MyHeritage.com Face Recognition is HILARIOUS!!!!!

If you have the opportunity, you have definitely got to go to myheritage.com! It has got the funniest celebrity face recognition. You register for free, then you can upload a picture of yourself and they will tell you what celebrities from a database of 3,200 you resemble in that pic. Not only is it a hoot, it's a great source of procrastination. I got some of the craziest results!

I did two pictures where I have a close-lipped smile and my celeb matches were: Eminem, Kristin Davis, Jennifer Love Hewitt, Mira Sorvino(both times), Jodie Foster, Renee Zellweger, George Clooney, Kirsten Dunst and Chelsea Clinton.

A pic where I'm smiling w/ teeth: Tiger Woods, Joshua Jackson, Shirley MacLaine, Shiri Appleby, Naomi Campbell, Sally Field, Joaquin Phoenix, Rachel McAdams and Will Smith.

Sticking out tongue pic: Britney Spears, Elijah Wood, Elizabeth Taylor, Diana Ross, Jesse Jackson, Vin Diesel, Jimi Hendrix, Martin Luther King Jr., 50 Cent and Serena Williams.

Puffed-out cheeks pic: Bruce Lee, Mira Sorvino, Carmen Electra, Charles Manson, Barbara Streissand and Al Capone.

Laughing pic: Carson Daly and Alicia Keyes

Gangsta pic: Jesse Jackson, Elijah Wood and Lawrence Fishburne.

Kissy lips pic: Tom Cruise, Ava Gardner, Charles Bronson, Quintin Tarantino, Richard Gere, Albert Einstein, Sean Astin, Venus Williams, Kirsten Dunst and Anna Kournikova.

Going by the celebs who showed up more than once in my results, I am a mixture of Mira Sorvino, Elijah Wood, Kirsten Dunst and Jesse Jackson. What an odd combination!

I hope everyone had a good Easter! I was really happy w/ my Easter basket this year :) My parents have agreed to give me one every year until I'm married(though, I informed them that Jillian Luka still gets one). I got several leopard print items(two more picture frames, a pillow, a lamp shade), the RENT soundtrack, candy(like I really need to eat more candy) and I'm working on convincing my parentals that I need Season 2 of Smallville as a post-Easter gift. Tacoma, Chehalis and Seattle joined forces for our Easter choir program this year. We did the concert in Chehalis on Sunday night and I think that it went really well. The only problem was that a few of us(me, my sister Kcie, Melodie and Yvonne Bishop) had not received the memo that we were supposed to wear black and white for the concert, so we showed up in our lovely, colorful outfits. Reggie Macomber, who was in charge, allowed us to still sing, but I felt like I stuck out like a sore thumb. Oh, well, all's well that ends well, I suppose.

I think that I'm coming to the end of this post. Is there anything else that I want to add? Oh, there was some bum walking around the area where I catch my bus to school this morning. He was digging through garbage cans. I was praying that he wouldn't bother me and aside from staring me down, he didn't. He did, however, come over to where I was to pick up a diet Pepsi bottle off of the ground that still had a little bit to drink in it. Then he proceeded to drink it right in front of me and after each sip he would say "mmmm", then bend over and growl. Gotta love the Tacoma homeless. Alright, that's all for now. "That's all there is, there isn't...anymore."(I used to love watching the cartoon, Madeline :)

Dreams are weird...

Okay, I recently had one of the weirdest dreams of all time and last night I had a dream that was somewhat of a continuation of that dream. Normally, my dreams stem from something, either what I had watched that night or what I was thinking about right before I fell asleep, but this one made little sense. I was traveling somewhere w/ Bryan and Mindy(this part made sense, since I had ridden w/ them up to Portland) and we were being chased by some girl. She kind of looked like Samara from The Ring, but she had these extendo arms that could wrap around the car and whenever we had a window rolled down, she was able to get us. I was freaking out, while Mindy and Bryan were more concerned w/ getting to a rest stop because Bry had to go really bad. Well, we got to this little, in the middle-of-nowhere bathroom and for some reason, Nick Lachey(Jessica Simpson's former husband for those who aren't into pop culture) and his brother Drew were there. I talked to them like I had known them for years while Mindy and Bry used the loo. My dream ended there.

Then, last night, my dream picked up from where it had left off. We had just gotten back in the car. Nick Lachey told us that they would follow us for a little while since I was still scared of Samara getting us. Eventually they had to turn off the road to get to where they were going. All of a sudden, out of nowhere, we came along a car full of Baros brothers(Emmanuel, Simon, Florin and Alin). Bryan rolled down his window to wave and that was when Samara came. The last thing I remember in my dream was her pulling the car we were in into the woods and Mindy yelling, "Bryan Hinkle, you stupid idiot, roll up your window! You're gonna get us killed!" It wasn't really a scary dream, just really strange. Maybe tonight, I'll have another dream so that I can find out what happens to us next. Any dream interpreters out there?

You know what, or rather who else is weird? People who ride public transportation. The city bus is my mode of transportation and there are a lot of creepy people. There are also a lot of stupid people. Pierce Transit has changed the way the back doors of the bus now open. Instead of pushing on a bar to open it, there is this huge yellow sign that tells you to push there, accompanied by a picture of a hand. There are also bars on the doors that are now slanted instead of vertical like they used to be and they're in a different place than they used to be too, but I'm pretty sure that they're just to hold onto when the bus gets crowded. Anyways, this morning on my way to school, I counted 23 people who tried to push the bars to get of the bus. They realized that that didn't work and finally noticed the sign.

Back to the weird people, every once in a while I end up on the same bus as this lady who carries around a baby doll and treats it just like a real baby, bottles, diapers and everything. There's another lady who brings a stuffed cat and sits there petting it during the whole bus ride. One time, this super musty African guy came on the bus just to ask me to marry him(the same thing happened in NYC one time, again by an African dude). Last week, this old guy comes on the bus and he overheard these 2 other men who were talking in Spanish. The old guy proceeded to tell them a story about his Mexican friend and while he was talking, one of the guys tried, several times, to tell him that they were Puerto Rican, not Mexican. When the old guy finally got it, he asked them how long they had been in the States and if they had received their American citizenship yet! The Puerto Rican guys just looked at the old guy in disgust and moved to the back of the bus. If I'm not mistaking, I'm pretty sure that Puerto Rico is a U.S. territory. Does anyone else have any funny public transportation stories?

Luka made me do it!

Okay, okay, Chris. I give in. I am such a follower. I really don't know why I started this thing now. I have a bunch to do before my Brass Lab class tonight. But I'm procrastinating. Despite my father's objections, I think that I tend to do better when I save things until the last minute. Sounds like an excuse, huh? Anyways, I am more than halfway through my semester. Yay! I'll be done in a little more than a month. I think that I may actually make it out alive. I think I can, I think I can...

So, this past Sunday Melodie(Baars) and I were on to sing a duet and it turned out to be the most stressful special I have ever had to do. For one thing, we weren't able to practice w/ Yvonne Bishop, who was playing piano, until 10 minutes before the service, because Chris scheduled an orchestra practice for after Sunday School. I had forgotten my clarinet that morning and Melodie had to run me home to grab that along w/ my sister's trumpet. Then, by the time we were able to practice for our duet, we realized that the song we had chosen had a pretty much impossible range for the state of our voices at the time and that it was too difficult to put together in such a short amount of time, so we scratched that idea. By this time, everyone was going upstairs to the platform. We quickly chose something else, told Yvonne what we were doing, didn't have a chance to rehearse it and ran upstairs. Well, the last congregational song before prayer rolls around and it was one of the songs that me and Melodie were planning to do! We looked at eachother(I was on the platform and she was sitting in the second row of the congregation), with gaping mouthes and our eyes about ready to pop out of our heads. Melodie held up her hymn book, indicating that we better find another song, so she looked for one where she was and I looked for one where I was. I looked up right after I had found something fitting and saw that Melodie had found something too. When she signed the song number to me, I looked down and realized that it was the exact same one that I had chosen! Weird, huh? Or, more than likely, it was the Lord. So, to wrap up this extra long story, it worked out. But it really was the most stressful special that I've ever done!

Thanks to my Sunday School class, I realize that I'm getting old. A few weeks ago, I found out that most of them thought that I was in my 30's. Then on Sunday, we were talking about our spiritual eyesight and what types of things can get our eyes off of God and I mentioned things or people that we idolize. I told them that I used to be majorly obsessed w/ the group, Hanson(500 posters on my walls, 15 biographies, the whole deal) and not a single one of them knew who Hanson was! Of course, the kids in my class are between the ages of 10 and 12, but I'm not that old, am I?

A friend at school got me stuck on this Johari thing. It's kind of a psychological thing, where you choose 5 or 6 words that you think describe your personality, then other people come to your site and choose 5 or 6 words that they think describe your personality. Then, they show you this box that compares what you think about yourself and what others think about you. Here's the link for mine and you can make your own too:
http://kevan.org/johari?name=Chipmonk

I apologize in advance for the lack of interesting things that will be posted here on my blog, but my life really doesn't have an over abundance of intrigue. But I am going to attempt to post regularly, so check back anyways. Who knows, maybe eventually something fascinating will happen in my life. Maybe some RICH, tall, dark-haired, blue- or green-eyed, handsome, super musical man who resembles Tom Welling and shares my faith and values will come along and sweep me off my feet. HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA...........................