Sounds of Summer

All of the seasons are, in my opinion, characterized by different smells, sounds, tastes, and textures. Today I thought I’d talk about my favorite sounds of summer. So here they are, in no particular order.

1. The Ice Cream Truck
This one doesn’t apply now that I live in NYC, but when I was younger, the ice cream truck was a rare occurrence in my neighborhood. I would sit on my front porch for up to an hour, waiting for it, but it never came until I was least expecting it. At the marvelous sound, I would grab a dollar from my mother and chase the truck down the street barefoot. That sound excited me more than anything else.

2. Sparklers
On the Fourth of July, we always used to sit on the top of a parking garage near my house and watch the fireworks. Somebody would always bring sparklers. They were fun to watch and play with, sure, but to me their sound is synonymous with the good memories I have of the Fourth of July.

3. The Grill
Let me paint a picture for you: It’s a hot July day. Your mother has locked you out of the house in the attempt of making you have fun outside (only for an hour or two at a time, though, my mom isn’t insane!). You haven’t eaten since noon, and it’s six o’clock now. And then… you hear the marvelous sound of your father cooking burgers on the grill. It was truly a wonderful sound.

4. Baseball Meeting Bat
Every summer, my family and I go to a baseball game. It used to be that we went to a Columbus Clippers game on dime-a-dog night. We have since upgraded to a Yankees game, and although the atmosphere is waaay different, my favorite baseball sound remains the same– the sound of the baseball meeting the bat. Don’t ask me why, I won’t be able to tell you, but I love that sound.

5. Smacking Flip-Flops
Of course, because it’s summer, I hardly ever wear anything but flip-flops. Some people hate the sound of them smacking against the concrete, but to me summer just wouldn’t be summer without it.

There you have it, folks, my five favorite summertime sounds!

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(Note: the idea for this post was taken from the plinky.com prompt, “what is your favorite summer sound?”)

See Ya Later!


Hey there, blog readers!

This little post is just to let you guys know that I won’t be posting for a week or so. I’m going to camp, woo-hoo!! That week long period should give you enough time to subscribe and tell ALLLLLL your friends about me :). It’ll also give me enough time to write some more cool blog posts for you.

Bye-bye, blogosphere! See you next week!

What’s in a Name?

Some people have great stories behind their name. I know people who are named after relatives, biblical people, even rock stars. I know people named after cities, flowers, and virtues. Some people get to say that they were named after the place their parents met, or their mother’s favorite heroine.

Not I.

My parents chose my name (which is Olivia, by the way) purely because they — and I quote — “liked the way it sounded.” This isn’t to say that I don’t like my name. I love that there is a rainbow of nicknames for it, and at some point or other I have been called almost all of them. The only thing I don’t like about it is that apparently, my being named Olivia sparked a craze, and I cannot tell you how many times I have heard my name in a store, turned around, and seen a little girl running to her mother. I also share my name with an annoying cartoon pig. If I had a nickel for every time I heard that stupid theme song, I could buy out Bill Gates.

In fifth grade, my teacher projected one of those baby-naming websites on the SMART Board, and searched up all of our names so that we could see the meaning.

My classmates’ names all meant something like “brave warrior,” or “beautiful woman,” or “fountain of joy.” As you can probably guess, my name means none of the above.

It means elf army. That’s right– elf. army. Let it sink in.

Naturally, my classmates burst out laughing, and, yes, it’s funny that I was named after an army of elves. But, of course, in the nature of irony, I was the second-shortest kid in my class.

Oh, joy.

I have learned my lesson, and before I decide what to name my future children (way, WAY in the future) I will definitely be checking a baby-naming website.

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Rant on Movie Reviews

Movie commercials always have reviews on the bottom of the screen, something like “The New York Times calls this the best movie of the year!” I don’t know about you, but when I see something like that the little voice in my head goes “DING DING DING! Good movie alert!” But when I see the actual movie, I speculate whether or not the movie people changed the review around in their favor.

Like, what if the New York Times actually said “If you like bad acting and terrible special effects, then this is the best movie of the year!” but the movie people switched it around in their favor. Or maybe they said “Only a lunatic would call this a great movie!”

Sometimes, they don’t even say who the reviewer is! They’re just like “Critics Rave: Best romance of the decade!” Okay… but who’s the critic? Is it the Washington Post, or your aging mother? Unless the director’s aging mother is the movie reviewer for the Washington Post, in which case the review would be completely biased.

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Beachy Keen! (I’m so punny)

Here I am, sitting on the beach, writing a blog post. The beach is amazing, but living about 45 minutes away from it makes me less appreciative of it than I once was, or that I probably should be.

I used to sit in the car for HOURS, sometimes even days, impatiently waiting for us to arrive. When we were about 15 minutes away, I would roll down my window and smell the salty air. As soon as we got there, my brother and I scrambled out of the car, haphazardly threw on our bathing suits, and raced into the ocean. Now, I walk slowly out of the car, plop into a chair and sit there for a while, like I’m doing now.

I used to marvel at how huge the ocean was, but now I barely even pay attention to its size, because I see it so often. Also, I’m not worried about the ocean swallowing me whole, now that I’m older, and the waves don’t knock me down nearly as much as they used to.

I used to live for the boogie boarding, the jumping, the diving in and out of waves. Now I’m content to only wade in a few feet. And, honestly, I’d rather be at the pool.

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Potterheads, This One’s For You

That’s all, folks. The Harry Potter series has drawn to a close, one which (I thought, at least) did justice to the book and to the characters. I would know, because I have now seen the movie twice– once in New York and once in Ohio. It made me laugh, and it made me cry, like any good movie should do. I cheered for Harry and shuddered at Voldemort. (really, how creepy is it that he has no nose?) Needless to say: go. see. it.

It seems like the question everybody wants to know the answer to is “Who’s your favorite character?” The obvious thing for me to say in response to this would be Hermione, and, yes, I do see a lot of myself in her. By the way, my favorite Hermione line, and one that I can almost hear myself saying, is “You could have gotten us killed! Or worse, expelled!” Classic.

Anyway, my favorite character is actually Draco Malfoy. Why do I like Harry’s Number 2 enemy, you ask? He’s torn between what he knows is the right thing to do, and what his parents want. His struggle is more evident in the books than in the movies, though, which dissapointed me.

A close second would be Severus Snape, but if I say why I’ll spoil the movie, so go see it yourself! After that… probably Ron Weasley. He’s hilarious.

Happy movie-watching, Potterheads!

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I’m Baaaaack!

That’s right, people, the slightly crazy teenager is back on the blogosphere bandwagon! I stopped this blog before because I had basically zero readers. Actually, I probably still don’t have any readers, but whatevs. This blog is for my (and your, if anybody is reading this) entertainment, not for a feature in Teen Vogue. Although, that would be awesome… But that’s beside the point.

How did this little blog of mine start up again, you ask? I had thought of doing it again for a while, but I couldn’t find any good ideas. Then, I began writing in my journal, and I realized that the entry was starting to sound a LOT like a blog post. So, I made it into one, which I will publish in a few days. First, though, I just wanted to introduce you old timers and new readers to the blog. 🙂

I hope all of you very few people enjoy the blog, and remember to comment below or email me at slightlycrazyteenager@yahoo.com.