No, no. You don’t seem to understand. You’re still shipped (at least by me, I won’t speak for Shelbi) with fizzylimon, just at the moment it is a non-romantic ship. You would make great friends as well as boyfriend and girlfriend pair. Also, the Magical Doctors ship has a much, much better ship name. It simply cannot be compared. Also it is ‘canon’ so to speak and you seem to refuse to make FizzyLyssa the same. So, to recap, you are shipped romantically with Steven-David-Tennant-look-a-like and non-romantically with Steve-kpop-lover-and-vlogger
“…you simply refuse to make FizzyLyssa the same.”
Dear sister, let’s recall my fangirling over Steven and how lucky I am that that ship has managed to sail. Do you think I can pull that off twice even in a non-romantic sense? I do not. I am more than content. I’m practically puking rainbows with joy.
David-Tennant-lookalike Steven played an amusing joke on Kristen and I the other night at like 10pm when we got out of chem lab. He was several feet yards away and when we looked at him, he kept his hands over his eyes and didn’t move. When we looked away, he got closer. This kept up until we caught on and it was clearly going to take all night for him to actually reach us.
Also, you’re the one who came up with the name “The Magical Doctors”, so I think you’re just a little biased there. Shelbi does agree last I checked. The Magical Doctors themselves are okay with this, not that we have any say.
I have an odd relationship with my younger and only blood-related sister (my cousins are basically my siblings too, but that’s for a different post).
We had a debate on whether or not tree trunks are brown.
I fail to imagine her complexly. Instead, I imagine her as a dancing jar of peanut butter because of the pronunciation of “gif”.
I bestowed the nicknames Jabberwocky and Pipsqueak upon her. As well as Cupcake and Pancake.
When we were little, I named her cat Silver because she failed to understand that you cannot name a cat a new name every day.
I taught her phonics when she was 3-4. I was 6-7. She wanted to play Barbies, but I was dead-set on making sure that girl was educated. I don’t think I helped, but English is one of her strongest subjects last I checked. Maybe I did. I don’t know.
She calls my hair “Rainbow” and considers me to be a quality of myself. I am sometimes very Alyssa while others I am not-so-Alyssa, yet that makes me all the more Alyssa. Andrea’s descriptions are very Andrea. This makes more sense if you know how she talks. Her vocal quirks make this a very special thing to mention.
She is confused when I make my bed because I tend to make it at “odd” times. I do this every day. When I make it in the morning, she’s confused because I “always” do it at night. When I do it at night, she’s confused because nighttime is an “odd” time to make my bed.
She is adorable and cute, and she makes me laugh because she dislikes those adjectives intensely.
We disagree on what happened one night a few years ago. Being the one who was awake, I would argue that my side of the story is correct. Here’s what I saw happen: It was late at night and I was going to bed. At this time, she would have been sleeping for a couple hours. As I walked by her bed and went to the bathroom where I turned on the light, she sat up and said something like “Hello” and laid back down. I was slightly freaked out. When I asked her in the morning, she denied this happening. We still disagree on this matter.
We walk in many of the same nerd circles. Mostly we watch the same vloggers.
She is often loud and oblivious. I have often startled her because I’ve walked into the room, sat on my bed, and started talking to her. Sometimes my cousins and I stare at her and talk until she realizes we’ve been talking to/about her. She’s learned to take the teasing and teases right back. Fiery is a good descriptive word for her personality.
I used to call her hair hypotenuse. It’s more like mermaid hair now, in my opinion. Short mermaid hair. She has quite a head of hair.
She used to punch my arm on the way to school. Repeatedly. I don’t know why.
I once slammed a door in her face because she stood to close to it. I also once slammed a van door on her arm or head or something. I have already apologized, I think. If not, sorry Cupcake.
She’s actually right sometimes.
I make hats for her. I ask her about new possible designs so often that when I asked her what she wanted for dinner, she replied, “hats,” on instinct.
Our faces look somewhat similar, but we’re nearly opposites in every other way from eye color to personality to skin type. Nearly.
I remember more of her childhood than she does. She can take a test without breaking a sweat and do quite well on it, draw and write nicely, and talk more loudly than anyone I know.
I must finish things. She might finish a thing. Example: She spent several months nibbling at Brisingr while reading dozens of other books voraciously. It’s a crying shame. I almost hid her library card since she comes home with a large stack of library books every week.
She’s primarily picky about food while I’m primarily picky about everything else.
Our conversations can be funny, but we often end up debating. I do not like being wrong or thinking that someone else is wrong.
Often our conversations end in my flailing or an unintentionally funny yet horribly bad joke which makes her think for a second, smile, smile wider, giggle, laugh, and finally laugh hysterically. I leave on that high note. Once I’ve made her laugh like that, I have done my job.
For this job, I get Skittles.
I like to strike that pose from Ulala Session’s “Beautiful Night” music video. This is just one of the things I do to try to make her laugh. I do a lot of bad attempts at dance moves in an attempt to make her laugh and earn Skittles. To name a couple more, there is the water bottle pose and also my poor Juliette, ~oh move. I know one seriously cool move. Not entertaining enough for her. I will try and try again.
She cooks creatively. I don’t mean badly. I mean creatively. If you would like an elaboration, ask her.
She got me into YGOTAS. I don’t regret that. I think she appreciates it as well.
In order to have access to my memory bank, I joke that she has to watch k-pop videos I send her. I sometimes fill her ask until she asks me what I’m talking about. I like to watch her reaction to k-pop very much.
I also LOVE pranking her. Usually these pranks simply involve putting post-its in various places. Because of the song “Turtles Swim Surprisingly Fast”, I put drawings of turtles all over her guitar. It took her 4 days to notice, as I recall. It may have been 3. I put a post-it on the ceiling. It was a week and a half before I broke down and told her.
In a little while I might miss her since she has gone off to a university in a different state. (She left the house before me. Weird, I know.) I will do everything in my power to continue being annoyingly loquacious and full of flails via Skype likely. I’ll be a bit too enthusiastic about science that I don’t yet completely understand but cannot help but share. It’ll be like we’re not even separated by a couple states. I have the will, so I will find a way to continue communicating.
Seriously, I have a neat sister. I’ve had this post sitting around for a while because I wanted to get several little things into it and as a way of saying that I’m not completely heartless and I do love my sister. I can’t remember all of it all at once, but I think this is plenty to remind her of these things and to show a bit of how much fun we have. Some people are still under the impression that I am horribly mean to her or some such bs. You can ask her. She and the guys tease me way more than I tease all of them combined. We used to fight. Those days are mostly over. Now, I enjoy her company far more. Honestly, I wouldn’t trade her for all the Skittles in the world. That’s the truth.
Pancake, I hope you enjoyed all that sap. If it buttered you up, I will accept payment in Skittles per usual. You’re not exactly sweet on puns or the nickname “Cupcake”, so I will understand if you didn’t enjoy bites of it. Remember: you have to take the entire stack into account. I don’t think I’ve made enough puns, but I will spare you the rest.
Have fun in college Cupcake! If you’re not Andrea, I hope you have someone with whom to be silly. Several someones preferably.
Your mission is to make spaghetti. Your aunt left spaghetti, sauce, and ground turkey with Italian seasoning for you to accomplish your task. But you like to go above and beyond, and you promised your cousin brownie trifle like months ago. Maybe even years. It has been a while.
1. Decide around…
You amuse me. Also, I have decided to ignore this entire post and go with the incredibly inaccurate but to me better theory that you use magic to make food appear (and often burn) when I’m not looking. It is part of your magical skills, most of which I forget at the moment, but still feel have been acknowledged in some of our conversations. The hilarious way things bounce off of you is one of them, I think. Do you remember what your magical skills are? There are at least a few, I know. I’m going to add your fairy smell to the list, I think.
Ahem. I am MAGICALBAKINGPAN. Of course I use magic to make food appear. The burning is because magic isn’t 100% effective. And timers are for chumps.
I don’t remember all of my magical skills, but I accept those. I’ll let you know.
First words to Shelbi on Skype: Your horse is amazing?
Please. That is probably not in the top 20 (at least) of odd things you have said to me or phrases we have said in our conversations. For example, almost every message I get from you on tumblr is both stranger and more amusing than that.
I wasn’t point out the strangeness. I was pointing out that I dared to question that Shelbi’s horse is amazing. It’s not quite a crime, but if you’d seen her horse, you would not even think of questioning how amazing it is. It is the epitome of amazing.
This is basically the sequel to this. Andrea, my dear sister, has been subject to my lotion rants lately, so this is for her. I could say negative things about CVS lotion and all sorts of other products, but I don’t want to pick on products for not working for me. I’d rather rave about some of…
I like how you have all these preferences and girly habits in this area. You’re one of those people who leave the bathroom smelling like I imagine a fairy would smell, if they existed.
I have very few preferences or habits in this sort of thing, and no real brand preferences. I like coconut shampoo and conditioner because it reminds me of Dad and I like strawberry shampoo because I have a bad sense of smell so it’s the only thing that I can use and actually smell the difference in my hair (and it smells nice). Otherwise, I don’t really care - electric or [manual?] toothbrush, other scents of shampoo and conditioner, brush or comb, etc. I don’t like lotion for various reasons. I don’t like putting products in my hair unless it’s a special occasion. I like a little hair dye because the kind you use smells fruity and adds a splash of color and non-anxiety-inducing change. It’s a small way to frequently try new things. I have a similar policy to yours about nail polish - I don’t like it on my hands, (though I occasionally put some on out of boredom and leave it for maybe a half hour or so before taking it off) but I like nail polish on my toenails during summer because it just looks nice and doesn’t bother me for some reason (it also uses up the nail polish otherwise gathering dust in a drawer).
Your ways amuse me, Alyssa. I’m inclined to want to offer you Skittles for their seeming silliness (bytheway, I feel like I owe you Skittles salary for something, but I can’t remember what).
I am a fairy and I want to SPARKLE! (Just tell me when that gets old.)
Take comfort in that when I see my boyfriend, I smell nice. See? I’m not totally inept in the attracting guys department.
This is basically the sequel to this. Andrea, my dear sister, has been subject to my lotion rants lately, so this is for her. I could say negative things about CVS lotion and all sorts of other products, but I don’t want to pick on products for not working for me. I’d rather rave about some of the ones I like.
Andrea, I hope you enjoy the uncharacteristically girly raving.
I adore toothpaste, my toothbrush, and floss. I’m not too picky about any of it. However, mint is my preference for all. Yes, even mint-colored toothbrushes. I just have a bunch of mint-colored toothbrushes from the dentist. I can roll with that. After all, I want to be in mint-condition.
St. Ives has become my favorite company for two things: lotion and facial cleansing/scrubbing stuff. Oatmeal & Shea Butter Body Lotion? You’re my favorite. Apricot Facial Scrub? The rest pale in comparison. I can’t start my nightly routine (scrub face, brush teeth, floss) without it. Well, I can, but I don’t like to. It feels wrong.
I have just discovered Organix’s Healing Cherry Blossom Rice Milk Cashmere Body Creme, and I like to smell it. It smells so good that I curl up my knees to smell them. That’s not weird at all. I still prefer St. Ives for moisturizing purposes, but this lotion just smells surprisingly wonderful. I do wonder why it shimmers ever so slightly. I mean, I don’t want to sparkle and I’m not against sparkling, but I don’t feel the particular need for any shimmering at all. This lotion is a bit fussy and completely girly, but I like it. I’ll likely stick with St. Ives after I use it up though. It’s just my soul lotion, I currently feel.
I don’t know the name of what I use to style my hair, but it’s by Tresemme and I love it so much that I have a small box of it since I couldn’t find it in stores after the one time I bought it. I’m set for a couple years, I think. It makes my hair better. It fights frizz, softens the texture of my hair, and hugs my waves (or curls if my hair is feeling more kinky). Good stuff for me.
Punky hair dye. Oh. My. Punk. I am not myself without it. When I have to part from this stuff, it will be a sad, sad day.
Nail polish is my friend when I’m sitting at the computer and don’t feel like knitting, and am in the mood for some more color. It is my enemy at all other times. I just like having clean nails. It feels right.
I suppose all that prescription stuff for my face deserves a mention. I am proud of it for actually working. A cheer for Differin. Hip hip hooray! A cheer for Clindamycin. Hip hip hooray! And an honorary cheer for St. Ives Apricot Facial Scrub because it helps too. Yay!
What about shampoo or conditioner? I love my aunt for choosing good ones.
I love the way my comb glides through my hair and then tackles tangles. I don’t really need a hairbrush. Just my forest green and off-white wide-toothed comb.
Most of all, I love my toothbrush. It will soon be time to change it, but I care for each one.
|Me:||These greens are very. . . green. It's kale! That's why it looks so weird!|
|Andrea (my sister):||We have kale? We could make kale chips!|
|Andrea:||What? [questioning my facial expression] Ka--|
|Me:||Shushshshshsh. We're clearly sisters because I was thinking the exact same thing!|
|Andrea:||What?! Has this ever happened before?|
|Me:||I've never even had kale chips.|
|Andrea:||Neither have I.|
Finally someone appreciates my humor. Andrea offered to pay me in gum and I requested Skittles instead. So Skittles for flailing around the house. Cool.
Comedy club, here I come.
artistwriter asked: I feel tumblr will be crucial to you maintaining your position of top Amusement Giver when I am at Walla Walla.
I can twist Andrea’s words to mean that I have Annoying Fandom Spreading Syndrome (AFSS).
|Previous classmates:||The gamer|
|Shelbi:||Anyone who knows Amy Pond or an Amy Pond lookalike.|
|Kristen:||Idk, but I like Michael J. Fox's voice and you can't have him!|
|Me:||That's not a type.|
|Grandparents:||A good Adventist guy. Probably a doctor, or at least is in the medical field in some way.|
|The rest of my family:||The Nice Guy. *Must have family-approved morals and a quick wit*|
|Me:||The nerd. Duh.|
|The nerd:||Not. Me.|
|Me:||He'll marry me after I seduce him with my cake. (That's not a euphemism. I've been told that I make a good cake.)|
We went to the library today, but we were early, so we sat on a bench. This little girl started screaming “I want a chocolate malt, daddy. A chocolate malt! A chocolate malt! MALT! MALT! CHOCOLATE! MALT! I WANT A CHOCOLATE MALT. Are you asking me what I want from that restaurant? A CHOCOLATE MALT! NOW. I WANT A CHOCOLATE MALT. MALT. MALT. MALT. MALT. MALT. MALT. MALT. CHOCOLATE MALT.” It went on for several minutes. When she wasn’t doing that, she was running up to the library door, checking the clock, and begging her dad for her library card. That man has the patience of a saint. He was controlling her fairly well when he wasn’t trying to do something like return a book, answer a call, or find said library card. He used a calm voice and she would calm down for a few seconds until she found something else to scream about.
Then there was this really little girl with her mom. When they realized they were early, the mom told her daughter to walk up and down these 3 steps so that she could practice walking. That kid was so happy that stairs existed. When she finished getting up the stairs, she’d jump and smile. Or if she went down to fast and stumbled, she’d smile and say, “Oops!”
Children, I do not need you in my life right now, but thank you for making the wait so much more interesting.
I haven’t finishedDeathly Hallowsyet. I think I’ll finish tomorrow. I read much less of it than I thought I would. I need book breaks too sometimes.
Anyway, I came back from the library with Billions and Billions and The Demon-Haunted World both by Carl Sagan, and Girl At Sea by Maureen Johnson. After these, I’ll either start James A. Owen’s Mythworld series or I’ll dive into Convivium by Andrew E. Maugham. Convivium is a beast, but I want to be able to say I read it.
I can’t wait until my friends watch DeliciousCinnamon’s videos. My cousins can’t appreciate my yelling of “hit to key!” as they’re replaying Pokemon Stadium.
I need to rewatch those videos. They are hilarious, and I only got to…
I’m hesitant to admit that I do not watch hankgames. Give me time. Once I’m done reading a few more books, I’m going to want to marathon knit for a while. YGXTAS is on my list too, worry not. And whatever “Marik Plays Bloodlines” is. May as well see why you mention it so often.
I feel I have a bit of mermaid hair because of how the blue turned out. I like it. ^_^
My sister is pretty and has pretty hair. I’m not just saying that because I helped her dye it. It looks quite good on her.