Tuesday, April 7, 2009

before a continuation of my previous post, I want it known that Quinn is dressed as a steriotipical farmerboy/baby: diaper, overalls, and not a stitch else. ;) Anywhat(anyway, anywho, anywhere, anywhen, ect.), bach te-oo ar sketch-ial-ed poost.

I do indeed have another set of grandparents, who coincidently live in the same city, not a ten minute walk from each other. Their names are Pauline and Bill House. I gave them their grand-parenting names: Nana and Papa. Nana also lectures me about loosing weight and eating healthy as the three of us eat our way through enough food to satisfy five people. Then she makes me walk home. After a movie. Papa plays chess with me every day possible, walks with me on sunny days, and takes me to movies that are so awsome. He is the best chess player I know, because out of the top ten best chess players I have played, he is the only one I havent beaten more than he beat me. Indeed, the first time I won, it was in four moves using Blitzcreage, which he knew how to counteract with one move after the first time he ever saw it, and the second time was about four months ago, and he was getting over the flu, hadent slept well in five days, and hadent eaten all day. Hey, if I see an oportunity, I take it. True, he offered, but I accepted. Well, thats it for regularly seen family. Now for the cousins. Heather is my large, overwhelming and overwhelmed, female elder cousin. She has about the same sense of humor as me, and so we have a lot of fun when we get together. Every conversation we have either is deadly serious, 100% normal, or very swiftly devolves into hysterical laughter. I once started an hour long bout of laughter with her that we still can laugh about nearly a year later with a single word. She told me a joke that was not all that good, was very dirty, but still deserved a good laugh. To her suprise, I stayed silent. After a short pause that was probably very confusing to her, she turned her head to look at me at the exact same time I did the same. The moment our eyes met, I said very quietly but very vehmently, one word: "Impetuous." We both instantly burst into laughter. When I had settled down, I looked at her and did it again. I'm still laughing about it as I type it!
I'll have more next time. Sorry about the wait!

Sunday, March 22, 2009

firs major blog

My blogging skills, quite frankly, suck. Period. Geez, I havent even told anything about myself. My name is Zaven, pronounced like raven with a "Z" instead of "R". I'm 15. I love to either stay up past everyone else so I can read without the interuption of family, or get up way early for the same reason. School can be fun, awful, long, horrendously tedious/boring, or all rolled into one. I suck at all sports on land or air, but I'm ok at swimming. My house looks like a minor tornado went through without actually breaking it (A.K.A. its a mess),and my hair usually looks about the same, but without the trash and miscelanious objects. My organizational skills are abominable(yes, like the snowman), but I like it that way. Usually. I have three siblings, a brother and two sisters, named Lightning Quinn, age 2, Zoe Linsky, age 4, and Kathryn Calypso, usually known as Caly, age 11. No, make that 12. she just yelled at me for having to ask her age, because I asked her yesterday and my memory sucks. I blame the spoonful of ice cream my dad fed me before I could eat solid foods. My parents are awsome, not something that you can say about average parents, and they can be quite eccentric when having fun. I say eccentric not because they are rich or influencial, like Hammond from Jurrasic Park, but because they are too awsome to be weird. Some times my dad really pushes the fine line between "ew, cool" eccentric and "aw, sick!" disgusting. Never let your guard down when he's in a good mood. In fact, never sit beside him in the car when he's in a good mood. still, he's awsome. My mom takes me to awsome places that you would never dream of, and she can find almost any thing for half its price or less using an armada of coupons, a squadron of websites, a legion of rebates, and an inteligence network that spans the continental U.S. and is composed entirely of her friends. Seriously, how cool is that? And the beauty of my parents is... Neither has ever had a divorce or other major relationship problem. Now your thinking, "come on, not even one?" no. not one.
My granddad, however, was a pain in the a#@ near the end, by all accounts. He was a bit senile(rode an electric wheel chair on the highway, drove cars with bad brakes, etc.), but he still managed to get across the fact that he loved me and caly (sibs not born then). He would take us to Native American Artifact shows many miles away, auctions where he would literaly buy us anything we wanted, and for our birthdays he would give us museum-worthy crystals and artifacts worth fifty or a hundred dollars. He died of four major heart attacks in as many days, seven years after a stroke that doctors said meant he had seven days to live, if he was lucky. My take on it is that he was both too nice, too crazy,too mean, and too much fun to die. Like Rasputin, but more nice and fun.
My grandma is a retired college professor of socioligy. She takes us to as many places as she can, lets us help her only if she is at the utter limit, and never lets us lose weight while she can still cook, though she urges us to at every opertunity. She takes us to the movies at least once a month, if not twice. In the summer, she takes us to, as I remember, the last drive in theater in Kentucky, and all her major christmas presents to me cost fifty dollars or more.
Oops, I gotta help clean. Thats all for this week.

Thursday, January 22, 2009

savage blogger website, then Pachelbel

savage blogger website. I tried to post yesterday, and it wouldn't let me! How cruel! now I'm too upset to do much but repeat what I was going to say yesterday!

A few months ago, my mom was looking at some of her favorite songs on YouTube, when she came to pachelbel's canon. If you have never heard it fully, or at all, click here: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hOA-2hl1Vbc. (a beter version is at http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6wpPk8qk3uQ)After she had listened to it, she saw something in the "related" column. It was labeled "pachelbel's bedtime". Of course, about three seconds later I heard wild laughter. Soon, I was called in, along with my sister. We too, were consumed by hysterical laughter. Before I put the link up, I must ask you if you want to here a song as awesome as Pachelbel's canon defaced, because this defaces it in a spectacular manner. If, by any chance, you do, seek psychiatric help, then take a bath in monkey poo. Trust me, monkey poo baths are the best cure for idiocy. Then go to http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6Zw8VTlxk9E. Then, a few days ago, I found reason to beleave that all music is cheesy rip-offs of pachelbel. I found it at http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JdxkVQy7QLM&NR=1. Now I'm going to leave you to think about that last one, because he really has a point. And my apologies to the violinists, and I know how you feel, cellists, because I play it, too.

Saturday, January 17, 2009

I SEE YOU SAM! THOU ART FOLLOWING ME! THINE IMPERTINECE SHALL GET THEE NAUGHT! but don't stop.its kinda fun to do a spychotic rant over the internet occasionaly. I'm not trying to run you off. Try the ranting. its fun! : )
badap ba ba ba, i'm blogin' it! Finaly, after a long week of school, we get a cold day. No, not a snow day, where the snow is so deep you can't go to school, a cold day, where it is so cold that just the short wait for the school bus can give you major frostbite, so the school just lets everyone stay home. Not only is this the first day in seven years that it got this cold here, or the second time in as many years that we had a day off in winter, or even that it is the first time it coincided with a weekend. It coincides with the weekend that has MLK, Jr. day directly afterwards. YEEEEEEEE-HAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!!!

"Shoo, shoo, I have to mingle."
~jim butcher as Harry Dresden
"Holy brillig and slithy toves, Batman."
~jim butcher as Harry Dresden

Sunday, January 11, 2009

I am so silly. I was just now trying to find my blog, so I could do today's post, and somehow I got to my mom's blog! Any-who, I just got started on this, and i've already got two followers. It's a small world out there, with waaaay too many people for its size. Still, it's gratifying to know that people know about me.

And now for the quote of the day:

"Nobody shoots at Santa Claus."-- Alfred E. Smith

By the way, I will be using http://www.quotemountain.com/quotes/ for my quote of the days, so if you want to see more, there you go.

Saturday, January 10, 2009

Yay! first blog!

Yay! I've finally got my personality on the web! more later, too busy now.