Uttering Nonsense

By the way, I claim this as my intellectual property

2011-06-03T22:27:00.003-05:00

I spend a lot of time thinking of names for things (especially recently, for some reason. Hoo-hah, procrastination!). Books I'm unlikely to write, (containing artfully named characters I'm unlikely to write about. . . I really should try to hone my writing/blogging frequency over the summer. Over the past few months I've had the excuse of being actually busy, but no more. This is going to change.) bands I know for a fact I will never be in, things like that. It's a shame, I think, that all these brilliant titles are put to no use and eventually are forgotten. So for this blog post I'm going to be focusing on the latter.

Decent names for hypothetical bands: (see also this video)

1. Freaky Lemon

Style: Electronic dance-y music, what they play in clubs nowadays.

Additional gimmick: All song titles must include a color. When a song is played in da club, corresponding color strobe lights are flashed.

2. The Pun-ishments

Style: Pun-based musical comedy/parody

Explanation: Por ejemplo, a song called "Bad Hare Day" would be this epic storytelling hard-rock ballad about a rabbit attack. For a converse example of punning, both the title and tune of "Comfortably Numb" would be used, but the lyrics would describe having a tooth pulled.

3. The Electric Collective

Okay, I had originally thought of this just because it sounded cool, and apparently I'm not the only one who thinks so. They're a real band, from Switzerland nonetheless. The Eclectic Collective is even famous enough to have their own Wikipedia page. And here I thought I was clever.

4. Them They Suck

Style: Old-school punk rock

Additional gimmick: The verbal confusion caused by The Who, The The, The Band, etc., plus a hearty sense of self-deprecating humor.

5. Indigo Solitude

Style: Anything moody/indie/suitably hipsterish. The sort of thing that gets put on the soundtrack to a movie featuring Michael Cera. (Note: As with #3, this returned some Google results. It's apparently the title--separated by a slash--of an old Duke Ellington EP.) The words just sound good together.

Thoughts? If any musicianly types are browsing this blog: 1.) Out of curiosity, would you use any of these? 2.) This indicates to me that you are of the Internet nerd/Google-randomly-and-see-where-it-takes-you type, and you identify as musicianly. Marry me now, please and thanks.

The Feasibility of Romance in Mental Institutions

2011-03-19T18:03:00.005-05:00

Teen mental hospital romance is kind of becoming a genre. And, as formulaic as they kind of are, I like them. (More than, say, Sarah Dessen's brand of formulaic-ness.) Examples:

It's Kind of a Funny Story--Ned Vizzini (possibly started this whole thing)

Get Well Soon--Julie Halpern

Recovery Road--Blake Nelson

The first and last are arguably more serious, and the second is the funniest ipso facto the best (did I even use that correctly? Dammit Latin, why do you make things sound better without making any logical contextual sense?). It's so good that I'd kind of like to commit myself because it's gotten in my head that I will meet a cute/unstable boy there. This is probably untrue, I'd be too busy trying to get my shit together to notice any attractive Joey Ramone lookalikes. (More bonus awesome points for this book. Anachronistic music nerdiness FTW.) None of it seems realistic to me, but I wouldn't say no to something like this conversation:

A Sample Dialogue Between Teenaged Crazies

"Hey."

"What're you in for?"

"Bipolar. You?"

"OCD."

"Mmm, sexy. You wanna make out?"

"Sure." *commence kissing* *stop kissing* "Wait, now I have to kiss you six more times or my lips will be unbalanced." (Note that this would either be a fantastic excuse to kiss this hypothetical guy more, or a mortifyingly probable situation.)

Sometimes I do honestly think I have a slew of mental illnesses: OCD, Schizotypal personality disorder, dysthymia. . . (I could go on from here and I know this is mostly irrational and ineffective but I'd venture to guess at least the OCD diagnosis via Dr. Internet is correct) *music plays* The More You Know. Thanks, Google! And then some part of my brain goes "It's hormones, bitch. Get over your damn self, the fictional characters are worse off than you."

On a "this is the Internet"-type level, I also like that I managed to find Julie Halpern's blog (and that it's relatively frequently updated) instead of my only recollection of the author as a person being something like this:

Amanda McPseudonym lives in Wyoming with a pack of wolves and a man she claims is her husband. This is her first novel. You can read more about the book by going to the publishing company's website but you're probably going to forget it in a day and a half anyway. You read it already, what are you nosing around the back cover for? Piss off.

Because, you know, most of them *do* sound like that. Who even writes author blurbs? (. . .to Google!)

Conversion Successful, Achievement Unlocked!

2010-12-17T23:44:00.004-06:00

Remember this charming little anecdote? About that:

I. . .

have created. . .

a fangirl.

"Wait 'til you're eighteen" my ass.

Oh, fun times were had. Will continue to be had. Flinch reflex totally eradicated (Beginning of movie: Shirtless males! Must not see! By the end: Watching with rapt attention). Dancing, line memorization commenced. Also, our own punny/vulgar references to things, declaration of ourselves as Magenta/Columbia respectively.

But, as with anything, the debate of England vs. Japan comes up. Bonded by a mutual love of androgyny/transvestites, parallels were drawn between Dr. Frank and Gackt **for the horribly uninformed: Frank = main character, mad scientist, voice like sex. Gackt = Japanese, pop singer, likes to pretend he's a vampire. I find it disturbing that the icon describes him as "Everybody's playmate". NO JUST NO.** See for yourselves:

The resemblance is uncanny, is it not? Even better examples exist, but they screw with Blogger's formatting.

England wins again, bitches.

To make up for my gloating, I will admit I only know/obsess over aspects of British pop culture, not necessarily geography. I honestly thought Stonehenge was in Chile. (Confused it for Easter Island, which, even so, is not IN CHILE, rather on an island **Hence Easter ISLAND, dumbass** governed by Chile. Whatever. For the recently-neglected video ending segment of this blog, this should be seen by everyone and so I am embedding it here:

"Let's go rub it in a single crippled man's face!" xD

A Definitive Choice and Explanation on What I Will Name My Hypothetical Daughter

2010-11-18T21:09:00.003-06:00

**PRE-Footnote: Yes, this is the topic that made me go completely internally rageballs months ago.**

Re: Title-- Joanne.

Why? 1.) My fantastic(ally insane/amazing/witty/sarcastic/kind) grandmother, who deserves to have a hypothetical small relation named after her hypothetically, and the naming convention is charmingly traditional (though thankfully not applied to me, because then my name would most probably be Lourdes. Eeesh).

2.) Check what day it is. Just check. Apply your knowledge (if any--if none, you should expand upon it, and in the process remove the boulder from your living quarters.) of Harry Potter. Deathly Hallows Part 1 ahhhhg must see why the hell can't it be Friday now I'm jealous of all y'all who get to see it today arrrrrrg. Joanne. Kathleen. Rowling, people. Is kind of goddess of my childhood.

3.) I just like the name Joanne. Admittedly I like Joanna more--some kind of phonetic thing--but hey.

(Secret number 6.) DEATHLYHALLOWSDEATHLYHALLOWSDEATHLYHALLOWSOHMYGODDEATHLYHALLOWS

It's the most wonderful time of the year. . .

2010-11-04T17:01:00.001-05:00

NaNoWriMo, suckers! I'm off to further the process of my going insane. Wish me luck, and I hope your November is awesome.

Embarrassing Story Hiatus-Compensation

2010-10-28T19:49:00.003-05:00

Story time! (Because embarrassment always makes up for not blogging in weeks. Also this may be kind of gross. Enjoy?)

So, up until now I've held a pretty good streak of not vomiting (5-6 years). I've also never been sent home from/been sick at school (absent, yes, and there was that time I got my face busted open on school property, but that's different).

Yesterday, this happened.

Beknownst to me, I'd caught a virus that my brother had had the day before. I was determined to get through as much school as possible, then nobly opt out before the actual sickness began. That didn't work. I was going to go to the nurse during Driver's Ed (because it's easy to make up completely useless busywork. . .), BUT there was a presentation being given by a married couple whose son had been killed by a speeding driver. It seemed inconsiderate to leave in the middle of it, and more importantly, I didn't want to draw attention to myself. DAMN MY CRIPPLING CONSIDERATENESS!

At the beginning of next period, I managed to get to the door and mutter, "May I please go to the nuh"--*heave*--"nuh"--*heave*--"nuh"--*guess*, to the teacher I would have least liked to puke in front of. (Not because of some creeptastic hot-for-teacher thing *IMPORTANT DISTRACTING SIDENOTE: Glee fans, click for the best tumblr you have ever seen in your incomplete life.* **OTHER RANDOM TANGENT: I hate when people say "in your entire life", because your life is clearly not over. There could possibly be better X's to Y in the life you have yet to live.**, just a sort of "EVERYTHING YOU SAY MAKES COMPLETE SENSE THANK YOU FOR EXISTING" way.)

And/but/so, that happened. Then I got to be wheelchaired to the nurse. Which would have been fun, but see previous note about not wanting to attract attention. The end, hope you enjoyed this because in some deep corner of your mind you are a sadist (it's okay, I won't tell), and this specifically didn't happen to you.

(You know the saying "Absence makes the heart grow fonder"? It applies to food. Not only is food essential to life and all that jazz, food is also--usually understatedly, mind you--freaking delicious. Thanks for existing too, food.)

Because, why not?

2010-10-09T04:04:00.002-05:00

My (since I haven't done this in awhile and am looking at FIRST PLACE in the Mr. Linky thing--a MAJOR ACCOMPLISHMENT, of course. . .) Six Words for Six Word Saturday:

don't

care

crazy

(And yes, that's indeed seven. Nonconformists unite.)

A Series of Unfortunately Deep Thoughts as I Search for the Holy Grail

2010-10-08T19:35:00.005-05:00

*FYI: The title is a mishmosh of about 4 different pop-cultural entities. Oh media, how you permeate my consciousness.*

I've started thinking about NaNoWriMo, folks. In order to do it proper seriouslike this time, instead of making a snap desicion on about the 20th of October to just WRITE about WHATEVERTHEHELL because the Internet* was doing it. Granted, it was fun, but not fruitful.

I'm at the library (surprise there. Even when half of my peers in a two-mile radius are cramming themselves into a stadium for some kind of record-breaking-attendance-at-a-high-school-football-game-type thing. OVER ~~NINE~~ AN ESTIMATED TEN THOUSAND!!! No joke.), looking for books**, when this impulse Google (Google is good for impulsive, impatitent people. Options. Answers. Random crap to get distracted by. All at the click of a mouse.***) found its way into the search bar:

"humorous YA fiction books with narrators who have autistic siblings"

Only two books**** were mentioned in the results, both of which I've read and overall kind of disliked. Why I disliked them, I now realize, is because they were not my life on a silver platter (in a silver binding?). Their voices weren't mine. Which isn't any fault of the authors, I'm just particular. So, instead of waiting around for it, I'm setting out to write the fricking Holy Grail of books.

(I.e: A coming-of-age tale very loosely based around my own life, whilst being more interesting/wittier/heartwarming and such. Being issue-oriented but entertaining, and *cough*mostimportantly*cough* being written by me.)

Why not? Write what you know, as they say. And I'll get to write my avatar a love interest plot, the one thing I was decent at in NaNo '09. (Actually, I still have those bits cut-down and stored somewhere. . .it's not plagiarism if you take it from yourself, is it?) Win-win? Yes. I really should hone my narrative skills, 50,000 is 50,000 and other excuses not to be mind-bogglingly creative.

Copious footnote time!

* i.e y'alls, if you found me via the MJ Ning. It's a term of affection. :)

** Currently reading help me, jacques cousteau. Yes, the title is in all lowercase. You know how I feel about these types of things.

*** Call me, Google. My product (service?) placement coupled with my huge audience and clever slogan skills definitely deserves some cash.

**** Rules, and the book that sparked my wrath awhile ago. Though, the latter was more the fault of my English class.

Most Idiotic Question Ever (via me)

2010-09-29T21:09:00.003-05:00

"Did dimes exist before Franklin Delano Roosevelt was president?"

"Yeah. They just said '10 cents'."

*headdesk* Noob self. Almost as bad as Googling "how to adjust side mirrors". (I bet the instructor thought I was stalling. He'd fail me if he knew I wasn't.) (BUT, on the plus side of social-interactions-among-peers for today, Doctor Who was mentioned twice in random conversation, and I saw a different random person reading An Abundance of Katherines. It's like the Internet IRL.)

(Why is half this post in parentheses? Whenever I ask a question like that I always end it with "The world may never know." in my head.)

The Mosh Pit Experimentation

2010-09-17T12:50:00.008-05:00

(Or: My Life Is One Long Gender-Flipped Episode of The Big Bang Theory.)

Condensed version: I have not learned anything academic today. Blasphemous, I know. I HAVE learned, however, that mosh pits are not for me, and that one should never make assumptions regarding. . . well, anything.

Widescreen extended edition-- for people who give a crap:

Even though there was a scheduled half day of school (to fill a meaningless requirement of hours physically in the building), there were no classes. There were 3 "surprise" "presentations", one being basically a pep rally with groups vying to be voted for, to win some ridiculous football-related tradition (it involves a badly reupholstered couch, who knows). Then, a motivational speaker, which was a refreshing change but really. Just really, high school. Then-- mandatory dance partying.

So I did. A mosh pit of sorts (can I even call it that? According to Wikipedia, moshing was generally done violently to rock music, but is now considered a standard form of audience participation--so yes.) formed in the center, with me on the outskirts yet surrounded by friends/people I know and like. Fun timez could now be had, if I wasn't shit at moshing. How can someone be shit at jumping up and down and waving their arms? The only two requirements are a.) a basic grasp on the concept of musical rhythm and b.) enthusiasm.

I rarely possess a.), and in that particular moment I didn't have much of b.). Hence shitiness. So I retreated to the bleachers, and spotted the only person who could have possibly hated this experience more than me, and with whom I could share snarky comments if we were in an area quiet enough for normal human conversation--my best friend, to put it shortly. I've shared little anecdotes involving her on this blog before--and her male counterpart walking towards the exit. Here I foolishly assumed that she was going to the nurse-- for a migraine or something--and he was playing a gentleman and escorting her.

This was not a sufficient occasion to risk personal injury by scrambling down the bleachers again. So I waited. At dismissal, I found the *counterpart* near the door and asked if she was okay. Response (oozing a certain infuriatingly smarmy satisfaction): That she hadn't been to the nurse and they'd been just outside the door talking.

End of story (and oh, so many questions). Editorial time! (Note if you're reading this and may be offended: What's taken you? ;) I read you on DevianTart.)

I'm all conflicted. I'm happy for her being happy even if it's with a guy I can't stand, andbutso I also take it as a personal failure that she has Asperger's and is more relationshippily advanced than I am.

Crap, my life just turned into Big Bang Theory. Big Bang Theory minus the doctorates. And replace references to Marvel Comics with various manga and Star Trek with Doctor Who. THEN my life is EXACTLY pretty much parallel to it. This makes me Leonard (sorry if my pop culture reference is alienating, but I'm kind of currently in love with it.). Sigh. Enjoy whatever I can find to put here:

Reintroduction. (You may just want to skip this one, honestly)

2010-09-10T16:01:00.003-05:00

Hello!

Again.

Did you miss me, universe? I MISSED you. I haven't blogged since the last day of August. Which was a long time ago, in blog-years. I am ill.

Transitions, I have none. Carrying on. . .

I don't know why I used the word "ill", other than the fact that it sounds more proper. I don't know why I'm worrying about sounding proper in a blog, but so I am. Being ill is unpleasant, as I am sure I do not need to tell you all. My throat is absolutely raw, meaning, while I do have the next 2 days to squander watching Youtube videos and drinking tea, I cannot laugh at said Youtube videos (or really anything) lest I bring upon myself MOAR PAIN. Pain = Bad. Laughter = Good. (Metaphorical MEDICINE, even.)

Laughter ≠ Pain.

(look, I used a math symbol!)

Blargh, says the apathetic pirate.

. . .

Look, cats!

BEDA

2010-08-01T19:53:00.001-05:00

Blog

Every

Day

August

. . .is what I'm planning on doing. Here. Rather than remember to cross-post (on days other than Tuesday and Saturday, when I'd have to cross-post to yet another blog), I'm just going to leave this up here for the month, and anyone who wants to can stalk me over there. Oh, and this also means I'm not going to manically manipulate the layout until September, so there's a plus? I've sufficiently promoted this blog there, so if you're here from there, thanks for coming. :D There's more interesting stuff down below.*

* That's what she said.

FIPOGI:

The picture is pretty, and a pun. Alliteration yay.

New stuff and schizophrenia (back to normal...)

2010-07-30T12:28:00.005-05:00

New background! And stuff. In progress. Two-word fragments!

Okay, enough of that. I'm a bit disappointed in the background, because it looks much better full-screen (I'm assuming. Even maximized Safari doesn't show all of it. But it's in the proportion that leads me to the conclusion that there's nothing inherently wrong with it, I just can't see all of it. I was partially right. It looks marginally better. Pun not--you know what, screw it. I'll just let you think the pun was intended even though I had to re-read that sentence to notice that it could be considered punny. I'm leaving it).

Curse you, Alex, for planting this idea in my head! I was going to change it soon anyway, though. The old background was kind of drab and looked like it was from a scrapbook. Not that I have anything against scrapbooking. I didn't really like it to begin with, it just reminded me of pajamas. I don't know why I'm angsting over this, because I'm just going to spend hours tweaking/rearranging the layout anyway. **I WIN, bitch. You said that when you started this and then you spent the whole day obsessed with baking cookies. Hypocrite.** Come back later and it will be perfect, I promise. (Oh, anal-retentive self with hours to squander on the Internet, how I've missed you.

Functional self with a desire for human interaction: **Maybe I didn't miss you, bitch.**

**Must you punctuate your sentences with "bitch"?**

**It's for emphasis, bitch. It's necessary to make my point. Anyway, weren't you enjoying it?**

**Why the hell did you italicize that? It looks suggestive.**

**Because I knew you'd think that.**

**Isn't this a tad schizophrenic?**

**Eh, schizotypal. There is a mild difference, bitch.**

**That's getting old. But, this is just an exaggeration for the benefit of the readers. . .**

**You think anyone read all this, bitch?**

Anyway, that was yesterday. I got ravaged by mosquitoes in the middle of the night--despite sleeping inside and with closed windows, I might add--and today I'm going to read and bake cookies. More accurately, heat cookie dough, but whatever.

Because you've read to the end of this: (Or you've skipped to the end. Or you were going to read my last post and this caught your eye, because it's a picture at the end of a bunch of text, because that's what you're accustomed to looking at by now. . .)

Movie Recommendations

2010-07-28T16:35:00.001-05:00

So. I haven't blogged in forever, I am alive, you may or may not have missed me. I've been doing things. Talking endlessly and eating chips and being generally sociable. With a nerdy and who I have also known for a while and who lets me forget his name and he could possibly also even be the love interest in a Sarah Dessen book and even though I think those books are sappy wish fulfillment I like that he is like that guy, even. ('nerdy' here being a requirement, not a detraction) This is good. But I enjoy being a recluse.

Because I have no original ideas, here's (the middle of) a conversation held with the near-exclusive purpose of creating an awkward situation (again). (some parts edited for reading audiences. Guess the film based on the descriptions. Should be easy if you've seen it. If not, the descriptions are the fun of it. Consider this a recommendation.)

*long discussion resulting in the fact that the perceived quality of movies is directly proportional to the number of times you see them*

Rena: "My mom's one of those people who've seen [title] like 50 times..."

N/Conservative mother of T: *disdainful* "That's a cult."

R: *turning to confused T* "It's really just a charming musical-comedy slash parody about a wholesome fifties couple. . .

T: *blank face*

". . . except that almost everyone ends up killed or raped. . ."

*squick face*

". . . by a cross-dressing sex-starved mad-scientist alien. . ."

*WTF?!??-face*

". . . who is in turn killed by his incestuous alien servants. Dancing, yelling and throwing things are encouraged."

T: *laughter* "I have to see this movie."

N: "Not until you're 18."

Is every bit as weird as it sounds. The awesome kind of weird.

Manly Showering Techniques

2010-07-09T22:20:00.002-05:00

**VERY IMPORTANT: This entry is nowhere near as wrong as the title makes it sound. It made sense in my head. Having a moderately perverted mind while at the same time being unable to think about things before I say/type them is problematic.**

There's a name for (and a country associated with) the way I shower. And I don't know how to feel about that.

Backstory: I am not a morning person. The only way I've figured out to snap myself into functioning like a human being at six in the morning is to shower most of the way with a reasonable temperature maintained, and then force it to as cold as possible for the last 20 seconds. It is unpleasant. That's the point. There is no way in hell I can think about how it's six in the morning and that sucks and that I'm probably going to go back to bed. Because I would, if I were thinking about that and not an egregiously long string of profanities.

I've been doing this for a while and today I decided to see if I might be slowly killing myself in the process (because DAYUM that's what it feels like). Google knows everything. The second result for "hot to cold shower benefits" is from artofmanliness.com. (It's huge. *Heh, the manliness is huge. Heheheheh...** The WEBSITE, I mean. There are many articles on how to become more manly/subjects of interest to serious manly men. And probably beard grooming. I didn't care to look further, I just found it amusing. Amusing that such a website exists, and that I--of all people--shower like a badass/scotsman/James Bond/man. Irony FTW. Are all the James Bonds Scottish? Annnd, with that statement I have reestablished my girliness. Sean Connery is Scottish, I know that, but there's been like 20 of them. Like the Doctor but without the pseudoscientific reasoning and fictional species-ness. Or James Bond is a Time Lord. Yeaaah...) and there are. Including improved circulation, energy and mood. And sperm. Yeah.

The Tune Is Lovely But The Lyrics Are Disturbing (part 1 in a series)

Ann M. Martin: Killer of Dreams

2010-07-08T17:24:00.006-05:00

Hello, interwebs! Long time no blog and all that. . . (The last 5 or so times I tried to start a blog post like that I just abandoned it halfway through. . . I haven't said anything of reasonable note in two weeks, coming back from this little hiatus is going to be awkward regardless of if anyone reading this cares. My skills in expressing coherent/complete/relevant ideas have vanished. I try to be witty/interesting/thoughtful on the Internet if for no other reason than that I frequently lack those abilities in reality, so whenever I write a blog like this that's completely awful and then made worse by the fact that I'm lengthening it only by pointing out its flaws, I see it as a personal failure. . .and dear god that was a run-on. Okay, actual topic commence! Rid this horrible, almost-entirely-in-parentheses paragraph of its awkwardness and self pity! This would be better if you read it in your head with the voice of someone who works at a Renaissance fair with an affected English accent! Huzzah!)

I LOVED The Baby Sitters Club books as a kid--"kid" in this instance meaning "absurdly younger than the target demographic"; they were pure wish-fulfilment for a 9 year old. Here's the lesson I saw in them: "By the time you're 13--i.e in THE DISTANT FUTURE--, small naive child, you will be independent, responsible, and organized. Enough that adults will trust with the lives of their small, naive children! And you will have a super awesome, very large group of friends! And loads of free time in which to supervise children! By choice! There will also be guys! Whom you will use even MORE of your endless free time to date! And it's gonna be TOTALLY AWESOME!

. . .

None of this happened.

At least, not to the extent or in the time period I was expecting. Independent? Responsible? Organized? PAH! The care of other children? I didn't care about them, nor was I particularly capable. Friends? Some. Free time (choosing for it to be spent babysitting, no less)? Hellz naw. Seventh grade is the freaking hardest thing ever when you're still in it. Dating? What are you even talking about? The only girls who dated in middle school were kind of slutty. Or maybe I was just bitter.

In conclusion, I realize most of the books I read were written circa 1989, different times and such, but come ON, Ann M. Martin. You cannot make adolescence sound this cool.

Why in the world is this entertaining?

Anyway, enjoy!

Early Blog (6WS)

2010-06-26T06:29:00.002-05:00

Good book makes all-nighter equal conquest.

PS: (Yeah, that was how I spent my Friday night.)

PPS: Booknerd pride.

How Toy Story Scarred My Childhood

2010-06-24T15:11:00.002-05:00

Toy Story 3 was awesome. Epic in the traditional, non-overused-on-the-Internet sense. It made my dad (and everyone else in the theater) cry, and it kept Evan's attention. Both difficult things, at least in terms of movies. I'm probably going to see it again, it is That. Good. As it should be, taking 11 years...

The first movie kind of scarred me, though. Not "scared", emotionally scarred. I cannot remember the period of time in my life I had not seen Toy Story. I cannot remember ever owning a humanoid toy. These are related. The eyesss, they watch. Every toy (minus stuffed animals) is alive and has feelings and actions and can, if mistreated, effectively KILL YOU IN YOUR SLEEP (or, y'know, so I thought. Past tense). I only extended this to dolls/plastic things, because they were the only type of toy in the movie (and if I was forced to either live in fear of or get rid of my massive collection of stuffed animals I would die).

3 fixes this logic. Thank you for that, movie. A film managed to make me feel almost guilty over the treatment of my inanimate possessions. Not exactly guilty, but curious. Knowing that these things have an opinion of me is nervous-making. I think I was a pretty okay (if strange... I didn't even really play with them--or other kids for that matter, probably explaining my aversion to social activities--I slept with a mountain of them... stuffed animals, I mean. And you probably knew that but now I'm just distracting myself in this parenthetical statement...) owner, but it's more just the "having an opinion of me" part.

Aforementioned hoard has dwindled, but I still have ones I've either won or been given as gifts. I don't know why I feel compelled to keep gifts, but I never win things. They (Shalom, Orange, Cupcake, Oliver, and Mei... I still know the exact dates/occasions I won them, too.) are my trophies, dammit. I know "never" is disproved by that list, but consider that I will never win an actual sporting trophy in my life. And that those five are the work of 8 or 9 years of carnivals.

At first I thought that 3 was the darkest/most depressing of the trilogy, but the other two are pretty on par with it. Holy. Crap. But that's what makes these movies compelling, there are things you only notice upon repeating viewing years apart. Other example: I honestly thought the movie Drop Dead Fred was a fever dream until a few months ago. I saw it at my cousin's house (I think), while I was sick and falling asleep sporadically. I was young and impressionable and only aware of the psychotic leprechaun. (Imagine what would happen if Willy Wonka took amphetamines with Mountain Dew, was allowed to swear, and was placed in functioning society. Bwahahaha.) But Google knows everything, so I was able to plug in seemingly random words and come up with an actual movie. Re-watching, fully conscious: Childish (still really funny, I'll admit. :P), yeah, but sad. Not, "Let's pity the obviously mentally ill woman" sad, but sad. My explanation makes no sense.

EDIT: It's being remade. >:P At least Russell Brand is English...

Why I Like Wikipedia

2010-06-23T22:02:00.003-05:00

No matter how pointless/informal/random the subject is, it just sounds like Wikipedia. And it provides a blog topic with little research and even less thought, while remaining Wikipedially educational.

Examples: here, here, here, here, and just because I like odd numbers: here.

That is all.

Starts Out -ish And Gets Progressively... Moreso.

2010-06-21T00:58:00.007-05:00

Ehhh, so it's late. It'll probably say I posted this on Sunday (err, really early Monday. I don't count days as starting from midnight, they start when I wake up. There has to be sleeping to distinguish them in my mind). I don't know. I'm always up at these ungodly hours (actually, why does "ungodly" in that phrase just mean "I should not be up at"? It's very godly. Seriously, I'm listening to Godspell--because I hate silence when I'm browsing websites and stuff without sound, so I tab YouTube and just listen. I'm good at multitasking. I choose this because it's awesome. *stops blogging for Alas For You.* Jesus snaps and beats up a (symbolic-)robot. And then all the quiet/depressing parts. Whoo. (If not awesome, distracting. I need distracting, my stomach feels weird. Like I don't know if it hurts because I'm hungry or because it legitimately hurts mildly. Or both, so either way it's a lose-lose. Rar. Will eating something make it better or worse? Whatever, I'm just going to eat because I like food.)

Paragraph breaks, I should add some.

I don't know what to add after the paragraph break. Damn On The Willows is sad. *food break*

*television break*

*sleep-esque break*

Okay, so, food = WORSE-MAKING. Suffice to say I spent most of the early-morning hours in my bathroom staring at the ceiling. I managed to not vomit, because my brain likes winning more than my stomach likes not feeling gross. I have not thrown up in over 4 years. I want to uphold that streak, and I also hate throwing up. It's hard not to notice everything when you're confined to a small room with nothing else to do except not puke and notice things. My mother has hung a huge framed poster for Big Top Pee Wee (usually italics are the right thing to do to movie titles, just because. But these italics have the added function of questioning my mother's sanity. Really?) hanging on the wall over the toilet. Staring at it is not fun because it's like he's watching you, dammit.

I haven't seen this movie, but in character he reminds me of a cheerful pedophile, and out of character he got arrested for wanking in public. . . so yeah. And, this came out in 1988. When my mom was 27. It's a movie for children, apparently. *Wikipedias* The plot summary makes no sense. Whatsoever. Most things, though, if they are trying to be explained, sound horrible/make no sense whatsoever. I shouldn't judge, I'm the one who was talking about what could best be described as "ZOMG Afro-Superman-Jesus! Awesomely 70s everything!". Campy movies usually turn out to be pretty entertaining, though.

Anyway, here's something that made me laugh, stolen from Allie's blog I linked to before. I've read almost all of her posts, I wish I knew about this blog when it wasn't famous because I would gladly sell cookies door-to-door for her. Or tattoo the URL onto a koala. I'd feel useful (and cool because I knew about an unknown blog). But it doesn't need that kind of promotion anymore. Whatever, here's the picture:

Nevermind, the picture is huge. Go here if you want (it's old, but I love the caption).

Awkward and Awesome Other Blog FUN!

2010-06-17T21:12:00.004-05:00

Hello. [hell-oh-- if you don't know how to pronounce it I don't know what the hell I'm going to do with you.] (noun.) The most basic greeting in the English language, it could really be the beginning of any conversation or statement:

a.) Hello. I just shot your neighbor's daughter and raped her bloody corpse, do you have any stain removal products I could borrow?

b.) Hello. I'm a pirate. I also have free Oreos. Would you like some?

I'd pick the second one, but this is all beside the point. What *I* mean to say is, hello, thank you for wasting your time reading this blog. Let's continue.

You see, "let's continue" implies that no more time should be wasted because there is an IMPORTANT POINT to get to. There isn't. I've been rearranging the blog sidestuffs a bit, deleting the people who never update their blogs and once again marveling at how I follow tons of blogs chronicling the lives of small children.

ANYWAY. . .

Speaking of children, here's an awkward conversation I'd like to preserve for future generations--if there *are* any. *rubs hands conspiratorially*

*End of a long, long car ride, inhabited by me, my close-enough-to-be-weird-and-somewhat-offensive-to friend and her aunt*

A: *breaking long silence* "Sooo, what do you girls want to be when you grow up?"

T: *quick and assured* "Forensic pathologist."

R: *it was hot. I was not going to bullshit through whatever sounded good, rather, I was dryly honest and thought it best to always finish with humor. Aunt is not familiar with my sense of humor* "Erm, something English-y. You know. I want to just stay in school for as long as I can, so I don't have to get an actual job. And then, like, become a starving poet-activist who lives off cookie dough and ramen noodles. Or travel. Travel is cool. . . I could go to Uganda undercover as a missionary and hack up babies for their limbs."

A & T: *stunned back into silence. T at least half-laughing internally. Probably.*

I'm not going to lie, I reveled in that silence. I like confusing and/or disturbing people. In truth, only the last sentence of that was purely facetious. Cookie dough and poetry = funtimez. Real work and responsibility and having to cook food = NOTFUNTIMEZ. Of course, I must deliberately acknowledge at this point that I'm writing this at 15, things change, I could very well morph into a responsible adult with a college degree and a clear plan for my life/how I'm going to make money, et cetera et cetera. . . Another conversation that gives more evidence to the "living in a shopping cart" future for me, same people:

*part of a discussion of hypothetical names for hypothetical children*

A: "Oh, I love the name Phoebe. Or Bianca. Or Lola."

R: "The last two are strippery. Depends on the middle name though."

T: "I'm going to name my daughter either Skylar or Kaylee."

R: "Ugh. Don't do that to a child, please. They don't sound like names, all "Y"-y and "Ee"-y. Too trendy."

T: "And you like?"

R: "Long, melodic names that sound Victorian English-y, or that start with vowels: Elizabeth, Violet, Lillian, Catherine, Abigail, Amelia... stuff like that."

T: "I don't know what I'd do if I had a son, boys' names aren't as pretty."

R: "This is assuming you ever have kids..." *adultlike restraint shown by using this ending instead of "if a guy ever knocks you up" in front of staunchly religious aunt*

A: *empathetic and firm* (read: scary) "You will. You both will."

This was the point where I wanted to stomp my feet in defiance. Or at least politely inform her that I do not want kids. Seriously. I mean, maybe, but committing it to a "will" freaks me out. Especially having that commitment verbalized by someone who is not me. It's not 1950, go childless females! And Ramen! But I (again, showing responsible, smart restraint) picked this as the time to shut up.

Anyway, instead of FIPOGI or anything at the end, just go here. Hilarious blog with crazy awesome drawings. Better than mine by far.

Questions!

2010-06-11T14:10:00.005-05:00

List! (Single! Word! Exclamations!)

--In "Eenie Meenie Miney Mo", is it "eenie *point* meenie *point*" or "ee *point* nie *point*"?

--Did Greg (y'know... the yellow Wiggle) die of lupus or something?

--Is there a job that entails only the naming of colors of paint, or does that fall to the person who created the color?

--What's the best way to move (and extract coins from) a 35 year old gigantic glass jug?

--Why is it so bleeding hot?

--Did I seriously just use the word bleeding to describe something other than a wound? Yes.

--Why do the British have better curses(/interjections/whatever)? I could have used "freaking" in the same context with the same meaning, why does "bleeding" sound better? I pick up these phrases when I watch British television, particularly late at night, actually, and a lot from my mother. Accents. For no reason. It's how we roll. Moreso in mock-shouty situations.

--Why, come summer, do I have as much motivation and energy as an impregnated gnu?

--Did I seriously just use "impregnated gnu" as a descriptor? Yes.

--Why, when there are 3 coins in my presence, must I arrange them into a Mickey Mouse shape? I hadn't even noticed this until I stared at my desk in impregnated gnu-state for 5 minutes.

--Do these questions even really matter to people other than me who may have been under the unfortunate assumption that the questions mentioned in the title would be somewhat intelligent and thus chose to waste time reading this?

--Will any of the non-rhetorical questions in this list be answered? (*Googles*... Nope, Greg's alive. Yaaay. There's one.)

--Should I stop now? Yes.

Hometown SHAME.

2010-06-09T13:47:00.002-05:00

Seriously, guys?

The whole country, really?

What?

Elmhurst, Illinois (whoop whoop here. Yeah. This was too weird not to disclose my location for.) is the number one town in the ENTIRE UNITED STATES to search for porn on the Internet. I'm sad. Also creeped out. Also adding this to the list of reasons I really want to get the fuck out of here for college. Which is a shame, I've heard it's a good school but I want to leave more than I value my higher education I suppose. Damn that's creepy though.

So... yeah. That's this town's claim to fame. Great. A (up until now) nice, little, respectable predominately white upper-middle-class (read: BORING. AS. HELL. Nice enough but like, Upper Leadworth bad. Wait, does that town actually exist? It sounds enough like it does. And it's foreign. Will I stop with the Doctor Who references? Nope. Give me the Illinoisan equivalent of frozen TARDIS of death, kthnx.) Chicago suburb, which is now famous for it's pervs.

Thanks a lot.

(BUT, Utah has the highest porn subscription rate, if this diagram is reliable. Pick on Utah.)

FIPOGI:

This isn't so much funny as it is just palate cleanser. Enjoy.

Good Television Inspires Hypocrisy

2010-06-08T14:21:00.006-05:00

A strange phenomenon I've witnessed (Rule Of Three counts as witnessing enough to note...) recently. The following (very much recurring) conversation, Tuesdays, 9:04 pm:

R: "Hel--"

M: *genuinely irritated* "I'm just calling to tell you it made me cry, and I'm never watching this fucking show again. I mean it. Goodbye." *hangs up*

This is regularly proved to be hypocritical, so the rationale offered is something like "I was only going to watch the beginning but then they did BARBRA, so I had to." (thus proving the theory that the only people who watch Glee **The finale is tonight ZOMG!!1!one!** **UPDATE: Phone call received. I cried a little too though, so in my mind it's justified.** are teenage girls, their mothers, and gay men. We've also managed to convert my grandma.) Similar conversation between my mother and me, (but she was basically narrating...) regarding some extreme medical procedures show:

D: "Awww, LOOK at that thing! It's gone almost all the way through his head! Auugh, how the hell are they going to remove that? Why am I watching this?"

R: "Because you're a depraved sadist who can't bring yourself to inflict pain on others, so instead you rely on equally sadistic television producers to broadcast it for your sick entertainment?"

D: *suspiciously laughing tone* "Ohhh my God that must hurt! GROSS! Look. LOOK!"

R: "Why? You just said it was gross."

D: "But it's science."

And to round out the rule of three, this is most of my own thought process during any given episode Doctor Who. It is within the realm of my physical ability to just stop watching this, but will I? Naw, of course not. I could/should spare myself quite a bit of confusion (Time and ensuing traversing of it is complicated. Crazy awesome British humanoid alien regularly saves universe, interchangeable companions, from various monsters. Everyone/thing else dies. With a screwdriver that looks like a laser pointer that can do things beyond the capabilities of either of those two objects.), fright (no, I am still not over this.), even tears on a few occasions (Father Octavian, damn.), but it's compelling and enjoyable. I can't credit science or musical obsession, it just IS.

FIPOGI: (scratch that, since it's almost 8 and I can't find anything on Google Images worth pilfering, NEW ACRONYM TIME! Video Of Current Ear Worm, henceforth known as VOCEW. Songs get stuck in my head, I feel it's my duty to *share* them. You're welcome. :))

VOCEW:

Seinfeldian Observations (Or, the blog earns its name)

2010-06-03T12:15:00.003-05:00

NOTE: Shortly before starting this post I was called upon to Google the spelling and meaning of Taekwondo (one word, yes, and it's spelled right, automatic spellcheck). Thought you should know that it's the national sport of South Korea and has been an Olympic sport since 2000 under WTF regulations. Hah.

(Maybe the Internetz have corrupted me, but What The Fuck regulations sound a lot more interesting than World Taekwondo Federation regulations, wouldn't you agree?)

Anyway, I pose a question:

Is there any way to scientifically prove the benefits of stripy toothpaste? Does each stripe have a specific function, or is it just general toothpaste colored into bands? (Which would be a clever marketing ploy, but would probably result in lawsuits...) The twisted together stripes in the center of the cap also kind of turn a light purplish, which in theory if mass produced would have the same results, but be more visually appealing. In my opinion.

And just because that point needs more informational nonsense to go along with it:

HAPPY CHIMBORAZO DAY!

Chimborazo is a volcano in Ecuador, its claim to being-famous-enough-to-have-its-own-holiday is that it pokes farther out into space than any other mountain on EARTH. Yeah. The BOLD makes it look awesome. Wouldn't the mountain with this title be Mt. Everest, though? Unless because it's in Ecuador it's not weighed down by snow or the atmosphere is thinner because it's warmer. I don't know. I don't write the facts (or even throughly research them), people, I just steal them from the Internet. **Disclaimer: Of course, I just mean in the context of blogs, not important schoolwork related pursuits. This is not to say I don't value the importance and informationalness of this blog... ;)**

FIPOGI!

Why I'm Tired.

2010-06-02T10:53:00.006-05:00

(Incredibly stupid and avoidable reasons ahead!)

So. I'm trying to blog at 11 in the morning, just because I'm awake and this counts as carpe-ing diem, no? Yes. Yes it does. One problem with that...

less than six hours of sleep. Fun. Recap:

In keeping with my unreasonable summer schedule of wakefulness and unconsciousness, I was awake and very frankly kind of bored at 1 in the morning. Instead of going to bed like a normal person, I decided to catch up on Doctor Who (and was getting all excited because I hadn't seen it in weeks... ah, the rare occasion my social life interferes with my nerdy pursuits-- viva el on demand, sí). Sure. Fine. Overall, creepy yet throughly enjoyable and awesome. Except that it was raining, hard. Thunder, lightning, et cetera. Sure, fine. . .

The major plot involved sentient angel statue things that can only move (/thus effectively kill people...) when they aren't being seen, have the power or energy or whatever to flash lights, and can also inhabit people's minds and come out of screens. Great. Important facts:

1. I am a very easily frightened person.

2. There is an ongoing thunderstorm.

3. The Weeping Angels are pretty much the fucking scariest things ever.

*cue light-flicker, 20 second power outage*

*. . .*

I died a little.

Things I Should Do, Preferably Soon

2010-05-31T19:16:00.004-05:00

1. Publish some blogs, I have a dozen drafts of posts that never wound up getting published even though they contain points I'd like to blog about eventually, so I should devote some time to editing them/lengthening them. Eventually.

2. Clean my closet. Much like with the first one, I've started a few times but never finished. I operate around this under the Mantra Of True Lazy Slobs: "As soon as I finish, it'll get disorganized again, so what's the point?" Oh, look. A *random noun at the end of this set of asterisks that is implied as being in my line of sight and has thus distracted me, proving to the Internet via the *action stars* how easily distractible I am. I may or may not be exaggerating my distractibility level, but you'll never know if you're just reading this, now will you? Fantastic, my asterisk-actions have gone all meta again, this is turning into insane babbling, yet I've suckered you into reading it. You really shouldn't have started. In fact, go back to the beginning of this tangent and just don't read it at all. You have my permission.*

3. Wow, I realize how damn vague the title of this is, so I could list hundreds of goals such as "Remember to blink occasionally when staring at computer screen" "Eat" "Uncross legs because left foot is currently falling asleep" et cetera... "soon" is too subjective. I suppose I mean "hopefully in the course of the next week but probably extended to the entire summer".

Aaaaand this is a wonderful demonstration of why I cannot set goals. I find a way around my own goals. I want to accomplish them but I don't. This may be my subconscious differentiating the really important goals from the ones I just *think* I want/have to do, or my subconscious is a lazy asshole. I'm going with the latter.

I'm entirely aware of a.) how whiny and pointless this is, b.) how sadly ironic it would be if I drafted this and never posted it. So, I am c.) totally ignoring a.) in favor of eliminating b.) and accomplishing point 1.

I've barely edited this. . . think of it as a raw glimpse into my scatterbrained mind. Aren't you glad you don't have to live here? :D

FIPOGI!

I kind of want to be an elderly Austrian man just so that I could do this to my facial hair.

Summer! (Or, Cake at a Funeral)

2010-05-26T15:37:00.005-05:00

It.

Is.

Summer.

Eff Yeah.

What I'm Probably Going to Do All Summer:

Sleep during unreasonable hours.

Eat food with no regard for time-appropriacy. (Croutons and ranch dressing for breakfast!)

Watch movies. (This part doesn't have anything to do with summer, just gives me more time to devote to it.) Memorize them, possibly. (This, of course, is summer-centric. Boredom and juuuust the right amount of OCD, a quotes/trivia addiction, heat and the time in which to do this? I will.)

Read. (Again, for fun. With more time. There's also some school-required summer reading, which leads me to my next point: . . .)

In Which My Plan Actually Works

What's been keeping me from reading Pride and Prejudice for a while has been the following logic: "We're going to be forced to read that at some point. It's so school-y, yet it sounds awesome. Who is this Darcy fellow, and why does he inspire such literary lusting? Might as well wait it out and be surprised then."

Oh, lookie. Two birds flying parallel to each other. I have a stone. Guess how many of the metaphorical birds end this tale dead? Two.

I win.

The Social Acceptableness of Mixing Sad Occasions with Cake

Think about it. Your loved one has just died (hypothetically). Which do you want more right now, to wallow in your own misery, or eat cake? I'd choose cake. (I've been to 3 funerals in my life. Actually, one was a memorial service. And the other was a wake. And the real one was when I was six. None for anyone particularly close to me, either. What do I know?) And yet no one has combined the two. Or have they? *Googles* Alright so they have. It's an Amish thing though. The dead person's relatives were given food (including sometimes cake, which they had their own recipe for, like everything Amish) by their friends/neighborhood/Amish community so they didn't have to cook in their time of mourning. How sweet. But that's not what I'm talking about. Say someone dies. Their immediate family is presumably pretty damn depressed. Make them a cake. Not a sympathy cake, don't frost words onto it, that's cheesy. Their favorite flavor of cake, just give it to them to do with whatever they want. Cake makes people happy. Or at least is a comforting type of food, don't you think?

An unrelated video about Hitler being a painter that segues into cake/death. Maybe this is why I love Eddie Izzard. Our segueing technique is similar. And he is British. And unexplainably attractive.

Things Which Keep My Brain From Melting

2010-05-17T19:15:00.004-05:00

Ahhh, I haven't blogged in so long. Every attempt at explaining WHY I haven't blogged in so long prior to this has turned into just completely awful nonsense, and I'm not going to try to make much of a point with this particular post except to say I might not be blogging as frequently here because brain-comsuming finals are-- as their name suggests-- consuming my brain. So, having run out of coherent thoughts for today, I present you with various distractions:

Nerd rap. Yeah. w00t.

Are you scared for your sanity yet? VEGETABLES!!!

Hooray, physical violence!

Horrifyingly adorable, this is.

. . . xD. If you haven't seen this movie, I suggest you fix that.

Pants vs. Shakespeare

2010-05-07T19:58:00.005-05:00

I know I haven't blogged here in a while, sooo...

HAPPY NO PANTS DAY!

Not that I participated. Just thought you should know. I wonder if this is international, sort of a "make of it what you will" situation. Because in the UK/other English-speaking foreign lands possibly, "trousers" and "pants" are not synonyms. (I've watched enough britcoms to have figured this out... See? Television is educational, children. *nods knowingly*)

Aaaaannd that's why I haven't blogged. Because now the first post will be THIS instead of a brilliantly deep quote-related blog. **side, since I'm thinking about it: There are certain words that I will always pronounce with a British accent, whether in my head or in speech. Words include: (1.) Any Shakespearian preposition e.g "hast" "wilt" "dost" "thou/thine/thy etc. archaic words that I use to just be melodramatic. (2.) Brilliant-- referring either to exceptional smartness or an intensified version of "good" and (3.) Rubbish. Just. . . rubbish. (4.) Others I use sporadically but am lumping under this number that I can't think of, because there are a lot more than that. I like having an excuse to speak with any accent, it just so happens that my "British" accent is the one I perceive as best. And it's fun. I'm a lunatic, but I'm happy.** There was no point to this except to ease my own carefully-crafted bloggy-guilt, and as you can tell by now this blog is about nothing in particular. Yet I've suckered you into reading it, so let us continue:

Ummm.

Would you like a cookie?

No I didn't make them. I thought they were cool. Thank you, Google Images, for providing VIRTUAL REWARDS. Nomnomnomnom.

"There is nothing so self-righteous nor so right as an adolescent imagination."

2010-04-28T15:27:00.004-05:00

(The above: a quote from the wonderful Stephen Fry, who is probably better at most things than a vast majority of people, but who is too polite to say so. And whose voice sounds like *insert simile here*... I am in love with it. That is all. Anyway, besides being eloquently written and beautiful, it's true. I found it on Wikiquote, which I also love, and have been searching for free access in some way to the autobiography it is from. Which, given his style of writing and my obsession over biographies, should be superb.)

The longer version of this quote (I'm paraphrasing. And over-dramatizing. And adding bits that apply to me that I see as universal.) is that all teenagers by nature have somewhat the self-perception of "Nonconformity! Yay! I am an individual, a loner; society is flawed and I'm the only one who can see it. Woe be to they who cannot see above the world they all live in, but I am awesomer than them. If they don't like me, screw 'em. I CAN and I MUST fix this for the good of everyone else. If, in that process, I cease to be a nonconformist, then I am nobly willing to do so. And then they will love me, because I have inspired deep thoughts within the very rawness of their souls and illuminated them to the error of their ways. I CAN and I MUST leave a permanent scar of triumph on the beautiful face that is humanity. *humble bow* *thunderous applause*"

Which is also true. Personally... yeah, it's true. Just because I'm aware of this doesn't mean I'm going to change it. It's probably a violently skewed view of my role in the universe, but this is derived from necessity. Reality is a heartless bitch. It's incredibly probable that I may amount to nothing significant in the big picture of things, history, the world, et cetera. Graduating from U of I with a BA in English, writing, getting published occasionally and having a part-time job at an indie bookstore/coffee shop but being a virtual unknown. (Or worse, which very literally frightens me. The words "Wal-Mart" and/or "desk job" come up.) But I am very important in my own universe, glancing into the universes of people I know from time to time. Seeing how small I am, now in particular, would make my head explode. I acknowledge this, and then gratefully crawl back into my hole of informed nonconformity.

I often make light of how *awful* my life is and how when I am famous, yet educated and traveled and philanthropic and living as a recluse in a cabin in Wyoming somewhere, watching snow fall non-picturesquely (because pretty snow is cliche), and grayly and dimly ponder the light flurries of February in Wyoming whilst typing on a secondhand vintage typewriter the ensuing memoirs encompassing this period of time in my life will be dramatically heart wrenching and inspiring and all the other adjectives truly good memoirs actually are. This is partly to be satirical of all the other teenage stereotypes, and partly because it's something I desperately want.

So, did that just inflate my ego a little? Of course. Stephen Fry used the word "right" whilst describing something applicable to me.

FIPOGI:

A Soapbox-Sadie Six Words

2010-04-17T20:19:00.002-05:00

It's 6WS! So, my six words:

Good judgement: proofreading posts while calm.

The explanation for this is I wrote a particularly long and curse laden and incoherent blog post ranting on about people who underestimate/mislabel kids with autism. (or who are just generally twits whom I don't like anyway, but whose chronic verbal vomiting on this subject gives justifiable proof to this opinion...) Which I suppose is my "cause" if I had to pick one other than the universal type ones (E.g world peace and the environment and so on). Which I think is understandable because my brother has autism, so it affects me and the people I care about, moreso than like, being an amputee does. I don't know any amputees, even though there are probably charities for them and it kind of sucks (being an amputee, not having charities... God, why am I even using this as an example?). I'm strongly against the likes of Jenny McCarthy and the people that treat autism like it is WRONG and should be CURED, like it's that black and white. (And here's where it gets into the rant-y points about conformity and the things that are wrong with society in its treatment of disabled individuals and other cliches, so I'm stopping. I feel that way, yes, but I can't say it in an interesting and eloquent enough manner to allow myself to let the Internet see it.)

Okay, original point round-up time: I'm spectacularly glad I proofread for once.

FIPOGI!

THIS: When even blatant Photoshoppery can't detract from the awesomeness.

April (Month) and Fool (Me)

2010-04-01T14:56:00.003-05:00

Well hello, cyberspace. Happy April Fool's Day.

. . .

I was going to turn this post into some kind of trick, as per the goal of the holiday states, but I am in no mood or mental capacity to do so. I feel like death in a can. It's a beautiful day outside.

Why I chose "in a can" as an intensifier I have not a clue. I Googled it to see if it was some kind of expression or something, but most of the results claim that either Red Bull or processed food is the above mentioned--it's not a more eloquent synonym for "OMFG *drool* *spazz* *headsmack* *die*" as I had hoped. Bleagh. In other news: today is the first day of Script Frenzy. (like Nanowrimo for scriptwriting. We'll see if my failure at novelwriting is any indication of the results of this...) Which I will foolishly be attempting. Which means I may not blog as much in April. I have a few drafts of posts I may finish just to give this blog an air of consistency, but otherwise, see you in May.

FIPOGI:

Just in time for Easter! LULZ! :-D

(I get it, not funny. . . April Fools. Yes! I got at least one in before I die a whiny and flu-related death. In a can.)

News From Geniusland

2010-03-27T16:42:00.003-05:00

Without further ado, Six Word Saturday:

Thirteen, genius, ecology major. I'm jealous.

And now, further ado:

Is it so wrong to be jealous of this kid? I mean, come on. Prodigies make for humorous subjects of movies and books and other works of fiction, but in real life graduating from Stanford at age 11 is... amazing. Incredible. Improbable. I don't mean to moan, but, yeah, screw it, I'm going to moan. When *I* was 11 I was memorizing state capitals. That's pretty much it. Certainly NOT even dreaming of my college major. I hardly am NOW. He's likely to be a million or some crap before he's 25. And not letting him go to South Africa is "discrimination"? It's pretty basic safety. Sorry dude, the school is not going to be held liable when you get eaten by a Venus flytrap or something. You probably have a high enough IQ to know that there aren't man-eating Venus flytraps in South Africa, but can a school trust that some other accident isn't going to happen? It's risky.

I may be pointlessly whining, but I think he should just be glad to be where he already is. It's possible to keep "moving forward" or whatever, he has his whole life to go everywhere and get PhDs and make money and save the Earth or whatever he plans to do. Sheesh. So, I pose a question, my dear readers:

I am I really just being envious and evil? Does he deserve to go regardless of the consequences?

More Meaningless Moaning About The Weather

2010-03-20T20:13:00.006-05:00

My Six Words:

Spring starts tomorrow. Today: snow. WHAT?!!

Other news in brief: I'm making over the blog a bit, trying to find a properly fitting header. Non-blog-life-update: .... reading, essaying, procrastinating and cursing the weather. Have a nice day. (I usually hate that phrase, because it sounds insincere. I'm not going to insist that of course, coming from me it's sincere; but I at least hope your day is more interesting than mine.)

FIPOGI:

Under Construction

2010-03-20T18:36:00.003-05:00

If you've seen this blog in the past few days, it's probably really weird looking and hardly readable. I've been toying around with backgrounds, first trying to manipulate my own and then switching to the freebies made by nice internet people with an eye for design. (which I fully admit to not having.) Going through tons of these has made me realize one thing:

I am picky.

Despite having no grounds to be as such.

Anyway, hopefully it will be normal looking by the time I post my 6WS. (later today, hoping to be last again. There's already 60-something entries.)

EDIT: Alright, I'm stopping here for a while. It's very earthy-looking now. The stripes remind me of pajamas or something. This is a good thing, yes? Yes. (European statement endings, no? Why do I slip into these affectations while I'm blogging?) I really don't like changing the entire configuration of my blog constantly, so it might still be changing by the time anyone reads this, but once it's done I probably won't do this again for a while. Thoughts on the current layout, anyone?

And the rest of the day to yourself

2010-03-17T16:15:00.003-05:00

The traditional response to "Top of the morning to you." that I guess fewer people know. If someone ever says that to you, you now know how to respond. Even if you already knew that, I like to feel informative.

So it's Saint Patrick's Day. w00t.

Why is St. Patrick's Day (patron saint of Ireland) popular in America?

Two seconds after I asked this semirhetorical question, I've come up with my own nonsemirhetorical answer: Beer and theme colors. It makes sense. BUT, this is not a blog about St. Patrick's Day. *cue point where I stopped blogging for quite a bit to do something marginally more important, so when I came back to this draft that statement wasn't finished... I forgot what this was going to a blog about. So yes, it's going to be a blog about St. Patrick's Day.*

The KGH had "Rueben pizza" as some kind of lunch special. Corned beef, swiss cheese, and sauerkraut. On a pizza. Wow. I'm not going to comment on the sheer absurdity and repulsiveness of even the thought of that, but who thinks of Rueben pizza? Was it dyed green, too? You can dye any random foodstuff green, isn't that enough celebratory faux-Irishness? But the best part of this was after to announcement was made, the announcer had to say some teleprompted line like, "MMMM! That sounds good!" She couldn't do it with a straight face. :-D

Other than that, my St. Pat's Day was rather uneventful. Have the day to yourself and all. You deserve it.

FIPOGI!:

**I've always thought leprechauns were the coolest of the mythical creatures. Devilishly clever, rich and annoying. Terrific qualities not found in the standard werewolf.** (Excepting the latter. Why am I typing this with an Irish accent running through my head? Ah well. If this were spoken, imagine it with an Irish accent, so that my oddity shan't've been in vain.)

Age IN-appropriate crushes

2010-03-13T18:07:00.004-06:00

My six words:

Oscar Wilde: YUM. Dead men = attractive.

Hi, my name is Rena and I'm a reverse-cougar.

All: Hi, Rena.

Are there support groups for this? Nearly all of my *celebrity* crushes are (at the very least) double my age. Some triple. Some dead. A list, in no particular order. *Hell, it's getting really long, just scroll to the end and then marvel at the length*: (Don't judge me... it's not like I'm going to stalk the not dead ones, or go after any average, nonfamous grandfatherly-aged dude. Because that would just be scary. Self: Oh, right, like THIS isn't... Self: Why must you talk to me while I'm blogging? When typed it looks even weirder. On with the list!)

Gregory Peck

Steve Martin

Gene Wilder

Stephen Colbert

Stephen Fry

Jon Stewart

Alan Rickman

Any of member of Monty Python

Hugh Laurie

Victor Garber

Gordon Ramsay

Charlie McDonnell (from the Internet.)

Anderson Cooper

Tyler Oakley (also from the Internet)

Helena Bonham Carter

Ryan Stiles

Neil Gaiman

Hank Green

John Green

Tom Felton

Daniel Radcliffe

Ralph Fiennes

Demitri Martin

Neil Patrick Harris

Julie Andrews

Chris Colfer

Anthony Bourdain

John Lennon

British sexy Jesus. I've said this before and I will say it again. BRITISH. JESUS. IS. HOT. It sounds so, so wrong... but so, so attractive.

Matthew Broderick. (Compared to that last one, this seems a bit anticlimactic...)

The Explanation Comes First (A 6WS)

2010-03-06T22:08:00.005-06:00

I've been contemplating which direction I could (or should) take these proceeding 6 words in this week. I could just minimize a statement on how I'm really grateful to not have a virus everyone else in my household has, regardless of having to go to school. (because even *I* have limits as to when being sick sucks...) Or maximize a statement on how cold it is right now. Something ludicrous, or thoughtful. Hmm.

Going back through my previous 6WSes, I have a tendency NOT to be thoughtful at all. Topics have ranged from: Christmas, Milanos, band names, the last week in review, my restraint from swearing, breakfast, being last. Mostly I just think of something off the top of my head, because I feel like I shouldn't be wasting people's time with a whole bunch of rambling before I get to the Six Words part. So it usually turns out sounding at least a bit vapid. Not to say that even the thoughts on the bottom of my head (...? What's the opposite of that expression? Oh, this doesn't prove my point, now does it?) are vapid. I hope not.

Actually, the whole premise (of the book anyway) is to describe your ENTIRE LIFE in six words. This requires thought, and the ability to be concise. And presumably to have an interesting life. The latter two I'm still working on. Still alive and looking for my own endings. (Wait, that sounded vaguely suicidal...) Yes, as a plural. Endings to some things that I'm still probably in the middle of that are far off and out of mind, the happy ending everyone (I'm generalizing?) works towards. Endings that lead to beginnings, oh dear god that's so cliche. Not going to edit it now. It's some kind of continuum. A loop of sorts.

In conclusion, there are no conclusions.

(I was going to put that as my last sentence and then leave the six words as something like "I like puppies. They are shiny.", for the sake of irony. But I think that was more fitting, don't you?)

(But I do like puppies. :D)

Spring, pre-Sprung

2010-03-04T17:04:00.004-06:00

I know I'm probably jumping to conclusions but:

SPRING IS HERE!!!

(cue angelic choir and adorable baby animals and overuse of pastels and such)

Seriously. It is:

41 degrees

Sunny (ALL of today)

Still light out

Excuse me while I go skip through a meadow while I can, because by Monday it'll probably snow. :P Here's where the equivalent of blog smalltalk would go, some obligatory statement about "Chicago weather" that everyone's already heard, so I present a summary:

If you don't like Chicago weather you either:

a.) Live here and love to complain.

b.) Live somewhere else and are glad you don't live here.

(Actually, by pointing out the obligatorily cliched remark, and wasting space in this blog to ramble on about it, it should be clear by now I have little else worth blogging about...)

School has turned into arts-n-crafts hour, (in between units or something until the end of the quarter, w00t.) really:

-- Testing the velocity and acceleration of paper airplanes.

(Actual activity: Throwing them. That is all. Also on occasion, aiming to get them lodged in the skeleton's eye. No idea why there's a skeleton in an Earth Science/Physics classroom, but it's a good target apparently.)

-- Preparing an "interactive story-hour" for preschoolers. *hypothetical preschoolers, meaning the age group. We're also going to be the ones watching the storyhour and being read to.*

(Actual activity: Building puppets. This means glue, crayons, feathers, googly eyes, glitter, the whole lot. And IT. IS. FUN. Even better when the substitute let us abandon the puppets and just color. Coloring is fun. :D Also, after the presentations we're going to watch Charlotte's Web to kill a few more days with a substitute. No idea why we have a sub so much, but it's awesome. The animated version pwns.)

--Learning this song. Click if you dare, it gets stuck in your head forever. CURSE YOU MEXICAN WIGGLES! Catchy, if designed for the listening pleasure of 5 year olds...

-- Even though it's academic, I'm enjoying Cry Freedom, because it's a movie, and all the white South Africans have gloriously British-y accents. Mmmm.

FIPOGI:

(Because the extra "on" was completely necessary...)

Meem vs. Meme

2010-02-26T12:46:00.002-06:00

Whenever I go to type "Meme", I usually end up typing "Meem" instead and then I have to correct it. Stupid spelling. Are there memes that aren't Internet memes? (A la the Rickroll, or random tasks that I "stole" from another blog that I do based on the fact that I have nothing of note to blog about but feel like I should, because I'm procrastinating and this may prove to be somewhat productive...?)

From the New Oxford American Dictionary: *an application stored within AJ, though the physical pocket dictionary is in my desk*

an element of a culture or system of behavior that may be considered to be passed from one individual to another by nongenetic means, esp. imitation.

From Wikipedia: (as always)

"a postulated unit of cultural ideas, symbols or practices, which can be transmitted from one mind to another through writing, speech, gestures, rituals or other imitable phenomena."

Oh, and the word was invented in the 1970s by a British guy. And everything that exists in media/culture/life kind of started as a meme. Nothing is an original, just a series of mutations to things that already exist. (Ex: melodies, racism, genes, religion)

ANYHOW... I'm not going to bore whoever may be reading with my Wiki-hunt findings, but that's an interesting thing to think about to me.

A quote from Dr. Laurence J. Peter-- "Originality is the fine art of remembering what you hear but forgetting where you heard it."

Now that I'm past that, and almost completely positive no one is still reading this: The actual meme I intended to do before I got sidetracked by the oddness of the word and had to hunt Wikipedia for answers and Google who said stuff about originality being the art of forgetting your sources BECAUSE I had forgotten the source of this quote.... (oh, irony. Thou dost amuseth much.)

The Friday 56!

Instructions:

* Grab the book nearest you. Right now.
* Turn to page 56.
* Find the fifth sentence.
* Post that sentence (plus one or two others if you like) along with these instructions, or (if you do not have your own blog) in the comments section of this blog.
*Post a link along with your post back to this blog.
* Don't dig for your favorite book, the coolest, the most intellectual. Use the CLOSEST.

I had to wrap my arm around my desk and randomly pick one of the books *ever-so-neatly* (in this case the stars do not signify footnotes, but instead signify complete bullshit) stacked and waiting to be read for English later in the year. Out of that pile, mixed in with random papers and stuff and whatnot was The Odyssey (said to have been written by Homer, translated by some guy. It sounds intellectual and probably is, but I swear I didn't dig for it. I haven't even read it.) The fifth sentence on the 56th page is this:

"This is a brilliant and attractive reading, but like many other interpretations, it does not take full account of the fact that Penelope does not have a choice in the matter."

It's still in the INTRODUCTION. This is sure going to be a fun read. On the 56th page of the actual poem part (page 133), the 5th sentence is this:

"Then all the rest of the troops kept stock-still, all but Anticlus."

And that, dear readers, was yet another example of how I can belabor a point of utter nonsense (Title drop!) into a blog-length post.

FIPOGI!

Wednesday

2010-02-24T15:11:00.002-06:00

It is Wednesday.

(Or, if you happen to be reading this on Thursday, or Friday, or perchance in THE NEXT MILLENNIUM, it was Wednesday.)

Wednesday is a pretty awkward name for a day. It's long and strange and kind of out of sequence. Which is how Wednesday IS, though, so it's appropriate. I also dislike that it's called "Hump Day", meaning it's downhill for the rest of the week, school/work/whatever is more than halfway over... but the day in and of itself is never particularly exciting. And Wednesday's child is the one whose life sucks. (paraphrasing, of course)

In an attempt to make a day of the week more exciting, I have turned to Wikipedia. (all-knowing source of all that is interesting) Long story short: (this may be one of the FEW things not even Wiki can make an interesting point of...) Wednesday is either named after a German god of wood, or Mercury. (In other languages it makes sense, but not English...) The wood god is all bearded and goblin looking, bitter that he couldn't be the god of something cool. In other religions it's regarded as a day of fast and blah blah, and Friday is too, so Thursday is like "AHHH MEAT FOOD OM NOM NOM!!".... and then back to fasting. Hah. Religion + Diet = does not make sense, as I have noted. Actually most religions spell it out that you're not supposed to eat humans. This is common sense, but whatever stops people from trying... I've always thought it would taste like salmon. (not chicken, that's too cliche. But I think the texture would be like salmon...)

Wikipedia is doing nothing to zestify this post with excitingness. Random useless holidays to the rescue! (Brownielocks is an awesome resource when you're looking for something to celebrate.)

WHAT.

That is not even a punctuationally correct fragment, that's how flabbergasted I am. Are you ready for this?

The only holiday listed for Wednesday, February 24th is.... *sarcastically anticlimactic drumroll please*

Inconvenience Yourself Day

How utterly crap is that? I missed all the good ones: Chocolate Mint Day, Pancake Day, Read in the Bathtub Day, International Snow Sculpting Week, ... though I DID celebrate World Nutella Day. Oh yes.

**NOTE**: I looked up the calendar for '95, and guess which day I was born on? *long-suspenseful-pause-though-the-answer-is-obvious drumroll please* Wednesday. I find this very funny in a twisted way. But really, none of the other lines fit me, implying respectively: Pretty, graceful, EMOTASTIC, some journey or something, loving, hardworking, "bonny and blithe and good and gay" L-O-L. Oh the irony.

Oh, and of course no homage (I like to pronounce it "HOMM-aj", British and odd-sounding. :D) to all things Wednesday would be complete without

That sums it up pretty well.

A Non-6WS

2010-02-21T11:27:00.005-06:00

So my Internet randomly stopped working between my last post and when I tried to do Six Word Saturday. In lieu of 6WS, I'd like to steal a different topic from the wonderful Cate, (or kind of two, going back a while...) Lent. So yeah.

I have a lot of Christian friends, who a.) faux-nag me for eating a turkey wrap on Friday, b.) Do not know the answers to my *trivial* questions about the random aspects of their religion. Not any of the important ones, meaning of life/life after death and so on, i.e: "Why is the symbol for Jesus that fishy thing?" They didn't know, but Wikipedia DOES. Google and Wiki are the closest things there are in the world to a known omnipresence. Contains most of the answers to life's questions, in a neutral, multiple-choice kind of way. c.) Go insane without the thing they gave up. It's funny. Even Teresa, who only drinks soda when she is not in the presence of her caffeine-restricting parents, gave up soda. (another gave up candy, but a last year gave up Facebook. HAH. I don't have one, but people get attached to it...)

Biiig sacrifice there. Is the point to give up one of your BIGGEST temptations? Or like give to charity instead? That sounds nice and all Jesus-y. Give something instead of taking away from yourself. Ease suffering and do stuff for other people, instead of making yourself more miserable so as to match them.

MORE suffering than currently exists in the world isn't going to help anything. Is that what Lent promotes? Suffering so that you can say you felt the pain and suffering and crap Jesus did? Hmmm, being stranded in the desert with no one to talk to but the SATAN *dun dun dun*... or not drinking coffee for a month and a half. *makes invisible scales with hands* Yep, pretty sure Jesus had it worse than those people just suffering from withdrawal syndrome, and it's not like any divinity would force us to suffer for them. "Yeah, I HATED it, and I'm mentally stronger than you or whatever probably, so why don't YOU give it a try? >:D" Naaaw...

Different point: Isn't weird how only Hispanic people feel free to use the name Jesus (with an accent)? It's not like Spanish-speaking countries aren't Christian, the name holds the same meaning. (Jesucristo, again with an accent somewhere. Maybe the suffix is the difference?) But if someone named their kid "Jesus" in English there'd be some kind of uproar. If not an uproar, definite confusion considering the fact that "JESUS!" is a common interjection. (most interjections/expletives fall under 4 categories: Religious, Sexual, Parental, Scatological. None of them happen to be inherently insulting, just kind of nonsense.) Example: "Jesus, come out of the PlayPlace!" "Jesus, will you please listen to me? It is NOT okay to stick jellybeans up other people's noses!" Which would probably lead to people thinking the parent/legal guardian/namer of this kid had anger-management problems of some sort...

FIPOGI!

Milanos!

2010-02-20T14:05:00.003-06:00

Oh my god I love these cookies, no matter how truly eeeeevil they are.

Think about it: They're packaged 5 to a cup, implying that 5 cookies are equivalent to 1 serving. It's not. This leads to said Milanos being eaten much quicker than intended. ONE flute is a THIRD of the bag. The nonexistence of Milanos = sadness. Plus, they're probably really unhealthy and so on, so any one person probably should NOT eat a third of the package. All of this is almost sue-worthy. (or at least an angry letter that they don't know what to do with, so they send a form letter and coupons for free cookies. MMMmmm. It's happened to me. *just a smartass observation about bug spray, but I'm assuming it would get the same response.*) But no one dareth sue over something so wonderful. This is their plot. They are aware of their deliciousness and use it as a distraction from their true, evil motives. They really should bottle this quality. It actually works.

I'm over thinking it, just because I couldn't think of a topic and am currently eating said delivilcious cookies. I know they're irresistible just because there is chocolate involved. Ahhhh chocolate I want to marry you. Eat you. Smell you. Anything short of the only instance of CHOCOLATE GONE CRAZY EVIL-- Chocolate AXE. Fuck no. Does not smell good in any way. Does not smell like chocolate, rather more like burned tire and Sharpies.

How do I know what Chocolate Axe smells like? Aforementioned in another post, "Rico" seems to think that this scent is attractive to, well, everyone. So he sprays it in World Studies. A lot. There is one other girl who enjoys this and often steals it to use on herself. She basically gets high off of it. (you can get high off Sharpies, hmm...) This is probably because of Axe's (highly effective, as this is an example of...) marketing. Axe = YOU GET WOMEN. TO USE. FOR SEX.

Wrong. But what matters is what people believe...

Other than that random point, I have little to say. I have a cold, which I'm trying to sustain until Monday so I can get off school. I've mentioned how much I love colds, and that's another of the reasons... I actually haven't missed any school yet this year. Cold and flu season is almost over, I think I'm deserving of a day off before I have absolutely NO excuse. (This is of course just a speculation, faking sick is bad and I'll have to make up work and on and on, but my POINT is that if I act now I won't HAVE to fake entirely per se...)

FIPOGI! (Olympic Edition)

(Six Word Saturday to be posted separately later...)

Sounds Like...

2010-02-15T11:09:00.002-06:00

Okay, rest of the weekend was good, and today is President's Day (another whole day to procrastinate, yay!) but the highlight was definitely yesterday, wherein I discovered the hilarity of "Guesstures"* Following guesses/conversation: (All shouted on top of each other, but this what I made out. Actions not asterisked... become apparent. Made more awkward by the fact that all members playing were over 60, or me.)

"Hump."

"Grind!"

"INTERCOURSE!"

"Why the hell would that be on one of the cards?"

"Fuck...?"

"Ear fetish? Fetish?"

"Sounds like, idiot."

"Ummm, duck puck pluck chuck suck buck cluck..."

*general w00t-ness*

"...WHY did you not just act like a chicken?!"

"Because then you would have SAID chicken."

(and yes, even though it was very likely not a card, I wanted an excuse to shout "INTERCOURSE!" and have it be relevant... I have no idea if this is funny to read, but consider it an example of the level of insanity achieved when more than 3 members of my family join at a time....)

*I suck at the acting out part, being basically charades but faster (That's what it looks like when *I* serve in badminton... :P) but stuff like this happens. I suppose this counts as a product review or some crap, so no I wasn't paid and blah blah blah.)

The Prevail of My Social Life? You Decide!

2010-02-11T16:49:00.004-06:00

Wow, no blog for over a week! Besides snow and school (don't know which you'd rather hear less about...) not much is going on, except that I hate all this fricking snow and am glad it's melting, and that school has been insane with an abundance of HARD and DO NOT UNDERSTAND and even more than usual PROCRASTINATION. So, am glad this is coming to an end. Why the lack of pronouns? Because, that's why. Plus I felt like I should blog since that last post was up there for a long time. Awkward.... (I can judge the general awkwardness of a blog based on the amount of comments it gets. Quite a few of them like that, but whatever.)

Actually, today/the forthcoming Friday & weekend is starting to look up a bit, if only because I have less school-related crap to do and more social-related crap. (for once)

Things To Do in the Near Future:

Finish (TWO) essays.

Eat (I'm hungry right now, as evidenced by the placement on this list)

Post blog (how near is "near", anyway?)

Eat CAKE. (my aunt's birthday. 60th, hah. Having a bit of fun pointing this out. ;))

(Can you tell I'm hungry and/or stretching a point here, what with all the unnecessary parenthesis?)

Watch a musical (School, but certainly more entertaining than the essays, I know people in it, and it looks fun. Wikipedia tells me that audience members with unusual names and no acting experience are chosen for some kind of participation...? And juice boxes are given. That's definitely what I'm signing up for. Sounds pretty much like me. **BONUS POINTS if the know the musical I'm describing, thanks Wikipedia!**)

Eat some of those Necco hearts (which do indeed taste like shitty chalk, but this is beside the point.)

Breathe

Blink

Turn on a lamp (even though it's NOT dark yet! Woot! It's also just sunrise when I haul myself to the bus in the mornings now, too. Freezing cold, dead tired, and with some inevitable studying to do on the bus, but this makes me smile.)

End this uninteresting list with some kind of interestingness....

FUN FACT TIME!

--Armadillos **proof of the wonder of proofreading: I had originally typed "Lepers" here, and typed the rest of the paragraph without noticing it.** are the only animals besides humans that can contract leprosy. (Do people still GET leprosy? How did we give it to the armadillos? Did they give it to us? Was it like an STD? Is THAT how leprosy is spread? Who the heck would want to have sex with a leper? Isn't that visually apparent, with general zombie lookingness? Is there a cure for it now, like the plague? It seems so old. Biblically so, even. I felt an armadillo when I was 3 and thought it was the coolest thing EVAR.)

FIPOGI!

Must Stop... Shatner-Style...Pauses

2010-02-03T17:34:00.003-06:00

I use ellipsis (... is there a plural form of that? Or is it like "parentheses"... just "parentheses", no plural? Like, "deer" and "fish". Wait, is "fishes" correct? Which is more correct? Gah, I'll stop. I also use WAY too many parenthesises, on that subject....)

Other than that, I don't have much to say today. Except for a little story from the bus of doom... formerly named as such because of its oldness and general hazardousness (which spellcheck is telling me IS indeed a word...) but living up to its title in the following way:

Long story short: A condom landed in my hair yesterday.

Long story long: What the fuck is there more to say?! I was reading, (As I usually do to keep from interacting with people, after the few sane people on my route get off...Good Omens, fyi. Neil Gaiman and some other British guy. It's quite fantastic.) and it seemingly fell out of the sky. (I'm oblivious, I know. Just because I'm AWARE of this does not mean it's going to change.) Once I looked up, two very rational (RARE, especially in this circumstance) thoughts ran through my head:

1. Do not scream. You have not determined what this is yet, and doing so you will unnecessarily draw attention to yourself. Do not want.

2. Do not shake your head like a crazy person. Unaccompanied by said scream it will most likely look like some kind of seizure, and/or it will fly into your mouth. Do not want, once again.

Choose instead to stare at it like Helen Keller or something until across-from-you-guy plucks it off you. THEN proceed to freak out. Fucking CONDOM, centimeters away from face. DO NOT WANT. (this delayed reaction most definitely made you look like a loon, nullifying the non-scream/seizure from earlier. Smooth.)

Ugh, not dwelling on this any more. But PLEEZE, dear GOD/Morgan Freeman/Jesus H. Christ/Google/Bus Deity of the Terminally Unfortunate-- don't let it happen again. *shudder*

How was YOUR Tuesday, cyberspace?

FIPOGI!

Schwarzenegger and World Studies

2010-01-30T14:07:00.003-06:00

Today's Six Words:

Great Moments in History-- TWSS Edition

Yes, that's right-- That's What She Said. (as I've mentioned before, intialisms/abbreviations/symbols don't count as more than one word)

So, on Thursday in World Studies, (if you read carefully, most of my actual stories about school come from this class. There's a reason for that, one being that most of us should be on some kind of medication... the swearing-in-Gaelic teacher included.) the following conversation reached a predictable conclusion:

Student-person: "Mrs. G, the pencil sharpener is broken."
Mrs. G: "Well, is it plugged in?"
SP: "Yes. It's broken."
G: *Irritated, as usual* "No, it's not. Just stick it in hard and twist it. It'll work for you eventually.
Let's just call him "Rico"... he'd enjoy that immensely: *triumphantly, though these setups are not uncommon*: "That's what she said!"

Oh, and the day before, Rico was showing a group of people how he can somehow extend his stomach so it looks like he's 4 months pregnant or so, and move it, like in a circular motion. Creepy, but Mrs. G remarks: "Ewww. Hey, did any of you ever see that one movie with Schwarzenegger, where the guy pops out of the other guy's stomach? Rico reminded me of that, it was disgusting." First mistake there, G-- you do NOT mention Schwarzenegger movies containing aliens in people's stomachs in front of them and expect them to ignore it.

So naturally, 5 minutes later she caved, and showed us this gem, which is like a compilation of the entire movie, with multiple catfights and shootings and some swearing that made them giggle like 8 year olds. Oh, *yes*, Mrs. G, THIS is perfectly appropriate to show during class, and History of the World Part 1/Holy Grail is "too vulgar"? What. The. Hell?! It's at least relevant, to, uh, what's this called... World Studies. (hey, I'm not complaining, perfect waste of 6 minutes, but really.)

FIPOGI!:

Harry Potter Allegory!

2010-01-28T19:08:00.006-06:00

As evidenced by my incredibly awkward blog around the beginning of the decade, I'm not very religious, and my knowledge of the "plot" of the Bible is pretty much limited to movies. But the more I think about it, in a twisted-far-fetched-symbolic way, Dumbledore was Jesus. (I Googled it. Not an original observation, and JK Rowling has refuted it directly... but let's continue, because Harry Potter fandom is something I understand more than Biblical studies-- exponentially moreso.) Dumbledore was wise, caring, charismatic, interesting, complex, dead, and overall simply COOL. Traits easily attributed also to Jesus, right?

Meaning that basically, Snape was Judas. (And WHO here didn't root for Snape a tiny bit? Come on. *raises own hand*) Only the deaths were out of sequence. It's the same sort of, "Well, shit. It's going to happen by some means so just get on with it, do it, *I'm* certainly not in the position to get all bitter about it, life goes on"-- Deathly Hallows is awesome despite the physical absence of Dumbledore, and on the other side of it, if you read til the end, APOCALYPSE!

Little anecdote regarding Snape: When my mom was picking up my pre-ordered copy of Deathly Hallows, the cashier asked her, "Is Snape good or bad?" She, knowing nothing about this, guessed Snape was good. She got a purple sticker with "Trust Snape" on it. Had I been with her, I would have asked to see the stickers and picked which was prettier. I was still undecided, (like I am about a LOT of crap, more important than this) so my method of decision-making comes down to stuff like color of the stickers.

Less far-fetched, does this mean Voldy was SATAN?! :O See, HP haters? It teaches good moral lessons, never promotes Satanmort, and does not turn people into witches/gay/kangaroos, any argument you may have against the books. **side: isn't there some theory that Jesus was gay? I mean, it's like brotherly, one-arm-guy-hug type love for the apostles/disciples and such... (grammatical side: is the T in "apostle" silent, like "whistle" and "castle"? Shouldn't the possessive of "Jesus" be "Jesus's", instead of "Jesus'"? Wouldn't that imply the PLURAL possessive? Multiple Jesuii, having things that belong to all of them?)**

Don't these sound like something out of the gospel?:

"I will only truly have left this school when none here are loyal to me... Help will always be given at Hogwarts to those who ask for it. (*cough*I'mwatchingyou*cough*)

"It is our choices, Harry, that show what we truly are, far more than our abilities."

"Humans have a knack for choosing precisely the things that are worst for them." (people are fuckups sometimes, but we all have to deal with them, if not love them, for their flaws...)

"To the well organized mind, death is but the next great adventure." (after all, heaven= awesomeness)

"I don't need a cloak to become invisible." (*cough*stillwatchingyou*ahemhemhem*)

It does not do to dwell on dreams and forget to live."

Okay, sign me up for the Church of Albus Dumbledore...

And in what could have been one blog:

2010-01-23T22:51:00.003-06:00

This is the special section of blog today that very well could have been attached to that insanely long and rambley and potentially only interesting to me other blog I just wrote that contains my Six Word Saturday! Yaaaay! *Kermit the frog arm flailing-- almost typed "failing", yay for proofreading!*

I love grapefruit Vitamin C drops! (This is the approximate color of them and presumably of my mouth right now. Yum.)

They make my throat all moist, plus they taste really, really good. I'd eat them more often, but I feel like I need an excuse. People would see me sucking one in public and assume I'm sick all the time or something. One more of the reasons I like being sick. Is that so wrong? It's the weekend, I'm not harming anyone with my inactivity or movie-watching, and it's unlikely I'll miss school. I just ENJOY HAVING A COLD.

FIPOGI!

Nostalgic Movies for a Cold Saturday

2010-01-23T22:04:00.002-06:00

**I am going to post two blogs today, instead of squashing this with my 6WS. I'm also doing this one intentionally first, so that I will be LAST for the second week in a row. :P**

I've spent much of today doing nothing. Very contently, as opposed to the last few Saturdays, wherein I've been stressed or feeling shitty for some reason... well, today I have a cold, but it's made me just sickly and full of mucus enough to stay home alone in my pajamas all day. (It's ironic that a cold makes me happy, but that's me.) These occurrences are very, very rare. And how have I seized this opportunity?

Doing (what would appear to most people as)

Nothing. :D

As in, watching movies and sucking vitamin C drops and lying on the couch and generally not doing productive things such as homework, but at this point I don't care. Aforementioned movies watched include:

Charlotte's Web (which does indeed make me cry, shut up.)

The Wizard of Oz (Oh hellz yes)

Kiki's Delivery Service (It's awesome, but my anime-obsessed BFF insists upon the superiority of the Japanese version. It's all I know about anime-wise, and Phil Hartman-dubbed Jiji is adorable, sarcastic, AND speaks English! :P)

The Swan Princess (So, so corny, but so, so good. Jean Bob kind of pwns Naveen just a little bit. If you have seen either of these movies then you get a sticker. Heck, you get a sticker for reading this far. *throws stickers from magical parade float and watches people run into the street like ninnies, because this is MY asterisk bubble dammit and if I want to see you run into traffic then YOU WILL.*)

Annie (The 1999 Disney version. Nostalgic for me, though I do admit Whatzisface guy who plays Rooster is far inferior to Tim Curry in retrospect. Mmmm, Tim Curry...)

Willy Wonka (on in background as this is being typed. I've had to stop multiple times so as to devote my full attention to it.)

And yes, all on VHS, pausing in between to shove them into the magic rectangle rewinding device. Does this thing have a name? It makes a buzzing sort of noise and then pops the tape out when it's done, with a light thing in the corner. I have distinct memories of jamming my fingers into it. This thing:

FIPOGI!

Possible band names

2010-01-16T22:27:00.003-06:00

That time of week again! Happy Saturday and other similar day-related sentiments.

My six:

If I ever join a band...

Here's some names I would use:
Electrified Snozzberries (Literary reference, but "electrified" makes it sound awesome. If you don't know the reference, I'm not telling.)

a myrtaceous koala. (Hah, go look it up. That's part of the appeal of it-- it's confusing. :D)

Stripes of Space

Oddments From The Back Of The Refrigerator (Another literary reference, slightly more obscure. There's a prize if you get it.)

Punctuation & the Ampersands

Like Purple on Eggplant (no reference, just an old inside joke.)

The probability I'll ever have the chance to use one of these is very low, but it's good to be prepared.

FIPOGI!

Meh, hopefully it'll work. Goodbye for tonight, lovely cyberspace!

Answering Machine of the Multiverse

2010-01-15T22:45:00.004-06:00

**So, no blog on Wednesday. I think I'll just revise that to simply "bi-weekly"... not for the sake of my readership, but so I don't feel guilty about it.** Explanation:

Fuck. Finals.

Done. Finally. Oh, and what's worse-- I had to spend an hour and 45 minutes trapped in some kind of alternate universe wherein TIME HAS STOPPED. I know that seems insane, exaggeratory, showing my completely overdramatic and impatient side (I'm not denying anything.) but seriously. I love libraries, specifically for their quiet, booknerdiness. But this was just not right. Like something out of a bad horror movie, the Twilight Zone, the worst documentary ever, or my brain. Possibly all, stemming from my brain... No sound, I was the only person moving. It was cold, too cold, maybe because of my lack of motion, and my hands had started to turn a splotchy reddish-purple. I remember this and take note of it because I got hyper observant halfway through. I brought a book to pass time like a normal person would, but I finished it. There was NO clock, which I took to mean that time was NONEXISTENT. The silence was SO quiet I was afraid of making any kind of noise. I really don't like drawing attention to myself, (in certain situations, it can vary by day. I like to pretend I'm interesting and attention-seeking when in reality I can be shy and dull as a sack of potatoes. Not the red ones, or the ones shaped like fingers, just POTATOES. Why the hell am I telling the Internet this? Why am I comparing myself to potatoes? How many licks does it take to get to the center of a Tootsie Pop? THE WORLD MAY NEVER KNOW.) and because in the state I was in I convinced myself that if I sneezed I would like, rip a hole in the space-time continuum and destroy humanity.

Okay, so, the non-creepy part of this story: ONLY evidence of time passage; an answering machine. An old-fashioned (circa maybe 1991), real answering machine where the messages can be heard by everyone. Very librariany. Static female-robotish voice saying she was Linda **or some other short name that I tend to associate with librarians, names may have been not remembered to leave the innocent out of my nonsense.** and that could could Lynne **see note at Linda** please call her back about somethingsomething?

And so, this is one big thank-you note to Lynne/Linda. Thank you, Lynne/da and your answering machine, because sometimes I need proof that there is other human life in my universe...

FIPOGI!

6WS (Video Edition)

2010-01-09T21:59:00.005-06:00

I'm later than I usually am with the 6WS-ing, maybe today I'll claim the coveted title of LAST!!!11! Yaaaaay. My six:

Some cliches just sound better videoified:

The standard "Be Yourself" does hold some meaning, no matter how repetitive it is. Today has been really crappy avec (wait, no... por?) moi, here's hoping yours was better.

(Science says that, I say I want the smiley face cappuccino.)

Resolution Part 2/104

2010-01-06T20:57:00.003-06:00

Hello again. I have calculated all the Wednesdays and Saturdays in 2010. Assuming I go this year entirely fail-less, I'll have posted 104 times. This is the second of those. I'm really not going to bore you out of obligation, if a post turns out to be something like, "Today was good/boring/who knows and/or cares", I'll skip it. But mostly this is an exercise in DISCIPLINE and COMMITMENT and OTHER THINGS I COULD PUT IN CAPS for me personally.

I've started thinking about writing poetry more often, but then I realized most of my "I am a tormented child poet" phase was crap. I used to write nonsense haiku whilst locked in the closet under the stairs-- of my own free will. Seriously. Closet under the stairs= OMGZ just like in Harry Potter!!!! So I spent most of 2005 like that. A sample of poems from the abyss formerly known as Adequate Space for a Young Harry Potter Fanatic That is Now Full of Boxes and Other Assorted Shit:

(untitled)
Hippopotamus

Supercalafragilist

It's a word. Really.

The Strawberry Whale (seriously, I wrote this in red crayon... deep and facinating-- as most things in crayon are-- I must warn you.)

Serendipity
A seven syllable phrase
Refrigerator

Contemplation OF everything (sadly not in crayon)

Yes this is five words.

A triangular space

I am in it. La!

Apparently I couldn't think of an ending to that one. La! Meh, hopefully I've gotten better at it. Takes up space nicely, anyway. Good use of few words that do NOT necessarily need to make any kind of sense. Refrigerator. :D

FIPOGI:

(copy and paste is still being annoying... but anything mildly funny that screams "I am *THIS* close to going on a homicidal rampage." would be appropriate here.)

Noob Reviewer on Religion, Relative Hotness of Jesii

2010-01-02T13:10:00.011-06:00

**WARNING**

The following blog contains:
A lot of talk about Jesus/musical theatre (Supreme dislike of either should signify an end to reading this particular blog post.)
Probably some blasphemy
Trivial observations

Still reading? Let's begin:

Having recently (because my mom found the made-for-PBS newer version VHS at Half Price Books, and has been obsessed with it for 35 years. What Catholic school did to a bunch of sixth-graders. *sigh* Seriously, my mother still has 98 percent of a 2 hour opera MEMORIZED.) watched Jesus Christ Superstar, I thought I'd blog about my slightly agnostic-y-major-broadway-nerd perception of it. Hopefully it will interest some people. (if not, just skip to the end, wherein I yak about hot/non-hot Jesii) Hopefully it will annoy some people. (because what fun is anything if someone doesn't disagree?)

First and foremost: TERRIFIC musical. Really catchy, awesome songs, and just very interesting to watch, regardless of "message".

The basic plot focuses mostly on the factual (by factual I mean more realistic, stops before going into the "risen from the dead" and after...) part of it, and the ending is ambiguous. I like that it leaves you to draw your own conclusions. There are no villains (only creeps), but there isn't really a "hero", either. Yes, Judas is the main antagonist, but he has a good point. Like, "This whole thing is starting to spiral out of control, and already the values you have people excited about are being overshadowed. Of course *I* don't want to be the reason you're killed...*headdesk*.. but they're going to kill you ANYWAY, so let's just get it over with."

Even Jesus is like, "Oh, fuck. I don't WANT to die. Even if it is for the salvation of all humankind or whatever. And is that even what's really going to happen? THAT would be helpful to know before I let them beat the living shit out of me. *headdesk* Being Jesus effing sucks."

Everyone is portrayed as being human, with realistic emotions. Speaking for myself, in the same situation right at the beginning I'd have assumed I was a schizophrenic or something, and go completely batfuck insane. So, props for sticking it out until the gruesome end.

Also, I found a few of things in this movie hilarious.

--At the Last Supper, when Jesus points out that they're drinking his blood, the "WTF?!?!" face of the apostle drinking the wine is priceless.
--Same scene, the 10 apostles that don't do anything cut the tension of the crazy intense staredown by randomly bursting into the chorus part. *Completely* appropriate time for that.
-- The fact that the modernized priests look like a cross between Darth Vader and the guy from The Matrix. :D
--Herod. Creepy sleazeball, but funny in a weird way.
-- Zombies. Jesus pretty much gets assaulted by zombies. And instead of being all Jesus-y "Yes ye shall be healed"-ish, after a while he basically shoves them in the face. :D

Oh and: Jesus. Is. Hot. Gahhhh that sounds so wrong, but seriously. Not very typical Jesus-looking, (beardless and blond) but sooooo extremely attractive. Okay, so NOT as Jesus, This guy is hot. And British. (Better than last post, I can insert links now.)

Huge improvement over retro, mustachioed-Kurt-Cobain-ish Jesus. (go big or go beardless, the mustache isn't going to cut it... would the plural of Jesus be Jesusses? Jesii?)

6WS resolutions!!!

2010-01-02T12:36:00.002-06:00

Before the Six Words part, I'd like to state some resolutions, trying to keep most relevant to this blog:

--Don't procrastinate (applicable to SO many other things)

-- Be more interesting (Same parentheses as the above)

-- Quityerwhining. (yes, one word. And yes, ditto other parenthesseses...?)

-- Blog more frequently/consistently (NOT applicable in real world, but I'm thinking a REGULAR blog every Wednesday & Saturday in 2010!)

-- Don't rely on 6WS for your once-weekly, short blogs (see above)

-- Get to the darn POINT with the Six Words!!!

My six:

Worry about tomorrow first. (if necessary)

(this is kind of personal; I tend to worry/stress myself into incoherent babbling and foaming at the mouth about things that are weeks away, yet forget the worry-inducing/possibly more important thing looming in the immediate future. Not a perfect strategy either way, but (if) I must worry, so this is my way of organizing it at least. Make your own meaning of that if you share my crazypantzed tendencies.)

FIPOGI!

(Blogger is being mean *as opposed to my blatant ignoring of this as of late* and not letting me post the image or the link. Use your imaginaaaaaation to think of one and pretend I put it here.)

YUM. (6WS)

2009-12-26T23:24:00.002-06:00

Ah, the day after Chistmas. Much better than the day after Thanksgiving, yet not as awesome as the day after Halloween. My six words:

All they know is I <3 chocolate.
(See how I stick signs in? Not technically words. :) )

Not that gifts really matter, but my Ghiradeli stash is stocked until March for now. Ooooh, and I got new fuzzy socks. Feet are warm, this is good. (I have such abnormally cold feet, I need the fuzzies....) On an unusual occasion, I have nothing to complain about. I'm bummed all our decorations are down already (upon my brother's request.), though. The Cheer is gone. :( It's almost like postpartum depression, building up to something and then it's like, "Oh shit. Now it's over. NOW what am I going to do?" (Yes, I'm comparing lack of Christmas to mental disease. And presumably, Christmas to babies. Have I creeped you out today? My work here is done.)

Snow and 6WS!

2009-12-19T12:09:00.003-06:00

I haven't done 6WS in a loooong time; since I'm doing practically nothing at the moment, I figured I would do something bloggily-productive. Get on with it, you say? Yes, I believe I should:

**My six**

Snow, cinnamon roll, pajamas. Life = good.
(Just discovered "Compose" tab. Yay me.)

As for what I'm currently doing, just eating dangerously near the keyboard, typing this little post, and listening/watching the Weather Channel. I like hearing about all the snow we're going to get in the coming week (they predict a WHITE CHRISTMAS!! Woot!) and during the local-on-the-8s part they play instrumental Christmas carols. (the Charlie Brown music a few minutes ago. :) )

Good background music for blogging. Even though I'm kind of indifferent to the whole religious message of most of them, the music is really very pretty. I love "Joy to the World."

FIPOGI!

Never eat the pink snow, kiddies...

Inherently funny words

2009-12-10T16:27:00.002-06:00

(I apologize in advance for the load of random crap this blog is, sometimes I feel bad for having not blogged in a while so I stop ignoring the blog post ideas in my head that are random utter crap. Also, I really have to stop rambling on like this to increase word count. Nanowrimo has not left my consciousness yet)

Wikipedia (all knowing god of teh interwebz) has a whole article devoted to the phonosemantics and use of "inherently funny words". Very interestiiiing... Apparently even people who don't speak English can appreciate the random funniness of words. For some reason I felt the need to blog about this, (but really, isn't that ALL blogging stems from?) and why not, anyway? Try not to laugh at any of the following: (question: does this only work verbally? The inherent LAWLability of words isn't mentioned when the words are typed...so consider whether you laugh or not to be part of some sort of scientific test!)

Weasel
Pumpernickel
Spork
Haberdashery
Fribble
Uvula
Zymurgy
Persnickety
Gobsmacked
Flabbergasted
Nipperkin
Giblets
Hornswoggle

(You have any better ones? Long, uncommon funny ones are always great to slip into a conversation. I could have looked a lot of those up, but this was off the top of my head. KUMQUAT!)

Hot Chocolate Season...

2009-12-10T16:19:00.006-06:00

My complete love affair with chocolate just grows so much stronger when it's cold out. "Oh, it's cold and gray and disgusting out today. I fancy something warm that is sweet and has the ability to CHEER and is also somewhat festive..." BAM. It's hot chocolate time. Hot chocolate has its own particular season, it can't be consumed any time of the year okay, so it's not a *law*, but really. Drink it all year 'round and it's not special anymore. It doesn't signify anything. Plus, in summer who wants to drink something that's HOT? Yes, people drink coffee/tea... but that disproves my point so I'm not going to mention it. :P Summer is Popsicle season. Other *laws* of hot chocolate:

-- No matter what the stupid package says, don't add water. Never. It makes it watery. (Captain ObviousPants saves the day once again!) Add milk, it's better that way.

-- The kind with the marshmallows already mixed in is pretty much crap. They don't puff at all, so it's like drinking teeth or something. Regular marshmallows dissolve into goo after a while, but that's what they're for!

Overall: hot chocolate rocks. I think that's something we can all agree on regardless of religion/wintry holiday. Winter = hot chocolate! And now, something I've been too lazy to fiddle around with my Mac to get it to do... (i.e Copy & Paste)

FIPOGI!

Now let's play, "Pick the most disturbing thing about the picture!" The meaning of the word "unintentional" when applied to small children? The fact that this is supposed to be a toy? The fake turd? You choose.

Hello again, blogosphere!

2009-12-02T16:18:00.006-06:00

18 days and 14,000-ish words later I am BAAAAAAACKKKK! Yaaaaaaaay! *happy dance partay time*

Hmrpf.

Well that is slightly depressing.

I've come back to discover I really have nothing to blog about.

Just wanted to let you know that NAtional NOvel WRIting MOnth did not kill me. (I've never written out the whole thing; knowing this was the last time I thought I should give it its formal goodbye... good riddance. :P) Other than that, nada es interesante en mi vida hoy. (random Spanish interlude, thought there is probably a grammar error in there somewhere. Mostly I know how to swear/recognize when I am being sworn at in multiple different languages. The Germans have quite a way of insulting people, it is SO lovely...)

Otherly other than that, I am congratulating myself on repressing the urge to blurt "NO ONE EXPECTS THE SPANISH INQUISITION!!!!!" during an exam on that particular subject earlier. "World Studies" is *so* boring-- things like that must be done to maintain sanity. I definitely will never be able to take the Spanish Inquisition seriously. Due to of course:

and...

Ah, mass murder and showtunes. Two of my favorite things!

Background Change! (and 6WS)

2009-11-14T16:10:00.009-06:00

Like it?

Yes? No? HAH. Doesn't matter if you do, I do. I figured it was time for a change, though I did really love the blinged out one. But y'know, season of peace and giving.... and I like the blue.

It's also Six Word Saturday, so here goes:

Weather disappointing, stuck in mid-fall limbo.
(No leaves left, no snow either.)

I'd really be happier if the weather just made up its mind. Not to say I LOVE winter, but it's better than FOG. And wind. Bleh. (Why is spellcheck telling me "bleh" is not a word? Is too. It's a perfectly good all-purpose interjection and/or expression of pre-winterness blahs. Oh, but "winterness" is a word? Wait, it's not when I put it in quotes? HMMMM?! This spellcheck is weird but I'm weirder for arguing with it. BLEH!)

Anyway, I think I found out how to copy & paste with this mouse now that "secondary click" is enabled... now let's pilfer something from Google...

IT'S ALIIIIIIIIVVVVVE!!!!!!

Now for the REAL holiday!

2009-11-11T16:54:00.004-06:00

Happy Veteran's Day!

Meh, not really a happy occasion, but what else is there to say? Not enough people actually celebrate and honor veterans or whatever is supposed to happen thanks to this holiday. Just gives SOME lucky ducks a day off. Not us. :P

I don't have much more to say except didjaknow that they call it Remembrance Day in Canada? I didn't until today... I think this difference originates from the fact that Americans no like the big words. "Veteran's" is just shorter and more obvious. Remember who? Or what? Can I remember my dead goldfish? Hmmm.... goldfish. Cheeeeese. I'm hungry. Am I remembering my memories or the person/thing/fish/imaginary friend itself? Too complicated. Let's stick with "Veteran's", shall we?

(My remembrance of past Veteran's Days: When I was little I didn't know the difference between a veteran and a veterinarian. (it made perfect sense. Dogs = awesome therefore, Dog doctors = awesomer. Don't remember when I learned it wasn't, but I was mad about that. When IS Veterinarian's Day, anyway? *checks* Oh, it passed already. April 25th, incase you didn't know.)

(absence of the recent FIPOGIs is because this weird buttonless Mac mouse doesn't have right-click, so I can't figure out how to get the copy&paste menu for URL's and such. Either I'm completely oblivious/stupid/technologically incompetent/monkeybrained/weird/too cool for dat *choose one*, or I sense a very angry letter to Apple in the future...

World's Greatest Excuses, Part 1

2009-11-10T19:01:00.002-06:00

Part One of a series of excuses that work for just about everything:

*** But it's a holiday! ***

...and before you think I typed this post meaning for it to be a draft and publish it tomorrow but instead posted it on accident today-- and I HAVE done that before-- NO. In my eyes it's a holiday. Not just Area Code Day, either. Have you seen Google today? Sesame Street, people! Sesame Street is 40. This constitutes a holiday. THIS is why I haven't been Nanowrimo-ing as frequently as I should. I have an excuse. I'm doing other important things. This may be the one instance I'm not just solely thinking up excuses to not feel guilty about my (lack of) novel. I'm honoring Sesame Street and all it stands for. A further, longer, great explanation of this can be found at The Mindset (shout out! Woop!)

It's hard to explain, but the Muppet fandom is probably the best fandom in the world. I'm part of it and I'm proud. Happy birthday to the happiest street in the universe.

NaNo Note

2009-11-02T17:20:00.002-06:00

I've news!

I love using Olde English-y expressions, but THAT is not the news! Newsy items:

1. I got a MAC!!!! (thank ye gods! Windows no more! A computer I don't have to share with people who don't spill coffee and other *mysteeeerious* substances upon it...) The Mac no can haz the Internet yet, but its existence is quite promising.

2. I'm doing NaNoWriMo! Basic facts:
a. I have a month to write a novel.
b. That month is November.
c. I'm almost 900 words in and it's the second day,
d. BUT the average words per day *should* be something like 1,667. Nowhere near there, but I digress. This is strictly for fun, anyhow. **side: HUGE oxymoron. How can something be strict and fun?** It's impossible to write a good first draft, much less in 30 days. There's always revision.

IMPORTANT for blog-reading people:

e. This leaves a lot less time to devote to either of the blogs; this one will most likely be grossly neglected first. Unless you want to hear about NaNo every day. I doubt it, I'm the one writing it and it's not that interesting...

*insert funny picture of choice here* Whoop. See? I'm already getting lazy... :l

To be continued; is being continued (updated-ish)

2009-10-31T10:00:00.004-05:00

My Spooky Six Words:

Festivities haven't begun, trickier than treating.
(A change is possible, stay tuned...)

I've been up since 5. MY Halloween is nearly over. Now begins the phase wherein I subject to other peoples' ideas of that today is. (Somewhat willingly, believe it or not.)

That's why I like Halloween though. There's some religious connotation and history, which is interesting, but it's also a chance to run around like a little kid at night and get either candy or the living shit scared out of you. Some people ignore it, but with less of the whole "I don't celebrate ____ and therefore it is evil!" mentality.

*to be updated either late at night or Sunday, a Sunday post will signify a better night than the former...* WRONG. Okay, so I didn't. Suuuugggggaaaarrr comaaaa... karma is a bitch. I also have a cold. (again. PFFFFT....)

NOTE: If you are not happy with my 2 sets of SSW's (I counted the parentheses), the title also counts, and is nicely applicable to a lot of things.

(Oh yeah, there's a button. I think I'll be 31st this week. Coinkydink?)

Blasphemous statements from a teenage girl

2009-10-30T22:01:00.002-05:00

Shopping
Is
HELL.

Make it stop... brain melting... no costume... fuck you procrastination, you ruin my life and make my mother a bitch about things that should be solely MY problem, and ARE, because I wreck my own chances at having fun and having a social life and other normal things. I would rather stay in this chair being a vampire and blogging and yapping about my Muppet obsession.

I am incapable of having "fun". That's it. I genetically cannot have "fun". "Normal fun", that consists of shopping and sleepovers and interacting with people and shit like that. My idea of fun is a day spent at Borders or Half Price Books... I'm not picky as long as it involves quiet, inanimate objects. Or television. At this point, my ideal day tomorrow would be:

Watching Young Frankenstein until I have the dialogue completely memorized. (Real scary movies I can't deal with, plus it's awesome. Make that any Mel Brooks/Gene Wilder movie, but hey I have to do *something* "festive")

Eating Hershey's bars.

Not thinking about my Spanish project that's due Monday. (fuck I just thought about it... lalalalalalala, Monday is not 2 days from nowwwww...)

Thank you for listening to me rant, and have a nice day! /sarcasm

FIPOGI:

Merry Christmas on top of it all! :D

*Postscript note: I *may* be a bit more optimistic tomorrow, which I will begin at 6:30 am (come ON, AMC, six thirty in the morning? Oh well.) by watching above mentioned possible-best-movie-of-the-twentieth-century-in-*my*-humble-opinion. And posting my
Spooky Six Words, as everyone should. That'll cheer me up, I suppose. Meh, today I feel like shit anywho. This should be fun, but I'm pissed at myself for the most part for not "trying" to have fun more. Oh, and ignore the quotes. I do that a lot when I don't edit.*

I live with a bunch of 4 year olds. (I'm one)

2009-10-28T21:02:00.002-05:00

**I'll just let this conversation speak for itself**

Me: *staring at my mother with her bra wrapped around her head* "Exactly WHAT are you doing?"
(nearly 50something) Mother: *pause* "Plaaaaayyyying." :D
Me: *dead stare*
Mom: "Trying out halloween costumes?"
Me: "And WHAT are you?"
Mom: "The Fly." *pause* "A condom?"
Me: *what the fuck-type face* *hysterical laughter*

Oh, and this phone call with my dad.

Me: Hey/'sup type greeting... actual dialogue not remembered until this:
Dad: "I lost my ice cream."
Me: "...how?"
Dad: "I was trying to pick of the chocolate. I don't like chocolate. Then it fell off the stick!"
Me: "Hah. Sucks for you."
Dad: *whiny* "But now I doooooon't have iiiiice cream!"
Me: *laughter*

I like to pretend I'm the only "adult" in these situations... but I'm really not. It's how we "are" and it's cool. My friends with crazy-strict parents want to live here. The grass is always greener and crap like that... It probably didn't help that it was my brother's birthday and we were all sugar high. Teeheeh... >.>

If it turns out I can't write fiction for beans (we'll find out next month I 'spose. Woot NaNoWriMo!) I'll go the route of David Sedaris (love him) and write about all this. That's what this blog will become periodically, just my life, no real witty observations or whatever it is that draws you here. It helps that my life is funny when I'm not.

FIPOGI!

*Filed under category: Captain McObviousPants*

Six Word Saturday!

2009-10-24T17:11:00.003-05:00

Long time since I've done this. I missed it. My six:

Week of AGGGGHHLSIWSKLGOIBMWSOPPPPPPTTTT!!!@!#$*&!fmmmblat over!!! (Need sleep.)

Yes, "AGGGGHHLSIWSKLGOIBMWSOPPPPPPTTTT!!!@!#$*&!fmmmblat" is a word. A word to conveys the sounds of my brain melting, followed by an explosion, and more angry muttering. Hooray for Saturday.

Button button button!

(click it for more-- hopefully more eloquent-ish-- 6WSes.)

FPOGI!

I pick the third thing Google throws me when I'm bored/indecisive. For simply, "funny", Google Images put this third. In case ya wanted to know.

Postscript bit: After observing the cat picture, I have a question. What type of fruit is that? I'd say lime, but isn't the cat's head too big for that? Or is it a huge lime? Watermelon maybe? Watermelons are stripy. Can't be an avocado.... ah, the mysteries of life...

50th post of spectacularity!!! (or not.)

2009-10-21T16:36:00.005-05:00

A whole week and no blog. It's feels weird to finally be doing this, but here are my 7 awardees:

(But first, the icon!)

It Ain't Easy Being Cheesy
Show My Face
Sparkle's Soup of the Day
Life's a Beach
Gay Guy/Straight Guy
According to Alex

Just a bit of shameless promotion, really

Congratulations all. If you don't accept awards or something, disregard this. If you do, wave it proudly somewhere. (and if you do, pass it on to 7 other people and post 7 things people don't know about you. Like I have.)

FIPOGI:

I am to love the Engrish language...

Part 1 & 23/30

2009-10-14T18:22:00.002-05:00

The Whiny Edition.

Mehhhhh...

I've barely been able to read blogs lately, let alone post them. My Internet is full of suck, I still can't choose the 7 victims (which ones have it, I'm checking... which ones accept awards, who will hate me most if I don't... stuff like that. ;) ) I'm going to bestow the icon upon. I can't stop rhyming or using Victorian English terms, and I have-- eh, don't know what it is, it's *just* severe enough to make me whiny and neglectful of the ninternet. (I'm keeping the typo, it's a new word. The Internet for NINNIES!)

Suffice to say I'm cranky and I feel like crap. *goes to Symptom Checker* *yeah, they have one. Quite a few. WedMD is good. It thinks I have a cold. Awww darn. I was shooting for "Dust exposure". :(*

FIPOGI!

Teehee! >:-)

Today's blog comes in two parts.

2009-10-10T21:07:00.003-05:00

This is just the 7 facts. I'll get to the 7 people tomorrow.

Or maybe Monday.

Pinkie swear.

Anywhooo....

1. I'm a lefty! Whoop! (As are Al Gore, Marilyn Monroe, Mark Twain, Oprah, and Jim Henson.)
2. Cereal in milk grosses me out. Cereal = fine. Milk = fine. Together? NASTY.
3. I collect key chains. (Yet I have no keys for fear of losing them.)
4. I lose things a lot. (See above)
5. I love the smell of books.
6. I hate Jenny McCarthy. (I've said this before but never explained... my brother has autism, so I've heard of her theories. It's bullshit. I hate that she tries to get other people to "cure" their children instead of accepting them as the great kids they are! STFU!

Ahem. Sorry to get preachy.)
7. I'm a huge Muppet fan. **See #1. All Muppets* are operated as being left-handed too** (I also live here. Internet-wise.

BONUS: 8. For people who don't read this blog much, to avoid confusion... Rena isn't my "real" name, but rather a name made for the Nerdfighters community. Dr Rena backwards is "A nerrd." **Pay no attention to the extra R, "Dr. Ena" just doesn't have the same ring to it.**

It's really Renata, which people tend to mispronounce. Ree-nah-tah. Comprende?

Interesting, no? No? Alrighty then.

FIPOGI!

(Or rather, FIPOGI's new cousin, FIVOGI! Watch the video!)

I love the song, (Moreso than anything "current"... 70s-80s too.) but I LOVE a good parody. Expect more of these when I get lazy and don't want to spend 20 minutes on Google Images!)

*Footnote: Spellcheck seems to think that "Muppet" is a word, but "Muppets" isn't. Learn to pluralize, spellcheck! Muppets!

ALMIGHTY PROCRASTINATOR(ator!)

2009-10-06T21:03:00.003-05:00

I COULD say I'm still carefully considering who I'm going to choose and what seven juicy personal secrets I'm willing to reveal to you all. Instead of all that, (including an intricate lie involving a clown car and latex gloves... let's not go there.) I'm going to spare you the BS (and spare myself the burden of thinking up said BS. Currently I lack the mental capacity required to do so and THAT says quite a lot.) and tell you openly that, hello, my name is Rena and I'm a chronic procrastinator. (But hey, any title ending in "ator" is cool, right? PROCRASTINATOR. Yeah. EVERYTHING LOOKS AWESOME IN CAPZ, LYK YA?)

But to make up for it, here's a joke:

How do you find paper cuts you didn't know you had?
Pour hand sanitizer ALL OVER YOUR HAND! :D

......

Oh, wait.

That's not a joke. That's horrible horrible PAIN!!! O THE BURNING STINGING PAAAAIIIINNN! **I get them confused easily**

(let's just add this one to the list of lessons learned the hard way...)

FIPOGI! (this is also my most caps-TASTIC blog to date. Aren't you glad you're reading it?)

A REAL joke:

What are the two dirtiest animals on the farm

BROWN CHICKEN BROWN COW.

(yeah, it's an old joke. But it has a *real* punchline!)

OMGOSH YAY... zzzzz...

2009-10-04T18:40:00.002-05:00

Woooo!

I got an award! *points*

From Angel, who I happen to know got it from Raven (I read them both, check them out! :) ) and right now I'm just too tired to contemplate who I'll give this to and who I'll cruelly deny this awesome award. (People who've already gotten it, but deserve it nonetheless... *points to loooooong bloglist*) I've been drawing the Spaniards and the Aztecs stabbing each other for the past 2 hours, which is painstaking and terrible because I cannot draw for beans. I've accepted this and moved on. I feel really bad about this, though because it's one of these "alternative tests" where there's no test but a partner-project thing weighted as a test grade. So, my suckass drawings will bring down the poor girl I got partnered with. Sorry.

Anyhow, I'm tired and my wrist is crampy and I have to go back to drawing statues made out of blood and bread and the hearts of the hot warrior guys. Pobre chicos guapos. :(

I'll edit this tomorrow when I've had time to think, but I wanted to let you cyberpeople know I got an AWARD!!! Yay.

*crawls sadly back to desk... gets distracted by Tetris.*

Dear So & So: Train of MADNESS

2009-10-02T16:38:00.003-05:00

It's been a while since I've done this, so let's get on with it:

Dear Trains:

WHAT do you have against us?

Every. Single. Friggin. Friday. At least 3 freight trains. Today it was five. Half an hour sitting on a bus with around 70 homecoming-crazed students and no open windows. I had to pee on top of all that. TORTURE.

-- Rena

Dear Allthathomecomingcrap:

Hmm. I guess I owe you an apology. The "pep rally" was actually fun. More screaming than pep, but fun nonetheless. Much dancing. You stole the "football players doing the Single Ladies dance" thing from Glee. Plagiarists. I don't care anymore. It was so tacky it was funny. As was the Thriller dance. That was pretty darn awesome. Needed better costumes. Why the sentence fragments?

Dear Brits,

I loveyouIhateyouIloveyouIhateyou I LOVE YOU.

Ye, who hath invented Fish & Chips, and talking liketh this. Because of your delicious fried concoction, I hath burned my tongue so severely I can barely chew. Yes, I zealously stuck an entire "chip" into my mouth seconds after coming out of hot oil, but responsibility for your own *stupid* actions is so un-American. Always blame someone else. In this case, that's you. Sorry, delicious people.

Lovingly, painfully,
Rena

Dear blog,

Sorry for neglecting you. Currently I'm seriously distracted. I should go to bed or do something productive. Oh well. Forming odd short sentences. Whoooooo!

FIPOGI!

(I love Photoshop. Or whoever made this. Or the trainer of this cat.)

Decade-based thoughts

2009-09-30T18:47:00.002-05:00

Sorry I haven't posted in a while! Life got in the way. (Yup, I have one, as nonexistent as it seems...)

Homecoming Week is pretty much useless, but Pajama Day (Monday, thank god, the day we all want to.) was bliss. I am NOT a Monday morning person, nor will I ever pretend to be. PJ pants FTW. Yesterday was just class colors day, we were pink. Fine. Except that I don't OWN much pink clothing. *dodges rocks*

If it was THIS, I wouldn't mind.

Anyway. The only other good thing about all this Spirit crap is that the entire week classes are notoriously NOT HARD. That's what I was told. But nooooo. Papers due Friday, major projects I really shouldn't be procrastinating on... due soon-ish. It's not more than would be in a normal week, but I was off guard to all this. Who doesn't like doing nothing? The "having to do stuff" part of doing nothing is what sucks.

Tomorrow is decades day-- I'm dressing like a punk, (aka raiding my mom's closet; she never throws *non totally disgusting* clothes away because "They'll be back in style someday", which is the worst excuse of all time according to Stacy & Clinton.) But that should be fun. I wonder what my life would be like if I was this age in the 70s or something... Seems like an interesting time period. But what isn't? There was always stuff happening, even if it's not "interesting". I'd still be addicted to television, that much I know. No Internet, but it's not like I'd know there COULD be an Internet at that point so I'd be fine.

Oh well. At least we get out early on Friday. :)

FIPOGI!

:D

After a LONG while...

2009-09-27T15:37:00.002-05:00

I'm just catching up on all your comments, blog followers. You people rock.
(And commenting on all the other blogs I wasn't able to see/comment on, because Blogger "conveniently" decided to stop remembering me, (I always do that, even though I really should sign out for fear of teh HACKERS. :O Even almost no one else uses this computer...) and I couldn't re-login because my password contains an s, which I couldn't use, AND I couldn't make the @ sign to type my gmail name. Suckish.)

Annnyyywwwhhooo...

Thought you should know. This length of non-blogging is likely to cause concern amongst my *huge* fan base.

(And I'm going to update my bloglist again soon. I always check out my followers blogs, and they're pretty awesome. Also thinking about a background change... going to be a major makeover soon, actually. All I've really added to the sides is the quote widget, which I may move up, I don't know yet. And my profile could use some work, I like the random questions Blogger comes up with... ramble, ramble, ramble...)

FIPOGI!!!

**This isn't funny so much as it is AWESOME**

I got my vvizh.

2009-09-25T16:52:00.003-05:00

**In an effort to make this more readable, the double u vvil be represented by double v. Or one if I get lazy. German accent FTVV. And letter 21 of the alphabet vvil be the gangsta version, the z. It'll be hard to remember to convert all those letters to the alternative, but for you all I'll sacrifice.** (Spellcheck corrects it most of the time, actually. I just have to type it like this the first time to get it to recognize it...)

Today haz been really icky. Ortho early in the morning = MASSIVE HEADACHE rest of the day. Avvful. The best I can describe it iz that feeling you get when you chevv gum for VAY TOO LONG and your javv starts to hurt, then your head and it kinda gets all throbby? Yeah, that. Only you can NEVER 5TOP CHEVVING THE GUM. Imagine the pain. I couldn't go home, 'cuz the nurse iz an azzhole, and I had 3 tests today, vich iz unfair 'cuz I couldn't concentrate on anything... (but I digress, this post haz a happy ending...) 5o I spent the last 2 hours zleeping, (INCLUDING on the bus 'o doom which zayz a LOT, because I HATE IT, and I can almost never sleep on anything that move.) and when I woke up it vaz POURING!!!! The GOOD kind of rain. Instantly made me happier.

(I'm not doing Dear Zo & Zo, although I can think of a fevv novv:

Dear rain and chocolate and sleep:
Luv ya lots,
Me.

Dr. Orthodontodude--

You suck.)

This iz a zhort post, mostly cuz I hate typing like this, I'm not a gangsta and I knovv it. Fo zhizzle.

FIPOGI!!!!

Be sure to put that in the vil before you touch the wires of INSTANT DEATH... moohaha.

No Edits!

2009-09-24T16:23:00.002-05:00

So, I didn't wind up editing the 6:00 am blog from yesterday. Ah well.

Y'know what annoys me? People who mispronounce "especially" as "EXpeshully". Urgh!!! That level of butchering done to the English language should not see the outside of a computer. Period.

Thing 2: I love Thursday. Don't know why, but it seems like the week is over without being OVER. Usually it FEELS like Friday, so then Friday comes and that's just this extra day that separates Thursday (psuedo-Friday) from the actual awesome that is Saturday. This Saturday won't be as awesome, though. Closet cleaning FTL. I know I have to, I'd really kind of LIKE a cleaner closet, *I* just don't wanna. I'm a lazy neatfreak. I like when things are clean and in order, but yet I put no effort into keeping them that way. Contradictory, but true. My life in approximately 3 words.

When is it finally going to start being fall-ish? GAH. It's been cloudy over here for the past week. Either RAIN, or GO AWAY. Stupid clouds. I hate this inbetween thing. It's GRAY and that's it. Rain is anticipated, but it never comes. I love rain, when it's dark and cold and it pours. That is a day for reading and hot chocolate. Humid gray pre-drizzling is awful.

Oh darn. No the key in't orking. Dammit. Neither i the "dubya" (I HATE that pronounciation, but jut o you get the idea...) Tupid ticking key(pluralization)!!! AARGH!!!!

At least (WHAT? NOW they work? Not gonna fix all that. I guess it proves all you have to do is yell at them sometimes. ork on everything.

damn you bipolar keys (another s! WTH?) DECIDE! Work or not? What will you do in this next sentence?

**Before it cre itelf again... DAMMIT!**

FIPOGI!

Jut in time for creeper eaon!
(I love the candy, though. It' an ecue to act like a kid and get candy. HOLIDAY(plural) PN.)

**Comical mipelling and rant left in on purpoe. Orry if you can't read it! :)**

Early Bird Gets WHAT?

2009-09-23T06:45:00.002-05:00

It's 6:46 am, Central Standard time. I have to leave to get my ass to a bus stop in 4 minutes. There are already 5 new blogs up, one from Cate --> *points, no time for linkage* posted 2 minutes ago, so my reading list says. I may just post this now and edit it in the afternoon.

Ah well. Incompletely posted blog ending now-- 6:48.

RTT the First (A list)

2009-09-22T17:25:00.004-05:00

**Since it's what all the cool people are doing**
**And I need a Tuesday meme to provoke thoughts**
**But what day ISN'T a RT day?**
**Oh well.**

It's Random Thought Tuesday!
*Err... Random Tuesday Thoughts...*

This is going to be my everyday Random Thoughts, only less elaborated upon, in a more run-on bullet points format. Some of these won't even make sense to those not in my brain. Or even to me. It's doubtful that I'll spellcheck this. It's one of *those* days.

-- I kind of hate fall. Autumn is better.
-- Jenny McCarthy never ceases to annoy the crap out of me.
-- I wish it was Thursday.
-- The only good thing about Homecoming week is pajama day.
-- ET still scares me shitless.
-- Lemon poppyseed muffins are awesome.
-- I like knowing things other people don't.
-- I'm a wannabe optimist.
-- Quizzical is a funny word.
-- Garbage cans can be sources of vital information. And puns.
-- My morbid sense of humor is deeply repressed.
-- Quotes can say things better than people can.
-- Chuck E. Cheese is the breeding ground for the Assholes of Tomorrow. I used to think that place was awesome, and now I feel bad for people dragged there.
-- The German word for nipples is "Brustwarzsen" (breasts + warts. Teehee.)

-- I fully acknowledge that this is chock-full-'o-suck, but I'm in what is technically termed, "a rut." It sucks.

Well, that explains it. I'm in a rut and quite presumably alone. DO NOT WANT!!!!

FIPOGI...

Cyanide and Happiness is possibly my new favorite source of >:D

**Oh, and if the pictures are too big and cut off, it's not my fault, not gonna fix it.**

The blogosphere is a Monday person.

2009-09-21T17:05:00.005-05:00

Seriously. Everyone I read posts on Monday. You're trying to make it difficult for me, aren't you? I DESPISE leaving a blog unread on my reading list, I get completely OCD over it. This has something to do with my FIRST!!!1!!1 obsession, I'm sure. I don't like it when a blog has been sitting there without me reading it.

Today, of course, there are TWELVE new blogs. Thanks a lot, cyberspace. **Not that I have anything against reading the blogs themselves, I love you all, really, it's just my OCD and the feeling that I really *should* post on a Monday even though all my posts on Monday will probably be as follows: "Oh, crap. It's Monday. I hate Monday. Anyone who doesn't is not human. Please go submit yourself for a mental test and leave me alone. That is all, have a gReAt DaY!!! >;)"**

So in the future, either expect that or no Monday post. I've warned you before that this isn't an everyday blog. Or an informative/good/interesting/*insert what it is not here. This could be any number of things, including a blog about fencing, or how to kill a zombie using xylophone mallets. If you'd like one of those, I'd suggest you go here.*

FIPOGI!:

Good to know.

Happy Talk Like A Pirate Day!

2009-09-19T16:44:00.002-05:00

Yarrrgh. I love useless holidays. It's something to celebrate. This is going to be a really short post. Non-ramblish. Yay.

My six:

Better mood, thanks to lots of chocolate!!!

(I was 64th this week!)

FIPOGI!

:D

Dear So and So: holyfuckingspazzamatasticAHHH!

2009-09-18T16:21:00.002-05:00

***WARNING***
This blog contains: Swearing, ranting, whining, bitching, moaning and the like. I would like to say I've earned the right to these things, seeing as how I've been such a calm, positive person lately, but frankly I just need to do this or I may become irreversibly holyfuckingspazzamatastically insane. You wouldn't want that, now would you? *psychotic glare*

Does the title not say it all?

Alright then:

Dear-- School idiots (Yeah, ALL OF YOU. I think by now this goes without saying. Every Friday, after a week of this shit, I'll rant about my school. Yes, I realize this makes me no better than any wannabe-emo punk asshole who has nothing better to do than complain, specifically about how no one "understands them". But think of it this way, substitute work for as much as I moan about school, and there you have any "normal adult" blog. I realize this isn't "the real world" quite yet, but school is very much a job, just a job that doesn't pay, with questionably good, life skills teaching results. It's just crap that needs to be done. Becoming "smart" is now our only incentive.)

Where was I? Oh, yeah:

the world, Monday, trains, basketballs, gherkin pickles. And anything or anyone else I can't think of. You know who you are.

That one sums it up nicely.

Love,
Me

Dear World,

Okay, okay, sorry. Hopefully I'll be "better" again soon. (Or at least stop using so many "quotes". Yes, I even annoy myself sometimes.)

-- Rena

FIPOGI! (I'm in a twisted sort of mood that constitutes maniacal laughter at inappropriate things. Or nothing. *twitch* *laughterspasm*)

I concern people!

2009-09-17T16:35:00.002-05:00

And booooy is it FUN.

Once again in "guidance", we had to take the dreaded Freshmen Questionnaire. A variation of which we've taken about 4 times. I'd given them all the answers they want to hear, now let's have some fun:

1. What are your hobbies and/or interests?
Blogging, reading, spending all waking hours on the Internet, filling my brain with television.

2. Who are your 3 best friends?
People you don't know...

3. If you could have the "World's Best Job" *their quotes, not mine*, what would it be?
Supreme ruler of the Universe/Renowned Pastry Chef/Exterminator/Mermaid

4. Describe your current family situation.
Functional dysfunction

5. What is your one biggest worry?
Giant hamsters eating my face!

6. What's the biggest difference between middle school and high school?
The staircases.

7. What sports teams/clubs are you going to/have you joined?
Sports! HAH. You make me laugh.

8. What are you best at?
Scaring counselors. Look behind you.

9. Describe yourself in 3 words.
Sarcastic, nerdfightastic, spastic

10. I'm glad I finally decided to...
Stop being serious about questionnaire questions.

11. Where do you see yourself 10 years from now?
See #3

12. What is the biggest challenge facing teenagers today?
Polar bears

13. I am happiest when I am...
Confusing the likes of everyone.

14. What is one goal you hope to accomplish this year?
Inventing a jelly that tastes like peanut butter. Or vice-versa. I'm not picky.

Oh, there were other more school oriented boring questions. (Who's your favorite teacher, blahdiddle...) that I couldn't really mess up, but in general I think I'll be hearing from the social workers soon. They'll psychoanalyze the crap out of those cryptic faked answers. What does the polar bear symbolize? Your desperate cries for attention? Oh, no! Whatever shall we do with this misguided child?

This is what ya get when I'm bored. Now to sit back and watch the results. (This could also really serve as a test to see if whoever reads these is paying the slightest bit of attention. I'm doing them a service! :) )

FIPOGI!

(The question is, who would it burn more? You or the crayfish?)

To my...readers.

2009-09-16T18:12:00.002-05:00

Wow.

It feels so weird to type that.

People actually READ this now. I some sort of record that 4 people find this blog worth reading. Hmmmm. I think you should know I'm definitely not one of those "post every day for ____ *a year, a month, however long it takes them to do something.* In a way, I think that would be easier. Having a certain thing to do EVERY SINGLE day, and then blogging about the experience. It would be harder to DO that thing everyday, though. Like cook or go eco bit by bit, or follow the literal translation of the bible. (All things people have done, by the way. These are dedicated, if questionably sane, people. I am not in this group, mostly because of the "dedicated enough to do *a variation of* the same thing for X days/weeks/months..." part.

More often, I post when I have some sort of meme-theme (unintentional rhymes are pretty awesome, and I felt the need to point that out.) on which to base my post. (i.e. Dear So & So, 6WS) It helps me not be so... like this. Just disconnected trains of thought, although occasionally I may provoke some thought. (I hope.)

Not *too* often, though. I started this blog for my own entertainment and personal expression. I'm not going to change this format or censor myself now that I know I'm being read. (I'll try. It's not like these were deep innermost secrets anyway, but the "public eye" makes people do things...)

If you're not pissed off by that, and still would like to read my blabberings on, thank you, and I hope you like what you've found.

FIPOGI!

Noooooo! Google: IT KNOWS ALL!

(this is one of those things that *may* piss people off. Oops?)

A Morning (Nonexistent) Competition Causes Dullness

2009-09-12T09:41:00.002-05:00

It's 6WS!!!

Today I thought I would do the complete opposite of LAST week, and try to post first thing in the morning. I wanted to be first on the Mr. Linky list. I'm competitive that way. I have no chance in sports, but when it comes to the prize of being FIRST on the Internet, even though it's obnoxious to say it, I still am "FIRST FIRST FIRST!!!111"... So I have just barely woken up, and already I'm blogging. (Not without reading Cate's blog at least, whereupon I checked said Mr. Linky and found that I will be THIRTY-SEVENTH, if I hurry up and link now.

Without further ado, my six:

Indecision: What to eat for breakfast?

FIPOGI!

Lolcat nerd jokes. Yay!

Think I'm going to go eat now. KTHNXBAI!

Dear So and So: Ball of Awkward... and Comic Debate

2009-09-11T16:19:00.004-05:00

Dear America,

Well... this is quite awkward, isn't it?

To be honest I had almost forgotten the date. (no offense, I'm forgetting everything recently. The day, the date, where stairs are, how to spell my last name. Brain fart.) I remember it doing this weird team-building thing in gym-- involving a beach ball and a hula hoop, don't ask-- and I wondered why they hadn't at least done some kind of "moment of silence" thing over the announcements. At first I was pissed at THEM for forgetting or thinking we wouldn't care, I don't know which, but I realized I'm no better. Maybe it's just a case of, "that was then, this is now" but 9/11 really did change US. The country, people's opinions, the way things ARE. Do we accept it? Do we try to move on and pretend nothing happened? It seems cliche to say it changed us for the better, because maybe it did, but mostly not. Things will never be the same, so I guess all we can do is move on, but still remember. Normally I don't even like referring to the country/the population as "we", but I'm partofit too. It's going to be weird when my kids ask me "Where were you on 9/11?", because honestly I don't have a "good" story. A memorable or interesting or even emotional story.

Looking back I swear it was a weekend, because I woke up late and found my dad watching the news. (Something he rarely does, but hey, it's tv, why not?) There was BREAKING NEWS and footage of a burning building. I asked him what was going on and he told me "Some bast... just go get your mom..."

I think eventually it was explained to me, but even then I didn't care that much. I don't remember going to school-- not because I was in shock, but because either school was cancelled or my memory is bad. I didn't care. I didn't get it. I was six, though. I'm not remorseful for not being sad or in the least bit concerned, but know I understand a lot more about what 9/11 meant. Now it just makes everything... awkward.

-- Renata.

Dear Gene Wilder/Johnny Depp,

Thanks. Your respective versions of Willy Wonka provided probably the most interesting discussion in "World Studies" all year. I, of course, was on the pro-orange Oompa-Loompa side, as were about 3 other people. The 2005 version is weird and the songs make me want to rip my eyes out, but for a rousing debate there HAS to be opposing sides, I suppose. Apparently these movies are more important than the Neolithic Era. Yep, they are.

-- Amused Fan

Dear World Studies Substitute Whatsyerface:

Thanks for not caring about us yelling about Oompa-Loompas the entire period. Or singing. Or people (particularly me) shouting, "YOU LOSE!!!! GOOD DAY SIR!!!" **side: Case in point. Best quote of the whole movie.** over and over and over. Either you're too lazy to care, or you're awesome. Either way, you sir are indeed awesome.

-- Thankful, nonworking student

FIPOGI!

(As my mom would undoubtedly quip upon seeing this sign, "Is that a threat or a promise?!")

I beat the pedo... meter...

2009-09-09T17:03:00.003-05:00

Can I just say right now I hate PE. I hate it hate it HATE IT.

Do I make myself clear???? RAWRGH!

I'm an nonathletic, unmotivated, happily and admittedly lazy person. Why can't you just LEAVE ME ALONE? I'm not overweight in the least, and I maintain this weight by blissfully doing nothing. I don't need your so-called "physical education". I educate myself by telling myself that as long as my metabolism is this way I'm not going to worry about it, and when it reverses I'm either going to:

a.) Get lipo
b.) Stop caring
c.) Whine and complain and do nothing, then eventually get lipo.

I do realize none of these is the "right" answer, but oh well.

Anyway, I truly think the pedometer is the most evil man made device on Earth. A RECORD of my not doing anything for 50 minutes? How could you?

But, I have used my superior smartz to "bounce" ever so slightly... over and over and over, while I was supposed to be playing basketball. We needed a minimum of 2500 steps to pass for the day. (yeah, our PE system is on a sort of daily pass/fail basis, instead of using the presidential fitness test scores or whatever...) I got 2589. I really thought I had beaten the technology or something, but I DID really wind up taking all those steps, bouncing or not.

Congratulations, pedometer. You have officially pwned me.

I hate having PE at 7:45 in the morning.

FIPOGI!

Yes. All will be solved if you just wear pants...

Every DAY?

2009-09-08T18:26:00.003-05:00

How can you people DO it?

I know there are people out there who have enough dedication to blog every single day, but I'm not one of them. I'd like to pretend it's because I'm busy doing productive things and out having a life, but this is not the case. I'm just a lazy procrastinator...

A thought: Is there ever a correct usage of "thru"? It just looks so misspelled. Like something McDonald's thought up because "through" was too long to fit on the signs. But I've been seeing it more-- on the Internet especially, but used by otherwise non-chatspeaky people. And if "thru" IS in fact a word, can it be used interchangeably with "through", or are there two separate ways they should be used?

Well, spellcheck says "thru" is wrong. It doesn't even recognize it as a possible spelling of "through". Its suggestions: Thur, thrum, Thu, thou. Weird.

I've run out of things to say, but I want to say more. BUT, I don't want it to seem like I'm just rambling or searching for things to say. Oh this is like rambling, but ARG, now I'm rambling about rambling. The more I type the word rambling the weirder it looks. Rambley, rambley ramble ramble rambling. Hah. Ram-bling.

Well, apparently I'm not the only one who's thought of it.

Oh, that can count as a FPATEOTP, can't it? Well no, since I've typed a considerable amount after the picture instead of a sentence or two. The acronym FPATEOTP isn't very catchy, either. I'll have to fix that... how about:

FIPOGI:

Funny
Image
Pilfered
Off
Google
Images

It's shorter, at least. And it's a combination of vowels and consonants that, while it isn't REALLY a word, it LOOKS like it could be a word. And, it's not already an acronym. Like the WWF.

OR:

Or...

A comical combination of the two...

Well, that's enough FIPOGIs for one blog.

So Tired, Must Blog. Need Comments.

2009-09-05T21:52:00.003-05:00

It's (late on a) 6WS!

Yaaaay.

I am so tired right now, but we've discussed my love of comments, and I seem to only get comments when I Mr. Linky something and/or use a button, It gets people's attention.

*yawny yawny yawn yawn*

Here's my six:

Been there, done that. No easier.

Yay for the button!:

I can haz comments now? Pwease?

Alright, I'll give you this FPATEOTP in return:

I am 3 of those 1 people.

Dear So and So: Repetitive for a reason.

2009-09-04T17:40:00.005-05:00

Really, all of my "Dear So and So's" could be so much like this one it is not even funny. It's Friday, dangit. That's just how I feel.

But, in an attempt to actually have something of substance to say, I'll think of another...

Dear KGHS (Kelley Green High *or hellish* School)

Oh yes, this was your nickname up until now. But I am announcing to you that you will henceforth be known as the MJWTFHS. The Michael Jackson School of What The F. Sure, you already play MJ songs during passing periods, and as the "announcement" intro. Are you simply doing this to capitalize on the resurgence of MJ's popularity? Even the seniors weren't born until 1991, wherein he was *almost* a certified creeper/weirdo/whatever, but stiiilll notquite. Not legally. Do you think just because he is now dead those of us between the ages of 14-18 now worship him the way your administrators may have when they were "our age"? Hmmm. No.

Nonetheless, I feel the need to be supportive of your name change. It is well deserved at this point, seeing as a HUGE open hallway leading to most of the main staircases was blocked --by a group of seniors campaigning to be "Kings of the Couch", by raising school spirit and whatnot-- trying to do such spirit-raising by beating conga-ish shaped drums and waving a boombox blasting "The Way You Make Me Feel", this being only one of the several applications of the music of Michael Jackson I have noted within the last two weeks. Some suggestions to *truly* dedicate the school to the mission of its namesake...

**NEW** School Colors: Ummm... are sparkles a color??? Yeah. (much better than the KG, I must say...)

Mission Statement: We are committed to breeding individuals capable of producing the genuinely "WTF" moments only previously achieved by THE Michael Jackson.

New Classes Available: Moonwalking-- for Fun and Fitness
Become a Superstar, Wreck Your Career, and Become Famous Again
The Art of WTF
Plastic Surgery: When to Say NO. **not required for those who can pass the exam in advance. Hint: The answer to #1 is "NEVER."**

Mascot: Chimp (again, much improved from Duke, if I must say so myself...)

Sincerely,
Concerned Freshman

Dear Mustachioed/Bearded Men of the World

No offense, there's been a lot of particularly famous ones among you, (Groucho Marx, Einstein, and Billy Mays come to mind quickly...) but y'all creep me out a little. (I only revert to talking Southern when I am sincerely creeped.) Facial hair is just EW. Not only would I imagine it FEELS like a tarantula eating your face, it makes you look... Ick. If perchance I happen to marry one of you, you're shaving it IMMEDIATELY. (I know that's superficial, but if YOU love ME, you'll accept that I'm not going to accept your half-eaten face and sacrifice it in the name of love.)

Lovingly yet still creeped out,
Rena

FPATEOTP!:

Can you spot all the things wrong with this picture? I can. *shudder*

Mini TV

2009-09-02T17:00:00.004-05:00

I love commercials more than I love television.
I was sadder when Billy Mays died than when Michael Jackson did.
I love when commercials have little people in them.

(it's a weird version of Fannee Doolee, but it's true.)

Are any of these statements starting to creep you out a little? Really, I just noticed them myself and I feel like a bit of an awful person. Just watch this and try not to laugh, and THEN decide if I'm terrible:

I mean, I know how this commercial can be seen as "Politically Incorrect", but it's still hilarious. I mean, if the actors aren't offended, why should it be taken off the air? Probably an average of one embittered "little person's" complaint.

Speaking of the Politically Correct way we deal with 2000's remakes... (I wasn't, but that's my train of thought for you.)

My mom and I were discussing the article in the Sun-Times about "new" fall tv shows that are remakes, and one listed was The Electric Company. Her immediate response:

"Why would they even DO that?! It was so good! They should just show it in reruns."

It's true. In my summer state of advanced television viewing, I turned it on once. (there's nothing else on at 11 am, and we've already discussed my love of the Muppets.) From what I can understand, it's completely abandoned the original concept, and remixed the theme song.

One hilarious blurb from the article:

"None of the same segments are repeated, and no alumni have appeared. The original boasted such talents as Rita Moreno, Bill Cosby, Zero Mostel, Joan Rivers, Gene Wilder and Irene Cara."
*I added the bold, cuz that's a little long for a blurb*

And um, why WOULD they?
(adn, in addition to Zero Mostel being, uh, DEAD, I seriously doubt they would allow the image of a turban-wearing evil little person on TV nowadays... It's funny that I'm the one that thought of that and not my mom. ("I was 8. People didn't think like that then.") I mean, I was being sarcastic, like, " That's promoting terrorism! Save the children's little minds!" But I'm sure someone would make a lawsuit of it.

Seriously. Just rerun the old ones, PBS. None of this superheros/aliens/superpowers/organic diner crap. Maybe THAT'S what's keeping the 6 year olds from learning, hmmm?

FPATEOTP!

I hope this time the picture doesn't get cut off on the sides. It's on "small" and "center", but sometimes even that doesn't work. *O crap and a half. Just click on it to get the full effect...*

Confesssion time!

2009-08-30T18:38:00.003-05:00

I stalk mommy blogs.

There, I said it.

I'm not ashamed, but I do aknowledge that this is odd, considering I do NOT have kids. (sorry, Dr. Phil. Quit calling me.)

But I find other people's kids so. Freaking. Adorable! I kind of admire the moms, too. I know and admit from NOW that I could not deal with kids on a daily basis. (Not unless "Shut up and go annoy daddy!" is considered dealing with kids. I think not.) Every parent has these moments/days/weeks, but they manage to put it into cyberspace with HUMOR. Sometimes I can't tell if it's the kids or if these people ARE just really that funny. I salute you all: *link time! I'm so happy I can do HTML now.*

Kat
WhisperingWriter
C. Beth

Special section for the dad bloggers!:
LiteralDan

*dad blogger-to-be*The Quarter Thrower (I didn't enter the pool, I suck at guessing...)

Oh, and if you want to know about what I'M doing now, I'm watching the Daytime Emmys. Yea. Go Sesame Street! (I still love that show, shut up. It's awesome.)

FPATEOTP!:

It's a shirt. I WANT IT.

Since "Fuck" times six isn't polite...

2009-08-29T10:40:00.002-05:00

It's 6WS!

Button button button:

**The title gives a hint to what I'm really thinking of for my six, but here are some nicer ones**

Mint Milanos = BEST. FOOD. EVER. PERIOD.
(Come on. = isn't a word.)

The fact that I'm out of them accounts for one f***, mostly the other five have to do with all the non-relaxing-perfect-Saturday-I-wanted-to-sleep-in-today-dammit stuff I listed yesterday. Is it possible to hate posterboard?

Can a post of complete negativity be fixed by a FPATEOTP?:

It can try. We salute you, comically-oversized-sunglasses dog.

Dear So And So: THE WEEKEND IS HERE!

2009-08-28T16:54:00.003-05:00

Dear Friday,

*sings, awful* Have I told you lately I that love you? *knocks it off before you leave* I do. I neglected your awesomeness over the summer, but no more.

I LOVE YOU, FRIDAY!

And let's not forget your awesome cousin, Saturday. Love ya too. ;) I'm two timing you both. Forgive me?

(Sunday is a pain in the ass, because I'm a procrastinator extraordinaire. I DID do some 40+ math problems, but I STILL HAVE 20-ish more math problems and a timeline of the Stone Age to start... *sigh*)

WHOA.

Where'd that negativity come from? IT'S FRIDAY!

THANK YOU GOD IT IS FRIDAY!!! WOOOO!

(Can you tell I'm unreasonably happy? I am. I don't care. This has been the LONGEST WEEK OF MY (albeit short-ish) LIFE.)

Laying off the caps to say: xoxoxoxoxoxxxx
Your biggest fan,

Me.

Dear Monday:

Please do the world a favor and fuck off, 'kay?

Thank you,

Me.

FPATEOTP!:

Aww dammit. It's supposed to say, "Tramp.", but it got cut off.

Me having to explain that makes it no longer funny, doesn't it? Oh well. Just so's ya know. :)

If you've read this far, Happy Friday!

DAKOTA FANNING???!!!?!?

2009-08-26T16:31:00.002-05:00

Holy. Shit.

The world is ending.

DAKOTA EFFIN' FANNING? She who has already screwed over Charlotte's Web? Why do you remake people insist on KILLING MY CHILDHOOD? Willy Wonka, Charlotte's Web, The Wizard of Oz... all entirely awful. What next? Kiki's Delivery Service? **side: Going to see Ponyo Saturday! Yay! I'd be happier if the "bonus Jonas" and Miley v.2.0 didn't star, but Miyazaki is AWESOME. Even Disneyfied this should be great!**

Read this and you will understand: Click it and become as enraged as I am

So soon after the GALA SPECTACULAR? What are they trying to pull?

Oh. Fucking. No.

I had to go and open my big fat mouth, didn't I?????!!!?

Join me now in a picto-montage: *plays sad Oscar In Memoriam music*

And now, join me in a moment of silence

The remakes suck. Always. Period.

FPATEOTP time!

Wait, is this funny, or one of those things that should make me fear for the sake of humanity?

I get those confused sometimes.

Faily Faily Fail Boat

2009-08-24T19:38:00.002-05:00

Blehrg, so I haven't been blogging as much. The first day of high school officially was today, and so far it's fine, I'm really not freaking out as much, but I can truly say I hate the adminitration there. Not the teachers, in the stereotypical "Fuck authority" way, but I could probably run that school more effectively. It's SO disorganized it's not funny. There are 2,700 students or something like that, and they can't even change ONE thing on my ID. These things should not be that difficult. I understand all of them are very busy, but that does not mean they can be rude. They can at the very least listen. Remember the SIX PILARS OF CHARACTER? Yeah, it's right there, in your little "mission statement". Included in these six (realtivey simple) values to follow are RESPECT and RESPONSIBILITY. If you want all the students here to comply with those, do so yourself. Be a role model.

*end rant mode*

Alrighty, so this blog has consisted more of FAIL than actual blog, but I'm trying. Things are hectic right now. I haven't even checked my reading list in a while, so I'm going on a bit of a commenting spree on all of the (completely awesome) blogs I follow. *read 'em read 'em read 'em! linky on the side.*

I'm currently playing with one of those art gum erasers I had to get a few years ago, when art was a mandatory 6-week class. (At least now it's not. YAY!) I think I used it twice, but now it's fun to pull and stretch and twist and whatnot. Just saw a commercial for Nutella and it looks REALLY GOOD. I know it's more a European thing, I guess now they've realized that Americans love chocolate-nutty spread as much as they do.

FPATEOTP TIME!

I leave you with this:

This is why I hope they figure out some way to fix oldness before I get there.

Uttering Nonsense

By the way, I claim this as my intellectual property

The Feasibility of Romance in Mental Institutions

Popular

Conversion Successful, Achievement Unlocked!

A Definitive Choice and Explanation on What I Will Name My Hypothetical Daughter

It's the most wonderful time of the year. . .

Embarrassing Story Hiatus-Compensation

Because, why not?

A Series of Unfortunately Deep Thoughts as I Search for the Holy Grail

Most Idiotic Question Ever (via me)

The Mosh Pit Experimentation

Reintroduction. (You may just want to skip this one, honestly)

BEDA

New stuff and schizophrenia (back to normal...)

Movie Recommendations

Manly Showering Techniques

Ann M. Martin: Killer of Dreams

Early Blog (6WS)

How Toy Story Scarred My Childhood

Why I Like Wikipedia

Starts Out -ish And Gets Progressively... Moreso.

Awkward and Awesome Other Blog FUN!

Questions!

Hometown SHAME.

Good Television Inspires Hypocrisy

Seinfeldian Observations (Or, the blog earns its name)

Why I'm Tired.

Things I Should Do, Preferably Soon

Summer! (Or, Cake at a Funeral)

Things Which Keep My Brain From Melting

Pants vs. Shakespeare

"There is nothing so self-righteous nor so right as an adolescent imagination."

A Soapbox-Sadie Six Words

April (Month) and Fool (Me)

News From Geniusland

More Meaningless Moaning About The Weather

Under Construction

And the rest of the day to yourself

Age IN-appropriate crushes

The Explanation Comes First (A 6WS)

Spring, pre-Sprung

Meem vs. Meme

Wednesday

A Non-6WS

Milanos!

Sounds Like...

The Prevail of My Social Life? You Decide!

Must Stop... Shatner-Style...Pauses

Schwarzenegger and World Studies

Harry Potter Allegory!

And in what could have been one blog:

Nostalgic Movies for a Cold Saturday

Possible band names

Answering Machine of the Multiverse

6WS (Video Edition)

Resolution Part 2/104

Noob Reviewer on Religion, Relative Hotness of Jesii

6WS resolutions!!!

YUM. (6WS)

Snow and 6WS!

Inherently funny words

Hot Chocolate Season...

Hello again, blogosphere!

Background Change! (and 6WS)

Now for the REAL holiday!

World's Greatest Excuses, Part 1

NaNo Note

To be continued; is being continued (updated-ish)

Blasphemous statements from a teenage girl

I live with a bunch of 4 year olds. (I'm one)

Six Word Saturday!

50th post of spectacularity!!! (or not.)

Part 1 & 23/30

Today's blog comes in two parts.

ALMIGHTY PROCRASTINATOR(ator!)

OMGOSH YAY... zzzzz...

Dear So & So: Train of MADNESS

Decade-based thoughts

After a LONG while...

Dear So and So: holyfuckingspazzamatasticAHHH!