December 2009
*Noone over 40 read this*
I really can’t stand these adults commenting on all my fb activity. No, gramma, just because I post Smashing Pumpkins lyrics does not mean I’m depressed and suicidal, I just like the stupid song.
No Aunt Patti, I did not misquote a popular phrase, I changed it to fit the inside joke that my friends and I obviously have, thus the three “likes” Yes Mrs. A, I won’t...
So I’m going to blog about something that has absolutely nothing to do with my life right now.
I really don’t like it when people get all upset about the word hate. “You don’t hate meatloaf, you really dislike it!!!” Uhno. I hate meatloaf, just for the record. And I hate when people try to mask the word hate under a false, politically correct front of “intense...
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So here’s the thing. Every day, my dad finds something to comment on that he won’t shut up about for the rest of the day. This could range from his fondness for pepper, to something idiotic my brother said, to a pretty picture he saw. But whatever it is, he will not let it go for the whole day [if you’re lucky. Sometimes, like with the pepper example, he goes on for weeks.] ...
So I was watching 60 Minutes today, and they were talking about the drought and shortage of water in California.
It was your normal report, except with an Austrian accent thanks to the governor of course. But one of the main causes of the shortages was a two-inch fish.
Thanks to those great environmentalists out there, a judge passed a law to limit water pumps for irrigation in order to save a...
Pick any song by The Smiths.
That’s how I’m feeling right now.
Yknow, retainers really prepare you for the rest of your life. You may not think it, but they do.
Allow me to explain.
First off, they teach you to eat moderately. Would you really only have stopped at two of those double-fudge brownies if you didn’t have to shove that stupid thing back into your mouth? Of course not. The laziness that accompanies retainers has got to account for losing...
So, sometimes, I get this thought in my head. Sortof like, “I really wanna play this game I haven’t played in years.” or “I need to watch this movie I loved in third grade”.
Unfortunately, I have no idea where it is. But it gnaws at me and batters me until I give in and go on a rampage throughout the house, tearing up every little corner until I either pass out from...
“Leia: I don’t know where you get your delusions, laser brains. Chewie...”
– Star Wars Episode V The Empire Strikes Back
Ahmagosh, I almost forgot to blog!
How quickly we forget. tsk tsk.
So, being as completely unartistic as I am, and only able to use the left part of my brain, it is no surprise to anyone that I can’t wrap a present worth a d*mn.
That being said, it is an obvious personal attack towards me, that everyone else has used up all the gift bags, leaving me with only wrapping paper for my 15 [count ‘em] presents.
I was...
Here is a rule of House Etiquette (i.e. what you should do when living with other people in your house)
if you are bringing friends into your house, and at the time of your departure form the house one (1) or more people were still in their pajamas, it is safe to say that when you re-enter, they will still be in their pajamas.
therefore, it is polite and much less embarrassing to call ahead...
So Neopets Really Was Good For Something After All...
Ah! HTML! I haven’t seen anything like this in a billion years.
Luckily thanks to all that time wasted on Neopets from 3rd-10th grade, I have a general basic knowledge of the art. wheee-I’m-a-nerd. And such.
I mean, not to bash the general goodness of Neopets. There shall always be a fondness for it in my heart. But before long [actually its embarrassing how long it took me to...
I think life is like one of those Choose Your Own Adventure books, only you can’t cheat and keep a finger in the last page you were on in case the choice you pick gets you eaten by an alligator.
It makes me wonder what where those other choices go.
And how many of those choices there are each day.
And which ones will matter.
It also makes me worry which ones are the right ones to pick.
...
I just wanna blog!
Blog: where people can hold intellectual conversations without listening to anyone else.
No wonder so many people do it.
I used to blog. Back when Xanga was cool. Don’t look it up, it’s pretty embarrassing. I was in seventh grade.
Now I’m going to blog again! Isn’t this fun.
You don’t have to follow me, I’m not really going to follow any of you. I just...