Friday, December 31, 2010

This is How Much I Loved Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows...

Dang, I loved that movie so much. I loved that movie so much that I actually went online to find pictures of my favorite part. If you've seen the movie, then you know what I'm talking about when I say that the "Three Brothers" animation was AWESOME.

   That's right. ... AWESOME.

 The "Three Brothers" animation was my favorite, favorite, favorite part. The absolute best part of the movie. I was so thrilled with this part, that even though I went to see that movie TWICE, I still had to see it again, just one last time. Sadly, those illegal downloaders who get copies of movies before the DVD comes out have failed me. Apparently, there are no videos of it anywhere! What gives?!?!
  Sigh. Anyway. I still managed to get pictures of that  part. Look at them. You must...


Aren't. They. Amazing.

So.  If for some reason you STILL have not seen this movie, you know what you must

Harry Potter Fun-ness

Monday, December 27, 2010

Picture of the Day (12/27/10)

New York City Dialect

New York City-ers have a bunch of things they say, and these things are said exclusively only in New York City. Most places probably have their own sayings too, but I find the New York City ones really interesting. It makes me wonder, "How did these weird sayings start?" and "Why does everyone say this?"
    Unfortunately, you won't hear these "New York City Dialects" unless you actually live in New York City. But fear not! I'm about to reveal them all.

. This probably doesn't count, but they curse a lot. A LOT. Like, they do it religiously. It's like they can't help it. Also, if you're getting picked on, the only way out and to keep your dignity is to curse out at them. If you're moving to New York City soon, then get ready to start cursing a lot.

. They say "Yo" a lot. I know that "Yo" is said in a lot of places, but I've noticed something about it being said in other places. In some of the suburban places I've lived, people look at you funny if you say "yo." They might laugh or roll their eyes or think that you are just trying to hard to be "New York City" material. But in New York City, the word "Yo" is as common as night and day. Everyone says it. They'll say it to call you instead of saying your name, they'll say it as a greeting, and they'll even say it as a cheer to express happiness. "Yo" can be used in many different ways here in New York City.

. The word "deadass" is used a lot. This is actually used in other places as well, mainly cities that are somewhat near NYC, like Philadelphia. They use it as a term to mean, "Really?" or "No joke?" or "That's the truth?"
             Suzy: I got tickets to see the Black Eyed Peas in concert
             Jamen: Whoa, deadass?

    That would be how the word "deadass" is used. Or it could be used like this:
                Jamen: You really got tickets to Black Eyed Peas?
                Suzy: Yeah, deadass.

. Another word used a lot is "Word." This is used when you agree with something.
                Louis: We shouldn't have to go to school tomorrow! It's Veteran's Day!
                Mandy: Word! (Pronounced more like, "Wooooorrrrrrrdddd!")

. The most annoying word to me is "mad." They say this word way too much. They use it as a term for "very."
                Mrs. Barkin: Daphne, stop talking to Beth!
                Daphne: (rolls her eyes and whispers to Beth) Mrs. Barkin is mad annoying.

                Mandy: How long is the test going to take?
                Gregory: Like, three hours.
                Mandy: Damn! That's mad long!

                Richard: What's her name?
                Lea: Her name is Sandy.
                Richard: She's mad tall.

                Derek: You met my cousin Tara?
                Bob: Yeah, she's mad cool.

That gets really annoying.

Well, there's probably a lot more, but I've got Spanish homework. So I guess it would be appropriate for me to say, "ADIOS!"


Sunday, December 26, 2010

Dr. Suess

If I could have any job in the world and be guaranteed success and riches with any job I want, I'd pick author. I really, really, really, really, really like writing. However, the odds of me ending up as an author are extremely slim. This is due to:

     a) My parents. They want me to become a doctor

     b) Myself. I want to be rich, and you don't get to be rich as an author unless you write about dreamy vampires or kids with lightning bolts on their forehead. You just don't. So my job alternative is biomedical engineering. I would SO rather be an author, but hey. That's how it is.

So you know who I really, really despise?

Dr. Suess.

It's just not fair. His books consist of nothing but nonsense. Have you ever read a Dr. Suess book? It's absolutely beyond stupid. Makes no sense whatsoever. It's just madness.
First of all, anyone could make a Dr. Suess book. Here, watch:

I wear a hat
With a rat
In a bat
With a shat
And a cat
Was a gat
In the dat
He's fat
It's a gnat.

You see? That took me five seconds, maybe less. HOW DID THAT KIND OF WORK MAKE A GUY FAMOUS AND RICH?

It's just not fair.

Second, America's already extremely behind in the competition for "smartness" with other countries. Basically, our education sucks. The smartest country is probably China or Japan. But America? It's ranked as Number 25.

That's not good.

But really, who can you blame? You can't blame my best friend, Obama. And you can't blame the teachers, either. But who can we point our fingers at?

Dr. Suess.

It was he who brought this upon us. It was his evil doing, not Obama's. 

Think about it. 

China's kindergartners are probably reading Shakespeare right now. And what are we reading? What are our kindergartners reading? They are reading this:

A book
With a cook
In a look
By a nook
Is a dook
Not a rook
With a shook-took-gook.

Oh yeah.

This is the type of literature our future is reading. Wow. Impressive, Dr. Suess. Very, very impressive.

An Interview With Eeshie, Part 2

Another interview done with me, this time with interviewer Larry!

Larry: Hello, Eeshie. Are you ready for your interview?

Eeshie: *snaps gum hard* Yeah.

Larry: Okay. Our sources say that you recently moved to New York. Is that true?

Eeshie: Uh-huh...

Larry: New York City.

Eeshie: Yup.

Larry: What is it like?

Eeshie: No offense to the New York City-ers, but it kind of sucks.

Larry: Really? Why would you say that?

Eeshie: Well, there's a looootttt of reasons for it being "sucky." For one thing, everything's pretty crappy.

Larry: Crappy?

Eeshie: *Nods* You know...crap-like...?

Larry: I understand. You say that NYC is crappy, but there are plenty of people who would beg to differ. They say that NYC is a posh, stylish place, a mix of culture, and the definition of urban glamour. They argue that NYC is the place where all the restaurants are, all the clubs, all the shopping, and all the best types of recreation and entertainment are. Just look at the picture below! What do you say to that?

Eeshie: I think that's a bunch of bullsh*t.

Larry: Wha - why?

Eeshie: Cause. Whoever has that argument is one of these-
                    a) The person probably lives in Manhattan. Manhattan is a posh, stylish place, a mix of culture, and the definition of urban glamour. Manhattan is the place where all the restaurants are, all the clubs, all the shopping, and all the best types of recreation and entertainment are. But all of NYC is not Manhattan. Unfortunately, most Manhattan-ites are convinced that Manhattan is the best place in the world, so they go around spreading it.
                    b) The person OBVIOUSLY does not live in NYC. They probably just listen to the Manhattan-ites go on and on about Manhattan and just assume that all of NYC is like that. WELL let me tell you something. It's not. Here's what the rest of NYC is like, or a large portion of it:

So glamorous, huh?

Larry: I guess if you put it like that, I can see your point. Now, are the kids and teens of NYC as bad and rude as they are said to be?

Eeshie: I really, really hate to say it...but some of them are. SOME of them.

Larry: Wow. That's very scary to know. So..

Eeshie: So.

Larry: So........................................

Eeshie: So................................................................this is awkward.

Larry: Yup. Very awkward.

Eeshie: So.....

Larry: What do you want to talk about now?

Eeshie: Uh.....hey! Let's hide this awkwardness with a picture!

Larry: Yeah, let's do it!

Eeshie: Here it is!

Cyanide and Happiness, a daily webcomic

Picture of the Day (12/26/10)

Saturday, December 25, 2010

Merry Christmas!

I don't celebrate Christmas or anything, but I'm a very nice person. So....


What I find more important is that it's someone's birthday today, someone I LOVE. SO....


So everyone, have an awesome day. Tell me your plans for Christmas, how the day went, and MOST IMPORTANTLY, tell me what gifts you got! Bye, everyone!

Friday, December 24, 2010

Picture of the Day (12.24.10)

And for those of you who have been wanting to see the Aeropostale bag I recieved as a Secret Santa present (This means you, Salena :D), here it is, in all its glory:

You like??


Secret Santa, I must say, went fairly well. Actually, it went extremely well. In fact, it went GREAT.
  Ya-huh. It went GREAT.
  Yesterday, which was the last day of school before Winter Break over in NYC, was quite eventful. The day started off with a math test. Inequalities and absolute value and whatnot. I think I did good on it...
   And after we were done with the math test, it was time for Secret Santa. Time for everyone to be revealed...
   The people in charge of Secret Santa put two desks in the front of the room and asked everyone to start bringing up their Secret Santa gifts to the front. I complied quickly, as I was excited to see who had me.
   Now, if you read one of my previous posts titled, "Secret Santa Traumas," you would know that I got stuck with a boy I hardly knew named Marcus. And since I did not know what to get him (and I was too lazy to shop for him), my friend went out and bought a shirt from Aeropostale to give to me to give to Marcus.
   She had a boy for Secret Santa as well, named Jason. So while she was at Aeropostale, she decided to buy him the same shirt, almost as a joke. Marcus and Jason were getting the same present.
    My friend and I planned to give the boys their gifts at the same time, so they would open it at the same time, and see that they had the same present. We were itching to see their reactions.
    But the way Secret Santa was being done was different. The person in charge was basically calling your name down from a list. And I got called before my friend.
    "Eeshie! Time to give your present."
    I didn't have a choice. I had to give it to him. So I slowly walked to the front, grabbed my present, and put it on Marcus' desk.
    Random: I wrapped it so well, I am very proud of myself. Here is what it looked like:

Hot, right? And while I'm showing pictures, here's what the shirt looked like (pretty awesome shirt if you ask me):

Nice, right? Kay, back to my story.
  My awesomly-wrapped gift was now on Marcus' desk. He was about to open it...
  I turned around and saw my friend in mid-scream.
    "Don't open it! Hold on for like, two minutes!"
    Of course, he didn't comply. He opened it right away. He saw the shirt and liked it. He thanked me.
    Then when my friend gave her present to Jason, it was in an Aeropostale bag. Jason looked at Marcus and said, "Oh, no. It's the same thing, isn't it?"
     We just stand there, grinning. Now some of our other friends are crowding around us, waiting for him to open it.
     He peers inside the bag and actually says, "Oh, my God."
     We burst out laughing, slapping our knees and all. Marcus and Jason start saying stuff like, "Oh, we can't wear it on the same day!" and "Wow, it's the same shirt..." and "Ew, I'm not wearing it when he's wearing it!" And all this other stuff.
      But they both LOVED the shirt. We asked them individually, and they both said they liked it. And, in the end, they ended up wearing it for the rest of they day, receiving many compliments and "ooh"'s and "ah"'s, and "Oh, they're matching!" and "Oh, they look so cute!"
      All in a day's work.
      And what did I get, you ask? Who turned out to be my Secret Santa? WELL. I got a great gift. My Secret Santa turned out to be a friend of a friend. We didn't really know each other well, but she's really nice. She told me, "I don't know you that well, so I didn't know what you want. But I hope you like it," before handing me my present in a Victoria's Secret bag. She told me that my present wasn't really from Victoria's Secret; she had just needed a bag. But as I moved away the tissue paper, I expected to see a really lacy bra sitting in there.
      Thank God it wasn't a lacy bra. It was a bag from Aeropostale! And it was really cute! I really liked it.
      So. The day went well. Most of us were happy with our gifts. It was a good day.

Tuesday, December 21, 2010

Because I Like Pictures...

6 More Things I Hate About People

1. When something is "new and improved!" Which is it? If it's new, then there has never been anything before it. If it's an improvement, then there must have been something before it.

2. When people say, "Life is short." What the hell? Life is the longest damn thing anyone ever fricking does! What can you do that's longer?

3. People who say things like, "My eyes aren't what they used to be." So what did they used to be? Ears? Wellington boots?

4. When you're eating something and someone asks, "Is that nice?" No, it's really revolting -- I always eat stuff I hate.

5. People who announce they are going to the toilet. Thanks, that's an image I reallly didn't need.

6. McDonalds staff who pretend they don't understand you if you don't insert "Mc" before the item you are ordering...It has to be a McChicken Burger; just a Chicken Burger gets blank looks. Well I'll have a McStraw and jam it in your McEyes, you fricking McDumb*ss.

7 Things I Hate About People

1)   People who point at their wrist while asking for the time … I know where my watch is, pal, where the hell is yours? Do I point at my crotch when I ask where the toilet is?

2)  People who are willing to get off their ass to search the entire room for the TV remote because they refuse to walk to the TV and change the channel manually.

3)  When people say, “Oh, you just want to have your cake and eat it, too.” Damn right! What good is cake if you can’t eat it?

4)  When people say, “It’s always the last place you look.” Well, of course it is. Why the hell would you keep looking after you’ve found it?

5)  When people say while watching a movie, “Did you see that?” No, Loser, I paid $12 to come to the cinema and stare at the damn floor.

6)  People who ask, “Can I ask you a question?” Didn’t really give me a choice there, did ya, sunshine?

7)  When you are waiting for the bus and someone asks, “Has the bus come yet?” If the bus came would I be standing here, dumb*ss?

*IMPORTANT NOTE: This was all made by Misticalnia (my cousin), who also has a blog called "Imaginality...Should be a Word". After you're done reading it, you guys should all definitely check her blog out as well. Here's the link to it:

Check out her blog! Yes, now! Right now! Go! Now! Huzzah! Yolanda!

Picture of the Day (12/21/10)

Thursday, December 16, 2010

Secret Santa Traumas

What. Am. I. Going. To. Do.

   I'm absent for two days -- just two days -- and I come back to school to find the world completely messed up, everyone sucked into a blackhole, and all the teachers playing banjos with overalls on.

   Okay, no. That did not happen. But what happened was worse.

   While I was sick and absent, the class randomly picked new names for Secret Santa, because my homeroom teacher decided that we were sharing with each other who we had too much.

    So when I get back to school, the girl in charge of Secret Santa (Lydia) confronts me and says, "You need to pick a new Secret Santa."

    "Um...I don't want to pick a new Secret Santa."

    We're kind of glaring at each other, cause well. She hates me. I didn't start it! She hates that I'm the smartest in the class, and I hear that she has a list on her computer of people she must beat academically before we graduate. And I'm #1 on the list. Goodness...

     Anyway. That's a different story. Back to Secret Santa.

    "Er...I already have a Secret Santa." And I'm completely happy with who it is.

    "Well, we changed it while you were gone, so now you have to pick a new one."
    At this point, I was not in the mood to argue with her, so I just picked one. There were only six names left, and before I even read it, I knew Lydia had saved the worst of the lot for me.

     I opened it up. Marcus.

     Oh, great. That kid who sits behind me who I barely know. Nice.

     "Okay, can I please have a girl? Please? Like, I have no idea what I'm supposed to get Marcus."

     Lydia looked through the names. "The only girls left are me and you."

     AHA! I bet she made sure that no one recieved my name so that I'd end up with no gift for Secret Santa. AHA, Lydia, AHA! I've got you all figured out.

     I sighed. "You sure?"

     My friend Zaynab saved me right there. Well...for the moment.

     "Eeshie, come here." I went over, hoping she had a solution to my problem, as she had been watching the whole thing.

     "Okay, you don't like who you have for Secret Santa, right?"

     "And I don't like who has me for Secret Santa."

    I looked at her. "Who has you?"

    She have me an irritated look before spitting out, "Marvin."

    Whoa. Marvin immediately popped into my mind, one of the acne-ridden, lonely boys in my class without much friends, usually seated in the back of the room by himself. Poor kid.

     "Oh. So what are we going to do?"

     Zaynab had apparently planned the whole thing out, and actually gave me a detailed diagram of what was going to happen.

      "Okay. You go over to Marvin and ask him who he has for Secret Santa. Just pretend you don't know. Then tell him that you have Marcus after he tells you he has me. Then suggest that you two swtich, since then you'll have me and he'll have a boy. He'll be happy."

      "That's genius!"

      "Wait, I'm not done yet. Anika (our other friend) had me before. Do you mind switching with Anika after switching with Marvin? Anika has Darla."

      "No, of course I don't mind!" And I really didn't. I knew exactly what to get Darla.

      It was a beautiful plan, one that put me in a wonderful mood for the rest of the day. I was planning to switch with Marvin during p.m. homeroom, and then Anika and I'd be switching the next day. Everything was going to go swell...everything was just dandy...

      It's just too bad that nothing works out the way you want it to.

      P.M. Homeroom. I casually walk over to Marvin, preparing to small-talk with him.

      "Hey, Marvin, what's up?" I say. Then I face him quickly, "Who do you have for Secret Santa?!"

     "Uh, Zaynab."

     "Oh what a surprise me and Zaynab are really great friends in fact I know exactly what Zaynab wants as a gift i have marcus by the way i don't know what to get him HEY WANNA SWITCH?!?!"

     He was a little taken aback. "Uh. No, thanks."

     Yes! HOLY CRAP did he say no?

     "Wait. What?" I said, hyperventilating. "No?"

     "I don't want to switch."

    "But-but I have Marcus! He's a boy! You'll know what to get him! And I know exactly what Zaynab wants!"
     "No, thanks. I want to keep Zaynab."


     After telling Zaynab this, she got very scared and now we are both wondering why the heck he would want to keep her. *Sigh* Why, Marvin, why? Why must you be the number one creeper of the world?


     Anyway. The point of this entire post was basically saying that I need help. What does a boy want that's under $10-15? (I am not busting my chops over Marcus)

     I am very, very, very extremely desperate.

Tuesday, December 14, 2010

Celebrities: Then and Now

No one really thinks about what Lady Gaga or Adam Lambert looked like when they were in their awkward teen years. We assume that he always wore the goth, sparkly accessories, and Lady Gaga always wore dresses made out of her own hair.

Not quite.

Here is a collection of what some of our favorite celebrities looked like before they were famous, during their awkward teen years.

Adam Lambert Then

Adam Lambert Now
Harrison Ford Then

Harrison Ford Now

Lady Gaga Then

Lady Gaga Now

Ryan Seacrest Then

Ryan Seacrest Now

And here's a bonus photo:

Taylor Swift at Age 4!

Taylor Swift Now:

Hope you enjoyed this look at celebrities' pasts. I know I did. Who do you suppose changed the most from their childood?

Sunday, December 12, 2010

Picture of the Day (12/12/10)

20 Questions

  1. Sweet or Savoury?  SAVOURY!
  2. Dresses or Jeans?  Jeans. They're comfy, they're versatile, they make everyone look good. For me, that's what apparel is all about.
  3. House or Apartment?  House, please. Ironically, I live in an apartment.
  4. Shop Online or Offline?  Definitely offline. What fun is it if you don't get to actually go to the store and look at everything there?
  5. DVDs or Downloads?  DVD's.
  6. Chess or Checkers?  Every time my brother teaches me how to play chess, I forget within two days. But it looks fun, mainly because of the majestic looking horse piece that is involved. But, I guess I like checkers better because it goes into my small-ish brain. 
  7. Chocolate or Strawberry?  Is that even a question? Chocolate, duh.
  8. Mac or PC?  PC. Macs are just too...foreign for me.
  9. Magazines or Newspapers?  Magazines.
  10. Facebook or Twitter?   Neither, but I am considering a Facebook.
  11. CDs or MP3s?  It doesn't really matter. You can convert CD's into MP3's, and you can convert MP3's into CD's. God, who made up these questions?!?!
  12. Kids or Pets?  Kids. They are ADORABLE! Pets? Eh. Not so much. But baby animals of any kind are cute all the time. Someone has yet to prove me wrong (That's a challenge)
  13. Macaron or Cupcakes?  Hm. I've actually never tried a macaron. Is it good? I like cupcakes.
  14. Walk or Run?  Walk.
  15. Breakfast in Bed or Breakfast Out?   Breakfast out.
  16.  Market or Supermarket?  I like supermarkets, but we always go to markets. *Shudder* People in those outdoor markets always stare at you as if they want to kill you.
  17. Sourdough or Grainy? Wait, what?
  18. Heels or Flats?  HEELS ALL THE WAY!
  19. Late nights or Not?   Heck, yeah Late nights.
  20. Coffee or Tea? Neither.
So. If you feel like sharing your opinion on any of these questions, leave a comment. You can agree with me, disagree with me, prove me wrong about my "BabyAnimal Theory," or you can just say "hi." Whatever you guys want, cause you guys are the best people in the world for following my blog. :D

Thursday, December 9, 2010

What I Would Like to Say To Celebrities

Celebrities, like most human beings in this crazy, messed up world of ours, have huge flaws. Most people can go their whole lives without revealing their flaws to a single soul. But for celebrities, this is not so easy, as their personal lives are publicized for everyone to see. Through this process, we can see that some celebrities are smart, some are crafty, some are greedy, and some are just plain stupid. Here are a few things that I would tell to certain celebrities.

*I'm not trying to hurt anyone's feelings. I love half of the names up here.

Taylor Swift - Uh-oh. Don't hurt her feelings, or she'll write a song about you!

Miley Cyrus - Can someone introduce her to clothing?

Britney Spears- Can someone introduce her to a carseat?

Kim Kardashian- Can someone introduce her to a real job?

Kristen Stewart - It's called a "comb."

Justin Bieber - Do us all a favor and get through puberty first. Then we'll talk about your concerts and tours.

Jonas Brothers - Who?

Selena Gomez - She's like a ball of cheery. It's too much. It's like I've had too many skittles. Ugh...

Ryan Seacrest - Oh, Ryan. You've given us all a thrill from your radio show and hosting American Idol. We only want to know one thing: How do you reach the doorknob to your door everyday? Do you have to stand on your tip-toes?

Demi Lovato - Don't do drugs. They are very bad for you.

Paris Hilton- Who?

Eminem - Take a chill pill.
Christina Aguilera- Who?

Rihanna - Oh, you poor thing. I'm sure if you wash your hair under the sink for ten minutes with three pounds of shampoo, the tomato stains will come right out of that do' of yours.

Ash from Pokemon:

Nuff said.

Monday, December 6, 2010

Secret Santa

I'm not Christian and I don't celebrate Christmas or anything, but I do enjoy giving and receiving gifts. In fact, I love giving and recieving gifts. I love it so much that I would do anything to give and receive gifts.
     It is because of that faulty obsession that I have gotten into a bit of a problem.
     My homeroom class is having a "Secret Santa" type of thingamajig/activity thing. You guys know how that works, right? Basically, all the names are put into a basket, you pick one name randomly, and you must keep that name a secret. You must buy a gift for that person to present to him/her on the last day before Winter Break arrives.
     I wasn't too excited about it, because I knew (I just knew) that I would pick out the name of the annoying boy who sits behind me in Math. So when the basket came around to me, I warily snatched a little piece of paper up.
     Quickly unfolding it, I let myself relax. I found it was the name of a nice girl. Someone that I actually liked.
      Oh. This will be fun.
      Naturally, there were rules for the gifts. Things like "No spending over $20-30" and "No innapropriate gifts (not sure what they mean by that)" and "Must be here the day before break" and "Absolutely, positively, no telling people who you have."
      Obviously, as soon as the bell rang, we all poured into the hallways and shared our Secret Santa pick.
      I really wanted to surpise the girl that I had, so I tried not telling anyone. Unfortunately, I told two people. Now I'm just hoping that they don't tell her.
      I happen to sit with my "Giftee" in Science. She was actually stressed on this Secret Santa thing. She said that she had asked pretty much everyone in the class if they had her, and no one said they had hers, so the only people left who could have her name were three chubby, unpopular, acne-ridden, awkward boys sitting in the corner of the room.
      She was actually sad. It hit me then that she had actually never asked me if I had her. Which, you know, was a good thing for me.
      Throughout the day, I realized that I had no idea what to buy her. What was I going to do?!? I felt guilty, cause my person knew who had my name, and she said it was a good person who would buy me something nice. But how would it be if I got her something bad?
      I guess I have some time to get a hold of myself. But I really want to get her something good. Something that she'll be able to look at and say to herself, "Oh, that Eeshie."
     Something memorable, you know?
     I heard her saying she wanted lip gloss. And then I heard her saying she wanted a Pillow Pet. And then I heard her say, "I'm just kidding."
    Anyone have any suggestions on what I should buy my "Giftee" for under $20? It can't be necklaces, earrings, pants, or shirts. But I'm open to other things. Any ideas? I'm desperate.

Deep Question

I have a very serious question that I would like to explore, and hear different opinions and answers on.

What do you do when you want to help someone who doesn't want the help?

You want to help them so bad, but they keep rejecting your help. What do you do?

Well. What do you guys think?

Picture of the Day (12/6/10)