Tuesday, December 15, 2009


Christmasness. n.
1. Being of the Christmas spirit, feeling, or nature.
"I'm so full of Christmasness right now!"
2. Snowy/gift-buying weather.
"The air was thick with the Christmasness that took over every year."
3. That one feeling where it's pure and happy and sweet, but not like candy, more like when you're little and making a wish on a star or you're about to open that really big present on your birthday--the feeling that is before Christmas itself, but is everything that Christmas should be.
"Christmasness lit up every face with a bright smile, in spite of lost credit cards, tantrum-throwing children, and stores that ran out of what you wanted right before you got there."


Obviously something is on my mind... can you guess?


Or rather, not Christmas itself, but ChristmasNESS, the meaning of which is displayed above in lovely Webster Form. Please, enlighten yourself to the third definition if you haven't already, so you know what I mean.

Christmas is just the best time of the year, of course, but not for the holiday itself. I love the feeling and the smiles and when you hand someone a card or gift and they are your best friend for just a minute, because you made their day that much better. I'm addicted to that way people take a gift and open it and you have that moment of "Wow, I'm so glad I thought of them, and now we're all happy" that fades so slowly, never quite going, like how glow sticks always seem to glow in the dark for months after.

My Christmas List is pretty short this year:

~socks (cute ones, fuzzy, or toe-socks, or with a pattern on them that's crazy and different)
~gift cards (for music or books)
~snow, every morning (6 am-8 am) and midnight-2 am from December 18 'til New Years or a few days after. Maybe not every day, but enough snow to make a snow-person-sculpture-garden and snow angels on my roof to watch the snowing stars until white cream clouds cover them.

That's all! Not a lot to ask for. Just that last one may be a tiny bit harder to get than the other two. Not like you can go to eBay and order up a miniature blizzard every for three weeks. Wish I could--that would be the perfect gift for everyone! (Seriously, Lake Eerie is RIGHT THERE, why hasn't it snowed, even a sugar-dusting over? Enough to stick to trees and turn them into ice-coated spills of ink up in the sky, make the houses and mailboxes cry silver tears that freeze and are stolen by little hands--I miss icicles! I miss snow flakes and ice skating and walking for miles to come home for hot chocolate or soup or coffee after a day with friends!)

Christmas carols are sad and wonderful at once somehow. I love them, I can sing along and laugh and they're lovely. I need to be baking though, otherwise it's just my voice and the radio and there's something empty in there. I like Christmas carols that fill up Christmasness, complete it, but some of them are too processed to do that, they only detract.

History is a bad class, bad teacher, can't stand it. I don't know why I hate history so much. But I do. That's just something that popped into my head for some reason--probably because I have to type a paper and write fifteen flash cards, and I'm procrastinating. I meant to take care of all that this past weekend, but instead I went shopping and bought things for friends.

I love Christmas!


Christmas n.

1. The annual Christian festival celebrating Christ's birth, held on December 25.
"I love Christmas!"
2. The period immediately before or after December 25.
"We had guests over Christmas."

exclamation, informal
3. Expressing surprise, dismay, or despair.
"Christmas! I forgot my glasses in Russia!"


So many definitions.

Alright. I'm officially ending this post.

Merry Christmas (ten days early) to all, and to all a good night!

PS: I am singing a solo for chorus. :l Good or bad, goodorbad? I can't decide. It's paid for, but I may withdraw, especially if anyone in any of the choir ensembles finds out. If people have to watch me and I fail, I'll die, especially when they say I did well and I'll know they're lying. The piece is Ave Maria by Schubert, which is good because I love that song. Must go practice that... and do homework... and take cold medicine... and maybe get more than five hours of sleep tonight. Yay insomnia. :) (Kinda.)

Tuesday, September 1, 2009


Finally, I get inspired to write a productive and thoughtful post! Or, so I think....

So at lunch, I just was thinking about how people choose sides to arguments, and they say "If you're not for me, you're against me", and people say "there are two sides to every story". Well, I disagree. There are certainly two sides to every story, but there are not ONLY two. The sides to any story, argument, opinion... are infinite. There are too many sides for anyone to be only on one side, or for any individual to get a whole side all to themselves.

The logic makes sense, I promise!! There are always going to be more view points, more opinions on opinions on opinions that overlap and run together and create what can only be called (for lack of a non-geometric-related term floating in my head at the moment) an n-gon. You know, like a pentagon, "pent" is five, or a heptagon, "hept" is seven. So on and so on. A shape that has not yet been given an identified number of sides is an "n-gon". "N" being a variable that has no specific value, as it could fluxuate (love that word!) and change at any moment. (Ha, who says you can't learn from me? This is excellent wisdom right here, even with a little bit of sense thrown in!)

So... the "n-gon" is the opinion, argument, subject-of-discussion.... And as such, there is NO END to the number of sides that you could take, that other people could take, there is too much information for one person to know, so they stick with what they have and turn anything that isn't into the opposite, causing the majorly mistaken conclusion to be drawn that the world actually IS black-and-white, good-and-bad, here-and-there, sofa or couch!! (Sorry, don't know where that last one came from. But it sounds nice there, I think I'll leave it.)

To restate for those of you who just skipped along down to the bottom of the post in hopes that I would talk about something else: you can't choose sides on anything. The world will always be just beyond your understanding. That's the way life goes.

It's so good to be back. :)

Tuesday, August 25, 2009


School starts in about... 2 hours.

I am curling my hair.

Shortest post ever.

Saturday, August 8, 2009

HG 59507460 A

I figure, I haven't posted in a while, and it doesn't even matter that that last one didn't get any comments, I wasn't really looking for comments anyway. So I just might as well post something here.

Well, you can see the title of this post is rather nonsensical and odd. It is actually and truly the number that was on the front of a $5 bill I did not want to lose, so I just memorized the number on the front for identification purposes. I will always be able to recall the number of that $5 bill, I know....

This was a very short post. If you want to listen to me rant more, there are more posts below this one. Or you can just leave. Whatever.

I love the world, don't die anyone! :)

Sunday, July 26, 2009

Zen and Kool-Aid Man

Yeah, I don't know what I'm thinking, so I figure I'd best sort my thoughts out here and now. Here goes nothing.

Koans. That's the "zen" part of my title. I was just thinking about those things, like "What is the sound of one hand clapping?" and "If a tree falls in a forest and no one is there to hear it, does it still make a sound?" I have the answers. Respectively, they are:

1. a quiet sound, like the wet wrinkly foot of an old person hitting the linoleum of the kitchen floor on a chilly end-of-August morning as they get up to make some cinnamon hot chocolate.

2. yes. but you don't deserve to hear it, so that's why you don't.

And you must accept those answers. I thought of them very recently and they are completely correct. Ne question pas le zen cerveau de moi!!! Now, I am going to leave the zen portion for today.

Kool-Aid Man--kreepy name, kreepy spelling. He's creepy. (kreepy??) He's not cool (kool??), and what's up with him bursting through walls and no one gets upset? And he can do flips and skate-board with no helmet and none of his icy (iky??) kool-aid spills. I always knew the laws of physics don't apply to tall people... even if they are just large animated freaks in bad commercials attempting to market disgusting sugar-filled juice (juike??) products (produkts??). (Yeah, I am going to stop replacing all "c"s with "k"s now. Thank you for enduring that.)

Not to mention, Kool-Aid Man gives out kool-aid. Doesn't he feel like he's losing brethren as each child sips away filthy red liquid from opaque plastic cups? Maybe he's a cannibal, because that would make sense. OOOORRRRRRR, more likely, Kool-Aid Man has an evil plot that requires him to give out samples of his nauseating, repelling goods, and somehow we will all soon be enslaved by talking pitchers and domesticated parrots (who, as the History Channel so interestingly informed me, will be taking over in large flocks once we humans are gone).

So that settles the matter! Don't buy Kool-Aid ever again, or else you alone will be responsible for the destruction of life as we know it! No, I am NOT overreacting!

Also, if you'd like to use the spare time you now have because you are no longer buying kool-aid, you can tell me your favorite koan in a comment and I will answer it for you. :)

PS: I've ALREADY HEARD the one about "If a man talks in a forest, and no woman is around to hear him, is he still wrong?" The answer is long and complicated. I refuse to explain it to people who probably don't want to know anyway.

Thursday, July 9, 2009


I will now proceed to tell a few random things about myself.

I don't know if I've told you before, but some of my dreams have a habit of coming true. Maybe you remember the Stone-Lab-Slideshow-Dream Incident?? I dreamt that the teacher took a picture of people playing frisbee among some large trees, and that the one person (name not to be mentioned) was running into a tree, and there I was in the background, blurry, but recognizable by my bright pink jacket, and the picture was in a slideshow at the end of the year--and I told all of the people present about this dream, so they can vouch for me if anyone thinks I'm crazy. And it came true.

2. I enjoy creating acronyms. Some may recall "T.O.A.S.T. (Teens Offering A Supply of Toasters) for France", which was my charity idea so that French people could have toast. Because my French teacher told me that it is exceedingly rare for French people to eat sliced bread. So maybe if they all had toasters, they'd buy sliced bread. At the time I came up with this acronym, I had been having an obsessive craving for toast which has mostly passed at the present time.

3. I want a winter home in Alaska--and please, don't tell me that the 19 straight hours of darkness will depress me, or I'll die due to lack of Vitamin D, because I will make sure to eat lots of broccoli and I love the stars, so 19 hours is plenty of time for star-gazing. I'll love it, truly. Plus, does anyone else just feel more alive, and vividly awake at night? In the dead of the darkness with no one else around and everything is still and all you can think is that the world could have ended and it would feel no different from this? There is something strange and interesting about nighttime that I love very much.

4. I have a Christmas list forming in my mind at this very moment. No that is NOT wrong, it's not like it's January! It's JULY people! Think of CHRISTMAS IN JULY!!! Anyway, here's my immediate list:

- a real evergreen tree, not the fake one from our basement, to hang ornaments on
- spearmint candy canes, because they taste better than peppermint
- mandolin, because I've been wanting one for almost 2 years now
- a job, so that I can make money without knitting (which gets vvvvveeeerrrryyyy old, very fast)
- gift cards for iTunes and Barnes&Noble, because I love both music and books. Lots and lots of books. And music.

Alright, I guess that's all I'm willing to divulge at the present. Maybe I'll do this again sometime. Tell me your thoughts on my thoughts!! :)

PS: That was me, subtly hint-hint-hinting to LEAVE A COMMENT!! YOU KNOW WHO YOU ARE!!! (And you know I know who you are. And I know you know I know who you are. And you know I know you know I know who you are....)

Saturday, July 4, 2009

Independence Day (not the movie!)

OK, I know you all must think I'm seriously depressed or messed up or something after my last post, and I haven't written in a while, I have not been very inspired. But today is July Fourth. A year ago, I was in Virginia, REMEMBER? :) At the time, almost an exact year ago (it will be exactly ONE YEAR in approximately eight hours or something, I'll have to check...), I was typing on the computer in my cousin's room and listening to my uncle tell my little cousins all about the Declaration of Independence, etc. etc. It was nice. I miss them, wish I could have gone again this summer, 'cuz there's a NEW little cousin now, her name is Julia Elizabeth. Not to be said together or anything, but the names Julia and Elizabeth sound so nice together I think I'll call her that until she's old enough to ask me to stop.

What I miss most about VA, besides my family, is probably shopping with my cousins' cousin who was about my age. And seeing that GUY. (Yes, yes, THAT one, if you know who I'm talking about, good for you! If not, you probably weren't meant to know....) Oooh, I'd travel twelve hours with my brother and sister and parents all talking in the car if he'd still be there. I seriously would. And for those of you who have met my sister at her worst, you know that means a whole lot more than you could interpret if you HAVEN'T met my sister at her worst. So yeah, it basically means I'd accept death than never see HIM again.... :) Strong words coming from me, you all know. Too bad though, I have to stay stuck where I am. Play tennis. Plan evil obnoxious outings. Make fun of lame movies. Wonder why Global Warming has caused all the bugs to virtually disappear for this summer--seriously, what's the deal??

Anyway, my rambling on has gone on forever now, and I'm much much better than my previous post, thanks to everyone, you guys are my friends for a reason. :) (Yes I still miss him; no not HIM-HIM, see my last post if you're confused about who I'm talking about.)

Thursday, June 11, 2009

Lamenting the Loss of a Rabbit

Rabbit foot--
with no rabbit--
Not so lucky.

My rabbit,
Steel, Steve, Bunny,

This rabbit was.
Maybe is.
Maybe not.

Still mine.
Wherever he goes.
Be happy,
Lucky little rabbit.

This post is dedicated to my Rabbit,
My Steel, My Steve, My Bunny,
Who left this Universe
at 3:10 this past afternoon,
Thursday June 11
2009 AD.

Wednesday, June 10, 2009

I'm a Pisces

I'm a Pisces. I've been reading about my Zodiac-star-sun-sign thing or whatever, Pisces, and I just like how it's a 99.99999999999% perfect match for me! I wonder if it's just a coincidence. But it's an awful lot of coincidences... like the stone "Moonstone" somehow connects to Pisces (love moon stones!), and "sea green" is one of my favorite colors and also connecting (maybe you've heard my rants, maybe not...), and I am slightly artistically inclined in the way of music and art and literature, and I do find my personality to be rather that of an "old soul" like the sign describes--not at all that I'm a decrepit elderly person, but in the way that I was born in the wrong time. (I will thank Chels and others to keep their opinions to themselves on the statement that I should have been born in the Victorian era!!!)

Apparently Pisces enjoy gift-giving (without preference to receiving anything back, just like me), daydreaming (who remembers when I was so zoned out I stopped breathing--yes, I am expecting raised hands on this one!), and need to be grounded by their friends personalities based on their friends Zodiac-star-sun-sign things. I guess this means I have to go find some Gemini, Leo, and Taurus friends you guys! See you! Nah, I'm totally happy to be all me and I love my friends!!! Miss you all!

But seriously, please check out these sites and tell me it isn't... ME.


Really, what's the likeliness?!? I can't believe it, but it HAS to be more than coincidence, after all my parents never told me anything about "New Age" culture and whatnot. But I don't really believe in it anyway. I just love fish--especially in the form of Sushi! :) Ooo, wait... is that to be considered cannibalism?

Side note: we are in the age of the Pisces Zodiac sign until the year 2051! Woohoo! Here's to another 32 years of fish! :)

Sunday, June 7, 2009

Pluto is SO a Planet!

Just figured I'd tell everyone: Pluto is, has always been, and always will be a planet! Pluto is my favorite planet, followed by Neptune, and I don't care what those stupid and crazy scientists decided! About 25 trillion (or 25,000 million, however you prefer to read it) years from now, when the first three planets closest to the sun are swallowed by the sun, people will be GRATEFUL Pluto is a planet! GRATEFUL! (*Note: please see end of my previous post for other comments about "grateful". Seriously, go look!) Although, no one will probably be around because either we'll be:

a) an extinct species
b) dead of heat stroke, every one of us, or
c) uncaring of exactly which planet is which anymore.

Whatever the reasoning, I just hope that SOMEDAY people will realize that PLUTO IS THE BEST PLANET EVER.

Sorry if I've ranted about this before, but I had to again. If I didn't rant about this before on this blog, the subject has probably come up in casual conversation at least. If you're sick of it, say "aye"! No, not really. I'll steal your keyboard before you can type it.

Tuesday, June 2, 2009


Alright, end of school coming up.... In like two days. This is so without warning! How on Earth can the administration expect me to say good-bye to all my lovely friends when all anyone's worried about is EXAMS EXAMS EXAMS??? There's no way. So I'll say so here:

Good-bye everyone! I had a wonderful year with you, I love you all, miss you so much already, I'll send postcards, Bon Voyage, etc. etc.!!!

The Seniors have the perfect way to say good-bye to everyone though. They just pass out zillions of their senior photos--Prom pics, concert pics, year book/club photos, professional casuals, head shots, full-body shots, cool and quirky and making-me-nostalgic, 'cuz whatever Senior gives me a photo, I know I can never know them and all their perfect memories or their sad ones, so I just read the note and say "Thanks, good luck, congrats, etc. etc.". But you know what? No matter WHO it is, whether they know me all that well or not, their notes start out the same:

"Cat: You are so sweet! You're really nice, such a good person, even if you're really really quiet! Good luck with the rest of High School, Have fun, I'll miss you!

Your friend,
(enter name of Senior here)"

 Sweet? Me? Really? The quiet thing I get, but am I really SWEET? Like a cough drop, I'd guess. Kind of bitter with an off-flavor. Not that I'm ungrateful. I really think those people are so wonderful to take their time and pretty-colored pens just to write me a little farewell. I will not complain further.

One last thought before I go: "wonderFUL" means FULL of wonder; "grateFUL" means FULL of grate (i.e., appreciation); however "awFUL" does NOT mean FULL of aw/awe--it means pretty much the opposite. Explain THAT to me satisfactorily, if you can. Just try, this one honestly has me flummoxed. And flummoxFUL. Yep, that would mean FULL of flummox.

Friday, May 29, 2009

Yup, I'm....

Take no notice of the title. I just wanted to say that. Write it. Whatever. Anyway, I have been looking at my posts and decided that recently they have been particularly bland and effortless. Of course, I tried at the time, but in retro-spect (I know that word's not hyphen-ated but -I- li-ke hy-ph-en-szszszszs.) they are much like the Saltine crackers of my blog. Nice in their own right, for a while at least, but many more of them and my raving, rabid, rabies (whoops, not that one, sorry!) readers would really retaliate reprehensibly. Is that enough "r"-starting-with words for you? It was for me, I never want to use an "r" again--they now make me feel rather (dang it, there's two... shoot, one more... NNNOOOOOO!!! they're entirely unavoidabler than I thought!!!) nauseous. It'll pass though.

Anyway, I was just thinking today about how silly it is that the closer you get to the end of the school year (June fourth for me, YAY.) the more teachers seem to insist upon giving you one final project, test, homework assignment, chapter to read, whatever. And I just want to know (perfectly truly and honestly): WHAT IS WRONG WITH THEM??? Why am I not allowed to relax in my final days before the half toil/half freeness of summer comes about and I am once again left at home six days a week with only a rabbit for company? WHY?

But that's not why I was writing. I was simply going to tell anyone who cares that I am not going to bother tanning this summer, because it just winds up groty and peeling by three days later, no matter how well it looked first off. And, in other news: the first ice cream truck of the year came around today. I never knew they still existed before I moved here six years ago. I was always so happy, even though I only ever bought one popsicle from one of them once, because the music sounded like wind-chimes and magic and happiness. Today, it sounded like a broken, worn-out music box. Why do things change on me like that?

That was going to be all--that tiny bit I just wrote directly above, skipping the first two parts. But if I'd stopped after that, this would have just been another plain old Saltine then, wouldn't it? Welcome back, old posting style! I missed you! (Yeah, those last two exclamations there.... They were me talking to my style of writing. And I am glad I said it, for it shall never feel under-appreciated again.)

Thursday, April 30, 2009

Telemarketers and/or Global Warming, Part II

Yes, this is part TWO. Go find the first post if you must see Part One. It is quite amusing, in retrospect, for me at least.

Anyway, I don't remember what on earth I was going to say about Global Warming. Perhaps at the time I had irrefutable evidence that telemarketers were the cause of it? Maybe the ozone layer does not exist, thus explaining the large hole in it? Or maybe a cure for it. We'll never know.

However, I wrote down the telemarketing thing. It is a suggestion of what to do, should you ever have the desire to fully infuriate a telemarketer. Please use at your own will, though at the same time, responsibly and with as much discretion as possible. Thank you.

Here's the example:

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Okay, now I can't find that either!!! What the heck is wrong with me?!? I always misplace stuff.... But this is particularly upsetting because 1) it was really quite hysterical and 2) it was written n my journal that contained about eight months worth of information!!!!! Experiences, rants, laughs, cries, annoyances and memories that are forever lost and I'll never be able to recover! It's actually very heartbreaking....

So never mind. If I ever find out where I put that journal though, I will post the thoughts under the title "Telemarketers and/or Global Warming, Part III". 'Til next time I suppose....

Wednesday, April 22, 2009

April 22--Best Day Ever

I'm not saying why today is the best day ever. It goes without saying.

Happy Earth Day! Plant a tree, turn off your TV, watch the sky and think of me! I'll be naming every constellation out there, so just looking at the sky will brighten our connections to each other! (If you don't understand this, read my previous post.)

Feel free to comment! Be awesome! I love the World! Good Night! :)

Friday, April 17, 2009

This is Significant

It's so so ODD to think about this: ALL OF US. We're all here, same time, same place, living totally different lives, yet we're somehow connected in ways too complex to understand--a billion connections to a single person, and a billion connections away from them.... Life. You are right now IN THE LIVES of so many other people, yet at the same time, not with them at all. And connected in a billion ways you'll never know, because it's so complex. We are all TOGETHER and a million miles away at the same time, and we're never going to know who we change and who changes us, but one day we'll realize (like I have tonight) that we are all LINKED. This is a significant piece of information to me. Sometimes late night mind-wanderings are the times when it hits me hardest that WE EXIST and WE WILL LIVE and WE WILL DIE.

And it scares me. But in a good kind of way, that is more like the feeling you get from looking down a two thousand foot drop off a cliff into a valley in a haze of fog, and you aren't wearing any protective gear at all--like a parachute, or helmet, or elbow/knee-pads, or a bungee cord, or any rope at all. It's just you and the air and nothing but an inch between life and death. That's how close I've gotten to the edge of the universe without doing more than leave the roof outside my window as I look at the stars, which in comparison, make this very very insignificant.

Wednesday, April 8, 2009

Look at THIS!!! :D

I made a video for my English project about Romeo and Juliet. (No, it was NOT about Susan. I wish though!!!) Actually, we had an assignment to create a visual based on dominoes, and the fact that one event falling leads to another leads to another, just like dominoes. Anyway, my video was very symbolic and amazing (I thought--and I wouldn't be able to tell you I thought it was amazing if I really didn't think it was amazing, so please be nice about it). I'm going to post it, you should watch it, and then tell me that you love the song. That's right--I put it all to "Romeo and Juliet" by the Killers. :)

Saturday, April 4, 2009

Telemarketers and/or Global Warming

I have no clue what I am going to say in this post. I will not delete antthing. ~antth~ dang it ~anything~. Not even typos, as you have seen. This is pretty fu ~fun~ actually. I'm just typing whatever comes on ~into~ my head. (**Note: whatever I put in "~~" those squiggle things is my attempt to correct typos. Deal with it. i have to, and I'm all OCD about grammar, punctuation, spelling, etc.) So you're getting a look at whatever I think, no censored things, stuf ~stuff~, memories, deals whatever. Maybe I'll think about something entirely humiliating and you'll get to see it! Lucky you! Or maybe not, depending. Anyway, I better type about the subject title of this post, or else I'll forget, as per usual.

Telemarketers. Actually, you know, that's such a freaking lon ~long~ (but very cool) rant I have writtend ~written~ Wait, just let me start that sentence over. Just the second half after "rant" though; "I have written it down in my journal". There. phew. I bet you didn't even know I HAD a journal, what with already having the blog, facebook, email, IM, and three different writing avv shoot ~accounts~ set up on different websites. I guess I do a lot of writing. Hmm. Maybe I have a disease or something. I ~Or~ just a lot of thoughts.

Shoot. You know, my hands are cramping from the stress of trying to type with as few mastakes ~mistakes~ as possible, because they're getting really annoying, so I'll just r dang ~writer~ shoot !~ FRICK ~WRITE~ about global warming later too. So this post is pointless. But I darn it i hate friggin computers shoot this keyboard kill microsoft dang--anyway. I'LL TYPE NORMALLY TOMORROW. Or you know, as normal as I csan WHY CAN'T I TYPE?@?@?@!?!?! OK, this is me, siging danf i mean DANG ~signing~ off for now.


Wednesday, April 1, 2009

April Fool's Day

I hate this day so so much. People now have a HOLIDAY seemingly dedicated to make ME the target of more jokes. Honestly, aren't you all laughing your heads off at me all the time anyway? Don't you ever get tired of it? Well I am SICK OF IT, hear me?!?!?!?! I am never going to talk to any of you AGAIN. Ha, see if you can laugh at me NOW, especially once I block all of you from this page FOREVER!!!

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APRIL FOOL'S!!! Ha ha ha, I'd never do that to you guys! You saw that coming right? I mean, that was the TITLE, my GOSH. If you didn't get that before it happened, go see a doctor. Today. Seriously, like, pick up the phone and make an appointment for yourself RIGHT NOW. (This is not a drill, I repeat, this is NOT a drill!!! I don't know why I wrote that, ha ha ha. Being up early does stuff to my head....)

Aw, guys, really I love all my friends! Happy April Fool's Day, see you in a few years!!! :)

Thursday, March 26, 2009

I Have No Appropriate Title to Suit This Post

This is an update post only. Nothing much interesting here. So if you want a quick little overview type thing, just read what's in bold and italics.

~The tree should be named Paul Dano, just 'cuz he's the best.

~I love the bands "Jimmy Eat World" and "Social Distortion". Look them up.

~I bought socks and tic tacs at Walmart. The socks are for a friend and a extremely cute, and I shan't say more (yup, I really did just use the word "shan't" and I couldn't care less what you think, no offense you know.) because that may ruin everything. The tic tacs are cherry flavored and VVVEEERRRYYY yummy. :)

~I got a Facebook after I decided I'd just have to face my fear of becoming addicted to it. And guess what? After 3 weeks, I'm still not addicted to Facebook!!! (But I AM addicted to the Superflair function. Facebook users, BEWARE!!!!! Ha ha ha, I seriously love that application more than almost anything else on Facebook.)

~I didn't get the new Maximum Ride novel from Walmart, even though I so wanted it so much I thought I'd DIE, so I'm getting my brother to drive me tomorrow, which is when I shall finally buy it. YAY!!!

Alrighty then, that's all for tonight. But before I sigh off, here's a quick little shout-out thingy to some awesome people: Happy Birthday to Kia, Kinz, Chels, and anyone else who's bday isn't really today but has occurred already or shall this year! (If you birthday is today on the other hand, that's just tough luck for you!)

Wednesday, March 4, 2009


OK, I have read all of Romeo and Juliet multiple times, and I have concluded:

a) it is a dirty play with too many sex jokes.

b) Romeo is a stalker. (Really, how did he know which room was Juliet's?)

c) Shakespeare was almost as sarcastic as I am.

d) The whole thing is Susan's fault.

Even so, Susan is my favorite character. A friend and I now have plans to name our English teacher's tree Susan. I think it'll work OK. Who wouldn't want a small houseplant named after one of Shakespeare's greatest (in my opinion) characters? : )

Thursday, February 19, 2009

Life Goes On

Some song just popped into my head when I started typing, so the title is now "Life Goes On" thanks to the lyrics to a song I don't recall all the way that went something like "Life goes o-o-on, like this so-ooong... I can't wait for the world to sing, I can't wait to be happening...." on and on and such. Not an amazingly awesome song, but quite fitting whatever mood my brain is in apparently, or else I wouldn't have recalled it, right? I believe my brain's moods differ from my own.

So, as my English class is going to be reading Shakespeare's classic (Romeo and Juliet, duh!) soon, I'm going to give you all this wonderful little link to the best video recording of the Killers doing a cover of the song "Romeo and Juliet". The song manages to shed a funny light on the whole story, despite the mass killings and high suicide rates. (Alright, I am exaggerating a bit, calm down, I can say what I want! Man, I've never said that before. Weird to do so now....) Here's the link:


And if you're too lazy, or think the Dire Straits version is better (I'm a die-hard Killers fan, so I must disagree with those of you don't appreciate music like "When You Were Young", "Sam's Town", "Human", etc.) here are quotes from the song that I feel capture the most humorous essence of the song and the play:

"Lovestruck Romeo, sang the streets a serenade, layin' everybody low, with a love song that he made; Found a streetlight, stepped outta the shade, said somethin' like: 'You and me babe, how 'bout it?' Juliet said 'Hey, it's Romeo! You nearly gave me a heart attack.'..." (These are the first couple lines. I believe they accurately portray what basically happened in a way that the modern world can understand, with the way uncultured teens are--it's the truth, most teens don't bother with old English literature. Shameful.)

"When you gonna realize, it was just that the time was wrong?" (This is the last line of the chorus. I feel it sums up the whole suicide stuff nicely--the time was wrong, always. Wrong for them to meet, because Romeo wanted a rebound love from Rosaline--if only subconsciously--and wrong when they got married, because then Tybalt died--nice one Romeo! *rolling*eyes*--and wrong for Romeo to kill himself, because two seconds later Juliet wakes up to find a dead husband. Poor little 13 year old girl has to leave her family, accept the death of her cousin, and be willing to foresake her entire country for the love of a way older guy who commits suicide. I sense something wrong in that.)


Saturday, February 14, 2009

Happy Valentine's Day.

You know, this was originally a day to celebrate the St. Valentines of the Roman Catholic Church. They were both martyrs. That's romantic, isn't it? Yet somehow this winds up as the 2nd hugest commercial holiday of the year, and the 2nd biggest card-sending day--after Christmas of course. Anyone else wonder how Hallmark and all the other companies can get away with all this sort of stuff? I do, all the time. I can find no real reason that people feel the need to go buy a ton of material things for other people just so they feel loved.

I'm giving you all something inmaterial today:

Whoever, wherever you are, whatever you're like, I don't care. I want you to know that I appreciate you and that you are absolutely a perfect being, no matter what you may say in your head about your small faults. It could always be worse, and look on the bright side: now you know someone likes you for you. Happy Non-Commercial Day of Unknown True Origin!

Wednesday, February 11, 2009

Gr. Wednesdays.

Alright, Wednesdays are the days school starts 1/2 an hour later than usual. I can never remember that. So this morning, apparently my parents didn't remember either. Gr.

I woke up at 5:30, went back to sleep. Was woken up at 6 again, went back to sleep at 6:19. (See where I'm headed? I'm not a morning person unless it's not a school morning. Even on Snow Days where I'm unaware that it's a Snow Day yet, my subconscious has its little alarm go off in my brain until I go get some cereal, which I never eat before school. Insane.) Anyway, I woke up at 7 eventually, and didn't realize that I could have actually gone to sleep again until about 7:45 before I had to start getting ready for school. (Amazing how little time I spend on my appearance. I feel as though I'm a shameful poke in the eye to every girl who wakes up hours ahead of time just to get every hair sprayed in place with a super-strong gel, then spends the rest of her time making sure each eyelash gets its own coating of mascara to avoid clumping.)

Anyway, I wound up dragging myself to the door to see my mother walking over, freaking out at me for probably almost certainly making myself late again--though I haven't been late this term yet, and was only late a couple times last term. (Alright, I was late 5 times total, 3 of which were NOT my fault and two of which should have been excused but somehow weren't!) So I skipped almost everything I usually do to get ready, I just brushed my teeth, put in contacts, threw on headbands and a long-sleeved t-shirt ad left. My dad could have gotten a speeding ticket if a cop had stopped him on the way to my school. Thankfully, I have very good car Karma (car-ma?) and there were no cruisers in sight. I wound up walking in the door wondering why everyone was standing around in the commons instead of heading to class, when all of a sudden I thought to myself: It's Wednesday. Frick.

I knew there was a reason the world hates Wednesdays, besides the odd spelling. What's the worst day of the week in your opinion? (Explain why. Please don't steal my explanation or I'll be forced to sue you. Also, "frick" is my word, and mayn't be used without written/typed consent. Thank you.)

Monday, February 9, 2009

Additions to the List

Alright, three additions to the list:

9) Having a lisp (seriously, who's idea was it to put an "S" in "lisp" anyway? How cruel. Example: "I have a lithp." "What?" "I have a lithp." "Wait, you have a what???" "I have a freaking lithp, okay??? A LITHP!!!!!" Honestly, some speech impediment namer has really got to be ashamed of himself.) **Thanks to Chels, for this addition to the list!**

8) Peeing your pants, and trying to act all cool about it despite the fact that everyone knows you did anyway. **Yet another thanks to Chles!**

7) Being an idiot. Everyone knows you are, but you use big words to try to fool them, and it doesn't work. **Thanks to Kinz for this one!**

6) The fact that you are a zombie. (ZDL, your time has come!!! ...NOT!!!!!!!! hahahaha... Only on friend will actually get this inside joke. I shall not explain.)

Yeah, there're a few more open spots. Tell me if you want to add one, but if not, just tell me something strange that's happened to you lately so I can create a new post based on random inspirations not involving lists. Thanks!!! :)

Thursday, February 5, 2009

Olives are a Fruit. All Fruits are Vegetables; not ALL veggies are fruits.

That title has nothing to do with anything, I just figured you'd like to know. You may also wish to know that what we call "fire" is merely a clever illusion.... OK, not really. But it doesn't exist. It's simply a product of a chemical reaction between energy and Carbon dioxide. Don't I sound all scientific? :)

Anyway, my true purpose is writing an incomplete list of the "35 Hardest Things to Cover Up" that a friend of mine and I started quite a while ago and never finished, but it's funny anyway. Some are her ideas, some are mine. If you'd like to add to the incomplete numbers on the list, please do tell me in a comment. Greatly appreciated, smiles for all of you! :) *note: anything in parenthesis is an added comment of mine, except in the case of #14, #28, and #27!!!!!

35. Being pregnant.
34. Eating the very last blue-raspberry popsicle. (because it stains your teeth, tongue and mouth area blue--but so worth it!)
33. Being more than just slightly obese.
32. Graphite stains. (From where your pencil won't erase off your page.)
31. Ugly carpets. (Because they're usually covering up stains, graphite or otherwise.)
30. burning eggs. (I've done this uncountable times--never been caught yet.)
29. Lysol/Clorox after-smells.
28. Giant neon signs. (in the dark)
27. Giant neon signs. (in the light)
26. Dating a nerd.
25. Eating meat when you say you're a vegetarian.
24. A spot on your wall where you threw a Sharpie. (been there, done that. Duct Tape does NOT help!)
23. The fact that you DIDN'T make it into college.
22. Being married.
21. NOT being married.
20. that place on your t-shirt where you dribbled cherry slushie. (man, now I want one, dang it!)
19. A flaming birthday cake.
18. Being eaten by a shark/wildebeast/prehistoric ice lemur.
17. If you stole ~~~~~~~~~'s (sorry, had to block my name out there!) list--*cough*some friends of mine*cough*
16. If you have a huge pimple on your nose that WON'T GO AWAY! (Never had that issue, thank goodness!)
15. Finding a dinosaur bone.
14. The fact that you're gay--"Hello, fabulous!" (Not mine, most definitely my friend's idea!)
13. The fact that you're a transvestite. (Also not mine.)
12. An enormous black eye.
11. ****************************************** (this one was a little too odd to list on my blog. Leaving it at that. Don't ask, I won't tell you anything.)
10. covering a redwood tree with a washcloth or towel. (Have you seen those trees? They're HUGE!!!!!)
9. Liking country music.
8. (nothing was here)
7. (or here)
6. (still nothing)
5. (nope)
4. (nada)
3. (more nothing)
2. (and yet more nothing)
1. Killing someone!

There you have it. A brilliant list, no? If you'd like to add something, only the spots 2-9 are available, and I've already got a few offers on them! Leave a comment to leave your mark on this amazing list! :)

All additions will be revealed in a later post. Good Luck!

Monday, February 2, 2009

Wooo! Groundhogs!!!

Happy Groundhog Day! And you know, I think I'll celebrate hedgehogs today as well. All in the hog family, you know? :)

Today is also my parents kind-of anniversary. I can never remember their actual date of marriage, so I just tell them Happy Anniversary today. (Because today is the day that my dad asked my mom to marry him--because he couldn't wait for Valentine's Day to ask. I like this day better anyway, it's much more original.) So, because I'm writing this the day BEFORE Groundhog's Day and just setting it to post itself at the exact moment the celebration begins, I have no clue if little furry Pete or Patches or Gary, or whatever that little Groundhog's name is, saw his shadow. My prediction on the remainder of winter though, is that more winter weather is on the way, though probably not 6 weeks of it. Your prediction? Your new name for what's-his-face in Punxsutawney, PA? Your rant-lettes about the movie "Groundhog Day" and all the other movies that have ripped off the basic plot? TELL ME IN A COMMENT! (Wow, this makes the top 5 list of the shortest posts I've ever written.)

Wednesday, January 28, 2009

I Have Amnesia

I was reminded of amnesia by a book last night, and decided to blog as though I was suffering a bout of amnesia myself. Following the three little stars I shall out will be the blog post of a person with amnesia who can't remember over 2.5 mins ago. Good Luck reading it!

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I have amnesia, which I've been told has given me a slight case of ADD. I wonder why.... You know "why" has no vowels in it, unless you count "y" as a vowel, which it is only sometimes. I wonder what the reasoning behind that is. If I was the letter "y" I'd complain that I should be paid overtime to do the work that "i" and "e" were too lazy to do--isn't it a full enough job being a consonant already? I mean really....

I have amnesia, which has been giving me some complicated ADD issues. Peanut Butter Cups sound good right now. But not the name-brand kind, I want some slightly off kind. Well, maybe that isn't a good idea, I heard that peanut butter can give you salmonella. Although I thought that just came from under-cooked meat and raw eggs. Maybe it's from ll forms of protein. Or maybe someone will jump out in a few seconds and shout "April Fools!!!"....

I have amnesia. What a funny feeling, I'll tell you. Whoops, looks like I already did. (I just read what I wrote before. The word "whoops" reminds me of one one my favorite movies ever. I wish I could just remember what it's called. It has Hugh Grant in it. Him and his amazing accent, oh gosh, it's really an AMAZING accent....)

I have amnesia. Frick, I already told you that didn't I? Why can't I stop ranting?!?!?! Must have something to do with this ADD I mentioned before, but I've momentarily forgotten what that is....

I have amnesia, and ADD, what ever that's supposed to be. OOOO, What's that button do? "Publish Post"... Both those words start with the same letter, how odd. I wonder why people.... Hey, have you ever noticed that the letter "y" is only a vowel SOMETIMES? Don't you think it deserves better recognition than that? I bet being a consonant is hard enough  without adding the trouble of vowels in as well....

Friday, January 23, 2009

Random Post!!!

This post really has no point to it. So I shall rant aimlessly until I come to a sudden halt and hit the "Publish Post" button. On with my rant-lettes.

If you're reading this as an anonymous person, you should really get an account--it's sometimes fun to say stuff, like now. But of course I won't force anyone to blog, because that would defeat the purpose, kind of the same way sugar-free candy defeats the purpose of eating candy in the first place. What do people eat when they feel bad besides candy? I don't get hungry often when I'm upset, but most people I know have what they refer to as their "comfort food". These foods are somewhere in the categories of cake mix, pancakes with the most fatty syrup available, pretzels (only the window-shaped ones, though I prefer the round ones you find in Chex Mix--YUM, I love Chex Mix! wish I had some now, but then again I wouldn't eat it over the keyboard because I hate the little crumbs that get stuck between the keys when OTHER people eat over it) with peanut butter, and some other stuff I don't quite recall with minimal thought. You know what's weird? People who say "I could care less." They usually mean "I COULDN'T care less", but for some reason they are too lazy to say the extra syllable. Because if you meant that you couldn't care less but then you say you could care less, it means you DO care to some degree, right? On the other hand, maybe the person meant what they said after all. Oh my gosh, so many people are so STUPID!!! A ton of people at my school drink and use drugs and illegal substances (thankfully no one I'm super close to though. I don't think.) and they get caught, and then they go do whatever they want anyway! People just go and RUIN their lives for no reason, where did the Earth's sense go?!?!?!

This went on for quite a while now. I shall leave it as is and hit post.

Thursday, January 15, 2009

Kinz's Hair and One Bowl Brownies

Yep, I totally stole this title from one of my BFF's blog titles. (www.kinseyf.blogspot.com--check it for a reference. very cool.) However, this is about her hair and brownies, unlike her post which happened to be about my hair and brownies. Entirely different, am I right? No, I didn't think so either.

Anyway, I'll talk about the brownies first. I went to Kroger (it's so cold out I had to have my dad drive me--it was TWELVE BELOW ZERO out. Probably lower by now.). I bought a pack of Low-Fat brownie mix. (My ethics won't let me use product placement, even where it doesn't matter, so I will not tell you the brand. If you guess, I will still not tell you.) I came home to make said brownies, and realized I did not have the Low-Fat kind, but instead the regular kind from the same brand, which turns out they have less calories, less fat, more mix, and bigger serving sizes anyway. Go figure. They are baking at the moment and I am praying I have not missed the timer and that they are not burning.

Now on to more important matters: Kinsey's hair. Somehow in the lunch line today, we were discussing moving to Texas. I have no clue why. (Because it's warm? Because it's far away? Help me here Kinz!!!) Anyway, I said no we can't move to Texas, that's right by the Golf of Mexico where people smuggle in drugs, and they'll plant our purses and socks with ILLEGAL SUBSTANCES!!!!! And this led to a few other aspects of that discussion that I now only remember a few vague parts of and I won't rack my mind for every little detail anyway--because I could, I just don't want to. And now I have fully realized that my friend Kinsey's awesome curly hair is so distractingly perfect and bouncy and fun to mess with that that is the reason she never gets into trouble--her hair catches the attention of whoever caught her doing something evil and they couldn't focus well enough to stop her until she got away. OF COURSE!!! Either that, or she is truly the saint-like image of perfection that everyone--including myself--believes she is. Darn it, all my friends have to be better than me, don't they?!?!?! Haha, kidding. (About me being upset that is--of course you are all a billion-kajillion and 8.75 times more wonderful than myself, it goes without saying.) Oh, frick it, I forgot the brownies!!!

Wednesday, January 7, 2009

My Theory

Alright, as promised here is my theory of what trees do in their spare time. It is nowhere near as wonderful as the ones my friends came up with, so if you're disappointed I understand. But hey, mine comes with a CARTOON!!! :)

I firmly believe that in addition to what my two friends have posted as their own theories, trees use their spare time knitting random clothing items for people lost in the wild.

Gah, FRICK!!!! It didn't work!!!! Now you all can totally laugh at me, I don't care. :(

Friday, January 2, 2009

What do Trees do in their spare time?

If you bothered to read the title of this post, you know what I'm wondering (and don't ask why I'm wondering--I have no clue, except it may have something to do with orange juice and Google and oatmeal bars that taste like strawberries and I really don't know) and if you DIDN'T read the title, you should probably do that right now because that's what friends are for. Also, you perhaps may have an answer, which I'd appreciate very much. Or you mayn't (that is MY WORD, you may NOT-NOT-NOT use it!!! IT IS COPYRIGHTED!!!!!!!! yes that is selfish. I am trying not to care.) have a clue at all. I only have a vague idea, but that will not be revealed at this time. I may include a cartoon to explain my idea thoroughly. I mayn't though, so I also encourage you to say your own idea, which will likely create a better picture in your mind than my explanation.

Why did I decide to write this? I don't know. What is it that trees do in their spare time? I don't know. Why am I posting these question up, only to answer them myself? I HAVE NO CLUE!!!!!! Now, please, nice sane readers, answer the tree question and I'll pretend to be sane again.

Thursday, January 1, 2009

Whoa... It's 2009...

Happy New Year readers of this blog!!! (I wrote this before hand so you can read it when it makes sense.) Now, one thing I hope you all realized and took into careful consideration about 2009 is that This was the LAST year anyone can buy those kinda dorky glasses you wear on New Year's with the 2 zeros for eyes. (Since 2000, people've been taking for granted that the year has 2 zeros right next to each other, allowing comfortable, slightly unfashionable eyewear.) As next year is 2010, you won't be able to wear them anymore!!! I can't choose if that's good or bad....

Who knows, maybe we'll all miss the glasses and wish we had a pair in 2010. In fact, I am missing them a little right now....

All I'm saying is, give the glasses a chance people!!! Happy 2009 to you all!