Pumpkin's Patch

2012-01-11T01:06:00.000-05:00

All right, all right. I've got a plan now.

I'll buy Camphor (I'll be sixteen when I get him, can you imagine that? And I'll probably know how to drive, too!), then I'll save up for a Doll-Chateau Cyril.

I just love the thinness of the body. It's almost exactly like a species (race?) I created. Except I think I want to mod the arms so that the finger tips go down past the knees. Which... will be hard considering the doll is mostly leg.

So, I'll buy Cyril blank.

That's the Cyril head, I like it a lot. It looks great with a face up, too, but I won't bother showing you those because that's not actually the point.

And then I'll buy this head, and yes, it is different, to share the body. This one is Pierre. Who I thought was a girl. I don't know why, really, but I thought it for months.

And that's my plans.

Oh, man, I need a job. I really, really need a job.

I just really want to give something a face up! It's driving me crazy.

2012-01-10T22:47:00.001-05:00

Sometimes I forget the entire purpose of having a blog. At least when it isn't for something specific. If it was for product reviews or about television shows or a political blog-- then you would know what to do. He was a member of the Board of Directors of the Company and the Group of Seven and the Ragged Tiger Deluxe Plastic Sled Blue and White Porcelain Vase with Flowers and Fruit of the Loom Men 's Watch Online Part 1 HD Full Movie Part 1 of 2 things will happen to the best of the best in the world of the living room and dining room with a view to the sea.

I'm so sorry. Blogger has a new... thing. It shows you text completion suggestions and... well, if you follow it long enough it ends up doing that.

And I'm really sorry about that.

Anyway, onto it.

I've been wanting to try my hand at doing a faceup, but I don't have anything to give a faceup. I have Hyacinth and Aiden, but they both have company faceups that I love.

So I was thinking about getting an Obitsu doll. They're vinyl and-- they just look really soft, is all. I just want to give something a faceup, it just bothers me. Because I can't. Because I don't have anything to do it to.

I would buy a practice head but... why just get a head when I can get a full doll? Then I could try body blushing.

In reality, it's just an excuse to get another doll. But I believe vinyl stains easily so... probably won't happen. But someday I'll find a doll that I want and can just order blank.

Maybe a Resinsoul doll, they don't cost very much. Then again, most dolls don't cost very much blank.

Off to go look at some face sculpts.

2011-12-01T14:56:00.001-05:00

I did it~

i did it on the 11th but i really did it now.

If you can't see, my word count for the month of November is 106,045.

2011-11-21T23:44:00.001-05:00

Well, nobody ever needs to worry about me becoming a crack addict.

No, seriously, I'm fairly certain crack is cheaper than dolls. Really. Or any drug, actually.

Saving for a new doll, and I'll get my second doll in... three months, about. Number three will probably be bought some time in the next ten years.

And that is all.

Oh, and,

2011-11-11T02:30:00.001-05:00

Remember when I said that it wasn't likely/impossible (or something along those lines) that I would ever write 10,000 words in a day again?

Ahaha no apparently it is not impossible.

NaNoWriMo pains me.

So who thinks I can write 7,903 words tomorrow?
Better known as: in the morning.

~~not me~~

2011-10-15T00:12:00.000-05:00

NaNoWriMo'll be starting up soon. I'm better prepared this time around, equipped with a plot.

This is something I've tried writing three, three and a half times before. It's gotten kind of weird. The main character just can't seem to stay the same. First version, African-American male with black hair, second version, white male with brown hair, presumably, third version, white male with blond hair. Fourth version, Jewish male with dark brown hair.

Next time? He'll totally be Chinese.

But I really hope there isn't a next time. I'd probably cry.

Last year I came up with my NaNo (which I have a printed copy of now) at three AM Halloween night. As in, after Halloween, as in, the first day of NaNo. As in, bad timing. I still have no idea where that came from, by the way. Pretty confusing.

So it'll be a sort of murder mystery, young adult, highschool setting courtroom drama.

Don't ask me.

Hopefully it will actually have a body count. I'm terrible at killing people. In my script, for Script Frenzy, which is like NaNo except it's for screenplays and is in April, about the mafia, nobody died. That's not how the mafia works. Has anyone ever seen a movie involving the mafia where someone didn't die? I'm waiting for an answer, believe me.

So, what's been going on in my life?

Absolutely nothing. Which is good. Because I like doing nothing. It gives you a nice sense of non-purpose.

I've been writing every day for two hundred and ninety one days.

Shall I repeat that?

Two-hundred, and ninety-one days.

And I don't mean just 'writing' something, like, a word, or a sentence, or a paragraph, I mean I'm writing upwards of 750 words a day, which doesn't seem like a whole lot, which is why my average is 2,000 a day.

My word record is 10,101.

All in one day.

Yes, I'm bragging, but only because it's likely to never happen to me again. It was a short story, all nice and contained.

Soon I'll be to three hundred, and then I'll be at a full, three-hundred and sixty-five days.

There's not much of a reason for doing this.

I don't get anything out of it.

But habits are formed in 30 (or 14, depending on your source) days, and I've had 291 days to form this one. Pretty sure it's going to stick with me for a while.

Pretty sure 'a while' means forever, too.

Other than that, not much to say. Just that, hey, I'm still alive. And that's good.

2011-09-17T22:18:00.002-05:00

Oh, haha, guess what I told almost nobody because I was too busy?

I've had Waltz for something like seven days. So, a week.

I was woken up by my parents throwing a box at me. It wasn't terribly pleasant.

But what was inside the box was very, very pleasant.

Waving?

Saluting...?

Mom gave me hair diamonds.
It was not a wise decision.

In my bookcase. Hm.

Look at those eyes.

These two pictures are my favorites. The eyes!

Made him a bracelet. Pretty sure it was supposed to be a hoop earring...

Terrible picture but... where did all of his hair go? You can see in other pictures that it's longer than just... this.

With Bumblebee.

Mom asked me if he could 'sit like Janie', and guess what? He can.

Holding my iPod. Nothing is holding his arm or hand up except for... well, it's all him.
It's a picture of himself.

His name is Hyacinth, as in Hyacinth and Apollo.

Within the first... say, three hours of owning him I managed to get my black nail polish on him. I had been meaning to take it off, but he came so suddenly that I both didn't have the chance to, and I forgot about it in favor of playing with him. Nail polish stains resin. So I made (read: asked nicely) mom go to the store and buy me some (off brand) Mr. Clean Magic Erasers, since they are indeed magical, and it wiped right off. And then the next day I managed to twist his elbow out of socket. I fixed it without panicking, but still. How did I manage that? It just... happened, and I hadn't done anything. And then it fixed itself. Alright then, joint, you win.

He's pantsless in some pictures because... his pants are tight. And I can't make him do things in them. Like the leg thing, it would have been impossible in those pants. Or at least not very easy.

And I am lazy.

So yes, this is Hyacinth. I'm going to buy him a black wig as soon as the one I like is restocked, because I think black would suit his character better. It'll be great.

2011-09-02T11:43:00.001-05:00

I NEED THIS LIKE I NEED AIR TO BREATHE
okay not that seriously but i do really, really want this. i would never take it off.

money.
why must you desert me?

It's not actually deserting me, though. I'm just saving it. For something that is regrettably not a Deadpool hoodie.

2011-08-22T22:55:00.001-05:00

So I put together a bookcase today.

Kind of.

Pictures later.

Somehow it manages to hold (mostly) all of my books.

Pictures now:

Repossessed in the middle because it's my favorite book.

Deadpool comics, then manga, then paperbacks.

Another angle. You can see I have books stacked on top. Also, Brave New World and a Speed Racer book.

Second shelf has series. Artemis Fowl, Alex Rider, Cirque du Freak, The Demonata, The Chronicles of Vladimir Tod. And the Cracked book at the faaaaar right. I just like it.

Bottom shelf. Fairytale book, The Hobbit, 'Salem's Lot, Lord of The Rings, and so on.

Journey to the Centre of the Earth, writing, depressing holocaust books, other books... Atlas Shrugged,.

The entire thing. You can see the books on the top, which are my Egyptian books... and on the right, my library books. Dracula, Macbeth, and The Count of Monte Cristo. Behind them we have Beowulf, Fat Vampire, and The Graveyard Book.

So yes, that's my bookshelf.

2011-07-26T11:49:00.000-05:00

So. Bear ran away. A few days ago. He's back now, it's all good. We're good.

And this is my email to one of my friends, because it makes much more sense than anything I tried writing. Edited for... a lot of things:

I'd been walking with my dad for like... 15-30-40 minutes before I gave in and decided to admit that I would die if I went any further. So we went back to the house, blah blah I changed my clothes, and then we called my mom (who was driving around) so she came and picked us up and just as we were driving out of the street, we see a guy with a black dog.

So, right in front of our street are some houses. And that guy was standing on the sidewalk. With a black dog.

So I was like, "Is that Bear? I think that's Bear. Is it Bear?"

IT WAS.

So mom had a mini seizure where she waved down the guy and yelled over to him, across a busy street, and asked if it was a stray dog.

He looked so relieved I can't even put it into words.

He said yes and he waved us down so we crossed the street (in our car don't forget) and drove into the driveway.

It was so totally Bear. So I do what I do, and started sobbing like a baby.

And sunscreen just killed me ugh it hurts.

And mom is bawling. Not a big surprise.

Dad is totally cool.

So we all get out of the car (I stay in for a while because my eyes burn too much) and we all freak out (except dad who is still totally cool, albeit a little excited). And there's a blonde woman with a braid and her name is Theresa and her husband (I suppose) whose name I did not catch and we all hugged everyone.

Except Dad who is still totally cool. He patted the guy on the back. I think. Maybe.

And the lady, Theresa, was crying like "thank you thank you!"

It's like, lady why are you thanking us we're thanking you.

They have five dogs, counting a cat who thinks she's a dog, apparently, and they put all of them upstairs and took Bear into their basement. They gave him water and food and they pampered him and they were so nice. She said she sat down on the floor to talk to him and he laid on her lap. He thinks he's a lap dog. So she was adamant about finding his owners.

He doesn't wear a collar and he isn't microchipped.

Not an easy feat, right there.

She said she had already drawn up three posters listing his attributes and she had called tons of people and she put him online (where? i do not know) and she was just so ohmygod nice.

And she was crying.

Did I mention.

I did mention.

Dad took Oliver to the vet and left the gate unlocked so Bear got out to follow him. No seriously. He was going the way we go whenever we get in the car, which is straight and then right.

OH WAIT.

Did I mention the guy stopped traffic at 5:30 so that he could get Bear across the road?
Because that is seriously heroic of him.

I have no idea how we'll thank them yet.

And that is the decidedly unexciting recap.

i order the foie gras, and i eat it with complete disdain

2011-07-18T01:03:00.001-05:00

So today, although it isn't even close to over, I wrote a 1,246 word story.

And...I'm still not done with it.

Oh, silly me.

That was from... sometime last year, in a draft post, where I was talking about said story. Gushing, really.

I think I can top that with the 10,101 word short story (rather, it would be a chapter of something) I wrote last month. In a day. Took me six hours, apparently.

And today, yesterday, I wrote 3,555 words of a story.

I am no longer impressed with myself when I write one thousand words unless its a bad day or that's just how long it has to be. Sometimes things just need to end early.

Apparently, writing is the only profession where you can get away with asking about torture techniques and how much force it takes to break someones neck and, not to mention, how air embolisms work on a public forum.

Anyone could be a serial killer.

Seriously.

But the upside is that I now know how to torture people in some of the most gruesome, violent ways possible, how much force it takes to break someones neck, and that injecting someone with an empty syringe could potentially be fatal.

Is that good to know? I honestly have no idea.

2011-07-07T21:43:00.000-05:00

Wow, blogger, could you make your new layout any whiter? No? Good.

I don't actually have much to blog about still. I feel bad for being on tumblr more than here, but at least tumblr is pretty easy. Click reblog and yay, there's a post!

So... what's been happening? I've been playing The Sims 3 religiously, being too excited for my own good about my doll, and that's essentially it. Not much to write or... actually do anything about. So I'll just keep... doing that, and wait until I actually have something slightly interesting to say.

2011-06-30T12:20:00.000-05:00

I play Sims 3 with all the lowest settings except for the sims (because I love to look at them). Just so you know, because I'm going to post screenshots. I don't do any special effort to make them serviceable or any nicer looking.

I created a household with two of my characters, Motis and Sae. And Motis has the insane trait. All he does, pretty much, is talk to himself, give himself sponge baths in the kitchen sink (which is in front of a window!), sit on the toilet, 'gussy up' in every mirror of the house, and wear the weirdest outfits. Sae just lays on the bed and daydreams. A lot. For hours at a time until his needs dip so low that he has to get off the bed. I'm trying not to play them very much, in the terms of controlling them. It's fun to watch them do their thing. But since Sae does absolutely nothing, I'm usually looking at Motis all day.

The first picture I took of them. Sae is excited about a plant that is inside the house that he can't even see and Motis is watching him have his little freak out.

Sponge bath one. Note the window. Sae is in the bedroom daydreaming, if you want to know. Well, he's either daydreaming or sleeping. I can't remember.

Sponge bath two. Again, the window. And he's tired. I think he should have just gone to bed instead of having a sponge bath.

Motis doesn't like his job outfit? Good, neither do I.

Sitting on the toilet. Not going to the bathroom, just sitting. He's only ever worn his every day outfit, this one, twice. Once when he first got into the house (and then he changed into his formal outfit) and then when he was doing this.

He is constantly on the phone with his boss. Constantly.

Just look at those eyes. If you can't tell, they're crossed.

And again.

In closing. Motis is insane and essentially only wears his athletic clothes (the black pants) and Sae is boring.

2011-06-22T20:58:00.002-05:00

I really should post more often. It's just that I don't have anything to post.

Somebody suggest something.
I'm utterly clueless.

2011-06-10T13:55:00.002-05:00

I have a tumblr now. Mostly I reblog pretty/funny things and there's some Minecraft stuffed in there.
really it just has everything.

http://ohgodacreeper.tumblr.com/

cantinflas was a body rocker

2011-06-05T17:41:00.003-05:00

I'll tell you why it may be the best day of my life now.

I don't know if any of you (my followers?) know what BJDs are, but...

I'm getting one!

maybe.

possibly.

waiting for the email back tomorrow from the company.

He's a limited edition, and only 100 have been made. And he's really, really pretty, as you can see.

I'm very excited and I hope that he's still in stock. We're going to do it with a four month layaway to be able to pay for him (because he probably costs more than a new television, but I don't know how much televisions cost nowadays).

So, I'm really excited!

Basically, a BJD is a very, very poseable doll. BJD stands for 'ball jointed doll', I think, because the dolls have ball joints where we, as humans, have joints. Basically, to me, they're the best things ever. I've wanted one for probably a year and a half, but then I saw him on eBay, then I went to the site, and I fell in love with him and asked my parents and, oddly enough, they said yes to buying him. And! As a plus, these specific dolls are made in the USA. Also, he is 62cm, which translates to really very big.

So, bully for me, I guess.

Is it too early to add a BJD tag?

yeah, i think it is.

2011-06-05T12:30:00.000-05:00

This may well be the best day of my life.

Well, so far.

and the bees made honey in the lion's head

2011-05-24T01:27:00.000-05:00

Maybe someday I'll start blogging again. Who knows, who knows. So, I wrote this one time. I think my computer had died or something. I'm sure quite a few of you can relate.

Why my loyal friend,
are you so slow?

Have your circuits crossed,
and wound too tightly?

Has your motherboard gone corrupt,
and is now crispy bacon?

Mayhaps your fan has come un-done,
and it is to you a hot summers day?

Perhaps I have asked too much of you lately,
and you wish to avenge?

2011-04-19T22:32:00.000-05:00

I got this.

2011-04-11T02:16:00.002-05:00

IT'S MY BIRTHDAY

wonder what i'll get.

2011-04-05T23:55:00.000-05:00

HELLO THERE.

I have been busy. I have been writing my script. That has kept me very, unimaginably busy. Actually it hasn't because I multi task to the point of overloading.

I've also been playing Minecraft. Creepers are drawn to me. I got a wolf and then A CREEPER BLEW UP AND KILLED IT AND I'M TOO LAZY TO GO FIND ANOTHER WOLF. And then I died and lost my house so I just... made a new game. I'm lazy that way.

My script's logline (like a one line summary, I suppose) is: The young son of a mafia boss who killed the U.S president attempts to frame someone else for the crime.

This is bad, because I,

Know nothing of the mafia.
Know nothing about framing people
Cannot write crime.

So wish me luck for the rest of the month. I have thirty one pages so far. Thirty one out of a hundred isn't bad.

Oh! And I've almost got one hundred straight days on 750words.com, so I'll be a phoenix soon. Awesome.

i am a smoke fire, scared of holy water

2011-03-30T18:04:00.000-05:00

current favorite song.

Nothing has really been happening, or at least nothing that I can remember right now. I finished putting my (stupid stupid stupid) book into a PDF format. Just need to make chapter names, finish the index, get an ISBN number (maybe) finish the dedications/acknowledgments and maybe rewrite the ending. And make the font bigger, because it's way too tiny.

And! Script Frenzy is coming up soon. April 1st.
and then my birthday ten days later.

i never told you what i do for a living

2011-03-19T22:29:00.000-05:00

It's surprisingly hard to format a novel. There are margins that go to the left and margins that go to the right, and the top and the bottom and it's confusing and painful to do. Mentally mostly, but sometimes my fingers get to hurting.

So you write things like this normally, with paragraph breaks. Space in between new things. But no! In a book it has to be indented. Indenting every single paragraph. Every single paragraph ever. That may not seem so hard but this is going to have... well, why don't we just hope it doesn't go past eight hundred twenty eight, okay? Because that's the limit. It may be eight hundred twenty six, though. But still. I can't go past that!

If you don't get it:

I competed (it's not a competition, though) in NaNoWriMo(National Novel Writing Month) and for winning I got a free code for a createspace book. For this to be printed I have to format it. I have to format the margins. I have to format the page numbers and the chapter titles and so on and so forth. It'll be 6x9, so... roughly the size of my paperback Eragon book. This is how I relate things.
based on other books.

Hopefully I'll get through this and not be too bad at it.

AND I GOT A PACKAGE FROM UKRAINE.
yeahhhh.

2011-03-14T18:08:00.000-05:00

神さまが守るように

that god will protect you

Source

2011-03-09T18:41:00.000-05:00

my my.

2011-03-06T18:12:00.001-05:00

Minecraft.

It's an unbeatable addiction.

2011-03-05T18:13:00.000-05:00

"Also there was the Arabic keening voice doing its thing when Rango crosses the road again. What's with that? Do we have to have muslim music in so many movies now? Don't we have enough American music for that instead? I also saw these CGI genuises or music scorers putting apparently arabic music in the Owls of Ga'hoole movie. Very odd if you ask me."

I AM OFFENDED. This is offensive. Arabic keening, too much muslim music, ugh. WHY IS THIS ODD TO YOU? WHY? IT IS MUSIC. GET OVER IT. STOP COMPLAINING.

mm, done now.

(a) Radical Notion

2011-02-20T18:12:00.000-05:00

It feels a bit unsettling to watch Inception right after (literally, a minute or less in between) sleeping and having extremely odd dreams.

So I'll tell you about my dreams.

In one, I was at my Grandparent's house. Not weird at all, in fact it's really rather normal -- I'm here now, in my Grandparent's house, so of course all of my dreams would take place in my Grandparent's house. I had my camera out, I was laying on the floor, and there was... something happening to the sky. It was swirling, black and dark gold in an endless loop of distortion, circling and circling infinitely. And I got ready to take a picture of it, I had everything lined up, the green brackets on the screen, it was crisp and perfect, and then there was a bright flash of light and it was just white, almost completely white save for some blue. It was swirling, slower now, with the small touches of blue. And then something happened. I don't know what happened to be exact but something happened after that. Something always does, of course, you wake up, and that's what happens after, but I didn't wake up. I just ended up in a different dream.

This dream is harder to remember and I really... can't. But my Granny's laptop has a key that goes loose sometimes, the left CTRL key. It's rather annoying. And it seemed to be -- the dream -- from my perspective, from my eyes, as I could see hands, whether they were mine or not, on the keyboard. The CTRL key had come loose as had another key that my Granny's laptop doesn't have. The keyboard was smaller, more squashed, fat. Everything was smaller. The other key that had come loose was long, like a shift or enter key would be, and the CTRL key was longer than normal. On this laptop, the size of the right shift key. The left shift key is very much longer. And the key was blue, with a world on the right side, and something on the left side. Maybe words. Something in white, I don't know. The hands -- my hands? -- were scrambling, trying to put them back together but there seemed to be more empty spaces where keys would go than the keys. As I said before, the keyboard was very much smaller in size, fat and squashed, but it seemed like most of the keys were there. At least the A key, I remember the A key quite clearly. I think the keyboard wasn't arranged as normal, the letters were all in the wrong positions. The A key was somewhere in the middle of the keyboard when it should have been next to the left, next to the caps lock key. So I was trying to put the world key and the CTRL key back in place. They kept clicking, no, there was just... lots of clicking noises. The clicking was the sound of the clicking noise that the CTRL key makes when you push it back into it's spot. I was nervous, I was frightened, or something, and anxious and I kept just running my hands over the keyboard even though it wasn't doing anything. There was some kind of shadow over the keyboard and then -- another dream.

Another dream that I can't remember at all. It was odd though, from a sort of third person view. I can only remember a brief still. Something that looked like me, in something red -- like a red bikini top, bottoms ( but my memory fluctuates from bikini to pants, it's very odd ) but I was bending down a bit, my hands between my knees. My hair was huge, very frizzy and... well, just huge. I was on some kind of tan, beige, balcony. It might have been in a room, perhaps windows. There were no guardrails if it was a balcony. Behind me, more to the left of me really, was a large forest. Light green, a bit whiter than is necessary. Next to that was a boring pillar obscuring anything else. Just that.

And those were my painfully weird and agonizingly complex dreams that are still making me go ' WHAT IS WRONG WITH ME ' and ' WHY AM I FREAKING OUT ABOUT KEYS ' and ' WAS THE WORLD ENDING I KEEP DREAMING ABOUT THE WORLD ENDING AND THAT'S PROBABLY BAD '

No seriously I do keep dreaming about the world ending.

The first time, I was in my parent's bedroom. We were listening to the radio, I assume that it was Coast to Coast AM by the sound of George Noory's voice. There was a clock in their dresser. It was counting down. I was scared. My mom was scared, I think. Dad wasn't anywhere to be found. Later on, after having some quality freaking out time, a door appeared where a window should have been. So I, of course, just got up off of the bed -- I was sitting, probably crying -- to look. Before I could look a guy came out, he had red hair, like almost fake - like flaming red hair, or something. Blah blah blah talking, talking, talking, I think he goes away or I'm confused, and then it's getting down to the really low times. I think I'm thinking about music. I don't know. And then the clock hits zero and I close my eyes, and nothing happens.

Since then it's almost custom to have a dream about the world ending every other night. If I sleep at all.

My dreams are weirder when I nap. If I sleep on the couch or if I'm just taking a nap ( like today -- I was tired so I laid down on the day bed ) I wake up in a cold sweat, absolutely perturbed, disturbed, flustered, rattled, however you want to define it.

And that's all.
If you haven't seen Inception yet you surely are missing an experience.

2011-02-16T06:38:00.001-05:00

EMH and Marble Hornets has ruined my life. Every time I'm in the car at night I'm all, ' IS THAT SLENDER MAN I SEE OUT THERE ' but you know. Never is. I feel like I want it to be Slendy, but I guess that's in the same vein of wanting to meet Cthulhu.

Yeah. Yeah that must be it.

editttt:

what does the vet have to do with slenderman at all?

Also, I feel like you should know this, I've stayed up allll night and I plan to stay up as long as humanly possible. I'm pushing for 1 PM.
WILL I MAKE IT?

It's currently 9:23 AM. Keegan's still up with me.

baby, did you forget to take your meds?

2011-02-13T19:32:00.001-05:00

I'm not a very drug minded person. I get LSD and LCD mixed up constantly and right now I can't actually remember what LCD is. LCD screens, maybe.

I really could care less about drugs but human psychology interests me to certain points. Mainly I know nothing, but I do know that the supposed E (i swear to god it's a three) on Ecstasy tablets totally looks like the Motorola logo. Don't even try to deny it.*

Plus, all these chemicals kill brain cells and I pride myself on being extremely unintelligent in an awesomely smart way and I'm afraid that, if my braincells deplete too much, will not be possible with drugs. And acne! I'm incredibly vain as a person and acne would do me no good.

Vanity. I used to denounce it but it's like I don't even care enough to say that I don't care proper.

And don't get me started on... actually, no, the only drugs that come to mind at 3:40 AM* are pot, weed (the two might be the same thing), crack, crack cocaine, heroin, ecstasy, marijuana, and probably certain brands of mouthwash.

I watch too much Intervention and yes, I do know that I was probably just repeating a bunch of nicknames. Stupid smart, remember?

*: At one point I assume that I had seen a tablet of ecstasy that had an E. It did look exactly like the Motorola logo.
*: This was also forever ago, in case you need to know. STOCK POST YAY.

editing to say that the ecstasy tablet was a picture on the internet.

2011-02-10T21:22:00.002-05:00

This can be excused because it was four AM and the middle of the night and stuff, but we were driving, driving, whatever, and we passed a sign that said, like... 'all cappuccinos' or something?

I thought it said Al Pacino.

That's all.

2011-02-07T22:13:00.000-05:00

I was just reminiscing about a few years ago, dunno why, when I remembered that when Pirates of the Caribbean Online beta/alpha came out and Keegan got me a key and we played together, we joined a gang. It was called the Cuban Gang and EVERYONE hated us because, well, because we were evil. We harassed people, wouldn't let people on Cuba, the actual island, and just... were awesome. Before the game started to suck and they made it so that ships weren't allowed to be even near the shore there were always the biggest ships anchored there, it was seriously near impossible to get on Cuba.

Goldskull was the leader, he was pretty cool. Horrible, but cool. I was a cannon firing person, I was pretty good at it. Keegan, I don't remember what he did. Those were good times. Eventually the gang split up, moved to a different game or just stopped, but that was the funnest time of my life.

So, yes, I used to be in a gang in a mmorpg that would harass the heck out of people. And Disney was probably about to ban us all since we weren't really supposed to, you know, make little kids cry. But hey, it all ended up well for Disney in the end, even though the game lost any and all charisma it might have ever had.

And when the game was about to go out of beta and everyone would lose their characters, the gang had a big party and took a picture of all the ships in a row. It was amazing, a really good blow out thing.

i'm sitting on top of a mountain

2011-02-05T18:28:00.000-05:00

I'm sipping on some sunshine
I'm gonna leave it for the morning in the afterlife
And she's drunk by the daytime
I bet she feels it just the same in the evening

There's really nothing to post about. Hm. I'll figure something out.

I woke up today at... well, probably one or one twenty/thirty. Went with Tony to hhgregg to get his television. Also, I found out that I can't abbreviate television anymore. That's probably something bad. Well, it was raining first, and then it was sleeting, and then it was snowing. Not very nice, kind of cool. Cool as in the temperature.

I got some rosemary + olive oil triscuits.

this makes me happy but does not relate in any way to anything i was ever saying.

Tony walked back to his house since he had borrowed Grandpa's truck (also i'm at my grandparents because maybe i only slightly alluded this earlier. maybe not even that) because he needed the exercise... so yeah. That all happened.

ALSO, I WOULD LIKE TO POINT OUT THAT I DO NOT APPRECIATE IT (READ: ABSOLUTELY CANNOT STAND AND HATE) WHEN YOU DIRECT MY ATTENTION TO THE TELEVISION WHEN THERE IS AN OWL VISIBLE. YOU ARE NOT HELPING, THIS IS NOT FUNNY, SO STOP. MOM: STOP, DAD: STOP, AND ANY POTENTIAL OFFENDERS: STOP.

seriously, you're giving me a complex.

2011-02-03T04:24:00.000-05:00

This is how my day goes:

I SHOULD POST SOMETHING.

-forgets about posting anything-

-hours later-

OH MY GOD I REALLY SHOULD POST SOMETHING.

-writes blog post-

never mind this is dumb.

-blog post is permanently drafted-

well.
this is depressing.

-procrastinates about posting for a few more days-

NO I REALLY SHOULD POST SOMETHING.

and then i'm all, this is the best idea ever, make it be oppressed orange people.

-writes it-

not as good as it was in my head BUT IT WILL DO JUST POST IT.

-posts it and regrets it but then doesn't regret it-

yaaaaay.

-goes off to have FUN-

the fun is over.
i must write blog post now.

-writes a blog post at 4:19 AM and will regret posting it-

hm.

-scratches chin-

yeah whatever.

and tomorrow i'll be all
but i'm fine with it. as goes my life.

also, it is now 4:23? i come over here and i turn into a zombie.

2011-02-02T00:47:00.000-05:00

I have noticed, after all it's hard not to, that February is Black History Month. I do not know if the month needed to be capitalized or not. But! I have also noticed a certain lacking in this history month. We have black history month, probably others (I don't know) but we don't have the one most important thing, it's so widespread after all: Orange History Month! Yes, that's right, we're alienating a whole race of people by not having a history month for them. Don't you feel terrible?

Pictured here: ignored people of the orange race

Look at them, just crying out for recognition. And what do we do? Nothing! We do nothing! So I demand that we acknowledge this race, they must be noticed! Now, who's with me?

also guidos.

trying my best not to forget, all manner of joy, all manner of glee

2011-01-29T13:41:00.001-05:00

You know you have a real friend when you're telling them that you think you might die, and that you want a bulletproof vest or a riot shield, and they send you this image.

21st century digital boy

2011-01-16T15:52:00.000-05:00

I try to aim low on my choices of careers because I know that I'm pretty apt to fail at anything I ever try. And as follows are my main choices of jobs.

Egyptologist
Massage Therapist
Paparazzo
Maid
Russian Interpreter

For this last one I will actually need to learn Russian first (oops), go to college for four years (or more, not that I'm complaining), and hopefully not die once I actually visit Russia because I will no doubt insult someone accidentally by my Americanisms.
Why is that a word? Canadianism. Why are these words? Why? I must know.

I'm lazy.

Riri-Lala-Kiki: Not Australia! Australia scares me, no offence. The spiders are gigantic and you have box jellyfish.

Carozilla: Ohh, I see. I like chickens.
And you aren't a naked man with a snake unless you're only a small child. I should have clarified, it's only November 2009 and onwards that the change is affecting.

Is it? That's terribly flattering.

and i have just been informed by google that i am not a man and would therefore be a paparraza, not paparazzo.

i was confused by the powers that be, forgetting names and faces

2011-01-13T22:17:00.000-05:00

passersby were looking at me as if they could erase it

Who picks up a jelly fish? That is just terrifying stuff right there.
And you're welcome.

Did you hear about the zodiac switch around? I totally didn't. So at first I was at a loss at being swapped from this,

to this,

I liked being swoopy and, you know, not a fish. I eat fish. I don't eat rams.

But then I found out that the change does not affect me, and so I am fine now. I much prefer being a swoopy... that thing to being a sort of round H.

Who came up with these letters? How does an H mean ' ay - che '?

I don't get it. But then, I kind of have to get it because I was raised on knowing that you say H ay - che.

But I still... it's too confusing.

How does one stop themselves from bouncing around to different topics just back and forth?

Excuse me whilst I go forth and find something in the news to be irate about.

Shouldn't take me long.

Maybe a day or two.

Or four.

2011-01-08T22:55:00.000-05:00

This is from 10/24/10 so it doesn't make sense in reference to my current timeline and I don't actually have a current timeline so ignore me and read this:

Just because I follow maybe, I don't know, three fashion blogs does not mean I want to follow every fashion blog, google reader.

That's right. I have quite a lot of time on my hands, and when I do, I read blogs.
And play Subeta.
And read blogs. But mainly, it's Subeta.
which i would like if you joined, y/y?

click it.
or ticket?
sounds about right.

So, back to my free time.
I read blogs, and neglect to post on my own blog because, well, easy way out is to say I'm lazy. Which I totally am and yes I do brag about it. A lot. It's my superpower.
Do you have a superpower?

I like squirrels. A lot. I think they are cute.
Really, extremely cute, mind you.

...
I'm a boring person. I didn't do very much of anything today.

I did go outside with dad on an excursion (we didn't do very much of anything), and I sat on the hood of the car while he looked on disapprovingly.
I think I annoyed him. I'm good at that.
And he's good at annoying me.

No, this isn't the super long blog post I promised and I'm sorry but I have nothing to write about.
Although I would like to plug two of my favorite blogs.

I'm just advertising a whole lot today, aren't I?

But there's one that I check everyday, even though it doesn't update nearly that much:
Carozilla's Laboratory which is amazing, and funny, and I quite like it a lot.
And newly there is Unlaced & Uncensored, which I like to read. So I'll just...say that?
And I want to mug this Joshua kid, too. Just so you know. AND, as an added bonus, the blog author was my 42nd follower which makes her more awesome. Don't we love these things?

I've completely lost my train of thought. Not that I had one in the first place but gosh, I feel weird.
See, this is what happens to me when I don't get enough mental stimulation. My brain cells deplete until I'm hardly even able to be considered a vegetable.
Rather, I can still type so I must not be that bad at all.

Right?

I've recently rekindled my obsession with Beauty & the Beast, thanks to finding a movie on Hulu.
I love the Beast in generally every incarnation except for that one weird movie where his nose is bright red. That was weird anyway. So, yes, I dislike the prince in every story and the Beast is always just so much cuter.

How can you not love him?
And don't forget the TV show with Vincent, of course. He was amazing too.
I liked Mouse especially.

Let's skip that and move onto another subject before I go digging up pictures, yes?

I'm also obsessed with The Invisible Man again.
I love him when he goes into Quicksilver Madness, he gets even more awesome. I don't know how that's possible but it is so there.

Can I skip this too? Yes? No?
I'm going with yes. Look at me skipping over everything trying to find something appropriate to say. It's very much less amusing than it used to be.

Let's talk about...I kind of feel like not coming up with anymore excuses for topics.
It's been established I cannot write solely about one thing at all.

This next bit actually goes with the timeline because I decided that ending it there kind of... doesn't make sense:

The problem: I can't write blog posts
The solution: there isn't one
The possible solution: write them anyway
The outcome of that: absolutely nothing good
The other possible solution: post every draft I have and hope that I have enough to cover me for a year
The outcome of that: utter failure
The other, other possible solution: do absolutely nothing and see what happens
The outcome of that: nothing at all
The other, other, other possible solution: quit
The outcome of that: even worse utter failure
The other, other, other, other possible solution: do something with my life
The outcome of that: many good things
The end result: an active blog, a happy life, and more comments

see how i underlined it?
of course you did. i like to type in lowercase because i don't actually know why.

I think the reason I've lost my ability to do anything is because I'm not getting comments. No comments equals me not knowing if people actually read my brain - vomit, and so I'm left confused as to whether I should continue to projectile brain - vomit into the interwebs or not.

So, perhaps you should comment me. Just a kind suggestion. Thank you for your time.

2011-01-01T13:58:00.000-05:00

It is 1/1/11.
MY, THE NUMBERS COINCIDE WITH. NUMBERS.

Now, usually I write very long comedic posts. Comedy has left my body. So, in testament (I think I am misusing these words) to the past year, I present with you: some of the posts from the diary on my iPod.

AND, GO:

2010-06-13
Too much excitement for one day. Josh climbed over the fence to get back into the waterhole. James egged him on. Boys are crazy.

2010-06-13
Tony sort of looks like Jude Law right now. Pretty fly.

2010-06-24 (03:04:25)
Watching Forensic Files with Keegan. Yeah, it's way too late.

2010-06-25
I have a completely rational fear of tapeworms.

2010-06-29
Went to the park. Fed ducks. Saw light yellow duck. Climbed around on the playset that made me fear heights. Went down a slide. Had fun. Got milkshakes.

2010-07-01
Since when do snakes feel like basketballs?

2010-07-23 (04:10:10)
I've become a hopeless insomniac.

2010-09-09
lol SD card.

NOW WHERE DO YOU GO? no more games!

2010-10-31
aw man. yes, it is three am. also Halloween. i kind of want to kill myself and nano is tomorrow. death plz.

Very interesting. Insightful as to what I did this year, also. Let's see, what else could I possibly have?

Ooh, a shopping list. I still need to get all of this, for your information.

Campbell's Chunky Clam Chowder
Cheddar Ramen
L'Oreal Telescopic Precise Liquid Eyeliner Carbon Black
Makeup Removing Wipes

That's what I do with my life. I buy odd food, and makeup.

Happy new year, hope it's a good one.

2010-12-30T13:47:00.000-05:00

Today, my dad got the things needed to make toothpick food. Basically just a lot of deli meats and cheese. Not really that important, actually.

Getting on with it, though: we have some ham in our refrigerator. A lot of ham, or a little ham, I haven't thought to check because I haven't been hungry. He said that we should just throw it out, and I said no, you shouldn't waste perfectly good food.

The reason why this is funny - or just snarky, or hypocritical if you like - is because whenever I want to throw out perfectly good food I get the same lecture. But when someone else, because god forbid someone else want to throw away fine food, I go off on a normally very short tangent.

"There are starving children in- no, there are starving hobos downtown!"

One time, my mom took me for a drive downtown. I saw a hobo. I cried. I marveled at the architecture while I cried. It was hard to do because one: I couldn't see because I was kind of, you know, crying, and two: because we were in a car and I was trying to make it look like I wasn't crying although it was obvious.

Compare this to the time when I went to CVS with my mom, and she told me that someone I used to know died. I didn't know he was dead. I was crushed. So I cried forever then, too. And I made her go into CVS to buy me tissues.

And then we had to go back in and buy other things.

How wasting food evolved into the many times I have cried in cars, I do not know.

But now you know, so maybe you can tell me.

Maybe.

ALSO.

I had a dream about the end of the world. Obviously, it did not end well. But there was this random pig giving birth throughout it.

I... don't know. My dreams are disturbing.

It's becoming evident that he landed in excrement, but never fear cause Minty's here to make Christmas excellent!

2010-12-23T22:53:00.000-05:00

'The end'

I've always found those words haunting, even if the movie-book-video game ends on a happy, lyrical note.

So I've avoided it in my own writing, dutifully pushing it further and further away until it's nothing more than a nonsensical uttering by grumpy old men or terrible play writes. The thing is: it isn't a nonsensical thing. Everything has to come to an end, whether it be a full stop, a slow, slow dribbling, a slick and sliding end, or just an entirely vague one.

I feel sick to my stomach, dread I suppose, now that I've written my end.

Done. Over with. Unimportant, so stop trying to sob over it and go away already. But I can't just walk away from something I spent fifty-three days on, can I? Fifty-three days. Doesn't sound like long, does it? Apparently it's just long enough to write a 116,051 word novel with an ending.

A brief, sorrowful and joyful ending (mainly because the main character can't stop crying and laughing at the same time) but it's an ending and we all know how important those are, don't we? Whether it's your life's end, your story book's end, or just an end, it all happens.

And it's happened to me, now, and I'm very unhappy that it did. You see, it was never meant to really end. But it got out of my grasp and took it's own mind out on a stroll, completely disregarding my once sensible plot. It dragged my secondary but main character away, taking him on a wild adventure to... well, somewhere, and it skipped ahead. Seven years, in fact.

I've never ended a story before.

It just isn't done in my mind.

But I have now.

I think I said this before.

So, I think I'll go have a nice little cry and start on my next one.

I'll tell you how it starts:

"I caught the farmhand praying last night. Lord only knows why."

Yeah.

I'll definitely get myself caught up in that.

We're Going Till The World Stops Turning While We Burn It To The Ground Tonight

2010-12-14T13:50:00.001-05:00

JUST TO LET YOU KNOW,

I am on the brink of 100,000 words. 98,630.
I can so totally do this today.

just so you know of my accomplishment.

what is this ' editing ' you speak of?
it is foreign to me.

Anyway, I got my 100,000!

The word was 'clawing'.

Silly birds and their talon things.

And I, I, I Won't Stop Until I'm Done, Done, Done

2010-12-13T22:40:00.000-05:00

Do you have any idea how cold it is here? I'm going to guess that you don't, since you kind of don't live here... but anyway, it's 17 degrees Fahrenheit (I feel accomplished whenever I find that I can spell that word without a spell check) but it feels like 3 degrees.
DO YOU HEAR ME?
THREE.

Snow just does that to you. It's like the ultimate betrayal.

THE SUN IS SHINING.
THE SNOW IS BLINDING.
AND IF YOU GO OUTSIDE, YOU ARE GUARANTEED TO FREEZE TO DEATH.

Now, given the choices of either,

a( Writing a blog post
or
b( Writing the rest of my novel

I would like to say a, but it's actually b, so that's why I haven't posted in... a lot of days.

BUT HEY, I HAVE A BACK COVER. SO YOU CAN, Y'KNOW, LOOK AT IT.

Once again made by the wonderful FENA.
pheeena.

and i made cookies.
and i watched vladimir putin sing in both russian and english
and i think i have an odd fixation on vladimir putin

I Say My, My, My, My Slow Descent Into Alcoholism It Went

2010-12-03T23:34:00.000-05:00

What is this... this ' blogging ' thing you speak of? I have never heard of it.

My gosh, technology is so advanced!

I feel dumb now. Anyway, I have not posted for... forever because I've been busy having my soul sucked out by this monster:

WHAT IS THAT?
IT'S A COVER.
MY GOD.

Made by the wonderful Fena. IT'S A THING. OH WOW.
Why do I even have a cover anyway? It's all so confusing. But it's there! How nice! I like things that are there!

Nothing I say makes sense. I'm sorry.

I want to make these today. I have yet to beg my mother. But I could probably make them myself.

It was dad's birthday yesterday. We tried to burn the house down.
It didn't work.

I should be writing.
I don't want to.
I am a soulless husk without a purpose.

80,000 words in 30 days can do that to you.

until next time, when I may or may not be funny again.

wait what.
It's like... the day after? And I got to make meringues yesterday? HOLY.
They tasted like pumpkin pie.

And my eyeball is going to detach so if you'll excuse me... I'll just exit stage right.

Don't Give Up On The Dream, Don't Give Up On The Wanting, And Everything That's True

2010-11-22T00:40:00.000-05:00

On the 20th of November I discovered that I really can write something that could, legally speaking, be called a book.

Hm.

Yes, that means I've written 50,000 words! And slowly more. 52,000 and onward.

Short blog post because I mainly wanted to say that, oh yeah, I'm writing a novel and I surpassed the 50k mark in twenty days.

I Wear My Sunglasses At Night

2010-11-20T14:19:00.000-05:00

Have you ever tried to lift a full bucket with a metal handle that insists on digging into your skin? Yes? No? I want to say no, because really who uses buckets anymore except for us. We're kicking it told school, man. For... no real reason, but hey, it's still something I guess.

Anyway, I have it into my head that if I can't accomplish this task or that task, I will never make it out in the real world. So I force myself to heave the blue plastic bucket and true not to rip a hole through my palms although that would be kind of cool, wouldn't it? "My fingers got decapitated by a bucket handle!" I mean come on, who doesn't want to say that some day? Just me?

Let's skip that because now it's like two days later and I don't even know what I was going for with that.

So, I've almost (almost) written a novel. In, what, 19 days? I have 47,000 words. I need 50,000 to win. I'm almost there. The plot is only just peeking out of it's corner in dejected-land. I'm crazy. My story is crazy. And also makes no sense because what is it really about anyway.

There's that, yeah.

I used to think Dirty Dancing was about pilgrims who would... dirty dance, you know, but it wasn't allowed in the church.
My thoughts never made sense. They still don't, but hey. At least I do think.

If I write 3,000 words today, I'll have written 50,000 words in twenty days.
I'll try.

No One Plans To Take The Path That Brings You Lower, And Here You Stand Before Us All And Say It's Over

2010-11-12T14:11:00.001-05:00

Don't you just hate it when you have 34 blog posts in draft but all you really wanna do is make another one because those 34 other ones were written like five months ago while you were still a sentient lump of a person?
I do. Do you know the feeling? It's probably really easy to relate.

At least we aren't blind sloths!
Inside joke. Kind of. Not really a joke, though. More like a life situation.

ANYWAY, I'm doing NaNoWriMo because I'm clinically insane and I have a little word count widget. Isn't that exciting? Although right now it isn't up to date because I'm also clinically lazy. I'm clinically a lot of things, but those are the two most prominent ones.

Me? Abandon my blog? Never.
Or often, if you want to be pessimistic/technical.

So, because I am doing NaNo I won't be writing very many posts. Or any? Maybe not any. Most likely not any, actually. And darn it, it's the 11th. I've been dreading this day for no real reason. I'm a terrible person, I guess:

The most persistent sound which reverberates through men’s history is the beating of war drums.

Arthur Koestler

When eating bamboo sprouts, remember the man who planted them.

Chinese Proverb

And thank you to... my dad(do you count?) and everyone else out there who has served in the military. Thanks ♥

[late late late late lateeeee.]

At Least I'm Not As Sad As I Used To Be

2010-10-29T14:01:00.001-05:00

I have this purple flower coaster. I don’t want it. So I was trying to force it onto a friend, but finally I decided to just give it to a hobo. I then reasoned that this hobo would have nothing to put on it, so I asked him what kind of pop he likes and he said pepsi but I strongly disagree. Since I’m such a nice person I’ll buy him it anyway, but it turns out I don’t have any money. I gave my last ten dollars to my dad so he could go to the store and buy me onions.

Let me elaborate:
I woke up this morning and dad said he was going to the store. I was like ‘yeah sure okay go away’ and he was all ‘okay bye love you’ and I think I grumbled a bit before getting on my iPod to surf the internet and be lazy. About an hour later he returns and I just sit in bed because it was around nine am and I didn’t want to get up at all. So I kept staying in bed until he came in and said that he forgot onions, for which I berated him. And so I spent the entire first half of being awake complaining about how much I wanted onions, onions this, onions that, and it kept going like that. He didn’t say anything. And mom told me he would do it next month. I said no, because he just went to the store.

Anyway, after quite a while of that, he comes in in full cold-weather-garb and asks for money. I ask why and he says he’s getting onions. I nod and ask him to get me my purse. He does, so I fish around and find ten dollars and wonder if I really want to part with it. I decided that onions are more important than having money and happiness so I gave it to him on the mutual insistence that I will be paid back in full. I’ve bought a lot of stuff.

And he came back, and dropped the bag of onions on me, and all was right with the world.

Onions can do that.

And yes, I did completely get off topic with the hobo, but it doesn’t matter anymore.
Said hobo is officially named Jesus and entirely fictional although I would love to meet him. I could buy him a little hobo-bed and everything.

Pronounced hay-seuss.

At least that's how I do it.

Yeah, I'm A Real Big Sinner. Sometimes, I Eat My Dessert Before My Dinner

2010-10-28T14:45:00.000-05:00

Ways to put yourself off of specific meat cuts forever:

Be told that you are having pork loin
Think about what that is
Make a mental diagram of a pig in your head
Think about where a loin is
Realize the startling implications of eating a pig's loin
Become traumatized

There you have it. The day, today, where I have become oddly terrified of eating this pork that will be made in two to three hours.
Do I have to? Is this meat really from where I'm thinking? I think I need to look at an official pig anatomy guide.
Pork is pig, right? I'm having so many doubts about the meat I will soon ingest.
And then digest.

Pork is pig, beef is cow, chicken is chicken, fish is fish, roadkill tastes like chicken, and shrimp is disgusting.
And then every other meat tastes like chicken. This is how I live out my life, my brain works like that, and it tells me what things taste like and what they actually are.
I could google it.

But that would take away the mystery and slowly onsetting terror.

Girl You Know I'm Loving Your, Loving Your Style

2010-10-22T12:46:00.001-05:00

My musical tastes are rather diverse, it seems.

ALSO IT IS INTERNATIONAL CAPS LOCK DAY SO HI.
AND YOU BETTER TALK IN CAPS AT LEAST ONCE. OR YELL SOMETHING. IT DOES NOT MATTER.

I promise, promise, promise, that I will write a legitimate and long blog post eventually.
Promise?

EDIT: My hands hurt from chopping like, two carrots. I obviously could not make it in the real world.

You Always Hedging On A Safe Bet, Walking A Tight Rope With A Safety Net

2010-10-20T00:59:00.000-05:00

So I heard your earth wasn't ending.

End of the Earth Postponed

Oh, Mayan calender, how I love you so. You and your clever, mind riddling possibilities.

In other news, we've most likely already gone through the end of world!
Congratulations on your new found immortality, guys!

"Audrangelo, why are you posting this?"

Quite simple. It's almost 2 AM, I read this news post, and so I decided to tell you all about it. Also, Russian kissing a giraffe! I do love my Russians.

And my giraffes.

OH GOSH DARN I HAVE TO THINK OF A SONG TITLE.
oh my mind doesn't work this late guys.

I did it! I managed to do it. Love me.

You Didn't Get To Heaven But You Made It Close

2010-10-16T21:32:00.000-05:00

NATAWIEE, you are my 42nd follower.

Now, I have never read the Hitchhiker books but the number 42 entrances me. I love it.
So I love you too, Natawiee.

42 is the answer to the ultimate question of life, the universe, and everything.
Apparently.

There's just too much awesome stuff relating to the number 42, so just go here to read up on it.

So thank you, Natawiee, for making my night.
Because it's 10:27 PM.

So that means it's night time.

Excuse me while I try to stay awake.
I woke up at 8:00 AM this morning and it's starting to disagree with me.

If Your Body Matches What Your Eyes Can Do, You'll Probably Move Right Through Me On My Way To You

2010-10-13T13:37:00.000-05:00

I took my glasses off to brush my teeth so i was just walking around making weird faces at everything. and then I wanted to go look out the front door but was afraid I might see some sort of demented creature born of my insomniatic tendencies. Good news, all I saw was the street and the streetlights but now that I think about it Slenderman could have totally been out there watching me look out the front door with a frothing mouth. So now I probably am going to keep myself up all night wondering 'what if slenderman is out there watching me sleep?' so THANK YOU, followers, for making me want to write a short draft blog post on my iPod at three in the freaking am.

I just let Bear outside and I can't say my heart didn't speed up or that I didn't try to find ol' Slendy but failed because all the trees sort of melded together.

Also earlier I swear to the roman coliseum I saw a fairy.

Insomnia: better than drugs since ever.

So instead of going out and getting high as a kite, stay up for two days and you'll probably get the exact same effect. I don't know, since I like my pretty face to stay pretty and unmarred by probably radioactive substances.In other news, I still feel plenty witty but am running out of things to say. Probably because it's three am but who knows, I could always be wrong.

Good night, folks, wake me up at 8 am.

my sleep schedule is unhealthy and why, yes, i am aware of that.I think everything just turned into water color.

Also, I used to think that watercolor meant paint by numbers.I was a dumb, dumb kid. Still am.

RIGHT NOW:
It's 2:24 PM, day time, and I feel like I could eat a bottle of Pamprin. But I won't, because I'm responsible that way.

I did wake up at 8 am though.
Only to have to constantly shut off alarms and fall asleep until ten am.
And then there were more alarms.

I must be masochistic, otherwise there's no reason to keep setting those alarms.

Anyway, I'm excited for Thor next year, and any other Marvel movies coming out.
Why, yes, I did just see Ironman 2 for the first time this year. It was very fun, but I was actually pretty sad when Whiplash...died? Did he?
I was sad anyway.
I liked him a lot.
And he never did get his bird.

be right back crying in a corner.

This is short, because I'm lazy and should probably go get some Pamprin but I don't want to go through the motions of opening the bottle and drinking a whole glass of water.

We Exchanged Promises Of Revolution In The Expanding Darkness

2010-10-02T21:57:00.000-05:00

I did write a post quite a while ago but then I kept neglecting to post it but it went something like this:

gregg sulkin is evidently sexier than george clooney. untrue

i apparently do this this my tongue a lot

more stuff that doesn't matter

some more

i don't know where my stomach is

endorsing an anatomy website for no real reason

and then a full stop.

So anyhow, these past three or four days I have been waking up at 7 am, being too lazy to get up and lounging around until mom says I HAVE TO GET UP RIGHT NOW BECAUSE WE'RE LEAVING IN FIVE MINUTES AND NO I DO NOT HAVE TIME TO PUT ON MAKE UP. And I'm all...do I have to? Chill, dude. Chilllll and then I start snoring.
Lies. I don't snore, actually.

And then, because I am a magnificent creeper, whenever we get Mcdonald's we go and eat it in this particular little...park thing in this neighborhood. I feel freaky but I do it anyway.

While we were eating mom spied a 'small brown blobby thing', or something to that effect. I wondered if it was a beaver, or a platypus. Mom thought it might have been a bear.

I said that I would walk over there to look but she said that I would fall into the water and die. Thanks for being depressing, mom. But I was dead set on the fact that Mr. Beaver/Platypus would save me and then we got onto the conversation on all of the ways I would plausibly kill myself if I had a terminal disease.

Falling off of the Niagara falls in a bucket FOR THE WIN. I'd do it too.

When we were done eating we drove off but then this happened:
"OH MY GOD IT'S A DOG STOP."
"HONK THE HORN."
"NO DON'T POKE THE HORN, NO NOISE IS EVEN COMING FROM IT GOD."
"STOP MOVING. STOP IT RIGHT NOW."
"IF YOU DO NOT STOP MOVING I WILL PUNCH YOU IN THE FACE. legit."
"OKAY YOU CAN G- NO WAIT STOP."
"O-okay, I think we're cool now. Yeah. Bye doggie."

And thus I had a little manic attack. Cute dog though, just strutting around on the street.

When I write blog posts I usually listen to the song that the title comes from. When I have time, that is. But I'm not listening to this one. Sadly.

Also I did this, apparently:

[Sorry for the late reply, I was busy lugging bags out to the car (again, yes) and running up and down wet stairs praying to God I wouldn't trip and die.
this is a legitimate concern.]

Mm. I do that quite often. Well, not really. But I do take things out to cars a lot.

I bought a cute little devil of an iPod cover at Michaels during my death defying trips. No, seriously, I never ate anything before leaving. Breakfast is unimportant, people. Don't eat it.
Actually, just don't listen to me I never make any sense.

WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU, SONG? DID I NOT JUST LISTEN TO YOU?
Sorry, momentary frustration. Rage has been depleted now.

Whatever, but yes! My wonderful little iPod now has a wonderful little iPod Cover.
And when I emailed dad the pictures he asked me who the two people were that were 'kissy-facing' on it.

...They aren't kissing.

So there.

And I keep forgetting to tell, well, anyone this. But when mom went to go home and get her medicine or something, I wanted my two Black Butler volumes. So when I had her make sure that they were what I was talking about, dad asked me who the 'slim jim' was on the cover. No, no, he said:

"You mean the one with the slim jim on the cover?"
And then I cracked up laughing because who wouldn't?

I imagine you could consider that slim, yes.
Dad, you provide me with endless amusement.

No Ordinary Family is amazing, to be honest. Go JJ, be awesome.
Be Einstein.

Ignore me.
Seriously, I'll only teach your children bad things like not eating breakfast.
It's a social epidemic.

Anyway, Janie's birthday is in the morning, I'm leaving to go home in the morning, and you better believe I'm going to skip breakfast, lounge, and generally be as lazy as possible.

High five, dudes. High five.

This post has gone through a name change, if you'd like to know. Of course you don't care, I know, and you wouldn't have known if I hadn't just told you.
perhaps more than one because i listen to too much music.

Alright, current title was going to be this:

Hirogaru yami no naka kawashiatta kakumei no chigiri

But that don't make no darn sense, and I haven't used a foreign language yet and I doubt I ever will.
but don't quote me on that because i have no clue if i've used a foreign language or not.

This is also the song that played twice with one song in between. Which annoyed me. Because I'm sensitive.

I'm Not Street But I Gotta Do What I Gotta Do

2010-09-21T18:40:00.000-05:00

Why can I not stop watching these? Ah...

I don't want to write a bonafide post, but I just have to sayyy:

SO GO WATCH IT.
Or don't, it's your choice really.

Maybe, maybe I'll update this post later.
But that's a maybe and you know how I am with those.

In the mean time, if I'm not updating here I'm probably updating at Little Black Book.
But I rarely do.
I think.

Darling, There's A New Joke Going Around, Have You Heard It?

2010-09-20T20:53:00.000-05:00

What did the five fingers say to the face?

SLAP.

Okay, yes, I just love that video.

Keegan is going to leave for college...uh...either tomorrow or on Monday? I'm really not sure. But I am sure that I'll miss him a whole lot.

Well now it's Sunday, the 19th, and I started this post on the 18th, and Keegan is leaving tomorrow with a heck of a lot of stuff.

Dishes, glasses, just about a billion boxes, bags, and containers.
So at least he'll be well taken care of.

OKAY.
I cried during the Kuroshitsuji II ending, being the cry baby I am. BUT IT WAS SO SAD. CLAUDE.
SEBASTIAN.
Especially Sebastian because who wants to serve that forever? It could have ended better. Like the way it was supposed to.

Alright, besides my frustration with that (CLAUDE), it was my granny's birthday today! So happy birthday to her!

Every time I go outside I run face first into a spider web.

WAIT HOLD IT. This is random and it's 11:44 PM, but in the manga of Black Butler does Sebastian say "I'm just one hell of a butler." Or "I'm merely a butler."? BECAUSE I NEED TO KNOW THIS.

And I can't find out right now because
1. I'm not at home and therefore not with my two volumes
2. If he doesn't say "I'm just one hell of a butler." I'm going to be mad and not buy any more :c
3. I really like that he says "I'm just one hell of a butler." because it's so perfect.

So, somebody with the new manga, and not a translation on the internet, please tell me.
otherwise i'm going to force dad to find it for me. and we don't want that. Well, maybe we do.

I feel so ashamed of myself right now, because I'm having to look through my blog to find out if I have the two volumes of Black Butler. And it's like, ugh. What label is this under? I didn't have the Kuroshitsuji label back then so it's a real hit and miss.
So I'm just looking under...meh, the heart thing. I'm useless.

AND SINCE THAT TAG HAS 87 POSTS UNDER IT THIS MIGHT TAKE ME A WHILE.
but i rock at skimming things.

Oh, no, no, yes I did. Way for control-F!
And finding things!
Because I really wish I would have brought them to re-read! I'm going through Kuroshitsuji withdrawal...a new episode every Tuesday that would then be subbed on Friday.
That was the life, man. And the post was Walkie Talkie Man. I'm too lazy to link it...so...go search for it or something.

I only call it Black Butler because it's the english name. Otherwise I would have been all Kuroshitsuji up in that place.

Pfft, I am so tired right now...

Okay, so now it is the 20th because I am entirely too lazy. So I am going to summarize today's events:
Keegan left, I teared up, I went to Krogers with mom and bought a square strawberry lollipop two boxes of pocky and a packet of silly bands, played rollercoaster with Janie(in which you fashion a seat belt, attach it to a swing, and bump into the wooden railing and hope to god you don't break it), and now we're watching Dancing with the Stars and I'm rooting for David Hasselhoff and The Situation because:

1. David Hasselhoff is...David Hasselhoff, man.
2. The Situation is hilarious and extremely attractive.

And yeah, I might be blind. It's a big possibility.

So now I'm done after stretching this out over two days...
Also Patrick Swayze was swoon worthy.

OKAY I'M DONE.
For today, at least.

Fight Like Sailors

2010-09-11T17:55:00.000-05:00

Okay. I haven't posted in just about forever. Realistically I haven't posted since the 2nd, and that sucks because it's the 11th.
Oh dang it's the 11th. I need to get my memorial stuff up. Uh...yeah.

A sad day for America
As rejoicing rang from hell,
Awakening a mighty giant
On the day the towers fell.

Our hearts were saddened
As we watched this vicious act unfold,
As innocence met a fiery death
And seeds of war were sowed.

Shouts rang out from the middle east
That Allah has done his good
But no god joys in faultless deaths
Through certain cowards could.

America just sort of glides along,
But don't step on her toes ...
For her belief in right and justice
Will stomp out freedom's foes.

Onto your regularly scheduled programming that does not involve fiery death and depression. Honest.

Mom ordered me the Kuroshitsuji soundtrack 3CD and it came a million days ago. Yes, I am using very large exaggerations in this post. You ask why? Because I can and I'm feeling rather uninspired.

But yes, that came. I opened it and took pictures and I was meaning to put them up here but Granny's laptop has a gigantic SD card slot and I don't want my SD card to be eaten. I like that little thing, so I'll show you the pictures once I find some way for my SD card to survive the transition.

Woke up at 11:21 AM, because I'm lazy and like to lay around for no reason. I then immediately got dressed, put make up on (because I do that sometimes), jewelry, yadda yadda.

Got a gift for Cassidy, not saying what it is because...I won't? And you know, I am absolutely terrified, yes, honest to god terrified of owls.

I hate them. They scare me. I want to cry whenever I see one.

BUT TODAY, I bought 5 things with owls on them. Four rings, and one necklace. I'm very messed up in the head indeed. But these little owls are so cute, as opposed to real life owls which are...entirely not cute.

And I got an elephant ring. It's a bit odd. It sticks up and it's not downward like usual. So it's a side view of an elephant on both sides. I also got a thumb ring, because thumbs repulse me for no good reason and I wanted to hide mine.

I got three packs of silly bands because I could and my arm is starting to itch. So itchy.

I saw Spiderman: Shattered Dimensions (or whatever) and really wanted it. But it was $59.99 and I couldn't get it. But I will. Maybe for Christmas.

I feel so monotone! Sorry guys.

I was looking for Yu-Gi-Oh cards, but I couldn't find any individual packs. It's just Yu-Gi-Oh 5D's and whatever the other one is. But I did get some card protector things. Plastic sheets you put them in to avoid getting them ripped.

My stomach growled a bit. I've only eaten one white castle, oddly enough.

OH I BOUGHT SOME HATS.

Two, actually. Like newsboy or page boy hats. I love them. They're like, my first not-fedora hats. Amazing that I would wear something other than a fedora, yes. Very amazing.

I love hats, man. It's an obsession of mine now.

I got Scooby-Doo silly bands. It's fun. And Emergency ones, like emergency vehicles and the word 'Help' and '9-11'. And then an Iron Man pack! Oh hey an exclamation mark. Hi there.

I swear, I always mess up when I put an exclamation mark. I usually make it do this~ Instead of this!

But I like it that way, I think. So sometimes I use that.

Oh! The new Kuroshitsuji II episode. It made me want to cry. Poor Alois, I love him. And Hannah was pretty cool when she wasn't a maid.

The next episode is the last one...oh dear. I want more~

See I just did it.

What is that thing called anyway? It makes me think of a flourish. Flourish~

Went to Kroger's and saw OchocincO's or however it's spelled. I want some! I love Chad.

It rained today. Random, yes, but it did rain.

Quick! What should I be for Halloween? No seriously help. Something simple I could get at a regular old Walmart or something I could put together from already existing items. I refuse to sew.

I was kind of wanting to do a candy corn witch, since I just bought tights like that.

Yes? No?

I want to go trick or treating with Janie this Halloween, so...yes. I do need help. Maybe something with a mask? I like masks. No difficult make up, because I'm lazy that way.

I've been a cat before, and two years ago on Halloween I was a...rock star of sorts. I got bit by a dog! No seriously. I did.

I was only a rock star because I was apparently wearing rock-star-ish clothing and it was either that or a gangster. Samantha did it. She did it all, since she decided I needed a costume and therefore named me a rockstar.

Or was it something else? I might have been a gangster...I can't remember.

I bled a lot that halloween. I guess that was a good ending to it. Since it is halloween.

I just don't want it to happen again.

I still have that scar from when I was bitten, too. It makes me do a double take when I put on lipstick.

In my spell check, one of the suggestions for Kuroshitsuji is Crochets.

REMIND YOU OF ANYONE?

Also what is this?

Just wondering because since when does he pick flowers, put them in his hair, and talk to canaries?

At least I am assuming that is a canary.

These Little Whispers, Love Me Love Me, That's All I Ask For

2010-09-02T14:38:00.000-05:00

YES 40.

I have been waiting for that forever. It's so crazy. I was stuck at 39 for the longest time.

I dunno, I just like numbers ending in 0. Thanks for following, guys. I hope I don't disappoint. Well I might today but lets have some forgiveness up in here.

Okay, so Cassidy came over here and we slept on the floor in the computer room. On a...palate? Of blankets and a deck chair cushion. Amazing.

So she was leaving, and I decided it would be a not bad decision to pick her up. And I pick her up, and she's taller than me you know, and I managed to carry her from the entrance of the computer room to the first tall chair in the kitchen. For carrying someone completely vertical that's pretty far.

BUT. I think I ripped something. Oh man that hurt so much. But I did it at least. Woohoo. And now I'm really tired because I didn't sleep much last night. Keegan has his own room in the back, granny and grandpa have their bedroom, and mom was sleeping on the day bed in the computer room.

Mom snores. Loudly. It got so bad I got up in the middle of the night and stuffed cottonballs in my ears. It's all lies. They don't work for someone who's snoring is louder than a helicopter.

And you know helicopters are loud.

So I didn't sleep much. And I got to mess around with Mitzi's Android phone.

That was fun. But now I've crashed and decided to be lazy and blog. That's just how I work.

And also, WE HAVE A SITUATION ON OUR HANDS.

what the why does this keep happening darn it.

Yuppp, your suckish news of the day has been delivered via Audrangelo. Have fun screaming and ripping your hair out.

My brain seriously does not want to work. Link above must be clicked on or you face my wrath.

Just gonna finish up and post this so you all can read the news section. Do it now.

They Say That Kid He's Got Soul

2010-08-31T13:41:00.001-05:00

WHAT THE-

Really. Really.

Okay, I should probably start you know, telling the story. But that really shouldn't have been as hard as it was. In principal, it should have been easy. Incredibly easy on paper. But in real life...let's just say it isn't.

SO. Right.

Grandpa was fixing the washing machine. Mom went outside. Everyone else was outside. And I hear this banging noise. So I'm like...uh...is he hammering something (why would he hammer a washing machine) or does he need actual help? So he comes up the stairs and is all: Where's your mother? And I say that she's outside. So he asks me to help so I'm like, 'kay, I'll do it. I was bored anyway.

So he had this ring of rubber pleated...circle stuff and there were these two metal shackle/clamps that he had to put over the ends of it. I 'unno. And so, we started the long arduous journey of hand bumping and not being able to see.

He had this really bright lightstick. Like a flashlight, only a cylinder...I guess. And it kept blinding me. So I came out half blind near the end.

But we tried the normal way about three times. I would either hold the rubber or the shackle, and he would try to get the rubber under the shackle or the shackle over the rubber. Then we had to keep that positioned so he could screw the screw into the hole...in the shackle.

UGH. Get your own mental image, I dunno. I don't know what it's called so go look it up.

Well, we did that. Then we tried to stick it together with duct tape. Didn't work. Then we tried a piece of string. I can't tie knots. It's very debilitating. So we dropped that idea (literally). Then we tried our last idea: just putting it back the friggin' normal way.

OH MY GOSH IT WORKED. Amazing. So we celebrated with woohoo's and yay's and stuff. And then he said it was nice but not perfect. I was going to cry if he said we had to start over. But we didn't so YES.

My life didn't ruin.

Okay, and then we put tools up, tipped the washing machine back up, stuck it against the wall, and then tried it out. Not...necessarily in that order.

So, today I learned a couple million things.

I have no idea how to tie knots and I really should learn.
I don't know how to fix washing machines.
I don't know how to fix machines in general. That takes knowledge, man. And that's not something I don't have.
While doing it I wondered how people fixed motorcycles. Because if a simple shackle and a circle of rubber caused me that much trouble, I would just die if I had to fix a motorcycle.
I need to read a book about how to fix things.
I should probably get into engineering and general fixing.
I now know what a...oh crap I forgot what it's called. Uh. Hm. I'll remember eventually.
It started with a 'p'. It's a long bendy thing that has a corkscrew on the end. They would stuff stuff into pipes and then you would use that bendy thing to pull the stuffing out, because the tubes were too thin and stuff.
I used the word stuff too many times just now.
I, amazingly, managed not to break a single nail. That takes dedication. And lots of luck.

Ta-da. I win internet points.

Or not. I just like that I know how to fix that specific part of a washing machine now. I'm also happy I didn't break a nail because that would be disastrous (no it wouldn't).

So, there's my short post of fixing things today.

Enjoy~
And someone please tell me what bendy hook is. I'm too lazy to google it.
Have mercy and pity on my poor slacker soul. I'm delicate.

Also, why is James wearing only swim trunks? Weird kid.

Remain Your Funny Valentine

2010-08-29T23:34:00.000-05:00

Ah, there's a certain person I'd like to slap right now.

In the face. Hard.

Really, terribly, painfully hard.

M'kay, done with that. Although the animosity is still there.

And really? You need to admit that you're wrong and your argument has no point or basis. Because guess what? It doesn't. I think you're just annoying and whiny.

Oh, ranting, how I love you. I don't do it very often, which surprises me. I have almost every right to, after all.

But I guess I don't want to depress you all. How terrible that would be. You might start hating me or something.

I've decided to make this a shorter, more topic-oriented post (yeah right, let's see if I can do that at 11:40 PM). And the topic today is...uh. I'll figure it out. Hold on a second. Oh. I can't actually think of anything? THIS IS BAD. I told you, my rational brain won't work at 11:42 PM. Okay, okay. Think. I can do this (maybe). I guess I can talk about...whatever I think of. New line starting in three...two...one.

Babies are gross. Sorry, but they are. They come into the world covered in...I don't even know. Ectoplasm? And then they drool and stuff everything they can find in their mouths. I hate drool. I hate baby drool. I hate toddler drool. It makes me quiver with fear and disgust.

That's just the way I am. I try not to hold Avery or Janie's hands because I see them stick those things in their mouths. And it disgusts me and makes me wash my hands fifteen times.

I don't have OCD and I may or may not be coming close to being a darn it what is that word. Not hypochondriac...the excessive hand washing and germaphobe thank you. I may or not be coming close to being a germaphobe. Is that not a word? I think it is.

Okay enough of that subject. I can't concentrate on things long enough to write more than a few paragraphs. See why I'm the worst blogger ever? Yeah, you so do.

I had a subject. But I forgot it. Can you say 'failure' hard enough? I feel so monotone. Am I being monotone? I've been being Claude so if I do that's probably the reason. And Claude never, ever uses exclamation marks. EVER. It's an unspoken rule. Fun fact: I'm the only Claude cosplayer on Subeta at the moment. What an achievement. And everyone hates him now. I kind of do too...sort of awkward.

OH I COULD CRY. Bad Claude, bad. If you don't understand...

Take a good, long look at his hand. See anything...familiar? Yeah. Yeah.

And if you still can't figure it out, which is pretty unlikely, let's play guess the sound effect!

Okay, what sound comes next after this picture?

CRACK. No, really. It's a 'crack'. Can you guess what that crack is? I'm asking. Oh yeah, that's this:

No wait, if you don't get it you don't deserve to know.

I'm intentionally being vague, here. Oh, just thinking of it makes me want to weep.

Oh, why must you do such things Claude? He was being nice for once, and you had to go and ruin it. Also, you had to smile and scare me. But mainly it was the ruining! I feel like putting a few more pictures up and complaining about them. I think I will. OH HEY! I found my subject!

I forget what Claude was saying, but Alois does not look happy that he's...lecturing him? No seriously, I can't remember.

His blood turns roses purple. MAGIC.

Every time Claude smiles, something bad is sure to follow.

Tssk Tssk. What kind of butler is he if he drips on the floor? (Just got finished fighting with Sebastian. In water.)

I don't know why but this picture makes me hilariously happy every time I see it. He's fighting with Sebastian (again).

Trouble. You're in it. I wish my glasses did that shiny thing.

Just got slapped in the face by Alois. He deserved it.

LOOK AT HOW POINTY HIS CHIN IS. Also his eyebrows, but they aren't half as interesting. I don't know why the first thing I noticed was that his jaw was too thin, but it was.

Sebastian...will you accept this rose? (not like he has a choice since it's being thrown at him.)

Cheer up, emo butler.

OH WHO COULD THIS BE? HE'S ALMOST AS GOOD AT DISGUISES AS SEBASTIAN.

Oh, it's just Claude and his super long tongue. My bad. (And yes, that is his tongue.)

The infamous glasses scene. (Also known as: holy crap this guy is awesome.)

And I'll end it on this disturbing note:

CLAUDE'S TONGUE.

God, I'm sure tongues don't bend or look like that. I may have nightmares. Somebody hold me.

And I am going to get so many image redirects here. If you look at these pictures, anybody, please read the whole thing! Or at least comment and thank me for all the Claude pictures being in one place.

Well, I'm done fangirling and also I'm done with this post.

S C A N D To The A, To The L O U S

2010-08-28T11:13:00.002-05:00

I got married in a whirlwind last night.

It started at 11:00 PM and ended at about 1:30 AM.

Spock was going to be our ring bearer but he got there not five seconds after we said "I do."

And William the Shinigami was our priest. The Undertaker and Drocell were witnesses, and Grell was our impromptu ring bearer.

If you can't tell by that eclectic cast of characters, I got married on Subeta as Claude.

Claude married Ciel, which is crack if I ever saw one, and Ciel married Sebastian too (monogamy doesn't exist) to keep him from sitting under a bridge and playing a harmonica.

My Claude asked Alois to marry him too and Alois said yes so I guess I'm having a second wedding too.

So I got married in a triangle wedding. Here's what the priest said:

Dearly beloved, we are gathered here today to join in holy matrimony these...three...people. Now then, do you, Ciel Phantomhive take Claude Faustus and Sebastian Michealis to be your lawfully wedded...husbands?

(Ciel says "I do.")

And do you, Claude Faustus and Sebastian Michealis take Ciel Phantomhive to be your lawfully wedded...wife?

(We both say "I do.")

Then by the power invested in my by the holy country of Great Britain, I know pronounce you men and wife. You may now kiss the bride.

Pff. Yeah, I totally got married. I actually told dad, which was hilarious.

So that's how it went. And soon I'll be married to Alois too. And the Undertaker feels left out because Drocell and William are getting married eventually, I think. Drocell mistakenly picked up Ciel's bouquet.

SO WRONG YET SO RIGHT.

Gah, that was the funnest thing I've ever done. Wedding pictures? Of course I have them.

Going from left to right, Claude Faustus, Ciel Phantomhive, Spock, and the Undertaker. Ciel couldn't find a dress...and so that was worn.

Yeah...we do crazy stuff. Alois and I are getting married on Friday! The actual day, friday.

Feel free to shake your head and complain about kids these days. I'll wait.

Okay, done.

I have never:

Been stung by a bee.
Gotten a nose bleed.
Had a black eye.
Climbed a tree without having a minor panic attack.

And I am afraid of:

Falling
Spiders
People in the dark (Faces. My face in the mirror...my imagination goes crazy and I see creepy things.)
Bugs
Bumblebees
Every insect known to man
And every spider
And mostly, I'm afraid of everything.

EVERYTHING. Well, close to everything. There are lots of things I'm not scared of, and I'm not scared of heights. I'm afraid of falling off of heights. That scares me. The idea of plummeting down onto the ground whether it's three feet below me or three thousand feet below me.

I gave Cassidy a massage, and she said it was good that I was going to be a massage therapist because I'm pretty good already. I'm so proud! She had practice yesterday and she was tense, and I gave her a back massage. I started at her feet but she asked me why so I moved up to her back.

Yay for actually being good at my future profession! Now I just need to actually, you know, have a clue of what I'm doing. I guess it could be natural talent?

And yes, I want to be a massage therapist. All those times I said it I wasn't joking. I am serious as...uh...yeah. I'm just serious.

Hm. What has happened...let's see:
I'm tired.
I went outside with Janie like five minutes after I woke up. I don't think I'm fully awake yet.
I...wrote something?
I'm bored.
And my eyes burn.

And I'm listening to Stay Positive by...The Hold Steady? It's pretty good actually.

Yeah. Catchy.

My favorite song at the moment is Hey You There by Soulja Boy. Yes yes, you don't like rap or you don't like Soulja boy, I don't really like him either.

But that song makes me crack up.

LAUGH AT IT. I do.

And I find it funny that on my post Filthy Mouth, No Excuse, Find A New Place To Hang This Noose I started out with Aliens and then went to bodybuilders and ended with owls. But I did finish it in three different days, so on day one I was occupied by aliens, day two I was whining about body builders, and day three I was freaked out about owls.

I. hate. owls. They scare me to death. They are the creepiest little things. Their necks! Their faces! The way they stare at you! And also, this GIF:

HOW FRIGHTENING. The one is trying to engulf a mouse, the one next to it is chittering, and yes chittering is not a word, and then those other two are...I don't even know what they're doing.

BUT I DO KNOW IT SCARES ME. And yes, I am purposely scaring myself so I can show you this. Are you feeling loved yet?

THE FOLLOWING IS VERY IMPORTANT AND DOES NOT PERTAIN TO OWLS:

So I was thinking, and I do that a lot, that maybe I'd like to change the name of my blog. Yes. I have some ideas but it isn't concrete yet. Comment me and tell me which one you like:

Sunflower Patch ('cause I love sunflowers)
Maple Tree Hill
Sarcastic Town
Plausible Existence
Tart in a Sweet Way
A. Stevens
Stevenski
Thirteen Sunflowers
Seven Sunny Days
Seven Sunflowers
Owls and why I fear them

13 because I like the number, 7 because it's my lucky number, and yeah. Just tell me which ones you like, 'kay?
edited to say: I don't really want to change my blog name, but still tell me which one you like best.

NOW BACK TO OWLS.

They eat cats! They eat mice! They eat small things! I bet they would eat a tiny human baby! They can turn their heads around like in The Exorcist! They can peck your eyes out!

And they are just generally all around scary as heck.

...I think I'm off of owls now.

'Kay, so now it's...Thursday, and I went to Borders! YES I AM SO HAPPY.

I've been wanting to go for...a month or two? And I finally did. I only bought manga, but that's okay because I have like 15 books still needing to be read:

Full Metal Alchemist 1, 2, & 3
Fruits Basket 3

Hm. I watched the first season of FMA, then Conqueror of Shamballa, and now I'm in the process of watching FMA: Brotherhood. I'm on episode 47 or something? I'm very lazy.

Scar is my favorite character. His hair makes him who he is.

No really, I like all of him. His back story, his personality, his hair, his general all around awesomeness. My next favorite is Greed, because really how can you not like him? My favorite homunculus who isn't Greed is Envy, I love him. Although Envy has been declared genderless ("I forget my original form"), I'll always think of him as a he. Because I can't really imagine him as a woman.

But gosh, is the story confusing. I don't get the whole Hohenheim - Father thing. WHO IS FATHER? Who is Hohenheim? I know he was...nah. I won't spoiler.

But it confuses me. It confuses me terribly. The whole show confuses me and Pride scares me to death. He's just there! And it was so...gosh.

I like Wrath. Am I supposed to hate him because I'm not getting that vibe.

But the first anime? WORST EVER. It...was just...what the heck are you guys doing? Really? I've never read the manga (doin' it now) but now that I'm watching Brotherhood...it's seriously freaking me out. I don't care about spoilers because the first one sucked anyway.

SO:

Envy was...Hohenheim's son. Hohenheim was...I don't even know anymore.

And I liked the first Wrath. He was cute. But he was too cute. Not very evil. He's a homunculus! He can't be...nice. I don't know. I JUST DON'T KNOW ABOUT THIS STUFF ANYMORE. It confuses me to no end.

And the first Sloth. Or is it the second Sloth, considering the manga, and then the manga-correct version in the anime would be the third Sloth?

Well whatever. First Sloth was, I think, the homunculus Ed and Al accidentally made. I THINK.

You know what? I should probably just stop because I seriously can't remember. It was like two or three years ago I watched all 51 episodes! How am I to remember that? Pfft.

Ugh. That first one was such a weird series.

I can't even remember who Dante was. I can't picture the face. And poor Gluttony...and yes I am reading the plot. I can't remember, swear!

The new one makes much for sense and I am left with a calming feeling instead of a "WHAT JUST HAPPENED OH GOD REALLY?" although I have done that quite a lot. Especially when Pride came out...so scary. And when Hughes died. Oh come on, everybody knows he dies. He's died like three times in all media. I loved him and I cried when I watched his funeral. His poor poor daughter. I loved him so much!

But anyway, FMA made me think a lot. What is 'good'? What is 'evil'? Everything makes you think. Should he sacrifice all this for one thing? Should he get his body back? Should he really be doing this at all?

It's pretty crazy.

NO GLUTTONY DON'T OPEN YOUR BELLY THAT'S GROSS.

hmph.

well it is gross.

This post has been derailed so much it might as well not have a point.

Do you guys get annoyed at my walls of text and the fact that you're reading 1k + words every post? Shall I shorten them?

Oh well.

I'm done even though I have a whole heck of a lot more to say. New post in the morning maybe.

AND AN UPDATE ON MY MARRIAGES:

I'm now also married to Alois. Me and Sebastian missed our wedding. So now I don't know when that is taking place.

And also, Subeta is hilariously fun so why don't you sign up? It's free, yadda yadda. It's a petsite that's 100% better than neopets and you have an avatar, shown at the top, and there are more than...5,000 clothing items.

Click on the following if you're interested! Please try it out, even for a few minutes.

Oh My, Feels Just Like I Don't Try, Looks So Good I Might Die, All I Know Is Everybody Loves Me

2010-08-20T18:53:00.006-05:00

I'll start this off with this:

CLAUDE WHAT DID YOU DO.

And that's it.

You won't get it.

Okay, onto our regularly scheduled programming:

First, I have a ~~horror~~ story to tell you about Batavia Township but I have to upload two pictures before I can do that. Because it revolves around one of them.

Second, I probably had a second point but I forget now.

Third, Reita thinks I'm sweet (an internet friend). I've never been called sweet before. I like that.

Fourth, I suck at naming superheroes. Yes, I'm talking to you Brother Bear and you too, Foxfire. HELP ME PLEASE. Brother Bear has super strength and can go through walls (or otherwise solid things) but not by, you know, breaking them. Foxfire is your basic mind reader who can move things around with a flick of the wrist. And and, they're married. So just give me something before I go crazy. It's not like they're even that important in the story. But it's driving me positively (rather, negatively) insane.

Fifth, I forgot.

Sixth, lists are boring and it's time for...PARAGRAPHS.

Okay, Judy thinks the world is going to end. Judy is an ~~insane~~ ~~bipolar~~ ~~hormonally~~ ~~imbalanced~~ lady who Granny has been talking to for about eight years. And she has proclaimed herself 'computer illiterate'. And she's a teacher. She doesn't even know how to check the news or open the internet or look at her email.

And she's a teacher. In a school. Sort of sad. And annoying.

Okay, also she used to/still goes to my ex(church) and a long long time ago (I can still remember how that music used to make me smile. And I knew if I had my chance that I could make those people dance and, maybe, they’d be happy for a while.) I gave her a hug when she was crying in the kitchen and I had to give her a hug everyday after that. EVERYDAY.

Also Batavia Township is scary as all get out so don't go there ever or they'll eat you or something.

I'm sorry but I never ever want to go there again or I might pee my pants because seriously what is going on over there. WHAT IS GOING ON.

Ignore me. I just really hate that place right now. And I probably will forever.

Uh okay that's done. I accidentally unplugged Granny's laptop so everything I wrote from ex(church) had to be rewritten. So that happened. Yeah.

So I can't write twins interacting with their non-twin younger brother. I can barely write the twins interacting with each other. Or really I just can't write brotherly relationships at all. Or siblings. Maybe because I'm an only child and don't know anything at all? That's probably it. I can always just make things up and hope it goes well from there.

I asked mom to draw me a picture of the twins. She uh, they turned out to look like aliens. I don't even know what happened to them but it was just weird. I guess it's hard to draw two things that look exactly alike. Mom's a good artist. Yep. I can do stick figures.

I have been thinking about hot pants for weeks. They're just stuck in the back of my mind. Mainly because of this:

STOP THAT ALOIS. It's weird. Your hot pants are distracting and I can't take you seriously, not that I ever really take you seriously anyway. But yes.

That's why I can't stop thinking about hot pants. Alois Trancy, everyone.

I HAD SOMETHING I WAS NEEDING TO SAY. That didn't look very grammatically correct...I doubt it was.

I can't remember though. My memory is failing me.

I'm getting old. Oh god! The horror! I'm getting old! Can we do a quick Dorian Gray thing please? Somebody paint me a portrait so I can go make a deal with the devil and kill lots of people!

Uh, I'm not serious about that okay so don't misunderstand.

NO MISUNDERSTANDING ALLOWED IN THIS AREA OF CAPSLOCK.

I didn't actually have my capslock on. I don't usually, I just HOLD SHIFT until I'm done. It's not very fluid if I press a button before and after.

I thrive on fluidity.

And that's a word? It is.

I seriously can't remember what I was going to say. This. is. annoying. Also my ribs are really defined. I like poking my ribs. It helps me remember that I have them.

OH GOD I JUST SAW SLENDER MAN MY LIFE IS COMING TO AN END.

No I didn't, silly. Although I try to make myself see Slenderman, because you could consider me a fangirl of his. He's not terrifying at all, he's cute. And faceless. And cute. And bald. AND AWESOME. Have a slendy picture that I bet everyone has seen by now:

BUT FIRST A WARNING: The following might make you afraid of trees. Also, maybe you'll jump a bit.

Mhh. There was another one I wanted to show you guys but I can't find it so...yes.

But all he wants is twenny-dollas! Or a hug! Or a kid! Or maybe he seriously just wants to kill you. I don't know, how am I supposed to explain a fictional (well he only exists if you think about him) character to you?

An elevator ride with...Satan? What kind of a movie...nah never mind.

Oh guys! I remember now! Ali got a bath. Durh.

Granny keeps getting called by a number. And they keeping hanging up. Is this the Twilight Zone? Has this always been the Twilight Zone? I miss the days when you could just say: "Hey! I watched Twilight last night." and people would know you were talking about the Twilight Zone.

Oh sorry my hair distracted me. It's on the sides of my face and I can't see. It's long now. Down past my shoulders a few inches and there I go with things that are in the wrong order gah.

But my hair is hindering my side view. I forget what that's called.

Okay. Can I be done now? I want to be done now.

BUT YOU BETTER EXPECT MY POST ABOUT BATAVIA.

I'll do it in a few weeks and I made so many mistakes on this I don't even know.

ALSO YOU BETTER NOT EAT ANY EGGS.
You might die. And I love you guys, and I don't want you to die.

HOLY CRAP. what the. I was just looking for a different, more subtle slendy picture. And I...I scared myself. Look at this. LOOK AT THIS. I almost cried.

WHY OH WHY DID I HAVE TO LOOK AT THAT AND ACTUALLY LOOK HARD AND THEN GET READY TO DECLARE DEFEAT AND THEN SEE HIM OH gosh.

I'm going to go hide in a corner now.

gahwhatiswiththatseriously.

(I didn't replace the first slendy picture by the way)

EDIT at 9:00 PM.

I forgot to show you this...I was meaning to. And that is hot pants boy I mentioned before. And this is a hilarious AMV that I did not make.

Filthy Mouth, No Excuse, Find A New Place To Hang This Noose

2010-08-15T02:15:00.069-05:00

You know I've always wondered how people can get hanged.

Or hung.

Because that pole. What if you were obese or something? What if you broke the pole?

And yes, this does concern me and recently I can't stop thinking about it.

It's weird.

But that's a-okay with me.

So I learned that Teddy, James's dog over at Granny and Grandpa's, got electrocuted and died.

AND DIED.

It's like, what the. When did this even freaking happen.

She bit into a live wire (YES TEDDY IS A GIRL DESPITE THE FACT THAT GRANNY SAYS SHE IS A HE) and got electrocuted. And...died.

Weird.

A million years ago (no really, maybe a month ago) we were coming home from something and this neighbour boy is out riding his bike.

He wasn't wearing a helmet and when he rode up into his yard to get out of our way the light hit his hair in just the right way that he looked like an alien. From Alien Nation.

wassup mandy patinkin

Like. That. AND I WAS SCARED OUT OF MY MIND. I literally gasped and tried to hide myself. I mean, I like me some aliens too, but...what.

It frightened me. It was just so random.

Turns out he just has really short, really blond hair.

Yeah.

There was a giant thunderstorm today.

Now it's yellow outside.

Kind of nice actually.

Keegan's leaving for Cancun tomorrow at 4:30 AM.

A-freaking-M.

He'll be half dead by then.

But yeah, he's going to Cancun, Mexico. Or wherever Cancun is.

I have never been outside of Ohio.

Unless you count the fact I was born in Chicago, Illinois.

But I was less than one so does it count?

And it's just a state hop.

And it's a boring place anyway.

I guess.

Dude it is seriously yellow.

And lime green.

I am still wearing my pyjamas.

My extremely low cut pyjamas.

I don't even care. I have been so lazy today.

How do you spell pyjamas because I think I'm spelling it wrong. Pajamas? Pyjamas?

PIGJAMAS?

oh whatever.

I uh, have done nothing today.

i brought prickles inside so he wouldn't wither in a torrent of rain.

So he's inside for now.

And granny and grandpa have this cactus of Tony's downstairs and it's like a million years old and it's mutated.

IT HAS FOUR HEADS.

it grew four heads.

But whatever.

OKAY TO BRING THIS TO YOUR ATTENTION:

I have like five billion blogs, and I want you to check them out.

Sometimes I Kill People - A story about a boy who may or may not kill people?

Little Black Book - My writing blog. It sort of sucks.

Wherein Jayden... - A story that actually has a lot more chapters and I need to update it soon.

And that's it.

If you're wondering, yes, I am most comfortable with first person writing. I'm really bad at setting the scene in third person and it generally goes like this:

Ada struggled to stand, placing a hand firmly on the wall and the other on the ground. He pushed himself up, leaning against the brick for support. Was this what Lazirus had felt like so long ago?

“This is disorienting. What did you do to me? Why are you bipolar? Are you really a fallen angel? And why, oh why, do you like my name oh so very much?” Ada asked. This confused him. Razel had killed him, brought him back to life, become fascinated by his name, and had beckoned him to follow him in wherever his destination was.

And what was that about a book, and why was it hiding in the deepest shadows of his memory?

Did this ever happen at all? Was he crazy?

Reading that now it doesn't actually suck so much.

But it still does.

And is that how you spell Lazirus? I never read that part of the bible (nor have I gotten past the first section).

AND OH HEY GUYS.

1: I think my blog has gone really down hill these past few days. Am I doing terribly?

and

2: It's now 1:04. Keegan and Cassidy have decided to stay up and sleep on the plane.

Nice.

Keegan is playing my Madden 0...10 or whatever.

I never have played that. I think I tried. But I failed.

And I failed hard.

Oh, football. So confusing you are!

I want a lacrosse game. That I can understand.

And soccer. I like soccer and lacrosse.

I used to detest baseball, but it's pretty amusing.

Guess which sport comes in last? That's you, football.

Hmph.

So I guess I'm staying up until four am to see them off.

This rocks hard.

Oh, just ignore me. Why do I have so many one liners? Honestly, it's because that's the style I'm using on Little Black Book. A new line every dialogue box. So everytime someone talks, like this:

"So what you're saying is that football is similar to soccer because of the name?" Johan asked, perplexed by Aaron's apparent lack of brain cells.

"Yeah. Because we had to have based our football off of their football! So it has to be similar." Aaron reasoned.

"Uh. No. have you ever watched either?"

"Well no, but does that matter?" Aaron lifted an eyebrow.

"Yeah. It really does matter." Johan said. Aaron was so exasperating sometimes.

Do I win internets? No? Okay.

But there's an example, and now I'm stuck doing

this all the time

because it's the way I've made

myself used to.

Only in complete lines and not fragmented to look like bad poetry.

So, that's why I seem to be writing horribly.

So don't come at me with pitchforks or anything.

And Keegan fumbled. And his guy is so easy to knock down right now. He just started and he keeps getting tackled in less than a second.

This post started at seven pm and now it's one AM.

What exactly is wrong with me and why is this happening?

I guess I just lose my train of thought sometimes. And then have to continue it at one in the morning, apparently.

La-la-la.

I'm bored and don't want to stop writing this blog post.

It's my sanctuary, my safe haven. My well-lit room.

If you've played Alan Wake, you understand. If you haven't, you may still understand.

But whatever, I need to stop. If I really want I can just...edit it.

Nah I'm just gonna keep going until something noteworthy happens.

Or they leave.

Well now it's 2:12 AM and Cassidy has officially conked out on us. Mom will be going to bed soon, so I'm taking on the duty of staying up with Keegan until four.

Woo.

We did a two day all nighter once. Didn't sleep a wink. And then we slept for hours after we got done. Keegan said he was getting tired one time, so I jokingly told him to go pour a bottle of water on his head.

He went outside.

And he stood in the grass.

And he poured it on his head.

And I pointed and laughed and said, "I can't believe you actually did that!" for hours.

I still can't believe he actually did that.

And it was ice cold water, from the refrigerator.

And then me and Cassidy one day ran laps from backyard to front yard to stay awake, which only made us more tired, as you can imagine.

I'm an expert at staying awake. I know all the tricks of the trade.

But the hard thing for me is going to sleep.

I don't know all the tricks of the trade for that. At all.

It's the only hard thing for me to do.

This has probably turned out novel length. From 7 PM to 2 AM I've been randomly dropping by and whipping up words, but now I'm concerned on how much I've written. The scroll bar is itty-bitty.

This is terrible. I'm sorry if your eyes melt out of your skull now.

I'm feeling pretty mellow, alright with the world, not tired. Itchy.

I had this one thing on my neck, sort of looked like the shape of a hickey but not and it wasn't all bruisey (dude i suck. i have never seen a hickey before so i had to google it. feel free to laugh at me) like they are.

And it itched a whole lot.

Still does, sort of a phantom itch. It's a scar now (what is going on) and it's pretty noticeable I guess.

Gosh hickey's are actually pretty creepy. It's a gigantic bruise on your body part of choice.

Not. Romantic. At. All.

If I ever date you, never give me a hickey. I'll punch you in the face.

No hickey's for me, no siree.

Is that how you spell that? It looks like I mispelled 'sire'.

Man.

I'm starting to feel jittery. Hyper. The signs of being way too tired.

But I'm invincible, an impenetrable force that sleep cannot pierce!

Meh. I'll be sleeping when they get to the airport.

maybe sooner but shh.

I'm reading superstitions and one is that if someone sweeps a broom over your feet while sleeping you will never get married.

I'm doomed. That has happened so often I can't even remember all the times.

Clumsy clumsy me. I have no sense of balance half the time.

And apparently people walk on my grave often. Well not often, maybe one every two or five days.

Two or five. Huh.

Also for the dandelion blowing, I am going to have a billion kids.

Gosh.

And I always wear new clothes on easter, a new dress.

Or a new something.

And I need to find a crossroads. I can get rid of my never ending supply of sty's that way.

And my nose itches often and no fools have ever kissed me.

I've never killed a lady bug, but that's only because I've never dared get close to them. I'd rather kiss a praying mantis and have it eat my head than touch a ladybug.

They scare me.

I hate them.

And I don't say "God bless you" when someone sneezes.

I say "Blesh you." Blesh is what a sneeze sounds like.

Not bless.

And I'm not saying bless in baby talk, anyone who's wondering.

And I do suppose I may lie a lot, since I bite my tongue a lot while I eat.

If I die, since most of these superstitions say I will die, here are my last wishes:

I wish for my funeral/visitation to be on a monday.

I do not want any church to take part in it, that means you, grace baptist.

I want to be dressed entirely in yellow - that means open casket, no burning.

Ooh, I want to be mummified. Yeah, do that.

I want sunflowers instead of any other flower, sunflowers are my favorite.

It has to be a sunny day, rainy is a no-no.

I want my most valuable possessions buried with me ('cause I'm selfish that way).

PEOPLE WILL NOT WEAR BLACK. It will be yellow, everyone must wear yellow. Yellow suits, yellow dresses.

Have you noticed my favorite color is yellow?

And I'll come up with other stuff later.

Don't cremate me! And I won't be an organ donor (no. no. no.). And I don't donate my body to science!

Uh. Mom went to bed, me and Keegan are the only ones officially awake now. Even Ali is sleeping.

It's 2:55, almost three.

ONE MORE HOUR?

yeah.

Here's the site I was reading: supastitionsss

My body only just realized how tired it really is.

I'm going to pass out.

Is Sweden is being destroyed?

No, ATS, no, it isn't.

I'm multi-tasking.

I had something to say. But I forgot.

SHE LIVES.

oh wait no she doesn't she just changed positions.

oh. well.

That's Cassidy I'm talking about, happily sleeping away.

OMG it's back.

Is it really, then? I hadn't known.

Demonic attack or lucid nightmares?

I vote demons. So pesky.

Hearing voices/TV is on in another room, even though no one is home?

They're heeeeeeeeere.

Have you seen this man?

No. I really haven't.

Kind of looks like Pee-Wee Herman or whoever.

Who's edgay cayce? WHAT IS AN EDGAY CAYCE.

I'm reading Above Top Secret right now, if you didn't know.

Skimming and berating.

My night job.

The psychic powers of Emanuel Swedenborg

These names are getting ridiculous.

Pink oujia board? Nice self expression.

How do you get wee-gee out of oujia anyway?

Always confuses me.

Old House Haunts Me

Move then.

I mean, all the people with haunted houses need to just move away. It's not that hard.

Tom Brady got a career ending injury, fractured vertabrae. Keegan's happy.

This is Madden Tom Brady.

Keegan despises him.

Strange things in the sky? or just messing up your eyes???

Stop staring at the sun, idiot.

Aliens are out there... and we need to stop trying to talk to them

Okay. Odds are they just want to eat us.

How to Stop Alien Abductions

Stop going into cornfields at night.

Aliens Do Not Exist!

I'm okay with that.

Are there ETs walking among us?

Yeah, why not? I'm pretty sure Mark is one.

Aliens wrote the Quran? ... Proof it wasn't written by Humans..

I knew there was something off about that thing.

Has anyone figured out why some ghost sightings has no legs

Stop being mean to the amputee ghosts. They have feelings too.

Did Iceland's God of thunder, THOR, Make an appearance in the volcano?

Why would Thor be in a volcano? I vote no.

Hypnagogic is my new favorite word, whatever it means.

Lady with flames for hair?

Elaborate circus act or maybe you're on something. LSD maybe?

Keegan what are you doing. I don't even understand how you can do that. It looks uncomfortable.

Oh, have an itch? That's cool.

Yeah this is in real time. Writing as it happens.

Are...we watching an infomercial?

WE ARE. maxclarity.

just. a. little. longer.

forensic files now.

that's cool.

attack by 5-horned demon in sleep (help needed)

if you were asleep...? how do you even know that.

I'm tempted to just go asdfgjkd all night and not actually form sentences but, you know, duty calls.

Should I bold the threads from ATS so you don't get me mixed up with them?

I will from now on.

How to kill a Shadow being (or more than 1)

I unno. Get a flash light? Get rid of the shadows?

meh no I won't.

ugh.

I'm tired. And my tongue hurts. It has a sore on it. On the side. And it is scraping against my teeth.

Butt's sweatshirt. No, it's actually Buck.

OH WAIT BUCK?

Far right.

Yeah. I'm crazy to even remember that I was going on about Alien Nation in the first place. That was what? A thousand words ago? Maybe longer.

It's hard to hate Ahpossno. At first he was so nice, then he was so mean, but then he was so nice.

and nice.

and nice.

Wait, are these people Tenctonese or Tectonese? I keep reading both.

He made only one purchase, dog biscuits.

You know you're tired when you have to use spell check to spell biscuit.

I was so bad at that, gosh.

Now it's 3:47 AM.

We're getting there.

I guess Keegan is taking a shower.

My eyes burn.

God save the queen?

God save me from toppling off the couch.

I'll finish this in the morning.

Goodbye until 5 PM.

Okay, hey guys. Now it's 2:53 PM, way earlier than I said.

So a brief summary:

Keegan took a shower at 4:00 AM precisely. Cassidy woke up. Cassidy changed clothes.

We watched an infomercial. After that went off we watched an infomercial for Ab Circle Pro or whatever.

It frightened me.

And then they left.

At 4:40.

Steve was late.

Usually is.

But back to Ab Circle Pro.

I usually like body builders, much to my mom's chagrin, and I'll give you an example of what doesn't bother me:

Mom would be freaking out because of his veins on his arms. Call me crazy, but I kind of like seeing the veins.

But the thing I don't like are those guys who have shells.

Or look like bugs.

And I don't like when their thighs are 90% bigger than mine. WHAT IS THAT. But my least, least favorite thing?

Those bulbous muscles behind the armpits. I don't even know basic muscle anatomy (I have to get on that. I can't be a massage therapist if I don't know what to call a certain muscle), so somebody tell me what that is.

It's easily seen here:

God, those are actually his armpits. But what is that muscle called and why does it go so far out because it disturbs me?

Uh, yeah. That's it.

I'm also actually wearing clothes now.

Not pyjama/pajamas.

I stopped being lazy, what can I say?

And in all likelihood this is my longest post ever and because of that I'm refusing to spell check it, to keep the reality of the fact that I wrote a majority of it from 1 AM to 4 AM.

I'm going to go whine about how unfair my life is and the fact that I stayed up until four. Even though it's my fault.

That's just the way I roll.

I tried to input the text of this into google docs to see the length.

And it locked up. Does that mean it's too much?

OH GOSH.

It said 3,000 something.

So...be happy you just read 3,000 words in one go while I had to write for two days and a couple hours.

To be exact, not counting anything below 'That's just the way I roll." it's:

3,055 words.

If I can write 3,000 non-fiction words why can't I write 3,000 fiction words?

Creative slump.

Sucks.

Oh and I just read it over, and when I said 'butt's sweatshirt' I was quoting forensic files. Though they said Buck. It sounded like butt.

There is so much stuff I need to explain so you don't take it wrong but I seriously can't edit three thousand words in less than an hour.

I'm done now.

I HATE OWLS.

for the record.

Oh, edit!

3:29:

I just remembered something. When Cassidy came over last night she was showing us her 8 pairs of swimsuits.

I said the tops wouldn't fit me.

her exact words, included stress were: "Well yeah, I know they wouldn't fit you."

HAH.

And not in the too small way.

I think you know where I'm going with this.

EDIT AT: 4:53 PM.

I discovered the best snack ever.

Get a Lay's potato chip, get a leaf of Spinach (just a bit smaller than the chip) put it on the chip. Eat it.

Bliss.

I love spinach.

Hey! Teachers! Leave Them Kids Alone!

2010-08-14T01:08:00.000-05:00

It's 1:32 AM and I'm strangely not bothered by that fact.

Nor am I tired, which is also strange.

It must have something to do with the fact that this morning I left in a whirlwind of having no rational thought processes and went to granny and grandpa's.

heeeyyyy guys.

So now I'm sitting here on the couch with Ali and Keegan's on his laptop and I'm on Granny's new one (windows 7, dell, webcam, awesomesauce). Mom is sitting in Grandpa's chair and we're watching Criminal Minds and I'm saying 'WHAT THE HECK' every five minutes.

Soooo, I took a shower. I put make up on. I left. I tried not to fall asleep and also tried to stay interested in a book. I managed to stay awake. And now I am feeling invincible!

And hyper. Really, extraordinarily hyper.

It's pretty great, actually.

Lessee, I haven't done anything else besides loiter and gloat over the fact that Prickles is now longer. And uh...bigger? And longer. And my train of thought is so screwed up right now just ignore me if I ramble.

This computer is the coolest thing ever.

OH MY GOD PAINT LOOKS AWESOME.

Yeaaahhhh.

No I am not high, why do you ask? High-ness seems pretty over rated, I mean, if I get what these people are talking about you can just huff.

Like, you know, hyperventilate without passing out.

On my DS I used to have to blow on something, I think it had to do with making a fire, and I would always get really light headed and awesome after it.

I don't feel like that now, of course, I just feel like I never need to sleep ever.

Man I feel crazy. It seems so weird to be posting at almost 2' AM but I'm bored and you need to know this stuff.

Tatatatata. Okay, so hey.

I managed to get my creative skills a' crankin' today, and I whipped up this weird piece about a boy who finds an empty little black book that makes things come to life when he writes them and then a fallen angel messes around with him and it all takes place on a street corner while he's writing in a grungy notebook about this because he's pretty sure he's going to die.

I'm not sure yet if he does, it's pretty ambiguous.

Did I spell that right?

who cares it's one am nobody cares.

Haha, I haven't stayed up this late since Tremors.

I watched that yesterday or the day before and it ended at 2:30 AM and I was angsting about but then I decided to just suck it up and be a manly girl and stay up, gosh darn the consequences (such as waking up at 8:00 AM and feeling like hell froze over).

And yeah. That happened too.

I haven't even hooked up my X-Box yet and I've been here most of the day.

Ugh.

I gotta go do that later.

Because really, who doesn't love to procrastinate?

I probably sound so horribly wacky I don't even know man.

Keegan got an iPhone. And a new laptop (no more alienware for him). He's going to college eventually.

THIS IS NOT FAIR OKAY.

I'm wayy young and Keegan's an adult now. When did this happen? And he still acts like he's fifteen. He plays WoW religiously. He's still a kid. okay not religiously. he has a level 71 troll or somesuch. it's a pink floyd band member i think. or... yeah i don't know. led zeppelin? drums or something. don't ask me.

He's way too young to be an adult.

This needs to count for mental age too!

I wrote a really sucky poem earlier today.

It was supposed to suck, too, because it was for a character meme and apparently none of them are very creative (not even the muse, I mean seriously?)

it's this:
Yellow flowers shine side by side with honeydew blossoms,
the cool summer spring blowing them in the wind on the sill,
the suns outstretching rays reaching desperately at them,
only to fall short and make them thrive.

That's not even free verse, man. Plus, the second line should have a period after it instead of a whatever you call this , and yeah. But it was supposed to be terrible, so that makes me happier.

You can read the full meme here (and it may or may not be at least a tad amusing?): 3 Character Meme

It's got Damien Marie! And Anshar! And Betelzen!

And that's beetle-zen, by the way.

Makes me think of beetlejuice all the time.

Keegan just had a foot cramp and, by his words, his 'big toe and the toe next to it were unbelievably spaced out.' and he was 'like AUGH'.

Yeah. We have good times.

And foot cramps.

Keegan has oddly long toes, but since feet sort of entrance me (in the bad way, so creepy i can't help but study them) hold up is that how you spell it cause I dunno.

But his toes are really long, but probably actually a normal length.

But it's 2 AM SO WHAT DO I KNOW ANYWAY?

I'm just waiting for the crash now.

I can't be this hyper, seriously. What is going on?

IT'S THE TWILIGHT ZONE. My favorite episode is the one with the slot machine.

Gambling madness.

Another one I like is where the group of people are trapped in a cylinder and they think it's hell.

BUT NO WAIT: it's a trash/donation can and they're all TOYS.

haha what.

okay I have got to get out of here.

buh-bye now.

g'bye f-13.

I Won't Question Why So Many Have Died, My Friends Have Made It Through

2010-08-12T21:58:00.000-05:00

BEFORE YOU READ THIS:

No Oliver did not die. Okay? It's just a song lyric.

Back to your scheduled programming.

Well, I downloaded Tales of Fantasy, since I'd been waiting for it since it'd been announced, tried it, hated it quite a bit. Well, I didn't do anything, but I pinned it too boring and not enough character customization. I waited an hour for that?

Uh...and Oliver came back today! At 6:00 PM sharp, in fact. Here are some pictures dad took when he was still at the vet (yesterday or the day before):

And now that he's back:

And that's pretty awesome.

Otherwise today has been pretty sucky (why am i a girl again?), so that's all this post is. Oliver's back!

ALSO OH MY GOSH IT'S FRIDAY THE 13TH TOMORROW MY FAVORITE DAY.

All of them are my favorite days. Best thing ever, I don't know why, but I always get so excited. Happiness ♥

Uh, yeah. He was blocked because his urethra is too small, and that's what is causing the problems + the fact that someone is way too soft and let's him out all the time (I'll give you a hint: it isn't a female).

I'm done now.

I Don't Belong Here, I Gotta Move On, Dear

2010-08-08T21:41:00.001-05:00

rawr.

Okay, hey guys.

Alan wake should come either tomorrow or Tuesday, I don't want to wait, so that's the gist of my complaining.

I also want to go to Granny and Grandpa's next weekend, so we'll see.

Uh, okay. What stuff has happened...

I took a shower yesterday.

We watched Quantum of Solace

I used a GA on Subeta and made three more pets with awesome names, if I do say so myself (Drosselmeyer, Spooky Mulder, Audrey Parker)

Mom is making me an omelet.

My stomach is rumbling.

I'm really hungry.

I woke up at five am for a second or two, and I thought it was morning before I took my eyemask off. It sounded so busy. But it was dark out. Bummer.

I woke up at 8:00 to my iPod Touch alarm blaring. That thing better beware, I'm going to step on it one day.

I played Batman: Arkham Asylum and failed at the Ivy boss fight a million times. It's stressful.

I'm writing something about flying purple people eaters who live on purple people bridges and eat purple plum pastries. It's coming along well. AND, AND: If you wear completely purple clothes they'll let you ride on their backs. gosh darnit i should just write childrens books for a living. i'm too good at it.

Omelet looks weird. Like one-let only with an 'm' instead of an 'n' and also I don't think I know what a onelet is. An omelet made with one egg. Are they already made with one egg? How exactly do you make an omelet? I've never tried, to be honest.

Ooo-kay, that says something about my state of mind this morning.

Or last morning.

I don't remember when I wrote the introduction. A bit weird that I start blog posts on one day and finish them on another.

Okay, so here's the deal:

I've discovered that Avenged Sevenfold is actually a very very good band. My favorite songs are Gunslinger, Afterlife, and Scream.

OH FORGET IT.

Sometimes I have these dry spells on posts where nothing really goes right.

So we're going to skip to the bad news.

BAD NEWS TIME:

Oliver is having trouble peeing. Poor darling. And when he does pee, it's mixed with blood. Apparently he has fleas because my dad has no common sense at all and is obviously too lazy to actually take care of the problem, and that's why it's happening.

Any cat owners out there, do you know why Oliver would pee blood? I mean, it has happened before. A lot. And I hate it. Is there a reason why this would repeatedly happen? It freaks me out. I swear I couldn't live without my baby.

I just love him too much.

So that's what's going on, it makes me sad, I cried a bit.

Did you know that I cry surprisingly often? I do. I really, really do. I try to paint the picture that I'm all tough and crying is beneath me but, gosh darnit, I cry all the time. All the time.

Why do I have to be such an emotional person?

Of course, most of the time I cry because I'm angry. Speaking of which, I think I need anger management. My temper is humongous and I can't just keep my offensive mouth shut sometimes. I'm not desensitized to others feelings, I just don't understand why certain things hurt them. I care, I just don't understand, and I push boundaries to try and understand.

Obviously that doesn't work.

And I'm in a writing rut again.

What was this post about in the first place. I would look, but that would involve scrolling.

Let's see, what other notable things have occurred...

Alan Wake will come tomorrow

I'm still failing at the Ivy boss fight

I had to use my tablet because the mouse died and we didn't have batteries. We managed to scrounge some up. And yes, I do possess a tablet even though I lack any artistic talent.

I'm sure something else happened but gosh, my brain is not working right now.

Uh..dad's shirt smells like play-doh.

And one time Paksenarrion stuck Play-Doh on Curtis's glasses and oh my god you have to hear this.

PAKSENARRION. IT'S A KID THAT GOES TO MY CHURCH. Well, my x-church. I broke up with it. A bit too demanding, never let me have a leash. Full of deception. Lots of lies. That's the main reason. We don't keep in touch.

She's probably...uh, eight? Ten? Eleven? Seriously I don't know. But her name is...that. You call her Paxi for short. I feel so bad for her. I mean, that's the worse name ever. I think they were trying to out weird Chanz Rhyse. That's Chance-Reese. The church goers were rather mentally disturbed. Seriously. They went asylum patient sometimes.

But yeah, Becky named her daughter Paksenarrion after the book series. Why would you name your kid a ridiculous name from a book series? I mean, I'm all set to name my first born son Grubitsch (no i lie, that'll be mikah) but it's not nearly as weird.

And word check doesn't even have a suggestion for Paksenarrion. WHAT DOES THAT TELL YOU, BECKY?

And yes I am a total name dropper. I really don't care.

So, I guess you can see I don't harbor a lot of feelings for my ex. It's true. Hate is a strong word but not too strong. Woo.

You guys are not my brothers or sisters anymore.

And I don't have a crush on you anymore Curtis, I'v upgraded to Kroger bagging boys.

There was this one that I saw all the time.

I love that guy. Seriously. He's adorable, blond I think, just the cutest thing. I never look to see if he has a nametag.

And I think it was Kroger. Not exactly sure.

But I totally migrated from the subject:

worst church ever.

No seriously. I mean, I dislike church anyway. Why? BECAUSE THEY YELL LIKE THIS WHEN THEY'RE SAYING THEIR SERMONS AND YOU CAN'T ACTUALLY UNDERSTAND THEM AND THEN YOU GET A HEADACHE.

BLAHBLAHBLAHGODBLAHBLAHBLAHBIBLEBLAHBLAHBLAH okay I'm done, go to page 3 million in your bible now thanks.

So I just took up not listening and ignoring more than anything. It's like I would actually retain the information anyway.

And Sunday School was with my mom.

And I flirted with Curtis so much it's not even funny. I was literally in love with that harry potter look a like.

Geeky. Black hair. Acne? Glasses.

gosh darn we look alike.

Actually no we don't, because I have yet to have acne.

It's weird. Cassidy has had it, Keegan still has it, and I don't have it.

Where does it come from?

Okay, I think I've written a pretty sizable post.

I AM DONE.

Oh yeah and Britainy may or may not be 25?

OH AND DAD IS TAKING OLIVER TO THE VET TOMORROW.

go rub a rabbits foot and other lucky stuff like that, k?

It's Time The Fat Cats Had A Heart Attack

2010-08-05T13:11:00.000-05:00

Sometimes I forget that I haven't posted and I don't realize until the next month.

Thankfully that didn't just happen. I don't think.

Let's just say it didn't.

Okay, noteworthy things include:

I got up at 7:57 AM today and beat my alarm by two minutes.

Mom ordered me Alan Wake.

I finally finished that level on Batman: Arkham Asylum that has been alluding me for months. It only took three tries(though technically one because the first two I got shot before I even entered the room. I was being stupid.)

I helped someone come up with a new X-Box gamer tag.

I...ate two hot dogs.

I haven't eaten anything else.

I don't plan to until dinner-ish.

No I'm not fasting, it's just that my stomach seems to have grown smaller. And less demanding. Good stomach.

In other words I have done barely anything and absolutely nothing. Yay for being a boring, lazy person.

I find it's a good character trait.

I've still been watching Avatar: The Last Airbender almost every night. Well, every night that it's on I watch it. It comes on at 8:30 but dad is usually watching something at that time so I watch it when it's on later.

It seems like it's going to end soon, and then I can go do stuff. Like go to Granny and Grandpa's. Keegan's living there, did I tell you that? Yeah I think I did. I have a head ache.

Stupid head aches.

Yesterday me and mom watched Eye of the Beast, a bad Syfy flick. The special effects were surprisingly good. I'll spoil the ending: they electrocute the giant squid in the eye and it dies. Then everybody kisses.

A lot.

So much kissing, I'd probably not kiss anyone. I mean you just had a big sweaty, dirty fight scene and you're kissing? That's sort of gross. And unsanitary. And gross.

On Avatar, Zuko's hair amazes me. I know I've said this before, but it goes through so many changes. It bothers me. From memory, it goes like this:

Shaved with a ponytail
Weird extremely short crop
A bit longer scruff
A bit more
Mop
Top knot
Mop

And that's the growing stages. They had growing stages. Every episode it got a little bit longer until it turned into...a mop. On his head.

And then one time he had it slicked back. And that was creepy.

I liked his warrior tail best.

I probably got that wrong, but it's memory. And we all know: my memory sucks.

Look at it grow. That's the growing stage.

Top knot stage. I imagine that decoration could be used as a deadly weapon if needed.

Mop stage. It's not as bad as I say it is.

The one I liked, warrior tail stage. And I keep accidentally spelling 'tale' because my brain is not working right now.

Mom is talking to Granny on the phone. She has been for a while.

I have nothing else to say.

That's kind of sad.

And I don't want to wait 3-5 business days for Alan Wake.

I'm impatient and that is way too long. And it's 2 'o clock and I'm already bored. I need to stop waking up early.

For a while I was completely incompetent and I woke up at like...now. And my days were really short and I was happy that way.

SO WHY OH WHY DID I DECIDE TO START WAKING UP SEMI-EARLY?

Dad keeps trying to tell me not too, mom is indifferent, and nooo. I just have to be driven. And I really should go do some push outs.

Here's the deal:

Push ups are impossible for me. Mom told me to do push-outs. I said they were wimpy. She made me. I, being an over achiever, did one hundred on my first ever try. Arms were sore for three days.

I need to do one hundred more now. It's motivational. And painful. And torture.

But my arms will get stronger, eventually. And then maybe I can attempt a push up.

I've never successfully done one in my life.

My life. That's a long time.

For me.

Not really anyone else because it hasn't actually been that long of a life.

Okay, there. I'm done.

I'll probably post again in like five hours because this post was horrible. It's okay to hate me.

Where Do Bad Folks Go When They Die

2010-07-31T11:39:00.000-05:00

Where do bad folks go when they die?
They don't go to heaven where the angels fly
They go to the lake of fire and fry
Won't see them again 'till the fourth of July

The reason I haven't posted recently is because I haven't actually done anything worth posting about. It's as simple as that, really.

All of Prickles' flowers shriveled up and died. He blooms often so they'll come back eventually.

I...have been attempting to do push ups and have been failing miserably. And it kind of hurts your ego when you can almost do it, but the second you get close enough down you shoulder blades fold into your back and you plop on the ground. Kind of hurts your chest, too.

I've been doing push outs, even though I haven't done them for a few days. I did one hundred on my first try of ever doing them and I was sore for days. OW. Why am I such an over achiever?

So...other than that I haven't done much of anything except be lazy and whine about it later. I'm bored. I never do anything, and that is mainly not my fault.

I've been writing! That's one thing, although it's not terribly surprising since I write all the time. I'm terrible with names. I had to make mom come up with them. Rafe Stiles and Aaron Arington, although I'll probably change Aaron's last name. It was funny. So I used it.

I've always liked the sound of 'Mr. Stiles'. It's kind of a nice thing to say. And 'Mr. Stern'. I like saying things with mister on them. Fun.

Let's see...there really isn't anything else. Just the usual, laziness, eating, writing, reading too many books at the same time, forgetting about books I already had (sorry, children of the lamp: akhenaten adventure, and sorry Fever 1973, and ninth grade slays), and begging mom to make me potato cakes.

You take mashed potatoes, put some oil in a pan, and make them like pancakes. Very tasty.

Did I tell you that one night at Granny and Grandpa's me and Cassidy made mashed potatoes at four in the morning? It was awesome. And terrible at the same time because we didn't do that good of a job. I mean, we did everything right, but at the time we didn't actually know what we were supposed to do.

I'm surprised we didn't wake the whole house up with the banging of the pots and the occasional squeals. Keegan was sleeping on the floor with us, so I'm surprised he didn't tell us to shut up. The day bed is too squeaky so he came in the living room with us and asked if we would give up a couch. It was a resounding 'NO' so he just slept in between us on the floor. And I slept comfortably on a couch much too big for me that certainly had enough room to house him. Maybe. If he curled into a ball, what with his long legs, he could have fit. But he point is, neither of us wanted to sleep on the floor.

So he just took it like a man.

But the creepy thing is that the butter would not melt normally. It turned stringy in the pan and me and Cassidy were pretty freaked out by it. And then we got scared sometimes when it made weird noises.

And it did that.

Often.

Then there was another time, we had watched Predator on the TV with mom and Keegan. It was maybe last year. So after the movie Keegan leaves and goes to the daybed, mom goes into the pink room (back room) and me and Cassidy lounge on the couch. And then Cassidy gets paranoid.

She was so scared of the back door, because it has little windows. All over it. I don't know what it's called. So I go and get a blanket, the supporting cousin I am, and tape it over the door. Color me amazing.

I'm kind of surprised I didn't fall off the chair, I was jumping around trying to hold it up and the chair was squeaking and screeching in protest at every move I made.

So we're just chillin', talking to...Cody on the phone.

OH WAIT HOLD ON YOU DON'T KNOW WHO HE IS. Okay, Cody is one of Cassidy's friends, she went on like two dates with him, he's sort of got a gigantic crush on her, that stuff. He's hilarious, I love him. He goes to school with Cassidy.

So we were talking to Cody on speaker phone, and he was convinced that Cassidy was at Kenzie's house (Kenzie is another one of Cassidy's friends). Or that Kenzie was with her. I don't really remember. So we're laughing at him and it was fun. And then the blanket just falls off the door and we scream bloody murder.

We screamed. And then we were so scared, like it wasn't even funny anymore. I went and put it back up on the door and then eventually we went to sleep.

That was fun.

And then I was in Cassidy's room, she was changing I guess, and there's this little Korean/Asian kid staring in the window. Cassidy's like 'holy crap' and she's creeped out. I didn't know why but then she points out the window and there's the kid, being completely creepy and just staring into the window. It was early morning, kind of hazy, and there he is. It scared me. And her. And we didn't really stop talking about it for a while.

There has been so much stuff happen with Cassidy, and it's all actually very hilarious, but I'm pretty sure I would wear my fingers down to the bone if I tried to type them all now.

But hilarious and occasionally nightmare fuel-ish things happen with Cassidy.

And that's all.

NOSTALGIA.

Oh and Keegan's a man now. Adult. Grown up. EIGHTEEN. And also living with Granny and Grandpa. True to his word he moved in on the day, or the day after, his birthday. And then eventually he'll have to go to Ohio State and I'll cry.

Well, maybe I won't cry.

Nah, I probably will.

Oh, and just to say, if you ever want to find anything using my labels...you'll probably be unable to. I click them randomly. But you can find posts where I talk about Keegan. That's one thing.

They Say The Devil's Water, It Ain't So Sweet

2010-07-15T22:48:00.000-05:00

Sometimes being creative really sucks the life out of you, you know? Because all I can think about are story ideas and what to write next or my brain telling me to write a novel or coming up with a new character and it drives me crazy.

Yeah, my problems aren't normal kids problems, but at least my problems are productive.

But my oddly demented brain patterns have generally nothing to do with this post so I really need to get onto the main subjects.

Let's see...I used to hate Avatar: The Last Airbender (the show, not the terrible movie) but since learning that Keegan likes it (and I have to like everything he likes, you know) I've been watching it every night at 11:30 to 12:30. Or, tonight, just 12:30 since I've seen the other two. And that may be why I keep staying up so late.

Uh...Prickle's other flower bloomed and it's really pretty. And it's been raining or whatever so he hasn't been outside as of late. But I'll take him out when the weather reports stop being so unpredictable. He can't get anymore water because I don't want to over water him and he's a cactus so he doesn't need very much water anyway.

And I forgot my other subjects. Okay. Let's see, what have I done recently?

Oh! I took a shower yesterday. I went in at at three something and came out at five something. I take long showers. But that's what girls do. I think. Plus I have no internal clock since I stopped wearing my watch.

Did I ever tell you about my watch? Well, I have this really cool watch. And I wore it everyday, only taking it off to shower (and that was only sometimes) so you can imagine what happened. Well, no you can't, but I'm going to explain it to you.

I wore it so often that my wrist had a giant...hole in it. It has since filled back out but it really scared me. And it didn't go back in a few days, it took months. So now I refuse to ever put my watch on, primarily because I'll never take it off again.

I like knowing what time it is at all times. And I never used to get any sleep because I would keep looking at it. And it made me a tad temperamental because I would set specific times for things but everyone would be really slow and that made me feel like I was the only fast person in the world. And that made no sense. But try and figure it out and tell me when you do because I'd like to know too.

What else have I been doing?

Absolutely nothing, that's what.

I'm sorry I'm a boring person, I really can't help it. I don't like social situations unless I have the upper hand. I'm actually really shy by nature, and it's hard for me to talk to someone unfamiliar without getting entirely too nervous.

Except people that I'll never talk to again. In which case I really don't care.

If you recall, at the parade I asked a guy what time it was! GASP. How amazing. I know. But I really did need to know what time it was, I didn't want to miss the parade. In case you didn't read that post, I was in line with Cassidy and Kenzie at Coop's, it's a Hawaiian ice place. Really good, and they have a lot of weird flavors. I like pink lemonade best.

But I like any lemonade. I'm a lemon fanatic. It's the best flavor ever.

Oh duh. I was going to talk about my books.

I finished The Invention of Hugo Cabret and it was amazing. It was really cute, and better than I imagined. Probably the best book I've ever read. It's just great.

I'm lazy so I don't think I've finished anything else. I've already read Alice in Wonderland, so I need to read Through The Looking Glass. I've only read a few pages of Slawter (demonata 3). I haven't even started on Keys to the Kingdom.

Ooh! But I got Touching Spirit Bear in the mail and I'm on page 63 as of the first day I got it. I haven't touched it since.

I'm not usually this bad at finishing books but I guess my mind's scattered. Plus I have all these stacks of unread and read books literally everywhere so it may just be I can't find a book. We only have on bookcase and it's full of books that aren't mine.

But I really need a book case. I have so many books they won't fit in the box I designated to them. It's full, in fact. And it's a big box. Or maybe I just have too many books. Yeah, that's probably it.

I think I've written too much.

Did you know it's actually hard to come up with songs for titles? It's very, extremely hard.

We Don't Do It For The Glory, We Don't Do It For The Money, We Don't Do It For The Fame

2010-07-11T22:38:00.001-05:00

Well. Hey. I'm not dead or anything, in case you were wondering.

Which you probably weren't. BUT THAT'S OKAY. I wouldn't expect you to.

So then, let's get this going.

I'm ecstatic, and oh hey it's 11:11 make a wish, because I went to Borders today, and yesterday we got the box of books we ordered earlier in the month.

And I probably bought my weight in books.

But no, here's what I got plus the ones we ordered:

Repossessed by A.M Jenkins

Lord Loss by Darren Shan

The Invention of Hugo Cabret

Mister Monday (keys to the kingdom book 1) by Garth Nix

Demon Thief (book 2 of the Demonata) by Darren Shan

Slawter (book 3 of the Demonata) by Darren Shan

Alice's Adventures in Wonderland & Through The Looking Glass by Lewis Carrol

Book of Secrets (a small little pocket-y book with tons of stuff in it.)

It's heavier than it sounds. Promise. But yeah, lots of series, I like to try new things. I wanted the first in the Bartimaeus trilogy but couldn't find it. And I read Lord Loss in a day, since the time I opened the box to whenever I finished the book. Five or nine. I'm really bad at time lines.

Repossessed was great, I just wished it wasn't a stand alone book! You should read it, but it might not be your cup of tea (maybe I'm just weird?).

And we ordered another book but it'll come tomorrow. It had to be shipped in a different box. Touching Spirit Bear by Ben Mikaelson. I've wanted that book for years, darn it. So I'll finally have it!

Among other random paraphranalia I got a earbuds with the cat from Skelanimals on it! They are so cute. I love them. Skelanimals is just a line of toys and other stuff; they have bookmarks, stuffed animals, big action figures, small action figures, pretty much everything. It's just these adorable skeleton animals.

I need to go read something. Maybe I'll read Demon Thief. I read the first part of Hugo Cabret already. And I think I've at least dabbled in the other books...I'm not sure what to do. I still have my two Cirque du Freak books and Ninth Grade Slays that I got forever ago. I should have finished them already.

Also, mom accidentally bought a Patricia Cornwell book in Spanish. It was hilarious. Borders let us have a giftcard in exchange, we gave them the book we got the giftcard. I love Borders.

I watched my first episode of Doctor Who last night, the new one from 2010, and I loved it. It had Vincent van Gogh and it actually made me really sad at the end. And the Doctor is...crazy. Just odd odd odd all the way. I like him.

In other news, I'm in love with Avatar: The Last Airbender. And Zuko's hair. It amazes me. First he was bald, then he looked like he had a buzzcut(I guess he was growing his hair) and finally he has a mop. The mop frightens me.

And Zuko's scar in the movie is wimpy. It looks like he got punched in the face. He was hit directly in the eye with flames (plus why isn't he blind and why didn't his eyeball melt I don't understand). And what. 'Oong'? That is a stupid way of saying it. No, I haven't seen the movie. I have no desire to see the movie.

I just like to be critical. It's a talent.

I watched Alien vs Predator today, I love the Predator. But you know what I love more?

THE PREDALIEN

oh heck yes. i think i'm in love.

And You Told Me Fortunes In American Slang

2010-07-01T17:25:00.001-05:00

(hey guys go check out my f.a.q)

The future. A great time frame for movies, everyone loves those hostile robot takeovers, but what will happen in real life?

I'll start small. In twenty years, everything will be more or less the same. We'll be able to make something that isn't already microscopic invisible, such as a ring or a bobby pin. If the LHC hasn't destroyed the earth yet, it'll still be trying to. And we probably won't have that oil spill cleaned up yet.

Fifty years? Invisibility cloak would be able to mask things like computers, laptops, or maybe things as large as pillows. We'll be able to dive to the ocean floor, thousands of miles below the water. Oil spill will be mostly cleaned up. Yet again, that's if the LHC hasn't destroyed the world yet.

100 years? That's pretty tricky. By then there will be androids walking among us, normal, with thought processes and jobs. Or maybe that would be even sooner then a hundred years, who really knows? Hopefully all the people working on the LHC are dead now, so no more potentially GETTING SUCKED INSIDE OUT INTO A BLACK HOLE.

200 years? I don't know. My brain isn't made for theories. Oh! A pill/injection/chip/thing that keeps you from getting old. I want one. But I''ll be dead so...

I am terrible at this theory stuff. Disregard my terribleness! I'm no good at this. but I've said that.

My brain hurts. It's just not made for real life strategy things.

OKAY, so. We were going to go to the zoo yesterday, turns out they went without us, but we went to the market and got tomatoes and were looking for begonias but they didn't have any so we went to Lowe's and granny bought me a cactus. A 'Pink Crown' cactus. His name is Prickles because I'm an idiot and keep touching him when I really shouldn't unless I want to get stabbed.

I also went to Borders, looking for Repossessed, but they didn't have it. So I left with: A Skelanimals pack of magnetic book marks, Ninth Grade Slays, Cirque Du Freak 7-8(mom bought me eight because I had zippo cash), Fruits Basket 2, and Kyou-Kara-Maoh! 1. And also a Western pack of Silly Bandz. Because I could. And they fascinate me, what with how they keep their shape. Amazing.

And I'm sure there's something else that's happened. But I can't think of anything.

You know how sometimes I say that if I'm not writing/thinking of writing/coming up with ideas I'm probably dead? It's true. And annoying. I can't focus on anything else because I'm focused on a story but I really need to pull my head out of the clouds and get back to real life and stop being lazy and laying on the couch all day writing.

Plus I have my future procession to study on! Have to start young, you know. If you don't know what it is, well why not? I mention it all the time. MASSAGE THERAPY.

seriously not joking. I want to do it. It's not just a whim, I've wanted to for some time now.

ugh. I have a bug bite. On. My. Butt. ALSO NEED TO GO HOME TOMORROW GOD WHY AM I STILL HERE I'VE BEEN HERE FOR TWO MONTHS.

OLIVER I AM SO SORRY I'M SUCH A TERRIBLE, SELFISH PERSON. I MISS YOU. DON'T HATE ME WHEN I COME BACK, OKAY?

ily.

I'm Weird 'Cause I Hate Goodbyes

2010-06-28T11:45:00.000-05:00

WELL. I just woke up (yes i am lazy why do you ask? this is my vacation) at like, eleven thirty so I am BORED. And writing makes me less bored. Or more bored, depending. Like when I wrote that paper about George Washington. That was boring.

Let's see...I miss Oliver, I want to go home, I want to go to Target to buy a CD, I want to take another shower, I want I want I want I want.

So how about things I need?

I need air, I need good food, I need water, I need milk, I need bodily functions, I need muscles, I need blood, I need brain cells, I need eyes, I need a nose, I need ears, I need a mouth, I need too many things. But I have all of those things already.

So, what else is there?

Hmm, comment and tell me what you want. It can be anything. I'll feel unloved if you don't comment. Unless of course you want me to feel that way in which case I'll feel loved. Whatever you want.

Well we've watched some Bonanza lately, I love that show. I saw the one with the deaf/mute girl or whatever AND IT FREAKED ME OUT. Seriously what. I don't know, you have to see it for yourself. It is weird. WEIRD. And that's what it is so, yes.

Granny really loves Andy Griffith, so does everyone else, so we watch that sometimes too and yes, I am still over at granny and grandpa's because I have been here for a month. A. Month. I want to go home.

As soon as I watch Justin get kicked off. Then I can go home.

Since me and mom are sleeping in the pink room, the back room, we have to share a bed and almost every night I get up and sleep on the couch because she is just so annoying. She snores, constantly, hits me, shoves me, jumps around on the bed and TALKS IN HER SLEEP.

No thank you.

So I just move to the couch where I fall asleep in four seconds.

It's a good life.

I need material to write about. Comment about what you want me to write!

I'm not funny anymore. I'm sorry.

Also I have this big knot in my shoulder and I think it might be my twin.

Just saying.

You know I never liked that Fireflies song or whatever? I still don't.

Pretty Fly For A White Guy

2010-06-27T22:47:00.000-05:00

Uh. I typed this post on my iPod hours ago. So I'll just add more after it, okay?

It's hard not to be vain when everyone says you're pretty.

So me and Richard were talking, we didn't yet know each others names, and he has Shelby(momma kitty) who had seven of Andy's babies. The one with the tail looks like Andy, and Andy doesn't have a tail you know, and the one that looks like Shelby doesn't have a tail. Funny.

But anyway we were talking and I wanted to pet Shelby, so he was saying it was hard for her to make friends but she's really nice so eventually she let me pet her. So I petted her for a while and me and Richard continued to talk. He's really nice.

So he says, "You're real pretty, you know, and a pretty girl like you needs a pretty cat!" So cue blushing and looking downs and murmured thank yous. So we keep talking, he's a very charming man, and I tell him how much I wish I could have a kitten and how I have a black cat named Oliver and how I held Shelby's little black kitten the other day and how it walked up to me. So after a while he had to go back inside. Oh wait hold up time lines are hard. He asks me who I am, because seriously nobody knows who I am, and I tell him I'm Grandpa's granddaughter and I tell him my name and he tells me he has a sister named Audrey(oh look it's my real name there you go) so I'm like cool.

And then when he gets ready to go back inside it goes like this.

"It was nice to meet you, Audrey. And you really are pretty."
"Thanks! Oh wait, what's your name?"
"It's Richard."
"Okay, thank you Richard." (I think at this point he's said I'm pretty again)
"Haha! You're welcome. Well bye Audrey, you're really pretty."
"Thanks! I like your hair." (because I do)
So he guffaws and leaves. Yeah I got confused I just know we did the you're pretty/I like your hair thing.

So. I'm pretty.

I feel oddly accomplished in life.

Also he told me I made a friend(with Shelby) and if I ever wanted to see her I could just go tap on the shed and it'd be okay. Also Andy can't reproduce any more. He looks really different now...what with the stub tail thing.

I think you understand.

oo

Yes, I know you understand now.

IF YOU GET MY INSINUATION.
_

So, I am not sick, yay, but I keep hiccuping and it hurts. So there. Also it's raining extremely hard and is it 11:42 already? Oh, I don't care. We're going to be here until Bachelorette or however you spell it because I like Justin but he has a girlfriend yadayada.

and dad doesn't like those shows and I am so tempted to type without capitalizing my I's or anything because my iPod does that for me oh my gosh I miss it.

Uh, yeah. So that's it.

Also granny gave me five dollars. But that isn't so important to you people, is it?

And There Is No Time Like The Present To Drink These Draining Seconds

2010-06-15T18:56:00.000-05:00

I got into a wreck yesterday. I had to be cut out of the car and my arm almost needed to be amputat- HAHA NO SERIOUSLY I'M JOKING.

But no, I did honestly get into an accident. We got rear-ended by a 60-year old man who I swear was about to have a seizure. The back of the car got a little banged up, scratched mainly. Ray's car (the man who hit us) was more damaged.

I was on my iPod, music blasting (song 2 by blur for reference) and then I fly forward and there's a giant bang in the back of the car I'm like 'what just happened.' Granny said we got hit in the back and I, still just hangin' finally leaned back and sat on the seat. But here, I have to tell you, I would have been horrifically hurt if I didn't have my seatbelt on. I literally flew forward, it only took a second. My seatbelt locked, so I didn't go any farther.

Grandpa called OnStar with the button on the little mirror in the front (yeah I don't know what it's called) and we got the police and the lifesquad to come over.

So I'm still sort of freaking out, more so about the police coming then anything. No I don't have a criminal record. But yeah, police arrives, asks questions, how old are you, what's your name, where do you live, phone number, were you wearing a seatbelt? But before that, because time lines are just hard to maintain sometimes, this ULTRA-CUTE, and I'm not even exaggerating, ULTRA-SUPER-AMAZING lifesquad/fireman opens the door, crouches, and asks us (me and granny) if we're all right. Yes we are. But holy...man he was amazing. Okay, enough memory swooning.

But yeah.

That happened.

BUT GUESS WHAT OH MY GOD?

I got Batman Arkham Asylum: Game of the Year Edition. 4 new challenge maps PLUS 3-D gameplay. How cool is that? That is very cool, I tell you. And the 3-D is AMAZING.

I also got a CD, Life Starts Now by Three Days Grace, a new fedora that has a skull on the side and on the inside it's like blood spatter, and that's it.

Also when we got rear-ended Granny told me to take a picture of the damage on the car, and I did, and when I went to go back in, there was this giant pit like an inch from the car and when I opened the door it almost flung me in. At least I didn't, right? Yeahh.

Hey Barbie Let's Go Party

2010-06-11T23:52:00.001-05:00

WOAH GUYS SCROLL DOWN AND READ 'A HERO WILL SAVE ME JUST IN TIME' because that's my actual post. this is nothing important besides my reading habits and how tired i am and a lightning bug is included in the madness.
A quick note to self.

TO READ/BUY:

YOU by Charles Benoit
Repossessed by A.M. Jenkins
Demon's Lexicon by Sarah Reese Brennan

(lightning bug where are you? you can't hide forever, and when i find you you are going outside you little pain in the)

yes i am chasing a lightning bug while writing this why do you ask?

Ninth Grade Slays by Heather Brewer

Plus need all Percy Jackson books in HARDCOVER now.
stupid last olympians and it's hardcover.
and they have to match.
so i need them ALL to be hardcover or i'll flip out.
i want you, last olympian.

The rest of Cirque du Freak, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12.
Just so you know this is a quickly typed post at 12:00 am.
for your information.

Those Ranger's Apprentice books.

Infinity by Sherrilyn Kenyon
Running with Scissors: A Memoir by Augusten Burroughs
Daniel X: Watch The Skies by James Patterson

dude did i just see adam lambert?
no wait that was a girl. i hope. my bad, book cover. my bad.
borders is my homeboy and you know this post is going to be gone in the morning right?
yeah you do.

WHAT HOW COULD I FORGET THIS AM I DUMB

Lord Loss by Darren Shan (and all the other books. The Demonata series)

The Amulet of Samarkand (The Bartimaeus Trilogy, Book 1) by Jonathan Stroud
Touching Spirit Bear by Ben Mikaelson

is it in my hair? is it in my shirt? where are you lighty.
i think i confused it so much it died.
oh well it'll be on the ceiling.

do i read too much?

Inkdeath by i don't even know

American Born Chinese by Gene Luen Yang
Boy Kills Man by Matt Whyman (i originally put boy kiss man. no i'm not tired.)
Peeps by Scott Westerfield
The Lord of the Ring series by J.R.R Tolkien (is there anyone who doesn't know that?)
Give a Boy a Gun by Todd Strasser (tired tired tired)
Beast by Donna Jo Napoli
The Dark Days of Hamburger Halpin by Josh Berk

please god let me be done.
okay i am.
i'll let you know if i find that lightning bug.

A Hero Will Save Me Just In Time

2010-06-11T20:34:00.001-05:00

Oooookay. This will be quick, but I have to say I just got the creep-out of my LIFE. MY LIFE, GUYS. And I have been creeped out often. But not as much as this. So read.

Granny decided she wanted a $1 hot fudge sundae thing from Mcd's, right? Of course. So I went with Grandpa in the truck (stupid detail that you don't need to know) and when we got there we ordered at the machine thing. We went through the drive-thru. Nice lady, 'here's your dollar hun' and then. oh. my. god. what. Okay, he wasn't unattractive, he was cute. Dirty blond, young, maybe early 20's. Scruffy, light beard. The kind of beard I like. And he was staring at me the whole time. No, it wasn't even staring. It was leering. He was leering at me the whole time, it was like he was either planning my death or undressing me with his eyes. I pick planning my death but you know, I could be wrong. I was just sort of awkwardly nodding and smiling back, not talking because you know what my voice is doing? My voice is making me sound like a boy going through puberty. Have I been through puberty yet? I have no idea.

But yes, creepy-creeper. AND THEN.

Once we got back to the house I saw that Andy was on the porch (iloveyouandy) and Ali was staring at him. Hold up, one second. Andy is the neighborhood tomcat, orange tabby. I love him, everyone loves him. Not neutered, stubby tail, battle scars galore. I feed him Zoey's cat food whenever he comes. Adorable adorable adorable. So Ali is staring and I know, I just know he's going to run out the door and get him. So I take a defensive stance in front of him, think how football players do when they are throwing the ball or whatever (I'm not well versed in the art of sports). So I do that, and Grandpa opens the door and I shove Ali's head away into the house, shove shove, and Grandpa's yelling and I'm all prepared because it's happened before. And Ali actually got out and bit at Andy (he wasn't harmed but I was freaking out). But this time I outsmarted him. Protection woo~

heh. I love Andy.

Stupid People Thinkin' I Am Cool

2010-06-08T16:20:00.000-05:00

Also known as: Guidelines for Life. Also nonsensical things in list form.

Just because you have one new kid doesn't mean you can neglect your other three.
Short-shorts are -9000 attractive.
If you have a job, chat on your own time.
Always lock the door once you get into the car.
Buckle up.
If there's a lady who needs a ride and looks sort of manly, go get a security guard.
Don't assign old people to be your kids guardians.
Also don't assign greedy people as your kids guardians.
Your first impression of people is almost always what they are really like.
Step-anythings are generally pure evil.
Especially the men.
Blacks are not to be feared, nor is any other race. It's the people you should be afraid of.
Get a will.
Always be kind to homeless people.
Do good deeds when you can.
Always be courteous.
Be polite to those unfamiliar to you, you never know if they are a closet axe-murderer.
The rosary is just confusing. Keep notes.
At least attempt to read the bible, even if you can only read one sentence.
It's very easy to ruin your life.
Don't force your kids to go to the pool everyday.
Don't leave your kids and their cousin alone for hours with only a fourteen year old for protection.
Make an effort to smile at strangers.
Dip your head in greeting.
Wave if someone waves at you.
Never decline a hug unless the person who wants to hug you has a knife in hand.
Threats should never be empty.
A gun is a lethal weapon.
Be daring.
Adrenaline is a fun feeling. That doesn't mean you should jump off a cliff to feel it.
Drugs can screw with your brain. Do you wanna be an idiot forever?
Cough into your elbow and face a different direction when you sneeze.
Shower as often as possible.
Being a hypochondriac is handy.
Counting is a good hobby.
If it feels like something is crawling on you it probably is.
Children are breeding grounds for disease. Avoid them and never have them.
Babies are cute but they soon become disgusting.
Ginger-ale is gross.
The best honey is local.
Music is fun.
Watch cartoons.
Never let go, Jack!
Do tricks.
Befriend little boys and watch your ego burst as they fawn over you.
Read books for heavens sake.
Would you rather cry with the saints or laugh with the sinners?
A list isn't much of a list at all.
Read Alice in Wonderland.
Shun Christian music. SHUN IT. Go listen to metal and hard rock instead.
The sun is keeping you alive.
Spiders are never your friends.
Humor is key.
Try to live forever.
Magic is possible.
Anything is real if you believe in it.
Nikola Tesla was infinitely better than Edison. Also better looking.
Kids are always brats.
You were once a disgusting child.
Everyone will die eventually.
The world is going to end.
It would be too much of a hassle to live on the moon.
If you have a choice, pick the floor instead of the couch.
Reality shows make no sense.
Everybody loves Raymond.
Don't fear the reaper.
A vampire is not a vampire unless it has fangs and drinks HUMAN blood.
Don't be stupid.
Don't go around breaking young girls hearts.
Go commando at least once.
Take a compliment.
Don't change who you are.
James Bond is the best spy.
Salty fish is good.
Be cautious.
Be distrustful of everyone around you. Anyone can lie.
Mentally disabled people are people too. They have feelings, so don't hurt them.
Physically disabled people are unique and beautiful. Just because you can't realize that doesn't mean it isn't true.
Young girls aren't always naive and idiotic.
You can do anything you want in life.
Scars add character.
Don't kill yourself, get even with whatever made you want to do it.
Never be fair.
Do whatever it takes to win.
Have fun.
Don't let laws bind you.
Trust your gut.
You can succeed if you really try.
Live how you want, you only have one life.
If someone does something to you, call them out.
Don't be weak.
Not everything happens for a reason.
Take things literally.
Question everything.
42 is the answer to everything.
We have a choice in life.
Don't give up when the going gets tough.
Keep promises.
Don't let others judge you.
Don't look behind you.

Have You Heard The News That You're Dead?

2010-06-07T12:53:00.000-05:00

Wouldn't it be grand? It ain't exactly what you planned

And wouldn't it be great if we were dead?

Today, I look dead. I don't feel dead, I look dead. If this is what vampires look like all the time, I no longer like them. I am 'peekid/peakid/howeveryouspellitkid'. I have the palest skin ever, my eyes are sunken and black rimmed-y. If I laid down at a morgue they would dissect me! I'm whining about this to mom, who of course honestly doesn't care so much. "You're sick." She tells me. But I get sick a lot! And I never look this way!

Actually it doesn't matter, I just like inflating things. So yes, I have been sick ever since maybe...the day after the parade? Yeah I think so. Well, my throat hurts and it makes my nose burn and sounds like I have a stuffed up nose even though I really don't. My ears also hurt a lot so I might have ear infections.

In other words, I am sicker than a dog. But hey, look on the brightside, I haven't coughed yet. I hate that, because then I have to take medicine and it's just ugh.

So this is short because I obviously don't feel well.

So Darken Your Clothes And Strike A Violent Pose

2010-06-04T10:34:00.001-05:00

So I went to the parade, you know, the Frontier's Day parade or whatever, and took lots of pictures (of the interesting things) and stood a lot because I can't take pictures sitting on a meatsheet or whatever that thing was.

Before the parade even started, me, Cassidy, and Kenzie decided we wanted some Hawaiian Ice. When we got there the line was longer than I had ever seen a line. So then one of Cassidy's friends comes up to us and starts talking and I'm just standing around bored in the back wondering what time it was because I actually wanted to, you know, watch the parade. So I don't want to interrupt Cassidy so I look behind me and there was this older man who had been eating and whatever. So I ask him what time it is, and he shows his watch to me and says "6:20". I nod and say thanks. WOOAH. MY FIRST SOCIAL INTERACTION WITH AN OLDER MAN. Yeah no it doesn't matter, what does matter is I am terrified of social instances. But I broke that fear all to pieces.

Yay.

Also I didn't get my Hawaiian Ice until like close to the end. Because, after asking mr.watchman what time it was I tapped Cassidy on the back and said "Hey I'm going back, (cue shoving of $2 into Cassidy's hand) get me a Pink Lemonade please." Hey, so I might not have said please. Also I was the only one wearing sunscreen. It. Was. So. Sunny.

Then this younger guy walked past, but stopped in his tracks, like seriously stopped, and said "Hey, nice hat! I like your style/You're stylin!" Because I couldn't discern which he had said. But he was nice, and I was busy looking at my camera and looked up and was all 'wait what' but then I yelled a thank you at the guy.

I always get compliments when I'm out wearing my hats (fedoras). At the store, at parades(apparently), at hospitals, everywhere. Fun fun fun.

Pictures whenever I decide not to be lazy.

Also I got a picture taken with the cow guy who says 'Eat More Chikin'

THAT WAS COOL GUYS. I also handed a random stranger my camera to take said picture.

I'm Feeling Glad, I Got Sunshine In A Bag

2010-06-02T17:46:00.003-05:00

HEY GUYS GUESS WHAT IT'S POETRY WEDNESDAY COOL RIGHT? There is no such thing. But I got bored. So have a free-verse-ish poem and stuff.

Today I saw upon the stair
A man with a blank stare
I asked him 'Why are you here upon my stair?'
But he just stared.

Today I saw the man again
And oh! What a state he was in!
His clothes bedraggled, his face all covered in grime
I asked him 'What has happened this time?'
But all he did was turn away.

Today I saw him once more upon my stair
But I fear he could not stare no more
For his eyes were black as night
And yes, his eyes had lost their bright
I said to him, 'Oh please, oh please, what has happened dear man?'
But all he did was look forward, ahead.

Today I saw him again
I ran up the stair to where he sat
And greeted him with a question
'What have you been doing, dear man?' I said
But he did not look up, nor did he even hear a word I said
I pat his shoulder, expecting a tremor
But instead I felt a river
And saw a river of red

Today I looked for that man
But all I found was a tin can
I picked it up and it said
'In my head, it was you'
I tried to make sense of it, but every thought ended in the perverse
I turned the can upside down
And out fell a coin purse
Inside the coin purse was such a sight, it gave me a fright
On the floor then, when I'd dropped it
Were the man's eyes and ears
And I knew that forevermore, he would not be there.

Yes there you go have an excellent representation of what I think about everyday. What is with this demented personality I'm suddenly having, it's weird.

And what is even happening in this thing? What? You expect me to know?

Also, I'm now in love with the Gorillaz. Why did it take me so long to find out how awesome they were? Plus the music is good.

Right Before You Hit Your Prime

2010-05-31T10:45:00.002-05:00

And I'm proud to be an American, where at least I know I'm free, and I won't forget the men who died, who gave that right to me and I'll proudly stand next to him to defend her still today, 'cuz there ain't no doubt I love this land, god bless the USA. -Lee Greenwood

As I approach the gates of heaven;
St. Peter I will tell;
One more soldier reporting sir;
I've served my time in hell. -Mark Anthony Gresswell

Peace is more important than all justice; and peace was not made for the sake of justice, but justice for the sake of peace. -Martin Luther

We come, not to mourn our dead soldiers, but to praise them. — Francis A. Walker

They are dead; but they live in each Patriot’s breast,
And their names are engraven on honor’s bright crest.
– Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

“Dead upon the field of glory,”
Hero fit for song and story.
– John Randolph Thompason

It is foolish and wrong to mourn the men who died. Rather we should thank God that such men lived. — General George S. Patton

Oh, But The Fire Went Wild

2010-05-30T14:49:00.001-05:00

I'M NOT DEAD GUYS OKAY? Granny's laptop has been out of service (as referenced here) and just yesterday they got the new adapter so I've been a laptop hog. I think we're leaving today? I don't know. Dear God, I've been here forever. I just miss Oliver, nothing else. His life is going by so fast, and here I am loitering around like a numbskull and who even says that word seriously what.

I LOVE YOU OLIVER DON'T HATE ME KAY?

kay.

Hmm. Mom is messing around with my X-box ("no mom you don't press a it just shows up on the side") which she connected her iPod to so now we're listening to country music (i like it, i just don't want to hear it right now) but now that I came back to editing this it's 2:45 and we aren't anymore so I have dumb but important things to say.

First off: My heart is making the sound of ultimate sorrow, such as Inigo Montoya's did when his father died. TONY DEAR GOD WHAT HAVE YOU DONE TO YOUR HEAD. I. Hate. Baldness. Well...not always. Bald can be attractive but...his head is weird shaped. Nobody's head looks like that man. NOBODY. Was he dropped on his head a lot as a child? Why? WHYYYYYYY?

"Dude. Like my do?"
"Can you fly? You got enough LSD to fly. That ain't funny is it?"
Hmm. This just happened.

By the way it's 3:30 and I keep leaving to do things. For a while, everytime I stood up and was going to do something I was stopped by a task someone wanted me to do. THIS IS MADNESS. Also I feel random today and my ear hurts. A lot. But I'll get over it.

OKAY: Uh. Yeah.

Wow. I'm even more disjointed than yesterday. Oh hey, this guy is cute.

Well. That felt pointless. I told you I felt disjointed. You know what? Some day I'm going to start making you guys tell me what songs my titles are from. DO IT NOW.

THIS IS SPARTA.

(and also this is me ending the post.)

I Am The Passenger, And I Ride And I Ride

2010-05-20T10:44:00.000-05:00

(good song guys)
Am I Bi-Polar or something? Thank God mom and dad aren't really easy going or I would have holes in my face today. I don't want snake bites anymore. I probably will tomorrow, but today I can happily walk through a metal detector. Without my earrings in because those are the only ones I have.

In other news: Grandpa took up a big section of carpet in the backroom (aka: b's room, the pink room, my room) and got the nails and stuff out. Whenever we leave I guess he'll take up the whole carpet because he wants hardwood in there. But isn't wood always hard? So why do we call it hardwood? Is it like hardware? The world (or at least me) may never know.

The new door man is coming tomorrow. He's going to be replacing all the ugly wooden doors with white doors. They'll all match and look pretty and stuff.

THE DOORMAN HAS COME.

Yeah I wrote this post a while ago and never finished it because my leg almost caught on fire. "OH THAT'S DESMOND, OH MY LORD!" (granny granny granny. she's watching lost. funny.)

The doorman's name was Stephen, Steven, whatever. And his partner (he brought a second person today) well...I don't know his name. Steven was really nice to Ali and everything, really bright and cheery.

Nameless who came today was sort of ugly, but his attractiveness went up by like 50% when he let Ali sniff him and when he petted Ali and scratched him under the chin. He said he has a Chihuahua as a guard dog and a cat. Yes. Women love men who love animals. So just go rent a dog from the pound for a day and watch how many flock to you!

Umm...Ali had been on a leash for the days they were working here but he's free now. The doors are paneled and three have locks on them. Two small squares at the top, two long rectangles in the middle, and two shorter but still long rectangles on the bottom.

Grandpa went to Target. OH HEY GUYS: I almost died! Well no actually I was nowhere near close to dying but I like to play things up, you see. Well, I was on granny's laptop and the plug started smoking and I was like "HOLY OH MY GOD HELP ME HELP ME HELP ME." so I threw the laptop on the couch and ran away. Mom unplugged it and granny was solely focused on the TV and didn't even hear me yelling bloody murder. So the plug doesn't work and they have to order a new one. I'm on Grandpa's computer wearing down my fingers to little stubs. I hate this keyboard.

My new favorite site: Godchecker.com -Your Guide To The Gods. Mythology with a Twist!

Underwear On The Head, Underwear On The Head

2010-05-17T14:18:00.001-05:00

MY HOPES AND DREAMS HAVE ALL BEEN BURSTED INTO SMITHEREENS. No not really, but today I was hankering (lol who even says this) for some snake bites. You know. Piercings. And an eyebrow piercing. Usually I'm not one for piercings, I only have a pair of ear piercings, but today I have been really wanting some body modifications! Yo I'm hip.
Mom was like "No. Never. Ever. And dad will say absolutely not." Well, I called him (because I have a one track mind once I get onto something) and he said, guess what? ABSOLUTELY NOT MA'AM. Hmph. Yessir.

And yeah, so there. Piercings are not in my immediate future. Or tattoos, although I don't think I would get a tattoo because once you get old...wrinkles galore! No tattoos, no piercings. Until I'm 18 and then maybe a pair of snake bites will be in order.

Generally that's it. And holy...it's only three PM? My life is ending. I think I'm going to die. WHY ARE DAYS SO LONG? Ugh. Life is just too hard sometimes.

But from now on I will live vicariously through Christian, my ultra-stereotypical emo boy. Because it's funny. And it's fun to write someone like that and actually try to make it a person, not a mary sue. I'm actually doing quite well but it was funnier when he was a mary sue. And obviously, since he's stereotypical and emo he has snake bites. duh get your mind working. And an eyebrow piercing which makes me wonder what happens when he goes through a metal detector.