Ask me no questions, and I shall not unknowingly promise to play hymns that are beyond my power to plunk out in Seminary.

Above: The Piano From Hell/What the Seminary building's piano is going to look like when I'm through with it.

Thoughts From a Lonely, Lowly Sickbed

Thought #1: Blahhhhh....
Thought #2: Blahhh to the 1000000000000000000000000th power.
#3: Blah I am wasting so much time on MLIA. I should be finished with Jane Eyre by now, dang it!!
4: So hungry, but too lazy to get up and make something of myself.
5: I wanna hippopotamus for Christmas...
6: Nothing but a hippopotamus will do...
7: Why can't I remember the name to that dang Feist song? And why won't my ipod won't tell me?
8: Why does Nsync suck so very badly?
9: Why am I listening to Nsync?
10: Note to self: Devise slightly heinous master plan to rid the world of all Nsync rubbish. And Miley Cyrus.
11: We are sick, we are sick, we are sick sick sick...
12: MARIA! MAAAAAAAARIA!!!! Maria, say it loud and there's music playing....
13: How do you solve a problem like Maria...
14: Why was Marie Antoinette guillotined?
15: Guillotine is such a funny word. Like pudding. Or oi.
16: Oi with the poodles already!
17: If your out on the road (doo doo do doo doo) feeling lonely and so cold (doo doo do doo doo)
18: Doo do doo doo do do do do do do doo doo! (Charlie Brown)
18: Charlie Brown! To the left! Take it back now ya'll! One hop this time!
19: Well, you can rock it you can roll it, you can stop and you can stroll it at the hop. When the record starts spinnin' You chalypso when you chicken at the hop. Do the dance sensation that is sweepin' the nation at the hop!
Ah, let's go to the hop
Let's go to the hop, (oh baby)
Let's go to the hop, (oh baby)
Let's go to the hop
Come on, let's go to the hop
19: Pop goes my heart! (pop goes my heart)
20: Hugh Grant Hugh Grant Hugh Grant...
21: I wonder what Hugh Grant is doing right now....probably something awesome. Like watching Pokemon or bungie jumping.
23: I'm Julia Child! Bon Appetit!
24: When is Julie & Julia coming out on DVD, Dan Radcliffe it?!!!
25: Nap time.......

One nap later.

26: Woah. I dream weird when I'm sick. I didn't know that alcohol-less vodka existed. Even in dreamland! Or that Jacob's girlfriend had 10 crates of it. Or that Jacob likes to call Liz his Blue Baboo......
27: Must. Eat. Now.
28: I wonder when the government will legalize marriage to chicken enchiladas...Or are these turkey enchiladas? I can never tell what I'm REALLY eating when Thanksgiving comes around.
29: Ok, drinking 2 quarts of orange juice was not my most brilliant idea. *whimper*
30: Ooh! I have neglected my fans. They must be on tenterhooks waiting for me! *blogs*

What's In a Name?

Bloomability, the book after which this formidable blog has been rightly christened, is, in a word, freakinawesome. Sharon Creech, the maker of this miracle, has "my permission to be empress of the universe" (quote by Sister Camilla). Honestly. I mean, listen to this:
"Two prisoners look through the same bars; one sees mud and the other sees stars."
That one little quote is pretty much what this whole book is based upon. Be happy or be sad. Live your life or don't. It's your choice. So simple, yet so powerful. AURH!!
Robert Frost's Poem "The Road Less Traveled" is also a big theme in the book. We all will be faced with choices in our lives (to state the obvious). We have the choice to follow what others before us have done, or choose our own path. Take the road less traveled. Live our lives.
Sono Libero!! Viva! Viva! Viva!

Let's Get Down to Business

To defeat the huns....UH!!!

Well hey there! Thanks for droppin by. You have just clicked onto magical ground. No, this isn't Narnia, but is, however, the next best thing.

Sorry, excuse the pathetic attempt at a humorous intro. The chief is dangerously low on ice cream. And sanity. Stick around and she might just recuperate. Maybe. Probably not....

Right, so for those of you who have no idea in the holy name of crap of who I am, I happen to be the world renowned Laura Chapman. You have permission to bask in my glow. Right, enough worship for one evening.
So: the ultimate question. Why is a nice, amiable, not-so-respectable, 14 year old girl like myself blogging like a spinster because she just made one toilet cozy too many and has nothing else to do? Long story short, my school's first trimester (yes, trimester) is over, which means my high school journalism career has come to a shuddering halt, and I can't stand to loose my mystic touch, so this bloggifying is my only outlet. *Sigh*. So, in order to keep my writing in ship-shape, (and to keep from falling into the dark and dingy abyss of aspiring Stephenie Meyers) you are the lucky victim of my ruthless, eternal babbling. Huzzah! Drinks all around!
While you're a-sippin your pint, shot, Shirley Temple, what have you, let's get to know each other, eh?
What I'm drinking: a combination of mylifeisaverage.com, Jane Eyre (and ze other classics), Gilmore Girls, fantastic movies, journalistic memories, all brewed together with Ingrid Michaelson and 1/4 cup of cheer. And boy does it taste fine!

I'm usually not so awkward at conclusions. And I'm usually not this concieted-sounding either. Hmm..ah! The perfect antidote!
Pick your favorite tune, and join me in the Hogwarts Song!!!

Hogwarts, Hogwarts, hoggy warty Hogwarts,
Teach us something please,
Whether we be old and bald,
Or young with scabby knees,
Our heads could do with filling,
With some interesting stuff,
For now they're bare and full of air,
Dead flies and bits of fluff,
So teach us things worth knowing,
Bring back what we've forgot,
Just do your best, we'll do the rest,
And learn until our brains all rot.

"Ah music. A magic far beyond all we do here."
-Albus Dumbledore


The End of a rather pathetic first blog post.