tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10398143748251946882024-03-19T00:00:26.839-04:00Sporks Are Useless.And Indeed They Are.Dancing Toasthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06709520646006315425noreply@blogger.comBlogger151125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1039814374825194688.post-67561139563593303142011-12-27T15:23:00.001-05:002011-12-27T15:23:42.748-05:00The Spider and the Fly by Mary Howitt<p> “Will you step into my parlor?” said the spider to the fly;<br />“’Tis the prettiest little parlor that ever you did spy.<br />The way into my parlor is up a winding stair,<br />And I have many pretty things to show when you are there.”<br />“O no, no,” said the little fly, “to ask me is in vain,<br />For who goes up your winding stair can ne’er come down again.”</p><p> “I’m sure you must be weary, dear, with soaring up so high;<br />Will you rest upon my little bed?” said the spider to the fly.<br />“There are pretty curtains drawn around, the sheets are fine and thin,<br />And if you like to rest awhile, I’ll snugly tuck you in.”<br />“O no, no,” said the little fly, “for I’ve often heard it said,<br />They <i>never, never wake</i> again, who sleep upon <i>your</i> bed.”</p><p> Said the cunning spider to the fly, “Dear friend, what shall I do,<br />To prove the warm affection I’ve always felt for you?<br />I have within my pantry good store of all that’s nice;<br />I’m sure you’re very welcome; will you please to take a slice?”<br />“O no, no,” said the little fly, “kind sir, that cannot be;<br />I’ve heard what’s in your pantry, and I do not wish to see.”</p><p> “Sweet creature!” said the spider, “You’re witty and you’re wise!<br />How handsome are your gauzy wings, how brilliant are your eyes!<br />I have a little looking-glass upon my parlor shelf,<br />If you’ll step in one moment, dear, you shall behold yourself.”<br />“I thank you, gentle sir,” she said, “for what you’re pleased to say,<br />And bidding you good-morning <i>now</i>, I’ll call <i>another</i> day.”</p><p> The spider turned him round about, and went into his den,<br />For well he knew the silly fly would soon be back again:<br />So he wove a subtle web, in a little corner sly,<br />And set his table ready to dine upon the fly.<br />Then he came out to his door again, and merrily did sing<br />“Come hither, hither, pretty fly, with the pearl and silver wing:<br />Your robes are green and purple; there’s a crest upon your head;<br />Your eyes are like the diamond bright, but mine are dull as lead.”</p><p> Alas, alas! how very soon this silly little fly,<br />Hearing his wily flattering words, came slowly flitting by.<br />With buzzing wings she hung aloft, then near and nearer drew<br />Thinking only of her brilliant eyes, and green and purple hue;<br />Thinking only of her crested head — <i>poor foolish thing!</i> At last,<br />Up jumped the cunning spider, and fiercely held her fast.<br />He dragged her up his winding stair, into his dismal den,<br />Within his little parlor; but she ne’er came out again!</p><p> And now, dear little children, who may this story read,<br />To idle, silly, flattering words, I pray you ne’er give heed;<br />Unto an evil counselor close heart, and ear, and eye,<br />And take a lesson from this tale of the Spider and the Fly.</p>Dancing Toasthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06709520646006315425noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1039814374825194688.post-36080077167115103532011-12-20T15:08:00.000-05:002011-12-20T15:08:07.666-05:00BeginningsI never allowed myself to truly write down all that I've wanted to about trust, hope, and growing up. Like, my purpose in life or whatever. I'm not the first or last to ask this. Nor do I really need an answer. I love movies and what they have to say, but they give this misconception that you need to know what it is. But still, what have I done to help someone? Who have I truly helped, who is truly better off because of me? Who can actually say that they'll miss me when I'm gone, or won't forget the person I was even after years? What can I provide the world with? I'm just a girl who delights in the impermanent. Another possible commitment-complex in this culture of people that think they deserve and expect more for themselves than what they already have. I don't have any realistic ambitions. I'm impulsive and don't have the attention span for over anything over an hour, much less keep a goal in mind. It's too late for me to be a director or an actress or a photographer. My friends have already started on the paths to these careers, and their early start just gives them that much of an advantage. Not to mention all the talent I'm surrounded by, constantly filling me with wonder and simultaneously reminding me that there is always someone better than me out there. And let's face it, people sometimes accept bad actors if they're pretty, as if beauty can make up for talent. I can critique art but not compose anything meaningful, so even if I get a super-expensive professional camera, I won't know what to take pictures of. I can't even get myself to look into knitting, much less movie critiques to enlighten me on what makes a good film, or even to teach myself piano. I don't have the courage to ask for ballet classes, and I yell at people for being concerned with their appearance and reputation, yet I hypocritically do the same. At least I don't feel that a relationship is necessary for esteem or existence. I read and watch inspiring things, and yet the feeling of awe doesn't affect me enough to change the person I am. I don't have a sob story, dedication to anything, or talent. I have no self-control, which is why I'm piling my misery onto an anonymous reader rather than just keeping it to myself. I always wish to be a better person, but whenever an opportunity presents itself for me to become that person, I predictably react like I always do. At least I'm aware of it. All I can do is try.<br />
I know I'm probably not going to be successful in the careers I hope for, but I'm not going to stop hoping. You pass by people on the street and wonder what they did to get where they are, if they're happy with their lives, and if they're not, what their hopes and dreams were and if they were fulfilled, and if these people can be part of your life, as friends or enemies or competition or rivals. I won't let myself relinquish my dreams without something equally satisfying in return, even if it's reality kicking in because it only hurts if you've held on to irrationality for too long.<br />
Comparing the material in this blog to another blog that I love, I wanted to delete this entire blog. But then I checked out the archive and realised how many memories are in here that I'm not willing to forget. Too much love that is important to me even though I know nothing lasts, including myself. Maybe that's why I aspired to be an actress, to be remembered. Or why being a director appeals to me, that I can still speak through my creations and be one in trillions for them. But even the most skilled are forgotten and more deserving people have little voice and so it must go in the relentless blanketing of time.<br />
Becoming an authour's out. You didn't cry reading this, I promise. But maybe I can get into casting. It's close enough in film for me to love, and most realistic. But I'm not going to settle for 'close enough' without trying, even later rather than sooner.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1039814374825194688.post-24406943398748985142011-03-25T16:09:00.006-04:002011-03-25T23:24:37.952-04:00Juno (Spoiler Warning)<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3233/2290450323_ffe0c57d0a.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 321px; height: 500px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3233/2290450323_ffe0c57d0a.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a>Honestly, this movie was amazing. And really indie.<div>At first I didn't wanna watch it because it's about a pregnant teen; sounds idiotic, right?</div><div>It's really not.</div><div>The dialog was awesome and really funny and the characterisation was great; Cera's character had very little screen time, but all the other characters supplied enough background information for us to fully understand everyone's incredulity. Brenda's dog obsession was shown when she was depicted cutting out pictures of dogs although it was mentioned only once, and later she's seen again at that desk with scissors, but this time it's to give Juno's clothing the waistband they need.</div><div>Then Juno herself was hilarious and I absolutely loved her. Her attitude seems nonchalant but what she says kinda makes you think she's cranky and possibly harboring some dark grudge when in reality she isn't; it's just who she is. She seems momentarily pissed off about her parents' divorce in the introduction and when she confronts her dad about love, but that's not a main part of her personality.</div><div>You could also see the depth of Juno and Bleeker's relationship in the props: Bleeker also had a hamburger phone in his bedroom, just like Juno. At one point in the movie (I forget where) there was a picture of their band, before they even mentioned Juno played guitar. </div><div>The whole movie was actually not realistic, it has the guise of being so, but it's not. Her father and stepmother took the news a bit too quietly (my parents would chew my head off my neck with their own teeth and with the help of some rusty garden tools) and she shouldn't have been able to go to school for the last few months because her doctor would've wanted her in the hospital. No one in the world would fall in love with a teacher like Leah liked; it's just crazy. The Loring couple seemed too perfect, even when they divorced it wasn't strong enough to distract the unbelievability, and the fact that the Penny Saver had child advertisements was just outrageous. Actually, the whole idea of the divorce wasn't strong and wasn't developed all the way through. Mark Loring was a freaking pedophile; sincerely creepy. Ultrasound technicians aren't so uppity, either; they usually share their clients' joy and wonderment at seeing developing life. What make you think it was realistic was that her dad and Brenda had Liberty Bell that showed that they truly were happy together although Liberty Bell herself was entirely useless. She couldn't even help Juno feel better by saying something innocent or even make the movie awkward by asking what happened to her sister. </div><div>The camera angles or whatever you call them were perfect and everything was visually stunning and pleasing. Everything was well-lit and pretty much gorgeous, the sets as well.</div><div>When Juno confronts her dad about a vaguely-placed question about love, the answer he provides is jaw-dropping: It is definitely possible for someone to to be happy for the rest of their life with someone. It might take some tries, but you'll find someone who loves you for who you are, fat or skinny, ugly or pretty, they'll "think the sun shines out of your a**".<br />I loved it.</div>Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1039814374825194688.post-83597498092531724922011-03-13T16:31:00.006-04:002011-03-13T17:40:25.985-04:00Book-Shopping<div style="text-align: left;">What's so great about it?</div><div><br /></div><div>The Borders near the local mall was going out of business. Sad, when no one wants books anymore. Everything was 25-50% off. Being the penny-pinching family we are, my family went to buy some books.</div><div>It was really fun. I will never stop loving books EVER.</div><div><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FoLCELXk4Y0/TX0yacbbBlI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/XG1_4WsSbDI/s1600/Yuan%2B022.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 164px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FoLCELXk4Y0/TX0yacbbBlI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/XG1_4WsSbDI/s200/Yuan%2B022.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5583674542898480722" /></a>I finally got <i>Eldest</i>! <i>Eragon</i> was given to me by Sunshine; thanks! For now, all I need is <i>Brisingr</i>, but it's not in paperback yet (At least, I don't think so. They didn't have it/ they were sold out by the time I got there.). I'm so happy~<div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UlI7Js0IO6Q/TX0yZ3wOORI/AAAAAAAAAKI/n52JqvZsYQQ/s1600/Yuan%2B023.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UlI7Js0IO6Q/TX0yZ3wOORI/AAAAAAAAAKI/n52JqvZsYQQ/s200/Yuan%2B023.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5583674533053610258" /></a></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UlI7Js0IO6Q/TX0yZ3wOORI/AAAAAAAAAKI/n52JqvZsYQQ/s1600/Yuan%2B023.jpg"></a>Roald Dahl is one of my favorite authors. I'm elated out of my mind to finally have my own copies of his children's books. <i>George's Marvellous Medicine</i> was one of my favorites of his, but my library doesn't carry an available copy... ever. BUT NOW I CAN READ IT WHENEVER I WANT! :D</div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5YFvEcTnevA/TX0yZhSes5I/AAAAAAAAAKA/z4IoDLEl1UQ/s1600/Yuan%2B024.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5YFvEcTnevA/TX0yZhSes5I/AAAAAAAAAKA/z4IoDLEl1UQ/s200/Yuan%2B024.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5583674527023281042" /></a>I know it's the second volume, but still. The stories I'd read so far had no mention of Professor Moriarty and Irene Adler was already married by then. I'm excited to start!</div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-b5N0nHHBejo/TX0yZZWYGhI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/yqUXnkcHV7U/s1600/Yuan%2B021.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-b5N0nHHBejo/TX0yZZWYGhI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/yqUXnkcHV7U/s200/Yuan%2B021.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5583674524892142098" /></a></div><div>My older sister said this was fantastic, as was <i>Ender's Game</i>, which we also purchased. I really want to read them. I looked for Dr. Seuss books. They weren't there. D:</div><div>By the way, <i>The Host</i> is Stephenie Meyer's best book. It's really deep and touching and well thought-out, even for cynics. I'd absolutely recommend it. It's not all that sci-fi either. It's just the overall idea that's sci-fi, not what makes up most of the book. Definitely not mainstream sci-fi. It makes me cry every time I read it. Well, it doesn't make me cry, per se. It makes tears well up, but the tears don't fall. I don't think I've ever cried for anything I've watched or read. It's not really that I don't feel what the author or producer wants me to feel, it's just that I guess I don't feel it deeply enough.</div><div>Anyway,</div><div>GO. BUY. BOOKS. Electronics are the birth of ingenious ways of communication, but they're also the death of so many wonderful things we take for granted, like these tomes of enjoyment and wisdom, in some cases.</div><div>BOOKS FTW~</div><div>(Would a love of books be called <i>bibliophilia</i>?)</div>Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1039814374825194688.post-7608890240719224892011-02-22T19:30:00.014-05:002011-02-24T17:12:33.256-05:00A Memoir to my sweet, old GrandfatherThis blog is like my diary, in a sense.<span style="font-weight: bold;"> </span>On a happier note, see this link: <a href="http://www.sandraandwoo.com/">[link]<span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"></span></span></a><a href="http://www.sandraandwoo.com/"><span style="font-weight: bold;"></span></a><span style="font-weight: bold;"> </span>It's really sweet and cute.<span style="font-weight: bold;"> </span>Continuing...<span style="font-weight: bold;"><br />WARNING: DO NOT READ IF YOU CAN'T STAND EXTREME SADNESS.</span><br />So yesterday, 2/21/11, was President's Day, so we got a day off from school. I was hoping to sleep in for a very long time, but at around 7:00 a.m., I woke up from a nightmare.<br />Well, not so much a nightmare.<br />You see, as mentioned before, my grandfather died on 2/17/11. The first time I met him was when I was a baby, so I didn't remember that first visit at all. The second time I saw him was last year, 2010, during the summer break of my 6th grade year. I must say, I don't even know why he loved us so much when all I would do in his house was talk to Hikari or play on his computer all day when I could have bonded with him. That was the first and last time I remember seeing him alive, and I thought I could see him again and show him more respect and bond with him more. I couldn't, and this is my biggest regret.<br />So anyway, the dream was that I was really hungry, so my mother and I went to a restaurant and ate some sort of weird burrito. Anyway, I was full. My dead grandfather came along and asked us if we would eat some of his yellow rice porridge. We were full, so we said politely refused by lying that we would eat it later. He gave me this really sad smile, and I couldn't figure out why; until I remembered that he was dead, and I would never be able to refuse him again. I only realized later that it would be my last time to make amends. I woke up immediately after and cried. I believed that it was his soul, coming to maybe bond with me for one last time before he left to be reincarnated or something, and I refused it again like the not-wanting-to-bond teenager I was when I met him. It just so happened to be the very day my grandfather was cremated and buried in China when I dreamed this dream. I miss him so much, and he loved me so much, and I wish I could've showed him how much I loved him. I wish I could've stayed in that dream, to spend that one last chance with him again. But I didn't. And now I'm crying again by just remembering.<br /><div><br /></div><div>I can't believe how much of a horrible person I was to my grandfather. I made him suffer the cold air conditioning for my own selfish wants, and I ignored his efforts to bond with me, and when he did succeed in getting my attention, I was just impatient and wishing for the contact with him to end soon. Now I wish I could take those moments back. He was so sweet and kind, and his only wish was to spend time with his granddaughters that he battled and survived kidney problems for for seven or more years just to see. And when we hugged before our departure back to America, I couldn't help but have this sickening feeling that this would be the last time I would hug him and see him alive. I told myself not to think that way, but now it came true, and I can't help but think that it was that tiny, fleeting thought that killed him. the last time I talked to him was on the phone, and I hoped to talk to him again, after the operation, but I had the same horrible feeling again. And that became true, too. Hikari told my dad to tell my grandfather to keep holding on as soon as my grandfather was fit to speak. Within a few hours he was, and my father passed the message on. My grandfather began crying, and his condition was much better the next day.<div><div><br /></div><div>The morning the news came, I was furious at the incessant ringing of the phone that woke me up so early, and how no one felt fit to pick it up. I now regret having felt this way as it was that phone call that delivered sorrow that could be found reverberating on the other side of the world. I couldn't even attend his funeral, just to see his sweet, kind face one more time before it was burned and buried underneath the ground forever, never to be seen by living eyes again. And I thought I could let him go, like my dad told me to do, but I tried, and I can't, because every spare moment I have is spent thinking about him. And every time I do anything, even think or laugh or eat, I just feel like I'm betraying his memory by not thinking about him, or thinking that I can experience these simple pleasures in life when he cannot ever again. Sometimes, when I was really frustrated or stressed, I thought about killing myself to make it all go away, and I would always back out of that thought because it would become to painful to bear, but after his death, I promised myself to never think that way ever again and live the life he gave to my father to give to me no matter how hard life became. I must sound like some stupid book now, but still.<br /><br /></div><div>Also, don't start pitying me or treating me like a delicate china doll that will commit suicide any second. Because I promised myself, and because I won't be able to stand your pity. It'll make me feel more like a self-centered, not-friend and china doll. So just channel those pitying thoughts into remembering my wonderful grandfather.<br /><br /></div><div>I'm sorry, Yeye, and I just kept pushing you away. I love you. I miss you.</div></div></div>Dancing Toasthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06709520646006315425noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1039814374825194688.post-70559097398924613352011-02-17T16:52:00.003-05:002012-06-18T18:43:11.229-04:00Oh, February.It's kind of a gloomy sort of month.<br />
On a side note, we finished Avatar.<br />
It's really short and suicide rates skyrocket because of Valentine's Day. Fun, fun.<br />
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Valentine's Day. A weird day. I'm not a hater, really. I don't hate Justin Bieber or his music or his face; I just think he sounds like a girl. I don't hate pop music, I just would not listen to it voluntarily. I'm not a hater. I actually kinda like Valentine's Day. Everyone's happier and the entire day is more festive, even if you have no one special to celebrate it with. My friends are awesome enough themselves to compensate. And hey, free candy. Don't judge me. I want the childhood I rejected back.<br />
We had to compose and original Valentine's Day poem in Lang. Arts for our warm-up. My went like this:<br />
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Roses are red,<br />
That much is true.<br />
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But violets are purple, which is definitely <span style="font-style: italic;">not</span> blue.<br />
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I'll let you decide.</div>
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My dad's birthday is the day after Valentine's Day. We went out to Outback Steakhouse for dinner. That place is so Aussie, they even have the bathrooms marked as "Sheilas" and "Blokes". There were alligators and kangaroos on the walls. I stood in front of them for like, 10 seconds wondering which one to go to. Considering how quickly our minds work, that's a long time. Plus, it's in front of a restroom. People must've been looking at the back of my head and wondering, "What's taking so long for that kid? Is she gender-confused or something?"<br />
Outback was nice. It's food was great, and it's slightly cheaper than T.G.I. Friday's. Although the menu was very limited in variety. The lighting was strange though. Dim pinkish arcade-button-like lights, then low-hanging bright white light covered by a heavy bronze lampshade. Maybe it's an Aussie thing. I'm rambling. God, I'm so attention-deficit.<br />
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My grandfather died today at around 3 a.m. ET, but he died in China, so 3 p.m. maybe? He loved us so much... I have a picture to bring to your party now, Sunshine, when before I didn't. I'd like to assume you all offer your condolences. Please don't mention it if you decide to comment. Please, <span style="font-weight: bold;">don't mention it.</span> I feel kinda hollow and empty and drifting right now. Again, it's probably just sleep-deprivation and hormones talking.<br />
On that morbid note, I will depart.</div>Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1039814374825194688.post-18815616275968326762011-02-08T17:56:00.020-05:002011-02-14T21:41:39.318-05:00I'll let you judge.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKRLJexp84J4_FA1LAuESEzrXwlSnUeOz_8tC7VyBdqIoMUVNwTiOw5M_WWEWQitZCzKJyA_nfU0sGITH_mGn6h4rJ5knMpBdPB4bYoja9DndMmHD7Xm4DSd2rask7TaaMwnOVIAt0tnlY/s1600/Camera+Pictures+002.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKRLJexp84J4_FA1LAuESEzrXwlSnUeOz_8tC7VyBdqIoMUVNwTiOw5M_WWEWQitZCzKJyA_nfU0sGITH_mGn6h4rJ5knMpBdPB4bYoja9DndMmHD7Xm4DSd2rask7TaaMwnOVIAt0tnlY/s200/Camera+Pictures+002.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571461429090853314" border="0" /></a>So Hikari and I were scavenging for things to make our science homework model out of. We found our millions-of-years-old sidewalk chalk and we decided to have some fun with it.<br />There were fish. And Pokemon. And Pocky.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNeMkOPrnbzGD181HYHltGXAiFBOmmwccq9CvIBGoEYiqKnRsdRV7Ix6_IPqt9YExfqxaVEJYBK4yoWI9S6Gp3VzKFhPVMNks3NvecOamuojA1CEnyZtTh0LPcoGFJzk_kouOK_CugCu6Y/s1600/Camera+Pictures+003.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNeMkOPrnbzGD181HYHltGXAiFBOmmwccq9CvIBGoEYiqKnRsdRV7Ix6_IPqt9YExfqxaVEJYBK4yoWI9S6Gp3VzKFhPVMNks3NvecOamuojA1CEnyZtTh0LPcoGFJzk_kouOK_CugCu6Y/s200/Camera+Pictures+003.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571457878588145410" border="0" /></a>There were birds. And flowers with faces. And butterflies.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMvIIydPzeGu5R8YuVMnIMU7sZFzVChF5nr5YIfV1OKL8eqkOMzWUGWTqUooLMgzQBU5t1MP7a3wRxIbtg2rcjCH0mU1Sfc7Pwmd8We3k0SpMDxksEhPzHCuLH5yGOsx5zodDBxUJNW7Z_/s1600/Camera+Pictures+004.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMvIIydPzeGu5R8YuVMnIMU7sZFzVChF5nr5YIfV1OKL8eqkOMzWUGWTqUooLMgzQBU5t1MP7a3wRxIbtg2rcjCH0mU1Sfc7Pwmd8We3k0SpMDxksEhPzHCuLH5yGOsx5zodDBxUJNW7Z_/s200/Camera+Pictures+004.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571457497925583170" border="0" /></a>And <span style="font-style: italic;">Avatar: The Last Airbender</span> elements symbols.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1HU0Haq7llnDf54Ng2b-A9biPe-cGbRGgIBiblsnPb-ptM6seb1nsXVj1vJL7vXOiNDVfVp_OtwxCink81L0fJJWc1aTgv0igyHfLJTtb25F2EnP3Det3YM-1XsMKcgguXLMVVbTYppDD/s1600/Camera+Pictures+005.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1HU0Haq7llnDf54Ng2b-A9biPe-cGbRGgIBiblsnPb-ptM6seb1nsXVj1vJL7vXOiNDVfVp_OtwxCink81L0fJJWc1aTgv0igyHfLJTtb25F2EnP3Det3YM-1XsMKcgguXLMVVbTYppDD/s200/Camera+Pictures+005.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571457362303425474" border="0" /></a>And clouds with faces and rainbows. And "Happy Chinese New Year" written in Chinese. With a bunny, since it's the year of the rabbit.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgocPiScCcOku3aXK7JaxCyeRsV-kuDyKNxybfB-HB5RmaM9YuO7GX3jjKdQ0Qf9Z-VPC_XCPwWo2JePPCItVoQziUJJlCU0dU6okDCM4haadVwjnviJBWe-wlcXMDiJ7r7cIiKIm3Z2AUk/s1600/Camera+Pictures+006.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgocPiScCcOku3aXK7JaxCyeRsV-kuDyKNxybfB-HB5RmaM9YuO7GX3jjKdQ0Qf9Z-VPC_XCPwWo2JePPCItVoQziUJJlCU0dU6okDCM4haadVwjnviJBWe-wlcXMDiJ7r7cIiKIm3Z2AUk/s200/Camera+Pictures+006.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571457232566898386" border="0" /></a>And the Star Orb. And Pokemon. And dinosaurs named Jeffery.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtI6ZyIvAggBQC_eQtMOuYeFdjeZhHbLIkqCr5bPZ3QKALtuGIuCxHVEVX8H6i_NTWbT8-bqp4AN3kCPk7KzlJXs_Ff4dqtPCXd-QXUW29TD1GjymoGdySkmzrolApU2qWEkqxqZQtSZvq/s1600/Camera+Pictures+007.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtI6ZyIvAggBQC_eQtMOuYeFdjeZhHbLIkqCr5bPZ3QKALtuGIuCxHVEVX8H6i_NTWbT8-bqp4AN3kCPk7KzlJXs_Ff4dqtPCXd-QXUW29TD1GjymoGdySkmzrolApU2qWEkqxqZQtSZvq/s200/Camera+Pictures+007.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571457035039732882" border="0" /></a>But I like this one the most.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKFdUv2ck7jvGq5zvl_WMgDiwb4AxyK6O51utTR6A7qbMPKL4jG27RU99cKsbfOLPPf1brVIuMNTEpOICvn-9RuXyJnkiQdHdVs8ISGh3prg2JbkrxjUyvjj-SxkeXKumeU2RzlY8TtNTj/s1600/Camera+Pictures+001.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKFdUv2ck7jvGq5zvl_WMgDiwb4AxyK6O51utTR6A7qbMPKL4jG27RU99cKsbfOLPPf1brVIuMNTEpOICvn-9RuXyJnkiQdHdVs8ISGh3prg2JbkrxjUyvjj-SxkeXKumeU2RzlY8TtNTj/s200/Camera+Pictures+001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571461857715361522" border="0" /></a><br />IT'S. A. DOUBLE.RAINBOW.UNICORN.WITH WINGS.<br />Its name is Peggy.<br />EDIT: Peggy died 2/11/11. Peggy JR. will come soon.Dancing Toasthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06709520646006315425noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1039814374825194688.post-18467557953262996032011-01-23T21:09:00.010-05:002011-01-26T16:42:22.039-05:00I actually really love Avatar: The Last Airbender<div>I'm not afraid to admit it; I'm quite proud of it, in fact.</div><div><br /></div>Second semester is here! I totally did not see it coming so quickly, but I have good grades! So all is well! Whee! Ooh! I started drawing again! I kinda deteriorated, but I <span style="font-style: italic;">will </span>get better! I'm so excited. :3<br /><br />I'm also very excited to see how <span style="font-style: italic;">Avatar: The Last Airbender</span> will end. Toast and I just finished Book 2 yesterday. Toast and I are Zuko fans. :D I really hate the canon pairing of Zuko and Mei though. She's too mellow and boring. Zuko needs someone with enough feelings for both of them since Zuko's kinda mellow too. Katara's slightly annoying when she's angry, so she can't be with anyone but Aang. Aang will love her for just being her silly self because he's too <strike>blind</strike> nice, so they'll go perfectly together. Although, she's actually competent, so I guess I can't say anything about Katara. I actually like her a bit. And one thing is kinda funny: Sokka has kissed more girls than any other character in the show, but he's the one who's been made fun of about not having any girlfriends the most often. :P Also, one of my favorite characters in that show is Uncle Iroh. He's hilarious and awesome. His voice actor is also really good. But enough about <span style="font-style: italic;">Avatar</span>, how's life been to you guys lately?<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://images4.fanpop.com/image/photos/16300000/Zuko-avatar-the-last-airbender-16370531-450-300.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 450px; height: 300px;" src="http://images4.fanpop.com/image/photos/16300000/Zuko-avatar-the-last-airbender-16370531-450-300.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a>This is not the most flattering picture of him. It's just the brightest one with him not being uber angry.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1039814374825194688.post-24876597771046651912011-01-18T17:38:00.011-05:002011-01-20T20:29:50.570-05:00Beneficial Organizations and Fear<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2cxFCZiLtjU/TTY0Wv_jnbI/AAAAAAAAAI8/aMUl7AN96NQ/s1600/freerice.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 395px; height: 42px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2cxFCZiLtjU/TTY0Wv_jnbI/AAAAAAAAAI8/aMUl7AN96NQ/s200/freerice.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563691955107634610" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;">That's a screenshot. I dunno why it didn't save the right size, but I'm sorry about the graininess; I had to enlarge it. Clicking on it will let you see it the size I wanted it to be.</span><br /><a href="http://freerice.com/">http://freerice.com/</a>: It's really fun, and you donate rice to places in need of food, like Haiti.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2cxFCZiLtjU/TTYfIDJ4dSI/AAAAAAAAAIs/ttLF2vt-Ljg/s1600/Worldwide-Fund.gif"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2cxFCZiLtjU/TTYfIDJ4dSI/AAAAAAAAAIs/ttLF2vt-Ljg/s200/Worldwide-Fund.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563668612808996130" border="0" /></a>The World Wildlife Fund saves wildlife. Donating to them would be nice.<br />Look at what they did to Paris! You can see that the pandas are roped off.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i.telegraph.co.uk/telegraph/multimedia/archive/01012/pandas-paris_1012094i.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 376px; height: 241px;" src="http://i.telegraph.co.uk/telegraph/multimedia/archive/01012/pandas-paris_1012094i.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://yeinjee.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/10/panda-001-paris.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 382px; height: 254px;" src="http://yeinjee.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/10/panda-001-paris.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br />Now to <span style="font-weight: bold;">FEAR</span>: Meme stolen from <a href="http://peaches-and-snow.blogspot.com/">now we're living in the future.</a><br /><div style="text-align: left;">Cross out the things you’re afraid of and put you’re score at the top.<br /><ol><li>the dark </li><li> staying single forever </li><li> being a parent (I'd be an awesome parent. Harry Potter for bedtime stories!)<br /></li><li> <strike>giving birth</strike> (Geh! It's not so much the pain as the fear of killing it or the unattractiveness you acquire if you don't exercise the pregnancy weight you gained)<br /></li><li>being myself in front of others (Trust me, being me is the most awesome thing I'll ever do.)<br /></li><li>open space (WTH?)<br /></li><li>closed space </li><li> <strike>heights</strike> (Holy crud, really high heights are frightening!)<br /></li><li> dogs (Only if they're rabid...?)<br /></li><li>birds </li><li>fish </li><li> spiders (For some reason, no. Unless they're venomous or just too large to squash.)<br /></li><li>flowers or other plants (WTH?)<br /></li><li>being touched (By pedophiles and strangers, yes. Hugs and stuff are fine.)<br /></li><li>fire (I want to be able to fire-bend.)<br /></li><li>deep water (I can swim.)<br /></li><li><strike>snakes</strike> (Oh. My. Goodness am I afraid of snakes. Constrictors, venomous ones, etc. They all freak me out.)<br /></li><li>silk (What on Earth is <span style="font-style: italic;">that</span> gonna do to you?)<br /></li><li>the ocean (It's a wonderland of life. Who am I to argue with Mother Nature? Even if it's home to parasites, jellyfish, poisonous animals, sea snakes, and all sorts of lovely beasties.)<br /></li><li>failure<br /></li><li>success<br /></li><li>thunder/lightning (I really don't understand the thunder problem. It's just the noise lightning makes.)<br /></li><li> frogs/toads (I don't understand this one either. I think they're adorable. Lizards, too.)<br /></li><li>my boyfriends/girlfriends dad (Don't have a boyfriend. Don't really want one.)<br /></li><li>boyfriends/girlfriends mom (Don't have a boyfriend. Don't really want one.)<br /></li><li> rats (I'm just afraid of the diseases and general <span style="font-style: italic;">gross</span> they carry around. Not so much the messengers of death themselves.)<br /></li><li><strike>jumping from high places</strike> (Oh my god. Nevereverever.)<br /></li><li>snow (Love it. A lot.)<br /></li><li>rain (Love it. A lot.)<br /></li><li>wind (Love it, but only when it's cool/cold. Preferable cold.)<br /></li><li><strike>crossing hanging bridges</strike> (Yes! There were so many of these half-rotted things in China; I had no idea why some people were shaking them on purpose. Just walk across them as quickly as possible.)<br /></li><li>death (Not particularly. I just wanna know what happens to you afterward. Crowding around in some eternal mosh pit doesn't sound fun after the first hour.)<br /></li><li>heaven (If there was the slimmest chance that there was actually a place of eternal peace, why would you be afraid of it?)<br /></li><li>being robbed<br /></li><li><strike>falling</strike> (Holy schmoly.)<br /></li><li><strike>clowns</strike> (I understand they're trying to make a living, but this smile is only here to make them feel better. I don't think terror is my ideal way to be entertained.)<br /></li><li><strike>dolls</strike> (Those freaking human- and baby-shaped dolls scare the crap out of me. Figuratively, but omfg. They're creepy, man! D: )<br /></li><li>large crowds of people (I don't think you understand what a "large crowd of people" is unless you go to China. And then cram onto a boat. On tour.)<br /></li><li>men (Only the pedos and rapists.)<br /></li><li>women (Only the pedos and rapists.)<br /></li><li>having great responsibilities<br /></li><li>doctors, including dentists (What's wrong with them? All they do is try to help you.)<br /></li><li>tornados (I don't really know. There's never really been any threat of them in my state.)<br /></li><li> hurricanes<br /></li><li>incurable diseases (No disease is incurable.)<br /></li><li>sharks (Stop making like a seal and they'll leave you alone.)<br /></li><li>friday the 13th (Stupid superstition.)<br /></li><li>ghosts<br /></li><li>poverty<br /></li><li>halloween (WTH?)<br /></li><li>school<br /></li><li>trains (Oh yeah, trains are totally going to run through my walls just to get at me. What kind of a fear is this??)<br /></li><li>odd numbers (W. T. F. )<br /></li><li>even numbers (WTH.)<br /></li><li><strike>being alone</strike> (A little, actually. I've always been with someone, and having a twin just makes you all the more dependent, I guess.)<br /></li><li> becoming blind (Slightly. I'd miss colors, and if I were in chaos, who'd tell me I'm in danger?)<br /></li><li><strike>becoming deaf</strike> (I already have glasses. If my sight deteriorates <span style="font-style: italic;">and</span> I'm deaf...)<br /></li><li>growing up/old<br /></li><li>creepy noises in the night (Isn't this the main reason people are scared of the dark?)<br /></li><li>bee stings<br /></li><li>not accomplishing my dreams/goals (First try, then worry.)<br /></li><li>needles<br /></li><li> blood<br /></li><li>dinosaurs (If faced with a rampaging, carnivorous one, maybe.)<br /></li><li>the welcome mat (Pedos?)<br /></li><li>high speed<br /></li><li>throwing up (I know it's nasty and the stomach acid dissolves your teeth and stuff, but really?)<br /></li><li>falling in love<br /></li><li>super secrets (I don't understand what this is. Is it like "your dad's a spy and you never knew and now you have to avenge his death", or is it "I've been cheating on you for the last few years, I've never actually loved you, so I'll leave you impregnated with my child and your furious parents"?)</li></ol>I am afraid of 10 things. How 'bout you?<br /><br /><div class="MsoNormal"><b>If you repost this, it’s been requested that you title it “I’m afraid of _ out of 69 common fears”</b></div><div class="MsoNormal">If you get more than 30, I strongly recommend some counseling.</div><div class="MsoNormal">If you get more than 20, you’re paranoid. (Wait, this isn't even the right case to use the word "paranoid" in!)<br /></div><div class="MsoNormal">If you get 10-20, you are normal.</div><div class="MsoNormal">If you get 10 or less, you’re fearless.</div><div class="MsoNormal">People who don’t have any are liars.<br /><br />Adios, amigas!<br /></div></div>Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1039814374825194688.post-45295634652217384962011-01-05T20:09:00.009-05:002012-06-18T18:52:51.976-04:00Bad? Day<span style="background-color: white;">So like, good day and bad day?</span><br />
Good-ish: Drama performance went okay; I sucked badly at remembering my lines, <a href="http://blogbeentheredonethat.blogspot.com/">Been There, Done That</a>'s Wolfie actually had to prompt me, but I guess I acted well enough. Why couldn't my Drama teacher have just let us perform before the break? I was so ready. Then she postponed it and I stank. Everyone liked it because they didn't know how badly I failed. Chorus had a nearly-deaf substitute teacher and I just drew my friend's character the hour away. I tried eggnog for the first time ever.<br />
Bad: The eggnog tasted like liquid banana pudding until cinnamon greatly improved the flavor. My brace brackets cut little pockets of infection inside my mouth. I also failed at making soup. My family lied unconvincingly through their teeth and said it was good. I actually felt awful that my mistake had to make the rest of my family suffer. I wish they'd tell me their honest opinion.<br />
Good: <a href="http://polishedwithdust.blogspot.com/2011/01/flashback-sequence-post-about-all.html">Red Sunshine's post</a> made my day. That post was simply freaking beautiful.<br />
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Life has really bad ups and downs. I see what you're doing, Life, and I don't like it. You give someone an okay day and then make it awful and compensate for it with something simply amazing. Or it's just me. Most likely.<br />
Bear with me guys. I'm bloody self-centered.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1039814374825194688.post-67297180486734962412010-12-29T15:36:00.006-05:002010-12-29T16:10:15.710-05:00Kingdom Hearts II<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://images.wikia.com/kingdomhearts/images/c/c1/Kh2.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 396px; height: 553px;" src="http://images.wikia.com/kingdomhearts/images/c/c1/Kh2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a>I haven't been on the Internet for awhile. It isn't only because I <span dir="ltr" id=":hs"><s>died</s></span> went to Orlando for a couple days. I had a few days after school ended before I left, but I didn't go on then either. Why? Because of this stupid addicting game. Roxas, the guy with the white jacket, is my favorite character. ♥<br /><br />This game is sparkly (dude, even the darkness is shiny) and the nonexistent plot doesn't make any sense, but it's sooo fun. Tetsuya Nomura, the guy who drew the picture up top, is such a good artist, but he really needs to learn some basic proportions. DX Square Enix (formerly known as Square Soft) have such awesome games. Final Fantasy XIII, their most recent PlayStation one, has the most delicious graphics~ But it also makes no sense. In fact, even less than the Kingdom Hearts series. Ah well.<br />So. Freaking. Fun. Imma go play it now. See you later, guys.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1039814374825194688.post-71929821211494791592010-12-29T15:01:00.009-05:002011-01-26T17:42:49.150-05:00Epilepsy<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://blackboxblue.files.wordpress.com/2010/07/inception_movie-poster-02.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 390px; height: 573px;" src="http://blackboxblue.files.wordpress.com/2010/07/inception_movie-poster-02.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a>I bought <span style="font-style: italic;">Inception</span> on blu-ray. Now <span style="font-style: italic;">that</span> movie was bloody freakin' <span style="font-weight: bold;">brilliant</span>. Everything was so well thought-out and the seriousness was lightened by occasional humor from the colorful characters. Did you know Christopher Nolan actually built a rotating set for the hotel scene and a concrete monstrosity on a mountain for the setting of the third level of the dream? And he hired professional avalanche makers for the avalanche. The collapse of the real building on the mountain didn't work the first time because one of the explosives didn't work, so the building toppled backwards rather than an impressive face-plant, so they built a scale model in an empty parking lot and the same thing happened. They rebuilt the model and did it over again, and that one worked. Why couldn't he have done the explosion and avalanche with computer graphics? He wanted real explosions and a real avalanche. :D I loved Eames (the forger) and Cillian Murphy's eyes are the most gorgeous things ever. I really hate the combination primary red and primary blue. D: But did you know Christopher Nolan has a British accent?<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://filmonic.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/12/Tron-legacy-poster.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 370px; height: 544px;" src="http://filmonic.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/12/Tron-legacy-poster.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Tron</span> was amazing, too. Yeah, some of the lines were tacky, and the time settings were off (touch-screen table-computer in the 1960s? No.), but the special effects for the light cycles and fight scenes and the suits and makeup were ruddy beautiful! You <span style="font-style: italic;">have</span> to go watch it if you haven't already. BTW, that Sam Flynn actor was awesome. You'll definitely get a massive headache from the graphics, though. I nearly had an epileptic seizure. Figuratively.<br />Although, if you <span style="font-style: italic;">have</span> watched it, can you explain to me why those "manifested" people were so special? I didn't understand.<br /><br />Also, the film <span style="font-style: italic;">500 Days of Summer</span> wasn't a great movie, but it makes a nice statement. Love isn't glamorized and simple like Hollywood and pop songs make it, it's complicated. In the film, Tom Hansen thought Summer Flinn was the only person he'd ever love, but she went and got married to someone she hadn't even dated for as long as him. There might be some rare cases like the Hollywood kind, but real people aren't scripts and perfection. I'm just saying. Not like I've had any experience like, at all. I haven't had so much as a silly crush on someone. Still, I'm just agreeing with <span style="font-style: italic;">500 Days</span>; don't go throwing yourself off of buildings just because your relationship isn't picture-perfect. Jeez. You'd think people would get that, but they just go ahead and despair of ever finding another partner. In a world of almost 4 billion people, that one person isn't the only person for you. Hikari out!Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1039814374825194688.post-37978644644416178392010-12-16T16:58:00.028-05:002010-12-16T20:33:03.899-05:005 Things I Would Like For Elephants and Other Such Pachyderms to Trample On in Multiple Stampedes If They Were Material Objects<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqKhTpoXtfsACLvNcl7a__Dt0nTmWxfcwqK_ucePbm7SpQjg7X39Muc99ghMCAu9GfvI51Z-h4cE_LiwKA9Vjrkl0VsAhQuZ2tVIQ3azBvMfl75QUc-NIUYjFIErSjcwMiadIBMkrSop_X/s1600-r/coexist.bmp"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 123px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqKhTpoXtfsACLvNcl7a__Dt0nTmWxfcwqK_ucePbm7SpQjg7X39Muc99ghMCAu9GfvI51Z-h4cE_LiwKA9Vjrkl0VsAhQuZ2tVIQ3azBvMfl75QUc-NIUYjFIErSjcwMiadIBMkrSop_X/s1600-r/coexist.bmp" alt="" border="0" /></a><br />Spam it. I was tagged by Red Sunshine from Polished With Dust. And yes, I<span style="font-style: italic;"> <span style="font-style: italic;">totally</span></span> want you to cover a miscellaneous object with spam and/or spam some site you don't like. Just kidding. It's my way of speaking. "Quite frankly, my dear, I don't give a <span style="font-weight: bold;">spam</span>."<br /><br />So like, I have to post something about 5 Things I Hate, or to put it more gently, 5 Things I Would Like For Elephants and Other Such Pachyderms to Trample On in Multiple Stampedes If They Were Material Objects. <span style="font-weight: bold;">I tag whoever is reading as well. </span>Here goes:<br /><br />1. Teachers that don't teach. You're a teacher. I'm supposed to learn from you. If you're not going to teach properly, then I won't learn, and your class in my eye is insignificant and unimportant to my future. Simple enough? Take, for example, my World Geography teacher. Let's just say that if she qualifies as a teacher, I'd have a job.<br />She doesn't know how to be patient or kind in the slightest, and the way she "teaches" is for her to read the chapter, make some questions out of things she thinks are important, tests us, <span style="font-weight: bold;">repeat</span>. We've covered South America. Do I remember anything other than there's a lot of coffee and bananas going around? Nope. Besides, I already knew that before I took your sporklike class. Geez.<br />My science teacher was described by Toastie perfectly: Splenda. Fake sugar with a bad aftertaste and nobody likes her.<br />If you teach, great. If you're awesome, even better. If you're patient, cool. If you're all three, then I love you. Sensible enough Thing I Would Like For Elephants and Other Such Pachyderms to Trample On in Multiple Stampedes If They Were Material Objects, right?<br /><br />2. Procrastination. Actually, only when <span style="font-style: italic;">I</span> procrastinate. Actually, wait, I don't procrastinate awfully and I can deal with stress pretty well... Never mind. #2 will belong to cigarettes. They hurt other people, second-hand <span style="font-weight: bold;">and</span> third-hand. Lung cancer, brain damage, all those nice things. They pollute the environment. They're not good for you. You're just condemning yourself to a slow and miserable and PAINFUL death. Your dying moments will not be in peace, but in agony. And you deserve it all. Enough said.<br /><br />3. Awkward moments. Yes, Wolfie, I stole this from you. I don't know what to do in embarrassing situations.<br />I hate it when I say something to someone and they're not talking to me. But that's not the bad part. The bad part is when they get offended that I muddied the vicinity of the air around them with my inconsequential thoughts. Guess what guys? <span style="font-style: italic;">You can choose to get offended or not.</span> I'm not offended when people call me "yellow": the people of my ethnicity call us that too. They even have a really famous song with that in it. " We're brethren of black hair, black eyes, and yellow skin..." I make fun of myself by myself. I know I have small eyes. Gee, I wish they were bigger, but it can't be helped. I can deal with my own faults. Stop getting offended <span style="font-style: italic;">for</span> me. I'll do it myself when I feel like it. Meaning "<span style="font-style: italic;">IF</span> I ACTUALLY GET OFFENDED". You can go shut up and cry in a corner for all I care about people of your ilk.<br />Also, if you think I deliberately say things that are rude or cruel, sucks for you. The truth hurts, love, and all I say are things that I believe to be true.<br />But I digress. In awkward moments, I need to break the silence. Tension is bad. I need to understand your allusion to cultured things. I need to stop going on the Internet, but also understand where everything's coming from. I need to be better friends with you to get in with your inside jokes. I hate it when I don't actually know what you like so that I may have a long and pleasant conversation with you, or even a good joke. I also need you to be more accepting of myself. I'm a unique person; we have the potential to be good friends. Stop being an antagonizing bouche-dag. Laugh when it's funny. Let me know that although I don't know you well, you like what I say or do anyway. I DON'T LIKE BEING AWKWARD. Nitwit! Blubber! Oddment! Tweak! Thank you!<br /><br />4. Horrible people. People who go out of their way to make every <span style="font-style: italic;">single</span> person who isn't their friend or favorite feel absolutely awful about themselves and suffer. Teachers do this, like my infamous science and world geography teachers. They both target this one kid who talks a bit too much. Grow up, and <span style="font-style: italic;">chill</span>, dear screeching buffaloes. I thought you guys were supposed to be mature. <span style="font-style: italic;">I</span> don't think he deserves that kind of treatment, I know the people who do and don't receive it. Myself included. If you hate me, at least do me justice and treat me fairly. If you yell at me and I don't give you the reaction you wanted, I'm so indifferent to your immature venting. I wish to tell you many unflattering things about you too, dear. But if I did, you old hags would shrivel up with age by the time I'm done with you.<br />And those cliques that are super anti-flexible. I know I'm weird. Making fun of me doesn't make me less weird. I like Harry Potter and ninjas and unicorns and manga and a different style of fashion than you. I used to like Twilight until everyone thought it was the best thing since a can-opener. I admit it. That guy over there liked drugs before he got rehab. He admits it. He won't pretend he didn't, and neither will I pretend I hated Twilight from the start. (BTW, Twilight isn't a good as Harry Potter, story/plot-wise, nor is it as well-written in the slightest. Harry Potter is brilliant! Descriptive, filled with action, and even obscure details are important. But just a side note.) Quit making me feel excluded just because of what I like. You don't even know if I'm a nice person or not, so just shut <span style="font-style: italic;">up</span> or get to know me better before you judge.<br />Haters included. Other people are people just like you. They don't have to like what you like, do what you do. They believe in different things; don't block them out of your happy little "normal people" group. <span style="font-style: italic;">Exempli gratis</span>: I told my fourth period I was atheist. No one seemed to take my own decision very kindly. RELIGION ISN"T HEREDITARY PEOPLE! My friend's older sister is Buddhist while her parents are Christian or Catholic or whatever. If I choose to think that science makes more sense than heaven and Hades, let me on my merry way! I support gays, lesbians, and bis even if I'm straight. Love is love. Don't make this difficult, because it's not. Just be more tolerant. Ah, screw this, I'm going to buy one of those brilliant "Coexist" bumper stickers. I'm going to buy the biggest one in the whole freaking shop.<br />As well as hypocrites. Don't let me get started. I'll get even more infuriated.<br />And thieves. Idea thieves, art thieves, recipe thieves, <span style="font-style: italic;">knitting pattern</span> thieves. You think that because the Internet keeps you anonymous, it gives you an excuse to be an idiot who doesn't know how to create anything by yourself? Because it doesn't. You're not <span style="font-style: italic;">cool</span> if you're incompetent but try to seem competent through taking credit for someone else's hard work. It actually makes you come off as unbelievably stupid and the target of much-deserved insults.<br />And really bad wannabes. You're not cool for jumping on the bandwagon. Ugg boots? I think they're ugly. I'm not spending 150 dollars on the ugliest shoes on the face of Mother Earth, how 'bout you? Cursing is just as bad. Stop trying to impress your peers. It's supremely unattractive. You can't<span style="font-style: italic;"> possibly</span> become any more unattractive if you swear-word every other word you say. Wearing fedora hats backwards without realizing? Not only does that make you and idiot and look like one too, it also goes to show you're too busy trying to do what everyone else is doing to do it <span style="font-style: italic;">right</span>. I'M NOT IMPRESSED. I wear hand-me-downs. I'm not <span style="font-style: italic;">trying</span> to be gorgeous, stop criticizing me. I'm saving resources and in turn, the environment. You're saying the shirt I got from Goodwill has a permanent stain? Gee, that's probably why the frivolous rich brat donated it. TOO BAD FOR YOU. I live up to my own standards; not. yours. <span style="font-style: italic;">Never</span> yours. Jump in <span style="font-style: italic;">front</span> of the bandwagon; try to get others to follow you doing the right thing, the cool thing.<br />And inhumane people to all living creatures. Kill a lizard instead of trapping it in a plastic container and slipping a paper underneath and letting it outside, stomp on earthworms desperately crawling home instead of helping them off the sidewalk, laugh in an abused lion's face, ignore the pleas of a donation collector. They disgust me to absolutely no end.<br /><br />5. Bad grammar. This seems so inconsequential compared to the other important-to-me issues I addressed before. But it just ticks me off so much when I encounter it. You're a teacher. At least take the tiniest step in <span style="font-style: italic;">trying</span> to set a good example. Don't take points off spelling mistakes if you ask us how to spell things yourself. I helped my first grade teacher spell "spaghetti". She was the nicest lady in the first and second grade building, but when she went to ask the teacher next door, who spelled it incorrectly. She then realized I was right.<br /><br />So there you have it. My "5 Things I Would Like For Elephants and Other Such Pachyderms to Trample On in Multiple Stampedes If They Were Material Objects", finished! How were your holidays? :D<br />(PS: Sorry about the rambling. And ranting.)<br />BTW, I saw a trailer for the new PotC. It looks awesome, not at all like a sucky I-won't-let-it-go movie. Gore Verbinski = ♥Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1039814374825194688.post-40370908706821184572010-12-05T19:17:00.006-05:002010-12-05T19:25:49.414-05:00Pirates of the Caribbean: On Stranger Tides<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.chartmovieinfo.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/11/pirates-Caribbean-On-Stranger-Tides-Poster-500x740.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 402px; height: 595px;" src="http://www.chartmovieinfo.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/11/pirates-Caribbean-On-Stranger-Tides-Poster-500x740.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br />A new PotC is coming out May 20! There's some rumors and more info on this page: http://www.chartmovieinfo.com/new-movie/pirates-caribbean-stranger-tides.html<br />Even if it might be horrible, I can't wait!Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1039814374825194688.post-25625658209501380212010-11-29T15:50:00.008-05:002010-11-29T16:01:13.316-05:00Tangled<a style="font-weight: bold;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.savvysocal.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/11/Disney-tangled.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 413px; height: 566px;" src="http://www.savvysocal.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/11/Disney-tangled.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Was an awesome movie. Go see it if you haven't already! :D<br /><br />Everything was so lovable, I just need to spread the love. They sing, btw. So amazing! (Flynn's hot. XD)<br /><br />(MegaMind was really cliche, if you wanna know. It was still pretty okay.)<br /><img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/rosa/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot.png" alt="" /><img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/rosa/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot-1.png" alt="" />Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1039814374825194688.post-39632345109179736022010-11-24T12:20:00.003-05:002010-11-29T16:01:26.741-05:00Harreh Pottah.I saw <span style="font-style: italic;">Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows: Part 1</span> at like, 12:00 am this morning.<br />The ending was like:<br /><div style="text-align: center;">And then...<br />And then...<br />WHAT?? You can't be serious! IT'S OVER??<br />WHYYY??<br /></div>Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1039814374825194688.post-62019225503274780052010-11-09T17:51:00.002-05:002010-11-13T15:58:05.980-05:00Short Announcement! :D<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2cxFCZiLtjU/TN771TwVEpI/AAAAAAAAAHk/nNoihzLOtYw/s1600/sporkers.bmp"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 192px; height: 239px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2cxFCZiLtjU/TN771TwVEpI/AAAAAAAAAHk/nNoihzLOtYw/s320/sporkers.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539141484966908562" border="0" /></a><br />We have officially made 20 stalke-- I mean, Sporkers! :DD Happyhappyjoyjoy happyhapppyjoyjoy<br /><br />That will be all.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1039814374825194688.post-20081478734112040842010-11-02T20:15:00.007-04:002010-11-17T20:30:42.831-05:00RAINBOW!!!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2cxFCZiLtjU/TOSBtEvQdmI/AAAAAAAAAHs/jsmVrMQuVuU/s1600/rainbow3.gif"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2cxFCZiLtjU/TOSBtEvQdmI/AAAAAAAAAHs/jsmVrMQuVuU/s320/rainbow3.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5540696052938602082" border="0" /></a><br />Today, my family found a rainbow on the floor. It hadn't rained for a while now.<br /><br /><br />IT WAS SO AWESOME IT WAS SO BRIGHT AND STRONG AND COLORFUL AND AMAZING!!!<br />IT WAS LIKE A UNICORN JUST LEAPED INTO THE LIVING ROOM AND SCOOTED ITS BUTT ON THE FLOOR AND LEFT A STREAK OF <span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);">R<span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);">A<span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);">I<span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);">N<span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);">B<span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);">O<span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);">W<span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">!!!</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="font-weight: bold;"></span>Dancing Toasthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06709520646006315425noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1039814374825194688.post-1888058450022250202010-10-29T14:52:00.003-04:002010-10-29T15:24:42.631-04:00Halloween is near!Seriously, I don't even know why I'm posting 2 posts in one day. Maybe it's because I'm a loser.<br /><br />Anyway, Halloween is coming, and you know what that means! Candy and costumes! Sounds fun, right?<br />Wrong. I don't really like Halloween. I like the free candy, I like the no-curfew, I like gallivanting around with friends, I like exchanging candy with friends (and going to their neighborhoods to trick-or-treat because my neighborhood is foreboding during Halloween), but it's just not good enough. Sorry if I've offended anyone, but I have a different opinion. If you don't want my opinion to affect you, <span style="font-weight: bold;">you don't have to read this post.</span><br />First of all, I live in Florida. In Florida, it's hot all year, which may seem like paradise to snowbirds, but they soon find out it's not. Because in Florida, on top of it being hot (not warm, but HOT!), there's so much humidity, all the girls actually have to worry about their straightened hair curling in the middle of the day. And it's not comfortable to sweat in thin layers of sweat rather than in drops. Also, Florida + Fall/Autumn= Hot and Humid with a 100.1% chance of rain. Running around in heavy costumes for 2+ hours in that kind of weather... you get the idea.<br />Second of all, I live with Asian parents. They're cheap, and I can't sew, so I have to try to construct some sort of lame "costume." All the nice costumes are too hot to wear in the aforementioned hot weather. Maybe I should be a tombstone, like what Older Sister was last year.<br />Thirdly, I have to walk around in that hot weather for 2 (and most likely more) hours, so I get hungry and sweaty. I eat some cheap, gooey, non-refreshing candy to ignore my hunger for real food, and it's probably the only time I feel uncomfortable enough to feel sick eating candy. Usually, I don't feel sick eating candy at all (even when I eat a lot), and when I eat the candy to stop the hunger, it's only 1-3 pieces. And sometimes, I feel paranoid that some stranger has poisoned my candy, but there's no way of telling if it is or not. Also, after walking around for a long time for the desired amount of candy, Older Sister yells at me throughout the year that I'm weird because I hoard the candy. I'm sorry if I don't feel like eating candy often, and what if I want some, and there is none?Parents won't buy me any, so stop making me feel even weirder than I already do, Older Sister! And I don't want to stay home either, because it's boring, I feel more antisocial than I already do, my parents don't go to the door for kids because they're too lazy to open it every time a kid ding-dongs, and I want to have a variety of candy that I can't get and can only get on Halloween because my parents don't buy me candy, and no one visit our house because it's in the back of the neighborhood.<br />So generally, I don't like Halloween. But you don't have to share the same opinion.<br />Even after expressing my reasons why I don't like Halloween, I still look forward to it every year. I'm weird. Maybe I should get a therapist for my mixed feelings. I have so many, and surprisingly, blogging clears them up, so Sporkers, bear with my rantings.Dancing Toasthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06709520646006315425noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1039814374825194688.post-5870233455980618242010-10-29T13:20:00.003-04:002010-10-29T13:52:14.358-04:00I just realized that I'm a loser.Why? Because yesterday was an early release day, so Hikari and I finally had some time to slack off by playing on the computer. Hikari was fixing up the deviantART messages, and to hide that she was doing that, she would watch BrainPOP whenever Older Sister came by. I had turned off my computer because was used to turning it off to sleep at curfew time, but I forgot that there was no school the next day, so I just sat next to Hikari, watching her do stuff on her computer. I realized that, while other kids my age were bashing their heads playing football or watching TV until their brains ooze out of their ears, I'm sitting next to my sister, watching educational videos and popping pomegranate seeds into my mouth instead of popcorn.<br />We watched <span style="font-style: italic;">Pride & Prejudice</span> (Keira Knightley version) last night, too. Surprisingly, it was very good. But I wouldn't want to read it, because it was written way-back-when they wrote boringly, so just the movie is fine.<br /><div class="chat"><div class="msg 1st"><br />Our neighborhood used to have a stupid dog.<span style="font-weight: bold;"></span><br />It used to bark at anything that passed by its fence. Hikari & I walking home, squirrels on its fence, etc. And then it would bark at the joggers at night. <div class="chat"> <div class="msg Nth">it would bark for soooo long...but then one day, it stopped. I guess the old couple who owned it got sick of its barking, or got yelled at too much by other people, or moved away, or it died.<br />But hey, at least when the crazy teenager tried to sing his horrible rock really loudly, it didn't like it either. I was 10 years old. It was 10:39 p.m. A college teenager had his stereos' sound up to the max, he was singing horribly and so off-key, accompanied by his guitar-playing skills he managed to drege up from his memories since he was 8. The dog barked nonstop along with him to make him shut up. After repeatedly teling my dad that I couldn't sleep due to the guy and the dog, my dad agreed that the guy was annoying, and that he would give the guy a piece of his mind. When my dad came home, he said that the neighborhood police guy made him shut up.<br /><br />Wow. Rereading this post make me feel even more like a loser. Not only do I do abnormal things for kids my age, I also like cheesy old movies, and I talk about my life. I'll stop now.<br /></div> </div> </div></div>Dancing Toasthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06709520646006315425noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1039814374825194688.post-22912489854772294012010-09-26T16:59:00.002-04:002010-09-26T17:01:42.111-04:00YAAYYYMYCARISNTGOINGTOBEKILLED!!! :DDD<br /><br />My mum got repairs for the old car and it runs really smoothly now, so my parents decided to keep it for a few more years! Also: the new car has tint now! I won't get skin cancer! YAAAYYY<br /><br />This is a decidedly useless post.<br />This post is very spork-like.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1039814374825194688.post-79247170976086020022010-09-26T16:43:00.001-04:002010-09-26T16:46:32.548-04:00Squid."Older Sister, how many tentacles do squid have?"<br /><br /><br /><br />"Six."<br /><br /><br /><br />"DARNIT!!!"<br /><br /><br /><br />I'll let you guys figure this post out because I love you all so much. ♥Dancing Toasthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06709520646006315425noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1039814374825194688.post-59563317990119502542010-09-23T14:52:00.002-04:002010-09-23T15:03:58.045-04:00HHHAAAAAAAAAMMMThis is soooo weird.<br />So apparently, my neighborhood has omnivorous ducks.<br />A thing about my neighborhood you should probably know about: We have a huge amount of ducks. They are fed by any residents and so, the ducks follow you around, wanting food. This is bad, as they poop on our patio (our patio has no screen). So MY family stopped feeding them, but not the other residents. The ducks still follow residents, hoping for food.<br /><br />A very long time ago, perhaps one month, our family bought ham for sandwiches. Since it is one month, the ham probably went bad. So today, since I was the only one wearing pants, I went outside to throw it out. Two of the neighborhood ducks waddled over, following me. I made kicking motions toward them (I still love the ducks, because they are childhood memories, and their babies are adorable!! Once, the mother duck made a nest near our house, but unfortunately, a rodent of some sort lived under our slightly uprooted tree, ate the eggs, and had strewn all the eggshells at OUR patio. The mother duck never came back.) to ward them off, since it was pig meat. Once I threw the ham out, it didn't fly far, so I could still see the ham. It sank to the bottom very slowly. One of the ducks swam out to where it sank, dipped its head below the water, and FREAKING PICKED IT UP AND ATE THE HAM!!!!!! I mean, WTF???!!!!Dancing Toasthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06709520646006315425noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1039814374825194688.post-60027400427578256772010-09-22T18:47:00.004-04:002012-06-18T19:13:23.608-04:00WAHHHOMGMYCARISGONE<br />
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Yeah, you read that right. My childhood car, the one I've known since FOREVAR, is going to the... (gulp) <span style="font-weight: bold;">car dump</span> and is going to be given up for a new car. WHY IS THE WORLD SO CRUEL??? DD: There were so many memories!!! QAQ (sob, wail)<br />
Toastie took a buncha pictures of the entire car, and my older sister didn't even come downstairs to bid it good bye!! She's so heartless!<br />
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If you don't want to read about suckiness, stop reading. <br />
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I'm having a sucky week, and it's only WEDNESDAY! And I have TWO tests, on a freaking <span style="font-style: italic;">Early Release Day</span>. DX My Language Arts teacher, although she's nice and patient, gives us <span style="font-style: italic;">the</span> STUPIDEST projects in. the. world. AUGH. DX<br />
And how on Earth do I have a bad grade doing a freaking Drama WARM-UP? And why is my sketchbook graded a 95?? DX AUGH!Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1039814374825194688.post-23169489974972875092010-09-13T18:01:00.004-04:002010-11-13T15:53:19.944-05:00My mum is hilarious.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2cxFCZiLtjU/TN76sTZpFUI/AAAAAAAAAHc/dNX220tjLhM/s1600/9-7-2010.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 260px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2cxFCZiLtjU/TN76sTZpFUI/AAAAAAAAAHc/dNX220tjLhM/s320/9-7-2010.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539140230741300546" border="0" /></a><br />My mum is so nice to her children. ♥<br /><br />Today, when she picked us up from the library (from Anime Club, if I may add), she saw us standing with our friends. The first thing she said to us when we got into the car was, "HikariToast (she combines our names), you guys are really SHORT."<br /><br />But I guess that's a little better than what she said to our older sister when she was born. When she held Older Sister (I just realized we don't have a name for her) and said, "Wow, this baby is <span style="font-style: italic;">really <span style="font-weight: bold;">ugly</span></span>."<br /><br />When we come home, the front door is locked, but if we know for sure that Older Sister is home, we knock on the door for many times obnoxiously until she opens it. So today, we knocked, and her friend (who is a guy) was over, and opened the door. The first thing that came out of Hikari's mouth was, "Ohai. Who are you?"<br />In the background, Older Sister was sitting in front of her computer. She laughed at Hikari's comment and then proceeded to say, "Get out of here, you got the wrong house!" XD<br /><br />Many things happened on September 7th. For instance, Hikari got sick, and couldn't go to school. I had to. So in 6th period, our friend, let's call her J., asked me, "Why did you kill Hikari?!" And I was caught off-guard, so I said, " Uuuuhhhh, I was hungry! So I ate her." "How could you??!!! You're so mean!!!" XD<br />And then, when my mum and Older Sister came home, my mum raced upstairs and canceled all of her credit cards because they weren't in her purse. Turns out, she forgot them at home. After the call to the bank, she went downstairs, and my dad said, " I found them."<br />And :Older Sister got a Kingdom Hearts shirt. And when I came home, I found not one, but <span style="font-style: italic;">TWO </span>dead bugs on my forehead<span style="font-style: italic;">.</span> I think it was because I walked through a cloud of gnats while walking home. -_-;Dancing Toasthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06709520646006315425noreply@blogger.com3