Tee hee.

That is my nerdgasm giggle, in case you were wondering.

See what I did there? That's a link in HTML code.

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That's my slightly evil plotting giggle.

Let me make it in ITALICS for you.

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See? SEE?! You're seeing what I did here. Well, not really, because you can't see my Edit HTML page that I have open right now.

Maybe I should make it BOLD.

Heheheheheh...

Or UNDERLINED.

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Or maybe we should do ALL THREE!

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Maybe we shouldn't use that.

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Oh look! A link!

Oh look! Another link!

Yeah, I dunno. I just Googled "lolcats" and that's what came up.

Anyway.

Zack's going to camp. Ha.

The Street Fair was today (technically yesterday) and has been going on since Friday. Sometimes you can hear people cheering for the bands that play from my house. It's fun though. Lots of cool stuff to see.

Raechelle and I walked down today (technically yesterday) to get some frames for my artwork and to get a panda hat for me. That ended up turning into getting brunch at Easy Street and seeing a band play funkadelic music on the California Stage. I also got a boob cookie. No joke; a cookie that looked like a boob. Sorta. It was basically a round cookie covered in pink frosting with a Hershey's Kiss in the middle.

So that was cool.

Shoop will say goodbye to you now. Happy 10th (11th) of July!

IMMA FIRIN MA LAZORR (blaarrgh)

...AND ANOTHER THING!

I know my last post says Friday, July 8, 2011 but that was last night to me. It's not "tomorrow" to me until I wake up in the morning. And then whenever I wake up is morning, even if it's noon.

But anyway, what led me to post was that Kathy and I are friends again. Fully. Like, for serious. And I realized that the reason why she didn't want to be friends with me was because of me. And that was SO true and it wasn't until she started telling me all the bitchy things I did that I realized that I was INSANE when we had that fight. Like, seriously crazy and out of my mind. I knew this because when she started recalling everything I said, I didn't remember any of it.

For instance:

1. I had told her that I hid her boyfriend from my Facebook news feed because I couldn't stand to look at his profile picture all the time because I hated him and I didn't want to look at him anymore. To her virtual face. Which is really mean. I would never say that now.

2. I had told her that I purposefully ignored her because when I looked at her I could only imagine her with a [slang for male genetalia] in her mouth.

3. I called her a bitch behind her back, and things like that. I think the people who told her that lied, though, because I think I would have remembered something like that.

4. I had outright told her that I couldn't imagine her with anyone but Andy and that the thought of her with someone else sickened me. Whenever she told me about these things, I would cringe and make disgusted noises.

5. I said that I felt that if everyone didn't like me, they would just have to deal with me.

6. I said that the way that Kathy acted around me made me depressed and I tried to shoulder everything onto her and make everything that I was feeling her fault.

I think that's enough to make me (and you) see how insane I was in that month or two and that I apparently had some kind of psychological thing going on.

When she told me I was like this, and how she felt about the whole thing, I felt EXTREMELY guilty, especially after all the things I said and did to her. I'm now calling it the Insane Era. December through... I dunno. February? Hm.

Anyway, today was Westfest. Kathy came over and we walked around. I was going to withdraw money to spend, but the Key Bank ATM was being glitchy and stupid so I couldn't.

That's about all I have to say, but I had to say those IMMEDIATELY so that's what's happening. I'm saying them immediately.

Bye again!

**EDIT**

As some of you may have noticed, I removed my post about Jenna Rose. This was not only because I had wrong information, but also because it was too long, tedious, and unnecessary. I'm sorry to Anonymous, who commented on that post, if it seemed like I deleted it solely for the purpose of being right.

That is all.

Happy(ish) Fourth of July!

I just realized how silly calling it "The Fourth of July" is. I mean, we don't call Christmas "The Twenty-Fifth of December" or Valentine's Day "The Fourteenth of February", now do we? It would make more sense to call it Independence Day, because it was the day the Declaration of Independence was signed. You just don't go around saying things like, "HAPPY SEVENTH OF JULY!!" because that wouldn't make any sense.

Aaaaanyway...

I've had a pretty uneventful summer so far. Four more days until Free Slurpee Day at 7/11. That should be fun. Except the only free ones are the 7 oz ones that are all tiny. But who's complaining? I mean hey, free Slurpees.

I am getting so far off topic it's ridiculous. I start saying something about my life and then I start saying stuff about a completely unrelated topic. I guess that's what a blog like this is about; stream of consciousness. That's all I really use it for anyway because it's unhealthy to talk to myself, so I write it all out in a blog. I guess it's keeping people entertained so far, right?

Well.

My former-favorite web comic, Ctrl+Alt+Del is now getting boring. Now pretty much the only web comic I read is Doctor Cat, which I think is pretty funny, probably because I'm a cat lover.

That reminds me of a video I saw the other day:



It was songified, too, by Schmoyoho. Those people are GENIUSES.



Well, anyway, That about wraps it up for now.

Bye!

Goodbye hair!

I said goodbye to (most of) my hair yesterday, as 11 inches were cut off and shipped to Florida.

Let me explain.

My original plan for my hair was to wait for it to grow out a bit longer so that when we cut all the dyed hair off (which was supposed to stay in for 30 days, but decided to stay for 2 years) it would be about shoulder-length. But no. I wanted it off, and I wanted it off ASAP.

So a few weeks went by of trying to get into the salon and get my hair cut, but it just wasn't working out, until finally, we went in and they were OPEN. Thank god. But Jamie wasn't in. So we made an appointment for the next day, which was Thursday, and now my hair is short.

Before

After

So, as you can see, the change was rather dramatic. I just have to learn to use less shampoo.

On another note, it's really really hot outside. Almost 80 degrees. Pretty crazy. And it's already July.

Jeez.

I see the rainbow!

Today was the last day of school. I was SOOOOO excited that I would get to sleep in pretty much every day for the next two and a half months, but at the same time I was kinda sad that the school was getting demolished. Even if it wasn't, I still would be missing a lot of my friends from The School (which will now be referred to as The Middle School, since I'll be in high school next year. THAT will take the title of The School.) since many of them are going to The Rival School or some other hipster school that I've never heard of. I'm number 80-something on the waiting list for The School now, since I'm technically enrolled in The Rival School at the moment.

There's a reason for that, actually, and it's quite a funny story.

Back in March, my parents faxed in my transfer papers to enroll me in The School. I checked at the end of May, and I wasn't on the waiting list, while all of my friends who live near me were number 4 and 11 and they had turned their papers in probably a month after we did mine. So we printed out a copy of my papers and headed down to the district office, and had a little talk with the man at the desk. He said that they had never gotten the papers, and this was because sometimes the faxes turn up as blank pieces of paper. That was us. So we gave him the papers, he fussed with other papers and folders and files and a computer, stamped something, stapled something, and told us that I was to be number 84 on the waiting list.

WTF.

But that aside, It's been a pretty good few weeks.

Stephanie is part of an organization called Rainbow Girls, which is a fancy, upper-class (yet still somewhat cheap) community service program. They do catering and sell stuff, all that jazz, and there are lots of events, like going camping or going to Gameworks or the zoo. They wear ballroom gowns a lot. It seems pretty fun.

So I told Stephanie that I want to sign up, and she FREAKED OUT and said, "OH MY GOD!!! That's so AWESOME!!" and started right away at getting me a petition and stuff.

So today I went with her to a meeting. I was immediately accepted, not only into the community, but also fundamentally into the group. Since I haven't been initiated yet, however, when I attend the meetings, I get to sit on the west side of the Worthy Associate or whatever, which is a fancy way of saying "second in command of the second in command"; after that there's Worthy Somethingorother and then the Something Mother. I haven't really gotten it all down yet, but everybody's extremely nice and I think I have a lot in common with some of them. It should be an interesting experience, and as a bonus, I get community service hours toward high school graduation and college. I don't even know what I'm going to school for, but wherever it is, community service hours will definitely help toward getting in.

So there's my update. See ya.

Hello June, Goodbye Disneyland...

So I was supposed to go to Disneyland on Friday for a band trip. I had had a cough for a few days and was taking NyQuil for it. I'm also fairly certain that this had nothing to do with the fact that I had gone to bed at 7 the previous night in order to wake up at 4 am that morning because the plane left at 6:30 or something like that and I had to be at school at 5:45.

So I woke up at 4 am as planned, except I was so overwhelmed with fatigue that I didn't notice what I was eating and ate a bowl of Frosted Flakes. This was bad because I had a cough. Cough + milk = Horrible cough. So I had a horrible cough. But then I went into the bathroom and threw up. So I was definitely too sick to go to Disneyland, which sucks major ass-hats because I had been planning and worrying and packing for at least a week to go on this trip and was super, super, super excited, but then I was too sick to go. It also sucked because I got up at 4 am for nothing.

So basically that entire day was spent sleeping and watching 80's SNL and the original Twilight Zone series on Netflix Instant Queue. So it wasn't all that bad. Plus I got to be with Raechelle (who had been in West Virginia that whole week) for an extra two and a half days.

Backing up a little ways, before I got sick, my dad and I made chocolate pretzel cookies, which are friggin' DELICIOUS. The best cookies I've ever had. To make them, basically just follow this recipe except instead of the 2 cups chocolate chips, put in 2 cups of a mixture of crumbled chocolate covered pretzels, peanut butter chips, butterscotch chips, and regular chocolate chips. It's REALLY good.

On another note, my portfolio is finally in the last stages of progress. It's been due for a couple weeks, but I was waiting for pictures to get sent back from Rite Aid. What was a ripoff, however, was that when I got them back, the ones that I really needed weren't in there. But that's okay because the portfolio itself is probably plenty big enough.

That's about it for today. See ya!

Ewwww.

I've been sick. I know. Fun, right?

Well, anyway, I went to the doctor today and when she looked in my ears, she couldn't see ANYTHING because there was enough wax in there to open up a candle shop. But she cleaned it out (which hurt a lot) and didn't find anything interesting.

What she did find, however, was that there was a little bit of pus on my tonsils, which every doctor says are HUGE, and that my left sinus passage was clogged. My eyes are also very obviously red and irritated, and I constantly cry out of one eye because it waters all the time. I can safely say that if my eyes weren't watering all the time, I would look high.

As for my ears, it feels like I'm going deaf and I'm not even 20 yet.

I was treated with amoxicillin, which are big pink horse-sized pills that help clear out infections.

As for the cough that I had, cough syrup and lozenges (isn't that word just the best?) should work just fine, and I've been sipping down passion iced tea from Starbucks, so I should be fine.

~*~

So what's up with this "rapture" thing? Saturday, right? 21st of May? Is that where all the Christians are let into heaven? I guess most of my street is going to be pretty much empty. That should be fun. I could technically have my choice of any house on the block and maybe move into a much bigger and nicer house. I can dream, right?

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Bras, man. Being a woman is hard work. I tried on a D at Target and took it home but I wore it the next day and it didn't fit. The bra industry is taking all my money. Damn them.

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Maybe this sickness is just making me insane, but I kinda miss school. Usually I come home and praise the lord that there's no school for a few more hours. But today is different. I just kinda want to see all my friends. Except Andy. Andy can go die in a big crater for all I care.

That will be all for today. This post was brought to you by the letter Q and the number 17,361.449...

Yay Me!

I just found out that I now have an average of nine people who view my blog per day. That's quite an accomplishment, I'd say. Having my blog be open to the public makes me feel a lot better about myself.

Tell your friends!

Anyway, it's been a little while since I last posted, so let's get up to speed.

A couple weeks ago, I played Portal for the first time. It's probably my favorite game ever, with Knytt coming close in second. However, I finished Portal right before Portal 2 came out, which was even better than the first one, which doesn't usually happen. So I had a whole week of a Portal-playing-palooza. I love the game even more because the music that plays over the credits are written by one of my favorite people, Jonathan Coulton, and the lyrics are beautifully written. As a disclosure, the songs don't make much sense unless you've played Portal, and the Black Mesa reference is from Half Life, which comes with The Orange Box, which Portal was originally a part of.





I also downloaded Knytt, which is a fun platformer if you want a game you can think about but not have to try too hard to play.

I'm going to go see Thor on the 6th for my dad's birthday. Looks fun.

Ah, the 70's...

Don't you just love the 70's? I know I do. Especially Elton John and the Brady Bunch Variety Hour. But what's crazy is when somebody does a GORGEOUS cover of an Elton John song and does it somewhat better than him. Now don't start commenting about how it's not true, because it's an opinion is all.

My point is two posts ago, but to save you from going all the way, ALL TEH WAY back in times, I will give you the link right here.

Well, that's about it for now. Eventually (meaning sometime in the vaguely-distant future) I will post something worth reading about.

Fun, fun, fun, fun.

Friday is tomorrow, and hopefully I'll be able to play with a baby again. Yay!

Revamped

Hello, all.

As you may or may not have noticed, I completely revamped my blog, made it less sucky, and really pretty with a new banner and everything. Blogger also had a bunch of new fonts that looked pretty awesome, so there's that.

Not a lot has happened in the last few days, except for the fact that I've taken up crocheting again and taught myself roughly how to actually make stuff instead of little ropes.

And that's about it.

See ya!