Happy Birthday Gummy Bear!

So, today is my nieces 5th birthday!

Happy birthday little girl. Keep being you, cause you’re awesome as you are.

And just for you, I’m going to share the song we sing together.

Presenting, the Gummy Bear song, which my niece likes to sing while pretending she is a DJ.

Love you. Hope you like your present. 🙂


My mom nicknamed us all after candies, and so we call my niece Gummy Bear, and this is a song my little sister and I used to sing when we were little kids, so we brought it back…and boy does it annoy my folks when the three of us sing this over and over and over during car rides.

–R.

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My Sister and the Books

My sisters class is reading Hamlet and Catcher in the Rye. Two of favourites! Holden and Hamlet. Gotta love ’em.

Catcher in the Rye is currently my favourite novel, next to Oliver Twist, Among the Hidden, The Boy in the Striped Pajama’s and Steel Trapp (I go by my age group for these favourites as well).

So excited…luckily for her I’ve read Hamlet several times and own Catcher in the Rye. Plus I have all my notes from High School and University…so I’m pretty much set. I don’t even have to do her homework for her now. I can just say “Read this” and she can figure it out. She likes to try to get me to do the work for her because she knows I enjoy English. What a kid. She doesn’t like to read anything but comics and video game storylines. Yep…what a kid.

I’m trying to convince her to start a blog. I’ll be sure to let you all know when she does.

I Got This: From Teen to Adult

Every teenager between 16 and 18: I got this. I know everything. I’m smart. I’m an adult now…sort of.

18 – 19: I don’t got this…mom? Mom? Hey mom what am I doing with my life?

When you finally figure things out: Okay…this time I got this for real. I am invincible!

When you have your kids: I went through this! I know everything!

Your teens ages 13 – 16: No you don’t understand me at all! No one understands me!

You: Yep…I went through this.

Your kids after they learn their lesson on their own: I should have listened to you…you were right about everything!

You: I know. Everything is gonna be okay.

Why I Watch Kids Movies During Exam Time

Watching movies may not sound like the most productive thing you could do while you have several exams to prepare for. You’ve got to review everything you know about Tap Water before you can even think about going anywhere more than 2 seconds from your room.

Sleeping, eating, drinking, social interaction; these things that we need in order to survive no longer matter.

The only thing we care about is passing so that we can move on with our lives and never have to think about the complexity that is Tap Water again.

So why on earth would I watch movies during a time where my main focus should be on learning everything I need to know for the exam? The answer, though it may not seem like it, is very simple. Watching movies, specifically kids movies allows me to relieve stress. After being awake between 8am and 3am for almost two weeks, with one meal a day and little to no social interaction outside of the classroom, I decided while in my zombie-like state that I wanted to watch something…specifically something that would make me laugh, and so I began watching shows.

When I reacted the final of each of the shows I was watching/catching up on, I realized that the shows were themselves stressful to watch as some of the episodes would leave me near tears due to some of the subject matter.

Then I decided, “I will watch a movie I haven’t seen in years!” and started searching up all of these kids movies that I hadn’t seen since I was maybe…well whenever I last saw them. A lot of the movies that I like came out around the time I was born, which makes sense now because my mother would say that I looked like a character from one of those films when I was maybe 5 or 6?

Ever since I began watching these happily ever after, funny, annoyingly corny movies, I’ve been in good spirits about writing my exams and I also ended up forgetting how incredibly tired I was…or am. I’m still tired but I’m about to watch An American Tail 2. I’ve never seen this one, and my little sister and I used to sing that one song that Fievel and his sister Tanya sing when my sister got this doll, and it was the only doll of that kind that she owned…so we pretended her doll was waiting for her family to come to our imaginary toy land. Our stuffed monkey Zoboomafoo (r.i.p D’:), was like her caretaker and he’d carry her around the town and stuff…this is becoming a totally random slightly off topic thing. Anyways it was a great song and the movie was pretty cute. Plus I like history…so I know I’ll learn something from it. I’m Canadian so I’d rather watch A Canadian Tail but that doesn’t exist…and well, Canadian television is finally stepping up its game. I think it will be a while until we have another good film. Our documentaries are pretty great though. Yah…I seriously should just write for television so we’ll gain more popularity. I have so many scripts that my sister and I have made over the years and our friends really liked them. However I’m more of a novelist…who likes to use a pen name because I’m kind of shy and my mom recommended it even though she doesn’t know anything about writing…or really care about it all that much.

Okay my eyes are literally burning…and now they’re watering. I think I should watch my movie and go to bed right after.

I may be less active for a few days I may not…depends on how confident I am after tomorrow.

Good luck to those with exams…and just some friendly advice….don’t stay up until 3 am everyday with only one meal in your belly. It is painful…and you will end up eating very unhealthy in order to pretend you aren’t starving.

Oh and don’t tell yourself you’re fasting because like…you’re not, you’re just choosing not to eat because eating requires leaving your studies and you know that if you walk away you are not coming back until like the day before the exam okay?

My dad was right I do say like a lot.

I have a stomach ache.

People who have…

People who have both parents in their lives…I don’t think they understand how important it is to have a good male role model; for both boys and girls. Just to have someone there to act as a father figure. It makes such a huge difference.

My mother.

Christmas Memories: The Balloon.

balloon

Today I thought that I would tell,

Memories of Christmas past.

Sit back and get cozy,

With your nose and cheeks rosy,

And listen to this tale.

— Orion.

 

T’was the week of Christmas and all through the house

There was laughter, excitement and a large cookie eating mouse.

My younger sister, at the time of the age of five,

Had a bright blue balloon that hit the ceiling while it flied.

I watched her run around the room.

She dashed by. Zip, zip, zip.

She raced around. Zoom, zoom, Zoom.

As she passed the tree there arose such a clatter.

She cried out and I asked her, “What is the matter?”

“My balloon,” she said with tears in her eyes,

“It’s stuck in the tree. The tree is taller than I.”

I puffed up my cheeks. Oh what should I do?

Call our mother for help,

Or do what we older siblings must do.

So I took the string and I tugged it a little.

The balloon was stuck in this tree so brittle.

I turned to my sister and said, “I didn’t have luck.”

She started to fuss and the balloon she tried to pluck.

She pulled harder and harder on that blue ribbon.

I said, “Let’s just go ask Mom. She’ll get be sure to get ‘em.”

But my sister wouldn’t stop,

Her balloon was up top.

So she jumped up and pulled as she headed for the ground.

My eyes grew wide at a startling sound.

Down went the tree.

Down the balloon.

Towards my young sister,

Who did not see the danger.

My heart raced and away I went,

I pulled back my sister as the tree bent.

Pop went the balloon.

Crash went the tree.

Mom ran in and looked from my sister to me.

“What on earth happened?” she asked worriedly.

My sister hugged me and smiled,

“My balloon was stuck,

I tried to get it down.

Then the tree started falling.

Good thing Eden was around.”

Mom started at me and said with a twinkle in her eye.

“Thank God for you little child of mine.

You saved your sister just in time.

Come let’s all get away from this tree.

Into the kitchen you’ll have milk and cookies.”

My sister looked sadly at her balloon.

“Cookies make your tummy happy,” I said,

“You’ll get another one soon.”

With a nod of her head she followed behind.

She took her hand and placed it in mine.

 

 

Orion Ryder. December 24, 2013.

For my little sister.

 

 

I just told som…

I just told some kid why I believe Muffy from Arthur is always trying to sell things. I realized that by doing so I was reviewing my most current business assignment…using Muffy’s situation as a case study.

A very stunned teenager…who is feeling very intelligent. 😛 TeeHee.