Tuesday, August 11, 2009

Aw, it's been Too Long!

Wtf is wrong with me? I haven't even visited this fantastic blog since... some time in June. And I want to say it's because I've had so many superbly awesome things going on, but that's just not true. I've done nothing :-( And in exactly one week I have to go back to school >:-[ Fml.

Well, let me get you up-to-date on my life for the past couple months. I've done a little bit of nothing, a bit more of nothing, and some more nothing. Although I must admit that I flew down to New York City and was on the Today Show interviewed by Hoda and some other tall blonde chick. It was a segment on teens in divorce. I know, whoop, right? No, I embarrassed myself to death on live television :'-( But that's alright, it was a great experience.

Ok, I know this is a terrible time to say this (seeing as I haven't posted anything in so long) but I really want to get more viewers. I have what, six? Maybe less, I haven't checked. But come on people, you're crushing my self-confidence by not reading my junk. Yeah, these are real tears rollin' down my face.

Oh, something exciting. My friend and I got wolf-whistled at today while walking to the store. Actually, not really exciting. He was really old, and creepy. And you know what sucks? That kind of thing always happens when you're with someone else, and you can't help but wonder "was that directed at me, or my friend?" And then you feel like shit. That's what happened to me. But I have naturally low self-confidence.

Man, I totally burned my tongue on hot chocolate this morning. How much does that blow?

Well, it's almost 11:30, so I think I'm gonna have to call it a night. So goodnight. Hopefully I'll write again before October.

Thursday, June 4, 2009

My Summer Adventures Pt. 1

I have entered a battle of wits with a fly... even though the battle is over. I have conquered the fly! After two hours of daring sword fights, sneaky attacks, and booby traps, I have won!
It all began when I got home from babysitting one peaceful June day...
I sat at the computer and logged onto Facebook, because do I have a life?... no. The clock struck eleven-thirty and I remembered the quick-to-make cheesey macaroni waiting for me to cook and eat. So I made it and returned to reading really bad Batman fanfictions.
Suddenly, with a mouthful of delicious cheesey goodness, a buzz filled my ears. I looked around frantically, frightened of a bug landing in my bowl of food. Then I spotted the bastard, flying around my head, planning it's attack on my lunch. I flapped my hands around my head like a bird on drugs, and covered my food with my hand.
"Not today you hideous beast," I growled, then let rip my most notorious war cry and grabbed my club. The fly knew it had been spotted, for the next moment it took off towards the living room. I chased it like a madman, barring my club, waiting for the ideal moment to strike.
Then my enemy attacked from behind. I felt the gash on my head and knew I was hit. It was now or never to retreat, and so, bleeding profoundly and growing weaker by the second, I crawled to my fort and bandaged my head.
After resting for an hour, I knew I had to plan my next course of action. I got my sidekick and dearest friend, Alfred Underpants, and began formulating the plan. No doubt the little monster was enjoying my mac-and-cheese at that moment, so I had to move fast.
Alfred Underpants and I agreed that setting a trap for him to fall into was the best idea. I set it up between our two forts. It consisted of a delicious pile of dung from my dog, and me hiding in the nearby forest to hit him with my club.
And within seconds, the fly left my lunch to go enjoy my dogs crap. I grinned in satisfaction and moved in to attack.
But the fly was much quicker than I expected. He pulled out a sword of his own and so began the last battle, the one that could only end in death.
As you can expect, a sword is a much better weapon to have when in a sword fight than a club is, so with my buddy Alfred Underpants close by, I was thrown a sword.
The sound of metal clashing onto metal could be heard a mile away. We fought and fought, traveling through forests, across oceans, and even on the moon during this battle. Eventually, when back on earth, I knocked the sword right out of his hand and planted mine firmly on his chest.
"Yield," I growled. "For you have lost, and that macaroni is mine."
But little did I expect, the Fly was carrying a semi-automatic in his back pocket. He pointed it at my forehead and grinned that evil grin of his. I backed away, defeated.
But the Fly shows no mercy.
"Now you die," he buzzed, ignoring the rule of surrendering. I looked upon the face of death as my life flashed before my eyes.
Then I heard the bang.
But I wasn't dead. I was still alive, still on earth. I opened my eyes to see my best friend, Alfred Underpants, dead before me, the stuffing beneath his sown fur splattered upon the floor. I reached for him and held him close, murmuring his name.
Then, with a sudden adriligean rush like none other, I threw myself at the fly, the gun soaring from his hands. I punched him, kicked him, and fought him like I have never fought another fly.
Soon enough he was exhausted, and beaten, lying before my knees, begging for life.
"You killed my  best friend," I growled. "I should kill you."
He just looked at me with his thirty-six eyes, and anger boiled up inside of me. I wanted to kill him, to have his dead soul on my hands.
But I couldn't. It is not what Alfred Underpants would have wanted. And instead, I locked him in a glass cage with a little bit of sugar water and hung him from my ceiling.
And then I finished my delicious macaroni and cheese.

Monday, June 1, 2009

Yey, Bad Mood Gone & New Haircut!

I'm actually in a pretty flippin' good mood! Whoop whoop! Actually... that's debatable. I'm happy when I'm not thinking about the fact that I'm quitting piano tonight (I've been taking lessons for like, seven years, by the way).
Last night I went to a concert! And let me just say it was magnificent! Not only was it a fantastic band, but it was just fun!
The band I saw was the Decemberists, and they are great. I highly recommend looking them up, you'll enjoy them, unless you don't, then you won't.
I also saw the opening band called the Blind Pilot, and they're pretty good too. I got a Decemberists tee-shirt, and a Blind Pilot shirt. And a CD. Yey!
Okay, I'm really not in the mood to write right now, so I'll be on later. (Oh, and tomorrow is my last day of school. YEY!)

Saturday, May 30, 2009


I did something exciting. Actually, it's really not exciting, but it's gotten me through the past half an hour. I set up AOL mail and AIM for this blog. That way people can AIM me or send me an e-mail.
I actually had an account, but I forgot the username and password, so I set up another. It's quinnblogs@aol.com. I know, creative, right? Well, AIM doesn't work on this computer, so I access it through my iPod (you're jealous of my mad iPod touch skills). Same with the e-mail, because any kind of AOL thing slows down this computer so bad(ly?). So if you really want to e-mail me, for whatever reason, send it to quinnblogs@aol.com and if you want to AIM me, for whatever reason, I don't care, I love to chat, it's quinnblogs.
Mainly I did this because most of my life I'm pretty freaking bored, so somebody to entertain me is nice.

I'm in a Really Freaking Bad Mood

First I'll get this out of the way so I can rant about life. Three people are stalkers. This is actually a bit comforting, knowing I'm not the only creepy person around, no offence to you three stalkers.

Ok, like the title says, I'm in a freaking bad mood. My friend Melon texted me at nine fifty this morning to say good morning. I love this girl, but that's really early. Then I got up, sat at the computer for a couple of hours, then got ready to go shopping, only to find out that I'm not going shopping today. That blows, right?
And now that I'm in a super-pissy mood, I keep contemplating life. Don't worry, it's not in a suicidal way or anything. It's more like, normal teenage angst. And I hate teenage angst. Freaking hormones and such, they suck.
I feel like Harry Potter in the Potter Puppet Pals show, Wizard Angst. That is so me right now. I just really want to either punch something really hard, or take a nap, and I can't decide which to do.

Here's a question for all the six readers of this that I have, is it normal to ask yourself on a regular basis whether or not you're completely insane? Not like in the way that you hear voices that tell you to kill people, but more like... I don't know. Like somebody dropped you on the head when you were a baby, and no matter what you do, you can never be like everybody else.
Let me just stop right there and assure everyone that I don't want to be like everyone else, as I've said in previous posts. But I also don't want to be a total freak. Do you ever get the feeling like everything you do and say is completely opposite what everybody else does or says. Normally I would accept this ability with open arms, glad for a chance to swim against the tide, but it makes it so hard to function in a normal relationship. And it doesn't help your self-confidence when people whisper to each other behind their hands, giggle, and try to hide the fact that they're staring right at you. Douche. Bags. And yes, that has happened.

From now on I'm going to try and make my posts happier.

Happy time! I'm going to lighten things up and talk about my stalker, Creeper. Creeper and I used to be friends. And we had fun together, especially when Trouble and I stole his pants one time when we were out enjoying the summer (yes, we were outside. And I have some fantastic pictures of this, but I'm pretty sure he'd get pissed off if I showed them). But when Trouble and I broke up our friendship, Creeper and I drifted apart. But he kept my number and called maybe once-a-month to check up on me, and see how my life's going. I was fine with this, whatever.
But then he got texting (actually he just used his step-dad's phone). Let's just say, somebody who has stalked me in the past really shouldn't get texting (a couple years ago he used to call every day just to tell me how much he loves me, yadda yadda, ask me out, then when I refuse, tell me how much he loves this other girl in his class, but he doesn't even know her name. That habit died down when I told him to stop freaking me out.). So he texted me saying he got his step-dad's phone. I immediately sensed bad news, told him I was busy, and he said okay.
The next day I went to the mall with some friends. He texted and I ignored it. So he texted again, and I ignored it. He texted again asking why I was ignoring him, and I ignored it. Then he texted again, asking if I was mad at him. I ignored it. Then he called. I ignored it. He texted a couple more times, called a couple more times, and then texted some more. He texted me, in total, about twelve times in an hour, and called about three. Stalkerish behavior, right?
The next day he texted, asking why I was ignoring him. Then he called me a stupid nick-name, I blew up at him, and now he's brought it down to a couple times texting a week, which I'm okay with.
Okay, that story wasn't that exciting. I'm going to go watch Batman and be all pissy in the basement where I can't yell at anybody who so much as blinks the wrong way, which is possible with my pissy mood right now.

Wednesday, May 20, 2009


So I've recently decided that I'm weird.
Honestly, this isn't news to me. Actually, I think everybody thinks they're weird, I'm pretty sure that's a normal part of being a teenager. But I feel so awkward all of the time, like people just look at me, roll their eyes and say "that girl is so weird." And honestly, it feels like shit. Now I don't know if people say that, and I really hope they don't. How am I supposed to get a boyfriend if everyone thinks I'm a freak? Mind you, I have never had a boyfriend. Ugh, it's embarrassing. Nobodies even asked me out (except for my creepy stalker friend, and he's really creepy. But that's another story).
Being a teenager sucks.
You know what else I'm tired of? People telling me I should wear more color. Mind you, I don't make my face pale, wear black lipstick and never come out of the shadows, but I'm always either wearing a black shirt or a black hoody, and I like black. So get over it.
Gosh, I'm PMSing. (if you can't tell.)
You know whose a GIANT ASS HOLE!?!?!?!? Dick Masterson. Ugh,  he's such an ass hole!
Actually, I probably shouldn't mention him on here. He's everywhere. :-/ Okay, he's probably not everywhere, but he pisses me off so much that I can't even mention him because I'll talk about how much of an ass hole he is and how he should fucking get over himself and stop treating women like shit.
Okay, if you have no idea what I'm talking about, go on his website www.menarebetterthanwomen.com and it'll piss you off like none other. He basically thinks women are stupid, fat, lazy, whatever else bitches who should spend all their time either in the kitchen or having sex with their husbands. Oh, and we're all whores too.
Sometimes I can just go on his website and laugh. Othertimes, like today, I want to punch somebody really hard and I picture myself beating the crap out of that ass hole.
Oh, and this isn't slander because it's my own opinion... is that right? I should have paid more attention in journalism class.
Recently I've been really paranoid about getting sued. I don't know why, I have no idea. That's really weird...

Saturday, May 16, 2009

Saw 1 & 2

Okay, so, recently I watched two movies called (as you can probably figure out) Saw 1 and Saw 2. And they were awesome. Okay, so the blood and violence and torture gets a bit disturbing, but the movie is so cool! I do think I like the first one better though, just because it was a little more actiony and a little less constant torture, but they were both really cool.
So if you don't get grossed out by murder, torture, and a lot of blood, I would recommend these movies to you. I'm getting them off Netflix so it's taking a while to watch them all, but I'll get there.
And I guess they kind of do have a good message behind them. You know, it's these people who have to fight for their lives, and they learn to appreciate life more. Although you can probably get the message across without making them saw off their own foot, but hey, everybody has their hobbies.
So I've recently realized that British accents are probably the coolest freaking things ever. I mean, I might prefer French accents because they sound so romantic, but British accents... it just so... neat. I don't know, I have nothing to talk about so I'm rambling.
Oh, and you know how I mentioned the giant freeze tag thing? Well it got postponed (I don't know if I mention that) and now it's happening later this month. But another event has sprung up. ZOMBIE MOB! Basically a whole bunch of people dress up as zombies and parade around town. It's on YouTube somewhere, although I don't know what to search for because I can't find it. But just imagine; you're going through life and suddenly a butt-load of zombies come after you. Now, I'm sure I've mention that my second biggest fear is zombies, so if I saw this I'd probably whip out a machine gun and shoot them all down, so I'm really hoping nobody sees us who has a gun and is terrified of zombies.
Ok, well, I'm gonna go eat pizza and take a shower, because I'm stanky and hungry, and then I'm going bowling! Yey! :-) I love bowling.
Alright, bu-bye.

Tuesday, May 12, 2009

The Stalkers Guide

And the winner of the Tim Burton poll is......
Quad-tie between the Batman movies
Sweeny Todd
Edward Sizzorhands
and other (which (sorry I completely forgot your name) posted in a comment. Thank you.)

You're probably wondering why I labeled this post "The Stalkers Guide." Well, it's quite simple really. Just read the title and it'll tell you everything!
Basically I was rollin' through life and I realized that it is very difficult to know whether or not you're a stalker. Well, at least I've contemplated this myself on numerous occasions. And I've come to the conclusion that yes, I am.
Well, here's a little check list I've set up so you can see if you're considered a stalker. Keep in mind this is written by a 15-year-old girl in her Freshmen year of high school, so it's probably not as reliable as something written by, say, a college graduate or somebody who as at least studied stalkers more than a few episodes of Law & Order. But hey, this beats buying a book all about stalkers, which probably ranges from 15$ - 50$. So you're welcome.

Are you a stalker?
Check off everything you are. If you check off more than 8 then yes, you're a stalker.
It doesn't matter who this pertains to. It could be an ex-lover, a wanna-be lover, or just a celebrity. Even a fictional character (although some of these you might have trouble with if that's the case.)
Anywho, enjoy!
  • You think about them constantly
  • You've dreamt about them more than once
  • You make excuses to drive by their house
  • You stare at them when they aren't aware of it
  • You picture your wedding day with them
  • You want to kill them and/or kidnap them
  • You don't consider yourself a stalker
  • You imagine yourself if the Saw movies with them
  • You get really frustrated when they ignore you or talk to somebody else
  • You're extremely jealous of everybody close to them
  • You do stupid things to get their attention
  • They're scared of you
  • When you kiss somebody else you're pretending you're kissing them
  • You picture them standing next to you when you're doing simple things, like answering the telephone or watching a movie
  • You know what's best for them
  • You laugh at all their jokes, even if it's a dumb one
  • You hate everything about them because you know they'll never love you
  • You checked yes to most of these for more than one person
Well, there you have it, the stalkers guide from a 15-year-olds perspective. Enjoy!

Thursday, May 7, 2009

I'm at School

Bwahahahahahaha. I am actually in my journalism class and the computers are f^cked up, so some of the blocked websites are unblocked, such as blogspot! Yey! But some of the things that weren't blocked are now blocked, which super-sucks, such as Yahoo. Seriously, yahoo is blocked. That's such crap. Why would we look up porn on Yahoo? Well... I suppose some people might.
I am so embaressed about life. You know how I'm columnist for my school paper, right? Well I published a really crappy column and my picture is next to it and everybody got the paper yesturday and it's been so embaressing because people keep mentioning it and UGH! It blows.
Journalism is really boring. I'm supposed to be interviewing Target and then I have to design an ad for them by tomorrow, but I don't understand why I have to design an ad for Journalism! That makes no sense what-so-ever. But ok, fine, I'll do it. Blah to you too.
So last night I was up until about midnight (mostly because I was to embaressed to fall asleep, cause you know how sleeping makes time fly by, yadda-yadda) so I was watching YouTube videos on my iPod. I watched episodes of The Batman, actually only one episode. I watched the one where whats-her-face became Poison Ivy and her best friend became Batgirl and beat the crap out of her, and in that show Robin's a child and Batgirl's a child and Batman is like babysitting them, which is pretty funny because Batman's supposed to be all macho and kickin' ass but he's surrounded by little kids. It makes me giggle. Hee hee.
I love my grandparents. They're so weird, which isn't necessarily a bad thing, but it really makes me entirely aware of why I'm so weird. I mean, there's no doubt about the fact that I'm weird. I quoted Captain Underpants in my first ever column for crying out loud! That right there is major dork-ism.
Anywho, I came home from school on Tuesday and my grandpa was playing the accordian. That doesn't sound unusually odd when I type it down, but it is rather random.
I dunno, it's hard to explain my grandparents. They really are wonderful people though.
Gosh I'm bored. Like, unbelieveably bor...e...d
Well, not really idea. I've been planning this but the plan is finally set in motion. Wait for it...
I'm excited. My friend is picking me up and we're picking up my other friend and we're going to play freeze tag. Mind you, this is no ordinary game of freeze tag. This is freeze tag with over a hundred people running around, freezing each other and tagging people. FUN! SUPER FUN! I only know three people who will be there and that is me, my friend, and my other friend, so it'll be weird with a bunch of strangers, but TOTALLY AWESOME EITHER WAY! I'm excited, you have no idea!
Well sense I'm at school I should probably go do something productive, like interview Target or get people to do a survey for an assignment that I don't understand in the least.
Ok, bye.

Tuesday, May 5, 2009

Hidden Chambers

So I was talking to Mylla and Gigantor on Sunday (they graduated from my current high school) and they were talking about all the cool things they found at the school, such as an underground pool and an old shooting range in the attic. I listened intently and then realized; I can be the next discoverer. I can go through the school and look for hidden passageways and chambers that are long forgotten.
I began my journey today.
My first trip was during first hour. It was band and we were doing sections (where each instrument goes into a separate room and practices their parts) while the teachers gave random crappy students playing tests. Well, nobody was actually practicing. People were running around and being stupid, so I decided hey, why not go do something productive? So I grabbed my camera and my friend Judge and we headed over to the staircase.
Now, we were practicing on the auditorium stage and there are several exits and entrances, so sneaking out was no problem what-so-ever. Judge and I went over to the stage doors, left the stage, and proceeded down one of the only flights of stairs that lead to the basement.
I had been down there twice before, and each time was when they stuck the flutes down there for sectionals. So I wasn't scared at first. I turned the light on and Judge and I entered the room.
The first room used to be where athletes would shower. There were old showers that are now filled with bugs and sand (no idea where the sand came from) and there's a bunch of random crap that got stored there because I guess the school administratives decided storing stuff in storage closets isn't "cool." The next room was filled to the top with filing cabinets. I looked around quickly, searching for a pool, then gave up when I thought the teachers might catch us down there.
But I'll go there tomorrow because I didn't get any good pictures.
The next section of the basement I went to I brought Judge and Curly (BTW new people, I haven't mentioned them yet before). This staircase was right next to the band room where the teachers were, and I got pissed off because I made it to the bottom (out of sight of the teachers) and Judge and Curly were freaking out at the top. Of course, I did force them to come with me because hells no I was NOT doing THAT alone!
Well, the door at the bottom of the steps was really heavy, and the room inside had a light on. Actually, the room was really big and there was a giant boiler in the middle of it. It was neat. There were also lots of cement walls and doorways carved into them (but the doorways had no frames so it was really creepy) so I took a couple pictures and ran back upstairs.
Next (I know this is getting a bit repetitive) we went up the stairs (the same ones we went down the second time) and found a secret loft next to the stage where there are pillows and a bunch of people go up there to smoke pot. I also think the drama kids go up there during plays so they can get ready or something... I don't know, we don't really have a back stage. I think people get ready in the band room and stuff, which really isn't a great place to put on make-up and what not.
Lastly, my friend Mad-Hatter, who is a sophomore and we met in journalism class, went with me back to the boiler room. We explored a whole bunch and found a torture chamber (at least it looked like it. It was really creepy, I thought a ghost was going to come out and kill us, and we'd turn into those annoying girls in those horror movies who, instead of calling the police or running away, decide to go try and make friends with the ghost, and then get eaten, or whatever ends up happening...). But we didn't. Actually, we found a weird room with a bunch of computers and a Star Wars-looking stuff, like... never mind, it's hard to explain.
All in all, it was a fun, eventful day. Tomorrow I'm going to try and explore more of the "storage" room because apparently there's a bunch more stuff past all the piled-up shit.
Plus I really like the adventure. I love the rush you get when you're doing something you're not supposed to, and at any time anything could happen. That feeling is amazing!
Until next time.

Saturday, May 2, 2009


So I was messing around with my microphone just a couple of seconds ago and I realized that if I post a podcast on here, that would possibly be the most embarrassing thing of my entire life. I'll sound really stupid and then Mylla will make fun of me forever and it's totally not worth it. Mind you, I'll probably do it someday, but not today. I was looking forward to it, but the public humiliation of having my voice on the internet where anybody can see it is too much, thank-you-very-much. So I'll just stick to blogging until I can think of something interesting enough that it would require creating a podcast.
Enjoy life while I nurse a splitting headache.
Ha ha it was some dude looking for Dug (not makin' this name up). Trust me, nobody here has the name Dug. Ha ha, Dug. I actually kind of like that name. When I adopt a Chinese baby, perhaps I'll name it Dug.

I Give Up... No I Don't!

Ok, before I tell you how sorry I am for not posting in... nearly a month, let me first tell you the results of the last poll I had.
And it was a tie between three votes! Soooooooooo the winners are:
Thanks for playing...
Ok, so, in order to keep me interested in this blog thing I'm thinking about making a podcast. That would be super neat! I need a name for it but my mom and step-dad are leaving to go do errands in a few minutes so I'll probably play around with it then. I have a microphone and a program where I can play around with different sounds, except the problem is, I have no idea how to get it on here. I'll probably do a test one and then try and get it up, but I'll probably sound really stupid on it... But it would be fun, so don't judge me too harshly.
Let's see... what has happened to me in nearly a month? Um... I ate two whole packs of Junior Mints last night. They were freaking delicious, except now I'm sad because there are none left. I haven't driven any more, which sucks because I really want to. I got a Six Flags season pass, which is awesome because I love roller coasters, except they don't really scare me any more, which sucks... I had a dream I fell in a pool, which isn't very interesting... Wow, if this is how my blog is going, my podcast is going to be even more boring. No, hopefully you'll be entertained. I'll try my best.
Well, I WILL write another post tomorrow. I vow to it.

Wednesday, April 15, 2009

Recent News

Like I promised, here are the events of the past week or so since I haven't been online. Hopefully the pictures will work...
OK, so, Wednesday was my BIRTHDAY! I'm fifteen now and I got my permit and I went driving and I dominated the wheel! Actually, honestly, I really didn't. The first time I drove was super scary because I coasted and then slammed down on the brake and Mylla went flying and got really pissed at me I think, but it was fun. Then I drove around in circles and got up to 15 MILES PER HOUR! WHOOP WHOOP! Unfortunately only Mylla has a picture of me driving and I don't have her camera with me so you can't see that. But, you can see other stuff if the pictures work...
Presents presents presents. I was spoiled. From The Jerk I got an iPod Touch which I named Jesus because now every time I plug it into my computer Jesus pops up on the screen:

From Mylla I got a super-pretty-hand made purse that she will soon be selling to the public (different ones she's going to make, not mine. Actually, I was reaching around in it today during Spanish and I felt something cold and wet so I freaked out, naturally, and pulled it out... It was an olive.):

From my mom and step-dad I got a digital camera! And from my friend Tumble I got a purple hoody! (Purple is my favorite color) And they bought me cheese cake (my mom and step-dad):

And I can't upload a picture of the cake itself because this stupid computer is being a butt, but it was glorious. Yum, Oreo cheesecake with whipped cream and... yum... I couldn't eat it all that night so I finished it the next morning for breakfast.
OK, lets see. Oh! Another exciting thing I did was I played with my school band on our baseball field (you know, the big stadium for our country's team. Like the Yankees!) on Tuesday and I got really close to a baseball player and it was super exciting but he ignored us because we probably sounded really bad. Not as bad as the choir though. I've never personally heard a bad choir but wow, they were all tone deaf or something.
I'm also starting a Zumba class and I feel really awkward in my Batman shirt trying to dance next to really tall Mylla and extra tall friend of Mylla (I can't come up with a good nickname for her so right now she's just "extra tall friend of Mylla") because they're both tall and I'm short so I felt dumb but it was fun!
Mr. Leprosy is leaving on Friday! It's his last day! So good bye Mr. Leprosy and hello Coach Flower! Coach Flower is awesome! He's super neat (yes, he. Don't be fooled by his name). He's almost as cool as Ms. Jake my ex-world geography teacher. Almost.
I'm still waiting for my Christmas present from Bear! I'm kind of pissed at her because it's only been... hmm... four months!
Well, I'm going to go play video games. I'm glad I got you all up-to-date.
One more thing. I went to the greatest dentist place ever yesterday! They have televisions in the room so while they clean your teeth you can watch t.v. It's exciting.
Good night (even though it's still daytime. Thinking ahead!).

Tuesday, April 14, 2009

I'm Still Here!

I know it's been forever! I'm still here, don't worry. I  had a busy week which I will talk about in my next blog (as soon as my mom gets home from her date with my step-dad and gives me the device that allows me to upload photos from my camera) and it includes my FIFTEENTH BIRTHDAY!!!! AHHHH! AND I GOT MY PERMIT!!!!!!!! Whoop whoop!
The poll results (from like two weeks ago) about clowns are...
66% (2 votes) of people are afraid of clowns only if they basically try and kidnap you. Good call, people.
And 33% (one vote) are like "Bam Bam! Dead clown!" Ok, no, no killing clowns (especially the Joker <3)
Anyway, once again I'm sorry. Actually, for the first time I'm sorry. I'm dumb. But my next blog will be super exciting with pictures (if I can figure out how to get pictures on here). I'll try and get it up tomorrow! Definently not tonight though, because I am going to watch Reaper, do Biology homework *barf*, and watch Marley and Me because it's already two days over due.

Friday, April 3, 2009

Good News!

I have some good news to announce! *hem hem* quite everyone. I am... the new columnist for my school paper! I got the one and only opinion column and I get to write whatever I want every month and everybody will read it. I'm so excited! It's my dream to become a columnist for the New York Times!
Also I have the job of decorating the bulletin board outside of the newspaper room and making it all pretty! Plus I'm the unofficial intern to this kid named Steve and I'm basically his minion. It's fun, actually. I feel like I'm in my twenties, fetching things like coffee for my boss. But I have to write a column by Tuesday, and I have to also write a story about summer concerts in my city. I haven't started either... Any ideas on my column?
Itchy. Soooooo itchy.
I'm really scared right now. I'm  home alone and I was walking around my dining room table in circles, talking to my sister on the phone, and someone (or something) started to scratch at my front door. I think it was my cat, because sometimes when she wants to come inside she hooks herself onto our screen door and just hangs there, meowing until somebody opens the door.
My birthday is on Wednesday! Yeyyyyy! I'm super excited. I think I'm getting a digital camera, because my other one broke, but that's kind of pricey so I might just be getting cheap iPod speakers or something.
I think I'm going to go watch the Office. Yey, best show ever.
By the way, I really want a smoothie. 

Wednesday, April 1, 2009


You know what I don't understand? Marriage. You'll either come out dead or single. You know how people getting married say that they're in love? Well that's a bunch of bull, because half of them end up divorced anyway. So why go through the drag of marriage? Instead, get a boyfriend/girlfriend, date them, then, as soon as you're tired of each other (which will happen) leaving is easy. Just pack up and move on out. That way, you don't have to go through all the paperwork and the humiliation of telling everybody you're divorced. Because obviously some thing's fucked up with you if you couldn't make it fucking work! So don't even fucking try, please, because everybody who has to watch your life fall apart feels miserable too.

Monday, March 30, 2009

Poll results and more

Holy crap. Hollllly crappppp! It's been nearly a week since I've been on here! What is wrong with me???
Anyway, newest poll results.

I am very glad that there are people out there who appreciate Harry Potter! Go you!
And 25% of the vote says that one person doesn't care about Harry Potter either way.
Well, that's better than hate, I suppose.

But, not that I'm giving myself an excuse, the reason I haven't been talking is because it was spring break! Well, I can't be happy because it's over, but it was real nice while it lasted. In total I cleaned my room (thank you, Ava), got Little Miss Sunshine back from Mylla, had a slumber part at Myllas, which was awesome. We saw I Love You, Man which was HYSTARICAL! I highly recommend seeing it if you have the chance. There are a lot of jokes about wieners, but it was funny. Ha ha.
Lets see, what else did I do? I got a horrible hair cut which I'm trying to get used to. I babysat... wow, I did virtually nothing. Sure what I did was fun, but those things that I mentioned lasted three days total, so that left several days where I slept in until noon, sat at the computer for hours on end (so I'm controdicting myself with the whole "not having time to write in this blog" thing.) and successfully didn't watch Batman. This isn't a success, actually, it's a dissappointment. I got about halfway through Batman Begins and fell asleep (while it was still on I was painting my nails), then started it the next night but turned it off after about ten minutes. Oh! And I organized my DVD's so my favorite movies are on the top shelf, then my least favorite on the bottom. I know, I have a life, right?
See, aren't you glad I didn't write? My whole blog would probably be about having nothing to do. Speaking of which I should be doing my math homework but really, who needs algebra? We're learning about using the graphing calculator and I think the only reason I would ever need that in real life would be if I decide to become an algebra teacher. Same with solving equations and shit, I mean really. y=2x+14 wtf? Who gives a fuck?!
Nope, no cussing. I am becoming very civil... ha ha who am I kidding? Curse words are wired into my brain (thank you, Mylla).
Well, I'm going to go do something else for fifteen minutes, then do my homework. (shoot me, please, in the foot. Yesssss foot.)

Tuesday, March 24, 2009

My Teeth-Brushing Incident

OK, just now I realized that I really wanted to brush my teeth. I was beginning to get that feeling of having mold growing on them and it was unpleasant to run my tongue along. So I went into the bathroom excitedly.
As I was brushing my tongue (I had to get the pink off because I was chewing bubble gum) I danced to the song playing in my moms office. Then, because I wasn't paying attention to my brushing, pink toothpaste dribbled down my chin and onto my Joker shirt. I cursed silently and leaned over the sink to spit. Underestimating the distance from my head to the fosit, my forehead bounced painfully off the silver arch. Then, growing more angry, I spit my tooth-paste infested saliva into the sink. But I forgot my hand was hovering under my chin, and it plopped right into my palm.
My head still hurts.

Monday, March 23, 2009

Yey! People voted!

Ok, the results are once again in. This time there is a dye for first, and one second place. Drumroll, please...
Mia (66%)
Emma (66%)

Coraline (33%)

I just realized... I have no idea how two things both got 66 % because that doesn't add up to 100. Am I missing something here.
Ugh, don't you hate it when you're so tired you can barely live? Yeah, that's how it is right now. 
Oh! I had Dippin' Dots today! Have you ever had them? They are magical!

Sunday, March 22, 2009

Energy Drink

Ok, yesterday I had the genius idea of going to the store, renting Twilight (wait for my explination), and buying an energy drink and chocolate. First of all, I was extremely emberresed about renting Twilight, and I will explain why I did it:
I couldn't help but go see the movie in theaters with my friend who had never read the books. I guess I had a moment of weakness. Well, throughout the movie I was basically laughing hystarically. The actor who played Edward is actually British, you know, so his voice the whole time sounded like he had some speech defect! Then when he smelled Bella the first time in their Biology class he looked SO FUNNY! HA HA HA HA HA! I can't explain it but it was pretty hystaricle. Then when she had the venom running through her at the end she sounded like she was giving birth. And when Edward had to suck it out Carlisle was like:
Edward, stop. Stop.  You're killing her.
He was so... no emotion. It was pretty funny. Anyway, it's kind of difficult to explain, but it was funny. Anyway, on with my story.
So I came home from the store and drank my Rockstar, finished it about midnight, then ate my chocolate. I turned on Twilight and basically laughed through the whole thing. Then at about one-in-the-morning I came upstairs to sleep in the living room because I think my cat peed on my bed. Ugh, I'm going to vomit and kill my cat. I think she thinks all my personal belongings are her own personally litter boxes. Soooo gross. Well, I fell asleep about two-thirty watching Ferris Bueller's Day Off. Bueller... Bueller...

Friday, March 20, 2009


Wow, today was the first day of spring break and I woke up at seven this morning (yes, seven, seven!) Then I spent about four hours playing Vampire Wars on Facebook and ate pizza. Then I took a shower, went to Starbucks by myself, then came back at like three and have been playing Vampire Wars since then. Wow, this is sad. And it's the first day of spring break, so I should be doing something actually fun. But, no, that's not possible.
Oh, oh, Loose Lips by Kimya Dawson on my iPod! Yessss I love this song!


The truth is a funny thing. Because, if you think about it, most people aren't honest. I consider honesty my most important value, but I was just thinking today, and I'm not honest. Of course, I don't go around saying I'm a billionaire movie star with a criminal record and I'm in a pack of ninjas, first of all because no one would believe that, and also because I have no real reason to. But if someone asks me "Hey, be honest, does this dress make me look fat?" and I take on look and am reminded of a giant sausage stuffed into a balloon (I am not making a sex pun) I say "No, you look great!" which is a total load of crap. But I know that even though she said "I won't be offended" I know she actually will, and will probably cry herself to sleep.
Some people will call this a little white lie, right? Well, I don't really believe in white lies. A lie is a lie, but some are for good reasons. Some things you just shouldn't say or tell people. And I think most people do lie in this context.
Then there is the second type of lie. This lie is for people who are in life-and-death situations, or something not quite that dramatic. Like, a teacher comes up to you and says "did you put that tack on my chair?"
"No, Mr. Leprosy, I would never dream of doing something like that." While you say this you are laughing in your head. Ha ha, sucker. This lie is probably the least common, unless you lie often or do things that will get you in trouble on a regular basis. But usually if the teacher asks you they already have evidence that leads to you, so it's probably just easier to confess in the beginning, otherwise you have to lie more.
"Really? Because I just watched you take the tack out of the board and put it on my chair."
"Oh! Is that your chair?" or "Oh! I was looking for that tack! Thanks for finding it for me!"
Soon you find yourself sitting in the principals office, explaining how you have really poor eyesight and you mistake tables for chairs, or how you got hit by a bus when you were a small child and you lose things easily.
Two hours later...
Your at home being yelled at by your parents for lying, trying to hurt your annoying teachers, and all that jazz.
The third final lie is the most common for people who find their life extremely boring and feel the need to spice it up a bit. I find this lie totally pointless and only used when people have nothing else to do with their time. It's  basically when (like my first example) someone says they are something or did something that they didn't actually do. There is no gaining behind this and can easily get you caught, especially if someone asks for details. So, if I were you, I would avoid those altogether.
Uh-oh, I must go. Chow.

Wednesday, March 18, 2009


I'm not sure why, but whenever I'm writing and concentrating really hard on something I always think it would be very appropriate to fall backwards in my chair so the back of my chair and my head collide with the floor. Actually, that would hurt a lot, so I'm not sure why I really think that would be a good idea. But it just feels like it would fit in perfectly with the moment. Hmm...


Do you believe in ghosts? Perhaps that should be my next poll topic. Do you believe in the boogie man under your bed or the skeleton in your closet? Do you think Bloody Mary will get you if you say her name three times in a bathroom mirror (where did that rumor even come from? Isn't the bathroom the must embarrassing place to brutally murder someone?). Are you so scared in the dark that you can't move your legs and when you finally manage to turn on the light you insist there was something just there that just hid in the nick of time? Then when you start screaming for someone to come in and rescue you from the clutches of the evil thing they vanish in the whiff of smoke?
Well, I've never seen a ghost, but I know many people who have, or at least claim they have. A great example of this is the sixth grade bathroom.
There was only one nice bathroom at my sixth grade school. It was next to the library and had automatic flushers and everything. Oh, it was so cool, and us big kids thought we were super special for using the awesome bathrooms when the little kids weren't allowed to. Then we began hearing the rumors.
First main rumor was that these three girls (Blondie, Emma, and Boom) saw a pair of feet sticking out of the bathroom stall. They were bare feet and they stopped about at the ankle. Apparently they all screamed and ran out of the bathroom.
Then other rumors began unfolding. One girl said all the toilets flushed one at a time in a line. Another said the sinks started turning on randomly. So of course, instead of eating lunch, Trouble (sorry, lots of names for you to keep track of) and I would take a Juigi Board and go into the bathroom, sit in the biggest stall (this was rumored as the most haunted), and try and communicate with the ghost. It never talked back, but we never stopped trying. Sometimes other's would join us and we'd trick each other into thinking the ghost was making sounds, and even though you knew it was you all alone making the beeping or snapping noise, you still run out screaming with the rest of them, afraid to be left alone.
Looking back do I really think it was haunted? No. Blondie and Boom admitted to making the whole scenario up so Emma wouldn't look nuts, and I never personally saw anything. But I still can't help wonder...
Wow, I guess I'm a horrible ghost-hunter. To be perfectly honest I don't much mind. I believe in the supernatural, yes, but I would never take a career in chasing them with a video camera at night. Wow, some people are really stupid. That would scare the sh*t out of me.
Well, I guess I'll know for sure when I die. Hope I don't find out soon. Until later.

Monday, March 16, 2009

And the Results are In!

Our winner is (drum roll, please)...
With a total of 66% aka 2 votes
Second and last place is...
Super hero hater *boo*

But that's ok. We all have our opinions and likes and disslikes. For example, nearly everyone I know likes snakes, but I hate them. See? So it's ok that someone doesn't like superheros. If everybody had the same views life would be boring. Who would we argue with to get out our frustration?
Oh, must go continue playing Vampire Wars on Facebook. Great use of my time, I know. Taa taa.
Also, sorry about the font.
Also, there is another poll up. Vote vote vote! (oh, and you can select multple answers on this one. And if you have another name you prefer just comment on the post with the results)

Friday, March 13, 2009

OMG! lol ttyl!

You know what really grinds my gears (yes, I am quoting Family Guy)? When people say ''lol'' even when they aren't "laughing out loud". Ya know? It's like this fake text conversation:
Stacy: Hi Lucy, watz up gurl?
Lucy: Omg! Stacy, is that u? I haven't seen u in 4eva!
Stacy: Omg I just heard the funniest joke! LMAO! Wanna hear it?
Lucy: Like, duh.
Stacy: Knock knock.
Lucy: Like, whose there?
Stacy: Orange.
Lucy: Orange who?
Stacy: Orange u glad I didn't say banana?
Lucy: Lol!
Seriously, people, that's not funny. I'm sure people who text don't find cheesey knock-knock jokes funny. I find several knock knock jokes funny, but not that one. And it's not even about the joke! It's about the fact that people say lol and they aren't laughing out loud. So why say that? You should say LIMN (laughing in my head) or TF (that's funny) or just the simple ha ha. Especially LMAO or ROFL or, which is my personal least favorite, ROFLMAO. Just in case you don't know what those are LMAO is Laughing My Ass Off, ROFL is Rolling On Floor Laughing and ROFLMAO is Rolling On Floor Laughing My Ass Off. If you are rolling on the floor laughing your ass off it must of been a fucking hilarious joke because I have never seen someone fall on the ground and start rolling back and forth, clutching their ass from a text message. Let's be realistic here.
Is making fun of people who do that racist?
To be honest I am kind of a hypocrite. I do say my share fair of LOL but only, and I have vowed to only say it when I am actually laughing out loud. Like when I ready Mylla's blog about my really fat cat getting stuck in the cat door and, unable to free itself, tore the cat door out of the door and walked around for several days stuck with a cat door around its middle until my neighbors cut it out, yes, in the case I did say LOL. But I was laughing so hard I was practically crying.
Also, I just went to the mall and I didn't buy anything. What is wrong with me?

Wednesday, March 11, 2009


I. Hate. Mornings.
Ok, not true. I like really, really early mornings, like one o' clock in the morning, possibly two. But I hate the morning before school. I have literally five alarms and I still don't wake up until forty-five minutes after the first alarm goes off, at six. And it's a physical pain that keeps me from getting up. I can't describe how I am dying, because I am always so tired that I don't remember, but I do remember thinking "what happened to the night? Where did it go? One minute I was climbing into bed and now I have to get up and start a long, miserable day all over again. Please, five more minutes." But then, as I lay there staring at my black ceiling (which has a tampon and dental floss dangling from a nail which sticks out (for whatever reason)) my other alarm goes off (they are set at going off at different times so I always have to move). This is the alarm that is on my clock so it sounds like a truck or a really loud, angry duck. This is possibly my least favorite noise, so I always rush to turn it off. Then my phone alarm goes off (my phone has three alarms on it) and I slouch like a zombie back to by bed, collapse on it, and fumble for my phone which is now lost within my covers. As soon as I manage to find it my iPod goes off and I have to crawl to the end of my bed and reach over the railing to turn the volume down so the 'rents don't get pissed that it's too loud. Then my second phone alarm goes off and I have to turn that off. Then I have one minute before my third and final phone alarm goes off to try and sleep over the sound of my music. After the last alarm is put on snoozed the snoozes run out of time for the other alarms so, in the same order, they go off and the cycle starts all over again.
That is every morning for me. Then, at six forty-five, after I finally manage to pull myself out of bed I panic at the time and rush into the shower.
To be honest, the shortest shower I think I've ever taken was ten minutes long. So I get out of the shower at seven and dress and dry my hair in fifteen minutes. At seven twenty (because I have to search for the other shoe (I always manage to lose only one shoe) then get my hoody and my juice box, which is kept in the basement. Yes, I do still enjoy juice boxes) I make it upstairs and throw together a sloppy peanut butter and jelly sandwich and brush my teeth, put my lunch in a bag, and am out the door by seven thirty.
Despite the pain and annoyance of early mornings, I live through it every day. Usually, in order to catch myself up, I sleep through math or band (yes, band) which are my first two classes, and usually wake up by Biology.
Good night, world, and have a safe... life.

Tuesday, March 10, 2009

Sweeny Todd

You know what's a great movie? You guessed it, Sweeny Todd. Ah, I love it! Even though Johnny Depp is kind of old, he's still attractive! Especially when he's all dressed up in his Jack Sparrow thing, or his Sweeny Todd thing! The one movie he does look like butt in is Charlie and the Chocolate Factory. I love that movie and all, but seriously, he is really creepy in it.
The reason I'm talking about Sweeny Todd is because I'm listening to the soundtrack. This song is... A Little Priest, the one where they are dancing around the Mrs. Lovettes Pie Shop, him holding a knife and her holding a bread roller thing, singing about how they are going to kill people and cook them in pies. Yeah, it's a pretty disturbing movie, but hey, that's Tim Burton for ya.
I have a band concert tonight (a school one, the band, you know?). I play the flute in it and our band sounds really crappy. The band is divided into two sections. The good section is called Wind Ensemble and that's where all the good players go. Their band is really good! Like, amazing! But our band... ha ha ha. Not so much. We're playing six songs, one with a harp! I really want to learn how to play the harp! It is so pretty! So I've decided that, after I move into my loft in New York City, I will get a harp and take lessons. The good band is playing a fifteen minute song, a ten minute song, and like, two or three other five minute songs. There goes my night, having to listen to them. No, it'll be nice. I like listening to good music. But I'm not going to eat until after that and it's already five o' clock.
Now I'm seriously just rambling. I really want to write but I have nothing to write about. Nada. ¿Como estas? That's Spanish. Skill! I'm on my second year of Spanish and so far I can say three words. Whoop-de-doo.
Ugh! I just had something to say and now it's gone.
Well, so I don't take up any more of your time with my pointless conversation with myself I'm going to go and... damn. Prance around the house in my pretty new shoes (courtesy of Tumble)!
Oh yeah! I remember what I was going to say, but it doesn't seem very interesting any more. And, ha ha, I just forgot it again. Ah well, that's life for ya.

Monday, March 9, 2009


In case you haven't noticed there is a poll I created myself to the left of this post. It is about superheros (whoop whoop). If you have the literally three seconds (if that) it takes to answer the poll I would greatly appreciate it. So far two people have voted, but we need more! I will post the results as soon as the poll is over, then I will make a new poll. Exciting, right? Yes...
Any ideas for a good topic for the poll? Tell me! Ugh, I feel like one of those really cheesy commercials for... what's that college called? It's like, "Someone will take your call 24 hours, all night and weekends too." Honey, 24 hours means all night. You go to college, or at least you are advertising that you do. Shouldn't you at least make sense when you speak? Anyway... I feel like I should be talking in a business voice with a blue-tooth head set on my ear. Don't you hate those? You're not sure if the creepy old guy next to you is trying to start a conversation or is completely insane. Then he turns around and BAM! There's his phone. Then you decide not to call the psycho ward.
You know what sucks? Money. Well, at least it sucks when you have to spend it. Like, I just got babysitting money on... Saturday? Yeah. Well, anyway, it's Monday and half of it is gone already. At least I'm babysitting on Thursday also. Maybe I should put some in my bank account? Nah, I'm probably going to buy something I really don't need but at the time am thinking, "You know what would go great with this Darth Vader action figure? Hungry Hungry Hippo!" To be honest that has never happened. But it could!
And have you ever played that game? It's magnificent.
Well, I think I'm going to go and eat the Tic Tacs I just bought. Yep, bought.

Sunday, March 8, 2009

My day

Yesterday sucked, clear as day. I will take you on an overview of my day.
I woke up at 5:30 and ran to the toilet to barf. Well, I didn't barf, but I almost fell asleep on the bathroom floor with my arms wrapped around my aching stomach. Then I made it back to bed and fell asleep.
At like eight or something I woke up for good (really early for me) and went upstairs. The 'rents went out for coffee so I decided to take a bath and blast the music (which I can't do when anyone else is home). I got out of the bath singing and happy, and I went to put on my shirt.
One sniff and I almost threw up. I am very familiar with the scent of cat pee, because we used to have a really old cat who peed everywhere, and my shirt was defiantly DRENCHED in piss. I threw it into the bathtub (now empty) and ran downstairs to check the rest of my clean laundry hamper where I got the shirt out of. Yup, cat pee everywhere. Ew, my clean laundry. I looked around for my cat... to kill.
I got dressed in a different black tank-top, one that my cat hadn't infected in it's vile waste. Then I waited for my friend to come over so we could go on a bike ride. I saw her and ran out the front door.
My door usually is really heavy and closes really slowly and it requires a great amount of strength to move it. But, I guess, because it was warm yesterday there wasn't any moisture in the wood or something. So when I pulled it really hard behind me I didn't get my finger out of the way in time. I probably cussed really loudly, I don't remember, but I looked down at my giant purple, throbbing middle finger.
"Was that your finger?" Tumble (previously known as Black) asked from her bike on my driveway.
I was bent over my finger, laughing at my stupidity and hoping I didn't break it.
"I think I broke it," I said as I walked down the steps towards her, but decided to go on my bike ride anyway, despite my pain.
When I got my bike out of the over-crowded shed in the backyard I brought it down our newly finished driveway. Because cars aren't allowed to drive on it yet there is yellow caution tape about the hight of my knee blocking the driveway. I decided to, instead of going around said caution tape, to attempt to carry my bike over.
It didn't work. I dropped in on the ground then fell on top of it. It hurt, and now I have a bruise and a black pattern of possibly greece (do bikes have greece? Is that how you spell greece?) on my leg that won't come off.
Little things happened after those main things. I was getting water at a restaurant and I missed the cup so it got all over my feet, then my feet sweated so they got really stanky. Then I almost fell over my bike again after this really cute bike person filled up my tires, but luckily caught myself.
Yup, that was my day. Oh, and I've decided I really like the word yup. It's fun to say. Yup. But it also sounds like it belongs in a Dr. Suess book.
Ah ha ha ha! I just realized something! The 'rents are out on a run and it just started raining really hard! Ha ha!
Now I feel mean. I think I'm gonna go outside now. See ya.

Wednesday, March 4, 2009

Squirrel Vs. Monkey

Who would win in a fight, a squirrel or a monkey?
It's a very simple question with a very complicated answer. Actually, there is no answer. Well, there is, but there's no right answer.
Mylla's friend Cupcake (the quarter brother) asked me this one time when I called Mylla. I said squirrel.
"But a monkey can fling it's own crap," Cupcake pointed out.
"But a squirrel can tear the monkey's eyes out with it's claws (this wasn't a voilent conversation, I assure you). Plus a monkey only has only so much feces."
This is an ongoing arguement. Who would win? I hold my beliefs on a squirrel winning.
Pros of a squirrel:
  • They can run really fast
  • They can climb things, including the monkey
  • They have sharp claws and possibly sharp teeth, but I have never stuck my hand in a squirrels mouth to find out, so I can't know for sure
  • They can run for a while
  • They never die (refering to the squirrel Scout in Ice Age)
  • They can throw their nuts
Cons of a squirrel:
  • They have virtually no strength
  • Once caught by monkey their screwed
  • If poop hits them they'll probably die
  • They might have rabies and die anyway
  • Chances are if they aren't killed by a monkey, they'll get hit by a car
Pros of a monkey
  • They can jump from tree to tree further than a squirrel can jump (unless the squirrel can fly)
  • They have a tail to hold things, and their feet and hands can also
  • If they grab the squirrel they can easily kill it
  • They can scream for their friends to show up
  • They can throw poop
  • Their smell might kill the squirrel
Cons of a monkey
  • They can run out of poop, which is basically their only offance
  • They can't outrun a squirrel, or catch it
  • From the looks of them they don't have exceptionally high reflexes
  • They might get distracted by their fleas, or their friends fleas aka a snack
  • They can't compete with a squirrels cuteness (in my humble opinion)
As you can tell, I am extremely bored.

Too serious

I've realized that my recent blogs have been rather depressing. So, while I was applying deodorant and brushing my teeth this morning (while listening to the Rolling Stones, of coarse) I came up with the perfect idea of what to write about. Self-confidence, and how to boost it.
I actually discovered this about a year ago. I was listening to music really loudly on my super-awesome stereo (courtesy of Mylla) at about midnight (I'm not sure why my mom didn't get pissed for having my music too loud). I was in my PJ's (a Batman shirt and no pants. Really, who needs pants?) and looking across the room into my mirror. It's not floor-to-ceiling but when I backed up I could see all of myself in it. Then I began dancing.
At this point I realized that high-heels would be a huge improvement.
Ok, I'm just going to pause and say that I sound like a hooker. I would like to point out that the shirt was really long and nothing was visible, so don't freak out or anything.
I remember this day being really crappy and for some reason my self-confidence was really low. But when I danced my ass off my mood shot out of the roof and I was really happy! So I am not saying you should pimp yourself out, and I really don't want to sound like a ho, but if you are having a crappy day and you want to smile, there is no way you can't smile while you watch someone without pants in shoes they can't walk in attempt to dance.
I hope this will cheer you up on those bad days. And, once again, I don't want to sound like a stripper here.

I would also like to say that my ads are up, and they're all toilet-cleaner ads. I find this really funny.

Monday, March 2, 2009

*GASP!* It's been two days since my last blog!

Actually, the fact that I haven't written anything in two days isn't that surprising. But hey, this is better than English homework, which I'm behind on. Whoops.
Since my near-death experience Saturday morning, I've been looking at the world in a whole different way. Life is short, and you only get one, unless you're Buddhist or Hinduist, etc. But, if worst comes to worst, we get one life. And if we screw that up, we screw up eternity in our eyes. So, in other words, live life to its fullest.
I suppose the main thing I've been thinking about lately is (are?) all the things I want to achieve before I die. It's a pretty long list, and not just the ten things I listed in my first blog. And I know I won't reach those goals while I spend all my time doing the same old thing in the middle of butt-fuck nowhere. It sucks.
Which is why I'm planning to move to New York City where anything can happen at any time. It's exciting, keeps you on edge.
I just ate a spoon-full of Peanut Butter. It was good.
I really don't understand people whose goal in life is to grow up, live life in a normal way, then die. No offance to you people, I'm not insulting you, I just don't get it. Why do that? What is the point? What sets you apart from everybody else? At least the Joker's got style, unique style. He's not normal and boring.
I really want some cheese now. Yum, cheese.

Saturday, February 28, 2009

Jello update

I have a really, really, really bad headache and I was going to write a post thing about that, then I realized I haven't told you the update of my Jell-o project.
Basically I decided to put a whale (I think it was a whale, but it might have been a shark) into the Jell-O. It was orange Jell-O that smelled EXACTLY like vomit. It was pretty nasty. But I got 30 extra credit points on it so it was all good. Then I had to stick the Jell-O creation in my locker until school was over, and then I had to walk home with it. It was quite an ordeal.
Ugh, I still haven't watched Batman for a while. I should...
OK, so something spectacular happened today when we were out driving (the 'rents and I). It was snowing and the ground was covered in ice, right? So, we were switching lanes (I was in the backseat listening to Belle & Sebastian and writing in my notebook) and suddenly the car lurched, as if it were a roller-coaster making its first plummet down the really steep track. I looked up in alarm, and instead of the street being outside the windshield, it was the little cement wall that keeps cars from going off the road. So, obviously, we were not going straight anymore. Well, the car was still going down the road, except the car was not facing the road, it was speeding down it sideways. I looked out my window, except it was so steamed up I couldn't see anything. So I grabbed the door handle with one hand and scratched frantically at the ceiling with the other, looking for something to grab onto. Then in the clear window to the far left of me (I was sitting in the back seat on the right-hand side) was the cement thing, so we were spinning in a circle (I know I'm doing a crappy job at describing this, but stay with me). Immediately my mind jumped to the movie Cloverfeild, where they were in a helicopter and it was spinning to the ground after the giant monster threw something big at them. I thought I was in a helicopter and had to remind myself I wasn't. I don't know why I thought of this, because I've never actually  been in a helicopter. But I did. So I prepared for impact, thinking holy shit! holy shit! the whole time.
Then the car skidded to a stop facing the same direction we were originally driving parked perfectly straight on the shoulder of the road, my calm music still flowing into my ears as if nothing ever happened.
And that is the most exciting thing that has happened in my life.
I have had a very boring life.

Wednesday, February 25, 2009


I would just like to say that Coraline is the GREATEST MOVIE EVER!!!! Ok, that's a lie, but it's still REALLY GOOD! If you love Nightmare Before Christmas then there is probably no way you won't like this movie! Don't worry, I won't spoil anything here, but SEE IT IF YOU HAVEN'T!!! Especially in 3D if you have the option, because that is ten times better (mind you I haven't seen it in regular-D, but I would assume this). The 3D colors aren't all weird either, like in Spy Kids 3. They're actually normal. But everything pops out into your face. It's super neat.
It's a pretty messed up movie though. Like, it's not messed up like Sweeny Todd (also amazing!) but it's not a kids movie, at all. I was freaked out at some parts. I wasn't scared, like I've got to sleep with the lights on, no. I was just freaked out, because the movie is really freaky! Just watch to find out how.
The basic plot line, if you don't know so far, is that this 11-year-old girl named Coraline moves into this new apartment (the apartment is amazing because it's basically just a really big pink mansion that got divided into (four I think) different apartments). Her parents write about gardens and they're really boring. So is her life, basically. I would hate to live there. Then she finds this locked door and goes through it (still not ruining anything) where she meets her "Other Parents" who aren't boring and actually pretty cool. But creepy. And I'll stop here...
Actually, this girl is pretty freaking brave. She just wanders into this "Other World" like la-de-dah. I would have been crapping my pants (I'm trying not to say cuss words worse than crap because I don't want to get kicked out).
Tim Burton. Amazing!!! I would just like to say that he is making a new movie that is coming out in 2010 called... wait for it... ALICE IN WONDERLAND!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! AHHHHH!!!!!!!!! SO EXCITED!!!!!!
I discovered this in journalism when I should have been writing journalist stuff but instead looked up movies. And then I discovered Alice in Wonderland!!!!! And guess who is playing the Mad Hatter! Give up? JOHNNY DEPP!!!!! AHHH!!!!! And Helena Carter (I think she has another last name, like has two last names or something, but I'm too lazy to look it up. It's just that chick married to Tim Burton and who is Mrs. Lovett in Sweeny Todd and... OH! I just realized a lowercase 'd' is like a 'p' up-side down! And that Helena chick is Belatrix in Harry Potter) is playing the Red Queen. I think that's the evil queen... I haven't read the book in a while. And Anne Hathaway is the White Queen. I really don't remember that character at all. BUT I'M SO EXCITED!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! (as I've said repeatedly).
You know what? I think Tim Burton is THE best director every! Well, him and Christaphor (that's spelled wrong) Nolan (Batman! In case ya didn't know). Of corse, those are the only two directors I know. But I love the claymation style he does. Is he the only person who still does those? I think so. But I love the Corpse Bride (I really wanna learn the main piano song for that) and Nightmare Before Christmas. NBC (ha ha ha I didn't realize those were the initals) is my favorite though. I have the soundtrack and I love Jack Skeleington (ok ok I can't spell) and Sally. But her voice is too high-pitched so I can't sing along in the shower or whatever.
I'm going to go now. I have to practice piano and then babysit, then come home and either watch Chicago or Batman. I've been craving me some Batman.

Monday, February 23, 2009


I'm not sure if my fourth biggest fear is rational or not. I'm not sure if my second biggest fear of zombies is rational either, since zombies are obviously not real (I hope). But my fourth biggest fear is growing up being normal. Is it just me or do adults seem to do the same boring things every day? Like, I would LOVE it if Neverland were real. I would go there and stay forever. It's just, I look at the adults around me and they seem so miserable. Why would I want to grow up if all adults are bored all the time with their totally normal average lives? I don't want to live like that. I want to go rebel against the current system and live on edge. I want to travel the world in style, meet interesting people, see great places. I want to live in New York City where anything could possibly happen at any given moment. I want to be really old with my super sexy young husband and look back at life knowing I fulfilled all my lifetime goals.
I really don't understand the adults who hate their job, hate their neighborhood, hate their spouse yet go along with it. Why would they do that? Why don't you do what you want to? Ugh, it frustrates me. Perhaps they're thinking that they might get screwed over in the end, but if your already miserable then what risk are you even taking? You only get one life!
I just had to let this out there. I don't think this is a very good post but I am terrified of this happening to me. Maybe I have to look back at this post when I'm 18 or 19 and remind myself that there's more to life than being normal. What fun is being normal? I don't necessarily think being called weird is an insult, personally. Weird people are just people who don't go along with everything else. I don't think there's anything wrong with life like that. 

Friday, February 20, 2009

Toilet Monster

Every little kid has their fears. Some might be scared of their closet, some might be scared of the monster under their bed, and some might be afraid of the creepy next-door neighbor. Well, for me, it was the Toilet Monster.
It started when I was probably about four. I was in the dining room and my sister, Mylla, was in the bathroom (the bathroom comes off of the dining room). She called me over and, being little and stupid, I waddled over to her (have you ever noticed how little kids seem to waddle instead of walk? And I'm not calling all little kids stupid, just me.). I entered the bathroom and the lights were off. She flushed the toilet and ran out of the room and slammed the door.
"Now the toilet monster's gonna come get you!" She called through the door. So, naturally, I began freaking out thinking a giant brown monster was going to ooze out of the potty and drag me down the swirly spiral to toilet hell. For whatever reason I didn't turn the light on. It might be because I couldn't reach or I was hysterical. But the darkness didn't help my panic attack. Eventually Mylla opened the door, although at this point I was already scared for life.
So after that I couldn't trust toilets. Even sitting down on them I thought a monster would grab onto my butt or something. How embarrassing would that be? How the hell would I explain THAT one to my mom? So I still have trouble going to the bathroom when no one else is home, and I refuse to use toilets with loud flushers, like our neighborhood store bathrooms. It's like GIANT MONSTER TOILETS!
Ha ha like Captain Underpants and the Attack of the Talking Toilets. GREAT book I highly recommend it.
I guess whoever is reading this really doesn't need to know about my great bathroom fears. Too much information?
To my dear Mylla, I don't think what you did was that cruel (well I did at the time, now it makes a great story), so don't feel bad.
On a different note if anyone has seen the first episode of The Office where Jim puts Dwight's phone and stapler in Jello, well, I have to do that for 40 extra credit points in Biology. Not a phone and stapler, just any object that usually isn't in Jello. My teacher is really weird. I will post the outcomes of this little experiment as soon as it is finished. I still have to decide what to put in it. I was thinking tape because it's cheap. Maybe I'll put my fake cell-phone that's actually a calculator in there (it came in a spy kit. Before I was a super hero I was a spy) but it's fun because I can be like "look I have a phone. Just joking, it's a calculator!" Although I think it would make more sense to have a fake calculator that's actually a phone because I don't think you  have to disguise a calculator. If you are really a spy in war or something and the enemy sees you with a calculator they probably won't shoot you. What damage could you do with a calculator? But if they see you with a phone they probably will shoot you. Besides I would prefer a phone over a calculator any day.
But when I got this spy kit in 3rd grade I thought it was the coolest thing in the universe.
Maybe I'll put a marker in the Jello. But that's not very exciting. I can steal my mom's cellphone and put it in there, but then when I return it it'll smell like strawberries. I could put a shoe in it but I have big feet.
I was discussing this with my friend Blondie and we were thinking of a dead hamster, but that would be pretty gross. Plus neither of us has a hamster and if we did we wouldn't want to kill it. She suggested a frog (alive) and stick a straw down there so it could breath, but then we remembered that we have to chill the Jello so it would get really cold and probably die in there. Hmmm....
Blondie really isn't a blonde.
We really wouldn't do that with the frog or dead hamster. That would be evil. That was just the discussion that got us through Biology.

Wednesday, February 18, 2009

Tribute to ninjas... and kweenclaude

First I would like to say hoorah to Kweenclaude for being the first real person to like my blog. It makes me feel special. I would also like to say that we are practically twins. Batman twins, that is! But now I sound like a stalker, so I'm going to stop.
Ninjas. What makes them so awesome? Perhaps it's the fact that they wear sweet outfits. Perhaps it's the fact that their Asian (I don't mean to sound racist, but Asian guys are really cute!). Or, most likely, it's the fact that Batman was trained by ninjas (oh no, feeding my obsessions again!). Whatever it is, Ninjas are the coolest things in the universe... No that's a lie. But they are pretty neat.
Something gross about ninjas, though, just an interesting fact I found somewhere at some time, is that when they are little kids the head ninja (the ninja king?) pops their arms and legs out of their sockets. They do this repeatedly until there is no longer pain. Then, when the child ninja grows up to become an actual ninja, they can pop their body parts kind of off and fold into tight places.
How nasty is that?
But I think it's worth it. I would still be a ninja despite this fact.
Oh, and the famous question of who would win a ninja or a pirate, the answer is so obvious. A ninja! How could a pirate win a fight when all they have is bad breath, poor hygene, and a gun? A ninja's got the moves, got the look, and got the skill. They can outrun a bullet. And if they get shot they can just take off a limb because it wouldn't hurt them. So in my mind there is no question, just an answer.

Tuesday, February 17, 2009

Public Speaking

To be perfectly honest, public speaking is one of my greatest fears, third only to snakes and zombies. Just knowing that everyone's staring at you, that they follow every move you make is enough pressure to drive a woman crazy. Lets say you have a giant zit on your forehead or a glob of snot is slowly crawling down your face and everyone is just transfixed. And then you trip on your way up or say something really stupid and everyone heard so there's no way to take it back.
The reason I am bringing this topic up is because just today I was summoned to the front of my classroom to present my cereal box (I had to do a project on a cereal box. It was on Benjamin Franklin). I had my report on the back and the picture on the front. I had to summarize the report to the class. I tried not to look at them, but it didn't help that my face was so hot I could fry an egg on my forehead.
"Um," I began. "Well, basically Benjamin Franklin signed the Declaration of Independence and he was the oldest person in the Constitutional Convention (don't hold me to these facts) at the age of 81." I turned to my teacher. "I'm sorry, that's it. My report was really bad."
"Ok," droaned Mr. Leprosy, "just read us some of the words you used to describe Benjamin Franklin."
"Um..." I flipped my box over to where the picture of Benjamin Franklin stood, smiling at me. I glared back, cursing him for causing me so much humiliation.  "Well, he was creative, because he invented a lot of stuff. And he was brave because he... um... flew a kite with a key in a thunderstorm. Which is brave because he might have died..." The class chuckled and I looked desperately at Black for encouragement. She gave me the thumbs up. "And he's creative, because he invented a bunch of stuff. And he's keen." I have no idea what the word keen means.
"Ok," Mr. Leprosy declared. I ran back to my seat and tried to hide my face from the view of everyone.
I guess I told you that story A) because I'm bored and B) because it shows you just how humiliating speaking in public can be. My hands are shaking just at the memory of that horrific event. Ugh, please no more public speaking. If you have any tips on how to not make an ass of myself in front of my class I would really appreciate it.

American Teenager

Yes, I know that's the title of a movie or television show or something, but it seemed most appropriate.
I am so sick and tired of people assuming that just because someone isn't yet a legal adult that they should be talked down to or treated less than a person over the age of 18. Just because someone hasn't yet gone to college doesn't mean they can't be trusted like a normal adult. It's amazing how quickly someone will assume that you aren't mature enough because you are, for instance, fourteen. Who cares if I'm fourteen? Just because of my age doesn't mean I'm completely incapable of acting like an adult!
And what is acting like an adult exactly? I know several adults who act like their five, and I know teenagers who act like they're thirty! Like my friend Black, for instance. She's my age yet she's one of the most mature people I know. And then there are people who have PhD's yet still lie and throw hissy-fits even though they're fifty.
I'm not saying that all teenagers are mature and should be trusted. Some of us act like we should be in kindergarden. But not all of us.
So excuse me for being a teenager. But please don't treat me any different. I don't care if you don't trust me, but don't do it because of my age. Do it because I broke your trust. And don't assume that just because someone's older they know what's right. And don't assume that I have no idea what's best for myself. I know better than anyone. And if you think all teenagers are liars and cheaters then maybe you should take some time and really talk to them, because there's more under the surface.

Monday, February 16, 2009

Hot Chocolate

After signing off my last blog I realized my feet had grown so cold I was beginning to feel sick (like I was going to puke, but I can't spell naucous). So I hurried downstairs, slipped on some socks, and dashed back up. I flipped on the oven and began to boil some water. Then I went to the pantry and got a yellow mug. Then, at last, my heart beating with anticipation, I opened the other pantry expecting to see a box of Swiss Miss hot chocolate. Instead there was nothing but foul tea and some flour. I pulled everything out and looked frantically for my Swiss Miss  hot chocolate but found nada.
And so there are only two things that might have happened to cause the dissappearance of my Swiss Miss hot chocolate. Either
  1. I drank it all and, being really stupid, forgot to ask my mom to buy more or
  2. My stupid brother drank it all.
So, to be perfectly honest, my good mood of having a full extra day of this weekend to do nothing and not even change out of my pajamas has been ruined because I can not have my Swiss Miss hot chocolate.

The Batman

I can honestly say I'm completely obsessed with Batman. Everything about him makes me smile. Perhaps it's the fast-pace, the demented villians, or the fact that Christian Bale is the most attractive human being in the universe. And it's not just the Dark Knight (new movie). The comics, the cartoon, even the ones directed by Tim Burton. Everywhere Batman turns he brings happyness and joy.
I really think I need help to settle my Batman craze. There was a point in my life (which lasted most of my life) in which I was OBSESSED with Harry Potter, perhaps even more than Batman. It pretty much took over my head. So I should break this  habit before it takes over as well.
I think the best thing about The Dark Knight is The Joker. RIP Heath Ledger. He's so psycho, which makes him amazing, especially in his pimpin' purple suit. And I like how mysterious he is. You never know his name or where he came from. The only fact you really know is that his father was a huge dick. I think, personally, that his dad was a jerk and turned him into the monster he is today.
Ok, I refuse to discuss The Dark Knight any more. It has left my head completely. Instead I'm going to go make some hot chocolate and bug people on Facebook.

First Post

Whoop whoop! This is my first ever post on my new blog called "The Life and Times of a Teenage Superhero". Yes, I am a super hero. My name is Quinn but I refuse to tell you what that stands for. If you read my "About Me" information you will know that I'm fourteen and a freshmen in highschool.
I can honestly say it's really weird to be in highschool. I feel so old, you know? I remember being a little person and looking at all the old  highschoolers and saying "Damn." And yes, I probably did cuss too.
I'm not sure if highschool is one word or two. But now it's one.
I'm not really sure what to say, which is probably a bad sign that I have nothing to talk about on  my very first blog. Well, I have a new doggy named Harvey and he's a Minicher Pincher (is that spelled right?). He's such a sweety.
I also have two cats and one of them is really, really, really, really, really, really, really, REALLY, fat. The other one will probably end up getting eaten by the fat one.
I really like writing. I usually write Batman fanfictions at fanfiction.net which is an awesome website. Click HERE for a link... I think.
Well, the fanfiction I did is pretty crappy but I was going to do more. But I got lazy. and so I didn't. I'm sorry if I dissappointed you.
Ok, I feel like I sound like a huge bitch. I'm not trying to, I'm just nervous because this is my first blog. Not that I have anything to be nervous about, right? I just hope people actually get interested in what I say. Maybe that should start with actually talking about SOMEthing, because right now I'm just rambling.
Well, my favorite band right now is Dresden Dolls. I'm really sensitive about music for some reason, and I hate crappy music, like the stuff they play a school dances. That's the main reason why I stopped going. It really annoys me when people bash my music also, which doesn't usually happen because I don't usually talk openly about the music I like. Plus I don't usually remember the names of the bands I like. I swear I think I got dropped on my head as a baby and it hit the memory part of my brain because my memory SUCKS.
I'm going to also make a podcast. I think that'll be really fun with me talking about stuff. I just need ideas for them, and I need ideas for topics to write in my blog about, so if you have any let me know (I'm not sure how you'll do that though... good luck).
Let me get one thing straight. Bruce Almighty isn't a highly religious movie. It's just some weird guy who gets God's powers. I love that movie, yet I am in no way religious. Well... I'm not sure yet. Is being Agnostic a religion?
I think it's ok that I'm not talking about much in my first blog. This is just an introduction to me, not that I'm all that interesting.
Here is a list of everything I want to do before I die:
  • Live in New York City
  • Publish a novel
  • Travel the world
  • Learn Japanese
  • Meet Christian Bale, Steve Carell ( I LOVE THE OFFICE), or Jim Carrey
  • Discover the meaning of life
  • Learn how to sing well (not likely)
  • Be on Ellen DeGenerus
  • Marry a chef (I hate cooking)
  • Prove Hogwarts is real
I will accomplish hopefully at least 9/10 of those things. Just watch in amazement. I've already written a novel for NaNoWriMo but it sucked.
Oh, my feet are so cold. I need to get heated floors. That would be so neat.
Until next time.