100th...well dag on!

Enjoy this song: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Z9bSwzw4zCw&feature=related

Mr. Horatio Nibbles.

On one fine Thursday morning I received a text message from a stranger. Now the obvious thing to do is carry on a 7-hour text conversation right? Here is how it went...

Stranger: That's when I said "The cat stalks slowly," needless to say, I won the debate. Now I am up for an award and a meeting with Oliver Cutlery!

Me: Bravo! Bravo! That's amazing :D

Stranger: Thank you, I know I know, I am quit amazing. And you-you-you're nothing but a horse-man! A bloody centaur! I told you the outside world would never accept you, I mean you're half horse!

Me: How dare you stoop so low you dirt eating rat!!

Stranger: Hey! Hey! I may be a rat but I'm making it in life. You just sit around out in the woods all day picking flowers and brushing your hair. I'm an eloquent rodent, at least I'm not a half breed!

Me: Woah woah woah! I am a prize to be won! There are many stinky rodents running around these trees, but only a few gorgeous wonderful centaur such as myself. So watch your mouth! FYI I have amazing hair thank you very much.

Stranger: True true, nice hair. Too bad about the small brain; that's why the centaurs are all gone. I mean, you sleep outside, that's why you're average life expectancy is 28; you all die of pneumonia because you sleep in the grass...in the rain!

Me: It's called being one with nature. And we die young yes, but at least we look smoking hot when we go. You rodents look like a dried up prune that got rolled in some fur.

Stranger: But I'm dead so who cares. When I die I already told my son he could eat me. That's efficiency! No funeral cost, free dinner; better than rotting alone in the woods.

Me: Efficient and gross! Sheesh I knew you guys were abhorrent but cannibals as well? At family get togethers do you all discuss how uncle Earl tasted? I am appalled.

Stranger: Uncle Earl had a sweet yet nutty flavor with a hint of licorice, a true delicacy. Anyway at least I have a family! Your father left your mother, and your mother died at 22!

Me: How do you know about my family?? And those are rumors, my father loved my mother and me very much! He had to leave to fight in the battle. My mother couldn't handle the pain of his absence to the point where living was unbearable. She took her own life...a selfish move on her part. I've had to fend for myself since I was eight! And your filthy rat heritage is none to be proud of. Cowering away from the battles that lie ahead! You are a disgrace.

Stranger: You just made up a whimsical story to romanticize your miserable life, and haven't you ever seen the nutcracker? Rat's are warriors!

Me: The nutcracker...really? Only created to boost a rats self esteem. And you say I am the one making up whimsical stories? You little delusional thing.

Stranger: The Nutcracker is a historical epic...it's just been changed a bit through the course of history...you know how that is, people believe your kind is only a myth.

Me: Peoples belief in me is not my problem. Although I must say I am a little hurt at this truth. At least they don't try to kill me with traps and cheese. Or shove me in a sewer.

Stranger: I love the sewer, and I hate people; The vile murderers!

Me: It appears we have something in common: our hate for humans. I must ask you now, who am I speaking to??

Stranger: Mr. Horatio Nibbles! You know me! Don't be daft sir, don't be daft!

Me: Sir...are you certain I am a sir? I am afraid you are mistaken. Tell me, Mr. Horatio, how did we meet?

Stranger: The day I found you in your grove. You shared a dandelion with me. Surely you remember?

Me: I'm afraid I can't remember anything after the day I came home from battle. I was hit in the head and lost most of my memory.

Stranger: You were never in war! You're a hippy centaur! You and your stories. I think you've blown your mind on mushrooms.

Me: Hey! That is not true, I was in war, I am freaking built for war! Have you seen this body!? It belongs on a battlefield!

Stranger: Oh please, sure you have a six pack, but you have a bird chest and twig arms, and your horse part is fat and out of shape.

Me: You know way to much about my life and appearance...are you a stalking rat!?

Stranger: We hang out all the time! I'm telling you: lay off the mushrooms!

Me: Are you a spy!? Are you watching me now!! I demand proof that we are friends!

Stranger: The dandelion, your birthday is May 10, you wash your hair with the dew off of pure white lilies, come on, it's the Nibster!

Me: Nibster? First off I would never associate myself with a rat, let alone a rat who calls himself Nibster. I am sorry I can't believe this. And I am severely frightened that you know how I wash my hair...

Stranger: Come on man, we're buds; you and I- buds: you, I (myself) sorry, I wanted to se some punctuation back there, I got carried away?!@#12

Me: Oh my that was a confusing sentence O_O

Stranger: Yes, I am starting to fall out of character...this is not good!

Me: This is not very good at all!! But really who is this? I think this is the most fantastic text convo ever!

Stranger: It's Billy from the park!

Me: I really don't know any Billy from the park? Who do you think you are talking to??

Stranger: Oliver Olive...the guy who read Walden in te rich voice.

Me: Whaaa?? I am not Oliver.

Stranger: Whaaa??? Oh nooooo! I don't know you! Stranger danger!

Me: Bahahaha!

*Tells me about Alice in Wonderland and Through the Looking Glass*

Stranger: So go and read, and I will leave you alone. Ta ta, cheerio, and all that rubbish.

Me: Goodbye for now.

-Morgan Rae & Stranger

Oh hail no...

Let me start with saying that Guesstures is a game where innocent people like myself often get fooled into thinking they are about to engage in some fun and enjoyable activity. For those of you who are not aware of how to play this game, it is basically charades, only you act out four different things in a short stressful amount of time. Lucky little me had the opportunity to play this joyous game with some friends last friday. Allow me to walk you through my emotional state: confused, terrorized, frozen, sickly, amnesia like. First off I already felt like throwing up (Flu-ish) so when I saw a box with the description of Charades on it I went white and almost passed out. There was no excitement in my face what so ever, only shear terror. I tried desperately to get out of playing it but my attempts failed. I gave in and played (side note: we have been talking about facing fears for the past six week so I really had no choice, I had to play.) I used to act in plays as a child, but for some reason this game just freaks me out. Imagine going in for a job interview for an airline attendant, you have a slight fear of planes but nothing that would stop you from this job opportunity. The interview goes great and you get the job. You show up to your first day of work and after you have been in the air for about an hour the pilot tells everyone to put their parachutes on. You sit in confusion and terror. You now find your self strapped to another person about to jump out a plane. That is how I felt when I saw the Guesstures game box. My sickness and fear together have caused me to forget half that night anyway. I do remember being in a constant state a prayer, praying for any and every ounce of courage I had. There you have it, one of my foolish fears: The game of Charades, right up there with spiders and sharks, so you know this is for real.
If this is a trend for me this year...well, let's just say I will be doing some pretty crazy things throughout 2012.

-Morgan

#BathroomFears

Always checking the shower before brushing your teeth in fear that some one, or something will attack you as soon as you bend over in the sink.

Homework.

Click here to see epic cat.

I had to listen to this song over and over for my Music Appreciation course. This cat got me through the assignment to say the least.

Here is an extra treat.

Sassy little years we have.

Hello! I hope the new year is treating everyone nicely. I know how years can be a little sassy. The resolutions are hopefully still intact. I have a few general resolutions that I hope to stick with till the end of the year.

1. Eat healthier, and be more active.
When making heathly cookeis expect them to taste like healthy cookies and nothing else. You will be sad if you expect sugary-sweet amazement...That is all I have to say.

2. Develop a good sleeping schedule.
Falling asleep at two in the morning and waking up 5 hours later is apparently bad for you...


3. Be more adventurous.
I have decided that "watching" other people do cool things is most definitely not as fun as "doing" the cool things yourself.

4. Film more
I love filming and documenting things with film and photography, so it only makes sense to explore my talent and expand it as much as I can this year.

5. Find something that I can't do, and conquer it.
I will search for a "thing" that I am unable to do at the moment and give myself a year to dominate it.

Word of 2012- Adventure

Phrase of 2012- Make the most of every opportunity. (Col 4:5)

-Morgan

Life in 2011: Milestones

Wanna know what happens when I lose precious hours of sleep? This, my lovely friends is what happens. I am about to share with you all a few tid-bit stories that are slight milestones in my life in 2011. And on we go...

-I dropped out of my first BIO 101 class after the first day. He was intimidating and made me stand in front of the class and expose my life to a bunch of strangers. He asked me to pour out my life to a group of students whom which I had never met nor did I know what sinister things they could do with my precious information. He should have just planned a sleep over and had us all engaged in a game of truth or dare truth. 

-I got my first F.  In my defense to every question I had my professor proceeded to answer with "That’s just how it is" Excuse me? You are a teacher and I pay money for you to teach me "how it is" If there is no real meaning or purpose behind why this problem came out to this answer then why the heck am I spending all my brain juices trying to figure out a meaningless equation!? Logic math is 10% math, and 90% if P then Q nonsense/anything else pointless you can think of mixed with Egyptian/Chinese/Hebrew number systems. I was very distraught and had countless sleepless nights due to that class. 

-I have never liked my job. Being a cashier at a grocery store is fun and all, but when I am working for people who love their job like captain hook loved peter pan, there’s a problem. I never wanted the job, but when an opportunity is placed in your lap you better take it. I finally made my own decision and left. My last day was the Tuesday before Christmas...I think they wanted to poke me with a pitchfork due to my abandonment. I am now an official "poor college student" I'll have to get another job if I ever want to backpack around Europe ;]

-I survived my philosophy class! I wanted to quite after the whole class bombed the first exam, but I stuck with it. The one thing I pulled from that class was that I have a very different view on Life and God then a lot of people, but my faith is strong and little philosophical remarks will never change my mind about my God. I went through a really emotional period in that class and came out of it even stronger in my belief then ever. (not really my professors goal, but he can deal) 

- I leaped out of my comfort bubble and joined a small group at my church. I don't normally do things on my own so it was a pretty big deal to me. The first night I got there and I was so nervous to walk in. I don’t know what I'm so scared of exactly but it makes me feel sick. I still get anxious even though I’ve been going for over ten weeks now. I am a creature of habit for sure, but inside all I want is to jump into every random adventure I can get my hands on. (Goal for 2012)

There are many more but these are the events that I learned the most from.

-Morgan/SunnyRae

"Herman Cain" — A BLR Soundbite

New Years

What are my plans for this New Year we call 2012. Well I have a few projects I would like to complete/start. As for resolutions, I'll plan those monthly. I mean seriously a whole entire year is a lot of time to screw it all up. So each month i've set a mini goal to accomplish. If all goes as planned by the end of year I should be figuring out what to do with my billion dollars that a team of misfits and I had stolen from the bank... I really don't plan on doing that this year, maybe 2013.
2012 is only lived once, I don't care what you say you can't rewind time, so make the best of it and live it to it's fullest. By that I mean by the end of this year you should look back and say "wow I did all that O_O" instead of "Next year I'm going to all this!"

HAPPY NEW YEAR!

Little Christmas traditions.

My favorite Christmas tradition would be on Christmas eve. My little brother and I would sleep for 5 hours, tops! Whoever woke up first would wake the other (little bro always woke me up), this usually happens around 3am. Then we would dig through our stockings which hung over on the staircase! Mom and Dad always put puzzles and games in them to keep us busy, and would slip in a snack in to keep us out of the pantries. The result of this was my parents finding us passed-out on the couch with stocking stuffers covering the living room floor. Hope you guys had a Merry Christmas!
-Morgan

Y.H.D.C.S.B.G

I have been challenged to create 7 stories, using these 7 words at the beginning of each sentence.  Challenge accepted! #AlisonBurke
1. yellow
2. hairy
3. dolphins
4. card
5. snuggle
6. BAM!
7. go


1. yellow
Yellow. Yellow is a color. Yellow is the color of the dragon living in my basement. Yellow, with it being a sweet and beautiful color, is not often associated with the ferocious dragon I have come to call Santagonti. Yellow is often placed in the category of sunshine and babies, not dragons. Yellow just happens to be Santagonti's favorite color. Yellow, you may ask? Yellow, yes, yellow is in deed his favorite color, for a good reason I may add. Yellow gnomes, you see, are a dragons favorite food! Yellow gnomes eh, bet you didn't know that! Yellow, in my opinion, is an understated color that should be seen as a fierce and dragon-tastic color! The End

2. hairy

Hairy Monsters live under my bed. Hairy Monsters want to eat my head. Hairy Monsters are a dangerous type. Hairy Monsters are known to bite. Hairy Monster all giant and strong. Hairy Monsters sing Beatles songs. Hairy Monsters favor blue eyed blondes. Hairy Monsters hunt in ponds. Hairy Monsters a poem I wrote. Hairy Monster has slit his throat. Hairy Monsters big and small. Hairy Monsters I love them all. The End.


3. dolphins

Dolphins can talk. Dolphins have been speaking for years, but we humans have failed to take the time to listen to what they have to say. Dolphins have been trying to tell us to exterminate shark since forever. Dolphins are quite the smart bunch. Dolphins do in fact have the ability to reach out to us, but in fear of scaring us away or having us all check ourselves into mental institutions they have remained silent. Dolphins know the danger of the these deep sea monsters we call sharks, and I for one think we need to team up with these dolphins to eliminate these evil sharks. Dolphins will rule the world. The End

4. card
Card was the name of a young man who lived on the east-side of the state of Maine in a town called Pinchford. Card lived there with his wife, Sophie. Card was a writer for the local paper, and Sophie was a freelance journalist. Card and Sophie were loved by all the towns people, and were invited to all the parties. Card was planning on throwing a New Years Eve party for the town, but something was about to happen that Card was not expecting. Card, you see, had a pretty rough past: with always being in the wrong place at the wrong time. Card used to live in the streets of New York, dirty dangerous, and filled with unlikely adventure. Card had just turned 18 and thought it was a good idea to go with his, poorly chosen, friends to this abandoned house. (Card, are you stupid??) Card and his band of misfits arrive at the house only to find it burned down. Card was upset to say the least, but what made him even more unsettled was the figure standing behind the pile of burned up home. Card called out to see if the mysterious figure would answer: nothing. Card then proceeded to walk towards it, like any stupid teen in a horror flick would do. Card would soon grow to regret this decision. Card walked up slowly to the figure behind the home and what he saw was none other then the man who had killed his puppy back in 95!! Card was in tears of angry, and joy: anger at the man, joy at the fact that he can now do something about the ridiculous act this man committed. Card was about to beat the man to his death, but the man seemed to be laughing. Card yelled and asked why he was laughing, and to stop this instant! Card then heard something that no man ever wants to hear a mysterious man say: I will see you on New Years, 2012. Card then proceeded to bash the mans head with a stick, then he and his "friends" were on their way. Card had no memory of that night what soever, and the new years eve party went as planned. Card saw that all was going well so he stepped out on the porch to mingle with some guests. Card saw no one there? Card ran inside: they were all gone!? Card became frantic, thinking the town hated him. Card then saw the mysterious puppy killing man. Card screamed, Who are you, and where are my friends!?!?! Card heard the next sentence and shuddered like he had seen a ghost: "They are gone now and wont be coming back." Card broke down in tears. Card asked the man why he had done this, why he killed his puppy. Card looked up and the man had vanished. Card never figured out where his friends had gone, or why his puppy died, but to this day he roams the town in search for the mysterious man with the intentions of introducing him to his last breathes. The End

5. snuggle

Snuggle bear is the newest and greatest toy on the market today! Snuggle bear is the toy that children all over the world would kill for. Snuggle bear caused the worlds biggest riot in recorded history. Snuggle bear drove children to plunder through towns and lock up any one who refused to give them a snuggle bear. Snuggle bear ruined every life over the age of 7. Snuggle bears are now stored in a palace in Indonesia where the toddlers rule over the world. Snuggle bears will be destroyed and the toddlers will soon enough be put in time out. Snuggles bears may have ruined the world for now, but come nap time we elders will rise with a vengeance. The End


6. BAM

BAM, BAM, BAM!! 
"BAM, Billy what on earth are you doing?" 
BAM, your dead!
BAM I'm dead, how am I talking if im dead??
BAM, BAM, BAM, die evil doer!
BAM!
.......bam, ba-ba-am....
BAM muahahah...oh my were you not being serious with the BAMS??

The End


7. go
Harrison and Josh this last one is for you, even if no one else thinks it's funny you guys will =^] Link->http://youtu.be/uE5xZKszXMQ

Go. Go to the house on the corner of Apple St. Go enter the house through the backdoor. Go explore the house for I have hidden a treasure of great meaning within it. Go to the front and to the back. Go to the back to the front. Go look under sofas, and beds, and tables. Go find what I have hidden. Go get what you have found and bring it to me. Go, now I must enjoy my biscuits with, asdlkjdfiji, breathe ommm biscuits ain't for jam!!! The End

#PokerFaceSituation

Pretending you know where you're going when in reality part of you is dying in the inside cause you are hopelessly lost.

Finals Week.

Professer: Alright class your final exam will consist of one essay question...

Student: *sigh of relief

Professor: ...over everything you have learned in this class. 

Student: *Blank stare* *whimpers*

Professor: I advise you to use your notes as a study guide.

Student: *Digs for note book.

Notes: 100 things to do before I die.

           556 reason why I dislike this class.

           picture of a flying turtle

Student: I'm screwed.

NYC: Where Santas roam free and Bearded men drive.

This past saturday I was in New York City for a day along with thousands of IMPOSTOR Santas, who were loud, rowdy, drunk, and absolutely hilarious. I felt a little left out...you know, being the minority of people not dress up as a christmas character. Many visit New York for the shopping experience, it's the obvious thing to do. So to contribute to this stereotype I made myself a delightful little bag of sweets, yes I bought candy (One of a select few items that when purchased can bring sheer joy to my face, the others being cameras, watches, rings, sunglasses and dresses. oh and make-up) Spending 20 minutes trying to get a taxi-cab is frustrating but makes for a good story to tell the family...I was about to sit in the middle of the street with a sign saying "Stop or I die due the impact of your vehicle. P.S I will have my friend be a witness of this murderous act that you committed and send you to jail." That plan fell through for obvious reasons. I will leave you with this crumb of advice: Don't stare at a mans beard, especially if the man is in a car, with another bearded man in the backseat.

-Morgan aka SunnyRae

Lisa Frank

The most inspirational paragraph I have feasted my eyes upon.

          "Lisa Frank is not the name of a woman, it is the name of a movement, a culture, a way of living. It is a theory, a concept, a belief in something greater than yourself. It is the belief that all girls are entitled to dolphins covered with rainbows, jewel-encrusted frogs, and unicorns in acid-trip colors hugging each other. It is the ideology that no notebook is complete until it literally hurts your eyes to look at from so much color saturation. It is the hope that no school supply, no matter how insignificant, will be left un-bedazzled. It is the knowledge that your eraser cap, and that of your granddaughter’s, and her granddaughter’s after her, will not be some boring little nub–it will be a diamond covered with butterflies in a rainbow of colors. It is the dream of a better tomorrow."


Found at: http://thoughtcatalog.com/2011/10-things-90s-kids-will-have-to-explain-to-their-children/#.TtRaTqe-l2i.twitter

"These are a few of my favorite things"

These are my twelve favorite things about Christmas.


Christmas music
fire places
wrapping presents
holiday movies
snow adventures
Christmas lights
telling strangers "Merry Christmas"
Christmas cookies
ugly Christmas sweaters
gingerbread houses 
staying up for Santa
family & friends

20 years of living.

November 26, 2011

I'm 20!! Can you believe it? It feels like just yesterday I was a 16 years old dreaming of the day I could drive my own car, all by my lonesome. Now as I am 20 I wish that people would drive me around so I wouldn't have to spend money on this dag-on expensive gas!? This upcoming year of my life is going to spectacular, I can feel it in muh bones...

Evil Steam.

I'm never boiling water again!!! Never!!

You can give me wood, matches, and a field and I won't get burned. You give me noodles, a pot, and boiling water and you would think I was trying to boil my hand off. Steam is the devil of all water elements. As I type this my thumb is throbbing in excruciating pain. From this day on I will NEVER make noodles without the right protective gear aka supervision.

Bucket List #2

To spend one (or more) year(s) of my life traveling the world.

Documenting it as I go. 

Taking more pictures then my camera can contain. 

Meeting thousands of new people. 

Making memories. 

Trying new things.

 Longboarding in Spain. (When I learn). 

Collecting a million tourist stickers.

 Exploring the world God created to it's fullest. 

All I need is: a travel partner, time, camera, luggage, money, and a map :)

11/11/11

At 11:11pm I will, for the first time ever (upon this hour), make a wish. I see it as an event where I will wish for whatever earthly material thing I want! Oh the decisions that need to be made with in this next hour...