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?

I have something to announce.

My real name is Tom R., but you can call me "The Riddle". That's what all my friends call me in real life.
I came up with this personality as a interesting and awesome person named Aiden during my nose job a few years ago. (which went horribly wrong :[)
I hope you guys don't stop talking to me because of this! But, to make this easier for you, I'm going to tell you a bit about myself.
I live in Nebraska and work for my local branch of Fox news. It's so fun!
My hero is Ann Coulter, not Charles Darwin. Sorry :[
I know that you will be despaired to hear this, so that's why I'm personally inviting my dear friend Neso to visit Vactican City with me next month! We'll spend most of the time drinking some MMMM American iced tea and hanging out in the public toliets for fun!
LOL well it was fun while it lasted, but I'm so glad that I can finally be myself around you guys now! and if you were wondering what I look like...
http://images3.wikia.nocookie.net/__cb20100701193244/harrypotter/images/...
That's mah sexy face :D OMGLOLOLDON'TREPOSTTHISSOMEHWEREIWOULDBESOOOOSHHYYY!!
Well, happy April First! It'll be fun to start my new life as The Riddle with you guys. I can't wait for our trip, Neso!