Vomit Tally

As I have before, I get anxious.  Mainly before I have to give my speech.  Recently I have started throwing up as a result of my anxiety.  I am going to keep a sort of a tally.

The first time I threw up was at the first over night tournament.  I threw up once the night before and twice the next day.  It was terrifying.  Speaking in front of an audience that is judging you maliciously and writing the judgement down?  Now that is just evil.

Three times so far.

The second event of throwing up was when I was at the second over night tournament.  I threw up once the day before and once the day of, with a bought of dry heaving inbetween.  Having eaten breakfast before seven o'clock, around 1:30 nothing would come up.  I'm pretty thankful for that, but at the same time it was still... not fun.  After I ate lunch (and before my last round for that tournament) I threw up most of what I had eaten.

Alright, so that's five.


The UPS tournament (Friday the sixth and Saturday the seventh) was a bad one, at least when it came to my nerves.  I only threw up once but during my first round I shook quite terribly.


So far that makes six.

I apologize for this being my most recent post, however soon it will be hidden away (like Song of the Day).

Items Are Expensive

I am going to go to state for Speech and Debate... and I am going to place.  This has become my sole purpose in life.  To better score at tournaments, I must be more prepared.  I need to memorize my speech in its entirety.  An easel is needed to hold up my posters.  A bag-type thing to hold my posters in between rounds and the trip to and from tournaments is needed.  I found a wicked awesome bag to hold my posters, but it was about $60.  Before tax.  My parents will pay for half if the 40% coupon for the store works.  Alright, so about $20 for me to pay–awesome.  That's not too expensive (I say "too" because I have no job, therefor no way to get money).  An easel... Metal or wood?  Where the heck do I even find one?  Things really add up.

Memorizing my speech has been difficult for me; I love my speech, but I mix some things up.  I will think that I have repeated myself or omitted something entirely.  Oft I have not, but it is discouraging.  I love practicing, but when I practice with Erin, I get nervous.  I don't know why, and I can't really tell if I care at this point.  I flail too much and eye contact feels like the time Chandler just told Owen that he was adopted.  How will I survive this jungle?

Coffee is Black Nectar From Heaven

Having recently gotten an Xbox, I have been playing it as often as possible.  Last night I stayed up playing Gears of War 3 live until about 2:30.  Why?  Because I got to wave 36.  That is something that was previously inconceivable to be.  I was able to get to wave 19 with the groups I was in, but then we would all die.  I made it so far that I was planning on not sleeping at all that night.  I was more afraid of my parents catching me than doing horrible at school.  The only reason that I went to bed was because I lost connection with my group and decided to give in to my fears and paranoia.  I read some of the book about Robin Hood that I am reading for merriment and made a few paper cranes, which are another story entirely.



After enough coffee, I start to get jittery.  Having forgotten breakfast, this set in much sooner than I had anticipated.  Colin gave me half of his sandwich, though, (such a nice young man) and I wasn't too shaky.

I had a very large amount of coffee the following morning before school and during school.  I had my last caffeine shot before I did anything, and I need to buy some more soon.  So yes, I do believe that it was purely caffeine that was keeping me standing.  Thank God for caffeine or I would be a lifeless creature of stupidity during the aftermath of my late-night video game stints.

"The Shit Hath Hitteth The Fan...eth"

     Thanksgiving.  Yes, I am going to write about it. Sort of.  I had to rake the leaves the day before Thanksgiving and pick up the canine feces, but it was really windy… and I kept finding more piles of excrement that originated from my dog.  I raked about one third of the yard before I called it quits, filling the yard recycling bin about half way.  The next day, Thanksgiving, I had to finish the raking of leaves.  The windier it got, the worse it rained, the worse I could see things.  It was not light outside and there are about… let me count… twelve trees in my back yard.  Twelve.  I tried putting leaves in the recycling bin and I got dog shit on my hands and all up the side of my leg somehow.  The shit hath hitteth not the fan, but the wind.

There Is A Reason That I Am Only Doing Speech...

     Writing a case for my debate class is nearly impossible.  I am online only because I was looking for ideas for my case.  I am writing this now because I realized how long my case has to be.  And that's about three times the length that I have it at riiiiiight.... now.

    
This is what I did last night.  And for two classes today.  In the second class that I played it in, I got my all-time high score (which isn't very much, yes, I know).

This was taken during Principles of Technology; a class that I am ironically failing.  I had to talk to the teacher, though, and he wasn't there...  I needed to ask him what were doing and how to do it (I had missed that class on Friday and that is when he explained the project), so I (along with most of the class) played a video game, my video game of choice being the originally Soviet game.

P.S. I got to level 8.

What If Something Happened?

To you.  What if something amazing happened to you?  Something that is unexplainable?  Like a vision appearing to you, a great wonderful beast, wise beyond comprehension, came to you and told you how to handle things?  How to live to be a better person?

Today I decided that I would turn my grades around.  No more procrastinating.  Well, after this, that is...  I am almost finished with my two debate cases that gave me an F in a class.  When I turn them in, my grade will go up.  All that I have to do is write the damn thing.

Permanent Vacation on That Dreadful Website

http://www.facebook.com/Aerosmith.Permanent.Vacation

This is a page that I made on Facebook.  I am in need of assistance.  This page is not everything that I dreamed that it once would be.

Any idea, guys?

Chili I Do Not Like

I didn't title the post starting with the word 'I' this time!  No, instead that sentence has been Yoda-fied.  Every time my mother dearest makes chili, it always comes as a surprise to her that I don't like it.  Now, mind you, this happens every time.
Mum:  I made dinner, come eat!
Shelly: I I'm not really hungry, thanks though.
Mum:  I don't care, come eat.
Shelly:  Mum, I don't like chili, you know that.
Mum: What?!  You are way too picky.

     I am a vegetarian and now have a much better excuse for things like this.  There is always meat in the chili that she makes so I don't ever have to figure some way out of it.

Yes, I Totally Went There

    I am writing about something  that JUST happened to me.  Yes, it is not a good idea, but I feel that if I don't do it now that I never will.

    I had yet another Speech and Debate thing this weekend.  One of the highlights was that we got to stay in a hotel over night.  We also got to leave school early.  Excellent.  Most excellent.  I would rather sit at another school for hours (literally, and way more that five hours--way more) and be able to get out of school two hours early than go to a full day of school.

     I have this new nervous habit.  I have recently started to bite my lower lip when I get really nervous, which happened to be quite frequent this weekend.  Needless to say my lower lip is chapped beyond my healing abilities.  Unfortunately I am not a magician, wizard, warlock, witch, sub-human that heals quickly, or anything related to any of those.  I must endure this hardship with a smile on my face.  Hot damn that hurts.  Alright, maybe just a small grin.

     Amount of times that I threw up due to nerves:  three times.
     Amount of times that I threw up due to some other reason:  zero.

Once the night before and twice the day of my speech.  Man, I really blew that.  It was not very well presented.  One judge told me to not point to my poster and another told me to use it more.  Alright, eff the both of you.  I shall listen to Erin on this one.

     Amount of sleep the night before my speech: five hours of sleep.  After I had given my speech, along with everyone else in my bevy, excluding one girl who was doing debate (and quite well, evidently) went to a coffee joint.  I got a small black coffee and three shots of espresso on the side.  Wonderful, liquid meth, almost.  Gotta love it.  That's an Aerosmith song.  Did you know that?  Yeah, it came off of their 1993 album, Get A Grip.

This post is really long, isn't it?
After my coffee and espresso, I had another cup of black coffee.  Oh, but right before that, black tea.  I am so ready for sleep, but this conscious comatose state is something that is not experienced every day.  I think that I could have a bit more fun with this half-dead feeling.  I feel... quite odd.  Not bad, not good, just... different.  Things are a bit slow for me to feel.  I swear, I didn't really do meth.

   How to fix my nervous habits?  I say, my lower lip is not pleasant feeling at this moment, nor has it been all weekend.  And shifting my feet when I speak.  Also bad.

     Well, I hope this different style (and length) of post didn't bother anyone too much, or throw then off guard.  Stay alert!  Beware the lackluster life of perpetual hebetude!

CHECK OUT THE SONG OF THE DAY!

UPDATE:  Oh yeah, I also left my speech and poster at the school.  We got about ten, fifteen minutes down the road and I realized that.
Me: Hey, uh.. are we going to like.. um.. stop.. anywhere.. between here and the hotel?
(The hotel being more than two hours away)
Adult:  Why..?
Me:  Well... I was wondering if someone could... like.. bring me something.. if we stopepd.
Adult:  What did you forget?
Me:  Well, I kind of left me speech at the school...
Me:  And my poster...
(That was a very important part of my speech, mind you.)

In the end she turned around and I felt so incredibly guilty.  She didn't get any makeup.  All weekend.  My fault.  Oops..

A CD Has Been Made

I made Andrew a CD!  The purple thing is Gengar, Andrew's favourite Pokemon.

Love Today—Mika
Bang A Gong (Get It On)—T. Rex
You and Me—Alice Cooper
Sleeping Bag—ZZ Top
Magic Man—Heart
A Little Bit Me, a Little Bit You—the Monkees
(Don’t Fear) The Reaper—Blue Öyster Cult
Magic Touch—Aerosmith
You Can Do Magic—America
The Hop—Aerosmith
I Miss You—Alice Cooper
Nothing Better—The Postal Service
Nobody’s Fault—Aerosmith
Hey Stoopid—Alice Cooper
Hot Love—Twisted Sister
Jaded—Aerosmith
Such Great Heights—The Postal Service
How You Gonna See Me Now—Alice Cooper
Howlin’ For You—The Black Keys

It took a while because I kept adding Aerosmith songs for no apparent reason.

Competitions Are Not For The Weak-Minded

     I am in Speech and Debate—I going to state for my Aerosmith speech.  It is about eight minutes and ten seconds, give or take fifteen seconds.  It is eleven paragraphs long.  I need to get it memorized very soon.  I have a growing suspicion that the only reason that I got the state bid was because the other people doing their speeches that I was competing against had very short speeches.  Or they made very few connections between their sentences.  I have about four paragraphs completely memorized, which leaves a total of seven paragraphs not memorized.  I would look down and read a few sentences off of my “notes” (my entire speech on note-sized (ish) cards) and look up and say about twice that without looking.  I didn’t really point to my poster a lot, which I think may have helped to connect things.  Super nervous, hope I can memorize it within the time limit (eight minutes with 30 seconds grace)!

I get nervous, especially doing something like this.  I think I might throw up at the next event because of my nerves.

That's kind of... gross.

GweenBrick: Thomas Made a Video

GweenBrick: Thomas Made a Video

I love this blog. Hilarious fellow. Best video I've seen in quite a long time. I think that Allie's instructional video on how to put a jacket on just barely tops it. Great song, too.

I Donated Blood! Also, Too Many Posts Start With "I"

That's my left arm.  Not a very good picture but it gets the point across.  I am sore.  I am also very excited to donate again.  If it helps someone, wonderful.  Glad I could help.  My arm has a weird bump under the bruise in the centre of the bruise...  Concerned?  Never.  I will be posting my Halloween pumpkins soon.

In two days I have my first (and possibly only?) Speech and Debate speech.  It is an eight minute speech on Aerosmith.  Wonderful.  I love Aerosmith.

I CUT MYSELF: Warning! Pictures

On my bike.  I was less than half a block away from my house.  I had left to go to an elementary school to play on the field with my somewhat new soccer cleats and my ball.  Get a little practice in, get used to them, things like that.  Instead, I ended up at the hospital.

     I didn't think that I needed stitches, the cut was like two inches long.  Not a big deal.  It was about half of an inch deep.  Alright, cool, it's not really bleeding that bad.  My mother had a different idea.

I was riding my bike in the rain uphill.  My leg hit the gear shift (older bike, the gear shifters are within leg range) and my treadless, soaking wet shoes slipped.  I fell with my legs on either side of the top tube and coasted for about a yard.  I didn't feel hurt, but my leg felt like it had been scratched.  I decided that getting my bike off of the ground was more important that checking my leg out, so after I got my bike up I looked at my leg.

There are two of these bad boys on my bike.  The previous owner used them to keep the water bottle holder on.

I put the cut leg (my right leg) on the left pedal of my bike and coasted down to my house to tell my mom that I wasn't going to play soccer any more.  I had started shaking at that point and I could feel massive ammounts of adrenaline going through me.  When we got into the car to go to the hospital I really wanted water for some reason.. I drank some and things were starting to go dark.   I had not lost a lot of blood and I was not in pain.  No idea why I almost passed out a few times.

     Like I said, I was not in pain.  Not until I got injected with lidocaine.  That was the worst pain.  My doctor injected the area around my two cuts with it in multiple places and it burned.

It turned the area around my cuts white (as seen above).

I got four stitches on the outside and more that four on the inside of the cut.

I wasn't allowed to get it wet for 24 hours, so after that ammount of time I took a shower and took the bandage off.

There it is.  And that's what I did over the weekend.

Hyperbole and a Half, Allie Posted Again

     My heart fluttered and my stomache dropped when I saw that she posted again.  She made me really... aware.  Very sad.  Melancholia is such a sad thing.  I was so sad that she was sad.  She got herself out of it, though.  I am glad for that part, but not happy that she was in that state of mind to begin with.

Hyperbole and a Half: Adventures in Depression

Hyperbole and a Half: Adventures in Depression

I Got New Tools

       I got a set of wood carving knives.  I have been practicing using them on a rough piece of wood.  When I can use them well enough I am going to get some green alder and make the wedding "gift" that I have been planning for ages.  It has been drawn out and all that I needed was a small wood chisel.  A very wonderful man that I asked said that he did know of one I could borrow but he never got back to me.  I called again and left a message and he told me that he'd call me Monday (this was on a Friday or Saturday).  He called and he brought me not one wood carving device, but twelve.  He also told me that they were mine to keep.  Excellent, sir Rich, most excellent.  I haven't cut myself yet.  So far, so good.  I will post pictures when I get the green alder of my "project."

I Have Missed School

I came down with a cold-type illness over the weekend.  I had to miss two days of school and I have fallen terribly behind.  Oh, and my mother received a report card of mine while I was away... I have two F's, therefore I am grounded.  No electronic devices...
     Electronic device:  A device depending on the principles of electronics and using the manipulation of electron flow for its operation.  The free online dictionary gave me this definition.
  What is a computer if not an electronic device?
I also have my two Nintendo DS's, a Game Boy Color, the computers at school (although they are extremely monitored and have many sites blocked, I have found ways to read Rage comics and play Robot Unicorn Attack.  Excellent!  This is fantastic.  I have two boom boxes, my record player, three mp3 players (two iPods, one mp3 player that I won at a picnic), a CD player that is battery-operated and headphone-requiring, and two radios.
     I think she has given up actually taking things away, however she does enforce the rules when she sees me using said items.

     I feel badly that I am a disobedient child, but at the same time... it's awesome getting my stuff still... I have mixed emotions about this.

     Keep checking out the song of the day!

Youtube

I want to put a video on Youtube.  I have three subscribers and I feel that I have let them down.  I recently got subscribed to by a man who is an excellent guitar player.  He did so because I left a kind comment on a video of his and subscribed to him.

What to play....

A Guns n Roses song?
Hmmm, all that I can play right now is Sweet Child o Mine.  Sounds really lame without my effects peddal and it's a long song.  Mostly chords and a few awesome solos.


Siciliano!  It's about... thirty seconds and extremely simple.

Lord of the Rings Rage Comic

Alright, so this is a bit on the... shitty side.

The guy in the first and last box is Sauramon, by the way.  Couldn't really make white hair, soo... this is it.  It's really small but I can't make it larger at this point in time.

Check It Out

    I am running on a very small amount of sleep that I got this weekend.  I was doing an all-weekend youth group thing this weekend.  I got less than four hours of sleep the first night and, although much more than the first night, the second nights sleep was interrupted many times.  I slept in the living room and the front screen door kept making noises because of the wind all night long.  It was really fun, though.

     I wrote an essay-type thing for my English class.  The rough draft that was in pen took up one page front and back and one half of the front of another page.  When I typed it out, it only took up about half of a page.

     Needless to say, I was really pissed off.  Oh yeah, that's something that I have to do today.  All of my homework.  Not only is my brain working at one third of its capacity, I have to do all of my homework like this.  I feel like it's nine o'clock.  Maybe even closer to 10.  Lethargy to the extreme.
Check out the Song of the Day!

Soccer is Awesome...

...and I miss playing it.  I wish that I could play, everyone was so nice and I really liked it.  It was a lot better than doing... well, nothing.  Jenna was an awesome coach.  Well, I am assuming that she still is, I just haven't gotten the chance to play lately.  I hope I can still be involved somehow.

post script:  have I mentioned how much I do not like the word 'gotten?'

The Custodians Are Trying To Murder Everyone

    Part one
The second day of school was a wednesday.  The second class in my second day of school was a math class.  We, as a whole, although not including the teacher, not in two groups but one, were going to the library to get out text books.  On one of the higher steps I slipped, tripped, something, and fell down the stairs.  Unfortunately for me my head was hurting quite terribly and when I explained to my fourth period teacher, she made me go to the office.  I had to fill out a really bothersome form.  Oh, actually, it wasn’t me that had to fill out; it was a really annoying new nurse that filled the form out.  She kept asking me really dumb questions that would have taken so much less time for me to write out myself.  Address, home phone number, parents’ names, etc.  Then, she molested my scalp without any warning.  I said “What are you doing..”  She told me that she was a nurse so it was o.k.  It was not o.k.  I did not like that one bit, which is why I told her that.  She stopped, but the damage had been done.  I avoided the nurses office and I shall continue to do so.  She's so creepy...

UPDATE:
Part two
     My seventh period teacher (and one of my absolute favorite teachers) handed me a bandage strip when I asked to go to the office to get some ice for my head.  Oh, the things you will learn from him..  Hilarious teacher.  Really smart.  Also the knowledge bowl coach(?).  I am excited for it this year.

I Got New Coats

In Eastern Washington, which I loathe by the way, I found a wonderful store.  A store with a lof of the things that I like.  Jackets, for instance.  Old jackets.  I bought four jackets and an entire suit.  I also bought about a dozen scarves.  The store that I went to was the senior citizen thrift shop.  I met a gal there that seemed to be in her late forties or early fifties.  She gave me her number and told me to get ahold of her the next time I was in the area.  She is going to sell me wicked cool records for about a dollar apiece.  Bands like Credence Clearwater Revival and Fleetwood Mac.  I am so excited.

The Megalodon

     They are the coolest shark ever.  They're huge sharks that no longer roam the great oceans.  Thank goodness for that, I suppose.

The Megalodon had teeth that had a slant height of over 170 mm.

Those two teeth are great white teeth.  Those sharks are huge.  Can you even imagine how big this is?

These sharks are the biggest, most terrifying creatures that I've ever heard of.  They're wicked cool, though.

I Got New Shoes...

   ...but I don't know what to wear them with.  I thought they were pretty cool so I bought them.  Now, normally I wear Chucks, but I decided that I should try to be more of a "lady."


How the hell do I wear these?!


I wear these!  Anyways, I can walk in them good enough to pass off as a normal person, but I don't think I can wear them with any clothing that I own.  I'll figure that bit out later.  I'll buy something... or something...   Anyways, I am way taller in them.  Lets face it, I am not what you would call "altitudinous."  Converse don't help the situation.  The new shoes, however, are the foil to my Chucks.  I love my Chucks, I really do, I wear them all the time.  I would like to be able to see above the refrigerator just once in my life.  My head is way below the top.  It is way below anywhere near the top.  I wore the shoes in my sisters house.  I could see the top of the refrigerator.  It was awesome.

Google Adds

Google had an add.  An add to predict my baby.  I don't think that this add made me want to see what my child would look like with this add.  I pray to God that my child doesn't look like this.  I am going to hell for this.


Lets face it, we love babies.
Nobel-Prize-winning zoologist Konrad Lorenz proposed that it is the specific structure of the infant face, including a relatively large head and forehead, large & low-lying eyes and bulging cheek region, that serves to elicit these parental responses.  Bulging, but not obese.  "There's a widespread belief that fat is controllable," says Linda Bacon, author of a book about weight. "So then it's unlike a disability where you can have compassion; now you can blame the individual and attribute all kinds of mean qualities to them. Then consider the thinner people that are always watching what they eat carefully—fat people are symbols of what they can become if they weren't so virtuous."

     I'm not saying that I'm skinny (boy, that's be one big lie), but still...  Speaking of things that not everybody likes, my friend showed me a song that was really catchy and hilarious.  Then there was the music video.  I was speechless.  To see this video and find out what it is called, check out the song of the day!

Pokémon Theories. Bear With Me.

I am about 5'2" and out of the 150 first generation Pokemon (Bulbasaur-Mewtwo) only 32 Pokemon are taller than me.  In the episode 'The Flame Pokémon-athon' there was a Ponyta and it was bigger than Ash but a Ponyta is only 3'3" which would make Ash shorter than three feet tall.  Geodude's 5'3" but in the cartoon it is shorter than everyone else.

     In all of the episodes with Haunter, it looks smaller than Ash but it is really 5'3"!  Golbat's 5'3" as well but it is shorter than everyone.   Arbok from Team Rocket is 11'6" and it's longer (taller?)  than both Jessie and James. Lickitung is 3'11" Jessie and James have to bend over to push it (in an episode on television they were pushing it).  Weezing's 3'11" Victreebel's 5'7" and if you look real closely, you can see that James is a bit taller than it. And of course Meowth, he's 1'4", and he only goes up to about their knees.

  

     After thirteen years of training and battling with Pikachu, Ash should be able to kick anyone's ass.  Rock, fire, water, anything with Pikachu.  Pikachu has to be one of the strongest Pokemon (aside from all of the legendary Pokémon) in all of the Pokémon world. Pikachu got beat by a Snivy that had just been given to his new rival in a Pokémon Black and White episode.  It doesn't make any sense.

     

     Then there's the whole thing about Lt. Surge.  He mentioned there being a war that he almost lost his life in.  In the game, there are no middle-aged men (with the exception for gym leaders).  There are only young women, middle-aged women, old women, young boys, and old men.  The men were all killed in this war that Lt. Surge mentioned.  Can you imagine a war with Pokémon?  Charizards flying around, burning everything.  Haunters going through all of the defense's, Sandshrews digging underneath the fighting and popping up behind enemy line.  Behind your own defense.  It's more terrifying than nuclear war.

Late Night Sleeping Habbits--Also, The Sun Is Too Bright

     I have slept outside for two nights in a row, and tonight will make it three.  It is quite an adventure, really.  The first night I slept in a hammock and woke up a few times because it was inordinately cold and I kept tilting the hammock whenever I would make the slightest movement.  Last night I slept on some patio furniture cushions (my mother dearest required me to do so due to the moisture correlated with the morning (morning dew).  Oh, and a sleeping bag with my pillow.  The first night it took me over two hours to fall asleep but the second night it took me less than thirty minutes.  The sun woke me up at 7:23-ish (that is when I first checked the time)  and I thought that it was some form of deceit.  Then I thought that it was the eye of Sauron...   I was, as Foreigner sang, blinded by the light.

     I have another follower.  I am in awe of my followers.  They make me happy.  I say this out of love, not to scare you wonderful people away.  Just thought that I would mention how much I appreciate you all!

     Last night it ended up getting too warm and I had to take off my socks and get a drink of water.  I am hoping that tonight it is between the other two nights.

A Quick Reminder

   You guys gotta check out the Song of the Day.  It's there for a reason.  Just a little reminder!
 I got contacts a few weeks ago and I have been trying to wear them lately.  They get blurry the later in the day it is.  Right now I'm trying to watch soccer and the left contact is getting fuzzy.  I love having a follower, I really do.  Sorry if I'm being creepy about it, but I really love it.  It makes me so happy!  Oh, and Erin:  you better be reading this, because you said that you would check.  I hope you had a good vacation!
Who all is having a good week so far?  Tell me what the best part has been!

I Made Some Money This Week

    My aunts have a hair salon in town.  A guy that was directing a Starbucks-themed documentary about the town was shooting part of the documentary at that salon.  I came to watch.  What ended up happening was much, much more exciting.  I got to be in the documentary.  I had to wear a ridiculous red wig.  I was also wearing my Pokémon shirt, but I had to hold the coffee in front of Pikachu so that Starbucks didn't freak out about a brand being in the video.  I will be mailed an acting cheque.  I can say that I am a paid actor.  This is awesome.  I wonder how much money I made...

Lord of the Rings

    Let me start start out by saying tha tI have read all of the books and even some other books about Middle Earth.  I went to a Lord of the Rings movie marathon a while back.   It was on a saturday night and I had church in the morning.  I was at a wedding reception before it so I missed the first movie (just barely made it in for the credits).  I had purchased 6 concentrated shots of caffine inbetween the movie and the wedding reception, so that I wouldn't fall asleep.  I had three or four of the caffine shots during the two movies and didn't fall asleep.  The last movie didn't get over until around 6:00, 6:15.  I had church in four hours.  What to do what to do...  Walk home with no shoes on!  Excellent idea.  Just under a mile, no big deal.  Hmmm, then what?  Then I took a shower!  Awesome, I was awake still.  Then what to do?  Then I went on a two-mile jog.  In the rain.  With no shoes on.  Still.  I suppose I like not wearing shoes quite a bit, but that was a bit... silly...   I got home, watched the Benny Hill show for two hours and then went to church.  Didn't fall asleep until about 10:30 because me mum made me clean my room.

     Today I watched the Fellowship of the Ring (extended edition) and the Two Towers.  It was getting too late to start the last one (I have to be awake in less than seven hours).  And I love Elves.  Always have, always will.  Not really a big fan of Christmas elves or anything like that, they remind me of pixies, which are malicious creepy little buggers.  When I was a bit younger I tried taping my ears so that I appeared to be Elven, in the hopes that they would just stay like that if I kept the tape on them long enough.  Sadly enough that plan did not work out.

I Got A Kitten

I named her Alice.  After Alice Cooper, of course.  She is tiny and awesome.  One day after I had worn what I wore to soccer all day, I decided it was time to finally take my sweatpants and smelly shirt off.  As soon as I took off my shirt (I was sitting on my bed for some reason), the kitten decided that it was time to scale my back.  What the hell, cat?!  She ran up my back and left little bleeding HOLES in my back.  They came in pairs of two to four.

Le Kitty

The only time I can take a picture of her is when she is asleep.  She usually runs around and won't sit still long enough for a good picture, so I took what I could get.  My parents don't know that I named her after Alice Cooper.  They think it's from Alice in Wonderland.  What they don't know usually doesn't hurt them...

    I feed her dry cat food mixed with a little bit of hot water (that sits until it is absorbed a bit) and then some wet kitten food mixed.  She won't eat it unless you pick her up and put her right in front of it.

     She sleeps in my room, under my bed.  I can't wait for her get too big for underneath my bed..  I have to use a flashlight to find her, even though she's usually in the same spot.

     On a completely different note, having a follower has really boosted my morale.   Especially when he comments.  So, Konstantin, this one is for you!

p.s. I love the Lord of the Rings.

Hyperbole and a Half: Thing of the Day: Uterus. Rating: NOT AWESOME

Hyperbole and a Half: Thing of the Day: Uterus. Rating: NOT AWESOME

I love Allie and her blog. She has made me sad, lately. She has only written four posts this year since January and I have already read every single post. Now what do I do? She is one of my idols and now she is done writing a lot of posts. I'm even ordering an Alot shirt! I sound like a needy girlfriend... But in all seriousness, I really enjoy her posts. I love her old posts a lot. Her new ones, too. I'm sad that she hasn't written in months.

Merrie Melodies

Older cartoons are the best.  Seriously, if they did half of the stuff in newer cartoons that they did in, say for example, Tom and Jerry, they would get either sued or kicked off air.  In older cartoons they drank and smoked.  Bug Bunny would wear womens clothing!  The networks would freak out if they did that.
    Another thing is that the cartoons are a lot more strange now.  Chowder?  Weirdest show ever.  What is he?  And that guy that can't speak, again, what is he?  In the older cartoons, you knew whata you were dealing with.  They even had orchastras for the sound.

What the hell is that?

Obviously a cat and mouse.  Anyone could see that.

Unlike fine wine, not all things get better with age.  Music, cartoons, debt, and many more, all things that have gotten progressively worse as time has gone on.  At least we can still watch the old shows and listen to the good music.

I Promise I Don't Usually Post This Often

I just found out that I have a follower.  (Sadly) this is possibly one of the happiest moments of my life.  I have been writing for mainly my English teacher, Erin.  She is my biggest pan, or so she says.  Today, however, my life has changed.  Today I have a follower.  Excitment excitment.


This is the guitar that I want, mainly because it is a Les Paul and I love the way that they feel.  And I think that the wood is beautiful.  It's the Boneyard, the second of Joe Perry's two custom Les Pauls (that are sold).  There is also a Gibson Les Paul Classic that is owned by a man that I greatly admire.  He lets me play it and I absolutely adore it.  It look like this:

Aerosmith CDs and Vinyl

I gotta say, I love music.  Sixties, seventies, and eighties.  They are my favourite.  Aerosmith to be more specific.  The Stones come in a close second.  How about I show you all of the Aerosmith CDs that I have in chronological order.

1975

This is a very good album.  I love 'No More No More' aloing with many others off of that album.

1976

Again, excellent album, I think that I may like it more than Toys.  No, I'm not sure.  Close tie.  'Nobody's Fault' is a great song.  So is 'Rats in the Cellar' 'Sick as a Dog' 'Combination' and 'Lick and a Promise.'

1977

Good album, I like 'I Wanna Know Why' and 'Critical Mass.'  'Kings and Queens' is also a cool song.

1985

Gotta say I loved this album.  It was intended to be their comeback album, even though Permanent Vacation ended up being just that.  They were sober, no more cocaine (hence the title..).  I like 'The Reason a Dog' "Gypsy Boots' 'The Hop' and 'Darkness' the most out of the songs.

1987

Man, what can I say about this album?  Loved most of the songs on it.  'Permanent Vacation' is one of my favorite songs by them.  'Magic Touch' was also excellent.  I really enjoyed 'Simoriah' and  'Rag Doll' as well.

1989

Let's see... 'My Girl' 'Don't Get Mad Get Even' 'Hoodoo/Voodoo Medicine Man' (of course 'Janies Got a Gun,' Steven Tyler said that it was the hardest song he's ever had to write) and 'Monkey on my Back.'  I loved the entire album, really.  Same goes for all of them.

1993

Sadly this was the last Geffen album.  I can't even begin to list the songs off of this album that I loved.  'Flesh' is one of my favourites, though.  'Eat the Rich' was also one.  I thoroughly enjoyed just about every single song on this album.

1997

This album has an alternative cover.  I bought two copies of this CD so that I could get the original (the one above).

This is actually the alternative cover.  I really liked this CD.  Love too many songs to list.  'Taste of India' 'Pink' (of course) 'Crash' 'Full Circle' and many others.

2001

At this point Aerosmith is still doing very well.  'Jaded' is my favourite off of this album.  'Just Push Play' was (and still is) great too.

2005

Love Steven Tyler on the cover.  It is a two-disc greatest hits album.  I bought this while I was camping.  Well, during the camping trip.  I'm still not sure what's on his head..

1972-2006

A best-of album.  Loved 'Sedona Sunrise' and 'Devil's Got a New Disguise.' 'Mama Kin' is always a favourite of mine.

Now on to the vinyl.


1973

Their very first album, although this is not the first edition of it.  'Mama Kin' 'Dream on' 'Walkin' the Dog' (which was put on as 'Walkin' the Dig' on accident on the first edition) and 'Movin Out' were my favourites off of this album.

1975

Same goes for vinyl as with CDs.

1976

Again, same as with the CD.

1977

Need I repeat myself?

1979

Simply wonderful album.  I can't find it in any stores or on iTunes.  'No Surprise' 'Cheese Cake' 'Remember (Walkin' in the Sand)' and 'Mia' are the ones that I like the most.  A really good album that not many people that I talk to have heard of.

1982

Joe Perry had quit the band at this point.  Jimmy Crespo, who would later commit carreer suicide to bring Joe Perry back, was the lead guitarist for this album.  Haven't really listened to it much mainly because Joe Perry wasn't on it.

1985

Again with the CD.


So you see, I love Aerosmith.  They have great songs.  Wicked awesome.

How I Ruined The Night For At Least 70 Worms

It had rained and I had a flashlight.  Hello worms, here I come.  If you go out at night after it rained that day (unless it is in the winter, of course) with a flashlight, you will see worms.  They come out of their little worm holes and parade around (with their bodies sticking halfway out of the holes still) and go back into their holes faster than I could have ever imagined a worm moving when the light gets on them.

You see that?  That's two worms having sex.  Sex.  In my lawn!  I broke those little bastards up.  I'll be having none of that while I'm around!  One freaked out and the other was a little bit sad.  I shined the light on the sad one and it freaked out too. Good.  Serves them right.

Well anyways, I tramped around my back yard for a good fifteen minutes with that flash light.  They were pretty pissed at what I did.  Light?  Whoever's heard of such a blasphemous act.

Why Summer Is Moronic

    There is nothing to do.  I usually get into a lot of trouble.  My friend is moving.  Really, summer is against us.  It is not preparing us as students for the future in the 'adult' world.  Adults, unless of course they are teachers, do not get summers off.  They get vacations.  Not two months off of work, but perhaps two weeks.  Summer does not help to get prepared for future.
     Last night I went to my friends house and watched a movie with my other friend.  Before that, however, we went to the store to get something to eat.  One friend got a Monster, I got the other type, and the third person got nothing.  I also got a box of the Safeway brand of Egos.  I ate the entire box.  Frozen.  I ended up not finishing the Monster so I put it in my fridge over night and I am currently drinking it in the stead of coffee.

     Oh, I got a Kindle from my dad.  He told me that it was for passing geometry class.  I have If I Were King, The New England Primer (1777), Who Can be Happy and Free in Russia?, Decision Points, and Last of the Breed.  I am sure there is more, like the books that me mum put on her Kindle (most of the books on my Kindle were books that one of my parents put on theirs) but I am reading Last of the Breed and Who Can Be Happy and Free in Russia?.  The only books that I got from amazon.com are the one about Russia and If I Were King.  I heard about If I Were King from the book A Tree Grows in Brooklyn, a book that I read a few years ago. 

I have a blind kitty.  Her name is Lilly, but my sister and I call her Blind Kitty.

I Am Devistated

I love school.  I love the teachers that I had.  Three of them were my friends.  Or so I would like to imagine.  I liked them a lot more than most of the kids in my age group.  Well, I can pretend, can't I?  It's a lonely lonely world out there, and I think that they're really cool, alright?  Now quit focusing on my lack of friends and go be productive.  Just kidding.  Please keep reading about how I lack friends.  It keeps me motivated to write these posts.  Think about it:  if I had a social life, I probably wouldn't have a lot of time to write these!  Hmmm... what ever happened to Allie Brosh?  She seems to have gone missing.  Should we be worried?  Should we call a search party?  No.  Because she is a big girl now.  She wears big girl underwear.

You know what's cool?  Nordic mythology.  And vikings.  And this painting that I found down town.


Totally awesome.  I couldn't just leave it hanging on the side of what appeared to be a meth lab.  Oh no.  Not this baby.  I put it in the back of my friends car and we drove away.  We wandered around town (meaning we headed towards Skyline and went to the zip line park).  We were roamers of the night.  As Billy Squier said, "lonely is the night."  We went to her boat.  Watched the Pink Panther 2.  Chilled, you know the drill.  Then we drove past the hospital and saw that the sprinklers were on for the grass next to the sidewalk.  Oh dear...  My mother was concerned when I came home around 12:30am and was soaking wet. "(astonished and slightly livid expression)." "Oh, just a quick run through some sprinklers, no need to panic."  And then off to my room with my loot (my painting).

It was created in 1974-78.  It took four years, evidently.  Love it.  My mom didn't want me to keep it because it talked about Hamingja on the back and she was worried that that was what the painting was about.  Which it is, of course.  But it is awesome.  So I will keep it.