Well, this is sad.

My first post in months and it's mocking someone. Aren't I so nice?

I would love to hear your thouhts. Speaking of which, what is a thouht? Is it when you don't think about anything that has a g in it?

Well, this is new.

Here's my wonderful in-class essay.

The topic: Should all children be forced to write right-handed?

The first version:
     I believe that yes, all children should be forced to write right-handed in order to make everyone equal. We Americans are very firm in our belief for equality--except, you know, all the minorities. Children should be forced to write right-handed because there is a possibility that being left-handed might be an advantage,  an since everyone is "created equal" (except, you know, Thomas Jefferson's 500 some slaves), we can't have some children be more advantaged. We want to crush the individuality out of all children; they must be EXACTLY THE SAME.

ALL OF THEM.


We, the government, are actually thinking of initiating a new system of government where children are taken

And that's all I wrote before deciding that no way was the teacher going to be happy with that and since it was a timed essay, I had to get moving on writing the "real" version.

     I believe that yes, all children should be forced to write right-handed. As Americans, we are firm believers in equality, and we would like to continue to uphold our traditions. These things may be hard to keep alive if we let children decide what hand they are more comfortable writing with.
     The United States was founded on the premise of equality and a fair government. Therefore children should all be forced to write with one hand to ensure that they are equal. Writing with the left hand may have advantages and we don't want any children to feel as though they aren't as good as their peers.
     In addition to that, we have many traditions that we would like to keep--shaking hands with the right hand, taking an oath [e.g. in court], the Pledge of Allegiance, saluting--all of these things are done with the right hand. If we allow our children to write left-handed, they may become uncoordinated with their right and will not be able to complete these actions with the dignity and respect they deserve.
     Children need to learn that sometimes in life, you have no choice. We don't want them to learn this in inappropriate or upsetting situations, so we feel that they can begin learning this when they learn to write. It is a very simple way to learn two things at once. This is why all children should write with their right hands only.







Just for the record, I am left-handed.



(this picture is for Thay's shirt)

Random Short Story Failure

Here is one of the short stories I had to write for school, that I was going to post but then forgot at school but anyhow I'm actually at school right now. Oh, also:

My science teacher is currently in intensive care because he has an infection in his heart. Hopefully he'll be okay but in the meantime we're using science as a study hall. Which is why I'm writing right now.

So, the first story, which had to include the words ring, policeman, and marshmallows.

     Maurice opened the bag of marshmallows and began to roast one. As he toasted it over the coals, he heard a twig snap in the trees behind him. He slowly turned to look over his shoulder.
     A small figure dresses in white crawled out of the forest, long, dark hair covering its face. Maurice's heart began to race. The unearthly creature continued its slow descent to the campsite.
     Maurice jumped to his feet, holding the roasting fork out in a futile attempt at self-defense. The creature stood up, and for a moment its face, twisted with hatred, was visible. It bared its teeth and within an instant leapt in a vicious attack.
     The last thing Maurice saw before he died was the ring of the eclipsed moon overheard.
When the police arrived at the scene the next day they could not find the body. After hours of searching, a policeman finally found him, face frozen in silent terror, within the forest from whence the creature came.


And now school is over. Thank the floor. <--long story



Also: I tried to spike my hair but it didn't work. Instead my friend sprayed green polka dots in it. And there's a stripe, too.

Ten is a very special number.

I guess. Because there's base ten and other stuff and the metric system and whatever. But today ten is a very special number because...I have ten followers! As you may have realized, I, like many people, enjoy any semblance of fame I can achieve. So we'll ignore the fact that I actually know the 10th follower IRL. Because I do. So, congratulations. I think.

Also I finally figured out how to not count my views in the pageview counter, so I suppose I should change the title there. Which means I actually got 15 views today. Which is cool. /lame

You may also have noticed the new favicon. If you were wondering what it is (which I doubt you were, but if so, what a crazy random happenstance!) here it is:

And yeah, I'm thinking I should probably change it to just a turdle (this is a turdle, not a turtle, I know how to spell) without the text since no one can read it. Yeah. I should do that. Maybe later.

Aaaand...I had to write a short story today (and I'm terrible at writing short stories since they always sound like novel excerpts) and the only directions given were that it should be pretty short and that it had to include these three words:

1. Ring
2. Policeman
3. Marshmallows

Not one marshmallow, but many. So, anyway I figured I'd share it with anyone who actually reads my blog. If...anyone...does....

NOOOOoooooooooooo

I left it at school. So, no almost-creepy short story fails for today. Maybe tomorrow.

And that's about it. I think.


Ohhhh also for school I have to make this autobiographical multimedia presentation thing and it's supposed to be an all-year project. So I decided to make a short film. I'm going to drive around the country with a video camera...only not. I wanted to borrow one of the schools video cameras because they're better than the one I have and since it's a film I'd like to use a good camera, but apparently they used to allow people to borrow cameras and one was returned damaged and one wasn't returned for a long time. So because of two less-than-careful people, I must use a lesser camera. THE HORROR, I know, but still. Grr.

So, that's about it NOW. If I actually don't fail the movie thing I might post clips that don't include any really personal information but are still interesting. Except I probably won't, because I'll probably fail.


Laters.

This was going to be a post about...

...either the horribly depressing demise of my guitar (it was very depressing) or washing my cat (he needs washing), but a) I didn't take any pictures of my guitar, and b) I never got around to washing the cat, either.

So instead I'm going to rant at all of you and then suggest that there may be almost-interesting photos on Wednesday.

So, some brilliant person à mon école came up with the brilliant idea of having "spirit week" this week. The days are as follows:


Monday (that's today): Nerd Day
Meaning: Nearly every girl will show up in HIPSTER GLASSES because they think they are NERD GLASSES even though they AREN'T. And yeah, I realize how snooty and superior I sound.

Tuesday: Pajama Day
Meaning: I think I'm going to throw up.

Wednesday: Crazy Hair Day
Meaning: Everyone does stupid things with their hair except me*, because I'm [insert adjective of your choice here] like that.

Thursday: Crazy Hat Day
Meaning: Everyone wears stupid hats. Except maybe me. Well, either way I won't but** anyway.

Friday: Sports Day
Meaning: You tell me.

Yes, I am annoying and snoot and superior THANK YOU FOR NOTICING. It's also 3:19 am and I'm already under slept, like, chronically, 'cos insomnia and then in general I'm dumb.

And this, people, is why you never let me blog after 3 in the morning. Or ever, really, but especially not after 3 in the morning.

Also
help i'm alive
I'm listening to Metric. But anyway
bye.


*If I manage to wake up early enough and I'm actually coherent I may attempt liberty spikes. I'll probably fail, but in the event that I don't, well, hopefully I'll have some pictures of the back of my head for you. Not that you really care, but anyway.
**I would wear my*** gas mask, but I already have and anyway I have this Soviet military hat and also a rabbit fur hat. The rabbit fur hat isn't that  crazy per-say, but if I ask people to consider where the rest of the rabbit went....
***I haven't actually bought it yet, nor am I certain I'm going to. I borrowed it.

Would y'alls rather...

...listen to me talk in a horrible fake accent or "suffer" using proper grammar?

 People who confuse these words make me very, very angry. I do not appreciate confusion of these words.

Some people, whose names may or may not come from the French word for sadness, frequently confuse these words.


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Rarg. That is all.

And now, ladies and gentleman, the moment you've all been waiting for...Pet Peeves: Vol. II

Yes, after much deliberation (read: procrastination), I am returning with Pet Peeves!

11. Hypocrites
Now, I myself happen to be a hypocrite. But, that doesn't mean I can;t hate it when people are hypocritical. I actually believe I have been less hypocritical lately, so there. An example of someone else being a hypocrite: let's say you have to share a work/storage space with someone for a long time, like a year. And the other person is a self-proclaimed neat-freak, and you're kind of maybe sort of totally a slob. So, the first day the other person says to you, "I'm so glad we're working together [or whatever these awfully cheerful morning people say]! And now, you're going to have to keep your side [of the work/storage space] really neat and clean all year, okay?" And then within a week they have they're crap all over the place. I mean, SERIOUSLY.
12. Busybodies
While, again, I do like to know as much about people as I can ("Know thine enemy"), I'm not going to go "meddle in their affairs" just because I can. I happen to respect people's privacy and would rather they do the same.
 13. People Who Compare Music
I mean specifically as in, "this person is like the indie Brittany Spears." There is no similarity between them at all, okay? That's part of being indie, if I'm correct. And I don't like Brittany Spears.
14.People Who Laugh Too Much
I know some people who are constantly laughing. And not even about funny things. For example: someone sneezes. And it's a normal sneeze. OH MY GOD SO FUNNY. /sarcasm
15. Trolls
Trolls in general annoy me. And people who go out of their way just to make someone else seem stupid and uninformed (coughcoughmybrothercough). I only do that when it's necessary.

Eh. That's all for now.

I'm sorta confused why this posted itself before I even wrote anything....

So, again, no more Pet Peeves, not that you care, blah blah blah.
Doctor's Office: Singer has moved up to spot two on Google. I checked #4 and was like "oh no, how did this happen?" and then I saw it had moved up. I'd like to imagine that means I'm becoming more "famous."
Instead of complaining about what other people do, I'm going to complain about how I'm sore instead:

As some of you may know, I happen to dance. Ballet, to be precise (modern this year, too, but only an hour a week and it's part of ballet). And ballet can be really, really painful when you haven't dance for a month and then all of a sudden have three hours of class, an hour of which is conditioning. So now I'm going to make a list of how I'm sore, which if anyone's comments (remember that?) about not being able to understand the scientific terms because they haven't taken basic anatomy/forgot it all, then maybe I'll explain. But until then, NO, haha I feel evil.

Gastrocnemius: which Blogger says I spelled wrong, but I know I didn't. Okay whatever they're the calf muscles. Slightly sore but not so much.

Quadriceps: please shoot me in the head I can barely walk curse you conditioning. And I also had a charley horse which was really painful and had to happen in the middle of class. So now I can't bend my knees while there's any weight at all on them (I can but it's painful and difficult), and if I want to sit down I have to lower myself with my arms. I FEEL SO USELESS.

Latissmus dorsi: which apparently I spelled right the first time. Basically my back is sore and there's nothing I can do about it. It's hard to stretch.

Hamstrings: usually a lot more sore than my quads; I can't say a reversal of circumstances is any better.

Rectus abdominis: thankfully easier to stretch out than the obliques, but annoying because BEING SORE IS REALLY ANNOYING.

Also I have a sore throat. But I don't think it's strep. If it's strep I'm going to shoot someone, because I've already had it twice this year. And since I'm sick I can't go to Nutcracker auditions, which means I won't be able to do it this year...which means I have a chance at winning NaNoWriMo for once! That's me, always looking on the bright side! Yeah, right.

Cyber Twins & Shared Brains: Awesome Things (and I ramble)

So, I'm making a list of awesome things. I know I said I'd do more PEt PEeves, but honestly, you don't care. It's okay, you can admit it. I don't mind. (Well, I do, but since I figured it out myself you can just say it anyhow)

Cyber Twins And Shared Brains
It's really amazing when you're just on NaNo and it turns out there's someone else who looks like you (i.e. REDHEADS FOREVER!) And it's even better when you share a brain!
Shared brain=I say something and then they're like, that's exactly what I was thinking. Except when it happens consistently.

Soundproof Rooms
I think a soundproof room would be really, really, fantabulous, because I like to sing along with music when I'm listening to it (really loudly, of course, when possible) and I. Cannot. Sing. At. All. So, in a soundproof room, not only could I play music as loudly as I wanted, no one could hear me sing!

• Probably one of the main reasons I sound awful when singing is that on my iPod I have all of four bands with female lead singers, and therefore most of the songs are pitched too low for me to sing. Honestly I don't really care, but whatever.
• Those four bands with female vocalists are the Cranberries, Evanescence, Eyes Set to Kill, and Nightwish.
• Cranberries:
• Come on, there's no way I can mimic that accent, or sing their songs without it
• Evanescence:
• I would be even more of an idiot than I already am to think I could match Amy Lee's voice. 'Nuff said.
• Eyes Set to Kill:
• She sounds both completely aloof and yet so involved. I can't do that either.
• Nightwish:
• I've only acutally heard Tarja, and a) the accent, b) she could sing opera.

iPod

Dear iPod,

We may have our differences, like how you only want to play music through one speaker while I'd like to listen through both, but despite that and the fact that your lock button doesn't work, you still manage to play enough music to keep me entertained.

Love, MOI

Chocolate Chip Cookies

While obviously not quite as amazing as chococolate nut cookies, chocolate chip cookies are delicious and chocolaty. Om nom nom.

That's all for now. Because I'm actually supposed to be doing useful stuff other than blogging when you guys aren't even going to read it. Oh, well.

Apparently no one else has a Doctor's Office where they criticize singers and give attitude checks.

Yeah, that's right. Go ahead and Google "Doctor's Office: Attitude Check." Number one. And then Google "Doctor's Office: Singer." Fourth. Not counting Google Maps stuff.
It would seem that having somewhat original blog titles does get my blog in the first page of results. So, obviously, now I must have all original titles.
Aside from that, some anecdotes of my ridiculous cousin. Her nickname is Zibby. I don't actually remember how this came up, but I don't think I've called her by her real name in over a year. Even when talking to other people about her. So, talking to her older sister (who I'll call Anne):

Anne: Zibby bought Nutella.
Me: Tell Zibby I'm going to eat all the Nutella.
Anne: She says if you eat the Nutella she'll eat you.
Me: I'll eat her first and then the Nutella.
Anne: She says, "Now that I know her plan I'll eat her first."

Oh, Zibby.


L'ANNÉE SCOLAIRE COMMENCE!

Which I'm obviously so excited about. Because I have FRENCH! Whoo hoo. /sarcasm

It's really tempting to revoke your privilege to comment on my glorious blog, would it were soiled by your...nah, you wouldn't care 'cos you never comment.




Probably some more Pet Peeves tomorrow. Or maybe later today if I'm so inclined. It's kind of funny how some guy decided to criticize my insistence on perfect grammar at all times, and yet only managed to publicize my blog. Blah blah blah. Whatever.

I had a nightmare the other day, which was kind of wow because I've never had one before. It was about snakes. And then yesterday I was walking and I almost stepped on a snake. I've also almost stepped on a rattlesnake in bare feet. And a black rat snake (probably), but with shoes. I'm usually not afraid of snakes, but since I keep almost-stepping on them...yeah.


The main point of this post was to let everyone know I have the number one Google search item. So there.


...and yet I still only have nine followers.

Learn to Spell

Here's a list of commonly mis-spelled words that I think you should all learn to spell correctly:

Poetry
This word is not spelled with an "h." I'm not sure what planet you're from if you spell it like that.

Why
It has a "w" and an "h" in it, too, just so you know.

Who
It is not spelled, "hu."

Ever.

You
Very similar to "why." It does have a "y" and an "o," too.

What
It has an "h!" See, you can learn stuff on the internet!

Cardiovascular
It's actually pretty easy to spell. It's really funny if you can get a three-year-old to try to say it. Depending on the three-year-old.

Sorry
Ever heard of vowels?

Bye
Please note that the short way of saying goodbye and bisexual are not to be confused. Bye≠bi.

Two, Too, and To
Not exactly a spelling thing, but they do have different spellings and meanings. Two is a number. Too means also, besides, to an excessive degree, or very. To is both a preposition and an adverb. Learn the difference.

Please
There. Is. No. Z.

That's all for now. And, apparently, we have some Brazilian readers. If that's true, I expect comments. If it's false, then I'm very gullible. But I'm still very skeptical about that.

Anyhow.

Sayonara.

Oh, and if nobody cares that I think that perfect grammar should be used in all situations (WHEN POSSIBLE), then why do they keep reading my blog?

Pet Peeves: Vol. I

1. Bad Grammar
People using incorrect grammar make me want to kill myself, then come back to life, tear all my hair out, kill myself again, and come back to life and yell at them. I actually correct total stranger's grammar. This summer, at Yellowstone. Hiking, lots of ground squirrels. This random kid is like, "Yeah, there's a lot of squirrels." And I'm like, "There are a lot of squirrels." Maybe this just proves I'm a total jerk, but whatever. Grammar is important. (or should I say, grammar) Get that into yer heads, people.
2. Using Shortcuts While Typing
Using shortcuts while texting on a small keypad is bad enough, but then these idiots have to carry that habit onto their computer keyboards. HELLO, you've got a perfectly fine keyboard at your disposal, why don't you use it? Maybe you want to type faster, but hey, if you actually bothered to type properly, you would start typing faster. so b4 u start typin lik dis learn wat a keyboard is also wat th shift key dos
3. Replacing Letters
Why on earth would you bother spelling "was" as "wuz?" Did it ever occur to you that, HELLO, the "w," "a," and "s" keys are waaay closer than "w," "u," and "z?" I didn't think so. In addition, adding a "z" to the end of words (or even in the middle) does not make you cool. Or repeating a letter. Unless it's a vowel to stress that the syllable is exaggerated. This: looong. Okay. This: wazzupppp. No. That's not even a word.
4. Bad Spelling
Apparently I shouldn't mock people for their bad spelling, but, hey! it really gets on my nerves. How on earth do you get, "pohetry" out of "poetry?" Or "sleander mean" out of "Slender Mane?" (which, by the way, is insanely creepy and I'm paranoid now (well, more than I was before). I'll probably post links later) Yeah, okay maybe the person doesn't know how to spell the word they've spelled wrong, but a) DID YOU NOTICE THE RED LINE?! The red line means YOU CAN'T SPELL. And, b) learn to spell it.
5. Exclamation Points
For some reason, I feel like exclamation points, when not used alone (such as this!) should be in specific amounts, by which I mean: this is okay!!! It has three exclamation points. This is not okay!! Neither is this!!!! But this is!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! There probably isn't any reason what so ever for this. It just drives me insane.
6. "I'm [disorder]"
It seriously pisses me off (by now you may have discovered that I am very easily angered) when people say, "I'm OCD," or "I'm ADD/ADHD." You. Are. Not. A. Disorder. You may have the disorder, but you are mostly certainly not it.
7. HUGZZZZZ!!!!!!
People who randomly, without reason, are all, "OMG GIMME A HUG!" piss. Me. Off. Uh, hello, is there a reason I should be giving you a hug? No. Bugger off. However, if there's a reason, go ahead. This: you're my best friend and you're leaving forever but until then I will hug you every time I see you. Yes, you ahead. This: omg the sky has clouds gimme a hug, or HUUUG!!!!!!! No. So irritating. Get away from me.
8. Space Invasion
Some people don't get that other people really don't like being touched or being to near anyone. So when someone is like OMG HUGZZ or whatever, or just decides to put their hand on my shoulder or something (and if they're doing it to piss me off, I kill them. Not really but I'd like to), and I'm either, err please get away from me, or don't touch me, or I just squirm, I DON'T LIKE IT. Derp. Obvious. There's not really any reason for this, but it bothers me.
9. Doors
Being in my room with the door open makes me get hives. Not really. But I hate it. I can feel the open door. And if I say I want it closed, CLOSE IT. 'Nuff said.
10. My Problems Are More Important Than Yours!
I am an extremely selfish person. I am alost always absorbed in my own problems. BUT--I don't go and say "My problems are more important." They really aren't. They're petty, ridiculous things. I should just get over them but I can't, so instead I just try to pay attention to other people's problems (unless they're just really, really stupid). It doesn't really work. But at least I try.


That's it for now. Please note, as per the whole title thing, this is only the first set. Believe me, I could write 50,000 words of my pet peeves. I could actually win NaNoWriMo for once! And then have all of my pet peeves in a nice, free book. Chyeah, awesome.

In the meantime,
WINTER WRAP-UP, WINTER WRAP-UP!!!
Let's finish our holiday cheer
WINTER WRAP-UP, WINTER WRAP-UP!!!
'Cos tomorrow spring is here,
'COS TOMORROW SPRING IS HERE!!!


*clears throat* Ciao, then.

The World Is Out To Get Me

Except this isn't really Wangst, it is Injustice.

I am left handed.

In my french class, there are three lefties. And somewhere from two to three left-handed desks. The third one disappears regularly, probably just to spite us. The desks are also very small, which makes it pretty darn well impossible to open/write in a binder if I'm stuck with a right-handed desk. Of course, binders are another issue--

Binders are made with right-handed people in mind. Because, as I said, the world is out to get me and all the other left-handed people in the world. It's really, really unpleasant to write on the front of a piece of lined paper for any length of time, i.e. more than a paragraph.

Also it's annoying when I'm trying to write something by hand and keep it neat and clean and I end up smudging half the words into the Territory of Illegible.

Not to mention the thousands of tools designed with your average right-handed person in mind. Can openers: confusing.
Scissors: annoying.
Other stuff: unjust.

That basically everything I can think of at the moment. Just for the record, I am also a redhead. Even more special. Wahaha! (somewhat creepy laugh) Also I'm just awesome.





Not really. But can't we dream?

Hurricane:

Conditions: Rain, wind, rain, wind, my bedroom wall is leaking (under the eaves), and the basement window well is flooding. Also more rain and wind. And two power-outages thus far: Around 5:40, it went out for about 15 seconds, and then the stupid computer took 10 minutes to reboot (which it shouldn't). The second time it was only out like three seconds, and the stupid computer was slightly less stupid and turned on properly.
Death count: Three. This I believe I heard on the news.

That's all.

I had Coldstone today and some Snickers bar got stuck in one of my molars and thus tore some of my cheek.
This = annoying + painful
Not fun.

And now it's really the end.

Hurricane, or Wie ist das Wetter?

What's up with all the natural "disasters," anyway? Seriously, I'm having a bad enough week as it is. Whatever. Not that you care about my stupid life, you already have to put up with the stuff I write as it is.

So, hurricane. Whoop whoop. My take on it? Lots of bad weather followed by a pause and then more bad weather.

Now children, this is what a hurricane looks like. Actually, I have no idea what the hay I'm saying. But, meh. My basic understanding of hurrcanes is that there's the storm, and there's an eye in the middle, and if in the middle of your awful weather you experience sunshine, STAY INSIDE: IT'S LYING TO YOU BECAUSE IT WANTS TO EAT YOU. DON'T LET IT FOOL YOU.

Now that I've shared this wisdom with you--

Moving on.

What will I be doing during this weeks second Nature Hates Us episode? Hiding, of course. Like the coward I am! Hiding with anything I wouldn't be able to live without in the event of Major Damage. Like the house falling down on my head. Youch. That sounds worse than a concussion (which, honestly, sounds kind of gross: your head squishing around in your skull. Ewww). Also food, in the event of the whole house-falling-down scenario. And all the emergency stuff like first aid and water and whatever the Red Cross says. I think I have the list somewhere.

I just read over some of this and realized that it's really pointless. I guess I'll continue then.

Actually every time I think of the hurricane I don't panic or think about any of the stuff I just rambled about, I get part of "When You Were Young" by the Killers stuck in my head. The bit about the hurricane. Which is totally not the point of the song...but whatever.

And now to finish the post, more songs related to Hurricanes. Mostly the title, or by association.

Hurricane, by 30 Seconds to Mars

Hurricane, by Panic! At the Disco

Let's Kill Tonight, by Panic! At the Disco (because it's either right before or right after Hurricane)

When You Were Young, by the Killers

Well, you may or may not have just wasted a perfectly good amount of time reading my blog.

Bis Später

EARTHQUAKE

That
was an earthquake. I'm sort of freaked out now. Sadly my first thought was "What the hey are you, cat?" Um, not cat, earthquake.

This is me right now: ohgodohgod we're all gonna die. Also there might be a hurricane? I dunno.

2012

Someone was talking about this earlier...don't remember. Meh.

Point is, JUST BECAUSE THE MAYAN CALENDER IS ENDING DOESN'T MEAN THE WORLD IS.


There is no logical reason why the world would end then. Also, are we talking about the world as in the universe, Earth, or the US? Never mind. When the sun explodes, tell me the world is ending. I'll be dead by then.




Hopefully.

Title

Here's a conversation (online, not in person) with an acquaintance of mine. Not word for word, but you'll get the idea. I'll call this person...Alfred.

Me: Hi.
Alfred: hiiii
Me: Okay....
Alfred: lol
Me: The Foo Fighters are going to perform here after all.
Alfred: lol
Me: That's not really funny.
Alfred: lol
Me: The suicide rate has increased recently.
Alfred: lol
Me: I'm a homicidal maniac and you're my next victim.
Alfred: lol ur so weird

Get my point? It's not quite that bad, but almost.

Next random topic.

Just because Brendon Urie is wearing eyeliner in the video for "I Write Sins Not Tragedies," does not mean Panic!'s first album is "emo." Speaking of the music video, where's the rest of the band?

Next.

One last taunt at Twilight and then I'll shut up about it. Summary of Twilight:
Bella complains about the rain. Then about her clumsiness. Then she says that Edward is beautiful. Then that she's not worthy, and clumsy, too.
I flipped to three random pages in the book, and two of those three pages had Bella mentioning "Edward's perfect face." Not in those words. But whatever.

Next.

I did not go to see Blink-182 and My Chemical Romance on the Honda Civic Tour. Which I'm not happy about. Apparently it was awesome. >_<

Next.

Have you ever noticed that in school you're constantly being forced to take American History classes? I mean, yeah, okay, we live here, but honestly I don't need to hear any more about "the home of the free and the land of the brave." Or whatever it is.

Analysis of my fear of heights:
If I'm in a harness climbing a ladder and it's all well-secured and (most likely) perfectly safe, I'm freaked out. Or if I'm up, 80 some feet in a tree on a platform that's safe, in a harness, with all the afore-mentioned safety stuff, this is my brain, "ohgodohgod we're all gonna die."
If I'm standing at the edge of a cliff, about a foot away from the edge over looking a distance of much more than 80 feet, then it's awesome. And I'm telling whoever is worrying about falling off the cliff to shut up. So smart, I know.
Basically: I don't trust humans. Because I'm actually a robot plotting to take over the world. Not really.

/stupid post.

Yeah, so...

...I'm being internet-stalked. Sort of. Just go take a look at one of the blogs mentioned in the "Blogs you might like" sidebar on [blog]. It starts with "s," just to give you a horrible clue. Okay, now that I look back at it I realize it's not such a bad clue. Meh. I'd rather send you on a wild goose chase. Which it isn't. So....
 'Kay. Here's what you do--you just keep clicking at the hotspots on the image below until you get to said blog.
Have fun!

Yeah, take a look at some of those posts and you'll see that some of them probably are things I have said, verbatim. And also, there may or may not be a picture of a large flightless bird, and something looking like this: \_/ I made that up. So, chyeah. Believe me, or don't. Enjoy your wild goose chase.

80 Days

Jah. 80 days until November. I don't know if I can last 'till then. I WAS doing Camp NaNoWriMo, but then I got lazy. And I wanted to use that plot idea for November. Hopefully this time I'll actually get somewhere with my plot, and get past 12,000 words. Unfortunately, November is right before December. December is Nutcracker time. Which means that November is an insane mess of rehearsals and fittings. Which equates no novel time. And my laptop is No More. Maybe I should get a typewriter. I might write a proper post later, then again I may not. I have an argument scheduled for tonight. Yep. I schedule them in advance.

Neighbors

Hate them. Hatehatehatehatehate them. I can hear their stupid party from inside my house with all the windows closed. And the whole yard between us. It's not a tiny yard.

But GRRRR. Hatehatehate them. Dear neighbors, please shut up, I hate you and your stupid dog.

Oh, yeah, that's the other thing: they leave their dog out all night, "because he needs to do his business."
a) Not for 12 hours.
b) Uh, we could call animal control. And then they would euthanize him. Possibly. Which, frankly, would be better for us and the dog, because it's theoretically grounds for animal abuse. *smirks*


I HATE YOU SO MUCH.


Seriously, at 4 in the morning, their stupid dog is barking its stupid face off. Pardonnez-moi ma langue, but shut the hell up.


Or I will call animal control some day. *tears hair out*

And this is the second time they've had a party. I don't care if you have a party. I DO care if I can hear it inside with all doors and windows closed. Can I call the police on you for grounds of disturbing the peace?

I'll get you my pretty--and your little dog, too.

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There's my new emoticon--the angry alien.

Or maybe this one. Whatever goes.

Sick of Twilight Already

According to me, if one can't be interesting enough to write a successful parody on something, it's stupid and one doesn't have to put up with it. Of course, I've never written a successful parody. In general, I do not write parodies. So, another pointless thing I've said.
Anyway.
Eyes Set to Kill.
Not that you knew, or cared to know, but I have decided I like them. *snods* 'Cos they're cool. Or they have good music. Whatever goes. I've only listened to Reach so far, but it's great. And then I was listening to Evanescence (because they both start with "e" they're right next to each other! Gosh, who's have guessed?!) and then my iPod ran out of charge so I went to charge it, and check computer-interwebs stuff and noticed my blog has OVER A THOUSAND PAGEVIEWS. And decided to write a post about it, but just saying is too short....and here I am.
Also, I did this play once, and there was this one really annoying girl, and, RAAARG, we actually had to share a dressing room, but the other people weren't quite so annoying, thank something, and this is really a run-on sentence. Whew. And anyhow, I was listening to Three Days Grace on my iPod and she's like oh I love Three Days Grace, and I'm like good for you I hate them forever (no I don't, please tour here soon, unlike Dave Grohl, who hates us, apparently. >_<) and then she started talking about Evanescence, except, you know how she pronounced it?
eh-VAN-essence. I don't know how to do the pronunciation marks. So sue me. And, if it were just the name, it would still be bad but not quite so bad, but it's a word, too. So, yeah, curse you for screwing up pronunciation. It's important.

Mwahaha. No one cares but if you're subscribed, or stalking me, or whatever, you'll have to know I wrote up these random, pointless posts. Haha.

Twilight: Chapter One (I'm skipping the Preface because it's not really a preface anyhow, I think)

Okay, I lied. It's not going to be a Serious Parody. I'm not good at that kind of stuff. Anyhow.

My mom drove me to the airport in Phoenix, and all the while I was thinking about how gorgeous and sunny--not that I can tan :` (  --and how awful and rainy it is in Forks, Washington where my dad lives and I hate it so much OMG it rains, and it's cloudy. Who'd a thought, ikr? And then my mom was like, "Oh, Bella, are you sure?" And I'm like, "Mom, I want to do this," but I was really thinking, "Nonononono noooooo! I hate Forks, don't make me do this!"

But whatever, too late.

So, there was the plane ride, which was fine, but I had to drive a whole hour with Charlie, he's my dad, and since I'm a totally insecure teenage girl I don't really talk much and he doesn't either, so it was super awkward. And he drove his cruiser, since he's police chief, and that's why I so need a car, even though I can't afford it, cuz I don't wanna drive around in a police car.

And, also, I barely had any luggage, cuz Phoenix is all warm and sunny so my clothes weren't suited for awful, rainy Washington. Have I mentioned that it's rainy? But then it turned out Charlie had already gotten me a car, so--

Meh. This is boring. I'll skip to her self-description. It's much whinier. But at least it doesn't mentioned the rain. Honestly, yeah, it's huge in life, but I don't need or want to hear it constantly in a book. Especially not when she's constantly complaining oh my god the rain the rain the rain!

My dad signed me up for the Forks High School, which because it's such a small town, it's the only one. I was not looking forward to be the only new student, which I knew I would be, because it's such a small town. And everyone would already know each other, because it's such a small town. It's a small town.

And, maybe it would be easier if I looked like a real Arizona girl, but no, I'm all pasty, but I'm not a redhead and I don't have black hair, so I look like some sort of albino. And no one likes me and I have bad balance and I can't play sports and I hate my life BAW.

And then I tried to cry myself to sleep but it didn't work because of the RAIN.

Ugh. I can't do anymore, this is awful. I have to have the book open beside me because it's so unmemorable that I can't do this without it. >_< Not the ideal way to spend a evening.

However, I do have an illustrated post about stink bugs Coming Soon, so don't despair. Not yet, anyway. If the apocalypse comes, then you can. I'll try to let you know.

Twilight: Chapter by Chapter

Okay, so, I read the Wikipedia article on Twilight, and even before that I may or may not have made disparaging comments, but honestly, where's the plot?! So now I've been condemned to read it. And I'm giving you guys some lovely, mocking chapter-by-chapter rewrites. Possibly shorter than the book. Hopefully. I know there are about a million different parodies of it out there already, but c'mon, I'm doing this one kitkat/Anonymous-style (which means I'm going to steal from her romance parody--kidding), also, I'm promoting her for fun, because, yeah, I felt like it. (also so that maybemaybemaybe she'll follow my blog, too) http://boringteenspeaks.blogspot.com/  <--kitkat/Anonymous's blog. Anyhow, back to Twilight. Um, yeah, it's not going to be "Oh, Edward I love you let me be a boring stereotypical housewife and cook for you," although I'd love to and will certainly do so in conversation. But this is a Serious Parody. Should that makes sense? Somehow I don't think it's quote paradoxical enough. A Serious Farce...but I don't think it's a farce. Oh well. I'll just shut up now. And a new post for Chapter One, because I feel like it.

Ooh, also, if you're a brony, did you know that Twilight was named Twilight Sparkle as a mockery of this Twilight? Possibly. I dunno. NOW I'll shut up.

I just ruined your day.

What would happen if Pinocchio said, "My nose will start growing now?"

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About an Explitive

So, as you may have gathered from the title of today's post, I'm going to talk about the word, "bitch."
Perfectly fine if being used to talk about a female dog. As an insult? No. Same applies to its use as a verb, to whine and complain.


Why am I against it? Well, it kind of says, "being female is not good, because here we are using it as an insult."
Or, "all females whine and complain."

As a feminist, or something to that effect, I will never use the word bitch as an insult again. I'm glad I've realized this, and will now be all superior and enlightened. And look with disgust at those who still use this archaic term.

*glares*

TSA has a new theme song.

Actually, make that the whole government. Supposedly they're all about the safety of the people, but whatever. Skip to 24 seconds since I don't think that's gonna happen automatically.

And if you have some great love of TSA or the American government, don't complain to ME. I'm not hurting anyone.

Oh. My. Gosh. o_O

Oh. I forgot. Wait--nope.

In the music video for Welcome to the Black Parade Gerard looks exactly like someone I know. Creepy.

Eeee!

I have five followers now! That pathetic fact makes me very happy.

 So, any how, I'm secretly a Russian spy named Abigail and I'm trying to take over the world. But it's a secret, so don't tell anyone. I would hate to be discovered.

I feel like I haven't had any interesting posts lately.

I sprained my ankle and now it's raining and gloomy outside.



















I couldn't even think of a title for this post.

















Sometimes you just always lose.














































































Good thing I have the attention span of a two-year-old!

Painful Injury is Painful.

Ankle sprains are not fun. They are, actually, very UN-fun. And, painful. Because the ligament on the outside of ankle has been overstretched by way too much. So, yeah, um, IT HURTS. And it's kind of just a little bit really hard to walk. I can LIMP. Which is, as you know, so much FUN. (sarcasm) So, anyhow, I'm going to go lie down on the couch and watch LotR and whinge about life.

Doctor's Office: Singer

So, what genre do you even think you are? Wikipedia says you're pop punk, and your earlier style may suggest that, but do you care about politics? Is your music about politics?
Or, how about when you were supposedly goth? Was your music goth? Did you support a goth ideology?

You can say you're this or that, or dress however you want, but you will never be punk, or goth. You will always be a pretentious teeny-bopper pop singer.




And learn how to apply eye-liner.

TOP SECRET

In 30 seconds, this letter will explode. So, you probably should know better than to just read it, when you could give it to the person standing next to you. That is all.

I just cut my hair.

I put it into a ponytail and just cut it. It's really short in the back. I'm so stupid.

TOWEL DAY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Celebrate Towel Day this 25 May!

 

 

Um...

So I accidentally clicked the New Post button, and am too lazy to go away. So I'll just say I don't remember making a third About page. And I'm very brodied now. << That should so be a meme.

 to disturb in mind or purpose : throw off

3

a : to make indistinct : blur <stop brodying the issue> b : to mix indiscriminately : jumble c : to fail to differentiate from an often similar or related other <brody money with comfort>

 

Also, see "brodied"

a : being perplexed or disconcerted <the brodied students> b : disoriented with regard to one's sense of time, place, or identity <the patient became brodied>

2

: being disordered or mixed up <a contradictory and often brodied story>

 

Thanks, Merriam-Webster Online Dictionary. 

The Mission

This is the blog post. I am laziness incarnate. I can't even think of an opening. Whatever.

RULES:
1. Put Your iTunes (iPod), Windows Media Player, ETC on Shuffle.
2. For each question, press the next button to get your answer.
3. YOU MUST WRITE THAT SONG NAME DOWN NO MATTER HOW SILLY IT SOUNDS.
4. Put any comments in brackets

1. If someone says, “Is this okay?” You say?

Planetary (GO!)--My Chemical Romance

2. How would you describe yourself?

Low--Foo Fighters (Well then)

3. What do you like in a guy/girl?

Eva--Nightwish (!!! I swear my iPod's on shuffle)

4. How do you feel today?

But Honestly--Foo Fighters

5. What is your life’s purpose?

Bright Pink Bookmark--Frightened Rabbit (Okay, Lindsay. I have no life)

6. What is your motto?

Lappi (Lapland) IV Etiainen--Nightwish (wha...)

7. What do your friends think of you?

Build God, Then We Can Talk--Panic! At the Disco (...)

8. What do you think of your parents?

Why Not--(The Lord Weird) Slough Feg (Wat.)

9. What do you think about very often?

Hurricane--30 Seconds to Mars (Oh! How did you know?! I'm so paranoid!)

10. What is 2 + 2?

Psionic Illuminations--(The Lord Weird) Slough Feg

11. What do you think of your best friend?

I Don't Care [Machine Shop Remix] (It's not true! I care!)

12. What do you think of the person you like?

Put Me Down--The Cranberries (Eep!)

13. What is your life story?

Atavism--(The Lord Weird) Slough Feg (...?)

14. What do you want to be when you grow up?

Let It Die--Foo Fighters (I see a violent future...)

15. What do you think of when you see the person you like?

Alone + Easy Target--Foo Fighters (I guess that could make sense...but I don't!)

16. What will you dance to at your wedding?

In My Bunk/Jayne's Statue/Boom--Firefly (Yeah, obviously)

17. What will they play at your funeral?

Be Less Rude--Frightened Rabbit (BAHAHAHA!)

18. What is your hobby/interest?

Traders and Gunboats--(The Lord Weird) Slough Feg (Oh, totally. Why do I keep getting Slough Feg? Their songs have such weird names....)

19. What is your biggest fear?

Heart of Gold Montage--Firefly (Um....)

20. What is your biggest secret?

Drowning Lessons--My Chemical Romance (Great. Even my iPod thinks I'm emo)

21. What do you think of your friends?

Death Valley Nights--Blue Oyster Cult (Er...trying not to interpret that badly....)

22. What will you post this as?

The Mission--30 Seconds to Mars

If you're as lazy as I am, you can use this as a blog post. I stole it from Neso, at The Ceiling of Jupiter

Nothing to say.

Again. I don't even have 500 views yet, and it's probably because of my lack of interesting blog posts. I could tell you to go to nemo-totemo.webs.com, but that's stupid. Please don't. Or I could talk about how I lost half of my toe nail, or that my feet hurt from dancing on pointe or that I need new pointe shoes. OR perhaps I'll regale you with tales of my U2 listening on the interwebs.




OR, I could tell you about nothing, and just add another poll to the top. I think that's what I'll do.

RIP

My laptop has died. I don't know if I'll be able to retrieve the hard drive, I don't even know exactly what is wrong. This makes it difficult to charge my iPod, do work, blog, write...my life is over. *sobs* Not to mention I had several extremely important files saved there and only there. I may fail my English class now.


Yay.

I Have a Cold.

It's not fair. Not only is it impossible very hard to breath, my nose is raw from those "Eco-Soft" tissues. They are not remotely soft. Grr. And my nose is bright red, what fun. And the spacebar fell off of my laptop, and I might have strep throat. The first time this year was the end of January. Then in mid-March. IT'S NOT FAAAAAAAAAAAAIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
</rant>

I don't have anything to blog about. So I'm going to draw random pictures instead.

"I'm sorry, I can't do a proper dying walrus impression."

I'M A TURDLE!

So not a necessary evil.

YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!11111

400 hits! Of course, over half of those are me, but still.

Coffee Is A Miracle

Guess how many hours of sleep I got last night/this morning?
0.
Guess how awake I am?
Very.

This, my friends, is because of the miracle of COFFEE.


Coffee>writing essays about people who live in fictional southern Alabama towns

YESSSSSSSSSSSS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!11

Good news! For anyone who cares...me...Neso....

Well, we already know, but NANOWRIMO IS WORKING AGAIN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

This is truly cause for capslock abuse. I am very, very happy. It's been a good day.
Ok, well, it's only 6am, and it hasn't been such a great day, because I've had literally no sleep,
but last night I was really depressed that the site wasn't working but then I realized something
I'd forgotten about, and then and went and wrote about it, and it will be an amazing novel and
you will go to the bookstore and I will be rich and famous.




Ok, not really. But I am no longer depressed, and that is good. *snods*

....

So, now I'm getting back to the point where I have no life and so I am posting multiple times a day, much to the dismay of, um, EVERYONE, especially me. So, at first, when I joined NaNoWriMo, I spent all of my free time on the site (this is the one that is down!), in the forums. Then, for some reason, I started a blog. I think it may have been because I saw Neso's blog in her siggy, and other people's blogs on their siggies, so I said, I WANT ONE. And then I got addicted and spent all of my free time reading blogs and blogging. And then, after I got back from my trip, I was spending less time on NaNo, and for some reason--oh, yeah, a cover contest--I decided to open an "art shop" and downloaded GIMP and was spending a lot of time making siggies and, well, just siggies. And one poster and one user icon. For me, because I am selfish that way. However, I am just SO nice that I have decided to take some of my best works and put them in a public album on Photobucket so that you people can see them. Or maybe I won't, but I probably will, unless I forget, which is also very likely. I have a terrible short-term memory. As a few of you may know. Or may not, or actually most of you. So. This is probably the closest you will get to a biography from me, and I think I will make an about page now. Because I'm that cool. IF I can figure out how to, which is unlikely. *sighs*

I'm actually supposed to be working on a really important essay right now, that is due Monday, I'm not even half done with, and I probably won't have any time to work on tomorrow....


I'm using the word "probably" far too much, aren't I? Probably.

One more thing: I figured out how to add a new page! There are now TWO about pages. Neither of which are true. Or maybe they both are! Or possibly just one.

NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! (continued)

The site is STILL down. I'm really, really depressed. It's been down for more than 24 hours. That's not good. I'm starting to wonder if they'll ever fix it. Maybe they'll have to make a new one, or all the content will be deleted from the forums and we'll have to start all over again. That would be really awful, especially for the people with "art shops" and, well, still everyone, but TPR, too. Of course, I know absolutely nothing (I'm absolutely fine...) about the "upkeep" shall we say, of sites like that. When I try to access the site, it tells me that there is a failure of the Amazon EC2 volumes, whatever that means. If anyone would like to attempt to explain to stupid me what that means, feel free to, you know, COMMENT. I know, you've proabably forgottten what it means, but there's a little button at the bottom of this post, I'm sure you can figure it out.


Anyhow, someone PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE fix the site....as Faith says, "I feel like part of me is missing."

NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I'm seriously dying right now. My writing website has crashed or something, and has been unusable since some time last night. This is extremely upsetting. I don't think I'll be able to last another day like this....

I WILL be a published author.

I WILL. You can do nothing about it. I really don't care if you think I don't have the work ethic, or I can't find the time, or maybe you just think I'm a bad writer. I don't CARE. And for all you smart people who think that I can't do anything but get straight As, YOU'RE WRONG. And I insist on photographs of your expressions when you walk into Borders and there are posters with my name on them. Not that you Blogger people would recognize, but maybe I'll have them put something in my bio. So you know it's me. And of course when I'm an author I'll have my own website, so I'll probably give you a link to it.
..............




Looking back over that I realize I was probably up too late last night, and maybe I need some more coffee....


Anyhow, yeah.

Why I Will Never Have a Completely Clean House/Room or What Closets Are Made For

Whenever I am faced with the task of cleaning a living space, not including a bathroom or kitchen, I am terrified beyond wits and am not ready to deal with it. So I go and sit on my bed, read, explore the magical land of Interwebs, etc....

Eventually it gets to the point where if I don't clean it I'm gonna break an ankle. So I begrudgingly go over and stare bleakly at the mess.

"Just one more chapter...."

And it sits. Then once again I get up and I'm like, "Noooooooooooooooooooooooo...."

And then I "clean" it up.

This is what closets are made for. All the stuff I don't want sitting around...ta-da! Closet! And I shove all the junk in there, including trash, sometimes, and then forget about it.

Yay! Problem=no more

But someday my closet's door will fall of its hinges...I don't want to think about that right now....

And because I care, I shall change the color/font settings so that people who don't have my freakish eyes can enjoy my blog more.

Bad News

I'm starting to turn into one of those people wo stays up all night, is completely incoherent the next day, blogs constantly (much to the dismay of her followers), talks to herself, and is me. Yep. It is terrible news. I'm completely exhausted now, so I think I have to turn off the gorram computer. I'm about to fall asleep on the keyboard. That would not be good. Also I have a bunch of assignements due on Monday, and they are  extremely problematic, because they involve files that AREN'T EVEN ON MY GORRAM COMPUTER!

I just made a cake!

However delicious the cake may be (which it totally is), there are some issues with that:

First, I left a huge mess downstairs. And not just in one room. In the kitchen because that's where I made the cake, in the dining room because that's where I ate it, in the living room because while I was waiting for the cake I ate a clementine and I made a mess. With one small clementine.

Second, the chances that I will actually clean up that sh**load of crap are extremely small. This means that I'll be stuck with powered sugar on the floor of my kitchen for a very long time. And another thing to add to the first one: I spilled stuff and then tracked it into other rooms and up the stairs. Oops.

Third, when I was mixing the batter, I was using one of those stationary mixers, so I had a spoon to aid me. I dropped the spoon into the batter and told myself I'd take it out when I poured the batter into the cake pan. You can see where this is going, can't you? Yes, I baked the spoon along with the cake. I didn't even realize until I had cooled the cake for 15 minutes in its pan. Then I flipped it upside down and took it out, and only then did I see the spoon. I felt like such an idiot, you have no idea. Well, maybe you do, if you know me.

The cake also had ganache, which made it even messier and delicious. Om nom nom.

So, baking this reminded me of how I used to want to be a professional cake baker or whatever it's called. It also reminded me of why I could never do that. Let's list the reasons (I seem to be in the mood for lists):

1. M cakes, though ridiculously good-tasting, rarely look as good. Except this one. Because there wasn't frosting; I just sprinkled it with powdered sugar and drizzled ganache on it.

2. I would hate having other people eat them. I'm very selfish.

3. I'm terribly at cooking/baking in a sanitary fashion or whatever.

4. I would not be able to resist the temptation of sticking my finger into the batter/frosting and tasting it. Especially because I know it's gonna taste good. I'm sure there are thousands more (reasons).

That picture you see which refuses to go where I want it to, is a vague attempt of portraying the glory of my cake. The cake was a darker, richer, BETTER color, but I hope you get the idea.

I'm extremely stupid. Just so you know.

Well, at times. So, thanks to Beth, I've discovered Hyperbole and a Half, which is far too hilarious for my health and attention span. Or something like that. So I was reading this one post where she talks about this little html thing she got from Psych Central that says: Serious ADHD Likely! So I took their ADHD test and got the same thing. It's at the bottom (very bottom) of this page. So, probably because I now think I'm ADHD, I started being ridiculously hyperactive and was typing insanely in a chat conversation with my friend even after he logged out. So I thought maybe if I blogged a whole lot of random crap it would be better. So herer I am. I think it's helping a little bit. Psych Central also thinks I have Moderate/Severe Depression (well, maybe I did but I don't think so anymore) and OCD.

NEXT.

So, between the ages of about 4-8 years old, I was convinced that a strategy was this magical thing that only my older brother and parents were capable of coming up with. I would be playing Monopoly or some other board game with my brother and would spaz because he kept telling me that the reason I was losing was because I needed a better strategy. I couldn't come up with a better strategy, BECAUSE I DIDN'T KNOW WHAT THE [censored] [censored] [censored] [censored] A [censored] [censored] STRATEGY [censored] WAS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! And then he would try to explain, which would only get me even more worked up. VICIOUS CYCLE IS VICIOUS.

And one more thing: I haven't gone...I don't know...the colors on the blog...I wanted it to look different. It probably looks horrible to you, but I like it. Complain if you want, that's what the comments section is for. Most people I know think I'm going to ruin my eyes because I do stuff like this, but more-so. And yet I still have 20/20 vision. Of which I am inordinately (I  don't actually know what that means, but it sounded right. *Googles word* Okay, I guess it kind of works)

I'm listening to Bon Jovi. Oh, that reminds me. Thank you, me!

Okay, because one (1) totally awesome person actually read this and commented, here is the link to all of the psychology tests/quizzes:
Psychological Tests and Quizzes at Psych Central

Grrr.

Why is the time thingy at the bottom of my posts screwed up? I know for a fact that that last post was 11:47 not 8:47. I shall now go figure out what's wrong with it.

In other news: My Stat-Counter has reached 15! This makes me happy, because I figured only a couple people ever looked at it, ever.

And now, complaints!

So, today was the kind of day where you wake up an hour late, and you have 15 minutes to wake up, get ready, eat, etc. and get to work/school/etc. you have to be. And on the way there boss/teacher/etc. calls and is like "WHy aren't you here yeT?" (with all that funky capitalization), and then you get there five minutes late. And you have to work through your lunch break and still don't finish what you were working on, and then you think you put your bag under that awning where it won't get wet but the wind changes and it's soaked and you ruin that book you borrowed from a friend and they said they would be totally pissed if you damaged it and now both covers have fallen off and you iPod is even more broken today than it was yesterday.
And you've also been exhausted all day, and coffee did absolutely nothing to help you wake up. Ever.
Before Coffee
(and yeah, I totally have a blue mohawk, and  I totally have a kitchen table that's tablecloth has weird flowers-that-look-like-starfish on it)

As you can see, I'm totally dead exhausted and can't form even a slightly coherent thought. And please, that isn't blood in the corner of my mouth, I think it's coffee, even though this is before coffee.

After Coffee
(haha, the tablecloth is magically different, and so is my hair)

Well, anyhow. Now I'm going to go and try to fix whatever is wrong with Blogspot's clock system thing, and hopefully fix it.

Problems With Blogger/Blogspot...and other things.

So, you know what I find creepy? Okay, so I know other people have doubtless said stuff like what I'm about to tell you before, but please remember it's me so it's special, even if you or maybe someone else, or your neighbor, or your neighbor's cousin's girlfriend's dog said it before, okay? It kinda creeps me out how instead of "subscribing" to my blog like you would do on YouTube, you follow me. Ummm, stalkerish, much? So, jah, I wanted to say that and if your neighbor's cousin's girlfriend's dog's goldfish's best friend's parakeet said it before, I'm totally more awesome and deserve some recognition. So, because you guys are stalking my blog, my blog is gonna stalk you right back, because I've added a Stat-Counter, so THERE!

Now I can't remember what else I was going to say. It's almost midnight now and I've been up since 6. I guess it's not like I've been getting too little sleep lately and I'm starting to lose it, but...um....

I can't remember why I even started this in the first place. I'm pretty sure I was going to say something amazing and lyrical but I don't see that happening....









You know what? Ignore this post. Forget about it.

IT DOESN'T EXIST! YOU'RE IMAGINING IT!


Oh, and one more thing: So, I clicked the "view blog" after I posted this the first time. My little Stat-Counter said 00000003. Last time I looked (or maybe not the last time I viewed my blog but the last time I looked at the Stat-Counter) it said 00000001. So either people are actually reading (or perhaps more likely realizing it's stupid and leaving) my blog, or I'm just chasing my tail around in a circle. If you know what I mean. I don't actually have a tail! I think I said "actually" and "okay" and "stalk(ing)(er)" far too many times in this post. Oh well, too bad for you.

Oh, I'm back again. I clicked "view blog" again and it was at 00000005, so people are actually seeing my blog! *This makes me very happy.*


You know what would make me even happier? If people started following my blog. Because I only have 3 followers. It's like my own little cult. Very, very little cult.

I am Wimp Supreme

I'm scared of everything. Or maybe it just seems that way.

I'm scared of spiders.
I'm scared of stink bugs.
Scared of those things that look like giant fleas.
I'm afraid of lying and I'm afraid of telling the truth.
I'm absolutely terrified of earthworms and centipedes.
I don't like heights, they make me feel about three years old lost in a department store.
Sometimes I'm afraid of the dark.
I have to close my door when I'm in my room, especially at night.
I am paranoid about everything.
Like conspiracies, even when I don't know what conspiracy I'm talking about.
Frankly, the whole concept unnerves me.
I'm afraid of water sometimes. I'm also paranoid about drowning.
Once I went snorkeling above a blue hole in the ocean and I swear it was pulling me in. But that may have just been me having a panic attack.
And I almost had a meltdown today. I almost went berserk and killed everyone in the building.







Okay, not really. But it felt like that.

*SADNESS*

I was sitting on a fence today (short, wooden one) with my friends, and I laughed so hard I fell off. Onto someone's bag. And then fell off that.


And, Neso, sorry about that. I needed a name. Please don't hate me?