Skittles R.I.P.

My beautiful, smart, cocky friend Alice graciously told me out of the goodness of her heart to write about Skittles. Yes I was told to write about skittles. Why I was told to execute this task, however, is still unknown. According to dictionary.com skittles are:
Skittles –noun Chiefly British.

1.	skittles, (used with a singular verb) ninepins in which a wooden ball or disk is used to knock down the pins.

2.	one of the pins used in this game.

Erm, ok. Don't they mean bowling?
Yes, I realize that by saying that I have labeled myself as the average American. Shit.
Anyways, I am sure that most reading my blog will think of skittles as a candy that at first glance would seem to be a rip off of M&Ms. But no, they are fruity while M&Ms are chocolaty. That's the one and only difference that I can think of.

little Aside from being a beloved candy, or a random game from Britain that I am to American to recognize as anything deeper that bowling while there are oodles of people drinking tea. (Just Kidding. I'm not that stupid) Skittles have a deeper meaning. I have no clue if Alice, that lovablescallywag, intended for me to write about. In fact, I am certainly hoping that she did not, for I find it a little hard to write about. Up until a few months ago, my family was in the possession of a Bearded Dragon named Skittles. Yes, Skittles hardly ever moved, and until his death in January we all took him for granted, but I would truly like to tribute Skittles in this blog and ask you to hold a moment for the lost life of an honorable lizard.

Sardines

Alas, Sunday was the last day of my church's youth group season, which meant we could hardly not play sardines. Sardines, if you don't know, is possibly the best game on the planet. It is played like hide and go seek, but two people hide together, and when they are found, the finder must hide with them, which when you have enough people that find them, can get rather, erm, awkward. The game we played last night, takes the cake in awkardidity, though. My group consisted of Jeremy and Drew, (Alice, do discuss this with me later, my blog comments are not the place) and we won. We found the hiders first. They were in the bathroom, standing on the toilets. I had bear feet. So, there I was, standing on a public toilet with no shoes on. O dear. Soon, we were joined by others. There were at least five people in each stall, even more by the end, all standing on the toilet. Yes, I am sure, especially after telling multiple peers this same story, that whatever scallywag (yo ho!) is reading my blog does not share the same hilarity that I find in this story, but still. I had a hearty laugh... and I used half a bar of soap trying to clean my feet.

Impossiblility and Repetitivity

Yes, I have been sucked into the craze of the Impossible Quiz.
Okay, I actually got sucked in a while ago, but I recently started playing it again.
It is addicting. Everytime I lose I immediately start playing again, thinking that for sure I will make it this time. I am yet to beat it. Which I find rather sad. But knowing that many other greats have been in the same situation as I have, and succeeded, makes me feel as though this is hope. Was it not our very own Theodore Roosevelt that said, "It is hard to fail, but it is worse never to have tried to succeed."? I'm not quite sure if that quote really applies itself that well to this situation, but its the best I could find after searching "Inspirational Quotes" on Google and clicking on the first promising looking website I could find.
Also something new and big in the world wide web, Charlie and the Unicorn. The second.
Now, I cannot truthfully say that I really liked the first one, but I'm sure I would appreciate it more if it was not played until I could recite every line and it would play endlessly in my head as I tried to sleep. But, after seeing the video 4 whole times, I would say that despite being hilarious the first two times, it loses its thunder after a while.. and you get that annoying song stuck in your head. But not even the whole song, just the first part where they're like "Put a banana is your ear (a banana in my ear) just put a ripe banana your ear!"
Seriously though, I think that Jeremy will forever be the true banana king...

If I was the proud owner of a dragon...

With little topics to write about, I turned to my faithful and ever supportive readers (turns out that I actually have two!) for inspiration. After much debate on what and what I should not put in my blog, we concluded that I should discuss what would happen if yours truly had a dragon. 

1. Because my backyard is space limited, I would either put him/her into a specially designed care center in Scandinavia or have him/her torch my neighbor's houses. Preferably the latter.

2. On the subject of feeding my pet, I don't that I would like him/her to eat animals, for I myself am a vegetarian, so I suppose I'd either find a diet of healthy greens or simply feed it sixth graders.

3. On May 23, 2008, I would send my dragon to eat George W. Bush

4. The next day, my dragon would morph into a cat.  

5. After morphing back, my dragon, Grendal, as I have affectionally named it, will forever reign as the king of New York

6. In Buswona, (see earlier post, Buswona) Grendal will be named Secretary of Evil and our national defender. 

7. I will teach Grendal to become a lap dragon. 

8. I will paint Grendal rainbow colors. 

9. Grendal and I will die together fighting valiantly against Saladfingers, The Evil Conquerer of the North (but we'll still win cuz she like Colin Johnson in the Primary School.)

I think that this will be all.