The TumBeasts have awoken!

The world might just explode. I have created a Tumblr account.

You can see it here. Facebook started sucking major ass, so I tried to find something worthy of replacement. This might just be it.

Sorry for the annoyingly short post, but I don't feel too terribly good right now. I just thought this should be an update. I will update again tomorrow after (dun dun dunnnnnn) school so that you can know how it goes on the first day.

That's about it. See ya then.

An Ode to the Interwebz...

Not really. I'm not very good at poetry. But I do love the Internet. It's amazing.

Today I was interested in what would come up if I Googled myself, and I found my legit birth story, written by my mother herself. Apparently, I was 5 1/2 hours of labor total from when my mom's water broke to when I fully appeared outside of the womb. Amazing. I guess I was always as awesome as I am now.

I also found an article on the Seattle PI about my family. But what really touched me was seeing my mom's obituary on the Seattle Times website. I didn't know that she was that awesome. I guess I inherited some of that. Emphasis on "some". No matter how awesome I turn out to be, I will NEVER be as awesome as that woman. Nor will I ever be as awesome as Tyler was when he was three, as mentioned in my birth story.

Needless to say, I had a pretty good cry.

~*~

So, last night, I was up for a very long time, mostly on YouTube, but also using StumbleUpon. Now, I love SU, but it always makes me bookmark crap I don't need but every time I look at it, I want to keep it. So I decided to make folders. And that turned out alright.

I've also been thinking, and if I'm going to leave Seattle, I might as well go really really far away to see more interesting things than most of the U.S. holds. Not that I don't love my country, I just want to see something else for a change. So I decided that my dream is to go to London. It looks ridiculously beautiful and a lot like where I live now except the streets are a bit more crowded, they use weird words, and they drive on the other side of the street. Which is fine, I guess. I'm just going to need some funding.

I did some research, and apparently the minimum legal age in the U.S. to travel alone as a minor is 15. I'm totally not going to have the money by then. So when I'm about 17, I think I might go over there to see if I like it first before making any commitments. I've been looking at Oxford and so far they have the most to offer funding-wise, so hopefully going to college itself won't be as bad as the travel expenses, and the transportation expenses, and the living expenses. God knows I don't want to live in a dorm. Public bathrooms are SO not my thing, especially to shower in. My grandparents also apparently have a college fund stored away for both me and my brother, so that will be good too. I used to think that I didn't need scholarships, but this is going to be really, really expensive.

I'm still going to have to do more research, of course, to see if Cambridge has anything more to offer. Either way, it's going to be extremely expensive. It's a good thing I'm not planning on going to college for more than four years. Requirements are also weird because all they talk about are A-Levels, and we don't have that here. It's kind-of confusing. They did talk about International Baccalaureate, though, which they have at Sealth. Which I'm not going to until next year. But that's alright, because the IB programs there aren't offered to freshmen.

But before I bore you with incessant babbling about educational things, I will be off.

Annoyance: It just comes naturally.

I was in a critical mood today so I decided to keep writing footnotes on Stephanie's old old old story that she gave up on a while ago. It keeps me occupied and it really gets the creativity pumping. Not that it needs any more pumping.

But then, as if I needed more annoying things in my life, I looked at pictures of Kathy's boyfriend-thing-whatever and remembered how much he annoyed me. I don't know what the hell propelled me further, but I looked through every single picture of him that exists on Facebook.

I'm sorry Kathy, but your boyfriend-thing-whatever annoys me. I can't help it.

I also watched Selena Gomez attempt a cover of Taylor Swift's You Belong With Me and that made me sad. Mostly for the future of humanity, but also because I have more talent in one skin cell than she has in her entire body and she's famous and I'm not.

Who, me? I'm not bitter. Nooo. Never.

However, my friend Samantha sings. Yes, she does. There is not an available video. The only video there is of her singing is not mine, therefore I cannot embed it.

Ah, well.

I'm probably going to Wild Waves tomorrow. Again. Which is a good thing. I like Wild Waves and last time I went I didn't get to go on all the rides that I wanted to go on. So this should be fun.

Addictions...

Okay, so if you haven't heard of CupOfTeam yet, it's high time you should. Not because you're out of the loop or anything, but because I love them. A LOT. I've probably re-watched their entire video archive three times since discovering them and none of the videos I re-watch get old to me.

So I have compiled a list of my favorites.

Watch them!



WARNING: This next video contains slightly dirty content. Emphasis on SLIGHTLY. It's supposed to be immature, anyway. If you don't get it, see this link for more information.









So yes. That is... all, I suppose. Just an update.

Well, actually, there's the fact that I'm pissed off that at the rival school, you get your schedule on the first day instead of getting them mailed to you beforehand like normal. Apparently, getting your schedule on the first day is normal, but not for me. We also have to get "student mentors" who are juniors/seniors who are supposed to "help you out with the transition into high school". I learn by personal experience.

Kill me now.

I KNEW No Good Would Come From City Folk and Their Flying Machines!

If you don't understand my obscure hipster quotes, that's from the Lost Episode episode of Spongebob.

But anyway, what reminded me of that was this:

I was playing some good ol' RollerCoaster Tycoon. And, of course, the hipster in me plays the very first one from '99, which requires 8-bit graphics. So usually, when I play the game, it automatically switches to 8-bit and then back to ten-billion-gazillion-million-and-one-bit HD graphics that my uses.

This time, however, it did not.

I was very frightened. I thought my computer was going to stay like that forever, because I didn't know how to go in and manually change the graphics quality back up. I thought restarting it would help, but it didn't. Oh noes!



So I went upstairs, near hysteria (because I love my computer that much) and my dad did it.

So that's what happened today.

Also, I will be featured in a Let's Play of Terraria on Tyler's YouTube channel. I will post about that when it's made and also if I think it's worthy of sharing, which I'm not too confident about at the moment. If you don't hear about it within two and a half weeks, don't count on it.

On a completely different note, I've decided I'm going to The Rival School instead of Insight. I think it would be good at broadening my horizons, so to speak. Also, it won't be as bad knowing that neither Zack nor Toby (possibly Andy, but... meh...) got in either, and that my old friend Rosetta will be going there. It should be interesting.

Holy carbs, Batman!

I just weighed myself in at 150 pounds. It might be because I'm "growing", but I just think it's because I don't move around that much and I love food. And when I say I love it, I mean I LOVE. IT.

Come to think of it, I am getting a bit of a tummy.


In other news, it's my first day back from camping with over 450 girls for three days (dear GOD the estrogen). I was initiated into the International Order of the Rainbow for Girls. Don't judge me, because I'm not Masonic by ANY means. However, I do have a teeny bit of Masonry in my family, seeing as my grandmother was a Jobie.

I've decided I'm not an atheist either. I've decided agnostic is the way to go, because of this great quote that I found that totally reflects my beliefs:

Live a good life. If there are gods and they are just, then they will not care how devout you have been, but will welcome you based on the virtues you have lived by. If there are gods, but unjust, then you should not want to worship them. If there are no gods, then you will be gone, but will have lived a noble life that will live on in the memories of your loved ones.

 And then there's the song by Depeche Mode:



So yeah.

Anyway. Camping. It was fun.

I'm not allowed to talk about the initiation because it's apparently a secret, so I won't.

Granite Falls was super duper pretty though. Unfortunately I didn't have a camera, so I didn't take pictures.

I also got an Amazon Kindle  from my lovely grandmother in Cali. Since then I have been reading A Hat Full of Sky by Terry Pratchett, a wonderful book. I love Terry Pratchett. So much. I think I take after my mother in that area. I also seem to have inherited her love for Douglas Adams because I read the first three H2G2 books and so far have been to lazy to either go to the library or buy the eBook of the fourth one. I think that's another reason why I gained weight: I'm extremely lazy.

I went to 7-11 today with Kathy and got some lazy food, which consisted of Chex Mix, Ritz Bits, and white cheddar Cheez-Its, as well as serving-sized Lucky Charms and Froot Loops. No, I didn't eat them all in one sitting. The Cheez-Its and the Ritz Bits I ate in one serving; the Chex Mix was eaten gradually and it came later. I haven't eateen the cereal yet. That'll be tomorrow. It doesn't help that I had ice cream (chocolate chip cookie dough; be jealous) and that my dad made his Cheesy Pasta for dinner tonight. I also used real butter, not margarine like I usually do, on my bagel this morning as well. But the bagel, I think, was whole wheat, so I'm not worried about that. I doubt I had any lunch, either. I never do. Yes, I know it's bad for me, I just don't get hungry so it slips my mind. I don't get hungry until about 4 pm and then it's to late to eat because dinner will come soon after. Oh, AND there's pudding in the fridge as I type this, AND there's a whole bucket of various assorted cookies and brownies sitting on the counter. I also ate at 9:30 last night because I got back in Seattle at 4:30 but my parents weren't home so I waited at Stephanie's house and they came to get me around 9. I didn't eat dinner there because Stephanie pulled out a tub of Phish Food and we were watching House and it was very suspenseful, so I didn't even think about food at that point. So when I got home I had half an apple fritter and a small portion of refried beans and Mexican rice.

I also have yet more to say!

Sadly, I did not get into The School. As you might have known, I was number 80-something on the waiting list and had turned in an appeal to get me up to number 1. This did not happen, and my appeal was denied. So you know what? Screw you, Seattle Public Schools. I'm going to Insight! Next year, though, I'll be coming back more prepared and in person so that you can't not get my forms.

But anyway, I think you ought to know that life has been treating me swimmingly and that I have been a lot happier lately than I have been in a very long time.

I shall leave you adoring fans to your business now. Godspeed, and may you never awaken one morning and find yourself with Iranian death camps for hands and Gorbachev's eyelids attached to your feet.

Tee hee.

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

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

Heheheheheh...

That's my slightly evil plotting giggle.

Let me make it in ITALICS for you.

Heheheheheh...

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.

Heheheheheh...

Or maybe we should do ALL THREE!

Heheheheheh...

Maybe we shouldn't use that.

Heheheheheh...

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.