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Yes, I'm sick today.  If you didn't notice from the title.  That's part of the reason why I didn't blog yesterday.  Yesterday, all my troubles seemed so far away...now it looks as though they're here to stay...Anyways.  Sorry, I get carried away when it comes to singing.  Not that I was actually was singing.  But speaking of singing, I came up with my own version of I Could Have Dance All Night.  It goes like so:

I could have slept all night
I could have slept all night
and still have slept some more.

I could have slept away
the entire day
and still have slept for sure.

But really, yesterday I had auditions.  And either it was because I mentioned that I was good at playing crazy granny's or they just thought that it was a better part for me, I'm going to be Weeping Old Lady 2.  2?  That sounds familiar...Ah!  I was Guard TWO in Jerusalem's Most Wanted.  It's reminding me of two different parts I've had in my life, the character Tilly McBride from Muppet's script of A Murder By Any Other Name Would Still Be Wrong and the part of Guard two mentioned above.  I think Tilly McBride is my ultimate favorite character I've ever been.  I mean, she was a little strange of a character, but in a good way.  I loved her crazy self.  I think Muppet should write part two to that.  Then a close second would be my character from How to Eat Like a Child in the song How to Torture your Sister.  But I think I might like my role as a Weepy Old Lady better than Olivia in the short film we did with Drama Club.  No offense to the writer at all.  It's just my opinion because she was least like me.  But then again, I'm not very good at playing silly, boy-obsessed girls.  But I think I know what my strengths are in characters and my weaknesses in them.  I like funny, crazy people.  But even when I think back to the days when I was playing Littlest Pet Shop with my sisters, I was always a crazy bad guy.  Often a cat.  But enough of that.

Today was....AWESOME!!!!

If not a little tiring.  But after relaxing for a little while, I feel more energized.  But why would I be tired in the first place?  The answer is quite simple: I had Drama Camp today.  At a different place.  I was hoping that maybe I would have less problems at this other place than the last one.  I was right...at least so far.  Muppet is doing it with me so I have someone to back me up if things head south.  But so far, everybody seems pretty nice.

To begin with, I had some paperwork to sign (or more like my mother did).  I put my lunch box on a table where others were sitting and I got a myself a name tag from another table.  Which is still in my pants pocket; folded up because it stopped being sticky.  And the director (I'll call her Ms. Mo here) knew my name by the end of the day.  Which is funny because I'm always the one with a name that no one can remember correctly.  But that's okay.  I've started to get used to other people calling me different names; especially the people who confuse me for one of my sisters.  But back on subject.

After I drew a butterfly on my name tag (that's like my symbol; it represents me in many ways) I went into the theater with Muppet and sat on stage while we waited for the others to arrive.  Oh, and there are like 50 or so people.  That's really not too many, or at least compared to the 70 kids at the last drama camp I've been to.  But small is good.  There's less names to memorize.

When enough people came we started to play Wax Museum (or statue or night watchmen or what ever you call it).  Basically, you have one person who walks around all of the other people and those other people are supposed to pose.  Those people change their poses without the "watchmen" seeing you move.  If you get caught moving, you're out.

We (sometime before or after that; I forgot) sat in a circle on stage (which of course isn't very easy with that many people, we looked much more hmm...bean shaped?) and Ms. M told us what was happening that day (and that week for that matter) and the dos and don'ts, that sort of thing.

After that, hmm...  I can't think of events in order and I think I may have forgotten some things, but you can't get mad at me because I'm tired and then I would get angry with you and that wouldn't be good.

We learned some of the songs, but I've kind of forgotten some of the tunes.  I hope I'll be able to sing for auditions tomorrow.  I wonder if I'll get the part of Snow White because I can sing soprano, I have the palest skin (of the oldest kid's group for sure and I have no doubt most of the younger kids too), and I have pretty dark hair.  Not that I want that part...But also not that I don't want that part.  But that's one of those parts everyone wants and (no doubt) some little eight year old would fit the part better than a teenager like me.  Plus I'm certain Snow White doesn't have wickedly curly hair.  I was thinking I should go along with a role that's closer too all the other roles I've played: someone old, crazy, and hilarious.  Although, most of my roles haven't been old ladies.  Only one.  But really, I think crazy characters have always suited my personality better.  I just don't want to be in the chorus.  If someone next to me is singing off key, I can't sing on tune either.

But auditions are tomorrow.  Long story short: I sang, played games, learned about auditions, realized that I had a dance performance in this same place when I was seven, and met new people.  Speaking of auditions, I have something to read about auditions, so until tomorrow!

Mo' Music. Mo' Happy.

'Mo of me to day.  That is Cos- Mo'. LOL.  Okay so it wasn't that funny...I thought you might like to listen to a ton of good music right now so I'm posting mo' of the good stuff. Yeah, I should stop with the mo' thing.  It's not really my style.

You are welcome.  Don't feel bad about singing along either.  I hope I have inspired you in some way.  These are the songs that inspire me.  These songs are the reason why I listen to Christian radio stations like the Joy FM.  These songs are the reason that I love music.  They show that music can be helpful and encouraging and that music can have a good message.

Writing and Singing

My goodness.  The songs I've been posting lately are SO catchy.  I'm turning on something less catchy....oh wait, that would be hard.  All the songs I have get stuck in my head.  But supposedly if you sing the words to Amazing Grace to the tune of Gilligan's Island it's supposed to help get songs out of your head.  Except for the fact that I don't know the tune to Gilligan's Island because I've never watched that show.  The trick also works the other way around too.  Not that I know the words to Gilligan's Island.

So, I wrote a little bit of something on Saturday:

                “Ha, ha!” said Diamond, “That kid can’t even remember her own name.  Watch!”  Diamond was an ordinary teenager except for the fact that her hair grew in an unnatural shade of blue.  She swore she had never touched a wig or hair dye in her life.

She had been introducing her friend, 

And that was all I got to writing this weekend because the next day was spent at my grandparent's house Skyping my sister at college, eating ice cream, helping my brother and our cousin finish a computer game we were making, and listening to Pride and Prejudice while coloring in a color book with 120 crayons.

Later there was Youth Group.  That was where and when I learned about this creepy guy name Josef Cony.  If you don't know who he is, he's basically this guy who tortures children in Africa and forces them to be his soldiers to terrorize other peaceful peoples in Africa and he even makes the children-soldiers kill their own parents.  We watched a movie on people who were affected by him.  So apparently he based his attacks off the Ten Commandments...If that's true, I wonder what version of the Ten Commandments he read.  I recall them saying things like Thou Shalt Not Kill and Honor Thy Father and Thy Mother.  People these days...

I'm off to play Minecraft and test out the new texture pack my brother made.  Oh, speaking of video games, Muppet FINALLY unlocked Diddy Kong on Mario Kart Wii.  Now I can be my favorite racing monkey in the whole world!

Cats, Music and Musical Cats

http://www.youtube.com/watch?feature=player_embedded&v=QH2-TGUlwu4

If you like cats and you like annoyingly cute music, you must listen to Nyan Cat.

If that's not your cup of tea, and you feel like Disney instead, go here for an awesome Cheshire Cat song:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?feature=player_embedded&v=ofbAmr4ydUE

And if you need something uplifting and you don't feel like cats at all, go here:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?feature=player_embedded&v=ofbAmr4ydUE

Hopefully these links will work.

Nothing is going on today...just school.  Basically the only new thing that has happened is that I went on a retreat at our church.  I made a surprise for Muppet but I can't say what it is because she'll probably read this and then have the surprise spoiled.

I could talk about our cat Sam and how he drives me bananas and pineapples.  He has left two presents for me this week...and if you know someone with cats or own one yourself you know that cat presents aren't ever good.  Like when I found that Sam knocked down my butterfly collection and when I walked into my room and there was an unpleasantly large dead lizard on my bedroom floor.  But at least he does something to get rid of the lizards that stray into our house.  Sunny (the black and white cat) sort of helps, but she's too scared of everything to actually attack a living creature.  Cosmo (the Tabby) is too lazy to do anything but eat, sleep and complain about how hungry she is.

I also drew a lovely picture of a heart that has something random I came up with written in it.  It's very nice and it has a good message.  See:

click the image to make it larger and therefore more readable.

Oh yeah, I want to remind you that its OKAY to comment on my posts.  If you have anything to say, say it!  I'm always open to hearing your comments.

I realized that I never put the first chapter of my latest story in my posts.  I am sorry about that.  I've been very busy and forgetful lately.  So here you are:

There was once a girl that nobody knew anything about.  She just seemed to have randomly appeared.  She came to a small town in Tennessee and settled down.  Nobody knew where she came from.  She started working for a guy named Jim.  He owned a small pet store but was getting to old to sweep the floor and the girl had appeared just one day after the “Now Hiring” sign went up.  Jim was the only person that the girl ever talked to.

                There was, also, once a boy that everybody knew basically everything about.  His name was Jack Sunshine.  He had always traveled the world and had been famous ever since he wrote his first song at age twelve.  He lived with his parents in a small cottage in the country during the summer.

                He also owned three domestic cats and a dog.

                “Oh, honey!” his mom called.

                “Yes?” he yelled back from his room.

                “Could you run to the pet store and pick up a bag of cat food?”

                “Now?” He looked up from his music sheet for his new song, Molten Lava Heart.  It didn’t sound half as good without the rest of band playing with him.

                “Yes, ‘now’! Fargo is starving and I didn’t realize that we ran out of cat food until now.”

                “But, why can’t you do it?”

                “I’m busy!  I just had a major idea for the book I’m writing.”

                There was no arguing when Mrs. Sunshine had an idea for a book.  She was also famous.  But she was a famous author, not a song writer.  When she had a breakthrough for her book, there was no stopping her.  Once she had even walked out of a wedding just so she could write her new idea down on a napkin.  That was all rather a waste, since her husband Jerry used it for the coffee stain he got on his shirt driving home.

                Jack was not quite ready enough to drive a car.  He only had his driving permit, which was useless when his mother kept having a huge idea for her book.  He jumped onto his bike and sped off to the store dodging pedestrians along the way.

                Jack used to enjoy living in the country when he was younger because he always had peace and quiet here.  It wasn’t roaring with fans as much as living in New York City was.  Now he didn’t like it as much as he used to.  He missed the parties and the noise and his friends.  There was no one to talk to here.  It was too quiet for him.

                Everybody knew everybody in this town, which is why it was surprising when he walked into the pet store to find an unfamiliar face.

                He pushed open the door to the store, which tinkled merrily in the July heat.  The large neon OPEN sign blinked welcomingly from the large window.

                “Hello!” an old voice creaked from the check-out counter, “My best costumer! Welcome!”

                “Hey.” Jack said emotionlessly.  He walked subconsciously around the store to the pet food aisle.  He grabbed the cheapest bag of cat food and ambled over to the counter.  He was thinking about his last concert and his newest songs.  He was pondering what to do for his friend’s birthday that was coming up, and a movie someone wanted him to star in, and—

                “Who are you?” Jack said.  He then realized just how rude his outburst must have sounded.

                “I’ve been called many names…” she looked lost in thought.  She was wiping the windows of the store with Windex and a paper towel.  Her brown hair was matted and unusually dirty, “I’m sorry,” She said, “don’t listen to me.  Just talking to myself, heh heh.” She grimaced and went back to wiping her window.

                Jack shrugged, just a new girl.

                “That’ll be five ninety five.” Jim said in his jolly southern accent.  Jack pulled out the six dollars that his mom gave him and cupped his hand to receive the change.  He shoved the coins into his pocket and walked out of the store.  He was thinking so much about his career and his friends that he forgot to take the bag of food with him.

…

…

                Later on that evening, Jack tried to compose a new song, when his sister started knocking violently on his door.

                “Rebecca, I don’t want to play with you right now.” He popped a couple of ear buds into his ears and turned up the music loud enough so he couldn’t hear his sister yelling at him, “Your eyes shine like the sun.  You must be the one, you must be the one” he sang along to his song.

                “Jack! There’s someone at the door!” Rebecca screamed.  He heard her this time.

                Tearing his ear buds out he opened up the door only wide enough to stick his head out. “Why don’t you open it then?”

                “Because the weirdo wants you, not me.” She said hoarsely.

                “What weirdo?” he mumbled closing the bedroom door behind him.  He hurried down the stairs and swung the door open, “Whadda ya want?” he said rudely.

                “Oh!  Sorry I didn’t mean to disturb you!  But, honestly, when are you going to learn to be less rude?” it was the girl from the pet store.  Her hair was straightened out now but was still dirty looking.

                “When you learn to be less random.” He sighed and shook his head, “Did you need something?”

                “No, it was rather that you needed something.  You forgot your cat food.”

                “Oh.” He said, embarrassed, “Thanks, I guess…”

                “No prob. ‘Night!” she said turning around to leave.

                “Wait!” He shouted as it occurred to him, “You never told me your name!”

                Her reply was mumbled so he couldn’t hear.  He watched her until she turned the corner.  The sky was pastel.  The sun was setting causing a shadow to fall over the house.  A car’s lights flashed by him and parked in the driveway across the street.  Jack sighed.

There you go.  Well there's things to do, so toodle-loo caribou, as they say in Alaska! LOL

30 Minute Blog

Yes, I only have thirty minutes to blog.  Let's see how far I can get before time's up.

I know I was not blogging yesterday but there are three thousand reasons why I didn't.

One being that Muppet's grandmother hasn't been feeling well lately and had to go to the hospital and stuff so I didn't feel like blogging yesterday.  But there was also Drama club yesterday.  I saw all my drama friends.  Except for Muppet...  She was sleeping because she stayed up so late.  She'll probably blog about that sort of thing but this is MY blog.  That is, Cosmo the Pluffkin's blog.  And Cosmo the Pluffkin is me so that makes this MY blog.

I've been up to stuff lately.  Like writing parodies of songs.

Here's an old one:

Rudolph the red nosed reindeer (reindeer)

Had a very bloody nose (YUCK!)

And if you ever saw it (saw it)

You may even say it’s gross (It’s gross)

All of the other reindeer (reindeer)

Used to laugh and call him names (like radicchio)

They never let gory Rudolph

Join in any reindeer games (like operation)

Then one bloody Christmas eve

Santa came to slay (Oh-no!)

Rudolph with his nose that bled

Now Rudolph is finally dead (Yay!)

Oh how the reindeer loved it (Loved it!)

Now they’re shouting out with glee (yippee)

Rudolph the bloody nosed reindeer (reindeer)

Has gone down in misery! (The end)

That one obviously was not Taylor Swift but this one deffinately is:

Mine

You were a zombie working part-time eating faces

Left a carcass, and never ate its back.

I was a vampire with a fear of flying

Wondering why we bother with blood if it never lasts.

But I loved you to pieces

Almost literally

But you have rotten blood

So, so I can’t eat you now

Chorus:

Do you remember how it felt sitting by the lava?

You put your arm around me

But it fell off

You fell in love with Dracula’s Evil daughter

You’re the best undead that’s ever been mine.

Flash forward and we’re taking on werewolves together.

Of course it's not finished yet but that's what I've got so far.

Oh look!  a husky!

COOKIES!

Yes this again.  I know what you're thinking, "What in the universe is this person up to?"
The answer is nothing.  The songs above probably scared you a little (admit it!) an maybe made you think that I don't like reindeer or Taylor Swift.  That would be a lie!  My mind will randomly make parodies of songs.  I don't know why but they always are creepy or sound like I'm making fun of something when in truth I'm just being bored.

I like Taylor Swift.  She's pretty cool.  I don't like Lady Ga Ga.  She scares me.  See, I write creepy lyrics but I don't look creepy.  I saw a Taylor Swift documentary once.  It mentioned Lady Ga Ga once in it a for less than two seconds and I think she scared me out of my skin.  I was like, "What on earth is that lady wearing? A dead bird?" No, an angry bird.

Oh-no! Angry birds!  Personally I don't think there should be so much merchandise at stores for an app.  An app for goodness sake!  If somebody can have a million fans because of an app I should have a billion fans on my blog.

Yogurt: Stop complaining you must!

Oh no!  It's judo master yogurt!

Yogurt: More you get fans by less complaining.

I eat yogurt for breakfast!  MWA HA HA HA!

Yogurt: get no where you will if eat Yogurt you do.  Now put down me you must.

Grr.

Oh Down.  that's a good song by Mat Kearney.

I used to think his name was spelled Curney but apparently people pronounce wrong.  Or maybe I do and I'm just rambling now.

Yogurt: Rambling you are!  Stop rambling you must!  instead judo must you learn!

What? Tai-chi, yoga and palates isn't enough?

Yogurt: Make me call my brother you want?

Yoga:  Into downward dog must you be!

What is this nonsence!

Yoga: calm your mind you must.  Into relaxation you go!

Save me!

Oh look my time is up.  Thank goodness

HELLO EVERYKITTY! Guess what I did today!

You'll never guess because...  Because I'm awesome like that.  No but really guess what (GET TO THE POINT ALREADY)!

I went shopping at this awesome mall with my friend Muppet.  We bought all sorts of awesomeness.  That's because we went to Claires and some place called Tilly's and another place called Rainbow.  We got hats, and headbands, and shirts and chicken sandwiches.  Hmm...when I think of sandwiches I think of witches made of sand.

I went to Zumba.  It's a lot of fun and I strongly suggest that you members should try it.  Just don't laugh at the person standing next to you because you look just as ridiculous dancing as the other person next to you.

I took a nice long shower and reflected on the day.  You know, showers are great for releaving your mind of stress.

You're probably wondering when I'll mention music.  Answer: Now

I got this new CD for my birthday.  Mark Schultz.  Pretty name.  Pretty voice.  His songs tell amazingly vivid stories.  And those stories make you think.  He's just wonderful.  One day when I figure out a few more tricks about blogging I might post videos one day.

SLEEP! COSMO NEEDS SLEEP!!!!!!ZZZzzzzzz----......

Night night peoples!  All you peoples everywhere!  Sleep tight!