Sunday, August 26, 2012

Why Are Vampires So White?

Happy Go Topless Day!

Half the time I don't know if I am simply reading too quickly, or if my posts are short/choppy.

Eh.

Whateva playa.

Mi papa is home again! Yayayayayayayay! He was away in hot, muggy, gluten-filled switzerland for a week, but we were able to snatch him back.

(Secretly, I bet he was more excited for air-conditioning than to see us... awk)

Today, I have two goals:

1) to index
2) to go on a walk in this lovely weather

Whatta party!

"... so the concept of vampires isn't so far-fetched after all. Blood contains everything you need to survive."

"Well then why are vampires so white?!"

"D-"

"Oh yeah, they don't get in the sun, or else they gonna burn."

Retelling of my favorite science lesson in 7th grade. Memories.



xoxo,
McCall

Saturday, August 25, 2012

It's the Ish

Happy Kiss and Make Up Day!!

Roses are red
Violets are blue
Blogging is uber fun
Just like Elmers Glue

Confession#2389764

I just loooovvvvvve(d) gluing my fingers together with craft glue and then peeling it alllll off.

If you haven't tried it, you haven't lived.

Seriously.

It's the ish.



Confession#2389765

I look bad in yellow.

This year, since I am now a Junior (woot! woot!), I must wear.

- get ready -

- get set -

- g... -

... yellow (blech!) to pepfests and such. Shoot me now. Not only do we all look pasty and tacky, 400+ students are arrayed in mismatched shades of this particularly unflattering color.

Don't get me wrong.

I love yellow.

Just not on people.

There are the blessed few who can pull it off, or the even more rare shades of yellow that for some miraculous reason look snazzy on anyone.



But it is uber duber rare.

Yet hey, I'm young - there is always a chance my view will change.






...






Don't hold your breath.

Have a fabulous day!

(HSM reference - just watched Sharpay's Fabulous Adventure) ;)

xoxo,
McCall

Thursday, August 23, 2012

Evel Knievel

Happy Valentino Day!

So.

I am feeling adventurous.

Seriously.

Like, gonna do some crazy ish adventurous.

I have decided to become the ultimate risk-taker. The dare devil extraordinaire, the crazy chick you see ordering jalapeños on her sub.

Yea, that kind of crazy.

I, McCall Booth, am about to embark on a legendary journey, an adventure of the wildest sorts - I am going to
              a) be going to fricken college on Monday
              b) start running
              c) start rollerblading (if possible)

I know, I am such a rockstar.


This may not sound so far out, but for me, I have never taken college level courses, I despise running, and I have had an irrational fear/hate for rollerblades ever since I was a child. So basically, this is ridiculous. But I want to live life to the fullest, not have any regrets, and if that includes community college and shin splints, then I will just have to deal.

Today I was able to acquire my textbooks for PSEO - History and English, what a party! (Note the sarcasm.) JK, I actually am super pumped. I lovelovelovelovelove history, and english is an art form that I wanna master.

Well kinda.

(FYI: I am taking part-time PSEO at the community college and the other half of my classes at the Senior High)

I am hoping that I am up for the challenge - this year will be interesting, to say the least.

xoxo,
McCall

Wednesday, August 22, 2012

"I will hold myself to a standard of grace, not perfection."

Me Gusta #3

Am I the only tall, blonde (soon-to-be) 17 year old that doesn't own a leather jacket?

I need to fix that.

Current thoughts: All of my childhood perceptions are changing. My whole world is shifting on its axis. It's strange.

Current quote: "Aim at heaven and you get earth thrown in. Aim at earth and you get neither." C. S. Lewis

Current TV: Lie To Me. If you would have asked me three days ago I would have said Vampire Diaries. I know. I'm shameless.

Current craving: FRUIT. We never have enough fruit. I have probably eaten enough fruit within the past three months to supply a small ginger convention.

Current goals: to be AWESOME. So to basically eat like a pro, exercise like a pro, and use my time like a pro.

Tuesday, August 21, 2012

Shlump


Hand Me Them Potatoes

Hullo, my dear little seedlings!

Nice way to jazz it up a bit, huh?

Oh, who am I kidding?!

Happy Earth Overshoot Day!

Life is pretty dang awesome. For those of us in a shlump right now, it may be difficult to process this thought. Yet, it all depends on your perspective. Basically you have two options: to appreciate the awesome or to miss out. To be, or not to be, that is the question. It is as if you are putting on a lens, either you can see the super snazzy surprises, or you can't. The image you are viewing won't change - but your perception of that image will.

Like them glasses on National Treasure.



A wonderful example of seeing the light in life is my family - earlier this summer we were able to visit BOTH sides of meh fam, and I found out just how special they are.

 





Aren't they just adorable?

I lovelovelove em!

So... I was able to check out a few of the books I wrote about ages ago - the A.P. ish? Super fun. Well, as fun as non-required required reading can be. 

Here is some advice: being nerdy makes school much more enjoyable. You find yourself searching for material to get your grubby little hands on.

Anyway, let's get back to the lovin'.

I love summer. And despite the fact that it is slipping through my fingers this very instant, I am determined to make the most of what I get. 

I won't lie, I do enjoy fall. But there is just something oh-so-special about not having cold toes and being able to take late night strolls in the moonlight. Simple magical.

I am the type of gal that always longs for things of the past and doesn't appreciate what is in front of me. Exhibit A, summer. I probably could fill a bathtub with my wishes upon stars, 11:11, eyelashes, 12:34, and necklace clasps that summer would come quickly. Yet, now that I have been granted my wish, I squander it.

Oh, the woes of being a spoiled American.

!!!!***!!!!

Hold the phone!

I just realized something.

Some of you out there in the wild wild west may think, "Dang. This girl has crappy grammar."

THIS IS INTENTIONAL.

lemme repeat-

INTENTIONAL.

Often I just feel that phrasing certain sentences in a casual way adds more flavor- for example, "Louisa, hand me them potatoes!" is much more satisfying than, "Louisa, could you hand me the potatoes?"

Phew.

Glad that is over.

So basically, the summary of this post is that life is good.

And McCall is permitted to make grammatical errors without being judged.

xoxo,
McCall

Sunday, August 19, 2012

Drink Bleach

Disclaimer:

I do not have any negative nor positive view on Justin Bieber.


And here is a super adorable picture of my favorite Irish boy:


Chipmunk Fairytales

"Dear diary.

A chipmunk asked me my name today.

I told him it was Joe.

That lie.

Will haunt me.

Forever."

- Damon Salvatore


I Wish I Could be a Mermaid








Vestigial is a Fancy Word

Happy World Humanitarian Day!

Where is the wisdom we have lost in knowledge?
Where is the knowledge we have lost in information?

The world is deteriorating quickly.

I'm not talking about morals (that is for another time), but our minds and our bodies are dying, losing all of their original capacities.

Technology and other civilized advancements are crushing many of our bodily functions. Memory is losing importance with the aid of computers and phones to catalogue events, numbers, people, etc. Physical strength is becoming pointless with the lack of hard labour required on a daily basis. Even hard work is becoming pointless in a world where instant gratification is valued above all else. Our minds are being programmed to value the invaluable and to spend our energies and strengths in areas that should really be hid away, taken apart. We are slowly turning the human being into one large vestigial organ - a once useful, but now unnecessary living thing.

What is going to happen to our children?

Will they have similar bodies to us, or will their capacity for labor be decreased?
Will their appetite no longer be sated by healthy, natural ingredients? What if in our future, messed up world, people can no longer handle regular food and only dine on junk food?

Unrealistic, maybe, but we need to consider what we are doing to ourselves.

Each action has a consequence. And we can't be selfish for we impact thousands of lives, wether we want to or not.

I may have already shared this theory on here before, but I believe that the world is black and white, no gray. There is always a right choice and a wrong. Wether it is a decision to attend a particular university or to wear a purple shirt, you always will have a better option available. For example, we will play on the purple shirt. Let's say you have three options: a purple shirt, a white shirt, or a blue shirt. If you were to choose the purple shirt, that day at school someone will see you in that shirt and abruptly remember that they left their cell phone in Purple Heart Park. If you wear the white shirt, you may be called on 4x more in class than if you hadn't worn that color. Yet, if you wore the blue shirt, Lonely Joe  may stare melancholily at your back and sigh as he sees at least seven other students wearing that particular shade of blue. This will lead to wishing he also had worn blue, that he also fit in. Your blue shirt could cause him to belittle himself and make his fragile self-esteem even lower.

Those example were slightly exaggerated, but it still is a truth. Every action has many, many consequences, and most often we cannot see the repercussions

Here is the full selection from T.S. Elliot:

The Eagle soars in the summit of Heaven,
The Hunter with his dogs pursues his circuit.

O perpetual revolution of configured stars,

O perpetual recurrence of determined seasons,

O world of spring and autumn, birth and dying

The endless cycle of idea and action,
Endless invention, endless experiment,
Brings knowledge of motion, but not of stillness;
Knowledge of speech, but not of silence;
Knowledge of words, and ignorance of the Word.
All our knowledge brings us nearer to our ignorance,
All our ignorance brings us nearer to death,
But nearness to death no nearer to GOD.
Where is the Life we have lost in living?
Where is the wisdom we have lost in knowledge?
Where is the knowledge we have lost in information?
The cycles of Heaven in twenty centuries
Bring us farther from GOD and nearer to the Dust.

Bring yourself farther from the Dust and nearer to God.

xoxo,
McCall


P.S. I'm not even gonna bother apologizing for my lack of posts.

Deal with it.

Wednesday, August 1, 2012

Begins. Falls. Rises.

Happy Spiderman Day!

So.

Today I finally saw Captain America.

One down, three to go.

Well, until I can finally see Avengers.

I have yet to see Thor, Iron Man 2, and the Hulk.

Whoo!

And please appreciate this:


I love the symbolism in this movie. 

**SPOILER ALERT**

One of my favorite bits of this beeeaaauuutifffuuull film was when the secret to climbing out of the prison was revealed - the only way out, was to go without the safety ropes.

Basically, you had to scale a round wall with only small stones jutting out for support - and with only one lifeline, a simple rope. Once you made it about 3/4 of the way, you had to leap from one platform to the other - and so far, almost no one had made it. Most simply fell down, the rope's hold on them keeping the climber from plunging to his death, but also banging him against the stone.

But one day, a small child (who was born in the prison) was able to make it.

"How?", you may ask?

Simply make the climb without any ropes, any support. 

How amazing is that? The only way to be successful is to take risks, to put your whole heart into the jump. And that is a wonderful lesson for Mr. Batman. 

And the fact that it was a kid to show up all of the macho men.

That is pretty cool too.

"Let's face it: English is a crazy language. There is no egg in eggplant nor ham in hamburger; neither apple nor pine in pineapple. English muffins weren't invented in England, quicksand can work slowly, boxing rings are square, and a guineapig is neither from Guinea nor is it a pig.

And why is it that writers write but fingers don't fing, grocers don't groce and hammers don't ham? Doesn't it seem crazy that you can make amends but not one amend? If teachers taught, why didn't preachers praught? If a vegetarian eats vegetables, what does a humanitarian eat?

In what other language do people recite at a play and play at a recital? We ship by truck but send cargo by ship. We have noses that run and feet that smell. We park in a driveway and drive in a parkway. And how can a slim chance and a fat chance be the same, while a wise man and a wise guy are opposites?

You have to marvel at the unique lunacy of a language in which your house can burn up as it burns down, in which you fill in a form by filling it out, and in which an alarm goes off by going on. And, in closing, if Father is Pop, how come Mother isn't Mop?"

So... I found a Zumba class on Youtube - taught by a guy.
Who is young.
With a british accent.

Goodness gracious.

Just found a new favorite exercise.

Anyone wanna see Step Up Revolution with me?

xoxo,
McCall