Saturday, October 20, 2012

Friends

You know that you are supposed to be someone's friend by how often you have the exact same reaction to things. For example, I took Tyranica to this new Japanese/Korean BBQ place that I went to with Miserella. Well, the parking lot is behind the restaurant so you can take this entrance into a creepy looking storage place, and when I pulled in, Tyranica said, "This looks really sketchy. Are you going to murder me right now?" I just laughed because when Miserella pulled into the same place, I said, "This place is total sketch! Are you bringing me here to kill me?" Miserella just smiled and nodded yes. To which, I replied, "Well, fair warning; I will kill you before you ever kill me." Because I'm all about self-defense. If someone tries to kill you, you try to kill them right back!
Another prime example of this, is also when Miserella walked into the bathroom to get ready for her night out, and she was full on wearing a mumu, so I called her old lady. When Tyranica came over, she also said, "Nice looking mumu. Are you an old lady now?" Haha! That is why I love my friends.
^_^ Tish

Friday, October 12, 2012

GNO with Tryranica!

Hey there! I know it's been a little while, but it's that time of year when the weather turns rainy, and all your teachers give you tests on the same week! Well, it also happens to be Homecoming week. My friend, Tyranica, wanted to go to a dancing/singing show, and it was pretty much going to be the highlight of my fall break. We ate Japanese food, and decided we needed to go back to China together, and rocked out to some Korean music. Wow! That was a lot of Asia right in there... ^_^ The best part about this Girls' Night Out is that there is a sequel! Tonight, we are going to a Halloween Carnival, and maybe a dance. Hopefully, I can catch me a man while we are out. ;)

Sunday, September 23, 2012

Happy Sunday!

So I believe it is a real tragedy because my sister Ophelia is definitely funnier than I am...
The other day when I got home from school, Miserella was sitting at the table doing homework of some sort, and I am not entirely sure how it came about, but we got into a tussle. Miserella asked me, "What are you doing?" while I was twisting her arms about. I exclaimed, "WINNING!" And I most certainly was able to take her down, and then I sat on her. She claims that she would have won had she not been laughing so hard, but I know better. The best part of the story is that during the whole thing, I was on the phone with Ophelia.
Well, today has definitely been a day of rest for me, and I have been practicing my drawing skills. Check out my awesome self-portrait in the style of the Monster High cartoons. I love those things. Yours 'til the wrestling matches, Tish ^_^

Saturday, September 22, 2012

My Very Favorite Pet

Ophelia here. I must first apologize for this being my first post. My sister hashed this scheme to start a blog together last year and I've only just recently been given my password to get on here. Morticia has been doing a pretty good job of keeping it up, so, good for her. So, moving right along and with much purpose, the reason she/we started this blog is because, well, we're hilarious. Sitcom moments are a norm in our lives. I'll be honest, it's not the kind of sitcom everyone would enjoy, but we enjoy it, and would definitely watch it, so we're throwing it out into the blogging universe for any who choose to laugh at us. Or with us. But most likely at us. The moments we wish to share are those like when I was visiting my sister and she came into her room and said, "I just went into the bathroom and looked through all the cabinets for my cereal. I couldn't find it...". Now, you're guess is as good as mine as to why her cereal would be in her bathroom cabinets. Ok, I'm now going to recount the story that started the decision to make this blog. It's funny to us, it might be to you. If it is, leave a comment. We like our egos to have a stroking every now and then. If you don't, we will delete your comment and pretend like it never happened as that is what we do with any and all criticism of our work. So, here it goes:

I returned home from a 4 day vacation to find Morticia playing her Christmas Power Rangers Samurii game. She greeted me with, “Ok so this is, you smell like poop.” Unfortunately I had decided that morning that I needed more fiber in my diet because it’s all the rage and found that my intestines did not agree with that notion as they were making an excessive amount of uncomfortable gas. So, though her exclamation was true, it is looked down upon in most societies to point out when someone has noxious gas. So I went for a fake, slow-mo slap. Morticia blocked this, hitting my right inner arm.
I inhaled a sharp breath and gasped, “You hit me right on my bruise!” To which Morticia’s reply was to push on the bruise. “AH! How DARE you?!”
Then, Monday called Morticia’s phone. She accidentally hung up. Not to be deterred, Monday called my phone. I handed it to Morticia as it was obviously for her since she was called first.
“This is Morticia. Ok, but I don’t think that’s going to be possible.” She hung up the phone and handed it back to me while saying, “Monday says to be quiet.”
“Nope, not possible,” was my reply.
Morticia then pushed my bruise. Again.
Quickly, as though she knew she’d just done something HORRIBLY wrong, like poking a sleeping angry red dragon in the eye she exclaimed, “It was Monday!” In my second least refined moment I stated, “That’s it. I’m going to stink up your room.” As the race to Morticia’s room ensued she yelled, “NO! It was Monday! Go get her!” Morticia, with her unholy cat-like reflexes, got in the door first and with both arms on the door jamb blocked my way. I, hands on her back, pushed with all my might to force the wedged, hysterical girl into her room. My curse-ed socks did not allow this and I helplessly slipped, one foot after the other, as though walking in place. After several unsuccessful tries to infiltrate the room, I turned so we were back to back, cheeks to cheeks. Morticia continued her pitiful plea, “IT WAS MONDAY!!” I obviously replied, “NO IT WASN’T!” Both of us were giggling uncontrollably in the struggle. I saw my perfect opportunity when my cheeks slid onto her thigh. Now this is my number one unrefined moment of which I am somewhat ashamed to be putting up for public display, but I’m going to for the sake of comedy. I let one go.
 It was highly effective, though completely distasteful.
Morticia immediately began to do a disgusted dance. She cried, “GROSS! EW! I CAN’T BELIEVE YOU! EW!!”, and many other similar exclamations of distaste. I lunged for the door but she quickly recovered and shoved me back out, this time successfully closing the door. Before she had a chance to lock it, I had twisted the handle so it remained open, making any attempts of locking me out of the room futile. I pushed my back up against the door to try and use my weight to open it, but once again, my infernal socks were successfully thwarting this maneuver. I decided, ”That’s it!” With one hand still on the door knob and while Morticia was yelling, “let go!” in between giggling like a school girl, I reached down with the other hand and one by one removed my socks.
Success was swift. I got the door 3 inches open while Morticia frantically tried to push back. But I had the upper hand in that I have more weight to throw around. Finally she had to crumple and exclaimed, “I’m laughing too hard!” I was victorious in my plot for revenge.
Not so much later that night while we were preparing for bed, Tish said, “You bruised my hand.”
“You pushed on my bruise!”
“I told you, that was Monday.” At least she sticks to her guns, I guess. Finally she said, “I’m sorry…” but then added in a whisper, “and by sorry I mean I don’t really care…”
So, that night, I typed this up and she promptly started this blog and I promptly didn't post anything on it. This was fun. Until the next time I venture on here...
Ophelia


Pretty and in Distress

Miserella and I are too funny together. We never go to sleep because we lurk in the hallway being funny together. Sometimes until way past the witching hour. Although, one Monday night, we decided to try out a new back drop. So we sat down in the bathroom. We were discussing our day, and Miserella accidentally said the word "breful" in place of beautiful, and I have got to be honest. She is the most breful girl I have ever met. ;)
Last night, after girls' night out, turned into one of the girls getting engaged, I will admit, I was a little put out. Not only am I unattatched with no prospects, but we didn't even get to really have a girls' night! When I returned to the homestead, Miserella could tell that something was up, and then said if I went to the grocery store to pick up the ingredients. She would whip me up a lovely batch of mud balls. I could not resist. So Moana and I headed to the grocery store at compeletely reasonable time of 11:54 pm. We of course bought the essentials, but I began to feel a little incompetant. I will be honest. I've only ever been in the kitchen unsupervised probably 3 times, when making something with actual ingredients, not from a box or from the freezer. The first time I burnt my biceps 3 times... Yeah, even I cannot recreate those cirumstances... The second was mostly successful, after calling my sister, Thursday, a million times to ask completely idiotic questions like, "Do you really need eggs to make rolls?" And now I can add meat loaf to that list of delcacies I have made alone. But I will confess grocery shopping is a pain. How am I supposed to know if all cream cheese is created equal? And if not, which one is more equal? Turns out I bought the less equal one... I feel like a bumbling idiot sometimes. But they were delicious all the same.
Yours 'til the mud bawls,
Tish

Wednesday, September 5, 2012

Life with Miserella

One night Miserella and I were talking in the hallway, as we always do, and then Miserella started bouncing in her feet and that is most definitely contagious... When I started, though, my mind went straight to boxing. After I got into my boxing stance, Miserella stared reenacting Street Fighter. And as if it was meant to be the soundtrack to Mortal Combat was playing. We were round house kicking and punching down the hallway. Moana, she's one of our other roommates, heard the commotion and came out of her room into the hall... We have only just met, but she didn't ask for an explanation... Later in the night, Miserella decided to try on some of my high heels and walk down the hallway. There certainly was a spontaneous shoe show down our hallway...
Yeah... We're cool.
Tish


Wednesday, August 29, 2012

The Perils of a New Life

There are things in this life that I hate doing more anything else. They include, but are not limited to, finding a job, finding a place to live, buying and/or selling a car, and walking up stairs.
Number One - Finding a Job:
It's something that everybody wants, but not everyone can get. I have yet to find a job for this school year. Hopefully I can get to the part-time job fair in between my classes. When I was trying to explain the jobs fair to Monday, I kept calling it a carnival. Wouldn't that be amazing? You can get cotton candy and a job all in the same place! Talk about making a horrible experience better...
Number Two - Finding a Place to Live:
Everyone wants the cheapest housing and there seems to be less and less of it around these days.  Luckily, I have Princess Miserella. While I was in China, these months past, she emailed me to come back to Waverly Academy so we could live together again. I said sure because getting a real education... In accounting... Or spells and hexes... should be important to me. Any who, she found us a lovely little shanty called the Winter Woods. We happen to live on the third floor... with no elevators... and we have to park underneath... So many stairs... Our bathtub doesn't drain like it should, and while it's kind of annoying to shower in an inch of dirty water, I have spontaneously broken out into river dance and quite a party in the bathroom. Also my bedroom is absolutely dreary. I need it to be painted in order to fully create my own melancholy this semester.
Number 3: The Stairs
One day, whilst trudging up the staircase, I noticed some wasps hanging out on the wall. I monitored the situation and noticed that they were beginning to build a nest there. Although I am not opposed to these critters being alive, I do not want to be their neighbors. When I told the office girl about said problem, she simply replied, "That sounds bad," and then added it to her list of things to do. I understand that fixing drains and painting rooms are notable pursuits and valid issues, but I am talking about bugs that kill people! And I am speaking dramatically of a great many sci-fi movies. I gave the office two days to show that they cared about the wasp problem, but the wasps continued to build their nest. So I decided to take matters into my own hands. I was speaking with Grandmama on the subject of what I could do to irradicate the wasps, and she said she had a wonderful poison that can shoot up to 22 ft. I thanked her for letting me borrow it, but I severely doubted the claims that it could reach far enough. I decided to go after them in the dead of night while they were sleeping.  This way they would wake-up and be dead. It is more humane that way. Well, I went out and took a test shot. OH MY GOODNESS!! They were not lying. My only hope is that no one was standing underneath the southeast stairwell because I really wasn't expecting that, and I may have missed the wall... Any way, after spraying the wasps, I ran like a bat to its cave into my apartment (just in case any of them weren't fully asleep and were angry that I tried to kill them.) The next morning, when I walked out into the living room, Miserella greeted me with a "good morning" and I answered, "Good morning!" and then lowering my voice to a creepy whisper, I stated, "I killed all the bugs." She just looked at me funny so I offered to show her the small pile of wasps in the corner of the stairwell. Yep I did that. Then I went and looked around the whole complex for more infestations because it was quite fun ridding our stairs of those pests.
The end... for now...
Tish

Saturday, August 25, 2012

Falling Off the Edge of the Map

Well, true to form I have fallen off of the blogging cart.  Although I did go abroad for the first half of this year. I have been studying up on the languages and cultures of the world, and there's no place like home. Ophelia, however, has forbid from ever leaving the country again for more than a month without her, but she is far too busy becoming a doctor to do anything fun. Perhaps, we will go to Comic-Con this coming summer. Just to keep things fresh.
In other news, I've decided to return to college to find my passion, and I will find my passion, whether it is for a career or a man, I do not care. I will also attempt to get a degree where my major is not listed as "Personal Interest." Do not try to use your imagination to turn that into something cool and exciting. It just means that I take classes that personally interest me.  This semester I have landed on accounting. We shall see how that unfolds very soon, when classes start on Monday.
Speaking of Monday, my sister, she came down from the big city to visit me this weekend. Not very many shenanigans ensued, other than the spontaneous slapping fights we would get into. I'm so glad that I had brand new roommates to watch those precious family moments.
I suppose I shall make this a greater priority, and maybe get some pictures up. ^_^
Much love to my friends and family out there!
T

Sunday, January 1, 2012

2012!!!!

HAPPY NEW YEAR!!! After getting off work at 11:30 pm. I arrived home at promptly 11:58 pm. Ophelia was looking at FB, and it wasn't that entertaining. We watched the ball drop in Time's Square, pretty boring. Then I thought, I'm going to make a really cool New Year's Resolution. I'm going to take up Birding, and have a Big Year, like in that movie, which was awesome by the way. Maybe I'll come up with something better, that I could actually stick to, but probably not. Well... Later...