"Ah, What a Tangled Web we Weave...

...when we first practice to decieve." William Shakespeare. Did he really come up with it, or was it someone else working under a pseudonym as a name then a guy with that name came forward and took credit for everything the true author wrote? Okay, that's really NOT the question I meant to ask. I'll try again:

What does that quote mean? Does it mean we are entirely caught up in our own lies from birth? Or is it something beyond us and all we recognize: a system of complicated misinterpretations that existed before time itself, thus inevitably trapping us forever in a world where up could be down, and what's there is now over here? Is it all our fault, or are the cosmic senses of the universe aligned against us so that we can never run from distorting the truth?

I have no answer, only theories. Mine are far too long to read and understand, they are things you have to see for yourself. Unless you're theories are as hopeless as mine, or else you're too caught up in your own web of lies (or the universe's, w/e), please tell me about YOUR thoughts. I'm curious....

If I'm a Band Geek, What are You?

Some of the people who regularly read my blog (and I'm sure NO ONE does, but whatever) I'd like to explain my absence. I am in marching band for my Highschool, and as a frosh (freahman) I have to participate in "Band Camp" (oh gosh, it sounds just as nerdy to type as to think and say, ew) and learn to march, and play our fight song, and be entirely in step with everyone else. So my long 13-hours-a-day/5-days-a-week schedule has kept me just tired enough that I haven't stayed in touch. But I will now become a regular blogger, even if it's just 15 secs of typing while waiting for an email or whatever. Or maybe I'll try posting once a week, because that should be easy to remember.

Which reminds me: Thanks to Avian Fang, who reminded me I was at Band Camp instead of on the computer! Because really, I barely remembered WHAT i'd done last week!

Also, I'd like to give you guys a link to something REALLY cool. If you look at it, tell me what you think!

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CXDstfD9eJ0

Comments are appreciated, all will be answered!

Among my Other Hippie-Like Tendancies...

OK, tonight I was eating a deliciously AWESOME granola bar and I noticed that among your typical nutritionary facts there was a phrase that said "Flavored with Other Natural Flavors". Wow,who knew that the natural flavors of granola had to be ENHANCED chemically by OTHER flavors JUST so it still tastes like granola? I sure didn't! Kind of scary to think what sort of junk they put in foods anyway. What meat ARE hot-dogs? What is SPAM (please, don't say spinach-ham or junk email)? And honestly, do we WANT to know how they get those powdery cheese flavorings onto Dorritos and Cheetos? I'm not sure if i really do...

In other news: I am going to be a hippie for Halloween, then if my hair is well enough pat my elbows (it almost is) I will give a whole ton of hair to Locks of Love! I will be SO happy! Even though I will miss my hair...

So if you have any stories about hippies, the 70s, or hair (bad hair days, good hair days, long hair, no hair, whatever) feel free to share in a comment! I'll count it as an early Halloween present!

TRICK OR TREAT, SMELL MY FEET,

GIVE ME SOMETHING GOOD TO

COMMENT BACK ON AND DISCUSS AT LENGTH WITH YOU RANDOM ONLINE BLOG-VIEWERS WHICH WOULD BE

SWEET!

My Life as Wallpaper (a BlogBook by me); Introduction

I'm wallpaper in person. I am quiet, shy, and totally invisible. I love it. I can be as loud as I like here, because even if I scream not the whole world hears. But when wallpaper screams, we all scream. So I am silent. But I learn more this way. I never get bored, because I know more about people than most of them do. I can talk to you for ten seconds and guess almost your whole life. I know more secrets about you than you, your best friend, or your parents ever could. Secrets you didn't know you had that just jump out to me like screaming wallpaper.

It's not boring as wallpaper. It's fun and i never get lonely. But I like changes. So while I'm not quite screaming, I'm taking in a breath as I write these chapters of my BlogBook. By the time it's done, maybe you'll scream with me. Watch for the first Chapter, coming soon!

Thanks to Avian Fang for the brilliant springboard I'm sure you didn't know you gave me. The rest of you: COMMENT COMMENT COMMENT! : )

Seeing Angels

To people who don't already know: I'm in Virginia, USA!!! Not telling you the city, but it's OK to say the state because--get this--I DON'T LIVE HERE!!! Not all the time anyway. Because it's against my own morals to give out personal living information online...'cause REALLY, how am I to know if you're gonna track me down and kill me, or put Clorox in my cheese cubes (which I don't eat anyway...) or send me loads of junk mail (*shudders* at thought of getting unwanted catalougues tempting me to buy uneeded products)!!! Anyway, I'm just helping out my aunt and uncle with their three ADORABLE children because they have a new baby girl named Sophia who will soon be two months old, and the older two--Olivia (5, almost 6, will be 6 in less than a month) and Mathew (7, 8 in October)--need to be kept out from under foot and out of Sopie's face. Poor Sophie has an ear infection, and it hurts my heart so much to know she's in pain. Why must such a small innocent child be in pain? My mom says that a baby can see angels. I think that's true, because my cousin is so sweet, and she almost never cries (unusual for a baby in discomfort), so maybe the angels comfort her. Or maybe she's tuggung at their wings when she reaches out to nowhere. Now I'll leave you with the promise I'll write later, a comment prompt of "Can babies see angels? (And if you want to answer this: Can you see angels?)", and the fact that I have NO clue WHY, but I've become aware that Virginia french fries (which are known as chips in some parts of Europe...for reasons I'll most likely never understand...) and potato chips (which I wonder if European people get confused with french fries when they're talking about them both together...I sure do, and I don't even call french fries chips!) are a LOT better here (in Virginia) than in any other place I've ever been! How weird is that? And how weird is it that people always say that there is no exception to the "i before e except after c, unless sounding like A as in neighbor or weigh" rule when they teach you to spell, but in fact, the word weird IS an exception! Maybe that's the reason behind its meaning...And "its" is supposedly the ONLY possesive word with no apostrophe, when actually the word "yours" is too! Man, I'm on a ROLL with this philosophical stuff tonight!

That Picture Looks Almost Nothing Like Me...

Hey everybody out there! I JUST put up that picture of me, and because today is my one selfish day a year, I'm going to ask anyone if they think it looks much like me. If you don't know me, tell me if you think that pic looks anything like a HUMAN, in general. I think the hair looks like me but the eyes are a little too Manga-style for my comfort. : )

And please, constructive comments only! I already know exactly how ugly i may or mayn't be in real life, so you do NOT need to tell me "make the pic uglier/more realistic". That will not help anyone's confidence. Especially mine. Which is already dwindling in a downward spiral to the point of no return. Oh, and please don't tell me it looks absolutely NOTHING like me, because the hair is definitely most of the way close to real life.

THE SECOND POST

i had a lot to say in this post, but it'll have to wait a few hours because i have some things that need to get done elsewhere around my house. hopefully no one reads until then!!!

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OK, here I am with still very little to say. But maybe I'll just bring this up...GLOBAL WARMING. Heard of it? Concerned about it? Know someone who's not? Well, if they (or you) aren't concerned, think about THIS:

Sure, this is NATURAL for the world to heat up and cool down. NO this is not entirely our fault. But why is the Earth--the only home we have, you know?--heating up 10 times MORE in the last half century than any age before geologically recorded time? (And geology has been able to record temperatures for...um...EVER. Seriously. We can LITERALLY travel to the beginning of our Earth's life through rocks. C'est tres cool, n'est pas?) So now, all I ask is--WHY aren't most people DOING something about this issue? 'Cuz as far as I know, all the in the world that's being made from raising gas prices will be USELESS when the Earth explodes and we are hurtling through space. Actually, our heads will explode within thirty seconds of our atmosphere's deterioration, so our headless bodies will float in the airless vortex that is all we'll have as a home once the Earth dies.

OK, maybe we won't EXPLODE, but I bet we'll implode or something else catastrophic and nerve-wracking. Comments? Questions? Info? Feel free to tell me about it!

First Of All...

Hey, you normal people who have found a site of great random fun! (aka HERE) I don't know how you got here, why, or what spirit is possessing you to force you to read this, but that's really not my business. I'm just here to say that--HEY! You found my blog, you're presumably reading it, and maybe you'd be kind enough to give some feedback? Right now I just want to know EXACTLY WHAT YOU ARE THINKING. Don't worry, just type whatever first comes  into your head--I won't judge. But I make no promises on those rabid hedgehogs. (See bottom-right corner poll for the joke about that!)

Anything you tell me could spark my imagination for another brilliant post! I WILL, of course, give you credit as I am not a plagiarist. (a plagiarizer, you know?) I am also not vegetarian anymore after about half a year...go figure. Don't be shy! Click that comment button! (or don't. your choice really.)