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.