None of this is real. Not your shoes. Not your face. Not your fake IQ. We are all in the dream of some great strange sneeze beast somewhere in the universe. So go be absolutely crazy.
Ball sack is becoming my swearword of choice. I don't know why. I say balls when I'm in the company of others, but when I'm alone. It's just all about the ball sack. Why, I'll never really know.
I love the word orugulous. It means prideful. It was my word of the day today. And I just spell checked it, and apparently orugulous is too awesome for blogger. I've beaten the Internets. Can I get a what what? (off in the distance) WHAT WHAT?!
I find out what musical my high school is doing this year tomorrow. I'm quite excited, but at the same time I'm a bit, I don't know, eh. I know what part I'll be getting. Ensemble. Again. Just like last year. And the year before that. And the year before that. But I'm totally okay with that, because I get to hang out with cool people and do just about nothing two days after school until February, and then suddenly it all comes together in a pillar of awesome and it is really good. Just a dead good job, you know what I mean?
I got an 84 on my latest Algebra II test! I feel like I beat the system. My friend got a one hundred. How she did, I've no idea. I'm just pleased I passed. I basically failed the first test. It was a 65, which is a D. But it is still a D, and a D is unacceptable. Neither is an 84, really, in my mind, but that is going to change. I'm getting As in math this year, you guys. It is going to happen. My grandfather was a freaking mathematician and an engineer. Some of that smartness must have trickled down, right?! RIGHT?!!!!!
This whole post is a lie. Your face is a lie. Your dog is a lie. Your non-existent dog is a lie. Your pet rock is a lie. THE CAKE IS A LIE.
My head is doing loads better, for any of you who care. The headaches are getting super manageable, which is dead brilliant, and I'm really excited to be able to say that I'm normal. Two days ago, though, I went to the dentist to get a filling (my first one, ever. I'm such a fail at dental hygiene.) and they stabbed me twice with needles and I didn't enjoy that. My face hurt so much that I had to take ibuprofen. And if that wasn't the stupidest thing I've ever done, ever. Yesterday, I had a headache for twelve hours. TWELVE HOURS. I HAD A HEADACHE FOR HALF A DAY. I'm feeling a lot better today, but now I know how my body reacts to ibuprofen (e.g. BADLY) so I'm never going to take any, ever again. And I should be all the better for it.
I am currently obsessed with hats. I'm growing my hair out, since it is really short and I miss doing it and stuff, but it is getting into that awkward stage where I always have to where a hat because it is just really weird looking. So I'm knitting a hat and I have all of these cool ones and I'm very excited.
Fun fact of the day: Whenever I type a blog to you's guys, when I'm hearing the words in my head, I hear them in an English/Scottish/Irish accent (it all depends on my mood.). The voice in my head speaks with a British accent. I'm just that cool. Or mad. I guess it depends on your view of things.
This blog was a lot longer than I intended it to be. So, I guess that's good, yeah?
Brilliant!
Parting joke:
Why does Cinderella suck at sports?
Because she's always running away from the ball!
HAHAHA GOOD CLEAN HUMOR!!!!
Love and kisses,
L.
P.S. Guess who has twenty followers? I HAVE TWENTY FOLLOWERS!!! YAYAYAYAYAY!!!! I LOVE ALL OF YOU TO PIECES, I REALLY DO!!!!
Extra-special love and kisses
L.
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Wednesday, September 21, 2011
Saturday, September 17, 2011
THE LEGS AND THE NOSE HAVE GONE!!! WHAT NO!!!!!!!!
For those of you who don't watch Doctor Who, be forewarned. This whole post is about Doctor Who. It really is. So either suck it up and read or don't read this post. YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED.
Alright, so I'm like the biggest Doctor Who fan ever, right? And my friend's never seen it, yeah? So tonight of all nights I decided to watch it with her because I was hanging out and I really wanted her to see it.
What I didn't know is that tonight was the episode where two of my favorite companions left. THEY LEFT THE SHOW YOU GUYS!!!!!! I'VE BEEN ABANDONED!!!!!!!
Rory and Amy Williams. The nose and the legs. I am going to cry.
So, funny story. On my first blog, which you can find here if you want to read some family friendly ramblings of a thirteen year old, on the second post, which you can find here, I talk about Doctor Who. I have been a Whovian for a long time. Three years. Whatever, it felt like a long time to me!!!
Anyway, tonight's episode. Did not get that Rory and Amy were leaving until they were leaving and I was sitting on my friend's couch crying because I didn't know what to do with myself. Honestly.
Words I texted to a friend, while crying: RORY AND AMY ARE GONE AND MY HEART IS BREAKING AND I'M GOING TO CRY MY EYES OUT NOW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Once I knew it was coming, once I figured it out, I think it was worse. Because then I was sitting on a couch with someone who's never seen the show before, trying to explain why having Amy say goodbye to the Doctor wasn't just a regular occurence, and that Rory and Amy were never going to be companions again and that I was going to have a good cry for a minute, if that was OK (it was; I love my friend Jacquie).
I had an inkling, earlier in the show, when Rory said "spent time" as in "past tense" as in "no longer are spending time" and then I kind of stored that information away in the folder of my brain where I emotionally deal with things LATER not at the present.
This is going to hit me so hard tomorrow. It is going to be really bad for a few days. Really really bad. Almost as bad as when David Tennant left. I bawled my eyes out in the kitchen when he regenerated. "I don't want to go". I didn't want him to go. And I don't want Rory and Amy to go. THE NOSE AND THE LEGS CAN'T LEAVE!!!!! MOFFAT WHAT ARE YOU DOING!?!?!?! Stephen Moffat, while I respect you with all of my heart, I will never forgive you for letting Amy and Rory go. Seriously!!!@!#U217407oryeoriywqro324. Sorry. That just needed to come out. Arthur, Matt and Karen had the best chemistry as actors together. Really, it was just dead brilliant. You could tell that they genuinely enjoyed working together, and that they were genuine friends, it wasn't faked for the camera. They seemed like going out to the pub after work friends, not see you tomorrow work friends. Ohmygod I'm so upset.
I'm sorry that I'm unloading all of my emotional trauma onto you guys. I love you forever if you are still reading. And before you all laugh at me for being emotionally attached to a show, I have an explanation.
Doctor Who allows me to believe that there is something beautiful and wonderful out there. And even though I will never get to experience it, or be there, I still believe that it is wonderful. I believe (not really I'm not mental)that there is a mad man with a box out there and he is saving the universe. And I think that having that belief helps me cope when I have an existential crisis of identity. I like believing that there is a British-accented, 900+ year old Time Lord out there who takes people away with him and they get to see extraordinary things. I like believing that. I don't know. It helps when the stars seem so infinite, and I seem so small.
I will always love the Doctor. Always.
I'm crying again, you guys, this isn't fun.
HELP ME!!!!!!!!!!
Love and kisses,
L.
Alright, so I'm like the biggest Doctor Who fan ever, right? And my friend's never seen it, yeah? So tonight of all nights I decided to watch it with her because I was hanging out and I really wanted her to see it.
What I didn't know is that tonight was the episode where two of my favorite companions left. THEY LEFT THE SHOW YOU GUYS!!!!!! I'VE BEEN ABANDONED!!!!!!!
Rory and Amy Williams. The nose and the legs. I am going to cry.
So, funny story. On my first blog, which you can find here if you want to read some family friendly ramblings of a thirteen year old, on the second post, which you can find here, I talk about Doctor Who. I have been a Whovian for a long time. Three years. Whatever, it felt like a long time to me!!!
Anyway, tonight's episode. Did not get that Rory and Amy were leaving until they were leaving and I was sitting on my friend's couch crying because I didn't know what to do with myself. Honestly.
Words I texted to a friend, while crying: RORY AND AMY ARE GONE AND MY HEART IS BREAKING AND I'M GOING TO CRY MY EYES OUT NOW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Once I knew it was coming, once I figured it out, I think it was worse. Because then I was sitting on a couch with someone who's never seen the show before, trying to explain why having Amy say goodbye to the Doctor wasn't just a regular occurence, and that Rory and Amy were never going to be companions again and that I was going to have a good cry for a minute, if that was OK (it was; I love my friend Jacquie).
I had an inkling, earlier in the show, when Rory said "spent time" as in "past tense" as in "no longer are spending time" and then I kind of stored that information away in the folder of my brain where I emotionally deal with things LATER not at the present.
This is going to hit me so hard tomorrow. It is going to be really bad for a few days. Really really bad. Almost as bad as when David Tennant left. I bawled my eyes out in the kitchen when he regenerated. "I don't want to go". I didn't want him to go. And I don't want Rory and Amy to go. THE NOSE AND THE LEGS CAN'T LEAVE!!!!! MOFFAT WHAT ARE YOU DOING!?!?!?! Stephen Moffat, while I respect you with all of my heart, I will never forgive you for letting Amy and Rory go. Seriously!!!@!#U217407oryeoriywqro324. Sorry. That just needed to come out. Arthur, Matt and Karen had the best chemistry as actors together. Really, it was just dead brilliant. You could tell that they genuinely enjoyed working together, and that they were genuine friends, it wasn't faked for the camera. They seemed like going out to the pub after work friends, not see you tomorrow work friends. Ohmygod I'm so upset.
I'm sorry that I'm unloading all of my emotional trauma onto you guys. I love you forever if you are still reading. And before you all laugh at me for being emotionally attached to a show, I have an explanation.
Doctor Who allows me to believe that there is something beautiful and wonderful out there. And even though I will never get to experience it, or be there, I still believe that it is wonderful. I believe (not really I'm not mental)that there is a mad man with a box out there and he is saving the universe. And I think that having that belief helps me cope when I have an existential crisis of identity. I like believing that there is a British-accented, 900+ year old Time Lord out there who takes people away with him and they get to see extraordinary things. I like believing that. I don't know. It helps when the stars seem so infinite, and I seem so small.
I will always love the Doctor. Always.
I'm crying again, you guys, this isn't fun.
HELP ME!!!!!!!!!!
Love and kisses,
L.
Sunday, July 24, 2011
I Was Just Checking My Stats...
...And I decided, hey, for shits and giggles, I would look at my all time statistics.
I nearly fell out of my chair.
I don't know if the falling was out of shock, awe, or my general lack of being able to balance my body to the point where I flop about like a newborn and require someone or something to support my head at all times lest I cause some brain damage or something.
Anyway, guess which post has the most views of all time, at SEVEN FREAKING HUNDRED PAGE VIEWS???
The Top Ten Guys I Would Screw, No Questions Asked!
Is that all I am to you guys? Just a random top ten guys, who admittedly are hot, but is that all I am????
Tears.
Maybe it was the fact that I had so many pictures, and a ton of labels. Hmaybe.
Oh, and for those of you wondering, my next highest viewed post was Thoughts, which was a post literally dedicated to my obsession with one-liners.
It had 17 views.
HOLY MOTHER OF FREAKING PEARL, YOU GUYS!!!!!
Anyway, now that that is off my chest, I feel like to up my viewings, I should do another top ten list of guys.
Crazy thought, brain, what was that post that you were working on but have yet to finish because you are a lazy little buttmunch who decided to literally do nothing all day today?
Oh, yeah. My Favorite Celebrity Faces.
It's like my subconscious is trying to tell me something subconsciously you guys.
OOoooooOOOOoooooOOOOO. *to be said in a freaky voice OOOoooOOO*
I need to go to bed. My brain cannot handle life right now.
Goodbye cruel world. Sleep is the only solace for my solipsism. I highly doubt that last sentence made any sense.
Parting joke:
What's a shark's favorite drug?
Reefer!
I need psychiatric help.
Big, sopping wet kisses to all ya fooligans!
Nighty Night,
L.
I nearly fell out of my chair.
I don't know if the falling was out of shock, awe, or my general lack of being able to balance my body to the point where I flop about like a newborn and require someone or something to support my head at all times lest I cause some brain damage or something.
Anyway, guess which post has the most views of all time, at SEVEN FREAKING HUNDRED PAGE VIEWS???
The Top Ten Guys I Would Screw, No Questions Asked!
Is that all I am to you guys? Just a random top ten guys, who admittedly are hot, but is that all I am????
Tears.
Maybe it was the fact that I had so many pictures, and a ton of labels. Hmaybe.
Oh, and for those of you wondering, my next highest viewed post was Thoughts, which was a post literally dedicated to my obsession with one-liners.
It had 17 views.
HOLY MOTHER OF FREAKING PEARL, YOU GUYS!!!!!
Anyway, now that that is off my chest, I feel like to up my viewings, I should do another top ten list of guys.
Crazy thought, brain, what was that post that you were working on but have yet to finish because you are a lazy little buttmunch who decided to literally do nothing all day today?
Oh, yeah. My Favorite Celebrity Faces.
It's like my subconscious is trying to tell me something subconsciously you guys.
OOoooooOOOOoooooOOOOO. *to be said in a freaky voice OOOoooOOO*
I need to go to bed. My brain cannot handle life right now.
Goodbye cruel world. Sleep is the only solace for my solipsism. I highly doubt that last sentence made any sense.
Parting joke:
What's a shark's favorite drug?
Reefer!
I need psychiatric help.
Big, sopping wet kisses to all ya fooligans!
Nighty Night,
L.
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