WAIT WHAT ROCKS MOVE

Just a quick update, want to tell you non-existant guys who don't actually read this blog that I'm playing a game called Dwarf Miner. And the rocks, and the gold, MOVE. They seriously ran away. If you want to see this EXTREMELY ODD phenomena for yourself, go ot games2girls.com and click on dwarf miner. It's there somewhere. And why does it move of all things? Honestly this freaked me out. It moves away from your little mining thrower-tool. And also it's not a good thing to go OMGINEEDTOBLOGTHISRITENAO and then just go to another tab and start blogging while the game is still going and then lose.

But on the other hand I ROCK at this game considering I'm playing it over again.
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RUN FO' YO' LIFE

If you saw me running, you'd probably laugh. Heck, I laugh at me when I run. It's like, HOP HOP HOP stop TROT TROT TROT stop HOP HOP HOP stop FLAIL ARMS RABIDLY stop HOP. It's horrible, I used to be able to run normally but now it's all sort of...distorted.

WHY IS THE WORLD SO CRUEL?

and why exactly do I run so oddly?

In Other News

Pears are bleh. And I mean that in so so many ways. Once I had a pear and I kept eating it until I got so disgusted with it I wanted to puke. So I never ate pears again. Ever.

And thus I dislike pears.

I want to try and do something new with the style of my blog, something artsy. I also need more readers, so I can write these things not just for me but for other people. Anyone out there who cares enough to tell me how to attract readers?

In other news, I have:

• Gone Christmas shopping
• Eaten at Arby's two days in a row. (Yesterday and the day before. Yum.)
• Had hamburgers today. (No buns)
• Taken my medicine. (Still sick and coughing)
• Killed a spider.
• Read my favorite blogs.
• Played with my new Joker action figure I bought at Big Lots.
• Taken pictures of Oliver.
• Printed out pictures with moms mini-printer that is PORTABLE.

SO YES: It has been an entirely un-eventful few days. Can you believe Christmas is coming so soon?

Also, Mentalist is new! CBS: 10 pm, Throwing Fire.

Last night, I was on google watching tweets fly about Chris Henry. It was hilarious at the time but now that he's died the laughter has to stop.
He was cute, I feel sorry for his family.

The Devil You Know

I've still been sick, coughing, sore throat, general ickiness. And also I can't talk, since I can barely hear myself let alone anyone else. Why do I always have to get sick on every visit to granny and grandpa's? Is it some kind of curse? Or am I just extremely unlucky?

I vote curse. I tell ya, I'm pretty sure there are at least three un-mentionable people out there who would like to curse me. Well maybe just two but is that really so much of a different number? No.

I've been writing a completely confusing story that makes completely no sense and is full of descriptions and the only dialogue is one sentence. What? Why? How? I have no idea. I'm writing it and it makes no sense.

On the good side I have more than 1,900 words of confusion. And the most words I've ever written is 5,000 something so don't expect to see me entering NaNoWriMo next year. Because I will fail.

This is extra extra short because I just really wanted to do something called "The devil you know" because I just love that. What a wonderful phrase.


ALSO THE MENTALIST. A PRICE ABOVE RUBIES. Rubies are red, and Red John is too.

Lucky And Yet Not

Why, hello my unknowing alien-hybrid friends. Sorry, I've just been on this big alien kick lately. Interesting stuff.

I'm quite possibly coming down with something, this mysterious something is an illness of some sort. My throat is scratchy, and you know that feeling after you've been sick and your throat feels kind of...numb? That's what this is. It hurts, but only minorly. It's a good thing to have a high pain tolerance sometimes considering I get hurt so often. Thanks to my own clumsiness. Like just an hour or two ago I went in to wet my hair in the bathroom here and as I was, I managed to bang my forehead. And I then had flashbacks to the time when I was little and I jumped off the toilet seat at home and smashed my forehead into the bathtub and started bawling. And wow, that was a long sentence.

Also thanks to this mysterious illness, I am still at granny and grandpa's. Is it swine flu? No wait, they're calling it H1N1. I have been to the store recently. And on the topic of stores, what is with free samples? Anyone could reach in and put rat poison on them or any manner of things. That's why I've resolved to not eat free samples.

For some reason I can write more in less time than when I'm actually writing fiction, because this is sadly not fiction because if it was it would be a best-seller. At least if I added more details and pretty pictures for the illiterate out there. But then if you were illiterate why even bother going to a bookstore anyhow?

Man, I know paragraphs are important and all but sometimes they are just so...ugly and un-attractive which are both the exact same words except one is longer.

The meaning of this blog post title which is more of a not-so-fictional comedy book that isn't very funny is that I am lucky to get to stay more at granny and grandpa's I am also increasingly unlucky to have had so many sick relatives in the past three or two or four weeks. Another long sentence? I'm on a roll here, don't stop me now baby.

I need to be more funny. Is there a counciler for that? Humor council? Regain your humor in ten easy steps? Like weight loss only more hard? Oh, the things google wont disclose. Actually I haven't tried yet but I'm not going to because guess what? I'm lazy and don't actually care so much.

Also I've been thinking of my profession lately, and have decided that my fall back if I don't make it as an Egyptologist or Marine Biologist is to be a masseuse. Cassidy is going to be an orthopedic surgeon and thus, I will work for her and live in her as of yet unconfirmed large house. And I will give he free massages if needed. Although I honest and truly do want to be a masseuse. I say masseuse because masseur is strictly male and no matter how much I would like to fit into that category I don't and therefore I wish to be a masseuse athough masseuse sounds oddly masculine right now. I honestly thought it applied to both sides of the gender wars but now that I googled it I find that no, I'm wrong.

I seriously need to get my creative juices flowing, it's like a drought right now.

Just call me the aspiring massage therapist.

Sick with Turkey

Hello, my non-existant readers. Had a happy thanksgiving, I presume? Yeah, let's just say you did. Mine was...eventful. Britainy came up from Naples Florida yesterday(the day before thanksgiving) and surprised us all here at Granny & Grandpa's house. It was great to see her again.

In other news, Janie was sick a few days ago and was throwing up. Now, I am very proud of myself considering I haven't thrown up since I was...7-8-ish. Very proud. Now, back to Janie. They were planning to go down to Tennassee to visit Bridget's mother, but since Janie was so sick they didn't go. So they were here.

Avery was here too and she and Janie ran around everywhere. Not much to say on that, I didn't pay much attention. Or really care that much.

Grandpa was well enough to make pies, which were delicious yet again. I love him, and them. But mostly him. The pie is rivaled only to his Grandpa Burgers.

Saying that, I realize my life is pretty good. Just wanted to say that.

Mom brought dad here from home, which we are going back to on Sunday after the party ends. Yes, the party. I'm being awfully vague. I like it like that.

I get off topic too easily, but that's maybe because it's 1:44 AM and yes I seriously did wake up at 8:13 AM and not get up until 10:00 AM. And I don't think I ever went back to sleep, I was just being lazy.

Blah blah blah thanksgiving blah blah blah cassidy blah blah blah pie blah blah blah. Okay, done with thanksgiving. Isn't that supposed to be capitalized actually? Oh well.

When mom went back to take dad home(I just realized I haven't called mom mum yet. Oh, look I just did.), I made her take a proof-of-life video of Oliver for me. AND OH MY GOSH I THINK I MELTED A LITTLE. Not a little, I mean a lot. A lot a lot. Oliver is the most adorable adorable ADORABLE little baby ever. I love my baby. He even came up and stuck his face in the camera! Never ever getting rid of that, it made my entire year. It tops EVERYTHING else. Getting glasses, ears pierced(I do believe I regretted to mention that), my Fedora, the nice man at the entrance of the dressing room, staying over for a few hours with Cassidy at Mark's house, getting the entire first series of the Yu-Gi-Oh! manga, it beats EVERYTHING. I probably sound really ingrateful but it's my baby. He's more important than the entire world to me. Really.

I love my Oliver.

Oh, and if you didn't know he's a cat by the way. Black and the luckiest thing in my life yet.

What was I talking about before?

Money and The Magical Cartridge

I, like most, am good at losing things. Occasionally, I hide things from myself and mum and dad and then forget where I put them. Actually, to be honest that's 90% of the time. Anyway, dad was looking for the remote which I had hidden. He looked behind a cushion on the couch and he found my Super Mario Bros. cartridge for my DS. How that ever ended up back there, I will never know. Ever. Especially since I had just seen it the other day in my DS game case. Magic cartridge? I do believe so.

As you may know, Christmas is fast approaching. Apparently, mum has already gotten five (5) packages in the mail for me. Five! Yes, I know I am very lucky. Very, very lucky.

In other news, we made an impromptu trip to Mcdonald's to get some of their $1 dollar ice cream. Two hot fudge for me, two for mum, and two strawberry for dad. I treated, because for some reason I'm usually the only one with money here. $20, to be precise. I know I'm like so rich. No, no I'm not. I spend my money so willy-nilly. I had $50 because I did a job for someone and I spent it all on Webkinz. Not a wise financial decision, I'm afraid. I'm going to try and start saving money.

Plus, look at that hair guys. Just look at it. That's a lot of hair. Lots and lots of hair. And what do I do with it? I cut it to below my ears, that's what I do.

I don't regret that decision.

And I look sort of creepy in the second picture. Disregard that, considering that was years ago.

I'm much awesomer and less alien-hybrid like now.

Holy Oxymoron

So, imagine this, I'm just sitting in my chair relaxing. Maybe reading some internet funnies(icanhascheezburger.com) in my Google Reader. Laughing a lot, you know the drill. When suddenly, I hear a snapping noise and my chair leans back. No, not falling, but leaning. In a really freaky way.

If you didn't guess by now, my chair broke. I have had that chair for years. Or at least a year. I'm now using a nowhere near as comfortable chair to replace it. Despite the fact that they are the exact same chair the broken one was more comfortable.

Thankfully the only thing I hurt was my pride. Along with my bottom. Hurts a lot.
But, better things. Let us talk about them.

...

Wait I don't think there are any better things.

Wait yes there is.

CHRISTMAS(yes I'm talking about christmas even though halloween is next and then thanksgiving.) is coming up in a few months. Do you know what you're going to get anyone yet?

Mostly my Christmas list, carefully documented by mum because I can never remember what I want, consists of games or books.
Yeah you read that right.

BOOKS.
I know it's unheard of for a twelve year old to like books. I'm just awesome like that.
Other things are generally I-pod accessories(like the I-Dog) or DVD's. Like The Mentalist Season One. I really want that.

Recently I was browsing Amazon and I listed off everything I liked.

Also, I would actually really love to get Astonishing X-Men: Nightcrawler. I have a thinly veiled obsession with him, in all media. Any of the TV shows, X-Men The Animated Series, X-Men Evolution, Wolverine and the X-Men. Also his comic book self. He's just full of awesomeness.

And he's blue, which makes him all the more awesome.
See? See how awesome he is?

Even upside down.

I'ma Bite You

Well, we've gotten fast food five times this week. FIVE TIMES, people. That can't be healthy. Heck, it isn't healthy.

We went to Mcdonalds drive-thru this time, and there was a startling relevation!

...

I'm Edward Cullens illegitimate child. I KNOW ISN'T IT GREAT?
No not really. But I was looking at myself in the side mirror and I guess the light hit my face just right and I looked exactly like Edward Cullen. You couldn't even see my glasses, and every feature I had looked exactly like his.

It was a scary moment.

A very scary moment.

Regardless, I got a Happy Meal with a plain burger. Everything except the actual meat tasted nasty on that thing. S'okay, I just took it off the bun.

I got milk, the regular kind from the white cows. Not the brown ones.

It was expired by a day, so if I die sue Mcd's.

As always, I got a two 10 piece Chicken McNuggets. I love those things even if the chickens are horribly abused before being killed and then made into these lovely chunks of golden brown heaven in snack size. I mean, it tastes good. It's food. I don't care.

OH AND HEY TOMMOROW'S TUESDAY.

NCIS, NCIS: Los Angeles, The Good Wife.

I don't like the spin-off of NCIS, I watched the first episode then stopped. Mum and Dad still watch it though. We don't watch The Good Wife, but because it's in the line-up I figured I ought to put it up too.

But Thursday, oh yeah. That's my favorite night. The Mentalist all the way, man.