Should be illegal.
It's like a freaking drug.
For such a cross fandom freak, it's.........................
Heaven.
Here's what happened:
Lalalala I think I wanna make a tumblr. Seems fun enough.
I'll just go on for a few minutes.... What the heck? It's been four hours.
The same way Pinterest got me.......
Check it out, like a few posts, reblog, hell; you could even follow me.
I am The Girl With The Chicken Purse.
In other news....
I went on the Slip 'n' Slide, more commonly remembered as the Slip 'n' Bleed.
My arms are so sore I can't lift them and I have so many bruises and scrapes that I look like I've been beaten.
Basically, I had fun. Yeah.
Monday, August 27, 2012
Friday, August 17, 2012
Does Not Compute...
I have a mere week and a few days left of Summer Vacation. I still have to finish my freaking Math Packet...
I get the concept of it, but then what's the point of the whole month of review that we do when we start class?
I also have to finish reading The Book Thief, which is fantastic.
But I have two other books I got from the library like a month ago..... They're sending me emails saying how much I owe them in late fees. It's a problem.
Sixteen Candles and Monty Python and The Holy Grail are two of the funniest things I've watched all summer.
I'm spending my slowly dwindling days of freedom blogging, watching JennaMarbles, and listening to Whitney Houston.
I honestly don't think I'm ready for high school. It's the whole getting lost thing. All the other middle schools in our district have at least two floors and are twice as big and have each been redone completely at least three times, but not ours. Nope. One floor and puny. The town wouldn't even give them enough money to repair all the things that are broken like heating and windows and not removing asbestos and that stuff. They say they need more classrooms because they have teachers sharing rooms and traveling by cart, which is bull because there aren't more than 20 kids in each class. Just combine a few classes and lay off a teacher or two, maybe the ones who didn't teach Math but instead showed students YouTube videos all day (True Story and the reason I can't do the math packet without help from Panseh, because she went to a math camp.)
I like writing and blogging and YouTube, and I was thinking it would be a good idea to get my own laptop for high school. Everyone complains about how long I'm on the computer, doing schoolwork and such.
So I'm searching the Apple website because we are strictly a Mac household. This is what happened.
MacBook Air Page is all like, "You want a basic 11 inch MacBook with no extra memory or attachments besides the charger and built in applications? Mmmmm 'kay. That'll be a thousand dollars."
So I'm all like, "C'mon Mac! I'm choosing you over PC! Couldn't ya offer me something a little less expensive?"
And it's all like, "Well I can give you the same thing just preowned! That'll still be about nine hundred bucks."
And so my brain goes, "ERROR. ERROR. DOES NOT COMPUTE."
My God! I am going into ninth grade and the only job I have is doing laundry. And I don't even get paid for that.
My dad works for a state university, so that somehow gives him a student discount on Apple Products, but that's still a metric butt ton of money.
Anyone wanna donate?
I get the concept of it, but then what's the point of the whole month of review that we do when we start class?
I also have to finish reading The Book Thief, which is fantastic.
But I have two other books I got from the library like a month ago..... They're sending me emails saying how much I owe them in late fees. It's a problem.
Sixteen Candles and Monty Python and The Holy Grail are two of the funniest things I've watched all summer.
I'm spending my slowly dwindling days of freedom blogging, watching JennaMarbles, and listening to Whitney Houston.
I honestly don't think I'm ready for high school. It's the whole getting lost thing. All the other middle schools in our district have at least two floors and are twice as big and have each been redone completely at least three times, but not ours. Nope. One floor and puny. The town wouldn't even give them enough money to repair all the things that are broken like heating and windows and not removing asbestos and that stuff. They say they need more classrooms because they have teachers sharing rooms and traveling by cart, which is bull because there aren't more than 20 kids in each class. Just combine a few classes and lay off a teacher or two, maybe the ones who didn't teach Math but instead showed students YouTube videos all day (True Story and the reason I can't do the math packet without help from Panseh, because she went to a math camp.)
I like writing and blogging and YouTube, and I was thinking it would be a good idea to get my own laptop for high school. Everyone complains about how long I'm on the computer, doing schoolwork and such.
So I'm searching the Apple website because we are strictly a Mac household. This is what happened.
MacBook Air Page is all like, "You want a basic 11 inch MacBook with no extra memory or attachments besides the charger and built in applications? Mmmmm 'kay. That'll be a thousand dollars."
So I'm all like, "C'mon Mac! I'm choosing you over PC! Couldn't ya offer me something a little less expensive?"
And it's all like, "Well I can give you the same thing just preowned! That'll still be about nine hundred bucks."
And so my brain goes, "ERROR. ERROR. DOES NOT COMPUTE."
My God! I am going into ninth grade and the only job I have is doing laundry. And I don't even get paid for that.
My dad works for a state university, so that somehow gives him a student discount on Apple Products, but that's still a metric butt ton of money.
Anyone wanna donate?
Thursday, August 16, 2012
Boo!
I went to Pennsylvania and saw some ghosties!
Well, I didn't actually see them. My camera did.
We went to the Indian Echo Caverns, which, by the way, are beautiful, and took loads of pictures.
They almost all had a bunch of orbs in them.
I don't have the pictures off the camera yet, but they are way cool.
I also went to Hersheypark, but I gotta say it was less interesting. I appreciate that my parents spent the money to take our family there, but I'm not gonna lie.
I didn't enjoy it very much.
It's just a chocolate themed carnival.
Same rides, the basics; Scrambler, Tilt A Whirl, Carousel, Pirate Ship, Train Ride, Monorail, Rocket Ship things.
I'm not a thrill ride person, so I didn't go on SkyRush or The Great Bear or Fahrenheit. Those are some scary fucking rides.
I can only take as much as Wild Mouse. I nearly lost it on Wild Cat, and that's only a level three.
Then there was the Trailblazer, which was less than a minute long. It's a family coaster, and I got sick of it after the third time.
Mind you, they did have some unique rides like the Reeses Xtreme Cup Challenge and RollerSoaker. The Cup Challenge was a team up laser target shootout, and it's air conditioned. RollerSoaker was a two minute flyover of the waterpark, and there are stations below where other guests can send huge jets of water at you. You can also drop a load of water on parkgoers waiting in line for the lazy river to cool them down a bit.
Honestly though, it wasn't worth the 45 minute wait.
I suppose this is kind of a rant.
It's just that I'm so finely tuned to Disney quality. Disney rides have a story to them, it's not just a quick thrill. Disney has ruined other parks for me, mainly because other parks are boring and Disney is awesome. But Disney is more expensive. DX
I think it's also that I'm too old for it. It doesn't hold my attention long enough.
It's kind of sad, for me, because I am finally saying goodbye to my childhood for real. When you're young, these rides are new and exciting. Once you get older, they're just overpriced, well maintained versions of the rides you can get into for five bucks a person at your local carnival. It loses the excitement.
The last thing we did in PA was go to the Amish Farm and House, which ironically is in the parking lot of a Target.
If you're not familiar with old order Amish beliefs, just look them up. It's very interesting the way they adapt 21st Century living to fit their ideology.
I met a goat man who also makes wooden chickens. He woodburned my name onto a woodchip.
I also learned that I have a very Amish name (Amme is my internet name; if you haven't figured out by now it's just Emma backwards. Nietsreg is made up though.).
There was a paper doll of an Amish girl named Emma, one of the original occupants of the house in the 1700's was named Emma, one of the goats was named Emma, and when we went to the amazing restaurant Good 'n' Plenty (try the hamloaf) there was a painting of a little Amish girl named Emma.
Some people think it's a British name because it's popular in English literature, but it is actually an old German name. It's popular in Amish communities because their church services are done in an older German language.
Yeah.
Chew on that nugget of information. Good night. It's one A.M. here.
Well, I didn't actually see them. My camera did.
We went to the Indian Echo Caverns, which, by the way, are beautiful, and took loads of pictures.
They almost all had a bunch of orbs in them.
I don't have the pictures off the camera yet, but they are way cool.
I also went to Hersheypark, but I gotta say it was less interesting. I appreciate that my parents spent the money to take our family there, but I'm not gonna lie.
I didn't enjoy it very much.
It's just a chocolate themed carnival.
Same rides, the basics; Scrambler, Tilt A Whirl, Carousel, Pirate Ship, Train Ride, Monorail, Rocket Ship things.
I'm not a thrill ride person, so I didn't go on SkyRush or The Great Bear or Fahrenheit. Those are some scary fucking rides.
I can only take as much as Wild Mouse. I nearly lost it on Wild Cat, and that's only a level three.
Then there was the Trailblazer, which was less than a minute long. It's a family coaster, and I got sick of it after the third time.
Mind you, they did have some unique rides like the Reeses Xtreme Cup Challenge and RollerSoaker. The Cup Challenge was a team up laser target shootout, and it's air conditioned. RollerSoaker was a two minute flyover of the waterpark, and there are stations below where other guests can send huge jets of water at you. You can also drop a load of water on parkgoers waiting in line for the lazy river to cool them down a bit.
Honestly though, it wasn't worth the 45 minute wait.
I suppose this is kind of a rant.
It's just that I'm so finely tuned to Disney quality. Disney rides have a story to them, it's not just a quick thrill. Disney has ruined other parks for me, mainly because other parks are boring and Disney is awesome. But Disney is more expensive. DX
I think it's also that I'm too old for it. It doesn't hold my attention long enough.
It's kind of sad, for me, because I am finally saying goodbye to my childhood for real. When you're young, these rides are new and exciting. Once you get older, they're just overpriced, well maintained versions of the rides you can get into for five bucks a person at your local carnival. It loses the excitement.
The last thing we did in PA was go to the Amish Farm and House, which ironically is in the parking lot of a Target.
If you're not familiar with old order Amish beliefs, just look them up. It's very interesting the way they adapt 21st Century living to fit their ideology.
I met a goat man who also makes wooden chickens. He woodburned my name onto a woodchip.
I also learned that I have a very Amish name (Amme is my internet name; if you haven't figured out by now it's just Emma backwards. Nietsreg is made up though.).
There was a paper doll of an Amish girl named Emma, one of the original occupants of the house in the 1700's was named Emma, one of the goats was named Emma, and when we went to the amazing restaurant Good 'n' Plenty (try the hamloaf) there was a painting of a little Amish girl named Emma.
Some people think it's a British name because it's popular in English literature, but it is actually an old German name. It's popular in Amish communities because their church services are done in an older German language.
Yeah.
Chew on that nugget of information. Good night. It's one A.M. here.
Saturday, July 21, 2012
I'm Rich!
And I'm eating a frozen chicken nugget because the oven is heating up far too slow for my liking (Don't you worry your pretty little heads, they're precooked and safe. They're just suggested as being served hot. Still tasty cold though...).
But not really.
Rich, I mean. I actually ate the frozen nugget.
My family had a tag sale to get rid of a bunch of crap, and it seemed a better idea to make some money off of it than to just toss everything. We might have needed a dumpster...
In about two weeks we're heading to Pennsylvania (which means Penn's woods..... Gotta love history class!) for a family vacation in..... wait for it......
Hershey!
w00t!
I don't have a job that I get paid for with actual money... I get paid with small favors and thank yous (endless hours of babysitting for free or just supervising at the dance studio to make sure all homework is done and no child is lost or starving). My parents said that I'm old enough to buy my own souvenirs, which is what I hate the most about being a teenager. Being able to earn your own money is both liberating and restricting, because if you don't get paid you can't buy your own things so you work harder in hopes to get paid and then the thing you want is expensive and you just give up.
Or at least that's how it plays out for me..... What's that? Some of you get something called..... allowance? That's a very foreign concept... (If either of my parents are reading this, I know that money's tight and that I don't keep anything very clean, but... I couldn't even have, like, five dollars a month? I watch the monkeys all the time...)
The last time I asked for money, I got $2. Granted, it was because that was all the cash in the house.
I'm getting off topic.....
Right! Tag sale!
I went into overdrive making duct tape shit to sell. Nothing expensive, the highest price was $4.50.
My grand total for the six hour long day?
$12.
And that was all from family and friends. On strangers who actually came to the tag sale to shop and not just hang out, I made 50 cents.
$12 and one of the worst sunburns I've had in a long while...
But it wasn't all terrible, I learned how to make a basic Kandi cuff. I also think I lost a pound because as of 6:50 PM, the entire list of food I've eaten today only has three things.
1) A banana when I woke up a little before 7:00
2) An Oreo Coolatta from Dunkin Donuts at about noon
3) Half a granola bar at 4:30 when I realized how hungry I was..... Only half because it was stale.
Oh, and of course the frozen chicken nugget.
Last thing: I'm going to do a final tally of my injuries...
1) Yesterday I broke my toe on my bedframe
2) Yesterday I pulled something in my back while standing still and had to lay down for an hour
3) Over the course of a week I gradually injured my left ankle more and more, and now I'm wearing a brace
4) Sunburn and definitely some melanoma in my future
5) I was using a needle to poke holes in random crap and have multiple pricks on my left index finger
6) I was trying to scrape some gunk off of a scissor blade and sliced a chunk of skin off of my left thumb
7) I poked myself in the eye this morning
It's just one of those weeks where you give up and go back to bed...
But not really.
Rich, I mean. I actually ate the frozen nugget.
My family had a tag sale to get rid of a bunch of crap, and it seemed a better idea to make some money off of it than to just toss everything. We might have needed a dumpster...
In about two weeks we're heading to Pennsylvania (which means Penn's woods..... Gotta love history class!) for a family vacation in..... wait for it......
Hershey!
w00t!
I don't have a job that I get paid for with actual money... I get paid with small favors and thank yous (endless hours of babysitting for free or just supervising at the dance studio to make sure all homework is done and no child is lost or starving). My parents said that I'm old enough to buy my own souvenirs, which is what I hate the most about being a teenager. Being able to earn your own money is both liberating and restricting, because if you don't get paid you can't buy your own things so you work harder in hopes to get paid and then the thing you want is expensive and you just give up.
Or at least that's how it plays out for me..... What's that? Some of you get something called..... allowance? That's a very foreign concept... (If either of my parents are reading this, I know that money's tight and that I don't keep anything very clean, but... I couldn't even have, like, five dollars a month? I watch the monkeys all the time...)
The last time I asked for money, I got $2. Granted, it was because that was all the cash in the house.
I'm getting off topic.....
Right! Tag sale!
I went into overdrive making duct tape shit to sell. Nothing expensive, the highest price was $4.50.
My grand total for the six hour long day?
$12.
And that was all from family and friends. On strangers who actually came to the tag sale to shop and not just hang out, I made 50 cents.
$12 and one of the worst sunburns I've had in a long while...
But it wasn't all terrible, I learned how to make a basic Kandi cuff. I also think I lost a pound because as of 6:50 PM, the entire list of food I've eaten today only has three things.
1) A banana when I woke up a little before 7:00
2) An Oreo Coolatta from Dunkin Donuts at about noon
3) Half a granola bar at 4:30 when I realized how hungry I was..... Only half because it was stale.
Oh, and of course the frozen chicken nugget.
Last thing: I'm going to do a final tally of my injuries...
1) Yesterday I broke my toe on my bedframe
2) Yesterday I pulled something in my back while standing still and had to lay down for an hour
3) Over the course of a week I gradually injured my left ankle more and more, and now I'm wearing a brace
4) Sunburn and definitely some melanoma in my future
5) I was using a needle to poke holes in random crap and have multiple pricks on my left index finger
6) I was trying to scrape some gunk off of a scissor blade and sliced a chunk of skin off of my left thumb
7) I poked myself in the eye this morning
It's just one of those weeks where you give up and go back to bed...
Tuesday, July 10, 2012
I GOT SHELL GAME!
I found a Barnes and Noble giftcard and I finally got the fifth Kingdom Keepers book, Shell Game!!!!
Cotom and BTvinyl and Disneygirl..... You know what that means.....
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!
I'm already on Chapter Six!
A minotaur and Camazotz?
RIDLEY I JUST CAN'T TAKE YOU.
What a genius. And the Charlie Maybeck bonding? OMG SO CUTE!!!!
WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
YES!!!!
Cotom and BTvinyl and Disneygirl..... You know what that means.....
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!
I'm already on Chapter Six!
A minotaur and Camazotz?
RIDLEY I JUST CAN'T TAKE YOU.
What a genius. And the Charlie Maybeck bonding? OMG SO CUTE!!!!
WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
YES!!!!
Sunday, July 1, 2012
And the Oscar Goes To...
STARFISH WERE MEANT TO FLYYYYY!
Today, I went to my friend who shall be called Sparkle's Sweet Sixteen Party.
I covered a Bop It in glitter for her.
We went to New York City for the day.
We left at 9:00.
In a bus.
A party bus.
A PINK party bus.
THAT WAS FULL OF JUICE AND PIXY STIX. And some bananas.
We went to Madam Tussauds.
When we walked into the first room, I screamed because RuPaul was there. I sat 'trucker-style' with Madonna. I peed myself a little when pole dancing Brittany was breathing, and took some pictures of Janis Joplin because she gave the 10th Doctor his awesome coat.
My camera died when I walked in, so most of the pictures were on my phone.
What really surprised me was the lack of cashiers. I just wanted to buy some candy, but the cash register that was labelled 'Open' was without an employee for the entire 20 minutes I waited, until I gave up and left. Then in the main gift shop there was a cashier. He walked away when I came over.
Buuuut I bought myself an Oscar and a notebook. Well, technically it's just a "Celebrity Award", but whatever. I really loved that everything was reasonably priced.
Then we went to Angelo's for lunch. BEST. PIZZA. EVAR.
http://angelosnyc.com/
Just.... I can't even.... IT WAS SO FREAKING GOOD. AND I JUST HAD PEPPERONI.
Yeah.
The Nekkid Cowboy sang to her.
And then we went to the Disney store.
Now, when my father entrusted me with $60 of spending money, I set my mind on purchasing a big ol' plushie of one of these guys from Brave (BEST MOVIE EVAR).
Here he is. I've decided that of the three he is Harris, not Hubert or Hamish.
I also got a plastic cup that says I <3 NYC but the heart is Mickey ears. Eh, it was 25% off.
Then I saw a villains tote bag and got one of those because it was $3. #SWAG
And I got a purple MOUSTACHE necklace from F21.
It was such a fun day.
And I get to go back into the city sometme next week TO SEE NEWSIES ON BROADWAY! It's my graduation present. Sooooo excited! They had Newsie caps at the Disney store, but felt that $30 was pushing it, so I'm gonna try and find one at Marshall's or TJ Maxx.
Now, I have hives all over my body for no apparent reason. I just really don't wanna go to an allergist. I also don't want to do a 10 day cleanse with my mom, or do pilates with her twice a week. Oh well.
I guess I'll take some Benydryl and go to bed.
Should I make a haul video for my youtube channel, show you all my swag?
Saturday, June 30, 2012
What Makes a Villain Pt 2 (Basically Frollo)
Let me just start off by saying that a priest from a church I sometimes go to was found with some *ahem* illegal material that had to do with children. Let me use that as a segue into talking about Judge Claude Frollo as a pedophile.
Well, first of all he is a freaking racist bigot. If you don't know what that means, just look it up. It's not a bad thing (well it's a bad thing to be...), I just don't feel like explaining it. Instead, I'll give a synopsis of how evil this character is without being an attempted rapist.
Honestly. They're gypsies. Your point? You're a judge. They aren't trying to bother you. You're the only one at fault here sir. They are just trying to live out their lives, and you engage them in a high speed pursuit by horse. And you don't even give them a fair chance, they're on foot!
Obviously the only reasonable thing to do is to kill the innocent woman on the steps of the church and try to drown the baby because it's ugly. Totally. The only reason to take the baby in after murdering his mother is because the archdeacon threatens you.
You know you have a problem when a man from the church threatens you.
So you raise the child and teach him that he is a monster. Never let him leave.
Let's start with the fact that he looks like a child molester. I can accurately say this because my schools thus far in my life have hired several who have gotten fire later in the year for *ahem* inappropriate touching. Creepy eyes and too many rings, plus he just has that look on his face.
Now, Quasimodo. He taught Quasi that he was his only friend. If he stays away in here, he'll be safe. He strokes the boys humpy thing with his bony pimp ring fingers. Quasi will stay safe because he stays at home. Stockholm Syndrome much? (That's when an abducted person believes that their captor is actually trying to protect them, they start to idolize them. Don't quote me on that though.)
Enter Esmerelda. She is a beautiful, sexy gypsy who knows how to dance. She pole dances in a skimpy sheer dress and then totally makes fun of him and defies him.
PAUSE. I just wanted to let you know that I had a Mexican Pizza from Taco Bell for dinner. It was really good.
PLAY. So then Frollo decides that he wants to arrest her and he creeps on her in the church. He gets all feely, sniffs her hair and neck, has 'unholy thoughts.'
She stays in the church because Phoebus is just a darn nice guy and says that she claimed sanctuary and proceeds to sing one of the most beautiful songs ever. Meanwhile, Quasimodo has fallen in love and Frollo is alone is his room singing to his fire. He thinks about wanting sexytimes, sees her practically nekkid in the flames. He says, "Choose me or your pyre, be mine or you will buuuuuurn!"
Basically, he' saying: Be my sex slave and live in my closet chained up like an animal or I will kill you.
And there you have it. I think the greatest villain is a pedophile.
I myself have been in many near molestation situations, like the other day at our local Subway. The local homeless man who does his drugs next to the dumpster every evening was just standing at the cash register, babbling and not really seeming any kind of threat. He couldn't form two coherent words and didn't seem to be talking to anyone in particular. I go to the cash register to pay for my food and he moves closer. He keeps talking and these are the only things I could make out: stripper, bold breasts, something painted yellow, something about babies, and book from the 1400's, and condom.
I pretended to get a phone call, walked calmly out of the store with Derp, and RAN FOR OUR F*CKING LIVES BACK TO THE DANCE STUDIO.
And then there is my former technology education (woodshop) teacher (Ladies, could one of you just bend over and pick that up for me? And: Call me over if you're gonna use the belt sander. I gotta watch you, make sure you don't jam it in too hard.), my former assistant principal (I like your pigtails. I want you to wear them ever day that I'm here. {He was only at our school 3 days a week}) and the general music teacher from sixth grade who unfortunately has tenure and is still working there as far as I know (Turns up the heat so we take off our sweatshirts, strategically places fans to blow skirts around, once pretended to trip in the hallway and grabbed my butt. I'm also pretty sure I heard him calling a hooker once.)
Creepers are evil.
They give me terrible nightmares. That's why I almost couldn't read The Lovely Bones. But friends told me it was good after the rape scene so I just skipped through most of that chapter.
Think on that my friends. I'm watching Psych on ion, so I'm all set for now.
Tuesday, June 19, 2012
What Makes a Villain Pt 1
I AM DONE WITH SCHOOL.
So now you know that I'm not dead.
Hey, did you ever notice that I use the word 'so' to start the majority of my sentences? Because I just did.....
AnyWhovian, I'm just sitting in my room with the laptop. I decided to check my DeviantART, and in my deviantWATCH stack I had a punch of stuff from #DisneyVillainsClub. And it got me thinking...
What really makes a villain?
Many think you just need someone who is evil or sinister or mad (with power or otherwise).
But what is truly evil?
I'm just gonna flat out disqualify all revenge cases. Except for Maleficent, because there's really no reason for her to have been invited to Aurora's christening. That's just a little bit of crazy and no real reason to hate this girl so much.
Then there's the Evil Queen.
If any of you watch(ed) Once Upon A Time, first of all BEST SHOW OTHER THAN DOCTOR WHO TORCHWOOD SHERLOCK and then: Regina is powerful. And she has an actual reason to want to kill Snow. Crazy bitch of a mother and suddenly getting married to a creepy older guy when you already have someone you love, when that one girl just goes and f*cks everything up for her. So her mother rips out her lover boy's heart and Queeny there snaps.
I wouldn't really count her as evil, because she is driven by revenge for her lost love. Same as Sweeney Todd, underneath all the guts it is really just a love story.
Then there's the classic Disney Snow White queen. She has no justification for her bloodlust, she just wants this girl dead because she's prettier.
So starting the list of traits that make a villain:
1) No justifications for what they're doing, just selfishness or being a tad crazy.
2) Vanity to a ridiculous extreme.
I'll finish part two another time, starting with Judge Claude Frollo from the Hunchback of Notre Dame being a complete and udder pedophile.
So now you know that I'm not dead.
Hey, did you ever notice that I use the word 'so' to start the majority of my sentences? Because I just did.....
AnyWhovian, I'm just sitting in my room with the laptop. I decided to check my DeviantART, and in my deviantWATCH stack I had a punch of stuff from #DisneyVillainsClub. And it got me thinking...
What really makes a villain?
Many think you just need someone who is evil or sinister or mad (with power or otherwise).
But what is truly evil?
I'm just gonna flat out disqualify all revenge cases. Except for Maleficent, because there's really no reason for her to have been invited to Aurora's christening. That's just a little bit of crazy and no real reason to hate this girl so much.
Then there's the Evil Queen.
If any of you watch(ed) Once Upon A Time, first of all BEST SHOW OTHER THAN DOCTOR WHO TORCHWOOD SHERLOCK and then: Regina is powerful. And she has an actual reason to want to kill Snow. Crazy bitch of a mother and suddenly getting married to a creepy older guy when you already have someone you love, when that one girl just goes and f*cks everything up for her. So her mother rips out her lover boy's heart and Queeny there snaps.
I wouldn't really count her as evil, because she is driven by revenge for her lost love. Same as Sweeney Todd, underneath all the guts it is really just a love story.
Then there's the classic Disney Snow White queen. She has no justification for her bloodlust, she just wants this girl dead because she's prettier.
So starting the list of traits that make a villain:
1) No justifications for what they're doing, just selfishness or being a tad crazy.
2) Vanity to a ridiculous extreme.
I'll finish part two another time, starting with Judge Claude Frollo from the Hunchback of Notre Dame being a complete and udder pedophile.
Thursday, May 31, 2012
Ridley Isn't Dead!
Soooo I haven't been commenting on WildRide because I couldn't find whatever post you guys are on...
But never fear, CyberKeeper Amme Nietsreg is still alive. AND SO IS MR RIDLEY PEARSON!
I signed up for his newsletter aaaaaaaand...
He's having a contest for the title of Kingdom Keepers 6!!!
I will give you the link. Click right here!
Click! You know you want to!
Yes, I'm looking at you Cotom and BTVinyl!
Be creative!
AH!!!!!!!!!! You could be the creator of the title of the next Kingdom Keepers book AND be noted for it IN THE BOOK!
You guys seriously don't get how big this is for me... I was born to name things. It's what I was meant to do. I am good with working my words and titles come naturally.
For those of you who don't know what the Kingdom Keepers are, educate yourself.
They are teens who run around the Disney Parks at night as holograms and defeat the evil villains.
Okay, so my synopsis isn't the best but it gives you a general idea.
But seriously, it is the best series I have ever read except probably Harry Potter.
I can't really sum up its awesomeness here, I have to go to bed now because I am gonna pass out. *zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz*
Just remember:
The Kingdom Keepers by Ridley Pearson.
But never fear, CyberKeeper Amme Nietsreg is still alive. AND SO IS MR RIDLEY PEARSON!
I signed up for his newsletter aaaaaaaand...
He's having a contest for the title of Kingdom Keepers 6!!!
I will give you the link. Click right here!
Click! You know you want to!
Yes, I'm looking at you Cotom and BTVinyl!
Be creative!
AH!!!!!!!!!! You could be the creator of the title of the next Kingdom Keepers book AND be noted for it IN THE BOOK!
You guys seriously don't get how big this is for me... I was born to name things. It's what I was meant to do. I am good with working my words and titles come naturally.
For those of you who don't know what the Kingdom Keepers are, educate yourself.
They are teens who run around the Disney Parks at night as holograms and defeat the evil villains.
Okay, so my synopsis isn't the best but it gives you a general idea.
But seriously, it is the best series I have ever read except probably Harry Potter.
I can't really sum up its awesomeness here, I have to go to bed now because I am gonna pass out. *zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz*
Just remember:
The Kingdom Keepers by Ridley Pearson.
Wednesday, May 30, 2012
This... Is... Serious. THE DOCTOR IS REALLY REAL.
Alright, I know I promised a post that wasn't about Doctor Who...... But I have to do this so bear with me.
My history teacher assigned a project. A class timeline; each student gets a different topic. He assigned me the Gold Rush of 1848, starting at Sutter's Mill near Sacramento, California. We used our history books. In my section was this picture. (I found this one on Google Images, but it's the same one)
There is also a close up of the second man from the right. I noticed that he looks particularly similar to the 9th Doctor, played by Christopher Eccleston in 2005...
Now, I know the picture is blurry. I took it with my old phone, but my new one takes great pictures. Tomorrow I will bring my history book home and take a better picture. Either tomorrow or over the weekend, I promise I'll post it!
And now for a comparison:
So we can all agree that I'm not crazy?
The Doctor is real?
I mean, come on. I FOUND HIM IN A REAL HISTORY BOOK.
My history teacher assigned a project. A class timeline; each student gets a different topic. He assigned me the Gold Rush of 1848, starting at Sutter's Mill near Sacramento, California. We used our history books. In my section was this picture. (I found this one on Google Images, but it's the same one)
And now for a comparison:
The Doctor is real?
I mean, come on. I FOUND HIM IN A REAL HISTORY BOOK.
Tuesday, May 29, 2012
GloZell Green is...
I know she's really doing the cinnamon challenge, but it looks like she's regenerating!
But seriously guys...
I'm sorry to all of my non Whovians, you've been very tolerant of my nerdiness recently. I just haven't known what to post.
SO comment with what you think my next post should be about and IT SHALL BE SO!
PS: Make sure you check her out on youtube!!!
Saturday, May 26, 2012
The Doctor Dances?
Sooooo fellow internet trolls........ Today we threw my mom a surprise party for her milestone birthday!
It all went swimmingly, in the time it took her to watch my brother's baseball game we set up the entire back yard and got 50 people over. She had no idea, and it was hysterical. Earlier this morning, she was grumbling about how my dad had a day off and didn't get anything done. I almost peed myself laughing, because on his day off we were driving back and forth across town getting things like tiki torches.
I turned Pandora on, I was dancing like a flower child in my maxidress. Oh, one her friend's daughter told me I looked like Taylor Swift!
I had a sudden urge to do the drunken giraffe dance. Observe.
I did that for the end of the song that was playing. Then the next song that came on was "Crazy Little Thing Called Love".
That's the song that the Doctor dances to in the video up above.
Coincidence?
"Never ignore a coincidence. Unless you're busy."
~ The Doctor in 'The Pandorica Opens'
It all went swimmingly, in the time it took her to watch my brother's baseball game we set up the entire back yard and got 50 people over. She had no idea, and it was hysterical. Earlier this morning, she was grumbling about how my dad had a day off and didn't get anything done. I almost peed myself laughing, because on his day off we were driving back and forth across town getting things like tiki torches.
I turned Pandora on, I was dancing like a flower child in my maxidress. Oh, one her friend's daughter told me I looked like Taylor Swift!
I had a sudden urge to do the drunken giraffe dance. Observe.
That's the song that the Doctor dances to in the video up above.
Coincidence?
"Never ignore a coincidence. Unless you're busy."
~ The Doctor in 'The Pandorica Opens'
Thursday, May 24, 2012
Torchwood Fanfics...
I am a writer and an insomniac. These two things go together quite well, seeing as I get most of my best ideas at obscenely late hours.
For example, a list of names.
I was trying to come up with a character's full name. I had Parker for a first name.
Luckily, I'm weird and have a notebook full of names (to be fair, it was originally because my cousin had a book of baby names and I liked a lot of them). Sooooo I chose a column of girls names and pointed to a random one for a middle name, then did the same with a list of cool last names that I just made.
So now my character is named Parker Alessandra Alban. She isn't just a random OC that I came up with for this example, she is the main character in my Doctor Who Fanfic Let There Be Light. But her father works for American Torchwood, so obviously the two will cross at some point.
I fully intend to do a series of stories about Parker and her father plus their Torchwood team as soon as I finish Let There Be Light and my Kingdom Keepers fanfic Mischief Night, which unfortunately had to be put on a temporary hiatus due to being busy.
I already have some ideas culminating.... The first fanfic will be called "Parts of a Machine", and will introduce each member of the team and how they got involved with Torchwood. It'll be very similar to the episode "Fragments", S:02EP:12.
The second will be called "Rifters", and explain how their rift is different from the one in Cardiff and some crazy stuff will happen.
So I'm blogging because I'm too lazy to get out of bed and write it down...........
For example, a list of names.
I was trying to come up with a character's full name. I had Parker for a first name.
Luckily, I'm weird and have a notebook full of names (to be fair, it was originally because my cousin had a book of baby names and I liked a lot of them). Sooooo I chose a column of girls names and pointed to a random one for a middle name, then did the same with a list of cool last names that I just made.
So now my character is named Parker Alessandra Alban. She isn't just a random OC that I came up with for this example, she is the main character in my Doctor Who Fanfic Let There Be Light. But her father works for American Torchwood, so obviously the two will cross at some point.
I fully intend to do a series of stories about Parker and her father plus their Torchwood team as soon as I finish Let There Be Light and my Kingdom Keepers fanfic Mischief Night, which unfortunately had to be put on a temporary hiatus due to being busy.
I already have some ideas culminating.... The first fanfic will be called "Parts of a Machine", and will introduce each member of the team and how they got involved with Torchwood. It'll be very similar to the episode "Fragments", S:02EP:12.
The second will be called "Rifters", and explain how their rift is different from the one in Cardiff and some crazy stuff will happen.
So I'm blogging because I'm too lazy to get out of bed and write it down...........
Monday, May 21, 2012
w00t I win!
Soooooo I just got home from town hall. I was at an awards ceremony for a writing contest I entered awhile ago, my Language Arts teacher entered an essay I wrote in the beginning of the year. The contest was for fiction pieces and mine was not fiction..... but I won first place so anyone who has a problem with that can SUCK IT.
I am just so excited!!!
I figured I had won an honorable mention or something, because they receive about 3,000 entries for each contest. That means that your writing probably doesn't suck if you get an honorable mention. And I got first place for my age group!
WHAAAAA!!!!!!!!
Just for shits and giggles, ima compare the ceremony to a pageant. Ya'll are familiar with the show Toddlers and Tiaras, right? Gotta love TLC.
In a pageant, you don't want to be called up first. If you win first place in your division, that means nothing.
You wanna pull a Miss Ultimate Grand Supreme. Yes, that is the official title.
So you try your hardest and hope to be called last.
The ceremony: I get there, find my name tag, and find my seat in the second row with fellow derp Phlobes over at http://thegirlwiththebigblueblog.blogspot.com/. We both entered. We were sitting there, laughing at how precious all the first graders in front of us were. They called up all the honorable mentions. Phlobes got one! She thought she was overdressed, but she was the only one from our grade so she looked awesome by herself.
I'm pretty sure we're all gonna be in the newspaper tomorrow.
I didn't get called. I just kinda sat blankly, and it didn't sink in till Phlobes said, "Gurl. That means you got first place!" And we did an epic high five.
LAAAAA!
I am just so happy! I got a $5 Barnes and Noble giftcard, a notebook with butterflies on it, and a pen.
Plus a framed certificate and a trophy WITH A GENIE LAMP ON IT.
Yeah.
Plus, there's another essay contest at the end of the month so I will definitely be entering that!
Wha! My teacher told me that in all her years of teaching (a loooong time), she's never had a student who has such a way with words. I love her so much, she's the best LA teacher I've had so far.
My next essay has to be 300 words or less. As in, LESS THAN A PAGE.
Most people would give a sigh of relief and say, "Whew! I don't have to write a lot!"
Where as I, upon reading the guidelines, thought "Nooooooo! That's so restrictive!"
I am an extremely verbose (read: wordy) writer. We recently wrote memoirs. The average length for most classes was 2-3 pages. Mine was 8.
I think I'm going to write about how reading helps you escape into another world for an hour. How you can travel the world, have a fight to the death, fall in love, or learn magic without leaving your chair.
Sound good?
I think so.
I am just so excited!!!
I figured I had won an honorable mention or something, because they receive about 3,000 entries for each contest. That means that your writing probably doesn't suck if you get an honorable mention. And I got first place for my age group!
WHAAAAA!!!!!!!!
Just for shits and giggles, ima compare the ceremony to a pageant. Ya'll are familiar with the show Toddlers and Tiaras, right? Gotta love TLC.
In a pageant, you don't want to be called up first. If you win first place in your division, that means nothing.
You wanna pull a Miss Ultimate Grand Supreme. Yes, that is the official title.
So you try your hardest and hope to be called last.
The ceremony: I get there, find my name tag, and find my seat in the second row with fellow derp Phlobes over at http://thegirlwiththebigblueblog.blogspot.com/. We both entered. We were sitting there, laughing at how precious all the first graders in front of us were. They called up all the honorable mentions. Phlobes got one! She thought she was overdressed, but she was the only one from our grade so she looked awesome by herself.
I'm pretty sure we're all gonna be in the newspaper tomorrow.
I didn't get called. I just kinda sat blankly, and it didn't sink in till Phlobes said, "Gurl. That means you got first place!" And we did an epic high five.
LAAAAA!
I am just so happy! I got a $5 Barnes and Noble giftcard, a notebook with butterflies on it, and a pen.
Plus a framed certificate and a trophy WITH A GENIE LAMP ON IT.
Yeah.
Plus, there's another essay contest at the end of the month so I will definitely be entering that!
Wha! My teacher told me that in all her years of teaching (a loooong time), she's never had a student who has such a way with words. I love her so much, she's the best LA teacher I've had so far.
My next essay has to be 300 words or less. As in, LESS THAN A PAGE.
Most people would give a sigh of relief and say, "Whew! I don't have to write a lot!"
Where as I, upon reading the guidelines, thought "Nooooooo! That's so restrictive!"
I am an extremely verbose (read: wordy) writer. We recently wrote memoirs. The average length for most classes was 2-3 pages. Mine was 8.
I think I'm going to write about how reading helps you escape into another world for an hour. How you can travel the world, have a fight to the death, fall in love, or learn magic without leaving your chair.
Sound good?
I think so.
Saturday, May 19, 2012
Just Listen.
I have been geeking a lot recently. There has literally not been a single second of the day when my mind has not been occupied by thoughts of Doctor Who; from my teacher being the Doctor to what will happen to the Ponds and RIVER RIVER RIVER.
It's borderline psychosis. When I get into obsessive periods like this, it's bad. Sometimes I feel this deep need to do something and if I don't do it I get dizzy and nauseous and I start shaking. It's not even always something I have to do, I just need Doctor Who. It's an intense craving I cannot ignore. I just have to see or hear or read something. I feel like I'll cry if I don't, and I can't figure out why.
My theory is that my house is full of Silences. Through post hypnotic suggestion, these creepy little bastards have whipped my mind into a frenzied state of paranoia. This week, I've been feeling followed. I swear to Gallifrey, there has been someone following me when I take walks to just think upon what's been happening. I hear something and turn around, and nobody is there. At home, I keep forgetting why I ran madly into this room or why I am just so out of breath. I've also noticed that I always someone wind up holding a weapon (lightsaber/Nerf gun/sword/really cool wooden old west type gun I found in the woods one day). This all fits with my theory that I am Melody Pond/River Song, but we can talk about it later. My Best Friends Are Freaks knows aaaaaaallll about that. I'm just so completely obsessed, I think it's a problem.
In the reality that I refuse to believe has nothing to do with aliens, this is probably all in my head so don't worry for my physical safety, the most I'm in danger of is walking into something. As for my mental safety........ Shut up.
So here is what I've been putting on repeat for the past hour. Probably the most beautiful song I have ever heard, and it's about River so that makes it okay.
It's borderline psychosis. When I get into obsessive periods like this, it's bad. Sometimes I feel this deep need to do something and if I don't do it I get dizzy and nauseous and I start shaking. It's not even always something I have to do, I just need Doctor Who. It's an intense craving I cannot ignore. I just have to see or hear or read something. I feel like I'll cry if I don't, and I can't figure out why.
My theory is that my house is full of Silences. Through post hypnotic suggestion, these creepy little bastards have whipped my mind into a frenzied state of paranoia. This week, I've been feeling followed. I swear to Gallifrey, there has been someone following me when I take walks to just think upon what's been happening. I hear something and turn around, and nobody is there. At home, I keep forgetting why I ran madly into this room or why I am just so out of breath. I've also noticed that I always someone wind up holding a weapon (lightsaber/Nerf gun/sword/really cool wooden old west type gun I found in the woods one day). This all fits with my theory that I am Melody Pond/River Song, but we can talk about it later. My Best Friends Are Freaks knows aaaaaaallll about that. I'm just so completely obsessed, I think it's a problem.
In the reality that I refuse to believe has nothing to do with aliens, this is probably all in my head so don't worry for my physical safety, the most I'm in danger of is walking into something. As for my mental safety........ Shut up.
So here is what I've been putting on repeat for the past hour. Probably the most beautiful song I have ever heard, and it's about River so that makes it okay.
Wednesday, May 16, 2012
I'm Not Dead!
I'm not dead! I was only absent from school for three days with a virus.
So the virus going around right now is fever, sore throat around the vocal chords, headache, and stomachache. My little brother was home with it last week and I was the lucky one who got it next!
The thing that was different about my illness is that my sore throat wasn't in that area. My doctor said it might be strep. But good news! I don't need to get swabbed for strep because I'm already on antibiotics. Because I woke up at 4:15 a.m. yesterday with a raging double ear infection.
Your ears are supposed to be full of air, not fluid.
This is seriously screwing with my balance, I am dizzy as hell.
In other news, youtube!
I have a youtube channel. Yeah.
Here's a link: http://www.youtube.com/user/egirl998
Yup.
So the virus going around right now is fever, sore throat around the vocal chords, headache, and stomachache. My little brother was home with it last week and I was the lucky one who got it next!
The thing that was different about my illness is that my sore throat wasn't in that area. My doctor said it might be strep. But good news! I don't need to get swabbed for strep because I'm already on antibiotics. Because I woke up at 4:15 a.m. yesterday with a raging double ear infection.
Your ears are supposed to be full of air, not fluid.
This is seriously screwing with my balance, I am dizzy as hell.
In other news, youtube!
I have a youtube channel. Yeah.
Here's a link: http://www.youtube.com/user/egirl998
Yup.
Friday, May 4, 2012
Happy Birthday Mom.....
My dear mother's birthday was on May 1st. Most people remember that date as MayDay, but I never have.
The way I remember it is Maypril Fool's Day.
Shut up.
For her birthday, she got possibly strep and pink eye.
JUST KIDDING. It was more like irritated, irate red eye. Her eye was swollen shut and her tears came out thick, brown, and yellow.
Her entire cornea was bright red.
It's still kinda orange now, but it's better.....
We're planning a surprise party for her, but I gotta say that is a pretty shitty way to spend a birthday.
So......
I LOVE YOU MOMMY!
The way I remember it is Maypril Fool's Day.
Shut up.
For her birthday, she got possibly strep and pink eye.
JUST KIDDING. It was more like irritated, irate red eye. Her eye was swollen shut and her tears came out thick, brown, and yellow.
Her entire cornea was bright red.
It's still kinda orange now, but it's better.....
We're planning a surprise party for her, but I gotta say that is a pretty shitty way to spend a birthday.
So......
I LOVE YOU MOMMY!
HA!
I'M NOT CRAZY!
THIS PROVES EVERYTHING.
My teacher is the Doctor. I see Captain Jack Harkness on a regular basis.
The number 11 is still following me, but there's gotta be a reason....
But HA. HA HA. HA, thecrackintimeandspaceisreal.......
So that's also kinda scary........
Sorry if my nerdy posts as of late have been weirding all my non-nerds out.
Here's the link to an article, and then a picture. The crack is real!!!
It's not fake. It's not 'shopped.' It is real.
It's a picture from NASA's Spitzer Space Telescope.
To all those who questioned my sanity **coughcoughBRITTANYcoughcough**
YOU CAN ALL GO GET ERASED FROM EXISTENCE BECAUSE YOU DIDN'T BELIEVE ME.
But not really because then I wouldn't have anyone to read my blog..........
Oh, and when I was watching Torchwood earlier I realized that Gwen's boyfriend's last name is Williams. And he has died once, in a manner of speaking (murdered in an alternate timeline, abandoned by them closing the Rift once again).
Is Rhys related to Rory?
There should be a fanfiction crossover where they team up and their main goal is to shoot anyone who Tweets #YOLO because they have both L-ed more than O.
THIS PROVES EVERYTHING.
My teacher is the Doctor. I see Captain Jack Harkness on a regular basis.
The number 11 is still following me, but there's gotta be a reason....
But HA. HA HA. HA, thecrackintimeandspaceisreal.......
So that's also kinda scary........
Sorry if my nerdy posts as of late have been weirding all my non-nerds out.
Here's the link to an article, and then a picture. The crack is real!!!
It's a picture from NASA's Spitzer Space Telescope.
To all those who questioned my sanity **coughcoughBRITTANYcoughcough**
YOU CAN ALL GO GET ERASED FROM EXISTENCE BECAUSE YOU DIDN'T BELIEVE ME.
But not really because then I wouldn't have anyone to read my blog..........
Oh, and when I was watching Torchwood earlier I realized that Gwen's boyfriend's last name is Williams. And he has died once, in a manner of speaking (murdered in an alternate timeline, abandoned by them closing the Rift once again).
Is Rhys related to Rory?
There should be a fanfiction crossover where they team up and their main goal is to shoot anyone who Tweets #YOLO because they have both L-ed more than O.
Sunday, April 29, 2012
The Truth
Okay, second post tonight.
Remember my first blog post, "Oh Look I Made a Blog"?
That's not entirely true. I didn't really just make this blog for sh*ts and giggles.
I originally made this blog to rant, as I am sure is evident in the first couple of posts. I didn't start this at a very high point in my life
But then when I saw that I had 100 pageviews not including my own, I thought 'Hey. Maybe someone actually enjoys this.'
So since then I've been putting more emphasis on the funny parts of my stories, because I realized that nothing that ever happens to me ever makes sense and that my big redneck family is funny- so is the grandmum I wrote about, but she's on the other side of the family.
Then I tried to create a schedule which in retrospect was creating my own downfall. What was I thinking, finding an actual use for my phone other than texting and not using the minutes we pay so much for? Of course my phone would be drowned days later!
You should know, I am a well of random information.
SO DID YOU KNOW: A recent study done by psychiatrists on teens shows that blogging is one of the most efficient ways of relieving stress!
w00t for the internets!
Remember my first blog post, "Oh Look I Made a Blog"?
That's not entirely true. I didn't really just make this blog for sh*ts and giggles.
I originally made this blog to rant, as I am sure is evident in the first couple of posts. I didn't start this at a very high point in my life
But then when I saw that I had 100 pageviews not including my own, I thought 'Hey. Maybe someone actually enjoys this.'
So since then I've been putting more emphasis on the funny parts of my stories, because I realized that nothing that ever happens to me ever makes sense and that my big redneck family is funny- so is the grandmum I wrote about, but she's on the other side of the family.
Then I tried to create a schedule which in retrospect was creating my own downfall. What was I thinking, finding an actual use for my phone other than texting and not using the minutes we pay so much for? Of course my phone would be drowned days later!
You should know, I am a well of random information.
SO DID YOU KNOW: A recent study done by psychiatrists on teens shows that blogging is one of the most efficient ways of relieving stress!
w00t for the internets!
The Doctor and The Face of BOE (Board Of Ed, that is)
This is gonna be a short post because it's late, but it needed to be said. I will go into to detail soon, probably tomorrow because I get new evidence almost every day.
So...... Here we go.
I think my history teacher is The Doctor.
A 900 year old (approximately) Time Lord from the planet Gallifrey, although the planet was lost in the Time War.
I have good reason. Ask my friends. I AM NOT CRAZY!!!!! (**Hint hint: if you ask my friends, they will tell you I AM crazy**)
At first (like, the first day of school), I just thought that because he looked like him. He looks very 11th Doctor; hair, eyes, ears, face shape, height. The only thing different is his nose, which is very 10th Doctor.
But then I started making connections.
He is my history teacher. The Doctor is a time traveler.
He is the best history teacher I've ever had.
Everything- everything- he owns is TARDIS blue, water bottle, lunch box, rain jacket, folders, mousepad.
He comes to school and then puts his tie on, suggesting that he was previously wearing a bowtie. Because bowties are cool.
PAUSE: I just filled a two liter Sprite bottle with water because I was too lazy to find a clean cup. Buckle in guys, this is gonna be intense.
PLAY
He acts like the Doctor; the way he talks and walks and uses hand gestures.
He SOUNDS like the Doctor. I looked up Matt Smith's (the British actor who plays the 11th Doctor) American accent, and I screamed -then peed- because it was his exact voice. And then of course the next day I asked him to do a British accent (he quoted The Hitchhiker's Guide To The Galaxy by Douglas Adams- BEST EVER) and it was an exact match.
He always assigns projects and has them due on the 11th of the month.
He assigned us a book called "The Killer Angels". It has no actual connection to The Weeping Angels from Doctor Who that are Killer (the book is about the Battle of Gettysburg), but it's the association that counts.
The best part is, I can't even remember the long lists of stuff I was going to write.
This leads me to believe that he is here tracking down The Silence.
I also think my Spanish teacher is one of the original companions, my science teacher is a Slitheen, my math teacher is a Sontaran, and I keep seeing Captain Jack Harkness downtown near what I believe to be a Torchwood Hub in America.
I may or may not need a psychiatrist. But at least Brittany from mybestfriendsarefreaks.tumblr.com can vouch for me about Captain Jack and Phlobes from thegirlwiththebigblueblog.blogspot.com can tell you about Mr. Doctor Teacher. After all, he's what that blog is about........
Don't even get me started about my Eleven conspiracy. (Actually, do. That'll make an interesting post...)
But yeah.
I'm gonna go write a poem about River Song now.
So...... Here we go.
I think my history teacher is The Doctor.
A 900 year old (approximately) Time Lord from the planet Gallifrey, although the planet was lost in the Time War.
I have good reason. Ask my friends. I AM NOT CRAZY!!!!! (**Hint hint: if you ask my friends, they will tell you I AM crazy**)
At first (like, the first day of school), I just thought that because he looked like him. He looks very 11th Doctor; hair, eyes, ears, face shape, height. The only thing different is his nose, which is very 10th Doctor.
But then I started making connections.
He is my history teacher. The Doctor is a time traveler.
He is the best history teacher I've ever had.
Everything- everything- he owns is TARDIS blue, water bottle, lunch box, rain jacket, folders, mousepad.
He comes to school and then puts his tie on, suggesting that he was previously wearing a bowtie. Because bowties are cool.
PAUSE: I just filled a two liter Sprite bottle with water because I was too lazy to find a clean cup. Buckle in guys, this is gonna be intense.
PLAY
He acts like the Doctor; the way he talks and walks and uses hand gestures.
He SOUNDS like the Doctor. I looked up Matt Smith's (the British actor who plays the 11th Doctor) American accent, and I screamed -then peed- because it was his exact voice. And then of course the next day I asked him to do a British accent (he quoted The Hitchhiker's Guide To The Galaxy by Douglas Adams- BEST EVER) and it was an exact match.
He always assigns projects and has them due on the 11th of the month.
He assigned us a book called "The Killer Angels". It has no actual connection to The Weeping Angels from Doctor Who that are Killer (the book is about the Battle of Gettysburg), but it's the association that counts.
The best part is, I can't even remember the long lists of stuff I was going to write.
This leads me to believe that he is here tracking down The Silence.
I also think my Spanish teacher is one of the original companions, my science teacher is a Slitheen, my math teacher is a Sontaran, and I keep seeing Captain Jack Harkness downtown near what I believe to be a Torchwood Hub in America.
I may or may not need a psychiatrist. But at least Brittany from mybestfriendsarefreaks.tumblr.com can vouch for me about Captain Jack and Phlobes from thegirlwiththebigblueblog.blogspot.com can tell you about Mr. Doctor Teacher. After all, he's what that blog is about........
Don't even get me started about my Eleven conspiracy. (Actually, do. That'll make an interesting post...)
But yeah.
I'm gonna go write a poem about River Song now.
Sunday, April 22, 2012
With a Purpose
So you know that schedule thing that I set up reminders for on my phone? My phone isn't here anymore......
Lemme esplain.
I had break this week. So did one of my best friends (not derp). She's not really the derp dur hurr kinda girl, so I'll use Amy as her code name. Amy came with me on Friday. To a big wooden playground. It was because of my siblings, but regardless. It looked kinda like Hogwarts. So naturally, I had to pick up a twig and wield it as my wand: Pear, unicorn horn core, 14 3/4 inches, surprisingly swishy (from Pottermore XD). We were running around, crawling through the Chamber of Secrets (various tunnels made for 5-12 year olds and not for people like me.... my butt got stuck.), playing Don't Touch the Ground and pretending that the broken climbing web was Devil Snare. So we didn't get ANY weird looks there from the mothers there with their children.
Then we went to the beach. It wasn't particularly warm, so Amy and I decided to go for a walk on the boardwalk. Suffice it to say we couldn't find the boardwalk. We ending up climbing and leaping about on rocks instead.
You know how in movies the main characters often end up running or doing anything with that sense of urgency? That sense that they have to do something, are accomplishing something? Let's call that doing things with a purpose. We felt like that when we were climbing. We had no explanation of what we were doing for onlookers besides climbing rocks.... with a purpose.
Eventually we wound or way back down to the water, where my siblings/their friends were digging "cozy holes" (no explanation) where the River fed into the ocean. The sand kinda drops off pretty deep there. After much derping on my part, we started digging too. The thing about sand is that it's not very stable, especially when it's a steep slope down about 7 feet to the bottom. In retrospect not a very safe place to bring little children to play, but in reality being safe is ever so dull.
Keep in mind, I never had intentions of getting wet. I was wearing capri jeans and a t-shirt, with my phone in my pocket.
Basically, you step on the sand and it swallows you up to your knee where you then slip into the water. I was holding onto the higher, rocky sand when I slid. Well, to be more specific it was my right leg. The side that my phone was in. We had already splashed eachother quite a bit, so I didn't really feel the temperature of the water. What I did feel was my leg floating up, which was quite pleasant. The current was nice and slow, nothing dangerous. My pants were completely damp at that point and covered with sand, so I went completely into the water up to my elbows to rinse off. When I got out and had to hike my pants back up to the appropriate place on my hips, I remembered my phone was in my pocket. So I put it with my shoes and towel, thinking it'd be fine. I've dropped it in the toilet about 3 times already, so I know to take out the battery and let it dry for a couple hours and then it works fine.
Apparently saltwater is different. My dad blasted it with compressed air from his computer technician stuff, and it's been sitting in a bowl of rice for the past 10 hours. **Sigh...** I don't think it's gonna come back and I don't get another upgrade for awhile......
UPDATE- 4/24/12: We found my mother's previous phone in a drawer, and it works pretty well. Takes amahzing pictures! So now I am the proud owner of a pre-owned silver Alias!
Lemme esplain.
I had break this week. So did one of my best friends (not derp). She's not really the derp dur hurr kinda girl, so I'll use Amy as her code name. Amy came with me on Friday. To a big wooden playground. It was because of my siblings, but regardless. It looked kinda like Hogwarts. So naturally, I had to pick up a twig and wield it as my wand: Pear, unicorn horn core, 14 3/4 inches, surprisingly swishy (from Pottermore XD). We were running around, crawling through the Chamber of Secrets (various tunnels made for 5-12 year olds and not for people like me.... my butt got stuck.), playing Don't Touch the Ground and pretending that the broken climbing web was Devil Snare. So we didn't get ANY weird looks there from the mothers there with their children.
Then we went to the beach. It wasn't particularly warm, so Amy and I decided to go for a walk on the boardwalk. Suffice it to say we couldn't find the boardwalk. We ending up climbing and leaping about on rocks instead.
You know how in movies the main characters often end up running or doing anything with that sense of urgency? That sense that they have to do something, are accomplishing something? Let's call that doing things with a purpose. We felt like that when we were climbing. We had no explanation of what we were doing for onlookers besides climbing rocks.... with a purpose.
Eventually we wound or way back down to the water, where my siblings/their friends were digging "cozy holes" (no explanation) where the River fed into the ocean. The sand kinda drops off pretty deep there. After much derping on my part, we started digging too. The thing about sand is that it's not very stable, especially when it's a steep slope down about 7 feet to the bottom. In retrospect not a very safe place to bring little children to play, but in reality being safe is ever so dull.
Keep in mind, I never had intentions of getting wet. I was wearing capri jeans and a t-shirt, with my phone in my pocket.
Basically, you step on the sand and it swallows you up to your knee where you then slip into the water. I was holding onto the higher, rocky sand when I slid. Well, to be more specific it was my right leg. The side that my phone was in. We had already splashed eachother quite a bit, so I didn't really feel the temperature of the water. What I did feel was my leg floating up, which was quite pleasant. The current was nice and slow, nothing dangerous. My pants were completely damp at that point and covered with sand, so I went completely into the water up to my elbows to rinse off. When I got out and had to hike my pants back up to the appropriate place on my hips, I remembered my phone was in my pocket. So I put it with my shoes and towel, thinking it'd be fine. I've dropped it in the toilet about 3 times already, so I know to take out the battery and let it dry for a couple hours and then it works fine.
Apparently saltwater is different. My dad blasted it with compressed air from his computer technician stuff, and it's been sitting in a bowl of rice for the past 10 hours. **Sigh...** I don't think it's gonna come back and I don't get another upgrade for awhile......
UPDATE- 4/24/12: We found my mother's previous phone in a drawer, and it works pretty well. Takes amahzing pictures! So now I am the proud owner of a pre-owned silver Alias!
Friday, April 13, 2012
Houston, We Have Kazoos
Derp and I are in a dance company together. She is one of the dance captains, I am an honorary one because I always help out with that stuff. We celebrate birthdays each month, and this time it was derp's turn. We had gathered enough money and were off to the Target Dollar Stop. We put together good birthday baskets, and I forced derp to put down the extra cotton candy.
When we got in the checkout line, we found derp's mother. We call her Mama C (C=first initial of last name.).
SIDE STORY TO EXPLAIN FOLLOWING EVENTS
Derp and I are derps. We aren't ashamed to say that we love a kids show, The Doodlebops.
Here's a reference pic, so you can fully grasp our level of maturity....
So that is what we spend our time watching.
When they do the Doodlebop pledge, they use kazoos. In fact, all the most hardcore Doodlebop dvd box sets come with special gold kazoos.
Bonus: We have Doodlebop telepathy. We sense when the other is thinking. Even from across distances.
BACK TO THE MAIN STORY
Mama C had found us a 4 pack of kazoos. On the long car ride home, we would usually be screaming and laughing and trolololing.
WE WENT 7 MINUTES STRAIGHT, NO TALKING. JUST KAZOOS.
WHEN WE GOT IN THE HOUSE, WE PLAYED RANDOM SONGS OFF THE TOP OF OUR HEADS.
For 15 MINUTES. It only stopped when derp sat on her armoir and knocked over a glass of water....
It's only 10:30 pm, EST. We don't even go into full on spazz mode until, say, 12:45 am.....
This could be bad.
When we got in the checkout line, we found derp's mother. We call her Mama C (C=first initial of last name.).
SIDE STORY TO EXPLAIN FOLLOWING EVENTS
Derp and I are derps. We aren't ashamed to say that we love a kids show, The Doodlebops.
Here's a reference pic, so you can fully grasp our level of maturity....
When they do the Doodlebop pledge, they use kazoos. In fact, all the most hardcore Doodlebop dvd box sets come with special gold kazoos.
Bonus: We have Doodlebop telepathy. We sense when the other is thinking. Even from across distances.
BACK TO THE MAIN STORY
Mama C had found us a 4 pack of kazoos. On the long car ride home, we would usually be screaming and laughing and trolololing.
WE WENT 7 MINUTES STRAIGHT, NO TALKING. JUST KAZOOS.
WHEN WE GOT IN THE HOUSE, WE PLAYED RANDOM SONGS OFF THE TOP OF OUR HEADS.
For 15 MINUTES. It only stopped when derp sat on her armoir and knocked over a glass of water....
It's only 10:30 pm, EST. We don't even go into full on spazz mode until, say, 12:45 am.....
This could be bad.
It Has Begun
So I promised I would post again. And now I am.
I am at one of my best derp's house, and we have oven pizza a Diet Coke. We are ever so mature, so the drooling and gas and laughing has started. It probably won't subside until about.... noon, tomorrow?
Here's a lil' ditty to keep you entertained.
I am at one of my best derp's house, and we have oven pizza a Diet Coke. We are ever so mature, so the drooling and gas and laughing has started. It probably won't subside until about.... noon, tomorrow?
Here's a lil' ditty to keep you entertained.
We Might Get Molested...
You know that "other derp" I mentioned in the previous post? Like two minutes ago? I'm still posting later, but this popped into my head. So.
She is the reason we are so getting raped one day.
Here's what she came up with:
We like to go downtown, outside our public library. Sit on some rocks that face a busy main road.
And get the attention of complete strangers in their cars by waving and making weird faces. Sometimes they wave back. A lot of cute guys honk.
But the ones with rapist beards just stare at us as they slowly drive by...
Once, a really creepy man pulled over and starting walking towards us. We ran and he followed.
So we ran into the library to wait it out.
Guess where he went?
We ended up hiding in the bathroom of a public library for an hour, eating our Subway sammiches on the floor in the handicap stall. When I went to check and he was still there, she took out her phone and went on youtube.
We almost got kicked out of the public library for squatting in the bathroom, eating, and making excessive noise laughing at cat videos.
She is the reason we are so getting raped one day.
Here's what she came up with:
We like to go downtown, outside our public library. Sit on some rocks that face a busy main road.
And get the attention of complete strangers in their cars by waving and making weird faces. Sometimes they wave back. A lot of cute guys honk.
But the ones with rapist beards just stare at us as they slowly drive by...
Once, a really creepy man pulled over and starting walking towards us. We ran and he followed.
So we ran into the library to wait it out.
Guess where he went?
We ended up hiding in the bathroom of a public library for an hour, eating our Subway sammiches on the floor in the handicap stall. When I went to check and he was still there, she took out her phone and went on youtube.
We almost got kicked out of the public library for squatting in the bathroom, eating, and making excessive noise laughing at cat videos.
A Schedule? What is this?!?!
Soooo...... this is my.... third????...... post this week after a long time with nothing. A bit like having diarrhea. I can't even believe I just spelled that right on the first try.
AND SO..... I figured out how to work my phone correctly after having it for roughly....... 7 or 8 months. And I figured out how to put in recurring calendar events.
SO GUESS WHAT THAT MEANS?
I will try to post regularly!
Every Friday, between 5:45 PM and 7:30 PM EST.
If I'm at a friend's house or anywhere else away from home, I will most likely still have a way to post.
But if I'm somewhere without a computer, then :c because I don't have a smartphone so no post.
But all of my friends have either a smartphone or an iphone or an itouch or a laptop or a Kindle Fire so everything should be Oll Korrect (That's where the abbreviation O.K. came from!)!
Just because I'm posting now doesn't mean I won't post later, I still am.
I don't know what it'll be about, but I'll be with a fellow derp who always has an abundant supply of Coke (the soda, get your mind out of the gutter!) so....... it should be interesting.
AND SO..... I figured out how to work my phone correctly after having it for roughly....... 7 or 8 months. And I figured out how to put in recurring calendar events.
SO GUESS WHAT THAT MEANS?
I will try to post regularly!
Every Friday, between 5:45 PM and 7:30 PM EST.
If I'm at a friend's house or anywhere else away from home, I will most likely still have a way to post.
But if I'm somewhere without a computer, then :c because I don't have a smartphone so no post.
But all of my friends have either a smartphone or an iphone or an itouch or a laptop or a Kindle Fire so everything should be Oll Korrect (That's where the abbreviation O.K. came from!)!
Just because I'm posting now doesn't mean I won't post later, I still am.
I don't know what it'll be about, but I'll be with a fellow derp who always has an abundant supply of Coke (the soda, get your mind out of the gutter!) so....... it should be interesting.
Thursday, April 12, 2012
New Background and Color Scheme
So I felt like jelly beans would be more appropriate for this blog.
Because the name is sophisticated, but in a totally ridiculous way that probably is only funny to me.
So there are two directions I could go in: Fun like candy or smarticle like books and wine glasses.
Either way, the other design with the notebook paper was hurting my eyes.
Which one do you like better?
Because the name is sophisticated, but in a totally ridiculous way that probably is only funny to me.
So there are two directions I could go in: Fun like candy or smarticle like books and wine glasses.
Either way, the other design with the notebook paper was hurting my eyes.
Which one do you like better?
Foods I Might Shank You For
So I haven't posted in a while... Mostly what I've been doing is schoolwork, dance, baby sitting, sitting on my friends, biting them, and trolling around elsewhere on the internet. I am also Catholic. So I celebrate Easter, and I ate a lot of candy.
So I've been doing nothing important and I gained about two pounds in like the past month...
These are the foods I was eating.
WARNING: If I post about 10 million lists in the next week, do not be alarmed. I get Spring break and I don't have anything better to do. Because I have three friends... Yeah. But I feel like you already knew that because blogs are what trolls like me have....
NUMERO UNO:
Cookies.
Chocolate chip. Sugar. Peanut Butter. Oatmeal Raisin.
I will, in fact, use physical violence to obtain these sweet sweet little things.
Basically... STEP AWAY FROM THE COOKIES B*TCH.
Oh, and a warning to all you sneaky turds who think it's a good idea to not label cookies: IF IT IS A FREAKING OATMEAL RAISIN COOKIE, WRITE THAT ON THE PLATE/TRAY/PACKAGE.
I have no problem with oat/rai cookies. I love them. But if they are sitting there innocently on the table and I expect gooey chocolate chips, THAT IS NO GOOD.
NUMBER TWO:
Spray cheese.
I don't care if I'm lactose intolerant and get violently ill when I finish an entire can.
Unicorns poop glitter and rainbows, so I'm gonna go out on a limb and guess that this is Chuck Norris's feces, condensed into a can and made ready for me to spray onto my bacon.
Nuff' said.
NUMERO TRES:
Bacon.
Quoting Matthew Inman of the hysterical site The Oatmeal, bacon is better than love. "True love happens once in a lifetime, bacon can happen 7 times a day if you want it to. Bacon you can keep in the fridge, true love you cannot. Bacon will always be there for you."
NUMBER FOUR:
Pudding.
This might also be made of Chuck Norris's keester cakes.
So I've been doing nothing important and I gained about two pounds in like the past month...
These are the foods I was eating.
WARNING: If I post about 10 million lists in the next week, do not be alarmed. I get Spring break and I don't have anything better to do. Because I have three friends... Yeah. But I feel like you already knew that because blogs are what trolls like me have....
NUMERO UNO:
Cookies.
Chocolate chip. Sugar. Peanut Butter. Oatmeal Raisin.
I will, in fact, use physical violence to obtain these sweet sweet little things.
Basically... STEP AWAY FROM THE COOKIES B*TCH.
Oh, and a warning to all you sneaky turds who think it's a good idea to not label cookies: IF IT IS A FREAKING OATMEAL RAISIN COOKIE, WRITE THAT ON THE PLATE/TRAY/PACKAGE.
I have no problem with oat/rai cookies. I love them. But if they are sitting there innocently on the table and I expect gooey chocolate chips, THAT IS NO GOOD.
NUMBER TWO:
Spray cheese.
I don't care if I'm lactose intolerant and get violently ill when I finish an entire can.
Unicorns poop glitter and rainbows, so I'm gonna go out on a limb and guess that this is Chuck Norris's feces, condensed into a can and made ready for me to spray onto my bacon.
Nuff' said.
NUMERO TRES:
Bacon.
Quoting Matthew Inman of the hysterical site The Oatmeal, bacon is better than love. "True love happens once in a lifetime, bacon can happen 7 times a day if you want it to. Bacon you can keep in the fridge, true love you cannot. Bacon will always be there for you."
NUMBER FOUR:
Pudding.
This might also be made of Chuck Norris's keester cakes.
Thursday, March 8, 2012
The 74th Annual Hunger Games
Hi, my name is Amme. I have been Hunger Games free for 48 hours. I gotta say the withdrawal symptoms are terrible. But I'll get through it.
Oh, hello there. I didn't see you. I'm just at my HG Addiction support group. My friend gave me the first Hunger Games book. She's a bad influence. And these are the kind of drugs that get you hooked after one time.
I'm doing quite well on my road of rehab. My other friend (equally terrible influence) keeps forgetting to bring Catching Fire, and my addiction is bad.
So I went on Facebook. Naturally.
I realized I hadn't yet gotten my new PID (Panem ID), and without one I'd be publicly executed. Yeesh. Besides, everyone would be watching the games.
I tried to get my new one all queued up, but because my card expired my information was no longer in the system. Rather than try and get a trip to Capitol to register as a citizen again, I thought I'd just do relocation.
Translation: I'm being a nerd and took a quiz to tell me what district I'm from.
I am from District 7, Lumber.
That's funny.
Because we just cut down a tree. I helped with chopping and stacking and storing. **Tehe!**
So accurate.
For the movie opening/Halloween, I will be cosplaying Effie Trinket. It would be wrong not to.
So CyberBuddies.
What will you be wearing to the Opening Ceremonies?
UPDATE: 4-12-12: I still haven't seen the movie. I won't be seeing it in theaters D*: and my hair is too long for Effie hair without a wig. NETFLIX AND YOUTUBE AWAY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Oh, hello there. I didn't see you. I'm just at my HG Addiction support group. My friend gave me the first Hunger Games book. She's a bad influence. And these are the kind of drugs that get you hooked after one time.
I'm doing quite well on my road of rehab. My other friend (equally terrible influence) keeps forgetting to bring Catching Fire, and my addiction is bad.
So I went on Facebook. Naturally.
I realized I hadn't yet gotten my new PID (Panem ID), and without one I'd be publicly executed. Yeesh. Besides, everyone would be watching the games.
I tried to get my new one all queued up, but because my card expired my information was no longer in the system. Rather than try and get a trip to Capitol to register as a citizen again, I thought I'd just do relocation.
Translation: I'm being a nerd and took a quiz to tell me what district I'm from.
I am from District 7, Lumber.
That's funny.
Because we just cut down a tree. I helped with chopping and stacking and storing. **Tehe!**
So accurate.
For the movie opening/Halloween, I will be cosplaying Effie Trinket. It would be wrong not to.
So CyberBuddies.
What will you be wearing to the Opening Ceremonies?
UPDATE: 4-12-12: I still haven't seen the movie. I won't be seeing it in theaters D*: and my hair is too long for Effie hair without a wig. NETFLIX AND YOUTUBE AWAY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Paper Doll Ponzi Scheme
So it's been like a month... yeah.
I don't actually have a social life to use as an excuse....
But you guys figured that out already, didn't you?
Well now. Ok.
So I looooooove the website StarDoll. It's basically a giant website for paper dolls, but they're celebrities. If you make an account you can make your own doll, earn Starcoins, buy clothes, decorate your Suite, play games, make an album, etc. etc. etc...
If you connect your account to Facebook, you can send your friends invites that come with a free gift that you can choose. That's exclusive to Facebook, and you can only do it once for each friend.
So, like any other normal person, I don't want to get a paid membership and buy more Stardollars so I can buy clothes.
I did what any other cheap person would do.
I made a bunch of Facebook accounts. Just so I can send my self the free gifts. 'Cuz they're cute.
I don't think I can get banned for that, because technically it is from another account and there isn't any stealing involved...
But if anyone goes and tells Stardoooool HQ, I'm super creepy and totally capable of finding you (quote from Allie Brosh, the mastermind behind another sooper awesome blog, Hyperbole And a Half).
Yeah.
I don't actually have a social life to use as an excuse....
But you guys figured that out already, didn't you?
Well now. Ok.
So I looooooove the website StarDoll. It's basically a giant website for paper dolls, but they're celebrities. If you make an account you can make your own doll, earn Starcoins, buy clothes, decorate your Suite, play games, make an album, etc. etc. etc...
If you connect your account to Facebook, you can send your friends invites that come with a free gift that you can choose. That's exclusive to Facebook, and you can only do it once for each friend.
So, like any other normal person, I don't want to get a paid membership and buy more Stardollars so I can buy clothes.
I did what any other cheap person would do.
I made a bunch of Facebook accounts. Just so I can send my self the free gifts. 'Cuz they're cute.
I don't think I can get banned for that, because technically it is from another account and there isn't any stealing involved...
But if anyone goes and tells Stardoooool HQ, I'm super creepy and totally capable of finding you (quote from Allie Brosh, the mastermind behind another sooper awesome blog, Hyperbole And a Half).
Yeah.
Sunday, February 12, 2012
My Printer Needs to DIE
Get it straight printer! When I need something in black and white, it doesn't matter if the cyan cartridge is running low. I need two. Freaking. Words. To glue to the top of my trifold board.
There was this one time, when like, it like totally only printed like every other line of my Spanish project that was due the next day. EVERY OTHER LINE!
And now we come... to THIS...
The scanner.
So I pull up a scan preview, work out the coloring and sizing, then I tell it to save it.
And it gives me this. Off center, not even close to what I wanted, and drunkenly tilted.
Every. Single. Time.
That's all I can say without going into full on rant mode, and I know you guys don't want that.
Sooooo you should check out The Oatmeal's post about printers.
Here's the link!
http://theoatmeal.com/comics/printers
Click it.
Just do it.
You know you want to.
Wednesday, February 1, 2012
I Don't Live There...
Yesterday when I got to school it was really cold. Being the heatseeking water-bags we are, the entirety of the school went to wait for the first bell in the cafeteria. Because it was around 30˚ Fahrenheit, I think this was pretty reasonable thing.
I get to the door and get shooed away by my health saying, "You'll be fine! IT IS 55˚ DEGREES IN DENVER, COLORADO!"
We don't live there. Your argument is extraneous.
And extremely irrelevant.
I get to the door and get shooed away by my health saying, "You'll be fine! IT IS 55˚ DEGREES IN DENVER, COLORADO!"
We don't live there. Your argument is extraneous.
And extremely irrelevant.
Saturday, January 28, 2012
Sharing Is Not Okay Anymore
I've decided that my siblings are no longer allowed to use the family computer. We all share a laptop, and we have Netflix.
My brother always shuts the computer during his movies, making the computer completely freeze up.
Both of my brothers download a bunch of crap that screws up the computer even more. My dad is a computer technician, so it's all good and he can fix it. But it takes DAYS to get rid rid of everything.
Another thing is that they're boys, so they are gross. They get all kinds of gunk on the screen and the keys and the track pad (mouse thingy for laptops). The worst is when they get spit on the screen and just smear it. Because then IT DOESN'T COME OFF.
And then there's my sister. You know, EYEBALLS! So she opens 5 million tabs and windows so she doesn't forget ANYTHING. And then we come to all the popups. Anything and everything from 'Hot Singles in Your Area' to 'You are today's hundredth visitor! Claim your free iPad now!' and even 'Hot Girls live on cam'.
Ew.
On top of all of that, they drop my baby constantly. I call the laptop 'my baby' because it's a Mac and I love it.
They have broken 1 power adapter, they cut another one in half. The plug part of our current one is completely messed up.
So I've decided the laptop is now only for me, my mom, and my dad.
Sharing is NOT for caring.
My brother always shuts the computer during his movies, making the computer completely freeze up.
Both of my brothers download a bunch of crap that screws up the computer even more. My dad is a computer technician, so it's all good and he can fix it. But it takes DAYS to get rid rid of everything.
Another thing is that they're boys, so they are gross. They get all kinds of gunk on the screen and the keys and the track pad (mouse thingy for laptops). The worst is when they get spit on the screen and just smear it. Because then IT DOESN'T COME OFF.
And then there's my sister. You know, EYEBALLS! So she opens 5 million tabs and windows so she doesn't forget ANYTHING. And then we come to all the popups. Anything and everything from 'Hot Singles in Your Area' to 'You are today's hundredth visitor! Claim your free iPad now!' and even 'Hot Girls live on cam'.
Ew.
On top of all of that, they drop my baby constantly. I call the laptop 'my baby' because it's a Mac and I love it.
They have broken 1 power adapter, they cut another one in half. The plug part of our current one is completely messed up.
So I've decided the laptop is now only for me, my mom, and my dad.
Sharing is NOT for caring.
Thursday, January 26, 2012
Who thought this was a good idea?
Today in gym class, we had a substitute.
Now, don't get me wrong, my school hires some wackjob substitutes. But I'll talk aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaall about that. In another post.
But I digress.
There was nothing wrong with the sub we had, he's actually the entire grade's favorite.
It's the game we played. I'm gonna warn you, it has danger in the name. Ready?
Swatball.
How does one play Swatball, you might ask?
Here. Lemme esplain.
There's this ball. Its similar to a volleyball but bigger and lighter. The goals are two walls, each protected by a line of players. Let's get into the technicalities of this wonderful game.
The actual procedure is what you get from dodgeball+soccer-feet+volleyball+DEATH.
As the name entails, you swat the ball. Said ball is full of air and goes FLYING across the gymnasium, where it then ricochets off the wall... then the ceiling... then the ground.... etc. It continues like that until someone else hits it.
I, being uncoordinated, was a magnet for the ball. It whizzed over my head, back and forth, eight times in a row. By the end of the game, 1 person's glasses were broken, 2 fingers were sprained, another got a nosebleed, and I got 4 consecutive swatballs to the face.
You can definitely call me Cinderella, because I kept trying to run away from the ball. But one thing's for sure: THE BALL KEPT FOLLOWING ME.
So I have only one question.
The name should have been a tip off.
Who the hell thought this was a good idea?
Now, don't get me wrong, my school hires some wackjob substitutes. But I'll talk aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaall about that. In another post.
But I digress.
There was nothing wrong with the sub we had, he's actually the entire grade's favorite.
It's the game we played. I'm gonna warn you, it has danger in the name. Ready?
Swatball.
How does one play Swatball, you might ask?
Here. Lemme esplain.
There's this ball. Its similar to a volleyball but bigger and lighter. The goals are two walls, each protected by a line of players. Let's get into the technicalities of this wonderful game.
The actual procedure is what you get from dodgeball+soccer-feet+volleyball+DEATH.
As the name entails, you swat the ball. Said ball is full of air and goes FLYING across the gymnasium, where it then ricochets off the wall... then the ceiling... then the ground.... etc. It continues like that until someone else hits it.
I, being uncoordinated, was a magnet for the ball. It whizzed over my head, back and forth, eight times in a row. By the end of the game, 1 person's glasses were broken, 2 fingers were sprained, another got a nosebleed, and I got 4 consecutive swatballs to the face.
You can definitely call me Cinderella, because I kept trying to run away from the ball. But one thing's for sure: THE BALL KEPT FOLLOWING ME.
So I have only one question.
The name should have been a tip off.
Who the hell thought this was a good idea?
Special Milk
I am lactose intolerant. I drink soymilk. If at all possible, Silk is my first choice. So that's what my mom got at the grocery store this week. It was sitting in the fridge this morning when my sister came down for breakfast:
Grace: Amme, why do you drink your **finger quotes** 'Special' milk?
Me: Because I'm lactose intolerant. Milk makes me gassy.
G: Ooooooh is that because you ate so much cheese?
M: Um..... no. That's what made it so you went 3 days without pooping.
G: Oh, right! I remember that! Um was it because you ate 2 cans of beans every day?
M: The hell? When did I ever do that?!?!?!
G: I don't know! I JUST WANT ANSWERS! **clutching face** EYEBALLS!
And at about that point, my neighbor knocked on the door to tell me the bus was down the road and I better get my ass in gear.
NOTE: My 10 year old sister has ADD ( Attention Deficit Disorder), and although this conversation took place before she took her pill, I still don't know what happened. I think maybe she had taken some other pills as well.......
Grace: Amme, why do you drink your **finger quotes** 'Special' milk?
Me: Because I'm lactose intolerant. Milk makes me gassy.
G: Ooooooh is that because you ate so much cheese?
M: Um..... no. That's what made it so you went 3 days without pooping.
G: Oh, right! I remember that! Um was it because you ate 2 cans of beans every day?
M: The hell? When did I ever do that?!?!?!
G: I don't know! I JUST WANT ANSWERS! **clutching face** EYEBALLS!
And at about that point, my neighbor knocked on the door to tell me the bus was down the road and I better get my ass in gear.
NOTE: My 10 year old sister has ADD ( Attention Deficit Disorder), and although this conversation took place before she took her pill, I still don't know what happened. I think maybe she had taken some other pills as well.......
Wednesday, January 25, 2012
How The Bathroom Works
As a dancer in a studio company, I spend most of my time at the studio.
All you dancers out there know what it's like: You eat, nap, work, and hang with friends there. I have morning classes, so I pretty much run around in my pajamas before class; derping around and whatnot. I even babysit there. It's safe to say I practically live there, as a home away from home.
But the age of dancers there range from 2 to 20.
And 8 year olds don't understand the basic concepts of using the bathroom.
So here's a rough outline of how it's supposed to work:
1) You go up to the bathroom door and knock.
2) If you hear, "Somebody's in here", you walk away and wait.
This is how they think it works:
1) If one bathroom is occupied and the other is empty, you go to the occupied one first.
2) Knock. Listen.
3) Hear nothing. Proceed to try and open the door.
4) Upon finding the door is locked, you keep trying to open it.
5) Ignoring all shouts of "OH MY GOSH SOMEONE'S IN HERE!", you then proceed to unlock the aforementioned door with your fingernail.
6) When you walk in on a girl trying to get changed who is now screaming at you, just stand there staring.
7) Run away, leaving said door opened to the entire studio.
So thank you. I really love that.
The best part is that the 2 year olds get it.
All you dancers out there know what it's like: You eat, nap, work, and hang with friends there. I have morning classes, so I pretty much run around in my pajamas before class; derping around and whatnot. I even babysit there. It's safe to say I practically live there, as a home away from home.
But the age of dancers there range from 2 to 20.
And 8 year olds don't understand the basic concepts of using the bathroom.
So here's a rough outline of how it's supposed to work:
1) You go up to the bathroom door and knock.
2) If you hear, "Somebody's in here", you walk away and wait.
This is how they think it works:
1) If one bathroom is occupied and the other is empty, you go to the occupied one first.
2) Knock. Listen.
3) Hear nothing. Proceed to try and open the door.
4) Upon finding the door is locked, you keep trying to open it.
5) Ignoring all shouts of "OH MY GOSH SOMEONE'S IN HERE!", you then proceed to unlock the aforementioned door with your fingernail.
6) When you walk in on a girl trying to get changed who is now screaming at you, just stand there staring.
7) Run away, leaving said door opened to the entire studio.
So thank you. I really love that.
The best part is that the 2 year olds get it.
Oh Look I Made a Blog.
MOMMY MOMMY LOOK WHAT I MADE!
That's great hon'....... what is it?
A blog!
A what?
A blog! It's where I tell people about my strange life, teach them how to do stuff, and tell stooooories!
And here we are. My first blog post.
I can't honestly say that I will be updating consistently. A life as strange as mine is quite busy, thus the ensuing insanity.
XOXO,
Amme
That's great hon'....... what is it?
A blog!
A what?
A blog! It's where I tell people about my strange life, teach them how to do stuff, and tell stooooories!
And here we are. My first blog post.
I can't honestly say that I will be updating consistently. A life as strange as mine is quite busy, thus the ensuing insanity.
XOXO,
Amme
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