaphorical "home stretch" of the school year! More importantly, however, today is Saturday, which means you are about to have the most imponderable pleasure of reading the ramblings of Virgil*.
This week, I learned that mini M&Ms do, indeed, taste infinitely better than regular-sized M&Ms. I learned several other things, but those things are school-related and not nearly as useful.

I am not going to introduce myself, because I already did so in the first post (scroll down) and I have been talked about in other previous posts that you should go and read if you haven't already. Do it. Read them. Now. I'll wait.

*Anyone mildly interested in classics (if you're not - WHY?) probably knows that Virgil is, in fact, a shortened and anglicized version of the name Publius Vergilius Maro, author of many famous works, the most notable of which being the Aeneid. (Team Dido!)

Okay, now onto the actual content of Virgil's Saturday ramblings. I am going to channel my inner John Green and say that this blog post is going to come to you in THREE PARTS!! Part 1) Black holes, Part 2) Language, and Part 3) RAB.

Part 1: Black Holes

So yesterday I was sitting in my room, staring at the wall (which was covered in cutouts from National Geographic magazines - yeah, I'm a nerd) and pondering symbolism. In case anybody was wondering, that's what us "seriously legit writers" do when we're bored. I began thinking about good metaphors for this hallucination we call "life" and I came up with this one that is so perfect that it will actually blow your mind. You may have guessed from the title, but the metaphor is a black hole. Okay, now I actually have to explain it.

In a black hole, everything within the black hole's grasp is constantly falling toward a single point called a "singularity," where the radius of the hole equals zero. This "singularity" symbolizes death. (Yes, I'm being morbid. If discussion of death bothers you, please move on to Part 2.) Some objects take longer than others to reach the singularity, but it is an inevitable and constant journey. Scientists debate where matter goes once it reaches the singularity, or whether it ever actually reaches this point at all. You see, theoretically, time stretches out in a black hole - it exists in four dimensions. Some people believe that matter enters a worm hole and comes out somewhere else in the universe - or perhaps in another universe altogether - from somehing called a white hole. However, this theory has never been proved. Because of the law of conservation of matter, it is supposedly physically impossible for the matter that gets sucked into a black hole to just disappear at the other end. It has to go somewhere. In the same way, once one finishes his journey through life and reaches death (the "singularity"), nobody knows exactly where the soul goes. Does it disappear? It's so hard for the human race to imagine ourselves simply disappearing when we die that our world religions have invented several different answers to the question of where the metaphorical matter and light goes once they reach the metaphorical singularity. Some religions have adopted the "white hole" theory - that our souls somehow travel down a worm hole and end up in a parallel universe: the afterlife. Other religions believe that one's soul is reincarnated after he dies - akin to the theory that black holes open up light years away from their origin. Just as it is impossible to prove where matter goes at the end of a black hole, it is also impossible to prove whether or not there is an afterlife, where it is, and what it is like.

Enough of Virgil's morbidness. (Morbidity?) Let's enjoy our journey to the "singularity," since there is no way we can find out what our final destination may be.

Part 2: Language

I was thinking about this earlier, and I found it really interesting (then again, I find a lot of things interesting that other people don't, such as metaphors for life, see Part 1) so I figured that I'd blog about it, because I guess that's what people who have blogs do (?) I'm not really sure; I've never had a blog before, not even a collab one.

I think a lot of people take language for granted. People don't realize how amazing it is that right now, as you're reading this, mechanisms on the front of your face are taking these random patterns of red visible light waves and sending a signal to your brain, where by some crazy interaction of nerves that I don't understand and I doubt many people do, these random patterns of light waves are somehow converted into something that can be understood, convey emotion, and have meaning. It's a beautiful thing. It's also a beautiful thing that we have mechanisms in our throats that can cause vibrations in the air, and that we also have mechanisms on the sides of our heads that can take those vibrations from the air and send a signal to our brains where those vibrations can be turned into something that can be understood, convey emotions, have meaning. Tiny back-and-forth movements of particles. Isn't it wonderful? Language, both written and spoken, is such a beautiful feat of nature and it's one of the many reasons why I can't understand how we ("we" referring to the world) could have happened without the intervention of something greater, something divine. I digress. House told me not to talk about religion in posts. Well, I guess it's a little late for that.

Doesn't it just amaze you, though? How tiny light waves and sound waves can somehow have a deeper meaning? Novels are really just molecules; inspirational speeches are just vibrations in the air; the words you are reading right now are just tiny lights on a computer screen. Yet at the same time, they are all so much more. Things like this make me really excited in an extremely nerdy, Virgil-esque sort of way. So are you going to still take language for granted now? I have conveyed a message through random waves of light. Doesn't that seem miraculous to you?

Or there's the possibility I'm just crazy. However, I believe that it is the responsibility of the writer to point out the beauty in what may seem commonplace, or else it may go unnoticed, and that would be a terrible shame. (Now there's a great quote! I swear I came up with it myself!)

Part 3: RAB

HARRY POTTER SPOILER ALERT!!

I was thinking about character names for my novel earlier. (So far, I've been referring to the main characters as "X" and "Y," and I think now they're starting to have identity issues.) Then I started thinking about character names from books that I like, which of course brought my chain of thought to Harry Potter. I started thinking about the Black family (the most noble and ancient house of Black - toujours pur!) and how almost all of their names are stars or constellations in the night sky. There's Sirius, Bellatrix, Andromeda, Draco, Scorpius... and then I though about Regulus Arcturus Black, and what his name might mean. I know that "Regulus" means "little king" in Latin (because I'm cool and I take Latin) but I wasn't sure what Arcturus meant, so I looked it up and found out that it comes from the ancient Greek word for "guardian of the bear." This would make sense, I thought to myself. Arcturus is a star located near Ursa Major, or the "Great Bear" (also Latin) so it's logical that it would be "guardian of the bear." Also, Regulus ends up "guarding" the trio and the rest of the wizarding world by his heroic efforts. But what about the "little king"? After Sirius was disowned, I though to myself, Regulus would have been the heir to the Black family fortune. But then I had an epiphany. Regulus is the brightest star in the constellation "Leo Major" - the Big Lion. Regulus. Lion. The lion is the symbol of Gryffindor. It all suddenly made sense! Regulus, although he was Sorted into Slytherin, was actually a true Gryffindor at heart, as demonstrated through his bravery in stealing the locket horcrux and writing a letter to You-Know-Who, signing it with his initials RAB! So naturally, I felt quite smart after this epiphany, and decided that I absolutely must write about it in this Saturday's post. And now I have shared my revelation with all of you. Huzzah!

Tomorrow is Sunday, which not only means that I get to go to church and youth group (we're going bowling! How Christlike!) but it also means that we may or may not be writing a collab post! Eugepae!

Peace, Love, & Otters,
Virgil

Post Script: It has come to my attention that this post is exceptionally longer than the ones which have preceded it. Am I in trouble?