MercyTheKitty Rants

{Mon, Jun 1347, '11}   George Washington is a Zombie

Sorry for the delay in updates, my non-existent readers, but yesterday morning, I awoke with a sudden epiphany… George Washington is a zombie! Here’s what I’ve made of the situation:

Little do people realize that George Washington is still animated and among us today. He is, in fact, America’s longest-living zombie. That’s right; George Washington is still here today, as a zombie. He hides in the White House, away from the general public, and resides in the President’s Cabinet, behind the many skeletons. Whenever a new elected official happens to stumble upon his decaying soul, he simply repents by eating his brains. Explains a lot, doesn’t it?


{Sun, Apr 332, '11}   Amelia Earhart

Sorry for seemingly avoiding my blog as of recent. A lot of updates to report, but I wanted to blog about this topic:

Amelia Earhart, possibly the most famous female American pilot of history, was legally pronounced dead on my birthday (joy) in 1939, after she disappeared during a flight around the world. Naturally, people wonder what happened to her. A study appeared a bit ago, to try to answer the question. Here’s the short version, understandable to both me and some second graders:

Scientists, I guess, found a bone fragment in the part of the world where she is believed to have gone missing. Naturally, they think it’s hers. The idea is to take some really old letters Earhart sent when she was alive, and to collect saliva samples left over from it. They were supposed to compare it with the DNA of her living descendants to ensure a match, then test the bone.

The only problem is that after I heard about this, I never heard anything else. No updates, no results. I attended a lecture yesterday, conducted by someone who pretty much works with spit, so I asked her about it. We’re both stumped.

Do you spammers out there know anything about this?

{Sun, Feb 2724, '11}   Grammar

I think this is my first post of the year… It’s nearly march, huh? Oopsies.

So grammar. Can we use fragments like that?

And can we start sentences with conjunctions?

Or should I use “may” instead of “can?”

Till or ’til?

I’ve had a lot of grammar questions over the years (bless my English teachers for putting up with me), but some recent discussions (with said English teachers) have sparked up some confusion in the basics.

When a character is speaking (dialogue), rules can (may?) often be bent, but how far? In a teenage voice, it’s acceptable to say “it’s okay,” as opposed to “it is alright,” but what about made-up words? “Going to,” or “gonna/gunna?” “I don’t know,” or “dunno?”

I think I’ve been tweeting too much… There’s no way I can write an entire blog post after so many 140-character summaries of my life.

{Thu, Apr 2924, '10}   The Secret Life of the American?

So, I realized that I haven’t posted on my blog FOREVER! I’m sorry. I logged onto WordPress just now and found out something important: All my comments are marked as spam and have to be approved to be visible. More apologies to the wonderful internet-users out there that have read my rants! To date, I haven’t had a single negative comment *knock on wood*, and I really appreciate being appreciated. πŸ™‚ I’ve approved all the comments, and they’ve also brightened my day.

Anyways, this post is about the strange things that go on in the lives of other people, namely my camp counselors and teachers. Amazingly enough, teachers have lives outside of school! (I know, right?) With a bit of stalking, research, and friendship-forming, I have discovered this:

  1. The only counselor I’ve had for all eight years I spent at camp went on to be a Spanish teacher at the same high school he attended (at least, before it was reconstructed). He got out of college this year to immediately substitute for another teacher on maternity leave, and he was rehired for next school year, too. Too bad this school is the only high school in the town. Former campers now have to call him by his last name, INCLUDING ME. It’s extremely weird to know that one of my teachers knew me when I cried every two seconds, loved arts and crafts, and swam with a floatation device. On the other hand, it’s even STRANGER to know that I knew HIM when he was sweating over the SATS, wore low pants, and spiked his hair (I know, tragic!). Well, now that I think about it, he wore low pants last year…
  2. Another counselor, I’ve known for around three years. He, too, is now out of college and works in the town recreational center. I started talking to him once, when I was there.
  3. ANOTHER counselor, I’ve known for the same amount of time as the counselor from #1. She’s currently in college in-state, and did not return to camp last year. I saw her just yesterday when I was picking up some pictures from Walgreen’s. It was a little awkward, actually.
  4. I was picking up photos from Walgreen’s because I just finished an extra-curricular film photography course. I used the dark room, too. πŸ™‚ Anyways, the teacher (who is also my homeroom teacher), shoots weddings for extra cash. I found that sort of interesting.
  5. My band teacher earns extra cash, too, by being in four regional (orchestral) bands. They preform professional gigs all around the state, and he gets paid per rehearsal, whether he participated or not (awesome, right?).
  6. I learned one of my former band teachers had a brain tumor a few years ago. A lot of students like to make fun of him because he’s bald. They don’t know that his baldness was caused by the tumor (not the treatment– the actual tumor). That’s gotta hurt.
  7. I had a camp counselor for one year, who used to always bring in his trumpet and play. He was a professional trumpeter, and we all loved his music. That summer, I was deciding what instrument I wanted to learn for band class, and trumpet was my first choice. I only remember talking to him once, because my friends goaded me to ask about trumpet-playing. A few years later, he went on to teach part-time at the same high school as the counselor from #1, but the job didn’t last. Last I heard, he’s out of work and looking for a job.
  8. Several of my counselors are now in college, and some are still in high school. I see the latter often.
  9. The English teachers at the high school are musical geniuses, and have their own band: Drummer, guitarists, bassists, singers, the whole lot. They preform for the school pretty often. I guess they must be pretty good, because every time i hear one of their songs, it’s stuck in y head for the next two weeks or so.
  10. And there’s a foreign language teacher who’s a professional singer outside of school. He goes to all sorts of events around the state to sing. I’ve seen his calender. He’s pretty booked.
  11. And yet another counselor is finishing his junior year in college, studying to become a teacher, just like the counselor from #1 (does everything go back to him?). He proposed to another counselor on the last day of camp two years ago, and she said yes. He never came back to camp last year, but we exchanged 100+ messages on facebook, in which I learned he had a fight with the other counselor, causing them to break up but stay friends.
  12. On the other hand, my guidance counselor and 5th grade art teacher are happily married to each other. It’s a little weird to see them together so much, like when they attend the school play or chaperon dances (yeah, it’s happened).
  13. My English teacher plays the guitar and ran an after school guitar jam last year. She’s not in the band, though.

At this point, I’m a bit tired of all this typing, so I think I’ll end here. I hope I haven’t boored you too much with my talking about people you probably don’t know.

And if it’s YOU I’m talking about, then I’m sorry, but at least it’s anonymous.

So, yeah. I learned that, for some strange reason, even the most lifeless people have almost-lives. It’s scary.

{Mon, Jan 2537, '10}   Update:

Things that have happened today:

  • The ceiling is dripping water. Actually, there’s TWO leaks. The water is yellow…
  • Ray gave me my capo, but not today. It was about a week ago, but I LOVE it!
  • About that capo: It’s old and hard to get on. The sunburst on Cali’s neck got scratched up. 😦 And I keep forgetting to take it off when i put my guitar away. Isn’t that bad? Like, tension or whatever?…
  • I was talking to my friend about blood-sucking vampires. She thought I said “butt-sucking.”
  • I got a detention for talking. Funny thing is, two other people were goading me. THAT, and we weren’t doing anything in class, and the teacher hadn’t told us to be quiet.
  • My sister found a third leak. We’re out of basins to put underneath them…

{Mon, Jan 435, '10}   Mercy Is A Beast?

In reply to Mercy Is Cool?

The day before winter break at school, the teachers took their own breaks from teaching and gave us fun assignments. In math class, we made origami boxes.

If you didn’t know, I am a MASTER at origami (to an extent). I love it, and have loved it since I was little.

Anyways, the box involved ripping paper into squares. Ray couldn’t figure it out, and was impressed by my skills, so he asked me to do it for him. When I handed back his squared of paper (ripped in a shorter amount of time than it took for him to complete one), he said, “Wow. You are a BEAST at art.” Apparently, I am cool for knowing Skillet and a beast for ripping paper.

I’m keeping track for possible blackmail in the future.

That same day, I had art class, where I was shading black-and-white pictures. One of my friends sitting at my table also called me a beast upon seeing my work in progress. Weird…

Well, I hate popular stuff, and the word “beast” is popular. I’m not too thrilled about being called that, but it’s the thought that counts, right?

Did I mention Ray participated in St. Baldricks last year? Random fact I thought I might throw in.

And that day, my math teacher yelled at me for calling a classmate a jerk for bullying me. Right… so the bullies and the gum-chewers and the profanity-using kids and the vandils don’t get in trouble, but i do for standing up for myself?

First post of 2010, whooo!

{Sun, Dec 628, '09}   Mercy Is Cool?

Quick post:

So there I was, cute and innocent (noooo) in math class, talking to my friends. I think we were discussing David Garrett…

David Garrett

For anyone who doesn’t know, this is David Garrett, my newest obsession. To me, he is the most amazing violinist. (Amazing looking, too. XD)

It took willpower to only post one picture…

So, anyways, I was in math class obsessing over David Garrett toΒ  my friends (“Omigawd, Mercy, you’re OBSESSED! Give it up!”), when this kid (let’s call him Ray, for the sake of discussion) interrupts.

Before you continue, let me just mention that “Ray” is mad at me because I ripped up his paper contraptions that he keeps pelting at me in class… including a ball of paper wrapped up in tape, several footballs, and a frog…

So Ray interrupts and says, “You know what’s cool? SKILLET. Skillet is cool.”

And I reply, “Oh, yeah. I’ve heard of Skillet.”

“Really? Name one song.”

“Ummm… I dunno. Whispers in the Dark?” (Yeah, I’m feigning idiocy. So?)

He’s silent for the longest moment in his existence– about 4 seconds.

“Woah, Mercy knows Skillet! She just became a little bit cooler.”

*class ends*

So… there you have it? I’m officially a bit cooler than I already was, somehow? Eh?

Really, if anyone can explain the weird stuff I post about, please do. I don’t know what kind of sad being would read my blog…

{Mon, Oct 2659, '09}   Calix

Okay… So I’m sitting at home, doing homework, minding my own business. For the millionth time today, I decided to visit my good ol’ buddy, twitter dot com. I am currently following @dictionarycom because I like to read the words of the day. This is what I found on my homepage:

@dictionarycom post



I’m on this RPG site my friend created, and I decided to make a new character. While browsing for names on Babynames dot com, I found the name “Calix” and I liked it. That was just a few days ago.

The meaning of the name Calix is  Very Handsome  The origin of the name Calix is Greek

So… as a name, Calix means Very Handsome… but as a word, it means a chalice or a cup? So… Calix is a handsome cup?

Stupid coincidences.


In other, semi-related news, my sister and I started having a discussion about my guitar. She’s convinced I should name mine… I don’t really want to, because that’s just not how I roll. (I’m sorry, I was suddenly possessed and felt the need to say that…) Well, that’s my sunburst beauty down there:


My Guitar

I was in favor of the name Calix, because it sounds so perfectly guitar-ish, right? But my sister seems to have this weird obsession with the Greek and Roman gods, so she INSISTED on the names Diana, Minerva, and Athena. I still like Calix.


Although I have about a whole 0 views on this site, here’s a poll for you guys:


I’m hoping that worked… Anyways, if you don’t like Athena/Minerva/Diana, or you have a different name for me, feel free to comment below.

Vote for CALIX!

Sorry for all the media on this post… I just figured out how to do that… XD


Note, 10-14-10: I get so much spam on this post… WHY!??! I just started deleting it…

Note, 11-2-10: Now my spam has become almost generic, “this isn’t spam” comments. Strangely enough, these comments seem to appear on days when I have no blog views…

{Tue, Jul 718, '09}   Where’s my pixi stick?

Okay, so a pixi stick is a plastic or paper tube filled with powdered sugar in different flavors. You tilt it into your mouth and eat the powder.

At my summer day camp, there is an ice cream truck that comes in the morning. I’ve been at the camp for eight years, so I know the lady who owns the truck pretty well. Most of the time, she gives me free candy or ice cream when I go to buy something. Today, it was a pixi stick.

So, there I was with my free pixi stick. I didn’t feel like eating it, because my friend was waiting for me so we could play cards. I decided I would want it later, so I put it in my bag.

My bag is sort of like a purse, but a big one– not one of those dainty little things that can’t hold anything worth holding. It wasn’t big enough for the pixi stick, so a little bit of it stuck out. I thought it would be safe.

When lunch came, I went to go get my lunch box, which was next to my bag. Glancing over, I noticewd my pixi stick was gone! I looked around and found it lying on someone’s backpack, so I took it and put it back in my bag.

At the end of the day, I was ready to go home. I picked up my purse and– what do you know? My pixi stick was gone AGAIN! And this time, I had no clue where it went.

So here I am… at home… posting this. And I’m mad at whomever stole my pixi stick. It was mine, and obviously in MY bag, so the theif should have known not to take it.

So if you guys out there want to give me a pixi stick… you know… that’s fine, too…

Ever love it when something happens, and then another something happens, and then another, and they all relate?

So, we were watching a video in school about volcanoes, but then the DVD got a scratch on it and wouldn’t work, so we had to watch the only other video available– the first interview with Terri Irwin after the Croc Hunter died. It was very touching, and they mentioned Bindi’s “new” show, “Bindi the Jungle Girl.”

Right now, I’m sick. Yay. (I always get sick during vacation… it’s weird…) Anyways, there was nothing good on, so I flipped around and I found “Bindi the Jungle Girl.” And I decided to watch it. It kinda sucked, in my oppinion, but it would of been really cool if I were five years younger or something. So, it was the episode about animal and human poachers.

During the show, Bindi mentioned her ninth birthday party, where the Victorias played. As soon as I saw them, I remembered where I saw them before. “The Suite Life Of Zach And Cody!”

Well, that was yesterday. This morning, I was flipping through the tv guide and found… what do you know?… “The Suite Life Gopes Hollywood.” So I watched it, and THERE were the Victorias! The girls from Australia who played guitar and sang!

I’m posting weird things. I have no life. Or maybe I’m just sick. Oi…

et cetera