Meltdown Logic

Frustration

2010-11-22T13:25:00.000-08:00

TUNES: None

MOOD: Frustrated.

So, this Thanksgiving, I am to make the pies. Three Pumpkin and an Apple. I was going to start making them today, by making two pumpkins and delaying the third pumpkin and apple until tomorrow.

Until my Grandma started having a hissy fit. She was yelling and freaking out over the fact that they wouldn't keep in the fridge, and that they'd turn stale despite the fact that we've kept pies in there for roughly a week with no ill side effects. Despite what we explained to her, she kept yelling and screaming over how people won't want stale pies and how I need to make them on Wednesday. Houston, we have a problem. Making four pies takes a lot of time, and I only have a few hours to do things like bake after school. Not nearly enough time to make four pies considering the baking time of a Pumpkin pie is something like fifty minutes, not including the prep time and the time to make the dough.

I tell her (and here's the clean version. I added a few unladylike words here and there in the actual conversation) that if she wants the freaking pies made on Wednesday, then she can freaking make them!

She says "I WILL THEN." Although she hasn't made a pie for years, and up until this year it's been store bought.

We two have been having some baking disputes. Like just a few weeks ago:

Grandpa and I decided to get rid of some cake mix in the cupboard by baking them. So we decided to make an Angel's Food for Grandma and some triple chocolate for me and him. So I have the Angel's food all mixed up, and I put it in the pan (grandpa had went to the store for something) and was about to put it in the oven when Grandma came in wondering why I was making two cakes. Eventually she got over it, until she saw the oven rack's position.

"Ooh, that's much too low dear."

"It's fine, Grandma."

"Well, I baked cookies there and they came out burnt!"

"Grandma, Angel Food Cake is not a rack of cookies, and it's common sense not to bake cookies that low. They go on the middle shelf --"

While I was talking she had adjusted the rack.

"No! Put it back down! It's supposed to be down there!"

"No it's not! It burns down there, my cookies burnt down there!"

"That's where I ALWAYS put the Angel's Food Cake! It never burns! Just wait 'til Grandma gets home and he'll decide."

*Shutting Oven* "He'll just say I'm right."

*Front Door opens*

*I run over to the stairs* "Grandpa, when making Angel's Food, do you put the rack on the lowest rest or just above that one?"

"The lowest one. It should say that on the box."

"I TOLD you."

"BUT IT WILL BURN, EDDY. MY COOKIES BURNT DOWN THERE--"

"COOKIES DON'T GO ON THE BOTTOM RACK. ANGEL'S FOOD DOES."

"IF YOU WANT IT BURNT THEN FINE. I WON'T BE EATING A PIECE OF IT THOUGH."

Next few days? I didn't touch the cake, Grandpa didn't touch the cake, but the day after next the whole thing was gone, piece by piece. She ate the entire cake, and it didn't burn in the slightest. She just does this sometimes, and it gets very frustrating. Grandma, you haven't baked in years. Trust me. I've been using this kitchen for years, too.

I think she may be thinking that I'm overtaking her place as fancy baker of the house. I kind of am, but she gave it up years ago, and I've just recently felt ready to step up to the pedestal. She needs to realize that this is my third time baking pies, and even then, I usually only do one at a time, let alone two or four! I can't do four!

I'll be spending the rest of the afternoon with Mom. I just can NOT deal with the rest of the day here, with her in that kind of mood.

'Tis Better

2010-11-16T19:15:00.000-08:00

TUNES: True Love - Razia's Shadow, Forgive Durden

MOOD: Contemplative.

This post goes out to Dezzy over at Rock The Exist(e)ance. She's going through boy troubles something fierce. Though, as they say,

"'Tis Better to Have Loved and Lost, Than to Not Have Loved at All."

~ Alfred Lord Tennyson

For those not in the know, I fall into the latter category. All of my gal pals have had a boyfriend or at least have some little sparks/chemistry going on with someone. I have nothing.

FOREVER. ALOOONE.

I mean, I have Tim, but he's more like a brother despite what people may think. I mean, a relationship between us just wouldn't work. I mean, think if we had like, a kid. Oh, dude. I just had an idea-thingy:

TIM: It's your turn to change the baby.

MAC: It's YOUR turn to change the freakin baby!

TIM: I'll do it if you can answer me these questions three!

MAC: I'm up for the challenge.

TIM: WHAT . . . is your favorite color?

MAC: Purple.

TIM: WHAT . . . is your favorite soda?

MAC: Root beer.

TIM: WHAT . . . is this? *Points to a large black circle on a screen*

MAC: *Sigh* A Jigglypuff, viewed from above.

TIM: . . . *grumble* Fine, I'll change the baby.

BABY: Goo . . .

MAC: You need to stop making these questions so easy.

TIM: Here's one: WHAT . . . is the square root of a Jigglypuff viewed from above?

MAC: An Igglybuff viewed from the left side.

TIM: . . . You're good.

MAC: DEAL WITH IT.

The end.

This is why a relationship wouldn't work.

TIM: WHY . . . wouldn't a relationship work between us?

MAC: A Jigglypuff viewed from above. That's why.

Besides, I don't want ginger babies. Also, I can more easily imagine myself beating Tim rather than kissing him, unless it was for stage purposes. Then I may be able to work with it.

Though I do not have a sweetheart with winter fast approaching, and with the yearly Formal dance next month (and Knowledge Bowl -- WOOHOO), I do have my eyes on a boy or two. Though I barely see one (the one boy I've mentioned in a million posts before this one) and the other one is quite shy. I mean, at this point, my sister had dated the same guy twice, and was fast approaching her third relationship with a second guy.

Sometimes I get why guys don't seem to like me. I mean, I'm awkward, and I can be loud, and I argue, and I can be annoying.

I need to work on my paper now.

KTHXBAI.

A Little Random

2010-11-10T20:12:00.000-08:00

Tunes: The Summer Set

Mood: :|

So, my voice is killing me, but that doesn't stop me from laughing outrageously at stuff on tumblr. Such as Ganondorf getting hugged by Link and Zelda, and two Pokemon having an argument in traffic about who gets to drive. "Dialga, I want to drive. Why don't you let me drive?" "Because you don't have your license." "Well, at least I have arms." "At least I don't look like--"

Let's stop it there. It get's a little awkward from there on out, but it's also really hilarious. I'll post a link for those who want to see it at the end.

Also, I just thought of a line from my imaginary fanfic in my head that I don't really want to write out because I have yet to finish a fanfic.

"You can't just eat a three pound Gummi-Worm and consider it a meal."

"Yes I can. DEAL WITH IT."

Here's the link to the Pokecomic.

That's all, folks!

Halloween, A Good Day, and Hat-A-Palooza!

2010-11-09T20:17:00.000-08:00

Tunes: Sleep - Eric Whitacre

Mood: Jubilant

I'm so sorry I missed Halloween! But between Katie's Party and taking Meg and Dyl trick or treating, I had almost no time for a post! So, here's a late one:

HAPPY HALLOWEEN!

and, because I am the coolest dude:

HAPPY DAY OF THE DEAD!

So, I actually -- for a change of pace -- had a good day today. A little uneventful, and sometimes, I wanted to yell at people, but an enjoyable day nonetheless. Though, it might have been helped by the fact that, in the middle of band, this guy I know, Alex (not Ben's brother. It's confusing because they sit next to each other and play the same instrument) randomly turned around and said, "Smile, Mac!" So, I did.

I think smiling helps make a day better.

Oh, and also, this day is additionally awesome because of . . .

The fact that I finished my Adventure Time hat! I made a hat like Finn's from Adventure Time with Finn and Jake! Here's a picture of him:

His hat is Algebraic. Am I right or am I right? Or, wait, is it even a hat? I don't think we ever see him without it, so maybe it's his hair or something. In the original little short, it looks more obviously like a hat, but now, it's like an extension of his head.

Whoa, that sounded weird.

So, I made this freaking hat, and this is my second big project on the sewing machine (I'll talk about my first -- and equally awesome one later) so, I took it up to my grandma (who is the owner of the sewing machine I'm using) to show it to her (and I was feeling a little self conscious about it, because the sewing in the back is a little wonky) and she didn't believe that I made it. She says, "Well, I just don't believe you made this! It's such good work and I . . . I just can't believe my little girl made this!" This wasn't her being buttery to me -- if there is criticism to be offered up, she will be the first to dish it out.

Right after that, she put it on.

Adorable. If I'd had my cellphone, I'd have taken a picture, but it was downstairs! OH TEH NOES. But I'll get her in it again, and I'll take a picture. It will be made of cute.

Oh, my first sewing machine project? It was my Halloween costume. I was Link, from Legend of Zelda: Ocarina of Time. It was pretty rad, but I didn't . . . wait, Katie took at least one picture of me. When she uploads it, I'll put it on here ASAP.

I think that just about wraps this post up.

See ya, everyone!

A Problem Shared

2010-10-28T22:39:00.000-07:00

Some people say that a problem shared is a problem halved. In some cases this doesn't work, but in others, it works wonders to get a little bit of a load off of your shoulders.

In reality though, it's more like a problem shared is a problem divided. It's probably not half, or even a quarter, but I'm glad to get something like a twentieth of my geometry problem off of my shoulders. And I'll be getting a big ol' chunk of band off of my shoulders with a little help from Lovely Linda, my band director. And probably some Geometry with that, too, because Linda is amazing and will also help me with these tough things.

I'm out.

OH SNAP I TOTALLY FORGOT:

KATIE'S QUOTES OF THE WEEK:

"People must think we're weird, just dancing in the corner!"

"And then the Goblins will be in the background dancing like this: *dances*"

"RADIATION . . *techno sounds* . . RADIATION . . *techno sounds* . ."

Aaaand, here's one from E-Saur, who plays Wall, and who enjoys molesting people at every opportunity possible.

Me: Why don't you ever molest Tim? *points to Tim*

E: Honestly, I just don't like gingers. Not that I have anything against you--

Tim: *Covers self with hoodie and fake sobs* Nobody loves meeeeee!!!!! *Huddles in corner*

sigh

2010-10-24T22:05:00.000-07:00

I frustrate myself sometimes. Like just a little while ago.

I was trying to catch up on Geometry homework, and . . .

This is hard to put into words. Let's just skip to the part where I'm mad at myself and almost crying. I realized that I'm stuck in an infinite math loop.

I have appointments. I miss class. I don't get notes from said class. I am unable to do any work that has to do with that subject. I fall behind. I have appointments.

Right now is NOT the time for this to be happening. I'm sick, I'm missing school, I have too many medical problems, and I CANNOT be failing. Biology I can handle. Math I can not. This all gives me a headache and makes me just want to have a mental breakdown for five minutes and after that, everything will go back to normal.

That's not going to happen. I don't want to bring Mr. P into my stupid personal problems (even though I have enough of them to share . . .) because I'm afraid he would think differently of me, or -- even worse -- not be able to do anything to work with me about this.

You know that feeling when you're playing a game of chess, and your opponent has your last piece cornered and it finally hits you -- you have no place to go? There is no way out of this situation -- game over. You lose. You know that feeling? Try thinking about how that would feel in real life. It makes you tear up. It makes your head hurt, and your stomach knot, and a feeling of dread comes over you, like a horrible, dense, black cloud above your head, and you're just waiting for the lightning to strike to make things worse.

I don't think I'll be sleeping very well tonight. Not with this weighing on my shoulders, like the sky upon Atlas's.

After how many years of horrible stress, insomnia, and a bunch of other crap, I think it all just crashed into me. It's making me physically nauseous. I don't feel physically up to doing anything. I don't feel like I can even sleep right now.

Why can't I just have a normal day? Where there isn't anything due, and I'm not busy with some deadline or some project, and there's nothing important going on, no emergencies to wake me up in the morning or at night, nothing to worry about, nothing to do at all. No stupid computer to stress over, no lines to memorize, to upcoming medical tests to tense me up, no sickness to hold me back, nothing breaking, nothing going wrong, I just want everything to go perfectly smoothly for ONE DAY.

My sickness seems to be the cause of so much stress, among other things. Right now, I feel a little faint.

I'm a slave to my sickness. I don't want to be. I want to be free from this.

I'm sick of being sick. I want to march (OK, drive. Whatever) to my doctor and ask him to just do whatever on earth would be required to find out what's wrong with me and what will cure me.

I feel like I have no conscious control over what my body feels. No matter what I do, it just does it's own thing.

I just want to crawl into bed and sleep until I'm an adult when I won't have to deal with all this teenage crap.

I'm going to try and get some sleep.

Cakey Confirm (No-serious post)

2010-10-21T11:37:00.000-07:00

So, I'm going through Confirmation at my church. It takes two years for us Catholics, but it's really quick for other religions (for some reason). So I've been thinking about who my Saint should be (I'm thinking St Dymphna or St Elizabeth of Hungary -- they're the patrons of mental illness and bakers, respectively) and who should be my sponsor (Mrs. Rossow -- we're tight) and about service hours (I have to do a crap ton of community service. As if I don't do a ton already. Twenty hours or something, but Sue expects me -- and only me -- to do a lot more. I actually have no problem with that). But then, something came along. I saw something, and now I know exactly what the light is at the end of the tunnel (of confirmation, that is). I probably get a cake when I'm done. And what will it look like? That, my friends, is the image I saw. On CakeWrecks.

Behold.

THIS:

Geekyness, cake, Jesus, it just all rolls up into my nerdy Catholicness. Yes. I want this cake for confirmation achievement (or confirmation get, if you prefer).

I thought this would be a good follow up to my serious post. I hope it is.

Serious post is Serious

2010-10-11T20:35:00.001-07:00

TUNES: My Chemical Romance, Welcome to the Black Parade

MOOD: Contemplative.

I think I'll apologize up front for a very, very serious post. So, sorry (your mileage may vary).

So, we've recently been reading a book about the Vietnam War by a Minnesotan author named Tim O'Brien.

It's kind of strange to say, but it's made me think about real life more than most books I've read have. More than '1984' and 'Fahrenheit 451' and 'Animal Farm.' I mean, it made me think about myself, and how I apply to life.

One of the questions Mr. Szoka asked us one morning (I have English Honors in the morning) was if we would hop the border (to Canada, obviously) or go to war if we were drafted. It was about fifty-fifty.

I was one of the people who would have fled. I would never participate in a pointless war. Or any war. This decision came both with just personal opinion, and intimate knowledge that, when exposed to the right elements, any decent human being can become a monster.

"Battle not with Monsters, lest ye become a Monster, and if you gaze into the Abyss, the Abyss gazes also into you."

- Friedrich Nietzsche

Friedrich Nietzsche, everyone.

Then, there are the obvious reasons that I WOULDN'T get drafted. Y'know, the main one being that I'm female (at the moment, that's the big one), to top that one off, I have flat feet, am a pacifist, and have about eight trillion medical problems. I don't think any military branch would touch me -- let alone the U.S. Army.

Branching back on to the 'what would I do' thing, here was Tim's response to why he would STAY:

"You owe it to your country, they provide you . . . blah blah blah . . ."

I don't pay taxes. I owe the government nothing until I start paying them and then getting a tax return. Gimme some free higher education and lower poverty rates and I'll think about it. Maybe.

It's a free country for a reason. I can have my opinion that the Government shouldn't be doing something, and if I'm against it (like I am with the pledge of allegiance), I shouldn't have to do it (which I don't).

(Liberty and Justice for all my butt. Women and homosexuals are still pretty much getting the shaft.)

(This could have been prevented if the founding fathers had had a sassy gay friend.)

I seriously have not willingly said the Pledge of Allegiance since seventh grade. Four years. And people still ask me 'WHY?'

I think I'm going to end now because my train of thought has wandered back to it's usual path -- which is cupcakes.

2010-09-26T14:17:00.000-07:00

TUNES: Another Day - RENT

MOOD: Whimsical/Cupcakey

This is my Bearded Dragon, Clarence. He's much bigger now, in fact, he's a year older than this picture! This was taken on my birthday last year! He's getting a little tubby now (don't tell him that, though!), and he likes to run around and lick things, such as my little step brother's back pack, and my pants, and the floor, and shoes. He also enjoys scaring my sister, because she doesn't like him all that much. My mom once accidentally tried to nudge him away from her with her foot, and he accidentally did a barrel roll.

He likes to eat crickets, and meal worms, and veggies. He has blue sand in his little habitat/kinda terrarium. If you surprise him, or he gets mad, or if he's 'hunting' crickets, he'll puff up his 'beard,' hence the name 'Bearded Dragon.'

Now, here's the real blog post -- all that was so you could learn a little more about Clarence.

So, the other day (or maybe last night -- I can't remember) I had a dream. Can't remember much of it, but what I do remember . . . is this:

Clarence was a giant Bearded Dragon. Like, the size of a St. Bernard. And he would follow me, and jump up on me, and lick me, kinda like a dog. He was still kinda lazy, and I had to coerce him into doing anything, but after I talked to him, he was all for having some fun and following me around and adventuring.

For those of you who have read the 'Percy Jackson' series, he kinda reminded me of Mrs. O'Leary, a giant Hellhound.

I just thought I'd share all that.

:|

2010-09-22T20:27:00.001-07:00

MOOD: Contemplative/ Like a teenager.

TUNES: Razia's Shadow: A Musical, Forgive Durden.

So, I was in band today practicing the Homecoming routine while the National Guard was there with a rock climbing wall and crap. I was a little miffed to be walking back and forth across the football field eight million times because the flags are confused (French horn players. Bah!). So I was standing next to Greg (Tuba) and all of a sudden he's like, "IS THAT (insert my crush's last name here)?!" So of course I look, and he's up on the rock climbing wall looking amazing on the most difficult side of the wall. Purple semi-skinny jeans, open plaid shirt . . . I should probably stop talking before I get carried away.

But I just kept staring at him. I thought he smiled at me once, but he was talking to one of the flags. So I just kind of just looked away awkwardly and felt stupid.

I don't have any classes with him this year. Last year, second semester, we had all but Spanish/German and English together. And technically band, but that was only 50% of the time, due to Band and Choir being during the same hour, every other day.

I don't know why he's not in Choir this year. He auditioned, and I'm pretty sure he got in.

I don't know why he hasn't talked to me at all this year. I mean, I see him every morning before the bell rings, and our lockers are right by each other. I'd say 'Hello' or something, but I'm afraid it'd come out wrong somehow. Like I said 'GOPHER' instead of 'GO FOR' once in front of him because I got nervous. We were auditioning (I didn't get anything. He did) for a few solos for last year's medley and he came up to me after one of them (we did all of them in a row) and said 'You did great on that last one, so I think I'll stand by you.' And I was trying to say 'Go for it,' in a casual, nonchalant way, and it came out too fast, so I said 'gopherit' instead. So then I had to ramble on a little about how I mean go FOR it, and not GOPHER it, and it was just really awkward, but he smiled a bit at me looking so flustered. He has a lovely singing voice, too. I mean, we could probably harmonize pretty nicely. He's a Bass (and at that point) I was a Soprano, so that might've worked out in a cool way. Now that I'm an Alto this year, and we sound really cool with the Bass's, so that would've been cool.

Though he was dumped by HER mid year last year. Who would dump him except for some stupid . . . (there are no words appropriate for this blog that I can say here). I mean, he's really nice, and has a sense of humor, and likes music, and can sing well, and he's smart. Though I normally go for the Scandinavian (Blonde and Blue) type, he's a bit of a deviation, I guess, with his dark hair and eyes, not insanely pale, with a bit of color to his skin.

My stomach's kind of fluttering around.

I'm sorry I'm being so Lovey-Dovey right now. I'm pretty sure this is what Shakespeare does to me. Happened when we read 'Romeo and Juliet' last year, too, and since we're doing 'A Midsummer Night's Dream,' I guess it's happening again. I don't know why Shakespeare does this to me. I think he's doing it on purpose, so he can break me down so he can come to the future and steal my words.* Oh Shakespeare, you skamp, you!

I still find this 'Luff' feeling weird and unwelcome.

And, on the subject of Luff and Shakespeare, I find Midsummer superior to Romeo and Juliet in terms of how love works. I mean, yeah, they use magic flowers to make (the wrong) people fall in love with each other (on accident. Oberron just wanted to help -- it's Puck who's like, retarded or something. Except for with Titania, where I guess he was just being kind of a jerk).

Stupid confusing things.

*Backstory to that: Once, Bekkah was reading 'Twelfth Night' and found the word 'Fantastical' in it. She thought I'd made the word up when I said it. So did I. We therefore hypothesized that Shakespeare (being awesome) invented a time machine and comes to the future to steal my words. It just hasn't happened. Yet.

New/ Kind of made my day.

2010-09-10T19:50:00.001-07:00

MOOD: Sick.

TUNES: REPO! The Genetic Opera.

Hey, look! Robots! I decided to change my layout to include robots. Hope you like it!

So, today, I was at the clinic for my ortho appointment, and also I was getting a throat culture because I felt like crap and my throat hurts. Suddenly, while waiting to be called back for my stupid throat culture . . . a pizza hut guy walked in. With a pizza. He went to the other side of the clinic . . . dropped the pizza off, and left. Why? Just . . . why?! Who ordered pizza at the freaking hospital?

This was just a major 'LOLWUT' moment.

Oh, and as for the throat culture, I don't have strep, but the do a little follow up thing where they like, let it grow in a petri dish or something. If it's still not strep, or is strep, they'll call.

I hate always being sick. It's so stupid, and annoying, and I wish I was healthy all the time. Though that'd be kind of boring.

Lies lies lies!

2010-09-01T21:21:00.000-07:00

MOOD: There are a couple going on here. Gimme a minute, the post says it all.

TUNES:

Y'know what I don't like? When people say stuff like THIS:

When THEY "say stuff behind their back instead of just saying it to 'there' face!"

Would you like a side of EPIC with that FAIL?

How many fails do we have here?

1. Improper grammar.

2. Hypocrisy.

3. Improper capitalization.

4. Lots. And lots. Of improper spelling.

5. LIES! SELF SLANDER!

I counted five. Well, she herself is a fail, so let's just call it six. Y'know what?

I dislike people like you. We're freaking out about immigrants not speaking English when we can barely speak it ourselves! It's annoying and hypocritical and kind of xenophobic.

180 Quotes

2010-08-27T22:40:00.000-07:00

Mood: Optimistic

Tunes: Point of Extinction - Motion City Soundtrack

Good news, everyone! I've got a new project! I call it:

180 Quotes!

I've decided that for every day of the school year, I am going to have a quote! I'll find 180 quotes online, print them out, and put them in a jar -- I'll take one out every morning and carry it with me through the day, and at the end of the day, I'll tape it up in my locker.

I think it'd be a good idea to have a little tidbit in the morning to get me through the day, especially if I'm feeling a bad day coming on -- and it'll motivate me to actually come to school every single day so I can get my daily quote.

It won't be labelled as 'THIS IS FOR DAY 1' or something -- they'll just be random. And if any coincidences happen, well, that'll just make for more awesome.

And now, I just need to find 175 more quotes.

Pip pip, cheery-o, y'all!

A WIZARD HAS TURNED YOU INTO A MUDKIP . . .

2010-08-15T16:50:00.000-07:00

MOOD: Optimistic

TUNES: Nice Guys Finish Last - Cobra Starship

In recent news, for Tim's birthday, I spammed his facebook wall with pictures of Mudkips, because he hates them for some reason. How can you hate mudkips? They're adorable!

Tentaquil. It's a fake pokemon created by someone on 4Chan. It's awesome. It's signature move is 'Puke Blood.'

One of my favorite xkcd comics. I have a feeling that this will eventually happen when I have an apartment or place of my own.

UNICORNS!!! :D

Hey, look! I'm a Pokemon!

I love this quote -- whoever it's from. It embodies what everyone's mindset should be about themselves.

So, tomorrow, I'm finally getting my PERMIT. I passed the stupid test on Friday, and tomorrow, I'm doing the vision test and getting my picture taken and crap.

AND THEN I CAN DRIIIIIIIIVE.

Started a new chapter of my fanfic last night, and I read a bit of 'Gregor the Overlander.' Actually, re-read. The entire series is just awesome. I'm re-reading a lot of stuff lately. In fact, I'm also re reading 'A Great and Terrible Beauty.'

I think you guys may or may not be sick of my ranting, so I'll go for now.

EXCEPT!!

I forgot, but I looked at my schedule last night via the stupid school website which isn't very functional.

I got into every single class that I wanted to! I think this may or may not be the very first year where I don't have to go in and re-do my schedule.

Oh, in other news, I'm playing Legend of Zelda: Ocarina of Time. ON NINTENDO 64, Y'ALL.

That is all.

Probably one of the most random posts I will ever make.

2010-07-30T18:49:00.000-07:00

Pokemon fans! Does this remind you of anything?

It should, because it's . . .

BIDOOF! THE DERP-TYPE POKEMON!

This's Gaston from Beauty and the Beast, reading Breaking Dawn and being all like, WHAT IS THIS, LOL WUT?

This is me when I wake up in the morning (hair and all):

This is pedobear Edward Cullen.

(NOTE: Hey, I just noticed that the pic isn't working the way it should, so click on it to get the full affect, 'kay?! Thank you! - JD)

I recently started Driver's Ed and have been busy with learning about things like traffic cones (and their offspring, mini-traffic cones).

School will start up soon, I have Warped Tour on Sunday, I get my Learner's Permit week after next . . . man, I have a bit of a busy summer! But then again, before Driver's Ed, I was bored to tears, especially when my Pokemon game crashed. D:

But now, I'm having issues finding time to write! Both my fanfiction and my blog posts here have been dwindling since a little before this week (actually, my fanfiction I've been having issues with for a while. Fortunately, I got a chapter up yesterday).

OH HEY! My birthday is coming up!!

On a much less awesome note, Tim's birthday is tomorrow.

BUT MY BIRTHDAY IS NEXT FRIDAY! WOO HOO!

I'm very excited.

Oh! Also, today, we pre-filled out our course completion cards (blue cards) in Driver's Ed . . . not very exciting? It is when one guy messes up twice, and eventually has to resort to the instructor filling out his Blue Card. The first time, he put his name under 'Location.' The second time, he messed up his name.

Jeez, I don't think this kid should be driving if he can't fill out a Blue Card. And to top it all off, he's a jerk, so . . . yeah.

That's really all I have for you this time 'round.

Oh, you noticed my lack of 'Tunes' and 'Mood?' Well, I don't have 'Tunes' up because my computer refuses to believe that my speakers exist. 'Audio Device? What Audio Device?' And I thought that 'Mood' would be lonely up there by itself.

That's it.

Six Billion Secrets

2010-07-15T18:54:00.000-07:00

http://www.sixbillionsecrets.com/view/Love/108274

No, that's not my secret, but I feel so bad for this kid. I know how it feels, and it's horrible.

Fortunately, I've known since I was about 11. It's a frightening thing -- especially in their situation, where they haven't told their parents.

Just makes me sad, Y'know?

Razia's Shadow

2010-07-14T21:49:00.000-07:00

Tunes: Toba the Tura - Forgive Durden, Razia's Shadow: A Musical

Mood: Tired, the frustrated, then good, then good, then good, and now, bad.

Everyone knows that relationships -- family, friends, lovers -- involve taking and giving on both parts. It's a basic understanding that some people somehow fail to understand. Some people do a lot of taking and very little giving. Some great people, contrary wise, do a lot of giving and very little taking. These people are like load stones, or keystones in the middle of an arch. Without them, that entire relationship would collapse, like an arch with no keystone.

A relationship kind of like that happens between me and my sister. She does some giving, but mostly takes. I don't take much and I give a lot.

I'm a loadbearer. I've known that for a while. You come to me with your problems and I'll sympathize and try to help with what I can.

But with my sister, she sees it as me the taking and her doing all the giving.

Who's sitting around not doing anything while Mackenzie looks for a flash drive?

Who asks Mackenzie to get her a needlenose pliers when she can easily get them herself?

Who thinks that she's superior in every way to me?

Who refuses to treat me like an adult? . . . when I'm treated like an adult probably 80% of the time?

I'm getting sick of doing all the giving in this relationship. It's not how a relationship should be. It should be an even balance on both sides.

I feel like Arima in Razia's Shadow. He was one of the two most gifted of The Scientist's (God's) Seraphs (angels), and he proved to The Scientist his gifts, but was brushed off, with no recognition. He made the lamps to show everyone his gift. Still no compensation or recognition. The Spider tells him 'You have a special gift, but they still treat you like you're a kid. It must feel so bad with a knife in your back.' The Spider convinces Arima to destroy the lamps in a spectacular display of his fury towards The Scientist. Arima, in his rage, destroys the lamps and sets The Scientist's creation (their world) ablaze.

Arima's intentions were good -- he wanted to change the world, impress The Scientist and Nidria (The other most gifted Seraph, and the girl he's in love with). All he wanted to do was good, and all he wanted was recognition. He didn't get it, and The Spider corrupted him.

Arima's world burns, and The Scientist and Nidria and the rest of the Seraphs go to another creation, and erected a wall between them. Arima's punishment was he was to stay on the Dark side forever. A prophecy was made by the Oracle that someone would reunite the Dark and the Light.

100 years later, on the Dark side, we have two boys -- Pallas, the heir, and Adakaias, the youngest. Adakaias dreams of another, better world. Everyone tells him he's stupid for thinking this, that he should be more like his brother. He feels the urge within him to escape the dark may be the prophecy. He remembers all the tales he heard as a child of the prophecy and Arima's story. Everyone's ashamed in him for being 'foolish,' his own brother claiming his is 'Naive and starry-eyed,' and that 'the Dark has been your home,' even threatening to hunt him down and kill him if he leaves the Dark.

Adakaias tells his brother that he can't help this feeling in his heart telling him to run -- that he, Pallas, was meant to rule the dark and that 'I was meant to see the sun!'

In the end, Adakaias leaves the Dark, tired of fiction, for the city of Light. He was disguised as a citizen, and once he got there, he was saying that he should have left earlier, and his hope was peaked -- that he was right. Then . . . he fell for someone, Princess Anhura -- who, much like Adakaias, spent much of her life dreaming of a different life.

I won't spoil the rest for you, because it's actually really weird to explain the last of it. Besides, I think it's better to get the story from the music than anything.

PAINTING WITH ALEXANDER SKARSGARD.

2010-07-03T17:12:00.000-07:00

I'm bored, so I'm going to MS Paint the crap out of a picture of Alexander Skarsgard. I'm probably going to just give him a horrible looking mustache and make him all 'SHOOP DA WHOOP I'MMA FIRIN MA LAZOR.' This might become a feature: MS PAINT with ALEXANDER SKARSGARD. Maybe I'll do MS paint celebrity interviews. I dunno. I'll at least try that last one.

THE NORM:

PEDOSTACHE:

CHARGIN HIS LAZOR:

I'm going to admit I had a bit too much fun doing this.

LETS HAVE AN INTERVIEW!

Um . . . not with Alexander, though. Eric. (You guys remember Eric, right? He's a viking (NOT THAT KIND).

MAC: So, Eric, what do you think of my artistic portrayals of you?

ERIC: What did you do to my face?

M: I MS Painted it.

E: What's that?

M: Computer.

E: Go no further -- I hire people to do the computer stuff for me. I'm too old for things like that.

M: Great.

E: I think I'd look great with a mustache.

M: That's how I imagined you when you were disguising yourself as Leif from California. With a horrible fake mustache.

E: *Nods* I was thinking about it, but do you know how hard it is to find a place that sells fake mustaches after sundown? Pretty difficult.

M: You should have had Sookie pick one up for you.

E: Didn't think of that. She would have wondered what I needed it for.

M: CHANGE OF SUBJECT. So, for someone who's 1000 years old and swedish, you speak great english.

E: I took an 'English as a second language' night class a while back.

M: *Nods* nice, nice . . . wait . . . how far back? How long is 'a while' for vampires?

E: How long is 'a while' for you?

M: It can be anywhere between a few days and a few years.

E: For vampires -- well, for myself, it's anywhere between a few years and a few hundred years.

M: Wow.

E: *Shrugs*

M: So how's your business -- Fangtasia -- coming along?

E: Pretty good now that we got rid of that thief.

M: The one who was . . . well, what other definition of 'thief' is there . . . stealing from you?

E: Longshadow, yeah.

M: Yeah. Embezzlement.

E: Embezzler.

M: Yup.

E: Well, I have to be back in Shreveport in a while . . . I've tried leaving Pam to run the bar and it never goes too well.

M: Well, it's been nice talking to you.

E: Any time.

M: After sundown, that is.

E: Exactly.

[END INTERVIEW]

As you can tell, I'm extremely bored.

You've caught my HEART! ... sending HEART to Lanette's PC.

2010-06-26T14:36:00.000-07:00

Aww. Where can I get Valentines like this?

ICH MOECHTE. (German tip: If you can't do umlauts on your PC or other device, like a cellphone, put an E after the umlauted letter.)

Translated: I WANT.

I think it's really cute!

Today . . . is boring. Steph and I were going to go biking, but she doesn't feel up to par, so we're rescheduling for tomorrow. Nothing is going on, no one to talk to . . . and I'm getting so frustrated trying to find a Relicanth on Pokemon Ruby. DO THEY EVEN EXIST? ARE THE REGIS LYING TO ME?

Eh-hem. Sorry, got a little carried away. I'm serious -- I cannot find one of these stupid things for the life of me. I've tried using Sweet Scent, I've tried just lookin' around for one . . . I haven't even SEEN one. It's getting so annoying! I JUST WANT TO UNLOCK THE REGIS. It took me forever to evolve my Wailmer into a Wailord alone. All to unlock the Regis so I can complete my Pokedex.

Oh, last night, I was up really late watching Good Eats (ALTON BROWN FTW) and Criminal Minds (GIDEON AND SPENCER FTW). And Alton made like, a million Beatles references. He was talking about pepper (the KING OF SPICES) and was talking to the English Expedition-looking guy in a tree, and he's like:

P: I'm Pepper, nice to meet you.

(Pepper talk)

Alton: Pepper . . . (points to pepper's uniform) military?

P: Yes, Sergeant.

Alton: (Looks towards camera) Sergeant Pepper.

(Sergeant Pepper Lonely Heart's Club Band.)

During the pepper talk . . .

SP: Me and my colleague, Mr. Kite . . .

Alton: (Dramatic Sigh, looks towards the camera)

(Being for the benefit of Mr. Kite.)

And, at the end of the show, when Alton was making small talk with Sergeant Pepper -- who was actually not a sergeant anymore, he had just been promoted:

Alton: So, you have a daughter Lucy, right?

Pepper: Oh, yes.

(Lucy in the sky with diamonds.)

This is why I love this show. Just the total weirdness mixed in with the cooking and science. And puppets (you can't forget the puppets, people!).

Fathers Day

2010-06-17T14:04:00.000-07:00

This is Terry. I don't know what to do for him for Vaterstag (Fathers Day, for you non-Germanish people).

(JSYK, That's my Snuggie.)

I have no idea whatsoever. I've only had a 'Dad' in any function of the word for just over a year now. Last year, we got him a card (it had a fat guy holding a huge fish on the front).

I made Mom cupcakes in bed and breakfast at the table, and got her a candle and a cute card. I'm just blanking out about Terry, though. It's like . . . I don't know. (ICH WEISS NICHT!)

Ach nein! Schnell, Schnell!!

Sorry. That was random.

OH, I forgot something. Dezzy (remember, Dezzy? Rocktheexistance?) and I have decided to find a cardboard cutout of Edward Cullen and videotape out shenanigans with him. We'll be hiding him in bathrooms and going on dates with him, insisting that we get TWO tickets to a movie.

Stephanie (no blog, just . . . yeah) suggested that we shove him in the passenger seat of a car and use him to drive in the carpool lane, with a camera on the dash.

I just Googled 'Where do I get a cardboard cut-out of Edward Cullen?' and it yielded 6,950,000 results.

How about 'Buy an Edward cardboard cut-out'? - 159,000

Lemme add 'Cullen' to that - 7,250,000. It went up with specific-ness.

Hmm. Let's add 'cheap' - 7,220,000. Hmm, it's narrowing down.

Let's add 'life size' - 7,220,000. No reduction.

Let's check eBay! 10 results for 'Edward Cullen standee.' The cheapest is $26.99 + shipping($9.00). The most expensive is $69.95 +

WHOA, $60.00 SHIPPING? WTC?

Where do you live that it's so expensive to ship?

80 Results for 'Twilight Standee.'

Where do you even pertain these cardboard cutouts? Standees, whatever they are?

45 results for 'Harry Potter standee.'

0 for 'True Blood standee.' Hmm, kinda disappointed. I was hoping for a life-size Eric to creep people out with. Stick it outside their windows, in their beds, creepy places.

I'm rambling, so I think I'll stop now.

G'Day.

30 things.

2010-06-10T20:17:00.000-07:00

"Rules:
Once you've been tagged, you are supposed to write a note with 30 random things, facts, habits, or goals about you. At the end, choose 30 people to be tagged. You have to tag the person who tagged you. If I tagged you, it's because I want to know more about you.

(To do this, go to "notes" under tabs on your profile page, paste these instructions in the body of the note, type your 30 random things, tag 30 people (in the right hand corner of the app) then click publish.) "

This is a Facebook game. I've decided to participate -- albeit, on my blog.

1. I'm almost always cold for no apparent reason.

2. I hang out in the art room more often then I probably should (considering I don't even have an art class this semester . . .).

3. My manners were taught and enforced by Hannibal Lecter, MD.

4. Sometimes, I try and imagine how I would go about directing a random play at my school.

5. I own two pairs of Converse Hi-Tops: Red and Purple.

6. MOAR GLITTER.

7. I secretly admire my sister.

8. I get overly defensive way, way too much.

9. I know too much. I know something about almost everything. I seem to just pick up random tidbits of knowledge.

10. I confuse my Psychiatrist sometimes.

11. I admit that I have some problems.

12. I feel that I am destined for something far greater than my current, small life holds. I have big dreams and I plan on fulfilling them.

13. I don't like having shit talked about me. That tends to trigger number eight. In fact, number eight seems to be triggered by a lot of things.

14. Once, I had this dream. I was sitting with my Grandpa, on like, a boat on a lake in the middle of a forest. All of a sudden, this HUGE whale pops up -- just it's mouth, though -- the rest of it was submerged. I was like 'WHOA, IT'S A WHALE.' and Grandpa was like, 'MAYBE IT WAS THIS OR THAT.' And then it popped up again and he's like, 'OH, HEY, IT IS A WHALE.'

15. I have BICYCLES on my feet. Your argument is irrelevant.

16. Me and Tim may fight like an old married couple, but we'd probably do anything for each other. Albeit in a witty, sarcastic, dramatical way.

17. My brain is amazing. It can maintain several 'lives' at once. I can be expanding the story line of one writing in my brain while doing other stuff with various other writings.

18. I get really frustrated when I'm trying to draw something and my stupid hand can't do what my brain wants it to.

19. I write fanfiction.

20. I like this guy. Maybe he likes me back. Maybe he doesn't. I don't know, and I'm afraid to find out.

21. I follow PostSecret like some kind of weblog hawk.

22. I lose things frequently.

23. I think I scare people sometimes.

25. One of my favorite, stupidly amazing websites is www.theoatmeal.com

26. I love cult musicals. Especially weird ones like Phantom of the Paradise and Shock Treatment, and Rocky Horror Picture Show.

27. Once, spontaneously, I got up in front of my entire choir class during a presentation and did the Time Warp.

28. Sometimes, I feel like my life is based around songs I hear and listen to.

29. Sometimes, I think I can tell the future. I think I'm precognitant or presentient.

30. There was no number 24.

Real Slick, Buddy.

2010-06-07T20:45:00.000-07:00

This oil spill's really ticking me off. Some scientist recently said it would be better to euthanize the birds than to clean them and re-release them.

Umm . . . no?

Why would you kill them? Really? You're killing them because they're covered in oil. If I got covered in oil and it wasn't my fault, would you kill me?

It's not the bird's fault. It's BP's.

Is anyone going to get punished for this? Yeah. The birds.

I don't know -- is anyone considering filing a lawsuit against BP? I mean, really -- it's been what, forty-something days now? Forty-something days now. Forty days of (And this is what I picture*) a bunch of suits sitting around an office talking about how the gas price will go up and they might just have to get rid of their second Hummer or Ferarrhi**. What on earth are these people actually doing? I want to see the productivity. Where is my productivity?

I was talking to my grandfather* about the oil spill, and he told me that they* were considering doing something that the Soviet Union did when they had an oil spill a long while ago*. See, the put -- get this, they put an atomic bomb a couple thousand feet below the leak. They set it off and the force and heat and everything melded the leak closed. Am I the only person to think that this is a mix of retarded and awesome? Except the U.S. would probably, somehow screw it up. It would kill everything, or it wouldn't go off, or it would do nothing to the oil spill somehow, or -- with our luck -- the oil would burn and kill everything.

*- My imagination does things like this.

*- I probably spelt that wrong.

*- Eddie knows too much about everything. Where did you think I got it from?

*- BP, The Gov't, whoever.

*- You probably didn't know about it because first, it happened a long while ago, and second, there's nothing for the oil to affect in Siberia. Because there's nothing in Siberia, period.

Let's get off a heated subject and onto some random stuff.

The guy I like was making funny faces at me during choir. Also, I've fallen in love with the new musical Paradise Lost, by Eric Whitacre. Here's the trailer:

I absolutely love the trailer -- our choir teacher showed it to us because

I'm pretty sure he's in love with Eric Whitacre.

I hope you guys enjoy it as much as I do!

*EDIT*

Waaait a second. The video above isn't the one I wanted. Gimme a second.

FOUND IT.

Enjoy this one too. I like this one best, because of the footage and narration.

Untie your mind.

2010-05-31T19:00:00.000-07:00

Tunes: The Missing Piece - Forgive Durden

Mood: Slightly upbeat

I love this song. It's beautiful and I can listen to it over and over and over.

"Everything seems to fade

when I see his face,

The sun and stars all dim

every time I look at him"

Youtube it.

I want to draw something. I think I will.

Later, readers.

My future, imaginary bakery in my mind.

2010-05-25T16:43:00.000-07:00

Sometimes, I like to imagine what my bakery will look like when I own one. I know, for one, that this picture (yep, the one RIGHT THERE) will be hanging up.

I guess right now I'm doing this because I wasn't invited to the little birthday party my older sister is having with the rest of the family . . . excluding Mackenzie. Yaaaay. I feel like such a part of the family. Not only have I not seen Mom for days, but I need to talk to her, too.

My sister's turning 19 today and all she's really said to me today is "(whispered) With Stormy*!" and "No, you can't come with, I don't want my car full of people." When I asked if I could accompany her and my little bro Dylan to the park. And, later, "I need keys to Mom's house."

Three sentences. Really? I know it's all about her today, but I still exist, don't I? I mean, really, she's been way up north for college for nine months and mom's mainly been focused on her and the wee ones -- she admitted to that during one of my appointments.

To my Mom, I'm the primary concern . . . and the least of her concerns. I somehow fill both of those spaces (not quite sure how).

I want to go to Narnia. Everyone likes me there.

Or maybe I should just go back to my part time job in the Twilight Zone. Maybe the store keeper will hire me again since I'll be open all summer.

Cuteness

2010-05-16T19:36:00.000-07:00

OK Folks, listen up. I've been in a bad mood due to several stupid things, several of which I didn't talk about in my last post. So I think it's time for a

CUTE OVERLOAD.

LOOK AT THE CUTENESS! AWWWW

SO ADORABLE! I WANT TO CUDDLE ONE

SAY IT WITH ME: AWWWWW!

And here's a bunny, since for some reason, all the rest of the pictures are of otters.

OK. Cute overload achieved.

I've recently been thinking about how most of my baking escapades come from boxes. And I've decided to try and remedy that, and to expand my culinary horizons in addition to that. So, soon . . . maybe even . . . THIS SUMMER (dun dun duuuuhn)! I will be conquering several baking missions.

Petits Fours

Macarons (no misspelling there, people. Google it. Awesome)

Chocolate Ganash

Frosting the perfect cupcake

And many, many more.

Hopefully, I'll remember pictures.

Crash Crash.

2010-05-15T17:34:00.000-07:00

Tunes: All I Ask Of You - POTO

Mood: Indescribable yet again (but for vastly different reasons)

The guy I like is pining over his ex.

Maybe all of this has just been in my head.

What else is only inside my head? All of my achievements? Everything I love? Is it all fake?

No. This is all for real. But maybe those stupid 'luff' emotions were irrational -- they probably were.

Irrational . . . but never fake. Who came up with this stupid 'luff' thing anyway?!

Who needs it?

Besides . . . she doesn't want him.

This is best expressed algebraically:

A likes B. B likes C. C does not like B. A hates C with a burning passion in A's heart. And they all live horribly ever after. Story of my life, currently.

A = interesting, independent, and stubborn.

B = smart, cool, and gives very nice comments.

C = cannot be described in words appropriate for this blog. Though I will throw a few out: Ho . . . and I think I might have to make up new words to describe her. Sluttastic, for one (note to readers: I love how my computer counts 'Ho' and 'Slut' as words). If you guys can think of any others . . . tell me. Oh, and some family-friendly adjectives: Inappropriate, loud, rude, naive, horrible, disrespectful.

As I said in my older post about this stuff . . . it turned out to be true. I didn't fall in 'luff,' I crashed. And I narrowly avoided burning. And being ripped to shreds.

Operation Mother's Day: A GO!

2010-05-08T10:18:00.000-07:00

So, revamp of Mother's day plan.

PRE-OP: SATURDAY (today!)

Frost Cupcakes (check)

Make sure present/card is in order (check)

Pack (not check)

The plan now is that I'mma spend the night at mom's, because I realized that I'm too lazy and asthmatic to both wake up early AND bike over there. She's not suspecting anything! She thinks me being at her house is the present.

Go to mom's (not check)

Set cellphone alarm for 7:00 (not check)

Sleep (not check)

OP: SUNDAY (morgen)

Wake up!

Get dressed

Secretly make fantabulous breakfast

Wake up the 'rents

HAPPY MOTHER'S DAY.

Give Mom present

DISPLAYS OF LOVE.

Breakfast (OM NOM NOM).

We all good on the new plan?

OK, I'mma go pack.

Eric and Erik!

2010-05-06T20:44:00.000-07:00

I want you guys to meet Eric Northman. He's a viking. And a Vampire. And he can fly. He's pretty bomb. Also, earlier in the season, he looked like Kurt Cobain.

He's Eric, from True Blood. Played by Alexander Skarsgard, who threw Lady Gaga off a balcony in one of her music videos, and was killed in another.

Oh, and he's not to be confused with Erik.

That's Erik. He's Erik, and has no technical last name. He's the phantom of the opera. He lives in a lair (not to be confused with MY lair. Which is the computer room). He's played by a bunch of people -- most of whom are also totally awesome.

Just FYI.

Sigh

2010-05-05T19:27:00.000-07:00

TUNES: 'I should tell you' - Rent

Mood:

. . . why do I get butterflies thinking about this guy? How is it that I can stand singing, talking, in front of hundreds of people, yet I'm still feeling like this? I can't look at a picture of him without feeling like this. I can't make eye contact with a picture of him without feeling butterflies flapping around in there.

And I still don't trust this whole 'luff' thing. I'm suspicious of it's intentions.

Maybe I should just admit it. I don't get it or even understand it because I don't even trust my own two feet. Who am I to trust this stupid stomach feeling that just came waltzing in? I'm a bit frightened. I want to trust desire -- I want to learn.

Well, here we go

Now, we . . .

Oh, no.

I know this something is . . .

Here goes.

Yes, so it's starting to . .

Who knows . . .

Who knows?

Who knows where?

Who goes there?

Who knows?

Here goes . . .

Trusting desire --

Starting to learn,

Walking through fire . . .

Without a burn!

Clinging a shoulder . . .

A leap begins . . .

Stinging

And older

Asleep on pins!

So here we go . . .

Now we --

Oh, no . . .

I know . . .

Oh, no.

Who knows where?

Who goes there?

Here goes . . .

Thank you, Rent, for being able to say something when I can't.

Retarded miniventure.

2010-05-03T21:37:00.001-07:00

TUNES: Sugar we're goin' down - Fall Out Boy

Mood: Meh : |

Some people who read this blog may know about the retarded adventure that started with my friend Dezzy -- from Rock the Existance -- posted something of FB about wanting to be a Hobbit. Well, that hasn't happened, (but it will -- oh yes, it will) -- but we had a retarded miniventure today!

It all started in Gym, where we were playing tennis. We all decided it was too cold and wanted to go play on the little kid's playground, but knew Mrs. P would yell at us. So Kristen chucked a ball over the fence into the trees by the playground. We pretended to go 'searching' for it when, in reality, we climbed on the playground and went down the slide. Oh, and if anyone asks, we went to Narnia.

A lot of insane things happened in Gym. We started pretending out rackets were lightsabers when Dezzy realized that when you swung them, the made the wooshy noise. And Allyson's misinterpreted "I was waving my lightsaber and it cut my leg off!" which, by Dezzy's ears was actually "My vagina's a lightsaber and it cut my leg off!" Which, in my opinion, is a drastic difference. Then of course there's the fact that I can't hit the ball when it's right in front of me . . . and when I DO hit it, it just drops to the ground. No bounce.

In other awesome news . . . guess who got into the Rum River Art Show? Mackenzie did! Yay!

Oh, and I think I'm starting a new feature. "Things about the girl I hate." They'll probably be at the end of the post . . . because I just thought of it and can't think of where else to fit it into the post.

HER TATTOO IS UGLY.

frowny face

2010-05-02T18:42:00.000-07:00

:( I want donuts. I haven't had a good, bakery donut in what seems like forever. I'm seriously considering buying some tomorrow. Like, walking down to the bakery after school and getting some donuts. Om nom.

I think this is a good idea for a food related picdump.

Hehe. Guess who wants a snowcone now?

^^^^Here's the inspiration for my birthday cake.
^^^^^^^^^And here's my birthday cake. It was pretty bomb, peeps. It was blue on the inside, too.
RAINBOW CAKE!
DELICIOUS RAINBOW DONUT. OM NOM.

(I'd like to remind people that I regularly use Google for my images, so all but one of those might have a copyright. The other REPO! Cake probably doesn't, but you never know. Also, got that pic from the good peeps over at the repo-opera forums. I think someone made that cake for one of the tour days.)

Also, made my birthday cake myself. I'll probably make mine again this year. What theme shall I use? Hmmm . . .

Interesting . . .

2010-05-02T11:49:00.001-07:00

Breaking news here -- well, not really, considering this has been going on for months and I just remembered to blog about it.

My guinea pigs . . . are not as retarded as they look. And they look relatively retarded.

So, a little while back, I looked over at their hut, and noticed that they were chewing on the walls. Once again, they look pretty retarded. Then . . . I noticed that where the teeth marks were. They were at fat guinea pig hip level.

They were gnawing away the walls of their hut to accommodate their fatness.

I couldn't believe it -- and neither could my sister. We were laughing so hard, it was unbelievable!

OH, I forgot.

Mother's day is closing in on us! And for my mom, who's put up with my crap for almost fifteen years, I've decided to actually do something for her this year.

Mother's day has never been a big thing in my family. Don't quite know why -- maybe it has something to do with being a single mom for fourteen years? I dunno. But Steph and I have done various things for mom throughout the years, in grade school, little projects, and when Steph hit high school and I hit fifth grade, we graduated to ordering her tulips (mom's a sucker for Tulips). I've baked her stuff before, but normally, we just say 'Happy Mother's day, Mom,' and go on with our day.

This year, I've decided to do something different, though. And by 'different,' I mean 'actually doing something.'

I've decided I shall make her pink cupcakes, with white frosting, get her a card, and get her some flowers.

There may be something to explain my recent development in 'wanting to do stuff for mom'-ness. Mom and I have had some . . . rocky arguments lately. We tend to make up pretty fast, but I still feel like a bit of a jerk (even though I know it's not my fault.)

Also, as of this year, (and last year, actually, but that doesn't count because there was too much going on) mom is a mother of five instead of her usual two. Mom got married last year, and married herself into an amazing dork with three . . . well, two half time kids and Jordan. Jordan just does whatever. Megan and Dylan he has half (51%) custody of. Meg and Dyl are hard to stand, but I irrevocably love them in some weird way. (I know, it's hard to believe that I have a heart, isn't it?)

But yeah, Mom gets pink cupcakes, a card (probably musical), and quite possibly Tulips. I may or may not sneak into the house and make her breakfast. No, wait, I will. Yeah. I'll ask Terry what time she usually gets up on days off -- and make sure it's her day off.

BREAKING NEWS: Mom's got the day off, and she normally wakes up at about 7:00.

So, plan of action!

Operation: Mothers Day!

Pre-Op:

Saturday:

Bake Cupcakes, Frost, get tulips if I end up doing that. Set alarm for 6:00. I may or may not get the card before this.

Op:

Sunday:

Get up at 6:00, dress, pack everything, leave house at 6:30, bike to Mom's house with necessary components for breakfast extravaganza. Dump bike in yard, go inside, prepare breakfast. Complete breakfast, set table, wake up Mom, Terry, and kids. Eat, displays of love, etc. Happiness ensues! Yay! Theeeen, cupcakes.

Now, what shall be on the breakfast menu?

Pancakes -- Homemade, that is. And pink.

Scrambled Eggs. Probably the normal color.

I'll keep the pancakes in the oven on super low to make sure they stay warm and not crappy until everything's ready.

Terry and the kids'll eat at the table, and I might serve mom breakfast in bed or something. If she doesn't want that, she can come out and eat with us.

I think I'll go check how my bike's working.

NEW! NEW! NEW!

2010-05-01T22:06:00.000-07:00

TUNES: Dance Floor Anthem - Good Charlotte

Mood: Impossible to describe (???)

Hey, y'all! You may (or may not) have noticed the new layout!

Now that that's out of the way . . .

I hate to say this, but it's baffling, and I haven't felt like this since I was like, nine. So, I'm pretty confused and awkward about stuff like this, and I feel like a victorian woman on her wedding night. I can't think of words to equate to this feeling. I have heard many a rumor of this feeling, but alas, I've never had this feeling before.

I do not understand this feeling of 'luff.' It's confusing, and I dislike it. It makes my heart all fluttery, and it makes my stomach feel funky. I have witnessed this 'luff' make drooling idiots out of people, drawing poor decisions from them. This makes me think of this 'luff' as a destructive force not to be reckoned with. (or is it 'to be reckoned with?' I cant' remember. AH, IT'S ALREADY KICKING IN! SOMEONE STOP THIS!)

Eh hem. Sorry.

But it's true. I don't understand a stitch of this -- only what I've read. And what I've witnessed. It's so unfortunate to be thrust into something like this unprepared! Why on earth does it happen like that? You'd think it'd be an advantage to have some knowledge beforehand, but where do I get it from? This is all so impractical!

Oh, remember what I said about drooling idiots and bad decisions? I must comment that some people are like that before the whole 'luff' thing happens. One of these people is the girl this boy is dating. I didn't like her before I encountered this weird feeling, and I still don't like her. She's bad news, peeps. I LOATHE YOU, GIRL. HEAR ME? No, you don't because the only thing you use the internet for is Facebook. Besides, you wouldn't be hearing me, you'd be seeing the words on the screen. Either way -- wait, I'm actually surprised you can read. Nevermind. I doubt you'd be able to comprehend the words in this post because they use vowels. And more than two syllables. This is turning into an angry rant, isn't it? Oh well, bring it on! Anger, now THAT'S something I understand. Anger and this 'luff' apparently come from the same section of the brain, though. All the irrational stuff comes from there. Anger, Anxiety, 'luff.'

And with my clumsiness and awkwardness, I'm going to assume that I won't FALL in 'luff' . . .

I'm going to CRASH.

2010-03-13T23:00:00.000-08:00

Tunes: Goodbye Love - RENT

Mood: Meh : |

So, I tested my hypothesis from my last post . . . but something got in the way, that I'd forgotten about.

I had two appointments that week. One with my psychologist on Wednesday, and an Orthodontist appointment on Friday.

On a completely A.D.D. note, I really want to watch Phantom of the Opera now.

Back to what I was saying. I honestly can't remember if I got my assignment in on Wednesday or what -- but otherwise, I got every assignment in -- and I told myself on Monday, that if I got my assignments in Monday through Friday -- I'd get myself a sundae.

I actually never got my sundae -- heh. I'm a bit too lazy to walk to Dairy Queen (which is less than a block away . . .). Except that's exactly what I did for supper on Friday. Oh well. Good enough. Wait -- my reward, as of right now, was . . .

umm . . . .

Watching Phantom of the Opera? Like, right now?

Sure! Yes.

On another completely A.D.D. note, I had knowledge bowl practice recently because we have a meet on Monday. But that's not it. I was doing a fake test that Ms. Stevens (my knowledge bowl coach and english teacher) had given me.

That's also not it -- nor is it very exciting. No, the thing was one of the last questions . . .

In which I had to decipher Cockney.

I can't even remember what it said (I'll make sure to post that later. I have it in my Science binder) but . . . I honestly did not know what it meant in english. Does anyone else expect something like that in knowledge bowl? Normally we have to say . . . like, who the inventor of . . . like . . . the Sharpie was. No. We do not on a regular basis have to decipher Cockney. I was laughing and trying to say it out loud and sounding like an idiot. It was definitely worth it. Except I just guessed on the question (and got it right to boot).

Also on an A.D.D. note: I noticed that when I sweat in my rainbow socks, they'll make the insides of my converse rainbow! (this has only been observed in the Blue high tops as of far)

Also, I have a new purse. The Roomba found it under my bed, along with some clear nail polish, my sister's scholarship certificate, and a bunch of other random crap.

Yes, this little circular robot that is totally not sentient and can only establish barriers by bumping into things . . . found a purse and brought it out to me.

Kinda. It moreso dragged it out from under the bed. And I laughed at it because I hadn't seen that purse (which is technically my sister's) for ages. Also, I determined the Roomba to be a Hufflepuff, for Hufflepuffs are good finders, indeed.

Going a bit psychological on y'all here . . .

2010-03-08T12:45:00.000-08:00

So, I just read an article on www.cracked.com about video game addiction. At one point, they talked about how video games fill a void you get from being dissatisfied with your job or life. They said to be satisfied with you job (or life, for the unemployed or minors out there) you need three things:

"1. Autonomy (having a say in what you do in your day-to-day routine)

2. Complexity (so it's not just mind-numbing repetition)

3. Connection between effort and reward (i.e. you actually see the awesome results of your hard work)"

And this got me thinking about how satisfied I am with school. Let's see how school measures up to these three requirements for satisfaction of life:

Autonomy? No. We do what the teacher tells us to do. We have almost no say in what we do.

Complexity? Sometimes. Math? I'm finding X and Y day . . . after day . . . after day . . . after day . . . there's nothing new there. I'm still finding X and Y. Gym? Sometimes. It'll be different and interesting here and there.

Here's the big Kahuna -- Connection between effort and reward. When I turned my math assignments in, there wasn't really much of a reward. When I didn't turn them in? No reward. It stayed the same. Some would say that the reward is a good grade -- but what does that mean to me? It's a letter on a piece of paper. That's no reward.

And all that got me thinking . . . well, what would the reward be for the effort? And I thought about math. OK, so if you turn your assignments in monday-friday, you get some kind of reward on friday. It makes sense. In fact, that's what they do for little kids in schools. If you do your work and get it signed at home or whatever, you get a gold star or something towards some type of greater reward. And these little kids strive for these stars or whatever to get that larger reward -- so they do their work.

So, I think we have something here.

I observed, noted, and came up with a hypothesis. And I'll be darned if I don't test it, observe the results, and prove it wrong or right. And if I prove it right . . . I guess I'll publish it. On here, in the paper, on the school's website, et cetera, wherever I can get it out. And if I'm wrong, I'll go back and try a new hypothesis.

Which class will I try it in?

Let's go through my schedule to see which classes would work best:

English: Hmm. We don't have many assignments in here. I don't think it'll work.

German: We really only have one big assignment. And it's due on the day of the test -- still plenty of time to procrastinate.

Economics: We don't have many assignments in this class either. And when we do have a project or something, we do it in class.

Band/Choir: . . . this just isn't gonna work.

Gym: . . . neither will this one.

Science: Too laid back, and everything is due on the day of the test.

Math: Daily assignments, the classroom is generally not laid-back but not too uptight . . . I think we have a winner!

So, I'll have to talk to Mr. O about this, maybe we can start it next week, or maybe fourth quarter . . . yeah -- that'll be optimal.

So, we'll have to do a clean run week, and record the percentage of people who turn in all of their work, half their work, or none of their work. And then, over the fourth quarter, we'll have . . . like, assignments monday-friday, and everyone who turns them in gets a reward. Then we'll just see if percentages one goes up, three goes down, and how percentage number two changes in any way.

I'm pretty excited about this. : )

Another Random List.

2010-02-18T22:25:00.000-08:00

So, I was just thinking about my favorite books. I don't really know why -- but I was. I've decided to share with you guys some of my favorite books and some books coming up on my reading list.

I'll try to include the book name, an opinion and maybe a brief summary.

1. A Wrinkle In Time - Madeline L'Engle

Oooh, I love this book so much. This book got me through some tough spots. It's about Meg and Charles Wallace Murry, along with their friend Calvin O'Keefe on this epic transdimensional journey to rescue Meg and Charles Wallace's father. Wonderful classic people. This should be required reading.

2. A Wind in the Door - Madeline L'Engle

Another good one -- this one also revolves around Meg, Charles Wallace and Calvin, while introducing a few new characters like Proginoskes (Affectionately referred to as 'Progo' by Meg), Blajeny, and several others, along with the concept of Cherubim and Ecthroi, and it also talks about the nature and behavior of good and evil.

3. The Gemma Doyle Trilogy

A series of three books that revolve around a set of girls in Victorian times with supernatural abilities to go 'beyond'. I haven't read these books in what seems like forever, so if you want better info, I'd do some research. Very, very good, especially the second book, "Rebel Angels."

4. The Mysterious Benedict Society - Trenton L Stewart.

Oh. Man. This book is amazing, funny, and adventurous. I can't even give a summary on this one it's so . . . wow. But I do absolutely love Kate and Constance. They're my favorites, along with Mr. Benedict himself.

5. A Swiftly Tilting Planet - Madeline L'Engle

This one's ALL Charles Wallace. It has Unicorns, time travel, epic history, sad scenes, and a whole lot of 'what if?'s. This is one of my all-time favorite's in Ms. L'Engle's 'Time Quintet.'

6. The Books of Ember - JeAnne DuPrau

Katie would kill me if I didn't put this on here. A wonderful series of books, Starting with 'The City of Ember' and finishing off just recently with 'The Diamond of Darkhold.' The series follows Lina and Doon's quest to get out of their dying, underground city that was built after a massive global disaster to save the human race. Several hundred years later, the city is in trouble. The lights keeping the city from plunging into the frightening, suffocating underground darkness are faltering . . .

7. Blue Bloods - Melissa De La Cruz

Wicked. Awesome. Vampire book.

8. MAXIMUM RIDE.

This is one of the best teen books ever. The series -- from 'The Angel Experiment' to the soon-to-be-released 'Fang' revolves around a band of genetically engineered mutants -- children who were engineered to have wings, i.e, 2% avian and 98% human DNA. Follow them as they escape rogue scientists and geneticists, along with dictators and someone who is basically a brain in a jar all to find out their true purpose -- and when Max(imum) Ride finds out, you'll be surprised.

9. The Alchemist

This book just has no description for me. It was highly understandable yet still philosophical. It made me feel like I had to go out and fulfill my own 'Personal Legend.'

So, those are my top nine books that I've read. Tomorrow (or whenever I feel like it) I'll post the books I'm most excited to read next.

Fishy Fun!

2010-01-31T15:10:00.001-08:00

Eh hem! I forgot to say something about this in the last post, but on the sidebar, I recently put up the fishy widget. I need to tell you their names!!

The Green one is Speedy, the Black one is Torrid, the Blue one is Captain, the Orangey-yellow one is The Monarch, and the Red one is Ace.

So we have Speedy, Torrid, Captain, The Monarch and Ace. If you click on it, it gives them food! NOM NOM NOM!

Phatasmagoric Photos!

2010-01-31T14:48:00.000-08:00

Here's Phantasmagoria. (And the chapstick from my Ortho's office. And my horribly messy desk . . .)

Here's the glitter-glue detail I did at home (out of boredom . . .)

Here's a close-up on the sharpie action. That's my guinea pigs' hut in the background.

So, I'm looking forward to seeing the day after tomorrow -- Tuesday being the first day of the semester.

Speak of -- I've mentioned Katie and Alycia in the blog before. They've both recently started their own blogs!

Common Sense

and

Imagination Kidney

The first one's Alycias and the second one's Katies.

You should check them out. They're pretty rad.

If I . . .

2010-01-29T21:50:00.000-08:00

If I ate myself, would I disappear completely or be twice as big?

I actually thought about that in Science (Since it's the end of the semester and we were watching Wall-E). So, naturally, I asked Dan.

He didn't say anything for a few moments. "Uhh . . ." Another pause, "Well, you wouldn't disappear, but you wouldn't be twice as big . . ." He didn't say anything for the rest of the movie.

I remembered it again in German, 7th hour. So, I asked Katie

Which reminds me . . .

OH SNAP KATIE'S QUOTE OF THE WEEK IS BACK WITH A VENGEANCE!

KATIE: Science doesn't matter, Mackenzie! If you ate yourself, you wouldn't be there!!!!

She said this after I pointed out the law of conservation of Mass, which says matter cannot be created or destroyed -- so I know I wouldn't disappear. (See, Science does come in handy in everyday life!)

Speaking of Science and the end of the semester . . .

The beginning of the new semester is on Tuesday. Three new teachers (two of which I've never had, one is the same ol' same ol' gym teacher). One new class, one class I've taken twice before because of requirements, and a switch in subjects in a required class. In Science, the switch in subject class, we're now focusing on Physics, and not Chemistry, like we were first semester. I'm kind of excited for Physics, because the teacher I have this semester (Mr. C) is renowned for his fun projects. I know this firsthand. In summer school (Pa-Tooey!) we had to do a hands-on project in addition to the droning hours of computer work. So we built rockets. I still have mine (phantasmagoria is what I dubbed it). I'll have to take a picture . . .

But I am looking forward to a new classroom, a new environment, and a new set of class mates. Uuughhh. The one reason I disliked science was the people. I swear that those kids are out to get my science teacher or something. They called her various rude and crude names and I tell you . . . I just couldn't stand it. Almost daily I'd stay behind and try to apologize for the behavior of my classmates, but she wouldn't have any of it. She said they should apologize for themselves, and that I shouldn't even have to think of apologizing for them. She's very nice, and kind of like myself. I would have done no different in her shoes.

Really.

Though I'm not quite excited for Econ(omics) with Mrs. H. I liked Mr. M's class better, mainly because learning was pretty variable. It's like, he has an agenda, but you stray from it every five minutes. It can be rather pleasing or annoying, at which point I crack open a book. Oh well. I'll post those pics later, 'kay?

A random list

2010-01-15T17:20:00.000-08:00

I've decided to come up with some of the best products I've come across on www.Vat19.com. It's a pretty bomb site, actually. I saw a commercial for it way back and -- first, wrote down the wrong address. Then, I saw the commercial again and wrote down the right address. And now, I go on there when I'm bored and check out some of the "Curiously Awesome" products.

So now, in no particular order, some of the awesomest products.

Hightop Sneaker Socks: Mid-calf Socks in the trademark style of Chuck Taylor

Seen here, they're pretty epic.

Personalized Classics: Customize a bound and printed version of a famous novel

Tell me you wouldn't love this as a gift. Seen here.

World's Largest Gummy Bear: A five pound Gummi Bear!

This one speaks for itself. Seen Here.

(I wonder what would happen if you put this in a full bathtub? Would it grow like the little ones do in cups of water?)

Insta Snow Powder: Add water to make instant fake snow

Note to readers that actually know me in real life: Remind me to get some of this and SEND IT TO SHELSTEAD (My former science teacher who currently resides in Arizona.) The awesome is displayed here.

PAC-MAN HotHeads Potholder

If I end up going to culinary school, this is what I will demand from someone as a graduation gift from High School. OMG IT'S PAC MAN.

I know, it's a short list -- but maybe you'll find some cool stuff. If you find something you really, really, REALLY think should be on the list -- put it in the comments or email me at j.d.devereux@hotmail.com

Almosts, Roombas, and a New Year message for my readers.

2009-12-31T21:56:00.001-08:00

Tunes: "La Vie Boheme B" - Rent, the original motion picture soundtrack
Mood: Interested

A lot of weird stuff has happened in the last . . . since whenever my last post was. Christmas happened, definately.

Speaking of christmas, my grandparents got one of those iRobot Roombas. (I kid you not, iRobot is the brand. No referance there.) At first, my grandparents were weary to set it up. And then, it wouldn't charge -- but grandpa fixed it. It was something with the battery holder. Then grandma got impatient when it was charging . . . and finally, the other day, they let it go about the house vaccuming.

Hilarity ensued. Apparently (I didn't get to see it, I slept in until like, two PM), they followed 'him' around. And reffered to 'him' as a 'him' and a 'he'.

. . . and all through this, my grandpa's giving a play-by-play.

Grandpa: Look at him go!
Grandpa: Oh, now he's under the bed -- he couldn't get there before!
Grandpa: Oh, he's stuck on the fan now!

That same day, my sister and I randomly got on to the subject of what our mom ALMOST named us.

She almost named my sister -- Stephanie -- 'Katie Ann.'

And she almost named me -- Mackenzie -- 'Hunter Jackson.'

OK, there's a bit of explanation behind mine. Throughout her entire pregnancy, my mom wanted me to be a boy. She was adamant about my being a boy until the moment I popped out -- literally. When Dr. Callen said 'Oh, she's got dark hair' whilst delivering me, my mom interjected with 'HE. NOT SHE!' And she wanted me to be a blonde-haired, blue eyed boy.

Uuuh, she didn't get any of it. When I was born, I had black hair, green eyes, and was -- and this one's the most obvious -- a girl.

But back to the 'almosts.'

Steph and I were wondering what we'd be like if mom had named us that (in stephanie's case) and if we'd come out exactly as mom wanted (in my case).

We decided on the following:

KATIE ANN:
would . . .
- be president of the student council.
- be a perfect, princess blonde.
- not have . . . six? . . . six piercings.
- be girlfriend of the captain of the Hockey Team.

HUNTER JACKSON:
would . . .
- be the number one freshman hockey player.
- get average grades
- would call the kids in the plays 'gay.'
- be a blonde.
- be in one of those really annoying cliques of sport-players.
- be Hunter L's best friends -- we'd be in every class together and reffered to as 'the Hunters.'

And now, look at us.

STEPHANIE PAIGE:
is . . .
- a fan of Steven Colbert and John Stewart
- a haver of piercings. Six, if I'm right.
- fine with having had no experience with student council
- a veteran of hair dying.
- the ex-girlfriend of a couple of weirdos.

MACKENZIE REED:
is . . .
- Horrible at every sport she comes into contact with.
- getting either B's or A's.
- one of those kids in the plays. And one of the better ones, too.
- in no annoying clique -- but she does sit with a select bunch of lovable weirdos at lunch.
- is -- no, wait -- Mackenzie Reed finds Hunter L really annoying -- and he tripped me in sixth grade. >.<

I'm kinda glad I'm not like that. It's just so . . . not me. (I find this humerous.)

Oh, and to all my loyal readers,

Happy New Year!!!!

2009-12-13T18:38:00.000-08:00

I feel a picdump coming on!!!

OK, now that that's over with . . .

OH SNAP IT'S KATIE'S QUOTE OF THE WEEK!!!!!!

KATIE: Random squirells eat nuts while flying to the bus stop.

KATIE: I've been told that Aphrodite is . . . rarely covered.

KATIE: We called him RNS. It stands for Retarded Neck Syndrome.

Oh, the last two pictures are for Bekkah and Katie, respectively.

Bekkah with her fish . . . -es . . . and katie with her adorable, wee little guinea pigs . . . who are pretty much retarded because of inbreeding. Except for Lilly. Lilly is my favorite.

The note: Part 2 of 3

2009-11-22T17:37:00.000-08:00

Hello! And welcome to the thrilling almost-conclusion of my 'The Note' saga. As you read in my last post, I recently received an interesting note. I'll have you keep in mind this all happened on Thursday -- not over the course of a few days.

So on thursday, I looked for #2 in the morning and a little later in the day. It wasn't there. My friends Bekkah and Tim offered to help. So when lunch rolled around, Bekkah came over to our (Tim and I's) table. Tim and I scarfed down our lunches, chatted with Mrs. D for a bit, and headed off to the library. We found it in the remaining copy of 'The Twelfth Night' by Shakespeare. Here's what it read:

Nice job, Mackenzie! I commend you. This next one's a bit tricker, but I know you can do it. Here goes:

Across from the room of the director of the plays
There on the wall hangs a glass case.
"Drama News" is across the top,
But think of a word that starts with "opp."
Over-under, left to right
If you get this, you'll sleep well tonight.

~O

So we immediately ran up to the fourth floor across from Mr. Hirsch's room (He's the drama director) to the display case. This next note was taped under it:

Quick! There's a fire! What do you get?
The fourth floor extinguisher I bet.

~O
P.S. Sorry it's so short. :)

There's an extinguisher across from the display case -- it's not on that one. Tim and Bekkah recall there are at least two on this floor. We go to the other one -- not there. Then I recall that I think there's one in the fourth floor math hallway. We run over there -- and this is taped to the back:

On 1st floor, the worst class in the world.
Every time I run, I want to hurl.
Small lockers in the middl, tall ones on the side.
Look to number 1
In me, you can confide.

~O
P.S. The end doesn't really make sense, but I couldn'tt think of another word to rhyme. :)

We figured it was in the girl's locker room. Tim said it may be in the boy's locker room, which is why we need him. I told him that if it's not there, he can check the guy's locker room. We ran down the staircase, to the girl's locker room -- thankfully, it was their 5th hour class, so no one was in there -- and we ran to locker number one. Inside, was this:

A piece of paper with "Last Clue!" written on it!

Little birdy, in the tree,
Little birdy, flee, flee, flee,
To the wonderful library.
By the computer where people see
Which book they would like to read.

~O

Then . . .

The bell rang. We were just about to go up to the library, too. I looked at Bekkah and Tim and said, "Screw it -- I'll take a late to Band. You guys go ahead, I'll report back to you." And then I headed to the library.

Where I found nothing. Frustrated, I went first to my locker, then to band, where Mrs. Parson seemed not to notice me entering late. She was busy talking about some seventh grader who was vandalising instruments (Ben filled me in on what happened). Next hour, I showed Alycia the notes because she wanted to know what was going on so far. That's when Mrs. Stevens said we would be in the library today. Alycia and I looked at eachother, a little weirded out. "That's convenient," Alycia said. "Yes. Very," I responded. In there, I finished my paper about "The Birds" and went exploring. Again, nothing. A little crestfallen, I got a drink of water and went to German class, where I filled Katie in on what happened once she got back from the Aladdin performance. Once class dismissed, I tore outta there and met Bekkah in the hallway outside of the German and Spanish rooms (She's taking spanish). We went to the library --

Where Bekkah immediately found something.

. . . it was a Badminton Birdie.

The Note - Part One of ???

2009-11-17T16:49:00.000-08:00

Tunes - Must Get Out -- Maroon 5
Mood - Interest piqued

Something weird happened today. Jesse handed me a note during lunch, saying, "I don't know who it was, they just said to give it to you."

Thinking it would be something stupid, I opened it with caution. I found nothing that I expected.

The letter reads as follows:

Congratulations! You've found the first clue! This piece of paper along will send you on a journey unlike anything you've ever experienced in your life. Don't try to guess who this is, Mackenzie (insert my last name here). You won't. I've observed your actions well. You are 14, love to participate in plays and lavish in reading and writing. You especially love to write "Fanfics," and Phantom of the Opera is your all-time favorite movie, I know one of your favorite rooms in the school, and it is where your journey begins.

In a room with computers lining a desk,
Books galore, and fine ladies at best.
You'll start towards the back, where nobody goes
In the nonficiton section with an author you know.
His name is Bill Shakespeare, and something happened on the twelfth night.
I trust you Mackenzie. You'll get it right.

~ O

P.S. If your feeling lost and don't have a clue, email (insert a gmail address here). I doubt you'll have to use it though. Good luck. :)

My interest was immediately piqued by this new adventure. So right before 7th hour, I went to the library for some help. I didn't find anything. So I went back after school and ended up checking out 'The Twelfth Night' by Shakespeare. I haven't found anything yet. I'm thinking of using the email they provided for a clue. I'll regularly update this, and I've decided to start chronicaling the process of this wild adventure.

Until next time,

Mackenzie

Hello Brooklyn, Hey L.A.

2009-11-01T19:11:00.000-08:00

Tunes: "Hello Brooklyn" -- All Time Low, Nothing Personal
Mood: Enthralled

OK, I've decided sometime next summer (not this coming summer, next one) when I get my driver's license, I'm going to go on a spontaneous road trip. Hopefully after my birthday (around when I'll be getting my license fo' reals) so I'll have cash mounted up from my birthday money. For gas. I'll probably pack food and just go on a spontaneous road trip -- preferably with someone else so we don't have to stop driving except to gas up or stop for stuff -- just for the heck of it.

Since my birthday's earlier in the month of August (august 6th), I'll have the sixth until whenever school starts to fulfil my roadtrip . . . awesomeness. Assuming I get school supplies and stuff beforehand. Which I assume I will. I'll hopefully have a laptop by then so I'll be able to blog my way through my roadtrip. That'll be the awesomest thing this blog will see BY FAR.

OH SNAP ONCE AGAIN IT'S KATIE'S QUOTE OF THE WEEK.

Actually, this week, I have a selection of quotes from Katie's Halloween party last night.

*In response to Rudy falling off the cliff in Ice Age Three*
KEVIN: MY GUINEA PIG!!!

*Out on the bike trail (at like, 10:30-11:00 at night)*
DR. J (Katie's dad): Yeah, last night I was out here and I was scared. *Dons pseudo-creepy voice* It was a dark and stormy night. A shot was heard in the distance, a girl screamed *Taylor randomly, kind-of screamed*, and a pirate ship appeared on the horizon . . .
TAYLOR: This story is getting less and less believeable.
ME: *In gales of laughter*

Cirque Du Freak and Mr. Cellophane

2009-09-22T18:18:00.000-07:00

Tunes: Mr. Cellophane -- Chicago, sung by John C. Reilly
Mood: Pleasantly surprised

I was just reading and update on Darren Shan's blog -- www.therealdarrenshan.wordpress.com -- and the post was about the Cirque Du Freak movie coming up, with John C. Reilly as Mr. Crepsley (awesomest vampire EVER.) when, all of a sudden, Mr. Cellophane came on, just as I was reading it. I found it oddly coincidential, and sat back to soak in the moment. It was pretty epic, actually.

JCR is OK, but Anthony Hopkins just cannot be beat! The guy won a best actor oscar for a movie where he was on the screen for sixteen minutes. Only sixteen minutes. That's good acting for sure!

The Cirque Du Freak movie is coming out on October 23rd. We're using as a S.A.D.D. movie, I think.

S.A.D.D. -- Students Against Drugs and Drinking, or Students Against Drinking and Driving or Students Against Destructive Desicions -- is a group at my school, which I am co-president of, along with my friend John. It's basically a drug-free program. We hold movies to help the local theater, and we do concessions at football games and stuff.

Our small town theater isn't doin'-a so well. I mean, with this economy, what do you expect? And it's even worse, being locally owned and everything. I mean, the multiplex in Hinkley is doing great, by the looks of it, but we're another story completely.

I'd write more, but I'm dead tired and have a book to read.

ciau.

Through With You/ day of the (actually dead) dead

2009-09-18T22:35:00.000-07:00

Tunes: Through With You - Maroon 5
Mood: Intrigued, Tired, Achey.

I'm trying to determine my career. I'd like to be either a Chef or a Mortician.

Pretty weird variaty, eh?

And no, I'm not Hannibal Lecter. And yes, I just realized how creepy this is after thinking about that.

OH SNAP IT'S KATIE'S QUOTE OF THE WEEK.

" *Randomly throws pencil on table. Bounces* Lorry."
"What? Did you just say 'lorry'?"
"I said sorry."

Sorry, that was a bit random, but I forgot. And now that the school year is in full swing and I have five classes with Katie, we'll be sure to get alot of awesome quotes, people!

But back to my insane (future) career choices.

Let's look at the pros and cons.

MORTICIAN:

SONG: NIGHT SURGEON - REPO! THE GENETIC OPERA

PROS:
You talk to almost no one.
You get medical experience.
The dead can't complain.
It's a chance to get involved in the police force -- helping out with homicides and such.
It's something you have to think about -- you have to carefully figure out the cause of death.
Weird hours for weird people!
You don't have to be social at all.
You have to be weird for this job.
You're an importan asset to society.
You'll always be in demand -- I mean, everyone dies.
Knowing about death to a point where it seems so natural, it's not scary.
Ability to deal well with grief.
You can dance around in the morgue and the dead won't tell.
Scalpels.
CSI.

CONS:
Dealing with stiffs all day.(*rimshot*)
Rigor Mortis in males. (a.k.a. dealing with stiffies all day. *rimshot*)
Weird hours.
Probably being looked at weirdly, if people know your occupation.
Awkward conversations with people.
You have to be emotionally stable for the job.

Hmmm. Well, the pros outweigh the cons, but that last one may have me out of the running. Let's see about chef.

CHEF:

SONG: THE BAKER - THE AQUABATS

PROS:
Working with food.
It's an artsy job.
Baking is fun.
It's a theraputic activity.
You always have to taste test!
You don't have to be emotionally stable.
You can dance around in the kitchen and the food won't tell.
Knives.
Food Network.
Regular hours.
Requires skill and focus.
Playing with a color palate to get frosting and fondant colors right.
Making a rainbow-colored cake.
Bringing smiles to peoples faces with wonderful baked goodies and foods.
Awesome chef's coat thingy.

CONS:

Oh, the complaints!
Budget
Finding job
It's probably not going to be in that high of demand.
Difficulty of being accepted into a culinary arts school.
Establishing a resteraunt.
Getting the methods right.

Hmm. The pros also outweigh the cons. Well, I have six+ years to decide!

One Night in Bangkok

2009-08-31T21:12:00.001-07:00

Tunes: One Night in Bankok - CHESS the musical
Mood: Pleasantly surprised/Excited

Today, I was on wikipedia looking for reading recomendations, and I was on the Stephen King Bibliography page, and one of the first things that popped out at me was the description of his novel 'Rage.' I got a little excited, but then I saw a little note that said, 'Out of Print.' So, a little bummed, I kept scrolling down. I then saw a familiar title, 'The Bachman Books.' I remembered seeing a hardcover of that in my mom's car trunk! I laughed at the thought, and it turned out to be a collection of short stories: The Running Man, The Long Walk, Road Work, and . . . . 'Rage.' I clicked on the link to the book's article.

Turns out this book's been out of print for over ten years in the USA. It went out of print in 1997, because of the contents of 'Rage', and something about a school shooting (I don't mean to sound ignorant, I just don't want to go into details. I'll link to the articles at the end of the post).

So, what are the odds that I stumble upon something I want to read, it's out of print, and it turns out a not-easy-at-all-to-find editon of it is in the back of my mom's freakin' car?

How often does this happen? Honestly? That's like finding a first edition copy of Susan Kay's 'Phantom' at my local thrift store, in good condition (which I'm still hoping will happen).

So, with a little mental math, the book in the back of my mom's car is older than both my little step siblings.

And possibly me. The first edition came out in . . . 1985, I think.

Let me restate this in a new way:

THIS BOOK IS OLDER THAN BOTH OF MY MOM'S MARRIAGES HAVE BEEN. AND ALWAYS WILL BE.

***Once again, I'd like to remind all y'all that banned book week is closing in on us. Look forward to awesomeness during that week.

Recipe

2009-08-19T18:21:00.000-07:00

OK -- I just got stressed out (i.e. angry in the blood) while reading anti-twilight stuff (I'm opposed to Twilight -- and the things these people said got me rallied up for a protest) so I decided to make some tea. I make amazing tea -- I use tea bags, just for referance. But, here's my recipe for good time, anti-stress tea.

Mackenzie's Anti-Stress Tea

Things you need:

1 mint tea bag of your choice
1 honey bear (optional)
Enough water to fill your cup/mug up 4/5 or about an inch from the top
Chocolate Syrup
Milk
Sugar

Boil your water. Use a kettle, use a pot, use a microwave, whatever.
Pour water into mug/cup -- 'til there's water an inch from the top
Use mint tea bag on water -- how strong you like it is up to you.
Add as much milk as you usually do -- same with the sugar.
Pour about three tablespoons of Chocolate syrup into tea -- actually, just do it to your own taste specifications.
Add about a teaspoon of honey, if you do that. This is actually my first time using honey on tea -- it's kinda . . . eh. It adds an extra bite of sweetness that I like to get from coffee and hot chocolate -- so, it's good. This is personally the way I like my tea. If you'd like to subsitute cinnamon for chocolate, go for it. If you wanna use molasses instead of honey, go for it! You're in control!

*** I'd, once again, like to remind readers that Banned Book week is coming up -- September 26 to October 3. There'll be a lot of goodies that week -- so stop by and see what's cooking!

Just the Facts

2009-08-16T22:06:00.000-07:00

I was watching Nancy Grace the other day at like, 3:00 AM and I figured out that Nancy needs to get her facts straight. Her comment was something along the lines of:

[snip]
". . .second hand smoke increasing the chance of SIDS . . ."
[snip]

This was not a news story -- just a comment about SIDS that was redirected from a comment about smoking. I'm not sure if this was live, or anything -- I don't know what time zone it was in, so I have no clue if the idea was even logical or not -- but this is wrong.

First off, SIDS (standing for 'Sudden Infant Death Syndrome') is a diagnosis that doctors give you when there's no cosmetic reason why your baby's dead. But, if they perform an autopsy, the majority of the time, it's deemed to be suffocation.

Suffocation. Second hand smoke doesn't cause you to stop breathing -- at least, it didn't do that the last time I checked. Suffocation is caused by pillows over faces, duct tape over mouth and nasal cavities, and stuff like that -- second hand smoke may eventually make you stop breathing, but not within a few weeks or anything. When things like this are mentioned by "legit" news sources -- it just makes me cringe, honestly. Because so many stupid people only go off the information they get from "The O'Reilly Factor" or "Nancy Grace" and other shows like that. In fact, these TV shows should have a warning screen showed before they air -- "WARNING! STATEMENTS THAT ARE IMPROMPU MAY BE TOTAL BULL. CHECK A RELIABLE RESOURCE BEFORE ASSUMING THAT THIS IS ALL FACT." Which, it probably isn't -- all fact, that is. In fact, this post probably isn't all fact. I doubt it, actually. I might have gotten something wrong.

In fact, most of this is opinion -- the entire blog, that is. This post is mostly fact with my opinion on crappy news programs mixed into it.

*** I'd like to remind readers that Banned Book week is September 26th to October 3rd. I'll have something fun posted every day of that week for you guys. (i.e. Banned book week cookies and lots of lists and book recommendations.)

Humpty Dumpty and FAILDump

2009-07-07T18:02:00.000-07:00

(You may notice some changes in the site -- I like to keep everything fun, at all times, so I'll tend to change the layout and crap randomly.)

Welcome, one and all! I know, I haven't updated since June, but I've been busy. [Summerschool, Vacation Bible School volunteering, the chitlins (my little step-siblings), et cetera.] So, here's some FAIL and hilarity for you -- along with a few other pictures. (My favorite one's the last one.)

Speaking of the Chitlins . . . .

I really don't like my little step-sibs. I have never -- ever had to explain my vocabulary on a daily basis. EVER. But they're Eight and Six years old, and having an older step-sister with the vocabulary of a Forty-two year old is kind of a downside. But, also, having Eight and Six year old step siblings that can't read really, really agitates me. I'm serious -- I was half of Megan's (my Eight-year-old step-brat) age and twice her IQ when I could read! Dylan (Six year old step-brat) can't read at all, as apposed to Megan, who can read a bit. When I was dylan's age, I was reading fourth-grade stuff!

*Sigh* Schools these days are going to the dogs -- especially because parents think that schools will teach kids everything. I mean, I learned to read at home. Same thing with most of my spelling. I couldn't tie my shoes until I was dylans age, though. (Don't judge! My mom did it weird! I still tie my shoes the bunny-ears way, and I'm completely fine with that!)

Speaking of ("When I was dylan's age, I was reading fourth-grade stuff!"). . . I remember that I was an avid lover of R.L. Stine when I was dylan's age. I thought about that a few weeks back, and I remembered that I had a 'Ghosts Of Fear Street' book in my closet. I took it out, and I read it in less than an hour. (It was 'How To Be A Vampire,' if you're wondering.) I brought back a lot of lame, six-year-old me memories. One that I remember reading the most was 'Say Cheese and Die!' in the Goosebumps series.

. . . Ah, memories. I kinda miss being six or seven. But now, I've grown up in leaps and bounds and have graduated into my current state of mind.

PPIIIICCC DUUUMMMMPPP!!!

Katie's Quote of the . . . period of time!!! (Ha! You probably thought I'd forgotten!)

[Sung in rap form]

Humpty Dumpty sat on a wall

Humpty Dumpty had a great fall

-- and all the kings horses

and all the kings men said

What? Ain't that funkay now!

Hump-de-dump

Hump-hump-de-dumpty-dumpty(repeat)

Jack and Jill went up the hill

to fetch a pale of wa-ter

Jack fell down and broke his crown,

said What? Ain't that funkay now!

[Chorus]

There was an old woman, who lived in a shoe

She had so many children, didn't know what to do

She gave them some broth, without any bread,

Said What? Aint that funkay now!

[Chorus]

[you can actually do this with most mother-goose rhymes.]

Ok, that was like, amazingly fun!

My personal hell . . .

2009-06-24T22:05:00.000-07:00

. . . would be this:

mis-matching socks
Circle I Limbo

people who can't spell
Circle II Whirling in a Dark & Stormy Wind

Cthulu
Circle III Mud, Rain, Cold, Hail & Snow

iPod shuffles, rednecks
Circle IV Rolling Weights

Bees, twilight
Circle V Stuck in Mud, Mangled

River Styx

AIDS
Circle VI Buried for Eternity

River Phlegyas

people with crappy grammar
Circle VII Burning Sands

People who use the word 'Gay' in the wrong sense
Circle IIX Immersed in Excrement

Twilight fangirls, Edward fangirls
Circle IX Frozen in Ice

Design your own hell

Twilight fangirls and Edward fangirls are pretty annoying, so they're in the ninth circle. I have no idea why Cthulu is on there -- he's just awesome. H.P. Lovecraft for the win! Oh, speaking of Twilght . . . (click on the pic to enlarge it, if you need to.)

. . . yeah, appologies.

2009-06-10T13:38:00.000-07:00

I am SO SORRY that I haven't posted in like, forever!

Katie's Quote Of The Week!

"LET'S HAVE A TEA PARTY!"

I appologise for the inconsistency of my blog lately. I've been prepping for my Guthrie Trip tomarrow. Yay hooray for Theatre!!

. . . I'll have to take and post Pictures of Mr. ANGRYFACE and ms. flurty. I got bored of looking at the stupid plastic cylinder that blank CD's come in -- so I drew faces on it.

That was random. Oh well.

PIC DUMP!

^^^^^^^^^^^^^^REPO! Lol-thing.^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^

^^^^ Pseudo-REPO! Warning Label I made Online.^^^^

^Another Pseudo-REPO! Warning Label that I made online.^

I will probably not post tomarrow -- being totally booked from 7:00 AM to about 10:00 PM. I'll have some fresh material on . . . Friday though.

I hope.

Sorry to be tardy to the party . . .

2009-05-31T16:57:00.000-07:00

but I've been busy as heck -- I've got to set up summerschool and all that stuff.

Katie's (Late) Quote Of The Week:

"IT GLOWS IN THE DARK!!"

and . . .

"YOU'RE . . . TOO . . . LITTLE . . . !

Tomorrow, I PROMISE two fresh quotes from Katie herself.

I got brownie points from the play choreographer for my Anne Frank cake -- she had some because she's like, my english teacher's best friend. Don't ask. But, I got major -- MAJOR brownie points.

Speaking of Deb the Choreographer . . .

I was at my sister's boyfriends little dinner-theater performance in my town, and during intermission, Deb came up to me, and a little conversation ensued:

DEB: Y'know one thing that became apparent when I was watching your Anne Frank performance?

ME: And what was that?

DEB: YOU are a Drama kid!*** Most of the other kids, after they did their part, they just kinda stared off into space -- while YOU where acting from *snaps* beginning to end *snaps*. But yea -- YOU are a Drama kid! Just thought you'd like to know that!

ME: *Smiles profusely*

*** OK, just so you know, being an *Official* Drama kid is the highest degree of compliment I've gotten since Katie's older brother -- IT'S SAM! -- said I was good. He's like, the best actor in our school -- that was one awesome moment there, but having the Choreographer, who works with both the senior - and junior- high directors, and has seen me act a good few times . . . that's a freaking AMAZING compliment -- yay me!

. . . I was going to have a celebratory picdump . . . but the stupid thing is NOT working again . . . Grrr.

Oh, and this is for Bekkah ---

I'M A MAGIC EAGLE!

News News News! (& Karma)

2009-05-24T18:35:00.000-07:00

I'm sad to report that tomorrow is Memorial day -- henceforth, no school -- henceforth, no Katie Quote until TUESDAY! *Wipes tear from face* I know, sad, sad, sad! BUT -- I will give you two quotes instead of one. So, be happy for tuesday!

Oh, yes, and to all of you who read the first post about Fred -- my dictionary, I'd like to post a picture of him for you all:

. . . my computer is being a jerk, so I'll try to get a picture later.

So, there is Fred -- who contributed to www.meltdownlogic.blogspot.com with the wonderful name . . . meltdown logic. A round of applause for Fred, everyone! *clapclapclapclap*

On to bigger and better things . . .

Like tuesday, and tommorow. Tommorow, I have to make a cake for the scene in Anne Frank that my english class is doing [Act II scene I, I'm Mrs. Frank.]. I'm thinking chocolate cake w/ vanilla frosting, so I can add a bit of food coloring and write 'Peace in 1944' on the top in colored frosting, with white frosting as a base. I'll post pictures tomorrow.

Tuesday -- Anne Frank, as I said. Hopefully, Mrs. Frank will not have to smack a ho -- I'm stuck with two idiots who can't act and are complaining about their parts -- while one of them has the male lead. My english teacher says that she may be doubting his acting abilities, and may be switching him over to narrator. Hehehe -- Karma at it's best.

Speaking of Karma, my sister and I saw that the Brownie batter blizzard is back -- so we went to get ice cream. She wanted a crunch cone -- she loves her crunch cones. This is a good time to mention that she always eats a big bite of my blizzard every time I order one because she gets her hands on it first.

Back to this, though. She goes to order. Mine's good to go - I got the BBB, and it turns out, they don't have any crunch -- and there won't be any until tomorrow. What now?! She takes a big bite of my blizzard -- but then she hands me her chocolate soft serve cone, which I take a bite of myself.

Karma finally taught my sister a lesson!

That's all for today . . .

Oh, yeah . . .

On thursday, my grade is due to go to this pseudo-water park.

And I hate how my stomach looks with my swimsuit.

Legs? No prob.

Boobs? Totally fine.

. . . tummy?

No. I just can't deal with how my stomach looks. I mean, I know that I'm on the heavy side . . . but . . . yeah. I mean, what self-respecting teen has strech marks? Ew. Well, there's me, and I suppose a few other weirdies.

Fortunatley, I am one of the few people with body issues that knows that:

A) Cutting does not make you lose weight,
B) Anorexia is not going to get me anywhere
C) Neither will Bulimia.

That's kind of a plus side . . .

In some perverse way, I suppose it's a plus.

Kind of.

Besides, I have PostSecret to help me.

Yay hooray for Frank and PostSecret.

For anyone out there with problems . . .

www.postsecret.blogspot.com

it really, really helps.

Random things

2009-05-18T14:51:00.000-07:00

OK first off . . . todays quote, there, on the right -- is by a guy named Francis BACON. How amazing is that? Seriously? Bacon rules, yo.

Katies Quote Of The Week!

"I think Hell . . . Is East. *Points to her right*"

OK, that's done with.

NEWS FLASH! I am now rescheduled to go to Phantom on THURSDAY. The upside to this?

1) I got to go to the Fall Out Boy Concert last night,

2) I get better seats

3) I get to come to school on a FRIDAY with a PHANTOM HIGH.

4) I'll get to . . .

5) I forgot number four.

6) And five and six.

7) And seven.

8) Oh well.

Also, early picdump -- because I dont think I'll be posting on wednesday. So . . . early picdump! Yay!

I think that may conclude my post.

5/14/09

2009-05-14T13:49:00.000-07:00

Hey there -- new post here, though it's nothing special. Phantom in three days -- technically, I'm counting today. Not counting today, which I normally do, it's two. So . . . yeah, two days not counting today. Wonderful thing, theater . . .

So -- I'm currently at this cool little hangout, warehouse 214, in my town. Nice place, kinda cool. Reminiscent of Block 22 in Blue Bloods, kinda -- but not really. Going out for Pizza with some friends after this, at four-thirty.

Mrs. D -- my favorite former teacher, gave me an amazing copy of Dracula, Frankenstein, along with Dr. Jeckyll and Mr. Hyde -- great books, all of them, and are sure to keep me up at night.

Gotta go --

A New feature?

2009-05-13T19:46:00.000-07:00

OK, I'm very excited about going to Phantom in three days -- so I'm declaring wednesdays PicDump Wednesday! So I've got fifteen images to show you -- NOTE: None of these are mine -- I stumbled most of these, so don't sue me, sue the internet for being so amazing sometimes.

And here is your picdump!

I hope you enjoy this new feature -- I think I do! I also hope to continue this blog through the next few years -- maybe even through High school. And I hope I gather a handful of faithful readers to see me through these years -- thank you to all my readers!

News and maybe another rant . . . ?

2009-05-11T17:50:00.000-07:00

First off, a site that I left off of my original first post list:

http://thehumanmarvels.com/

It's a nice site about cool human oddities -- such as Grady Stiles Jr. The Murdereous lobster man! A good read if you're bored or need something to occupy you. I stumbled it a while back and totally loved it!

OK, so I've decided to add a new feature to my blog:

Katie's quote of the week!

It'll be a weekly quote by my friend Katie -- she's immensely cool . . . like Giraffe cool. (And giraffes are like, cool.)

Ok, so here is is:

Katies quote of the week is . . .

"I love raisins -- they're wrinkley and remind me of old people!"

So, there is our Katie-ism for the week! I suppose I could rant . . . for a bit. I suppose I could do a 'Grinds My Gears' rant, about things that just grind my gears. So let's start with clingy people.

OK, so I know this guy -- known him since third grade -- and he's just so freaking clingy. He thinks I'm his best friend -- news flash, but, no offense, you're not. Ok, this guy is not to be confused with John. John is fantastical. This guy loses at life. (more on the losing/winning of life scale later, though.) He's just so . . . gaaaahhh. I want to carve him into the mashed potatoes I'm eating (Three or four cheese -- betty crocker. It's instant.) and then stab it. The potatoes. Because, of course, I still want to eat them. (Who would put amazing food like that to waste? Seriously?)

Also, you know what really grinds my gears? Crappy food. Like freezer-burnt TV dinners -- ew. I prefer stuff like Fish Fillets, wontons, general tso's chicken, pasta, anything with Garlic in it (except freezer-burnt TV dinners!), and my aunt's amazing pork and carrot and stuff eggrolls. Yum-O (I hope that's not copyright infringement . . .). Oh, and pudding. Yes. I love my pudding. (Yum -- now I'm craving pudding! To the refrigerator!) Freezer pizza is OK too, as long as you put some extra cheese and onions on it. (I know, I'm a freak.)

OK, I promised you information on the winning and losing of life scale. It goes on a rating of Epic win, to Epic flail, to Epic FAIL.

Epic Win:
Me
Katie
John
Bekkah, etc.

Epic Flail:
Wookies
MagiKarp
Billy Mayes
the Daleks from Dr. Who

Epic FAIL:
Aformentioned guy
Other stupid guy that I know
The guy that punched me in the face
Above guy's hick friend.

So, everythings doubleplusgood, right?

Right.

Another thing that grinds my gears is people that think they're awesomely amazing -- you know, those people who's heads are so far up their butts that they're having adventures in Narnia? Yeah, those people. You know who you are.

I think.

The other first post

2009-05-10T13:00:00.001-07:00

Since the first post was so boring, I've decided to make a FIRST POST VERSION 2.0! So, this post is going to be a rant. What's it about? A lot of things! From banned books to H1-N1, here comes my rant.

OK, so I don't get why some books are banned in some places (like kansas) and not in other places, like minnesota. And what makes them banned? I mean, Nineteen Eighty-four's been banned in who knows how many states? It's a good book too. Kinda like Maximum Ride, but more on that later. I think some books are banned -- and sometimes burned -- because some idiots think it will influence people like me in the wrong ways. How do you influence someone in the wrong way? Influence is influence, one way or the other. I mean, my sixth grade teacher influenced everyone badly, but no one says anything about it but me. My seventh grade study skill teacher influenced me in like, the best possible ways, and everyone speaks well of her. In real life, no one cares to bring up bad influence, but with books, it's like . . . like in "The Chocolate War" There are some . . . explicit scenes . . . in it. Well, someone sees that, or sees that "The Catcher In The Rye" swears every ten words, and they're all like,

"INTO THE FIRE!!!! BURN IT BURN IT! GET IT AWAY FROM OUR CHILDREN!"

When in fact it's a really good book that could help your kid figure out their life. For example: My sister does not want me to read "Lord Of The Flies" (This is banned in some places -- not where I live. It seems our curiculum is made up of mostly banned books, such as "Brave New World," and "The Giver," along with stuff like, "Animal Farm," and "Nineteen Eighty-four.") Because I "Won't understand it" Yeah. No. I've been reading at a college level for four-five years now. I have the vocabulary of an English major, and my sister says I "Won't understand it?" Yeah, maybe it has some 'olde' english in it, but I've seen three Shakespeare plays -- I get 'olde' english pretty well. I'm determined to read it, before eleventh grade, too -- when my sister read it.

This subject is getting a little hot (get it, burning books?), so I'm moving on to something else:

Politics and the crap going on around the globe.

Let's start with the swine flu. Eh-hem, I mean H1-N1.

IT'S NOT THAT SERIOUS. DEAL WITH IT. YOU WANNA BLOW SOMETHING OUT OF PROPORTION? RAISE MY GEOGRAPHY GRADE.

Seriously. I think the press is just going to town with this. I mean, a big, juicy bone of a story for every reporter across the globe? Who wouldn't hop at the chance? I would. Honestly. I would totally blow everything out of proportion -- inflate the ammount of possible cases, everything. If I ran the press, this'd be a disaster.

But I'm a blogger, so I get to trash them for this.

It's terrible. I mean, it's great that they're admitting that it's dying down, but then they add ominously, "But it'll be back and even worse come autumn and winter!" Oooh. Scary. The idea is (sarcasm) So, so frightening! (/sarcasm)

I hope that I'm not going to get vaporized 1984-style for typing this. *Gulp*

Oh, well.

I think I'll talk about upcoming events in my life next.

I'm going to Phantom Of The Opera on May 17th -- one week to go! I've been a Phantom Of The Opera 'Phan' since I was ten. It's been a while. I'm very excited -- I think we have John Cudia as Erik -- The Phantom.

The last day of school is Nigh -- that's going to be one fun time, summer. Look forward to more blog posts. Recomended reading lists, et cetera. Fun links and tutorials, hopefully. Maybe. If I remember. I might upload some videos, too. I might to that this week. Who knows?

I'm currently moving. I'm just waiting for a time to jump in to the new house and get to a point where I can ride the bus. Except we lack internet there. For now. We might get the old computer fixed up by a friend of ours, and then we'll install that at the new house. We have satellite.

random fact of the post:

I got the name of this blog through Fred -- my old, waterlogged dictionary. I picked two words at random from him -- meltdown and logic. And then I combined them. Thank you Fred, thank you.

Peace.

First post

2009-05-10T12:52:00.000-07:00

May tenth, two-thousand nine. Two fifty-five P.M.

This is my first post -- not very exciting, I know. But I will spruce it up with some links to my favorite things on the web, after some info:

I'm J.D. I have recently started a blog of randomness. You are looking at it. It will get very much more exciting as time goes on.

And here is some amazingness:

www.postsecret.blogspot.com

www.phantomoftheopera.com

www.repo-opera.com/boards

www.darrenshan.com

http://www.amasci.com/~billb/cgi-bin/instr/instr.html

http://www.friendsorenemies.com/cp/fobtrail/

This concludes my first post. I apologise for the boringness of it.