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.

HARRY POTTER WINS WITH 75%!

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.)

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.

*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.