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.

Anyone who hasn't read AT LEAST The Hunger Games, go away unless you want it spoiled.

In honor of Mockingjay coming out (technically) in less that twenty-four hours, I am doing a book review of Catching Fire so that on Tuesday my post can be a review of Mockingjay and I won't have two book reviews in a row because that's against my rules of blogging.

Before I start, I want to say that I have become insanely obsessed with blogging recently. All I seem to talk to my friends about on chat is that I can't think of anything to blog about or that I just figured out what to blog about. I feel like Kady/Cady from Mean Girls who gets obsessed with Regina. But it's totally not the same because I am a nice girl. (-snicker snicker-)

This is your second to last warning. Unless you want The Hunger Games and the beginning of Catching Fire ruined for you I recommend closing this page RIGHT NOW. Which is not something I would usually recommend, since I want people to read this. And if you haven't read the books, I suggest you go out and get them in the next twenty-four hours and read them as fast as you can and then on Tuesday go and get Mockingjay. And then you'll be free to read these book reviews. Also, if you haven't read the books and you want a review, go read THIS post. It's a review of the first book.

This is your VERY final warning.

Alright. Welcome to my fabulous book review of Catching Fire. If you haven't read The Hunger Games and you're still reading, I'm very disappointed in you, though I completely understand since I got lazy when I was ten and the Half-Blood Prince came out and I stopped halfway and I looked up spoilers anyway to find out that Dumbledore died. If me saying that Dumbledore died is a shock to you (and/or you don't know who he is), you need to get out of that hole you've been living in since the late nineties and read them Harry Potter books. Not the movies, the books.

Back on track, this is my fabulous book review. I'm going to give you a spoiler. KATNISS DIES. Hahahaha. JAY KAY! She doesn't die. I mean, it's from her point of view, so unless that changes in Mockingjay, I wouldn't expect her to die until the very end if at all. I think I should stop messing around and find my funny little review thingy that I did for the last one so I don't keep getting off track.
 
Background— Alrighty, so I think I might have to sum up the previous book for y'all, since I'm assuming that there are people who still haven't read it reading this. I'll try and do it with less than ten bullet points that are shortish.

• In the future, there's a country called Panem with 12 (used to be 13) districts (they're like states or provinces). They rebelled 75 years ago and the Capitol stopped 12 and destroyed the thirteenth. The Capitol created a thing called The Hunger Games.
• The Hunger Games are a yearly thing where each district has to send two (boy and girl) tributes to an arena to fight to the death.
• At the 74th games, a girl named Katniss (our main protagonist from district 12) and Peeta (a mini-protangonist from the same district) win, though very strangely. Before the games begin, Peeta announces his love for Katniss in front of the whole country. 
• Peeta is terribly injured through pretty much the whole thing, and when it is announced that two people can win, Katniss nurses him to health and plays the lovers thing to their advantage. When they're the last two left, it's announced that only one can win. They both start to eat poisonous berries, but before they can, they are announced the winners. 
• Now the president is pissed because it seemed like an act of rebellion against the Capitol to the other districts and uprisings began to start again. 
• Katniss was sure that the whole Peeta loving her thing was a thing to keep them alive in the games, but it seems like he seriously is in love with her.
• Oh, there's another factor, Katniss's best friend, Gale, who she hunts with to keep their families fed (which is technically illegal, but it's overlooked since the peacekeepers like the meat). And many people think they're a couple which proves to possibly be an issue in Catching Fire/Mockingjay.
• I think I'm done.

Characters— Okay, so I already said the names, but I think we need a bit more in depth.

• Katniss Everdeen. She's the main thingy. She was in the 74th Hunger Games and won. She won and kept both of them alive by pretending to be in love with the other tribute from her district, Peeta. She's not a very nice person and very skilled with a bow and arrow. Her father died in a mining accident when she was eleven(I'm being really weird on spelling out numbers today) and has had to bring home most, if not all of the food since then. She has a younger sister, Prim who she loves dearly. Her sister's the reason she got into the games. Her sister's name was called at the Reaping and she volunteered in her place.
• Peeta Mellark. He's the baker's son and a very good artist. He's in love with Katniss even though she's convinced it was just for the audience. He's really strong, but not very good with any weapons. It's a miracle he survived the Hunger Games in the previous book.
• Gale. Katniss's best friend. They hunt together and most poeple assumed that they are a couple until the games. At the beginning of this book, it is said that a short time after she returns from the games, he kisses her.
• Cinna. Katniss's stylist who she's insanely close to. He's from the Capitol, but strangely laid back and not like the other Capitol people.
• Haymitch Abernathy(I think I spelled that right.). The only other living winners of the games beside Katniss and Peeta. He was their mentor during the games that they won. He's a drunk, though they really can't blame him now that they're out of the arena since it haunts them so much.
• Finnick. A previous winner of the games. Really good with a trident. He's from district four which is fishing.
• Johanna. Another previous winner who is fabulous and arrogant. I forget what district she's from.
• Mags. An elderly winner of the games who is generally unintelligable.
• Nuts and Volts. I forget their actual names, but they're from the technology district.
• I think that's it. If I forgot any, feel free to remind me. Oh, I and I left out Effie on purpose because I can't think of what to say about her and it's already two in the morning and I want to get to bed at a decent time.

Plot— Well, this is after the games where Peeta and Katniss wins. It starts out right before the victory tour where they go around to all of the districts and have feasts and deliciousness. But before that, Katniss is visited by the President himself (who rarely leaves the Capitol) and he tells her that because of the berries incident, she has to convince EVERYONE that she's madly in love with Peeta even though she totally isn't. She has to strive and convince the President.
And once they get to the Capitol for the giantest feast of all, the president says that she hasn't convinced anyone.
Soon after, it is announced that the President is throwing Katniss and Peeta a wedding. And not long after that, the quarter quell is announced. The quarter quell is a special version of the games that happens every twenty five years. That year is the 75th. They open up an envelope that looks like it had been sealed since the games began (though it probably was just filled the previous day). They announce that for that year's quarter quell, instead of reaping from 12-18 year olds, they will reap from the previous winners. And since there are only three from district twelve, and Katniss is the only girl, that means that she's going back into the arena for sure.
DUN DUN DUN...

My thoughts on it— Possibly better than the first. The ending of the whole thing was very confusing and I had to read it several times over to get it mostly (for people who've read it, the whole Johanna thing and the tree). It leaves you hanging a trillion times more than the first. (Guh, 22 hours until it comes out.) I had an advance reader's copy four months before the actual thing came out of Catching Fire, so if you've read it and you think that you've been waiting forever, THAT'S A LIE. I HAVE. I almost wish I hadn't read it early. Whatever. I still love Caitlin for giving it to me for my birthday last year.


Movie? Sequel?—Apparently there's a movie set to come out at the end of 2011 of The Hunger Games. Sequel? Well, I've been squeeing about it throughout this entire post. I think you know that there is a third. If you didn't catch on, it's called Mockingjay and from the moment that I'm writing this, 21 hours, 42 minutes, 27 seconds. 25. Just an FYI, I didn't do the math. I'm far to lazy for that. There's a nifty little countdown widget.

Recommendation—EVERYONE GO READ IT NOW.

I do not recommend throwing gummy bears out a window accidentally.

I spent two hours trying to decide what I should blog about. I had my mind made up two minutes ago to do a book review, but then I remembered a really vivid dream that I had last night, so I think I shall blog about that. And I just remembered an equally vivid dream that I had while napping today.


    I was really geeked out about school starting and I was getting ready the first morning. "Remember, Erin, your school has been moved to (insert name of elementary school here). It burned down in a fire last week." my mom told me.
    I was all ready and everything and I walked to school to make it just before the bell(??) rang. But a few of my friends were standing outside of the door and so I went over to them and talked for probably a half hour. And apparently, none of them were in my first class (even though all of the classes were merged together in one room) but I went in a half hour late anyway.
    When I walked in, there was a teacher who looked like an older version of Courtney (my FOS 1 teacher) who introduced herself as Bubbles. She handed me a hat and told me to pick a paper and that would tell me where to sit.
     Somehow, I ended up in the very back of the classroom (which was actually reallllllllllllllllllllllly far back because it was the size of like, five classrooms all in one line). I had to sit at a table with people who I was really good friends with in elementary school, but when middle school came around, it was like they hated me. I'm not naming any names. My little brother was in the front. The room seemed to be organized by age, though seats were picked randomly.
    So I was sitting there and Bubbles was shouting back at my grade what our assignment was. We were supposed to work with our table groups, but the people at my table had started without me, so I decided to work alone. And while I was sitting there, working like the good student I am, I heard them whispering things like "Why is she even sitting with us? That loser." and "Augh, why does she even bother going to school?".
    So I stood up and somehow I was like, twice as tall as I actually am. I started screaming at them and the whole room went silent. They randomly disappeared, so I sat down inthe middle of the table where they had been and kept on working.
    Bubbles was giving us another assignment when I woke up.

My other dream...

    I was working in a movie theater. I was working at the ticket counter and I was wearing the uniform and everything, but I didn't have a nametag. I was really jealous of my friends who also worked there that had nametags. They were really amazing nametags because if you looked really hard at the first letter of your name which was bigger than the rest, you could see a picture of you.
    So I decided that I needed a nametag, and after what I could only guess as another Twilight movie coming out, I confronted my boss. She was really short, old, fat and wore a leopord print shirt with a little-kid type flowered skirt. For some reason, that really bothered me.
    She took me to this security guard guy and he looked at her all annoyed-like and then she said 'Flatulence is not good for women.' and he grinned at her and they took me to this room to get my nametag.
    Instead of getting my nametag, I was thrown into a really deep ball pit and I sunk to the bottom. I plopped out into a car and my boss lady was driving me. She was eating gummy bears and accidentally threw one out the window, so she slowed down, opened her door and grabbed it from the ground as we went past. She started to eat it, and then fell out. And then I woke up.

The second dream was a little weird, even for me, but I think it's pretty gangster.

Sims is probably greater than or equal to neopets in addicting levels.

So right now Ellie's over. We have her laptop and we're making sims of some of our characters and we're going to make some people hook up and be fabulous. We've been making a total of four characters for more than an hour. It's all going to be worth it and of course, we'll be playing it all night.

We're also listening to Disney music because it's fabulous.

I'm trying to get this done while she finishes up the last sim.  And my brain isn't being nice since I can't think of anything else to write about.

I think I'm going to be lazy and stop now before I start spewing random crap. I promise a better post tomorrow.

P.S.—MOCKINGJAY COMES OUT IN FOUR DAYS. ALMOST THREE.

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SIDE-EFFECTS

Side effects may include any of the following:

• Obsessive blogging. 
• Talking about blogging more often than normal.
• Obsessively checking your watchers and seeing if there are any new ones.
• Obsessively checking your pageview count and seeing how many more people have seen your blog in the past day.
• Constantly trying to perfect your blog's layout.
• Linking all of your friends to your blog more than once when not asked, causing extreme frustration.
• Spending several of your waking hours blogging, plotting what to blog about, and finding/drawing pictures.
• Frequent questioning of friends and families for things to blog about.
• After something fun/exciting/momentous happens, planning in your head how you're going to blog it.
• Saving the links of a billion cool pictures so that maybe one day, you'll need it for your blog.

• Try and blog once a day for obsessive people and a few times a week for the faint-hearted.
• Try not to rant excessively. It makes people sad.
• Do it on a full stomach.
• Keep away from doing two of the almost same thing in a row. Example: Two book reviews in a row. Or two things you can do with ____.
• use prper langaug. dont typ lik dis. evry tim u do georg bush killz a bby panda
• Talking about yourself all the time makes people think you're self-centered. Be a good person and talk about other things.
• Less is more. Sometimes only a few pictures is better than a billion, and a sentence could easily take the place of a long-winded paragraph.
• Take it with root beer, nothing else works.
• Proof read and spell check if you have doubts.
• Be opinionated. Try and spark conversations.

I hope that everyone benefits from these, I'm sure they'll help you.

Due to the strange questions asked by wifey, this post will involve rainbow cake.

So, wifey wants to know good ways to come out. I suspect it's because she's secretly gay. She came up with a fabulous way to come out.

Step one: Make a rainbow cake.
Step two: Write 'I'M GAY!' on the top of it.
Step three: Gather your immediate family and friends, but don't tell them why.
Step four: Present your cake.
Step five: Glare angrily at everyone while they laugh and say 'I always knew something was special about her!'

I hope all y'alls understand that that is exactly what will happen when wifey comes out.

I think these are very important for my readers to know when/if they ever need to know these things.

Other fabulous ways to come out that I have made up or found on the internet.....

• Go to the contacts on your phone, close your eyes and scroll through randomly. Press the call button whenever you feel like it and when the person answers, yell 'I'M GAY!' and then hang up. Rinse and repeat.
• Go up to random people on the street and introduce yourself by saying 'Hello! I'm (insert your name here). I'm gay.'
• If you're a guy, be all stereotypical and start lisping and picking out people's outfits for them. :D
• Get a tattoo. But only if you're really really sure that you're gay.
• Paint your car rainbow!
• Write an insanely long, heartfelt letter and then sign it. Afterwards, write 'P.S., I'm gay.' and then send it.
• Buy an ad in the paper and have it be a picture of you holding a sign that says 'I'm gay!'.
• Invite your friends over to your house and tell them to go straight to your room. Be hiding in your closet, and when they arrive, jump out and tell them that you've just come out of the closet.

• Be the guy pictured above.

•  Tell the girl who is in love with you with notes between window.
• Go somewhere outside and have a plane write a message in the sky. Ex: 'I'M GAY!'
• Make a t-shirt that says 'I'm gay!' on it and wear it to school/work/out and about.

That's all I can think of. I feel that now you readers are extremely educated on the art of coming out.