Mark Martin

Jus' sayin, but I want me a piece of that.

Where's the love?

Seriosly, guys, if I have six followers why aren't any commenting? I like comments. I like knowing people are actually there.

But Mom, you don't need to comment.

I already know what you would say.

Anywho: It's snowy here. Cold. And wet, it's also wet. I took a million-billion pictures of the snow but since I'm too lazy to upload them to my computer you can just...imagine them.

My darling(oliver) peed on Moms keyboard. I thought it was hilarious. She didn't. OH OH: I just thought of something. On Halloween when I got bitten by Tiny, mom also posted on her blog. Some manic woman posted a comment saying Tiny should have been put down and how it was oh so horrible blah-diddy-blah. We deleted it immediately. I now wish we would have gotten a picture of it.

I mean come on, it was my fault he bit me. I don't care that I got bitten. He was up on all of his shots, he didn't have rabies, it's cool. People, it's all good. I even say that it didn't hurt. It didn't, really. I'm not trying to be macho, it seriously never hurt. Sure, I have a scar. Sure, I'll probably have said scar for the rest of my life. But no dog deserves to be put down. Not even if it kills someone. I hold this judgement.

But back to Oliver. He only got a drop out but Mom is still obsessing over it. And yeah yeah, my cat is OH SO BAD because he peed. Whatever. I don't think so, you don't tell me so. Capisce? Yes.

For people who have never seen a mob movie ever, capisce means "Do you understand?". Just thought I'd get that out of the way.

And everyone please go sad-face because one of my friends has a hamster with an abscess in one of its cheeks. It also has an infected eye :(

SADFACE.

In other news we have roughly six inches of snow here. I be lovin' the snow guys. I be lovin' it. Although my two babies go outside and come back in speckled. Bear is a backwards Dalmation and Oliver is...a speckled cat. Yeah.

Speaking of cats, whenever I move out and live on my own in Las Vegas(this is before I marry a wealthy casino owner) I will have a Sphinx cat. They have no hair. Which is good when you always wear black things, such as I do. I have a white cat and an orange cat and when they rub on you your clothes get sort of furry.

Who am I kidding? A lot furry.

Leaving on Monday to go to the foxy house.

Happy Birthday...

To LittleKuriboh! Go wish him a happy birthday: Youtube, LJ

He's 27 today :)

Where other kids play violent video games, do drugs, and run away, I read books. Nice books. Long books. Short books. A short book, to me, is two-hundred pages. Which is roughly how long Now you see it... was. And no, that book isn't about that weird disney movie that I've never seen. And then I read Crocodile Tears. Love that book. Great stuff, man. And now I'm reading Airman. Great so far, too.

I will never, ever, ever, read the Huck Finn books. Why? Because I need a translator to understand them. If I need a dictionary or google to figure out what the heck a book means I am not going to read it. And I won't be reading very many classics anyway. What defines a classic? Nothing really.

I read Inkheart, which is 530-something pages of AWESOME. I have Inkspell, too, so I'll start on that after I'm done with Airman. I can not find an amazon page for Inkheart, so no link for you.

No idea what else I've read. But I still have Fever 1793, Inkspell, and Glenn Beck's Arguing with Idiots.

In other news: My eye is diseased and I have a giant rectangular gauze strip on my eye held on with some weird tape. I have my glasses on too. I look bonafide coolness.

SEVEN

Is my lucky number. It is, really. It's not 11:11. It's boring, plain, one digit seven. And onto our regularly scheduled programming:

It was a cold morning today. Very cold, very freezing, very not-fun. So, I put on a winter coat. Looks like leather, has fur on the neckline, pretty basic stuff. It is now six o'clock. And I am now broiling. I feel like a potato in tinfoil while being baked in the oven. But less third degree burns.

I need to take it off, but I know that when I do take it off I'll just get cold again. So I wont be taking it off any time soon.

DID YOU NOTICE: My blog got a face lift? And that giant line of green text is lyrics from the song Violet Hill, which you would know if you could read the sidebar text. A bit too dark. And I like the color green. I like it quite a lot. The old red and blue hurt my eyes, I couldn't look at it too long. So I changed it to green and brown. Easier on the eyes. Leafy. New header too. Eat your leafy greens, kids.

In other news I am wearing a dress, a jacket, and a winter coat all at the same time. And pants of course. And boots. No wonder I'm sweating.

EDIT: I also forgot the 'o' in my name. Fixed now.

Oh. I didn't know that could happen.

Dad makes fires. I then go sit next to the fire and mooch off of its warmth. Once he goes to bed I usually tend to it. But when I feel lazy(read: most times) I let mom take care of it. BUT NAY: Not this time. Last night, actually.

So, I went over to poke the fire to make it stop dying(it does that a lot. i'm convinced it's an emo fire) and I burnt my thumb. Not much, I just accidentally touched the bronze/metal plating that is around the fireplace. It was hot. It hurt. Then I went back to poking the fire. But then later, I was looking at my thumb, and there was an anomaly. A white, odd anomaly. So naturally like anyone would do, I bit it. And tore a little circle of skin off my thumb. And then I put a band-aid on it(I always have a box next to me). But I didn't tell mom. I still don't know if I'll die painfully. But I'll hazard a guess and say it's just a burn and my stupidity. So now I have a thumb that can't bend because I bit the skin off it at the middle of the joint. Woe is me. But thankfully I can just ignore it and use my left hand for tasks that involve a thumb. That's generally just holding a mug. But I use my left hand for that anyway so it's not a big difference.

Have you ever had those times when you suddenly get hit by a bolt of creativity infused lightning? I had one recently. I wrote non stop for a few hours and reached seven or eight pages on a story. Not an old story, a new one that I just came up with randomly. That may not be much, but considering I let projects drop after fifteen minutes of writing and re-reading it's a pretty big thing right now. But not as big as my thumb tragedy.

It hurt when I first took the band-aid off to look at it today. It had sort of semi-healed onto the band-aid so I had to rip it off. Ow, anyone?

And then I took a million and one pictures of dads good side(his backside) while he was outside. Splitting wood. Or something like that. He hits it with a hammer. Dunno what that does other than hurt it.

And to add some cute to your day:

I Just Need One More

I have two Dark Magician cards. And I am proud of this fact. Of the original Dark Magician(originally Black Magician) there are three different types. The american one with caucasian skin and a purple outfit, then the two japanese ones with green-blue skin. There are two of these japanese ones, but they both have different poses. I have two cards, because I am apparently someone who wants to collect Yu-Gi-Oh cards, one of which is one of the japanese cards. Helpfully translated in english but they have the same looks of the card. I'll have to go look to see which specific ones I have though. The only thing I do know is that I have the english Dark Magician card.

And I still want the other one. I don't know, my facts might be wrong but yeah, that's what I heard.

I have the SD6-EN003 Dark Magician and the SDY-006(holofoil) Dark Magician. I just need one more. It's the one where his arms are crossed. And he's standing.

Dressing Room Adventures

In 2009, I met this man named Ben. At least I think he said his name was Ben. He was a sort of old guy, and he had a fiance who lives in Florida. They had come up to Ohio for...I don't remember. He said that he had owned a beauty parlor(?) for 50-40 years in Florida. I told him my cousin lived in Florida. We talked. He lost his fiance in the dressing room(we were out buying me new jeans). But he told me stuff, that I'm actually really glad for. Good professions: Brain surgeon,  Astronaut. Do what makes money. Good motto.

And it all started with talking about my hat. He said he had lots of hats like it, and not to ever sit it down because that's how he lost his best hat. He said he liked my hat a lot. I thanked him and went into the dressing room. When I came out we talked some more until I had to go back in to try more pants on. WAIT FULLSTOP: Don't you ever wonder how nasty it is to try on things other people may have possibly tried on? Nasty. Back to the story:

Mom came over and so did granny, they talked. He said he was waiting for his fiance to come out of the dressing room, but no one was in there except me. He lost his fiance somehow, so he ran off to go look for her. We met up again in the store and he still hadn't found her. I wonder if he ever did? It was a good talk, and it left me a lot to think about.

But my job choice is still massage therapist.

Tweet Tweet

Do you hear that? It's the elusive Twitter bird!

I find that Twitter would be fun to do as long as you don't tweet everytime you tie your shoes or sneeze. It'd be better than me writing these often too short blog posts, and rather just tweet the small things I want to say.

I can't help it, I'm sort of a social person. I like to talk to people, and I like people listening to me when I talk. But then again when did this turn into what kind of person I am? Ah, nevermind.

My blog has undergone a facelift. A dramatic facelift. New banner, new background, a few deleted things from the sidebar and a picture of the wonderful Deadpool. I also have changed my name from JustMeAndMyTeddyBear to Audrangelo Stevenski. Why, you ask? Because I was thinking of Michael Angelo(or however you spell his name) and thought Audrangelo sounded catchy. And so it was done. The Stevenski part was just...random. At first it was simply Stevens.

In other news, there is an invisible man living in my house named Miles. And he, allegedly, carries an Uzi. An Uzi is a type of submachine gun if any of you non-existent people didn't know. Mom ordered me another X-Box controller and a book. Can you guess which one I'm more excited about?

Now Dad can play MUA with me and mum. Happy days. Although he'll probably refuse to anyway. But you never know right?

My birthday is in three months.