Alligator in French is, in fact, alligator.

Today is officially new year's eve. It's going to be sexy.

I am going to have eight billion friends over and we are going to party and eat and giggle and play freaking video games.

I have not done a book review in ages.

I have not completed a book in ages. I've reread several of my favorites, but I haven't finished a new one. I've started about fifteen (those include Clockwork Angel and Sapphique).

I've been busy being a stupid and playing Sims 3 and reading manga and watching anime.

Sims 3 is an amazing game. My sims, however, are stupid. Let me first set the stage.

I like making Sims of either characters from things I write (LIKE MY NOVEL YOU'LL GET TO SEE INSIDE MY NOVEL WHILE I EXPLAIN THIS) or my friends.

The first family I made in Sims was my trio of main characters plus the best friend's love interest.

Quintille (AUGH IT'S SUCH A LAME NAME WHY WOULD I EVER NAME SOMEONE THAT I NEED TO CHANGE IT.) is my main character and the character creator didn't have any good hair and he looks ugly. Also, since I got only around to figuring out/describing what my characters look like more than halfway through the novel, I ended up getting him and his love interest's hair color mixed up. Way to go, me. He ends up being THE FREAKING PRESIDENT, so I figured that the political track would be good for him. In his wishes, he keeps wanting to quit his job and woohoo with his love interest. Woohoo is amazing because that's one of the ways the game can get away with a T rating. I read that on the tropes page on it. You should try reading it, it's interesting. He adopted a baby because he's weird and he couldn't figure out how to marry his love interest. In that last sentence, replace he with I. Puts out his love interest's fires. Scolds love interest for not going to work. Encourages creeping on young children.


Chemile (AUGH IT'S SUCH A LAME NAME I NEED TO CHANGE IT WHY WOULD I EVER NAME SOMEONE THAT AUGH WHYYY.) is my main character's love interest. Stupid. Does not go to work. Makes fires and stands in them. Creeps on young children.

Lue (I really like this name, mons) is my main character's best friend. Blonde, stupid and whoreish. The most notable of her stupidness is stealing babies. You heard me right. She legitimately STEALS BABIES. Well, not babies plural. Not yet, at least. She picks up Quinny's baby, walks around the house, drops it several times, picks it back up and eventually ends up in the back yard. DROPS IT NEXT TO THE SWIMMING POOL. LEAVES IT THERE. Sometimes when I'm paying attention to another sim, I'll see that the baby's happy meter is low and I have Quinny go to its room and it's NOT THERE. And it's in the FREAKING BACKYARD.

Lumin (okay name, I could have done better) is best friend's love interest. He's probably the best out of all of them. He does things extreme and has a mohawk and he aged up and now his everyday clothes are a green tanktop and purple track pants. And he has a mohawk and he has a mohawk and looks like a freaking stupid. Other than that, he goes to work everyday and is a CIA agent even though his dream was to become a forensic person and I chose the wrong side of law enforcement or something. Whatever, he'll deal.

There are my sims and my characters in my novel and that's totally not how they are in the novel, even though I should totally make them that way because it would be funny.

But I haven't addressed the title of this lovely post yet.

Recently, whenever I talk to a friend of mine (conveniently named Erin as well) I say random words like fish and she responds in French and I say more words and I try to stump her. And I said alligator and she didn't respond and eventually told me that alligator in French is, in fact, alligator.

Just a little fact I thought y'all should know.

New year's resolutions never work out.

This year, I am going to use REVERSE psychology on myself. I will be saying the opposite of what I ACTUALLY want to do. It's sure to work.

• I will not be more fabulous. Not any more than I actually am. I have reached my capacity.
• I will not grow my hair out. Really freaking short is long enough for me!
• I'll ALWAYS go on the computer before doing my homework. The reverse is not an option. Who wants good grades?
• On school nights, I will go to bed extremely late. Three or four is good. You don't need quality sleep! The bags-under-your-eyes are in style right now.
• When my driver's test comes around, I will fail it with FLYING COLORS. Especially the parallel parking part.
• I am going to lose NaNo '11. I will write no more than two hundred words a day, if at all. I will have no plot and Mary-Sue characters. I will write like a freaking STEPHANIE MEYER.
• I am not going to make a hat. I will give up and cut it into pieces and cry. 
• It's impossible. I will never finish reading all the freaking books on my book wall. I could never finish all of them in one year.
• I won't finish putting up sticky notes on my walls and various other things from my ceiling. It would make my room far too ugly. Plus, the colors clash.
• I wouldn't imagine of blogging more than once a week. Maybe once a month is better. 
• I will die. I can't live through another whole year. Plus, the year after next is 2012 and I'll end up dying anyway. It will be much less painful to do it this way.
• I will not try out for Romeo and Juliet. And I will most definitely not get to role of Mercutio who happens to be most fabulous person in the whole world.
• I will be horrified and disappointed when The Legend of Korra comes out. It will be absolutely horrible and I will cry after every episode where I don't see Toph.
• I will not save up enough money to buy an iPad or a laptop. They're far too expensive. I can't do that. Not in a whole year.
• I will make sure that my room is covered in a layer of dirt and candy wrappers.
• I will also let down the MANY readers of my blog with lame posts. Prepare to be bored.

I think those are some pretty fine resolutions.

Now for some predictions of the year to come that are not in reverse psychology format.

• Everyone will start panicking and stocking up on canned food for 2012.
• Goliath will come out and be the best freaking thing ever.
• I will turn older.
• The second half of the seventh Harry Potter movie will be sexy, especially with Gringotts and everything. And maybe they'll cut out a few deaths because there are a few choice people who I love.
• Sarah Palin may or may not be mauled by a bear. Or maybe a moose. Either will do.
• I will continue being a stupid and keep using dumb words like squish and fish and alligator and sexy and things like that when I can't think of anything else. 
• I will win THE GAME.
• Actually I already have, but I'm sure that this year the Pope or the Prime Minister of somewhere will confirm it.YAY!

You say stalking, I say people-watching.

Have you ever gone to the mall just to follow people around and see what they buy and make up stories about their lives?

That was pretty much my only reason to ever go to the mall. That, and to get giant cinnamon rolls.

It's especially fun to do this during the holidays, since there is more of a variety and you have to decide if they're buying something for themselves or as a gift.

Don't tell me you've never done it. For example, you're in the center of the mall. You close your eyes. The first person you see, you follow. Quietly. It helps if you have a friend and you talk with them and act natural.

Go into the same stores. Stop a few clothing/whatever racks behind them. If they're with another person, listen to what they're saying. If not, notice if they pick things up, if they make sounds, facial expressions, if they ask an employee a question. Did they try anything on or use any free samples? Do they actually buy anything or do they just look at things?When they leave, browse for a moment more, looking at them out of the corner of your eye. If you have money and have found something that you like, buy it.

Quickly relocate the person. Notice how they walk and how they hold themselves. Note if they wave to other people, smile, or if they stop and talk to someone. Do they have a cell phone? How often is it out? Do they have a bluetooth? Do their clothes look expensive, normal, or secondhand? Dyed  hair or natural? Glasses or not? What kind of shoes are they wearing? What season is it? Are their clothes and shoes season-appropriate? What stores do they go into? Do they go into any food places? What to they get?

After fifteen or so minutes, when you believe you have collected enough data, retreat to somewhere (preferably with food to get) and discuss with the friend that you have brought along for the journey. What is their life story? Are they sad or happy? What are their hobbies? Favorite books and movies? Lame or interesting email address? Leader or follower? Did/do they play sports? Can they type fast? Do they have many friends? Do they have any addictions (from the internet to alcohol)? What is their name? Do they have pets or children? Brothers and sisters? What grades did/do they get? What is their dream job?

It's amazing how much you can guess about a person just by following them around for fifteen minutes.

Never waffle in the shower.

Happy winter break, everyone! It's time for two(ish) weeks of sleeping in and not even getting out of your pajamas half of the time.

So, if you are reading this, you would probably know that I play soccer. I don't play soccer. I PLAY soccer.

If you can't decode that, it means that I play it for the fun and not for winning. But winning is usually a bonus, if we manage it.

Back to soccer. My old team, which we origianlly thought had been broken up because we got out of our agey league thing, has gotten back together. We squished around and we are no longer the lame FIREBOLTS. We are the EVIL SOCKS OF DOOM. Isn't that the sexiest name you've ever heard of? Try and beat that, David Beckham.

I'm cold and it's lateish and I am cold and I want to sleepify and I will leave you until (hopefully) tomorrow with these parting words.

Never waffle in the shower.

Ohanawana!

Everyone knows about those annoying bell-ringers for Salvation Army.

Did you know that tonight, I rang the bells and sang songs and everything? And my ears are ringing from it augh.

Ohanawana!

That's what you say when... I don't know. It's just a thing to say when we do this. We did it last year too. And I think the store that we did it at probably hates us because we sang Dr. Horrible and A Very Potter Musical and various other things and we rang a billion bells really loudly all at the same time.

I'm really tired now because of it. I didn't think that singing and Ohanawanaing and ringing bells and thanking people for their donations was as tiring as it actually is.

I thought I would have a lot to write on this fabulous bell-ringing topic, but I guess my brain just doesn't work because it's not even that late and I was bloofling today.

Have a llama.

Everyone knows that people don't adapt to change well. I am no exception.

My mother is insane. For more details, please refer to picture on the right.

During the summer, my mother keeps my house at an insane temperature of seventy-six degrees.

Now, before I get to where I'm going with this, I would like to take the time to say that the air circulation to my room is not the best. During the winter, it's easily two or three degrees colder than the rest of the house. During the summer, it's definitely three or four degrees warmer than everything else. So when I say seventy-six, I really mean seventy-eight or nine. Now, this past summer, the air conditioner for the lower half of my house broke. You see, I live on the upper half, but hot air rises. It goes up the stairs and into my room.

Especially this season, my family has been getting sick and I've been quarantining myself in my room, with the door closed. To have my room be at least slightly similar to the temperature of the rest of the house, the door has to be open. Do you see my moral dilemma?

Back to your original broadcast.

During the winter, my mother keeps my house at sixty-six.

That, my friends, is a more-than ten degree difference between summer and winter. I cannot adapt to this. At all. I've been trying and trying and my whole life, I have failed. I have been piling blankets on top of my comforter and hugging scalding hot water bottles.

I don't think I have the best circulation in the world. My nose is always frozen in the winter. Whenever I type, my fingers freeze (usually it's not to the keyboard). And even with the fuzziest socks, my toes are stull numb.

So currently, I have a hoodie on over my normal clothes. I'm (un)happy to tell all of you that I'm still shivering. Now, I could get up, get my Snuggie or a blanket or some gloves, but it's not always helpful, because I cannot type with gloves on. My fingers slip around and I always end up keyboard mashing on accident.

My solution to my warmth issue? Whine and complain at my mother in hope that the movement will warm me up, because I know she will not move the temperature from that hideous spot. I also suppose that I could go downstairs, where my grandmother is amazing and likes temperatures over seventy. But there's no computer to blog on.

Little Shop o' Horrors!

My school did Little Shop and I went to see it today and it was really amazing and stuff.

And I was going to blog about something really amazing that I can't remember, but I just realized the piles of homework that I have and I should probably try and get that done.

So I think everyone will have to like, eat a bacon or something, because I won't be blogging until Tuesday, at the least.

I have a hole in my sock.

It's right on my big toe, on my left foot. It's not even at the bottom, it's on the top and part of my nail is showing. It's really been bothering my all night, but I'm too lazy to find a sock without a hole, much less find one more or less the same size as the other one.

You see, all the socks that I have that are clean and I can find are either knee-highs or have holes or are too small because I used to wear them when I was little and I've never given them away or anything.

I like socks a lot. I really like to mismatch socks because if you have two pairs of really cool ones, you can just wear one of each and then it's like BAM. I HAVE THE SUPERPOWERS OF TWO DIFFERENT SOCKS. But it's really weird when you wear one ankle sock and one knee-high and then it's all squeezy on one knee and then the other isn't and it feels weird.

If that made any sense.

I have Halloween socks, I have beach socks, I have Valentine's day socks, I have socks that say 'when pigs fly', I have slipper-socks, I have rainbow socks, I have sparkly socks, I have rainbow sparkly socks, I have fuzzy socks, I have socks with holes in them, I have Wii Fit socks, I have tie-dyed socks, I have socks with little grippies, I have argyle socks, I have polka spotted socks, and a billion more kinds.

What I don't have is pain colored socks. Except white ones, which I usually wear as a last resort. I think that boring socks are boring and if you wear them, you should go die in a bucket.

I think everyone should go to THIS LINK and listen to Dan Rad (Daniel Radcliffe) sing THE ELEMENTS SONG BY TOM LEHRER. It's easily one of the sexiest things ever.


 Two hours pass.


And for the past half hour, I've been trying to figure out what exactly makes a midwestern accent. And it's weird. I think I'll do a separate post on that. Maybe tomorrow if I can remember.

The most fail post ever.

Even though I haven't blogged in ages, I have realized that I still don't have anything to blog about. This past month was filled with staying in my room and typing up a storm and not having a social life.

I've barely read anything, so I can't talk about books. I've barely done anything, so I can't talk about fabulous things that have happened. I've barely done anything cool at all.

This will probably be a stupid stream-of-consciousness that will end up being stupid. Even though I used stupid twice in that sentence. 

As I write this, my dumb dog is squeaking her stupid squeaky ball that she just re-discovered. It's really clashing with One Jump Ahead from Aladdin.

So I have this Harry Potter (movie) calendar. And November was Snape and NaNo. Every day I wrote my wordcounts on it and it's just so satisfying to see that I hit 50,000 before the thirtieth. And Snape's too sexy to take down. Plus, next month is Ginny with a bunch of hearts and lame. So it will stay November for just a few more days.

I want ice cream.

Augh, this is too short, and I'm morally against short posts because I hate it when they end before you scroll down and stuff. I don't know why. That's why I like long posts and pictures a lot. It increases my happiness level.

I am tired. I just watched some Soul Eater, some Stardriver and some Umisho. I'm anime-ful tonight. Also, everyone should look at this.

You're welcome.

Homework? Cleaning my room? PSH. Writhe in pain? Bill Kaulitz? YES.

I have serveral confessions to make.


I have an unhealthy obsession with Bill Kaulitz. I mean, who wouldn't? He's absolutely beautiful.


I have a fake-diseasle called costochondritis, which basically means that my ribs hate me so much and just inflict pain on me whenever they want to. I take painkillers on a regular basis to dull the knives jabbing into my chest. Sometimes I can't remember to save my life if I took it when I'm trying to remember if I did an hour after I'm supposed to, so I don't take it because I'm afraid that I'll die because I took too much.

A hot water bottle has recently become my new best friend.

I haven't cleaned my room since summer. That translates to clothes, books, papers, dust jackets, sticky notes, nail polish, notebooks, CDs, socks, a Bubbles wig, DVDs, and the occasional zerbra snuggie (see that picture? That is totally me) are everywhere. I promised my mother that my room would be clean once NaNo was over, but look, it's over and my room is still hideous.


I promised several friends that I would lend them copies of books I own, but I keep losing them in my room, so I make up excuses that other people have them. Which is some of the time true.

I have a failing (quarter) grade in both science and math. Science because I turned everything in and maybe forgot to put my name on it and maybe because my teacher has yet to grade more than two things for the quart. Math because I hate geometry and because the teacher never gives due dates and I don't know when to turn things in.

I am currently convinced that I am going to die because of my diseasle. It's so painful and I keep crying and the only time it doesn't hurt is when I'm sleeping. If I can get to sleep with the stabbies.

I recently won NaNo and stopped writing my novel, even though I easily have 25k more words to write because my plot is so long and complicated.

The end.

I WON.

So if you can't tell by that nifty little gadget on the left side of this squishy, I won NaNoWriMo. I feel really accomplished because I didn't do any copy/pasting (okay a little at the very end because the counter on the NaNo site was saying that I had 1.5k less than I actually do.

I won before two of my friends and I was absolutely certain that both of them were going to finish before me, if I finished at all, but I BEAT THEM. GO ME. SUCK IT.

Also, my wife stopped her novel just before half-way, which bothered me because her novel was fabulous and fabulous and augh, screw you wife.

I'm nowhere near finishing my novel, but I will take a well needed break from working on it. Until winter break, at least. November has ended two days early. :D

In related news, I bought myself Sims 3 as a reward for myself for finishing the freaking thing. Turns out my computer (an old mac mini) doesn't have the video card for it. So if I want to play it, I'll have to play on my mother or brother's computer. Screw that.

Today marks the last day of Thanksgiving break and I only have to survive a few more weeks after this until winter break, which is nice and lovely.

Prepare for me posting more often and having much wittier posts than this.

DEATH!ly Hallows. (Part One)

So I would hope that everyone went to go see the newest installment of Harry Potter in theater in the last week or so.

I thought it was reallly sexy and everything. Except that they totally decided to ship Harry and Hermione.

Also, there was a lot of Dan Rad without his shirt. Imagine that picture, but like.... for like... ten minutes of the whole movie. It was really weird. I think they just enjoy awkwardness. I would just like to say that Dan Rad is not that attractive of a person.

The Three Brothers animation thing was GODLY. It made me die on the inside.

I suddenly regret putting that picture of Dan Rad on here. It's gross.

Let's see if I can find a better picture. I FOUND ONE. EXAMPLE OF THE SHIPPING. They were totally dancing together and they were dancing realllllllllllllllllllllly weirdly.

Also, if you don't know what shipping is, like my mother, please refer to this link.

Also, if you are too lazy to click on that link and see the sexiness of TVTropes, shipping is basically pairing characters together in your brain (example—Ron/Harry is a ship). Canon is when it happens for realsies (example—Dumbledore/Snape.  Except not really it only happens in my brain. A real example is Hermione/Ron.)

So now you have been educated on the weirdness of Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows (Part One).

I shall go and write my novel now if my fingers will let me. It seems as if I've been developing some kind of PAINNNN in my fingers after I type for two hours. But it's worth it because I can get up to 4,500 words out of two hours.

I am currently at just above 40,000 (I need to be at 50,000). So that means that I have today and the next three days (two of which I have school) to write 10,000 more. I hope to knock out at least 4,000 tonight. Hope I don't die of... finger twitching?

Guess who is totally blogging instead of writing her novel?

Yes it is this one.

But to inspire me, I wanted to post some of my favorite quotes. They might be for reals or just one of my alternate endings. I have two alternate endings so far.

He hopped back in and promptly died.... "Vrrrrmmm," he said and expired.

He began to braid her (ARE YOU READY FOR THIS I FINALLY KNOW WHAT ONE OF MY CHARACTERS LOOKS LIKE 7000 WORDS IN) silvery blonde hair that came down a little less than halfway down her back. 

On December third, the Moon fell into the ocean. 

She stopped reading for a few seconds and stared at the ceiling. "I want to have a hot wife that gives birth to twin eagles while I be all badass and save the city from aliens."

"Do you want to use knives as chopsticks or stab the food with them?"

The kitchen was being such a stupid. I couldn't convince it to give me any bowls or plates. Not even forks or spoons. It only wanted to give me butter knives.

"I live over in REALLY COOL THREE LETTER COLOR NUMBER Town."

    "Noodles with butter!" Chemile exclaimed.
    "Noodles with cheese!" she countered.
    "Butter."
    "Cheese."
    "Butter."
    "Cheese."
    "Butter."
    "Cheese."

She glanced over her shoulder at the other people and started to giggle. "Why is there a fist-sized hole in the wall?"   

"I wish I could go back in time and just tell everyone to not be so stupid." (THAT IS NOT FORESHADOWING, ANYONE WHO IS READING THIS. THIS IS NOT ABOUT TIME TRAVEL, EVEN THOUGH THAT WOULD BE REALLY COOL.) "I wish scientists would hurry up already and invent time travel." 

"Wake. Up. Tilly!" On her last jump, she landed on his arm and there was a loud snap.

So yeah, those are the highlights of my novel so far. Expect more later.  

Scott Westerfeld is one of my own personal gods.

So tonight, Scott Westerfeld visited my fabulous town of towniness. Disclaimer: Read the title of this post.

So he came and spoke and signed books and answered questions and I was so excited and I almost cried and I had an internal panic attack and it was just the most amazing thing ever. While he was speaking, I decided to write down some quotes. They're pretty amazing, though a few need to be explained.

• While talking about where he/other authors get their ideas... "We make shit up... (he glances over to the one or two young children in the crowd) Sorry, kids."
• Discussing creepy dentists... "Where do you want your teeth to be in five years?"
• When talking about his books being translated into other languages, he talks about flipping through a french version of Uglies and says "I know that hoverboard is planche." 
• He asks a question that no one knows the answer to, someone guesses it, and guesses correctly: "...Yes.......But you're just guessing that!"
• While he was showing us slides about how hand-drawn pictures disappeared from books in the 1920's because of cameras, he said "It's such an early camera, notice how the camera is hand-drawn."
• Right after what was said above, "People did not get imaginations in 1920, they got THE CAMERA!"
• A slide in the powerpoint popped up of a walker (something from Leviathan, if you haven't read it, read it). Read it in a whiny voice. "Why is it a giant walking tank?"
• I don't really remember what relevance it had to what he was talking about, but he was talking about TV... "I secretly hope that either the doctor or the lawyer is a vampire... or an alien."
• This one takes a kinda long explanation. So apparently he was talking to Keith Thompson, the guy who does his art, and he told him to just draw a chase scene (I believe) and he did and he came up with this and he said    that the walker was kind of ridiculous and that no one would ever make something like that. And then we were showed a real picture of a kid on something exactly like it, wearing a fez, found by Keith Thompson. It was strangely scary and I wish I could find it on google, but I can't, since I can't remember the name. But anyway, apparently, when the illustrator sent that picture to him... "And he said, "OH REALLY?" After that being called lame.
• This needs no explanation. "Which I think means totally fucking stupid. That kid does not look happy. Which is partially fez-related."
• "I can't get in a fight with Keith, he's Canadian!"
• When he showed us a photo of a diorama made to show his illustrator how he wanted a picture to be set up, we laughed and he said "Surely you are not laughing at my diorama."
• As he was discussing how to honor Australia in Leviathan... "It was either a tazmanian tiger or the Sydney Opera House."
• Think of the same whiny voice as that other quote at the beginning. "So why is it a jellyfish, Scott?"
• Basically a summary of how the Darwinists came to be in Leviathan: "If Origin of Species was a cookbook."
• "Between asymmetry and people jumping off of shit, you can write a billion novels."
• When he was talking about when he was thinking about adding another book to the trilogy just for extra art... "This is a trilogy! We can't have a fourth book!"
• Discussing realizing spacing... "I had to replance 'Alek crossed his legs' with 'Alek crossed his eyes.'"
• Showing off fanart... "You can tell it's manga because it's windy!"

So those were the highlights of Scott Westerfeld coming and being fabulous. He is a genius and fabulous and he should definitely make this place a permanent stop on his tour list. I also got four books signed. It would have been five (maybe six) if two friends had returned Behemoth and Pretties to me in time. D:<

So for all of you that live around here and didn't go and like his writing, you guys are big stupid-heads because that's stupid because he is fabulous and stupid-heads.

The roads.

tutu
candy
continue
pants
Mississippi
ax
some
summertime
reality
cauliflower
paisley
relax
divergence
veer
translucent
hill
enterprise
glissade
trail
reply
knitting
glamour
radon
glisten
windowsill
hangover
crab
starving
comedian
feather
giants
Istanbul
liquidation
tape
forest
guilt
treble
language
obituary
toll
deaths
obese
illusion
emotions
flypaper
landslide
legs
milk
demand
coffee
tap dance
food
pwn
carpet
swan
unit
Toronto
parent
scarf
melting
shortcut
tripods
yellow
cocoa
run
shine
raincloud
elevator
trance
tribune
toes
fingernails
woody
rapture
octopus
good
swiss cheese
timid
July
blue
calamity
illusionary
turbulence
solitary
mini-golf
lung
dementia
gleeful
France
bible
jamboree
plum
funny
saxophone
solicit
swagger
omniscient
where?
playing-card
consume
noxious
salsa
lich
crusade
sponge
king
stiletto
Neptune
success
longcut
allow
singer
ostrich
salamander
dagger
dance
willow
gold
done
fish
broken-glass
hooker
sagging
eggplant
sleepywinker
supremacy
penultimate
wind
absolute
sailboat
anteater
pharaoh
conjunction
tools
clock
everywhere
emeralds
thyme
arse
sanctity
Montgomery
flamingo
paradox
burorcdkgharh
intertwine
extra-terrestrial
slice
shooting stars
twiddle
blink
murder
tingling
synergy
modest
violin
cerebral
mix
large
cake
valor
muffins
nihilism
ass
blonde
daydream
lies
stream
verbose
equator
give
crick
flamboyance
time
nevermore
investigate
December
smile
swim
fickle
dastardly
bastard
sexy
eon
devastating
century
handsome
adoration
tin
oak
hospital
abnormal
bird
adversary
average
sexton
what?
woodpecker
disarm
loose
mint
scourge
scum
teeth
serene
eyelashes
simple
scarecrow
alloy
sleep
fools
warrior
link
pan
argyle
pron
Apollo
silent
winter
maple
hearts
hats
fornication
Jesus Christ
heretic
sauce
ocean
heathen
Cthulu
cry
clarity
trample
widdershins
flags
torch
illusionaryfull
tiger
shoe
wax
hangman
stars
fly
zip
zap
zop
vanquish
silk
blade
road
didgeridoo
dictionary
syringe
cumin
lace
love
red
crystal
twinkle
zeppelin
sundial
lead
boat
sheep
albatross
cataclysm
tah-dah!
gears
teapot
pillow
pi
ribbons
limbo
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NaNoWriMo is the sexiest and unsexiest thing in the entire freaking world, man.

I am very well aware that it has been years (two weeks?) since I last blagged. I am very well aware that this is what I now say when I start a new post because I often don't have anything else better to say. And just to let all of you know, I have a list of things to blog about, but what I've chosen for this one takes priority. I might also do a review at the end of it if it's not as long as I planned, because I totally just read an epic book that came out on Tuesday. And if you don't know what it is... A PLAGUE UPON YOUR FAMILY. (Spoiler alert: I DON'T DO THE REVIEW. Not until the next post, children.)

I'm sure most of the people reading this have heard people hiss 'NaNoWriMo' or 'NaNo' during October and November. It's not a secret. It's not something horrible like You-Know-Who, okay it kinda is, but no-one flinches or starts crying when you say it.

NaNoWriMo is short for National Novel Writing Month, which takes place during the month of November. The goal is to write at least fifty thousand words in thirty days. One thousand, six hundred sixty seven words a day. I will promise you two things if you do it.

1. It will ruin your life.
2. It will make your life amazing.

How will it do that? you ask? Both at the same time? That's not possible. IT IS! WITH THE POWER OF NANO, IT CAN BE YOURS FOR JUST THREE EASY PAYMENTS OF $19.95.

Not really. Anyway, I totally forgot what I was originally going to say. Oh yes! I was going to elaborate on how it does both at the same time.

• How it ruins your life~

It does this by slowly embedding itself into your head and even after the month is over you'll be checking your word count every five seconds. Once you end up breaking the habit, you'll realize that it's July and November is just a few months away and the habit will pick up again in the first few hours.

Your family will begin to get sick of you locking yourself in your room for hours at a time, even if you already do this. If you ask them questions like 'What if I wrote a novel about gay vampires who beat each other up?' they'll begin to respond with generic answers like 'You need more of a plot than that.' and you'll start to ask dumb questions like that on a daily basis.
You'll begin to feel a stronger connection to your main character(s) than your closest friends and you'll begin to refer to them as actual people. And you won't talk to your friends at all because you'll be far too busy trying to write.
You'll write under the desks during class and instead of eating during lunch when you're behind (or ahead, for that matter) on your word count.

• How it makes your life amazing~

It makes your life amazing by giving you a goal and by the end of the month, no matter how many french verbs you've conjugated in the middle of dialogue to boost your word count and no matter how many times The Traveling Shovel of Death comes in and kills someone you'll still (hopefully) have at least a start to a novel, if not more.
It makes your life amazing by making you check your word count every five seconds because really, what's life without a little obsessiveness?

It makes your life amazing by pissing off your family, since that was probably one of your main goals in the first place.
It makes your life amazing by disconnecting you from your friends because when it's all over you can reconnect and share novels and you'll have so many more things to talk about.

It makes your life amazing by adding a bit of danger. I mean, what if the teacher catches you novelling instead of note-taking? BLASPHEMY!

So as you may have guess, NaNo is a very stressful time in a young person's life. So if you're a teacher and your student doesn't turn in their homework on time, don't take off points because they might have stayed up until two the night before trying to finish a scene and get their wordcount up.
If you're someone's boss and they seem to be slacking off just a bit more than usual, and you've noticed a Word document up on their screen a bit more than usual, but them some slack.

If you're a parent (HEY PARENTS, IF YOU'RE READING THIS, THIS IS FOR YOU) and your child stays up a bit later than you'd like because they're writing, don't chop off their heads. If they complain a bit more about going places without computers or doing chores, it's because they are invested in writing and WRITING MAKES KIDS SMARTER. (Maybe. I totally made that up, but I bet it's true. It makes them more creative and stuff, though.) DO YOU WANT TO DEPRIVE YOUR CHILD OF THAT?

As for me doing NaNo, last Wednesday (day) I had two ideas that I was trying to decide between. Wednesday (night) I had an idea, so that's a third one to decide between. Flying cities, Europe and bumblebees. Yesterday I asked some friends and I narrowed it down to flying cities and bumblebees. And I put my status on facebook as 'Flying cities or bumblebees?' and everyone except one said flying cities. So that's the idea I'm doing. It's the story I was probably going to do anyway because I have most of it planned out.

I have a question for you people. Would it be totally lame if at the end one of my mainish characters pulled a Harry and was all dead and everyone thought they were dead but then it ended up not but then the bad guy is all but defeated when they come back? And it's possibly going to be my main character's love interest.

Good golly, that was far more than I ever expected to write on the topic of NaNo. Prepare for more or an absence of more in the coming weeks.

Poodles are fun things.

So darlings. I'm sitting in a library. It's a closed library, but we begged and begged to be let in. We are so amazing at begging that it just happened to work. So now I'm sitting in the library with Etsie (read her version of poodles HERE, just look for a post of the same name) and we decided to both blog and now we have to blog about the same thing. She found a random blog post idea generator, and it came up with 'Poodles are fun things'. I have no idea what that means or what it wants, but I will try my freaking best. :D

So on the topic of what we're supposed to be blogging about. Poodles. I have a half-poodle creature thing. It's evil and barks. She's a corgi-poo. We got her a year ago when my grandmother decided that she was lonely with me and my brother at school and my parents at work. Therefore, we had to get a dogbeast.

She does weird things and she's obsessed with her laser thing that she chases. She has this nervous twitch whenever she's by the piano, where we keep it, and she's always glancing up there like TWITCH TWITCH. I totally switched the picture that I hard originally for an actual one of Fang. Look up. She looks all mental and posed and for a second I thought it looked like a painting, but this is the only good picture I have of my dogbeastie.

That's really not saying that poodles are fun things, though.

But... in the winter when I go sledding sometimes, I bring her with me, and she pulls me down the hill and bites me. It's fun. Except the biting part. It's only because she gets freaked out that the sled thingy is like... chasing her or something.

I think this is all I have to say about poodles. Truthfully, they scare me.

My mother almost kinda-sorta could have run over an old man on Saturday.

I am very well aware that it's been...er... more than a week since I last blogged. I feel quite terrible about it. But I do not feel terrible that I am actually doing my homework and I'm doing extracurricular things as well. And I'm not being the anti-social person I was last year, cause last year I would go home as soon as school was over and just sleep.

Also, I was planning on posting this two days ago (Saturday) but then Blogger decided to hate me and when it started working again, Firefox quit, so I took it as a sign that I was not meant to blog that night.

So. Attention all ye stalkers. I'm going to be giving hints whereish I liveish. Not really kinda. But if you're an amazing stalker, then I bet you can figure it out. Not that I'm inviting you to do that or anything. But yeah. But I'm only giving this disclaimer because I have a flag counter that says that I have viewers from other countries. So maybe people other than my friends read this.

So. We live in a town where we have obnoxious football fans storming the stadium once a week during the fall. And it just so happens that my mother's friend from like... middle school that she still nerds with weekly is a policey person who has to make sure people don't get themselves run over. And so my mother decides most every week to be a nice person and bring her hot chocolate or chocolate or something yummy so that she doesn't die. I'm always forces along because my mother has to drive and I hop out and we meet at a secret location.

On this occasion, people were being stupider than usual and biking into the street in front of us while we're going pretty fast and they're walking in the street and augh. And we were stopped kinda close to where my mom's friend was. So I was all 'Hey, I'll just get out now, toodles.'

AND THERE'S THIS OLD MAN ON THE SIDEWALK. And I don't know what he's doing. Right before I got out, it looked like he was going in a circle or something. And when I got out, I think I might have freaked him out or something, and he fell in front of my mother's car. She was stopped. But he was still on the ground. And I was just standing there with my jaw on the ground, holding a hot cocoa while some smart people from the sidewalk help him up. And my mom told me to leave the scene of the crime, which I totally think was illegal or something. And I delivered the hot cocoa all shocked-like.

That was my little adventure of the week.

I'm home sick today from school since my darling wifey probably gave me her disease. I have the icky sore throat and I couldn't sleep at all last night. And I think I will wrap up this post so that I can eat ice cream and watch a sick movie.

I often have weird reasons for hating things like superman ice cream, mangas and Oscar the Grouch.

I totally hate superman ice cream. But not for the reason you might think. I don't think it tastes all that terrible. It's okay and has a weird aftertaste.

My real reason for hating/giving up hope in superman ice cream when I was a child was because I was pissed off that it didn't turn me into superman. So I decided to hate superman ice cream for all time. And I was only reminded of it today when all the little children at my cousin's birthday party wanted superman ice cream. Prepare to be disappointed, little children things. I hope they know that their hopes and dreams and everything that they ever wanted will be soon ripped to shreds. Just like what happened to me.

I hated Oscar the Grouch when I was little for one irrational reason. I hate that ugly color green. It's like.... vomit. And baby-food peas. And death. All mixed together with a hideous voice.

I cannot stand most mangas. They're so vague. I have to have things spelled out for me to understand, so mangas are not necessarily my strongest point. The worst thing is that all my friends read mangas obsessively and are always discussing it and I want to watch the anime of it, but they seem to tell me not to because it's either so different or it sucks really badly. But, in other news, LOOK UP. IT'S LOVELESS. PEDO!!! That is one manga I actually might try and read. I might annoy my friends horribly, though.

Also, I seem to have given up all hope in blogging. School has sucked all possible life from me. I'm channeling my life into other fabulous things, though. So it's kind of okayish. Maybe. I'm trying to figure out what my next poll should be.

Sometimes I hate how it makes sense in my life to say "Don't fling sushi into the elevator shaft."

It's sad that things like sushi and elevator shafts often come together into the same sentence. When they really shouldn't.

The first week of school is over. According to my Latin teacher, there are only thirty-five weeks left of school now. Scoreee.

I really have nothing to blog about. My brain has been focusing on school and reading and things of that nature.

I might post a review tomorrow on a book that I just finished called The Lathe of Heaven by Ursula K. Le Guin. If I can get a firmer grasp on the entire thing. It's really confusing.

It's lovely to officially say that I am no longer a freshman.

Sophomore, I am.

I have a giant S thing for sophomore. I don't know why. But I know that I didn't want to choose the first hit on google when you search 'sophomore' because it's of two chicks with their shirts off on top of a bridge over a highway.

And I am so tired from the first day of schoolness and junk that I am going to fall asleep before double digit hours.

You may be arrested if you wear hideously colored clothing.

So... school starts tomorrow. I definitely won't be able to blog every day. So I have decided that I will blog on Tuesdays, Thursdays, Fridays and Saturdays. Maybe the occasional Sunday. I do know that I WILL blog four times a week.

Anyways, I have decided that for the first day tomorrow, I will paint my nails rainbow. Since that's the only day I ever bother trying to paint my nails. I have more important things to paint other days.
I've had to alter the rainbow for ten fingers, though. It's somewhat terrible because I have no good blues and I might cry.

Earlier I went for a walk with my dog and brother (why him, I don't know, at least he's good at picking up dog poo) around my entire neighborhood. He spat in my face and kicked me several times and failed to control the dog. I totally googlemapped the entire walk and it was four miles.

I was also at the Renaissance Festival and while we were there, we saw someone with such a hideously colored shirt (see: neon yellow-green), much like othe one pictured above. And every time we saw it out of the corner of our eyes, they burned.  So we all chipped in a bit of money and had the girl arrested. I bet she's still confused who had her arrested. And we yelled at a little boy with a similar colored shirt and warned him of what we did to the girl. He and his mother laughed and kept glancing over to the jail nervously.

All in all, today was a pretty fabulous last day of summer.

Baseball bats and hula hoops are two things that should never be mentioned in the same sentence.

Everyone knows that this weekend is Labor Day Weekend. I don't know if all those words should be capitalized and frankly, I don't really care. And on LABOR DAY WEEKEND, people barbecue. My family decided to have our barbecue tonight with all of their/our nerds that come over on Sundays to play D&D/Champions. They brought their FAMILIES.

I haven't seen the family people in a while, and it was like visiting my memories from when I was seven. Absolutely nothing has changed. For example...

We still go to the park near my house and run around giggling like a bunch of three year olds even though our youngest in the group of children is six or so and the oldest of us has just left for college.

We still have hula hooping contests in the front yard and time how long I can go for and when I'm just getting going, at six minutes Johnathan still comes at me with a baseball bat.

We still try and play hide and go seek and when it comes Krissy's turn to find people, she doesn't do anything.

Not that all of that stuff actually happened in the past, but similar things did occur.

Now I must rest for tonight is the last night before tomorrow. That really made no sense. I have to get up early for two reasons. One, Renaissance Festival. Two, I need to try and get back on a normal sleep schedule.

VOTE FOR YOUR FAVORITE VILLAIN, GOSHDARNIT.

There are three books that I cannot finish no matter how hard I try.

There are only three books in all of existence that I have tried to read but absolutely could not finish because I thought it was so horrible or I just hated how the story was going. I am planning on trying to finish one of them before Tuesday, though. Maybe. Probably not, though.

Book number one... The strangely semi-popular Eragon series thing. I'll list off all the things that I find wrong with it.

• Wasn't it supposed to be just two books then moved to a triogy and now four? I hate it when authors do that. Like Smeyer. I wouldn't mind it if Suzanne Collins did it. I want another Hunger Games book, possibly from the point of view of Peeta.
• I never really was into the whole fantasy dragon stuff. Sci-fi and supernatural things are more my style. 
• The writing is overly... over. Y'know what I'm talking about, don'tcha?
• He wrote it when he was what... sixteen or seventeen? I've spoken to people before about how people should wait to publish their novels until they're older because their writing style changes and it's all weird. And I've had angsty conversations with Wiffy on this topic. Specifically referencing this author guy. Which I can't remember. Christopher P....
• The intro is so long and boring. I just remember just a flood of detail and I was what... eleven or twelve when I tried to read it? I don't care about all the whatevers of the forest and all the complicated things that I can't be bothered to remember now. I just know that there was a rock/egg thing.

I can't think of anything else at the moment. But I have to say that there is one thing that I admire about the author guy. Apparently it's been two years since his last book came out and people are going insane waiting for the fourth and he's not succumbing to the pressure, which is what I think Suzanne Collins did. That's probably why Hunger Games was the best of the trilogy because she had no one to bother her about finishing it but herself. And Catching Fire she had a lot of people which was why the time in the arena was so short. And before Mockingjay there we so many rabid fans, we can say safely that the reason that the ending was so rushed and Finnick didn't even get a paragraph was because she has succumbed to pressure.

Every girl reads the second book in elementary school/middle school. My friends were always talking about it and when they asked me what I thought of it, I always shrugged it off and said that I didn't really like it. They ignored me and continued. I never really opened a copy of The Sisterhood of the Traveling Pants until I got it for Christmas from my grandparents two years ago. Whuppee. I decided that I had nothing better to do over winter break, so I tried to read it. I could not get past the tenth page, I just hated the writing style so much. And it was just so cliched. I don't mind the movie, though. I watch it occasionally on sick days along with the Harry Potter movies, Finding Nemo, The Emperor's New Groove and Charlie's Angels.

The third book I read last summer along with its prequel, Peeps. It's by Scott Westerfeld and it's called The Last Days. I don't know why I hated it so much. Scott Westerfeld is one of my heroes and I love all of his books. Except that one. It just bothered me so much. I totally know what happens, though, since Wiffy told me.

And now, since it's one in the morning and I plan to get up early to go biking for a long time and then BBQ and then dance in the streets, I shall retire. Also, please vote on my villain poll.

P.S., school starts the day after tomorrow.

P.P.S., I want a pet octopus.

What. I am so confused.

I was going to have a fabulous blog post, but I totally forgot about it since I think I'm going crazy. The music I'm listening to sounds like it's speeding up and then slowing down and I can't remember what I'm trying to type.

And I just came back a little later with the intention of adding onto this and I saw that there were a lot of weird mistakes. I think my brain was randomly messed up for a minute or two.

And I still need to sleep because I'm making random careless mistakes. I PROMISE something fabulous tomorrow because all I have to do tomorrow is go to lunch for my Grandma's birthday.

Also, don't forget to VOTE FOR YOUR FAVORITE VILLAIN OF ALL TIME.

Ha Ha!

Haha. And you all thought this was a real post, didn't you?

Tonight is officially my night off.

How to tell if YOUR facebook friend is a person that should be associated with (by MY standards). Warning: Extremely accurate.

Screw that. Screw good guys. Everyone loves the bad guys. Especially like, children of bad guys. For example, DRACO MALFOY. He's beautiful. Especially in that picture. Recently blogger has been hating me and it's not been letting me put pictures where I want (for example, I want some words above that picture, but it won't let me).

Somehow, the clock has magically turned to quarter after twelve. And I need to get up earlyish to babysit and I got next to no sleep last night so I'm screwed and why am I so intent on blogging every day?

Facebook. That can be the only reason I haven't blogged. I've been busy looking at people's profiles, looking at their number of friends, frequency of relationship status changes, whether or not their middle name is correct, number of swear words in statuses, lack of grammar and spelling in statuses, and sluttiness of pictures. From all those factors, I can decide if they're the kind of person I would associate myself with on a regular basis or if they're the kind of person who I wouldn't touch with a fifty-foot stabby. Maybe I would. To stab them, y'know.

How to tell if YOUR facebook friend is not to be associated with. Note: works best with girls.

1. Number of friends. Not always completely accurate, sometimes they just know a lot of people (maybe they moved or something). 1-200, one point. 201-400, three points. 401 plus, five points.
2. Frequency of relationship status changes. Usually very accurate. Over a three week period of time... 0-1 changes, one point. 2-3, three points. 4 plus, five points.
3. Middle names. Usually quite accurate. If it is their actual name, one point. If it is a commonly used nickname or something not too daunting, three points. If it is something along the lines of 'Bob PrEtTyHaIrLoVe Smith', five or seventy points. Your choice.
4. Frequency of swear words in statuses. Semi-accurate. Look at ten statuses. 0-3, one point. 4-8, three points. 9 plus, five.
5. Grammar and spelling in statuses. Very accurate. Two statuses, punctuation and capitalization count. 0-2 mistakes, one point. 3-6 mistakes, three points. 7 plus mistakes, five points.
6. Sluttiness level of pictures (profile picture especially). Very accurate. Low sluttiness level, one point. Medium sluttiness level, three points. High and above sluttiness level, five plus points.

Scoring—
6-18— CONGRATULATIONS! You have found the type of person that Erin would assosiate herself with!
18-25— You have found the type of person that Erin tolerates most of the time.
25 and BEYOND—Erin would not stab this person with a fifty-foot stabby.

Also, people should vote on the top left thing on the poll.

Who IS the best villain of all time?

Things do not go as planned. You see, I have a play that needs to be in tomorrow and I, for some reason, decided that I could edit it. And I need to go to bed early to go to the zoo with my brother and cousins and people. So this might be shorter than I think it might be.

I am going to address the question asked by people around the world. Maybe. If I am able to make up my mind. Otherwise, this might just end up as a list of epic villains

• Dr. Cable. Made infamous by the Uglies trilogy (Scott Westerfeld). She is Tally(-wa~!)'s main enemy through the whole thing unless you count herself, which I totally do. She's a giant jerk and a special and evil. If it wasn't for her, the whole Mind Rain wouldn't have happened.
• Gaston. He is the jerkiest of all jerks. He like, tries and kills the Beast. And he almost makes him DIE. Guh. Screw him. He's only interested in himself. The jerk thing.
• President Snow. I'm sure whoever came up with the Hunger Games is far more evil, but he's all blood and roses and wants to kill Katniss and everyone she loves and I'm totally not going to spoil Mockingjay for everyone.
• Voldemort. I think he might win. Everyone I've asked has sid him automatically. He killed Harry's parents and a billion other people. He used UNFORGIVABLE curses.
• Scar. HE KILLED SIMBA'S DAD. I think I've said enough.
• Light Yagami. For all of you who don't know, he's the main character of Death Note who decides to rid the world of criminals by killing them all with the Death Note. He kills so many people. Like Voldemort. And he works side-by-side the detective trying to figure out who he is. 
• Ozai and Azula. They're half of a crazy family. Ursa and Zuko are mostly sane. The insane father-daughter duo on the other hand want to burn all of the Earth Kingdom's precious hope to the ground.
• Count Olaf. He's a greedy, evil man from The Series of Unfortunate Events. He will stop at nothing to get his hands on that money. It's terrible.
• Darth Vader. Is there really something that I have to say about him to convince you guys that he's one of the best villains?

I think from that list there is a tie between Snow, Voldy, Light, and Ozai/Azula. If anyone reads this, VOTE. Tell me which one is the best in the comments and why. Maybe I'll even put up a poll on the sidebar.

President Snow

Voldemort

Light Yagami

Ozai and Azula

Someone has suggested that tomorrow I should do the most epic heroes. And so I shall. Be prepared, children. (Hey, Be Prepared is the name of the song that Scar sings.)

School year resolutions are for people who want to feel accomplished.

So every year I seem to have the same set of school year resolutions that I break in the first day. Or something. Here's my list of what I can remember. I usually end up adding on to it on the first day.

I always promise myself that I will....

• Do my homework.
• Try and join clubs/afterschool things.
• Make new friend peoples.
• Do my homework.
• Get good grades.
• Make a good impression on my new teachers.
• Do my homework.
• Try and give a good effort to participate in class.
• Be a good student.
• Do my homework.
• Get rid of my bad habit of staying up too late on school nights.

I think that's all I can think of.

I usually break all of those on the first day, so I don't know why I keep trying. And for some reason, my brain has been telling me recently that this year I should really try with my homework. I do it sometimes. Most of the time. I just don't put much effort in.

My entire week up until school starts (technically it's a week from today, actually) is completely booked. Babysitting, friends, babysitting, friends, my grandma's birthday, etc. So I am trying to figure out how I'm going to get everything I want done this summer done in the next week.

In other news, it's been a week since Mockingjay came out and I am probably even more disturbed after a week of letting it sink in.

I've become really lazy with this blog recently. I haven't done anything interesting. I'll do it later. Like... tomorrow. I will spend all night tomorrow working on it rather than listening to Defying Gravity a billion times mixed in with A Very Potter Musical. I will do something extremely interesting tomorrow. I have yet to figure out what.  I also really want to see Wicked recently.

Unnatural things like guyliner, Sweedish Fish and gay marriage should not be allowed in the United States.

 Other unnatural things such as toothpaste, the internet and paper plates should be banned.

Here is a lovely list that my lovely friend, Lydia posted on facebook and then said it would be a fabulous idea to post on here.

1) Gay marriage is not natural, and, as Americans, we reject unnatural things like eyeglasses, polyester, and liposuction.

2) Gay marriage will encourage straight people to be gay in the same way that hanging around tall people makes you tall.

3) Legalizing gay marriage will open the door to all kinds of crazy behavior. People may even wish to marry their pets because dogs have legal standing and can sign a marriage contract.

4) Straight marriage has been around a long time and hasn't changed at all. Women are still property, blacks can't marry whites, and divorce is still illegal.

5) Straight marriages would be less meaningful if gay marriage was allowed. The sanctity of Brittany Spear's 55 hour just-for-fun marriage would be destroyed.

6) Straight marriages are valid because they produce children. Gay couples, infertile couples, and old people shouldn't be allowed to marry because our orphanages aren't full yet and the world needs more children.

7) Obviously, gay parents will raise gay children because straight parents only raise straight children.

8) Gay marriage is not supported by religion. In a theocracy like ours, the values of one religion are imposed upon an entire country. That's why we only have one religion in America.

9) Children can never succeed without a male and female figure in a home. That's why we as a society expressly forbid single parents to raise children.

10) Gay marriage would change the foundation of society; we could never adapt to new social norms. Just like we haven't adapted to cars, the service-sector economy, or longer life spans.

I think that was lovely. Don't you think that was lovely? I do.

I also think that it is getting kinda late and I have listened to Defying Gravity one too many times and my father keeps on poking his head in my room and keeps on telling me to sleep. BUT I SHANT.

Today is the last Sunday that I'll be able to stay up late and sleep in the next day. Next Sunday night, I'll be struggling to get my sleep schedule back to one that is considered somewhat normal. While I'm doing that, I'll probably be experiencing severe symptoms of withdrawl. Yes, you can have withdrawl from going to sleep at a different time than normal, it happens to me every year.

I think I said yesterday or the day before that I'd do something about school years resolutions, so that will be tomorrow, fo sho.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY, ZOE!

Today is Zoe's birthday. Zoe is my last remaining friend who lives in my neighborhood. We no longer go to school together, but we still talk to each other and tonight (in about a half hour, actually) we're going to eat at her house with another friend person.

So even though Zoe probably doesn't read my blog, I'm going to write her a haiku.

Birthdays are fun and
junk so you better have a
fabulous birthday.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY, ZOE!


In case you are scrolling down, trying to figure out where the rest of my fabulous post is, there's no more because I need to go party at Zoe's house. TOODLES!

This post somehow turned into a scary story that I heard in second grade.

I have been listening to Lady Gaga non-stop for the past three days. At least when I can get my hands on music.

 The days left of summer are slowly dripping by, like those last drops that just don't want to come off of the faucet. They drip. Drop. Drip. Drop. Slower and slower with each drop.

With each drip. Drop. Drip. Drop, I lose more and more of my focus. Focus that, up until I lost it, helped me write and read and BLOG.

Drip. Drop. Drip. Drop. Have you noticed how my posts have been getting shorter and shorter? It's  because my attention span is leaking. Drip. Drop. I'm trying, though, to mop it up and drink back up my attention. I'll need it for school. If I want to be a good student like I promise myself at the beginning of every year. I'll make a list of things that I fail to keep as promises to myself tomorrow.

Now it's time for a scary story since the drippy metaphor/simile (who freaking cares, they both are comparative) has reminded me. I hope you read the title and know that I was told this in second grade. I was freaked out by it and then soon after, I was telling it to my little brother and back-door neighbor.

It's called DRIP DRIP DRIP.

So there's this little girl, she's seven. I don't know what her name is, but her parents leave her home alone like, all the time. And she's totally cool with it and junk. And there's this police man guy who checks in on her every once in a while. (Guys, this is a scary story, pretend that this could actually happen.)
So one night she's sitting at home watching TV. She's a little freaked out, so when she's freaked out, she sticks her hand under her couch where her dog sleeps, and he licks her hand. About a half hour later, she hears this weird dripping noise. Drip. Drip. Drip. She checks the kitchen and the bathroom faucets. They're not dripping. She shrugs it off and goes back to watching TV. She's a little freaked out again, so she sticks her hand under her couch and her dog licks her hand.
Right then, on TV, a SPECIAL BULLITEN pops up. Apparently, there's a lunatic murder on the loose. She's freaked out again, so she sticks her hand under her couch and her dog licks her hand.
The SPECIAL BULLITEN tells her to board up all doors and windows if you live in a certain area. Turns out, she lived in that area. So the seven-year-old somehow manages to board up the doors and windows.
She sticks her hand under her couch and her dog licks her hand when she's finished. She goes back to watching TV.
She hears the drip. Drip. Drip. Drip again. She checks the bathtub, the toilet, the washing machine, anything that could be making that noise. Nothing.
She goes back to watching TV again and she sticks her hand under her couch and her dog licks her hand.
There's a pounding at the door and she hears the familiar voice of the police man guy yelling for her to unboard the door because he needs to talk to her. She does as she is told and he comes inside and tells her to sit on the couch. She sticks her hand under her couch and her dog licks her hand. She asks the police man guy what's happening and he tells her that he thinks that he found the murderer.
There's a scurrying sound from behind the couch and he runs off yelling that she shouldn't look up. Being a seven-year-old girl, she's curious. So she looks up and her dog is hanging from the ceiling fan, blood falling, going... Drip. Drip. Drip.

THE END!

I hope you all enjoyed that.


And I hope you all know that I just typed that up at closed to three in the morning so even though I've gotten over my fear of that story in the third grade, it's starting to freak me out a bit. So that was for you. If I have nightmares tonight and if I can't get to sleep, I blame the people who read this.

Accomplishments, accomplishments.

I feel extremely accomplished today.

First, I woke up before noon.

Second, I babysat for some adorable twins. And got twenty dollars.

Third, I went to Value World and bought prettyful skirts for school.

Fourth, I went to the bank and talked to the lady mostly by myself and put in money and didn't spend it.

Fifth, I went to the Farmer's Market with my mother and we bought lots of delicious foodies for only five dollars.

Sixth, I plotted out my story some more and then realized that half of it doesn't work. So I scrapped that and with the help of several friends, I am plotting a new way for it to work.

Seventh, I will finish blogging as soon as I click that big, orange 'PUBLISH POST' button.

Ideas are good and bad. It depends on when you have them.

This blog post probably won't be very long since I'm trying to completely plot out a new idea.

I would like to say that Mockingjay has definitely left a lasting impression on me. It keeps popping into my head and making me want to cry.

As for my new idea, I'll say that it's set in the future along with just about everything I write about. And it's set in the AIR. I'll let y'alls figure that one out for yourselves.

I have to babysit tomorrow. It's 1:45. I have to get up by at least 11:30. I am depressed.

Twelve days until school starts.

If anyone actually reads this besides my mother, I want some opinions on names. I know they're not the most normal things, but I like them and I want to see if other people do as well.

Quintille

Chora

Lua

Lue

Chemil

Lumine

Nysca

Crenell

Igno

Reata

Hilom

Silif

So post a comment on here with if you like them, if they fit together and which ones suck/don't suck the most. 

That is all. I need my beauty rest.

Mockingjay: REVEALED! Caution! Spoilers!

This is a spoiler on Mockingjay. I've been wanting to do one for a while, and this book seems like a great one to do it.

Oh yeah, and I'm sorry I didn't blog last night. I have a lovely excuse. I was at a party until late and then I wanted to get to bed early so that I could get up early and read this book and then blog about it.

I wouldn't suggest reading it unless you either a) do not care about spoilers, b) do not plan to read the book in the near future/at all (SHAME ON YOU!) or c) have read it.

Warning.

Second warning.

Third warning.

Ready.

Set.

Go.

I hope y'all know I did that so that if people went on here just to check for updates, they hopefully will not be assaulted by spoilers.

I'm going to start out with a flat out list of things that happen that I think might interest people if looking for spoilers.

• Katniss, Gale, and Peeta all live.
• Finnick and Annie get married.
• Finnick dies. I never cry for books or movies. His death made much cryings.
• Prim dies. -insert BAWLING here-
• Peeta gets tortured/messed up by the Capitol by a type of torture called 'Hijacking'. It's a thing that uses tracker jacker poison to make him afraid of certain things. Katniss, in particular.
• Team Gale dies.
• Katniss has not-fake kids. With Peeta.
• Prim DIES. Do you not get that? She DIES.
• President Snow dies. He's supposed to be executed by Katniss. But then Katniss kills the current President (the not so promising ex-President of district thirteen who wants to have a final games for all the children of important Capitol people instead of executing the important people) and doesn't get in trouble for it because she's called crazy which she totally is.
• As I stated above, President Coin dies.
• They live in district thirteen for most of the book. It's underground and completely self-sufficient. 
• Katniss gets shot.
• District thirteen gets bombed by missile/bomb-things that are meant to dig deep into the ground.
• So many people die.

I can't think of much more at this point. I hope you guys know that that was all DEFINITELY NOT IN ORDER. So .... yeah.

Maybe I'll do basic plot-points.

• Katniss is exploring what's left of district twelve. She finds that the Victor's Village survived and not much else.
• Not long after, she agrees to be their (people of district thirteen and people left of twelve. Also the rest of the districts once they're in the rebellion) 'Mockingjay' and the head of the rebellion.
• Everyone had been suspecting that Peeta was dead, but he shows up on TV asking for a cease-fire, even though nothing had started yet. He looks healthy and in control of his head.
• Katniss asks for conditions for her Mockingjayness. She wants immunity for all the previous tributes, no matter what they've done, she wants Gale to be with her during most of the things that she has to do, and she wants to be able to hunt again. She asks President Coin, she agrees, and announces it in front of everyone in the district. But she says that if Katniss doesn't follow the rules, the conditions are broken and the immunity is no more. Including hers.
• So they start filming propaganda that they can feed into the other districts' TVs and eventually the Captiol's.
• They go to district eight. Everything gets really intense because a hospital is bombed and Katniss starts yelling at a camera.
• They watch more interviews of Peeta, with him looking weaker and more tired each time. At the last interview, Peeta warns them of a bombing. During the interview, BeeTee is feeding in propaganda and Peeta is trying to fight it. Eventually, the interview ends with the camera being knocked over and blood is spilled on the white floor. 
• They decide that it's too risky not to take his seriously, so they put everyone in a bunker at the very bottom (try like, forty floors into the ground) of the entire district thirteen building. It is bombed, and they're in there for quite some time. 
• After they're let out, Katniss (along with Gale, Finnick and a camera crew is immediately sent to the outside, where they want her to film things by the craters that the bombs made. But she breaks down because they're using Peeta against her and she can't do it knowing that if they keep going on, they'll keep hurting him. They have to sedate her from freaking out so much and it is said that afterwards, Finnick does the same thing because of Annie.
• When Katniss and Finnick wake up, they find out that a team has finally been sent to the Capitol to rescue Peeta and Annie. And Gale volunteered to go.
• So Katniss and Finnick freak out and wants to go, but the only thing they can do is film more propoganda to distract the Capitol. So Finnick tells some stories about how he was threatened into prostitution by President Snow and by doing that he found out dirty secrets from people in the Capitol and he told them all. It was sweet.
• So then they wait forever and eventually, they're back, and people are hurt, but no one's dead and they have both Peeta and Annie.
• Katniss goes to Peeta who is supposedly just waking up. Katniss goes over to hug him or kiss him or something and he strangles her.

DUN DUN DUN.

Y'know, I'm crying too much while writing this, so I can't do it. Just go read the book. It's amazing. If I could strive to be an author, I would want to be Suzanne Collins.

If anyone actually reads this, feel free to discuss spoilers in the comments.