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.

I'm writing this in a box while eating fish water.

Apparently when everyone (meaning people who I was with today) graduates, instead of going to college, we're going to go and travel the world. They'll bring me along so I can blog about it and get them money, because apparently really popular blogs can make money and stuff. I was told that I will be shoved in a box with a laptop to blog. Let me give you the quote that I remember.

"We'll put you in a box to blog, and you'll tell everyone, 'Hey, I'm writing this from -insert random country here- and I'm in a box. It's a really nice box. It has four sides and a bottom and a top. It's made out of cardboard. And there's a hole in front of me where they spoon in fish water. And on days when I'm really lucky, I get gruel!'"

I don't really remember anything else. I think that is a good idea, though. But I do have to object to the gruel and fish water.

Zombies just want HUGS.

Zombie kitteh can has brainz.

When I asked my friends what I should blog about (since I'm totally out of ideas and stuff) one of them said the following:

"Different kinds of cheese.

The role of rainbows in our society.

500 ways to not die.

Zombies just want hugs.

And bacon."

Well, I know about cheese. I mean, I did a three minute oral report on cheese in fourth grade. I think I've got that down. The role of rainbows in our society. I'm not so sure what she meant by that. Does she mean literal rainbows or gay rainbows or something else entirely? The world may never know. Five hundred ways not to die. Well, I'm pretty sure I do a lot of them everyday. I may not list every single on of them, but I'll try my best to advise y'alls on a few. And I know all about zombies and them just wanting hugs. And bacon. Bacon is my specialty. I mean, my friends and I have developed 'sparkly vampire mating calls'. They involve bacon. Whenever there's nothing to say, I always end up saying 'BACON!'.

Alright. Above was just the little preview of what I'm going to be randoming about.

Cheese. Well, last weekend, I was at Nellie's boat and on our way home, we went to a place called Cheese Haven. Apparently it has over 150 different types of cheese. How cool is that? They also had about a BILLION different types of candies. Like, gummies shaped like a MILLION different things. And then all these different flavored Twizzler knock-offs which were totally a billion times better than actual Twizzlers. They also displayed more than a hundred different types of hot sauce. The names made me giggle, though I can't remember them now.

Rainbows. I think they're pretty sexy. They're all.... rainbow-y. I mean, there's little green men at the end with monies. How could you not love that?

Five hundred ways not to die. Well.... My only answer is to LIVE.

Zombies. I'm afraid I'll never survive the zombie apocalypse. I'm probably too much of a wimp to kill zombies. I'm not really self-sufficient. And I'm so easily freaked out I'll probably kill myself before the zombies can get to me.

Bacon. I don't know what to say about it since I want to go to bed. And also because I don't see the point of writing about something that totally speaks for itself.

I PROMISE I'll write a longer post tomorrow. I would tonight, but all my brain is telling me is to go to bed. So night.

Rosenplantz and Guildenfern are dead.

I really don't know how people post such long and in-depth bloggy things. I always get an idea and I'm like OOOH! I COULD WRITE AN ENTIRE POST ABOUT THAT but then after I write it, I realize that it's no more than three paragraphs.

I think I have resolved to spice up my posts with pictures (either ones that I've taken or googles found for me). For example, this picture is the first thing that pops up if you search google images for 'picture'. I really hope that there's no 'moderator kitteh' that disapproves my submishinz.

Have I ever mentioned how much lolcats and other various icanhascheezburger? things bother me? Who says that cats can't spell? Who says that they have sucky grammar? What about dogs? Dogs are worse than those cats at spelling. Dogs probably have the spelling accuracy similar to a common teenager. For example, most teenagers (and it's becoming surprisingly common for me to see adults typing like this) communicate in weird ways: 'lol do u want 2 go 2 tha mall l8er 2day?/? we can go 2 hollister & by sum gross perfume tht i only lyk bcuz its wats cool'. I would totally go to loldogs if someone had that. Maybe I'll google it and see if there is one. OH MY GODS. There is. It's called ihasahotdog dot com. Now this site, I approve of. It's comedy gold.

If you want an entertaining site with quality pictures of that sort, try lolplants. It's even better than ihasahotdog dot com; it's plant humor. What's better than that? I don't even remember how I came across the site, but it makes me laugh a billion times more than lolcats ever will. Please invest some time in checking that out. I mean seriously. Look at that. It's like... Shakespeare humor and plant humor all in one. Can't beat that, can you? :D

Now I'm all out of things to say. See? I've written four paragraphs if you include my weird opening one and I have nothing else to say. Augh.

Maybe I should comment on my most recent Transitive Property of Logic Fail (see You Fail Logic Forever). I was watching the fifth Harry Potter movie with my brother. Dumbledore and Voldy were dueling epicly. So I decided that when Voldy breathed (is that the right word there? It doesn't seem like it.) fire, that made him Uncle Iroh from Avatar since he can breath fire epicly as well. So, in the format of that Fail!Penguin... Voldemort can breathe fire. Iroh can breathe fire. Therefore, Voldemort is Iroh (and a firebender by default). Logic: another thing that Erin isn't very good at.

I think that's all I got for today. I can't think of anything else, so I'm going to sign this post off with a demotivator.

No I haven't, but here's a deathmelon.

DEATHMELON. Toodles!