What important things have I learned after finishing two of my four years at an alternative high school?

Since I just finished my sophomore year a week ago, I figure now is a good point to make a list of all the important and amazing things I learned at my lovely institution of learning.

• Shoes are optional. However, there must be a layer between your feet and the ground. Duct taping the school newspaper to the bottoms of your feet is sufficient.
• You do not go to a good school unless it has swings in the front and you use them after school, between classes and whenever class gets out early.
• Telling the hall-monitor-type-person all about how your family likes to make pot brownies and the hilarity that ensues after is acceptable. He will make fun of you for a while afterwards, though.
• Writing 'SEX—now that I have your attention,' on a poster telling you to submit to the school's literary magazine is not only funny, but effective.
• It is normal for your teacher(s?) to draw a smiley face on the board, label it with your name and then hit it with a yard stick. 
• Or instead of a smiley face, a tree labeled 'The Mighty Pipsqueak'.
• No one really looks twice when you see a teacher and a student racing down the hall on a cart full of laptops and a scooter, respectively.
• Watching anime during your free block is fun. Especially when three people walk over to you, ask what you're watching and recognize it and/or join in watching.
• A pizzarito is a mostly acceptable form of snack for forum. (Pizzarito: see the disfigured and disgusting cross between a pizza crust and a burrito filling. So much sour cream.)
• It is entertaining to pillage my classmates by running around in a longboat that we made at nine in the evening with my fellow vikings.
• Quidditch matches draw the attention of the entire school.
• If the theater director tells you to put the pot next to the beer and then screw in the pot, you do not question him.
• Haribo, a kiwi and chocolate are an acceptable lunch.
• People walking down the hall in a bear suit are often praised.
• Lady Gaga wins the talent show every time.
• Singing a two or more part song from Dr. Horrible is often met with people joining in the other parts and harmonizing.

Nice to see you with the living!

I have no idea what the title is about, but I like that quote. It's from Avatar: the Last Airbender.

Speaking of Avatar, Legend of Korra comes out later this year. You can bet your face that I am so geeked out.

There are also some movies that I want to see that are coming out later this year.

• Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows Part Two. This one's a given. I mean, how can you NOT want to see this. It'll wrap up the best movie/book combo ever. And I'll cry and be sad after seeing it at middnight.

• Beastly. Coincidentally, both this and Harry Potter were, in fact, both books. This is a modern New York spin-off of Beauty and the Beast and the book is really awesome and the movie is going to have Neil Patrick Harris in it and it'll be amazing.

• Gnomeo and Juliet. Romeo and Juliet but gnomes. It's amazing.

Also I hate the world. Just wanted to let everyone know that and I believe that I'll be blogging about that in the very near future.

Also, for fun, I've joined a crusade thingy. Because I was promised to see epic blogs and get more followers.

Also I hate the world more. Charlotte's sitting next to me here in the library, doing her online Civics class. And everything just makes me want to die and/or cry and/or take over the world. You choose.

What have I done tonight? Nothing, really.

So two of my big finals are tomorrow. What did I do to study/do my project?

I...

• Watched The Big Bang Theory, hoping it would make me smarter for science.
• Looked at pictures of Harry Potter characters so I could put them in my powerpoint.
• Glanced at a punnett square or two.
• Lolcat'd.
• Drank grape juice.
• Thought about blogging.
• Actually blogged.
• Chatted with people I used to know on facebook.
• Ran through my little 'i, isti, it, imus, istis, erunt' song in my head so I would remember perfect tense conjugations.
• Made the sexiest powerpoint in the history of ever.
• Rocked out to Ke$ha. (Pronounced KUH-DOLLAR SIGN-HAA!)
• Remembered the parts that I forgot/screwed up on in my scene for my acting final.
• Angsted about the dress I had to wear for you acting final.
• Ate coffee ice cream.

I think that it was very productive.
I really should be off to finish my review sheet for Latin, but y'know, I can do that during the half hour I have from when my bus comes and I need to take the test. And plus, Latin is my one of my best subjects.
What would YOU do?

If you were me, you would sit and find more things to blog about. Such as bucket lists, favorites and kittens. But then fail.

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!

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.

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?

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.

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.)

Gay living guys are pretty fabulous too. (Actually, they're a lot more than fabulous.)

So I decided that since I have nothing better to blog about and I'm on a roll with the gay guys, I'm going to blog about LIVING gay guys! The list includes an American Idol runner up, an infamous villain, the kindest, sexiest, most beautiful wizard I've ever met, Jefree Star, a former member of one of the most epic bands ever that broke up in January of this year, Chris Crocker, and the former president of Zimbabwe.

Starting out with my favorite—Adam Lambert. He is the most fabulous person ever. Since the beginning of that season on American Idol, I was all OH MY GOD HE IS SO FABULOUS I WANT HIM TO WIN AND HAVE MY BABIES. Y'know, the usual thing you think when you think someone is super fabulous. He has really weird thumbs. Did I mention that my grandmother, Gigi once commented when he was singing on some show saying 'Y'know, too bad he's gay.' and then she sighed all depressed like, and I was like O_O. His music is wonderful and he is beautiful. He's a nine on a scale of one to Bill Kaulitz (who apparently is not gay, though everyone thinks he is). That is all.

I don't think that people will think that this really works with this group (choose the one that does not fit) BUTTTT..... Dumbledore is alive if you read books one through six, skipping the end of the sixth. And my teachers always told me that for books, it's always the present tense. For example, even though you've already read the whole series and found out that he died, if you're talking about Dumbedore's fabulousness level, you would say 'Dumbledore HAS a fabulousness level of a billion on the Richter scale.' rather than 'Dumbledore HAD a fabulousness level of a billion of the Richter scale.' Get it? That was today's English lesson, children.

Neil Patrick Harris is quite amazing. I mean, he is DR. HORRIBLE. (If you have no idea what I'm talking about, children, go shoot yourself in the foot and then go get Dr. Horrible's Sing-Along Blog from the library.) He is fabulous and also stars in How I Met Your Mother which is not as hilarious. How I Met Your Mother is greater than Dr. Horrible's Sing-Along Blog (stupid coding stuff won't let me have a greater than sign. His arch-nemesis is Captain Hammer (the hammer is not his fist....who is brave enough to figure out what it is?) who steals his love interest who is actually a chick which doesn't make sense because he's gay and I'm talking about the fabulousnessnessness gayness of all these fabulous living gay guys. Moving on.

I bet all of you are wondering 'Who is the former member of the fabulous band that is now broken up?'. Well it's your lucky day. You get to find out in THREE. TWO. ONE. Luminor. He is fabulous and has a really manly voice but looks like a drag queen in a good way. He is a former member of a former band from Germany known as Cinema Bizarre. Strify is the lead singer and he is almost as beautiful as Bill Kaulitz. I give Strify a 9.5 on the Bill Kaulitz scale of amazingness. Surprisingly, Bill Kaulitz is also German. Moving back on topic to the gay guy I'm supposed to be talking about. So he was in the band for a while and then dropped out for reasons that ex-wuffles and I have determined to have unresolvable inner conflicts (wiki said it. I'm not lying. Go there now and look. It's a little ways down.) Either that or he was sick or something. Whatever. He was the second singer and in all the music videos he looked amazingly creepy. His replacement, Romeo is not as fabulous and straight and he has a really creepy nose.

All I know about Jefree Star is that he's fabulous and interviewed Cinema Bizarre at one point and the interviews were pretty amazing.

Chric Crocker. He's the guy that everyone heard about a few years ago because he was all 'LEAVE BRITNEY ALONE!'. All I know is that one of my friends thinks (or at least thought) that it was really heartfelt and not for attention and that he's cool.

I've saved the best one for last. The former president of Zimbabwe. His last name is Banana I believe. He had affairs with his chef, gardener, and his body guard. Once news got out that he was gay, he fled the country. How beautiful is that? I bet it's illegal to be gay and the president of Zimbabwe at the same time. The multitasking must be difficult. This shatters all my hopes and dreams, though, because I wanted to grow up and be gay and the president of Zimbabwe. Ah well, we can't always get what we want. D:

A Haiku is a somewhat annoying form of poetry.

Haiku can be fun
when you're writing paragraphs
for your science class.

But they're not really
paragraphs anymore if
they're really haiku.

My ex-wife, Libby
once did a blog post using
only haiku. Hi.

That last haiku was
a super mega fail at
syllable-ness-ness.

It's been a while
since I wrote haiku. I hope
I don't mess up much.

I like waffles. They
are amazingly delish.
Who has a waffle?

I want it to be
August forever because
of a calendar

that I have that is
Harry Potter themed. August
is Draco Malfoy.

Draco Malfoy is
played by Tom Felton. He's a
an eight on a scale

of one (an ugly)
to Bill Kaulitz. And Bill is
super prettyful.


I mean, look at that
picture above. He's gorgeous.
His hair really is.

I'm writing a play
as many of you know. It
is really fab. Yeah.

My thumb hurts. I don't
remember when I hurt it,
but now it's bruised. Yeah.

The ugly carpet
in my basement is now gone.
Mostly. It was all

moldy and gross and
smelly, so my mom ripped it
out. I had to touch

it because my mom
is mean and ew I touched mold.
It was so nasty.

Mockingjay comes out
in twenty days as of right
when I'm writing this.

I'm just rambling,
so I think I will stop now,
end your misery.

I have become a failure at blagging.

I was all 'I'M GOING TO BLAG EVERY DAY AND BE THE COOLEST PERSON IN THE WHOLE WORLD!!!!!!!'. Not. But I'm trying. It's better than a few times a month.

In other news... (can you tell that I like that saying?) I watched The Matrix for the first time ever. I feel like a bad nerd. I kinda hated it and loved it at the same time. The part I hated was all the gross parts that I'm a total wimp about. Like the thingy in the back of their heads and the goo and the injury thingys. I loved all the actiony stuff and the chases and junk. But I also hated the parts that were SOOOOOOO CONFUSING. It's like they created it just to try to be mysterious.

It's officially the first day of August now. It's my uncle's birthday. (HAPPY BRITHDAY, UNCLE BRIAN! :D) And according to my mother, a billion other people's birthdays and anniversaries. Yesterday was Harry Potter's birthday along with my (ready for a long list of relations?) mom's best friend's niece's newborn son's birthday. I saw him in the hospital today. He's so cute.

Last night (meaning Friday night), there was my brother's swim team banquet. It was funish. I got a paper plate award even though I wasn't on the team (I just filled in when they needed me.) and I'm actually considering joining the team (again) next year. It was a little bogus when we got to the swimming part. (The first half is the banquet and paper plate awards while we wait for the pool to empty from regular people who go there. At eight, the pool closes to the public, and we swim from eight to ten. It used to be until midnight, but most people left around eleven, so they switched it so that they wouldn't have to pay the lifeguards so much.) The slide was broken. And that's half of the fun of the swimming part. (The other half is the watermelon.) I mean, we can do all the stuff we can't during the day. We can do trains, we can climb up the slide, we can walk down, etc. But not tonight. We couldn't even go down without the water going.

On a completely different note, one of the 851 anagrams for my full name is Bra Nine Hug. How beautiful is that?

Why does my brain not function when I'm not chatting with people? And why is everyone getting off all of a sudden? It's really depressing.

I'M A BLOGGIST!

Golly. This is my first post. I was inspired to start a new blog and continue my sagging dreams of becoming a bloggist? blogger? (I think I'll go with bloggist. It sounds way cooler.) with a bunch of people that read this. I doubt that'll happen, but hey, a girl can dream, right?

I'm sure this blog will be forgotten about in a few weeks or when school starts and I don't have time or anything cool to write about. But here's to keeping my dream alive.

I should probably start off (well, it's a little too late to start off, but whatever) this post with explaining how the forking heck I got the name of this blog. It's quite simple, actually, if you'll just read this next paragraphy thing. They're not really paragraphs, though, since they're not indented. But each pseudo-paragraph is indicated by a fabulous little space inbetween each clunk o' wordies. It might be more than one clunk.

So in my sciencey class, we had to make a map/chart/whatever you want to call it of the layers of the atmosphere. It had to include things that are in each layer. Did you know that airplanes fly in the Stratosphere? That's like... ten kilometers up. And so on our map/chart/whatever you want to call it thing, we decided that we needed something extremely bad-arse to represent a plane. At first we were thinking 'HMM. J.J. THE JETPLANE. HE'S PRETTY SEXOY.' but then we realized that young J.J. the Jetplane was not sexoy at all. We thought harder. Maybe it would be sexoy if he was a teenage jetplane! And rebellious too! So we drew a rebellious teenage jetplane. He had sunglasses and he was purple with green windows (which makes me realize now that we were idiots, since I think he was red).

And that's the story of J.J. the Rebellious Teenage Jetplane. I'm sure I'll be telling it to my grandchildren when I'm old and frail and still (hopefully) blogging on this bloggy and I'm totally famous.

Just to clarify, my name's not anything related to Willy Wonka or Jetplanes. It's Erin.

I think that since this is the first post, I should give a little intro about all my friendies since I call them pretty weird things.

I'll start with my 'family'.

Ex-wifey(or any variation on the word 'wife'), Wuffles, Libby, Mother of my children. If you hear any of those names, I'm talking about Libby. She used to be my wife, but I divorced her a few days ago (and I can't seem to remember why). We got married in Vegas (by the way, I'm so serious about Vegas. Ask any of our children and they're vouch for me) at the end of November of 2009. And our marriage ended so tragically four days ago (if you count me writing this at 2:30 in the freaking morning as the fourth day).

Turnip, Molly, Molly-wobbles, Jew(I promise I'm not racist!), Son. She'll most likely be called Turnip. Sometimes I forget what her real name is. It's a long story about her being named Turnip, so maybe I'll have that in the next post or in the near future. She's the brain-child of ex-wifey, but she's my son as well. SO I SHOULD GET AT LEAST HALF OF HER NOW THAT WE'RE DIVORCED.

Bethy-kun, Bethy, Bethany, Radish, The Other Asian. Bethy-kun is, as you can tell, AN ASIAN. And she's really cute when she's not pissed off. She makes funny noises and is another brain-child of ex-wifey. I WANT HALF OF HER.

The Asian(again, not racist. He doesn't mind being called that.), Nathanael, Daughter. He's the one with three names. It's not our fault, it's just that he was never around when we came up with fabulous names for people. Stupid Asian. Brain-child of my ex-wifey, and she said that I could keep him but he refused and I feel unloved by my children.

The last person is someone who is not part of my family. :D

Ellie!, Nellie, Nellie the Heartless, etc. Ellie is a fab person who is mental and hates trolls like Tara Gilbsie, (I have no idea about her last name) the chick who wrote My Immortal, the infamous Harry Potter fanfic starring Ebony Dark'ness Dementia Raven Way. She's fab and weird and is in love with Jack Spicer from Xiaolin Showdown, a cartoon.

I don't know what else to write about.

Maybe I should say that I'm NOT crazy, if I do seem like it. I am a paranoid person with a lot of random, irrational fears. My room is the sexiest place ever because it has xmas lights and lighting up Chinese-type lanterns and the coolest posters you will ever see (some of the ninja, face, zombie, Harry Potter, Star Wars, iPod, ravioli, Obama, Gir, and various music people variety.) I think what's on those posters says a lot about me and I don't really need to say any more for you to guess what kind of person I am.

It's 2:44:35 in the freaking morning as I'm writing this and I should be sleeping because I'm being forced against my will (almost a little redundant, don'tcha think? It's needed) to wake up at eight or something (which, by the way is in like, five hours) and swim at a freaking swim meet for a team I'm not even on. Golly. I quit that team so I could stay up late and type and sleep in.

Goodbye my lovely few people who will read this.